I was driving to my home in the country one night after working late at the
office. I was very tired, but obviously not asleep. I heard very clear the
distinct sound of my name being whispered twice from the back seat. It was
not a soft whisper, it was spoken with more force that a whisper told to pass
along a secret. I foolishly turned completely around to look in the back seat
to see nothing. I was immediately drawn from my investigation by the sound
of my tires rolling from the pavement and onto the grassy shoulder.
After the chills subsided, the hair on my neck laid back down, and I regained
my breath, I assured myself that it could have only been a product of my own
imagination. About two more miles down the road I heard it again. This time
I quickly glanced into the rearview mirror and caught view of an apparition.
It was clearly not human because of the slightly transparent and smokey texture
it was comprised of, but clearly had humanistic characteristics. I could tell
that it was a young male. It appeared to have dark hair and thin build. It
then quickly uttered another name before disappearing. Ben..........
I got home, and didn't sleep a wink. I got up and watched TV. My wife heard
the TV and came to ask me what was the matter. I was still so shocked that
I couldn't bring myself to mention the happening. The following morning, which
was a Saturday, I thought I'd drive back towards the office and slowed down
around the general area that all of this happened. It was then that I noticed
a little cross on the side of the road, simply marked, "Benjamin". I had never
noticed the marker, either because of my usual preoccupation with work related
thought or the fact that the road is fairly dangerous and you would be more
likely to be looking for oncoming traffic around its sharp curves and hills.
I just wanted to share my experience with everyone else who has been witness
to a similar occurance. Take care Charlie
Charlie Okra <anonymous>
USA - Friday, October 13, 2000 at 12:41:49 (EDT)
K, well i had my first seance spetember 9th, about a month ago. Yet, i still
remeber it very well. So it started when my friend took out her ouiji board,
so we tried it and it wasn't working. Then we started to give up, about five
minutes later, i said for us to start again. We did and my other friend that
was there knew a girl that had recenly died of cancer, so I thought she might
come to answer some things on the ouiji board. Then i noticed sensing lots
of beings comeing, and there were a few. This girl was included, along with
some of my other friends' realtives, I was surpirzed how many ghosts came,
though i was mostly communicating with this girl. I felt it was very important
to my friend that knew her.
There were 6 people participating in the seance, though only me and my other
friend (not the one who knew the girl) were the only ones really communicating
with the ghosts. So when i saw the girl i described what she looked like and
what she was wearing and that was the description of what she actaually did
look like. I even knew what she was wearing the day my friend saw her last
(green ambecrombie shorts, glasses, ect..). She told me that what was written
in her obituary was true, but she didn't tell me it was what was in her obitary,
i told my friend what she was saying and then she said that, that is what
is in her obituary (something written about the person after they have died
by someone close). So what she communicated to me was that everyone should
smile, and the thing that is in her obituary is that people should remeber
her be4 she got ill with cancer, and that she was not the cancer thats not
who she was it was just a detail in life, and they should remeber her for
what she was like when she was healthy. Then i noticed a sharp pain in my
right upper arm, and i told my friend and she said that during one of the
operations her friends right arm was paralized. Then I noticed she had a bald
spot on the top of her head, and then my friend said that she had an operation
in fifth grade, that caused that.
While i was doing this my other friend was bawling and crying loudly. I asked
her what was wrong, and she said and my other friend beside her said that
she was seeing her grandfather die. This was true, and she was also telling
my friend about her grampa. Then I felt a pain in my right thumb, and a different
person that was there said that the last day they both saw the girl that died,
she broke it, and it wasn't that long ago, and she said that there was still
something wrong with her thumb. It hurt every time she bent it, and when she
had to write for school it hurt too.Then shortly after the seance she told
me that her thumb didn't hurt anymore, and it still does not. The ending when
all of the ghosts left, my friend had a black out and could not remeber anything
at all (about her grampa's death or anything), it soon came back to her but
only bits and pieces. Right before she did black out, she said that darkness
was comeing and she became very frightend and cried even more. Yet, for me
the experience didn't include any trama, all the ghosts left repeating details
in life, not who we truely are, details in life, details in life... details
in lfe, and they were all gone.
When I looked at the clock nearly two and a half hours went by. I was very
tired, and didn't get any sleep the whole night, i had to keep thinking about
what happened, i did and felt better, i still can't explain how this works,
the connection with spirites, ghosts, and humans, and if it is only possible
with certain people or that all humans can find it within themselves, I do
not know. But, that is my story, i hope you got something out of it. :)
Denise <DMBCloudy99@aol.com>
USA - Wednesday, October 11, 2000 at 17:37:25 (EDT)
In 1992, on Christmas break, my roommate Russ and I had come back to our
fraternity house very late at night and headed for our bedroom. Russ's bed
was by a window, and mine was by the bedroom entrance. We went to sleep and
around 3 am we awoke to someone banging on the bedroom door. When I opened
it no one was there. We went back to sleep, after checking the outside doors
and all the bedrooms. The 18 room house was empty except for our room, at
the time because everyone had left for the break.
About ten minutes later, another loud banging noise came from the door, we
both jumped up and checked the door. No one was there. We propped the door
open with a 150 pound barbell, then went back to sleep, thinking someone had
come back to the house early from break and was just messing around. We then
awoke to the door being slammed, and the barbell was pushed out into the living
room about 10 feet. We then heard someone running up the attic stairs, then
walking along the floor/ceiling. There is only one way up to the attic (3rd
floor). We then both grabbed golf clubs and headed up the stairs to see what
was going on.
The attic was totally empty, and there are no rooms up there , only storage
space. The windows had been painted shut. Then something began to stink like
sulfer, and we ran back downstairs and locked the bedroom door. Nothing else
happened all night. Similar things happened for the next four years while
we lived there. All around the THanksgiving/Christmas holidays.
Jim <martlet1@clas.net>
Cape Girardeau, MO USA - Wednesday, October 11, 2000 at 17:27:06 (EDT)
A few years back when I was living on campus it happened. I had not yet heard
of any ghost stpories about the school nor had I been drinking or doing anything
that could make me dream of something like this. It was a long weekend geting
close to Thanksgiving break. I was in New Hampshire at the time. I was the
only one staying in the room that weekend. Everyone had gone home for the
weekend and all of them had made their beds before leaving. I had all the
lights off and the room was complatly secured. I had gone to sleep around
11PM after coming back from working that night. I got into bed and the lights
were out. In the middle of the night I woke up, but not from dreaming. It
was very cold in the room and I had thrown the covers off during my sleep.
I sat up, grabbed the covers to cover myself again and noticed one of my room
mates beds had some one sleeping in it with the covers completly covering
them. It was my room mates bed that was directly across from me. I went back
to sleep thinking that the room mate had come back to stay the night.
I woke up the next morning. I sat up looked across the room and saw my room
mates bed not only empty but the bed clothes were moved around on the bed
like someone had been sleeping there all night and had gotten up. I immediately
went to check the door and the door was locked and the lgiths were all out.
The next day when my room mates came back from being at home I asked them
all if they had come back the night before and left early before I woke up
and they all said no. After that night I never slept in the room by myself
or with the lights out. I also soon learned that there were other people who
left the school because of similar situations that had occured to them with
ghosts, in different parts of the building.
A Friend <stealheart@excite.com>
Boston, MA USA - Sunday, October 08, 2000 at 20:08:21 (EDT)
Me and my wife went to the Grand Canyon for a weekend, Its very hot in Phoenix
were we live and the Grand Canyon was much cooler so we decided to cool off
there. We rented a room at the Holiday inn express, that night the weather
was breezy and a low in the 40s. Perfect sleeping weather with the window
open. So i opened the window after dinner and watched tv untill 10:30pm. We
were tired and went to sleep with no problems, Later that night I heard a
noise that sounded like a Indian howling like a wolf, you can tell the voice
was human. The wind calmed down and I ntice the clock radio said 3am. I tried
to ignore the howling noise and went back to sleep. Then i heard the tv crackling
on the tv stand, I opened my eyes and I saw a perfect white orb moving obove
my wifes beb, it was the size of a softball. It started at the foot of her
bed and moved to the head and ten vanished. I some how sence its related to
the howling noise. the noise quit after the white orb vanished.
Dave Hare <chevyexpert@aol.com>
Phoenix, AZ USA - Saturday, October 07, 2000 at 23:39:43 (EDT)
IN A BEAUTIFUL VICTORIAN MANSION IN LOUISIANA, THE LIGHTS IN THE KITCHEN
TURN THEMSELVES ON AFTER YOU LAVE THE ROOM. WHEN YOU GO BACK TO TURN THEM
OFF AGAIN, ALL THE DISHES/GLASSES ETC. ARE NEATLY STACKED ON THE COUNTER {I
KNOW I JUST PUT THEM AWAY!} YOU PUT EVERY THING AWAY AND TURN OFF THE LIGHT
AND HEAR FAINT LAUGHTER /FEMALE/ IN THE ROOM,{I KNOW I'M ALONE IN HERE!?!}
THEN THE FRONT DOOR{WHICH IS LOCKED BYE THE WAY} WILL OPEN SLOWLY AND A WAFT
OF WIND BLOWS THROUGH THE FOYER> SLAM!! THE DOOR CLOSES/LAUGHING FADES...
NOW THE ROOM GETS COLD... YOU CAN SEE YOUR BREATH... CANDLES ON THE MANTLE
LIGHT UP BY THEMSELVES,AND YOU FEEL A COLD TOUCH BRUSH YOUR CHEEK,ALMOST LIKE
A CARESS. IT SEEMS THAT THE LADY OF THE HOUSE;WHO DIED WITHIN, STILL WATCHES
OVER HER DOMAIN. SHE EVEN TUCKS THE COVERS AROUND THE CHILDREN SOME NIGHTS.THIS
IS NOT A STORY OF HALLOWEEN BUT A STORY OF LIFE. IT USED TO BE MY HOUSE.....MAYBE
SOME DAY I'LL BE THE ONE LAUGHING IN THE DARKNESS, BUT TILL THEN I KNOW IT
IS WATCHED OVER...IS YOURS? .. UNPLEASANT DREAMS.... MORTICIA.
M. RACHAEL ADDAMS SOUDERS <MORTICIAA55@AOL.COM>
ST.PETERSBURG, FL USA - Saturday, October 07, 2000 at 19:19:04 (EDT)
When I was around 10 or so I had a very strange experience. My family and
I lived in a big house that had 4 bedrooms, my parents slept downstairs and
my brothers rooms were upstairs across the hallway from my room. My room was
the biggest room up there. It took up the whole half of the house. I really
loved this room. It had really pretty wallpaper that was at that time, was
antique. It was really sweet. Nothing even remotely scarey or creepy about
this room.
One night we all went ot bed. Sometime in the night I woke up and at the
foot of my bed there was a woman standing there holding what looked like a
baby in her arms. She was wearing a long gown with one of those hoops that
were fasionable at the begining of the century. The baby was fussing while
she tried to comfort it. Startled I rubbed my eyes and tried to focus on what
I was seeing. The harder I focused the harder it was to see what exactly it
was.
Needless to say I was a little unnerved. What was that I saw? Did I really
see anything? I thought that I was dreaming. A few days later I was at my
aunts house,we were chating and I told her of what I thought was a dream.
I described in some detail the womans dress and that the infant seemed to
be very ill. The woman had a sad feeling about her. My aunt looked at me and
asked me if I had been talking to my uncle, who loved to tease little kids.
She thought he had told me a story and that my imagination was playing tricks
on me. She told me that nothing happened and that I was just dreaming. Later
that evening my great-aunt came to my aunt house for dinner and my aunt told
her the story. My greataunt told me that I relly could have seen a ghost because
a very long time ago a young family lived there. The couple had many children
but all of the babies died before their first birthday! The mother went away
and the father hung himself in our attic!
Diana <dliess@edmail.com>
Rock Port, MO USA - Thursday, October 05, 2000 at 15:02:01 (EDT)
About 14 years ago my Mother,Daughter and I had just returned home from a
shopping trip. I was went to the kitchen while my mother and daughter went
to the livingroom. Mother was sitting in the rocker brushing my daughters
hair. My Mother called to me inquiring where I was. I was confused by her
request, asking why? She asked, if I was standing in the hallway. I responded,
NO, but why was she asking. She then said if you're not in the hall then who
is? At that same time I heard my daughter ask, "Grandma who's that man?" From
the kitchen I ask mom where he was and she said, he's standing on the otherside
of the kitchen wall. Not really being afraid, but,a bit, wary I asked my mom
to let me know when he had gone so I could come out.We talked after this stranger
had left and my mother said she didn't feel any menace from are unwelcomed
guest. Our home has senced been visited by other shadows but nothing else.
Mary <cool.mfw@gte.net>
La Habra, CA USA - Wednesday, October 04, 2000 at 20:04:04 (EDT)
One night, I was out putting the trash out when I felt something against
my back. I turned to see what it was, and there was nothing there. so I turned
to go back inside,and i seen something in the corner of my eye. I saw a soft,
powdery form in the corner of my eye, and it seemed like it was werling around
me so fast....... and then it disappeared. I've never seen anything like it
in my entire life.
Jen <ferkywoo@yahoo.ca>
Surrey, Canada - Saturday, September 30, 2000 at 01:46:06 (EDT)
My grandfather passed away in the house I live in 4 1/2 years ago. one night
I woke up in the middle of the night and I saw him watching me sleep. he noticed
me looking at him, he turned around and walked down the hall, turned back
at me, then he walked through the wall into my grandmothers side of the house.
I live in a duplex. My parents and I on one side, then my grandmother on the
other. My sister lives 2 streets over in her own apartment and she said she
had dreamed this happening. weird hugh. it's unexplainable. My grandmother
used to cry and tell us how she wakes up in the middle of the night and she
says that my grandfather is laying up against her and she has to tell him
to moveover.....
Unknown <nochavelli@hotmail.com>
everett, ma USA - Friday, September 29, 2000 at 15:34:27 (EDT)
Seems when I was thirteen my family and I lived in a haunted house. One night,
as i lay in bed talking on the phone with a friend, I heard a strange noise
coming from the area of the back door.Now my bedroom had two doors on it,one
faces the back hallway and back door the other going towards my parents room.My
first thought was that one of my brothers was coming in the back door heading
upstairs to his room,but wait neither of them were home
.I kept talking and pushed the sound out of my mind.Then I heard foot stpes
in the room above mine...remember my brothers were not home.All I could do
was sit up and stare at my open door.All of the sudden I saw a white"thing"
go through the hall to the back door and herad the back door open.I was finally
able to move so I ran through the other door and jumped in the bed between
my parents.My father jumped up asked me what was wrong,I told him someone
came in and out the back door.He said they couldn't, "I locked the dead bolt
on it before I came to bed" and got up to check it out.Sure enough the door
was wide open.You couldn't unlock the door from the outside you had to unlock
it from the inside.
The next day while dad and I were outside in the work shop/garage,we noticed
a double edged ax wedged under one of my window sills,the one right behing
where the head of my bed was located......ummm needless to say,we moved out
of that house shortly after that night.
G. Phillips <pearlntx@aol.com>
Weatherford, Tx USA - Thursday, September 28, 2000 at 15:55:16 (EDT)
My name is Heidi Pearson and I live in Westminster Colorado. I'm 22 years
old. Anyway the true experience I had took place about a two years ago. I
was sleeping one night in my room on a waterbed that I recently bought. What
I thought was a dream was not. My Grandmother passed away not to long ago,
and we had a special bound, but what I'm about to tell you is the special
bound that brought us closer togeather then ever. One night I was sleeping
or so I thought when I heard my Grandmother's voice say, " you need to go
now" Over and over again she said this. I awoke up in a cold sweat thinking
it was a dream intill I realized that my waterbed was moving as someone was
sitting one the edge of the bed and suddenly left the room. So of course I
thoght nothing of it intill I became very ill, and could not stop vomiting.
In the moring I went to the doctors and they digonsed me with Toxic Shock
syndrome. The doctor told me to get to the hosipital right away my veins where
collapseing and my heart rate was at a dangerous low. When I got to the Hosipital
they told me that if I didn't go I would of been dead with in minutes. So
I believe that my Grandmother sent me a message that saved my life. I now
believe she is my guarden angle. Sometimes when I'm really upset I can smell
a strong order of roses, which where her favorite flowers. So remember If
you lost a loved one always remember they are there no matter what, in life
and also in death.
Heidi Pearson <Heidi.Pearson@Levelcom>
westminster, CO USA - Tuesday, September 26, 2000 at 20:56:08 (EDT)
I'm 12 and when we first moved into this house were in now i kept hearing
someone talking and saying good night and saying my name, well one night it
went to far and freaked me out i burst into tears and ran to the bathroom
but before i got there somethig caught my eye in my step brothers room whos
11 there was about three figures and they were dressed in all black and they
seemed to float off the ground i didn't believe it, but the next day my step
brother said he saw it too and the next night when the voices started talking
to me again i talked back and told them to leave me alone, and i haven't heard
them since
Jackie <jackiemattson@home.com>
Victoria, B.C Canda - Monday, September 25, 2000 at 15:05:31 (EDT)
I have a friend who lives in a haunted house. She has seen a older gentleman
in the house on many occasions and even her children. Last year when they
went on vacation I was asked to house sit which I love to do. One night I
was in bed and was having a hard time sleeping. When I finally dose off I
woke into a half sleep state and to my surprise standing by the window was
a shape of an older gentleman,he went to sit down on the chair and when he
did he was gone again. I now truly beleive in the here after because many
a times I have been visited by may of my decesed friends who I miss so many
times.
Barbara A. Puzycki <gangel385826887@aol.com>
East Haven, CT USA - Sunday, September 24, 2000 at 10:43:51 (EDT)
Late one night everyone was in bed asleep, I however was having a lot of
trouble dozing off, when all of the sudden I started to hear a women crying.
I rel relized that the srying was coming from the living room area, so I got
up and went in to check out where it was coming from, as I did so I first
checked on all my children whom were all fast asleep. I went into the living
room and satdown in a chair and the crying stsrted again however everytime
I got out of the chair it would stop again. This went on all night,only one
night.I'm not sure why this happened but 2 days later my stepfather came to
visit whom we hadn't seem or spoke to since my mother pass away. Along with
him he brought his new wife.
Connie Holt
Interlachen, fl USA - Saturday, September 16, 2000 at 20:04:38 (EDT)
the day my father passed away i was not at home...i had stayed at my girlfriends
that night. i awoke startleed, there at the edge of the bed was my dad..all
he said was...EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE O.K
gena <sandli@telus.net>
delta, canada - Friday, September 15, 2000 at 11:30:39 (EDT)
Which story do I tell? There is so many.... Here's a quick one. This was
when I was living at my mom's house still. I was in the main bathroom tending
to the washer. Next to that bathroom is the hallway. Next to THAT is my parent's
bedroom. The door was open, so I was able to see inside. My mother was in
there at the time. I saw some sort of black mist hanging in the air and it
descended a little. I called to my mom and told her that I saw the mist and
whomever went into that room would have something bad happen to them. Well,
later I forgot all about it and went into that room later to get something.
A few days later I was driving to my class. there was a lot of traffic and
the street was just horrible. Just to say, I got into a car crash. I totalled
my mom's car. My mother later asked me if I remembered about what I said about
the room....
Crystal <walker_eve@hotmail.com>
Bernalillo, NM USA - Thursday, September 14, 2000 at 00:57:17 (EDT)
I can't say this is really a ghost story because I don't know that it is
a ghost. You be the judge. My husband and I bought this older fixer upper
house 3 years ago. Before we bought it was the neighborhood gang hangout.
There was graffiti on the fireplace and blood on the closet doors. We've refinished
the house. Sometimes when I'm alone in the house I hear doors opening and
closing. Our doors are old enough to squeek. I can actually hear footsteps
in the attic and on the roof sometimes and these are not animal. I was talking
to aa friend on the phone one day after my husband left for work at 5am. I
heard scratching noises in the attic and footsteps. One day my sister and
I was sitting at the kitchen table. We were alone and we saw the door to my
laundry room opened and actually closed by itself. Is it a ghost or the house
settling? You tell me!
ambien
TX USA - Tuesday, September 12, 2000 at 22:23:11 (EDT)
Since I first moved into the house I live in now when I was 4 years old,
we have shared our home with more than one ghost. On many ocasions I have
woken up to see a man standing at the end of my bed. That man I'm sure is
the same one our guests have seen standing, or walking around in the living
room or kitchen. I believe the land our house ( and the surrounding houses)
to be built on some kind of battle ground. A couple of years ago we had some
native sweepers come into our home to see if they could rid us of our pesky
inhabitants. To our utmost surprise and horror, we found that we had a porthole
or votex in our bathroom, there was an old lady in our pantry( which explains
the strange spectacles my mother sees, because the pantry and her closet are
beside eachother), our cat supposedly had an entity in her, and lastly, also
the scarriest, is there was an entity living in the center of my bed. After
the sweepers were done things seemed to get better for a while. . . Now, things
are acting up but in a more of a disturbing manner. The sweepers told us there
was a battle on this ground, but I didn't know that. A friend and I were outside
on the back porch when you could literly see the energy from these people.
They seemed to be watching us. It got so unnerving we had to go inside, where
to our displeasure they were inside aswell( I understand if this sounds too
concocted but I assure you, It all happened and is still happening) I have
a few psychic friends and I myself am psychic, I'm sure that has something
to do with being able to see these things . . .obviously!!! anyway needless
to say that night was not very relaxing. Things have gotten so uncomfortable
here that I don't stay at home at night anymore. Believe me I don't enjoy
having to leave my beautiful home just because of this but, frankly I'm too
damned scared. Maybe if there is anyone out there who could help me I would
really apreciate it. thank-you so much and happy halloween
medieva <paganpriestess@moonshinehollow.com>
chwk, bc canada - Sunday, September 10, 2000 at 20:43:59 (EDT)
it was late at night i had just moved in to this place close to a so called
haunted grave where this lady supposedly killed a bunch of her family and
anyone that comes around her grave something bad would happen, so i was sleeping
then i hears a noise comming from down stairs and walked down stairrs to see
what it wwas i couldnt see anything so i turned the light on but for some
odd reason it went out and i couldnt see a thing but the next day it worked
fine, well anyways i heard a knock at the door buut when i answered it no
one was there so i closed the door and locked but as i heard another knock
i didn't answer i watched the door handle move and locks un lock themselves
and the door flung open and in the screen door i seen a imprint of a young
girl looking about 32 in a white night gown and a knife stabed threw her chest
stairing at me i turned around to yell and get my grandma but as i turned
back to look at it... the lady was gone and the light was back on
missy <OOsmrufyOO@aol.com>
south sioux city, neb USA - Sunday, September 10, 2000 at 17:30:19 (EDT)
There are many ghost stories that have been told to me by my grandmother
and my mom. I have also had my own experences with ghosts. The first story
to come to mind is one my grandmother told me that my great-grandmother experienced.
When my great-grandma was young, there were two men in her town that got into
a fight and one killed the other. My great-grandma was one of the people that
help dressed the body of the dead man. They laid the body in the living room
and my great-grandma was sleeping upstairs. Suddenly she woke up for no aparent
reason and she saw the ghost of the dead man downstairs. Now my great-grandma
stayed calm and she asked the ghost, "What in Jesus name do you want?" and
the ghost said, "You parted my hair on the wrong side." So my great-grandma
went downstairs and fixed his hair and the ghost never returned. Now when
my great-grandma died, she was very sick before and was in the hospital for
a long while. Right before she died, the doctors said that she was doing a
lot better and could go home within the next day. Well one of my great-aunts
was in her kitchen and she got a wierd feeling and called the hospital. She
talk to one of my other great-aunts. My great-aunt at the hospital was really
happy because my great-grandma was going to get to come home and my other
great-aunt that called said, "No sister she isn't going to come home." and
my great-aunt said, "Why?" and the other said, "Because mother is standing
in my kitchen." The next stories I am going to tell you happened to my mother
and my grandmother. When my mother was young her step-father shot himself
in the head. A little while later, my mother was a sleep in bed and then she
just woke up and she saw her step-father with on hand covering his bullet
wound and the other streched out to touch her cheek. Well she screamed and
he disappeared. Then a while later at night my grandma heard footsteps coming
up the stairs and the she felt something grab her arm and let go and she knew
that it was Charles saying goodbye. The last story I am going to tell you
is a story that happened to me. When I was young, I used to wake up and look
at my door and see a white man walking toward me. He never would get to me
because I would either sit up and he would disapear or I would just roll over
and ignore him, but he would come often.
Amy Harris <Snow_Deer@webtv.net>
Greenville , SC USA - Friday, September 01, 2000 at 12:30:57 (EDT)
I was 5 years old the first time I saw a ghost. It happend one night as my
sisters and I were sleeping in our bedroom. I woke up suddenly out of a dead
(no pun intended) sleep to find a glowing white figure standing by our closet
door. I was little, and didn't know any better, so I got up to see who it
was. As I reached the door, the thing jumped at me. I fell back into the bed
screaming. I sat up to see where it went, and I saw it sort of dive under
the bed I was sitting on. I freaked out. I woke up the whole house. My mom
and dad came running in to see what had happened. I told them, but they didn't
believe me. My mom told me it was a dream. I insisted that it wasn't. I remembered
waking up and seeing it standing there. She has since changed her tune. I'm
not the only one who sees weird things in this house!
Annonymous
<Random4043@aol.com>
Girard, OH USA - Thursday, August 31, 2000 at 08:12:23 (EDT)
well i am a rebel let me tell u .its a long story just that i hang out at
the bridge and spray paint it. and i had a mini bike on which i would take
on long rides. theirs this old cemetary on which i would go and sit.during
the afternoon when i had no job for a time being . i would look at the graves
and say man theses theses things are old!1779 is old and 1912 is titanic dates
but any way i used too just go their in the afternoon when i was resting my
mini bike motor and the dogs i barely made it past before the grave yard thats
a nother story once agian.well i met my girl friend a few months later and
shes a girl that looks like she should have been from another period . like
the nights of armour days. and she likes too do cool things so one night i
told her about hachet man road which has a tale of the green man. it s the
road across from the cemetary on which this tale is told.one night she was
sitting their with her blond hair thats long and and her sexy eyes lookin
for adventure so she just got her mustang only a year earlyier and want too
take me for a drive so what do u think i say hell ya!!!!!!lets go!!!! but
i told her that i wanted too stop buy this cemetary and take pictures with
my mom s poleroid camera too try and catch a ghost on film. well it was about
11:30 pm at night as we crept down the hole filed bump filled with holes.
we got to the cemetary within 20mins and pulled too the side of the road.
and after watchin a number of scary stories on film we didnt want too shut
the car of thinkin it wouldnt u know start.BUT we did and plus its cool too
be in the car with a sexy girl at night trust me.well we both glared at the
cemetary theirs a old creepy metal gate around it and also a bunch of really
old pine trees around it too.we got the camera ready and waited hopeing for
something! and we were listening too black sabbath too make it just a little
creepier. then out of no we seen a glare from behind a tomstone and we both
couldnt talk i said start the dam car!!!!!!!lets get out of here and un like
the movies the car started but i said hold on let me try and get a picture
she said ok this is scary!!!!!! so i clicked the shot and we started to pull
away slowlly when i was complaing about chest cramps that hurt so bad i almost
had too make her stop the car.~!as we got down the road it started too go
away and my girl friend said u take the picture of what happened i said yes
but to my dismay!!! the picture didnt take at all !!!!!! i was mad and didnt
know why my chest hurt so bad when i was takeing the photo and that it was
all whiteish.no picture to show any one and i talk too my neibor about what
happened the next day. the grave plot i was takeing a picture of or in the
directin i was takeing the photo was a man that he heard in 1919got crushed
in the chest by a falling tree during a storm he was killed. that was something
then i thought it was strange that i had chest pains whaen i was takeing the
picture maybe .......... by chance something pissed this ghost off by bothering
him at rest and takein a picture too boot . i think ill leave him a lone and
well go other places too take pictures u think sounds like a good idea too
ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! well thats it i didnt write it out well but thats what happened
thank u for takein the time too lend me an ear.and kor them agian lol. daniel
Daniel Andreatta
<Muffat Head@ol.com>
west farminton, ohio USA - Wednesday, August 30, 2000 at 19:05:34 (EDT)
that happened to me when i was about ten years old. one night i was reading
in my room and i heard this noise. i looked up and there was nothing unusual
so i continued reading.after a while i turned out the light. i didn't need
the covers that night. it was a very warm summer night. somewhere around 90
degrees, i think. just as i was dozing off i heard that same noise again.
i switched on the light and looked around. nothing. so i turned the light
off again. then, suddenly, it became cold. i turned the light back on quickly.
it got colder. so cold that i could see my breath. i went to my closet to
get my quilts. i had about three of them in there. when i opened the door,
they were gone. then when i turned around, i saw my lamp go flying across
the room. then the light went out. i saw this movement about ten feet away
from me. it wasn't like a human movement, though. it was more like a...a fox.
very swift and stealthy. it flew staight toward me. i grabbed a baseball bat
and yelled at it. i swung and missed. it came at me again. i dropped the bat
and stared in absolute terror as it closed in. then, just as it was inches
from my face, it disappeared.it got warm in my room again. i looked in my
closet. the quilts were back. i went to my bed and i stayed there until morning.
i kept my eyes shut tight and my ears covered. and i even stayed under the
blanket, dispite the heat. THE END
James
<Fishgills094@aol.com>
NJ USA - Monday, August 21,
2000 at 10:58:45 (EDT)
well this is not my story its
my moms cuz i was a baby when it happen... well a lady across the street had
died and my family was eating dinner they heard a pic of my sis fall to the
ground then my dad heard a baby crying he rushed to the crib as he looked
in the crib he saw black marks all around me they led up the wall and at the
top right before the black marks had ended their were blood marks!! my Dad
told our neighbor and asked what the lady was wearing when she died he daid
a black dress!!!:(
Ashleigh <HevinsLiLAngel34@aol.com>
mesquite, TX USA - Friday, August
18, 2000 at 18:36:29 (EDT)
One night when I went to bed it
was so dark out and i kept hearing this creaking sound!My window was open
because it was hot,and i could see the garden from my window,we always had
a scarecrow out there to scare the birds away,but that night it was not there
i kept thinking it was just there 20 minutes ago where could have it gone?Then
i heard the sound again it sounded like someone walking on stilts.I looked
out my window again and there on the porch lie the scarecrow!I kept stareing
and thinking my dad probably laid it there for tonite,but as i kept watchind
it,it winked.I was so scared then it became quiet and I heard the stilts sound
again!when I looked out my window I let out a scream,a scream that made my
mother come rushing in there stood the scarecrow at my window!My mom just
said your father probably set it there.i tried to tell her no,but she just
said no your in one of those spooky moods,then she left the room it became
quiet again,i heard it grunt.By then I was scared half to death i hide under
my covers and waited,after a while i looked out the scarecrow was not there
it was in the garden!I was still a little bit freaked but after a wile i fell
asleep!Ever since that night nothing strang has happen only that one night!so
BEWARE it could happen to you
Michelle <aunt-sue@prodigy.com>
Callery, P.a. USA - Wednesday,
August 16, 2000 at 13:18:22 (EDT)
Last weekend I went to stay with
my cousins for a few days, in Greenville, SC. Well that Saturday night we
wentup to "The poinset bridge". It is actually a historical bridge, but it
has a ledgen behind it. When they were building it in the 1800's, when slaves
would die while making the bridge they would put their bodies in the bridge
while making it. Well, a while after that this young couple was making-out
on the bridge and something cut their heads off. So now when you go there
you will see some messed-up things. When we went there it was myself my 3
cousins and a friend. Well, my friend and I have never been and so we were
slightly scared. Than when we got there we started to smell a graveyard. Like
mildewed dirt mix with dead. Than while passing it ping on the window and
couldn't say anthing! After we passed it he finally said why he was tapping.
He said sonething wasn't letting him talk. He tried but nothing was coming
out! Than when we turned around and had to pass it again to go home, we passed
a police car. Than our windsheild start to get so fogged up that we couldn't
see where we were driving. Next thing we know we saw someone or something
writing C J... my cousin wipped it off before it finished. Than we saw another
cop car this time with search lights and another Jeep, cop car that could
go threw the woods. We knew someone was missing because police NEVER go there.
What happened? I really wanna know.
Ashley <ashash247@aol.com>
Durham, NC USA - Thursday, August
10, 2000 at 19:08:47 (EDT)
A few days ago, I was with some
friends and we were playing this game called "Black Cat". Everyone sat linked
hand in hand in the circle with the lights out. I was in the middle. I chanted"
One day I was walking down the dark street. I saw a Black cat. It scratched
me on the arms and it scratched me on the back" two times. While I said that,
I had to vision it actually happening. When we turned on the lights, we looked
for scratches on my arms and back, but there were none. All of a sudden, long
red scratches appeared on the top of my left arm. It was really scary, but
they didn't hurt. A few minutes later, they dissapeared. It was really really
weird.
Nicole Ceera'
USA - Monday, August 07, 2000
at 17:18:16 (EDT)
every year, my family goes 2 deep-creek-lake.
Now there have been stories told about deep-creek-lake: For instance...this
one time at band camp... no im jk. ok but seriously, this one time a family
of 4 went up to dcl for a nice weekend...but it didn't turn out so nice. they
went out one night on the erie, still, foggy, chilly, lake to catch some frogs.
they were sitting out on their boat for about an hour, when they noticed some
bubbles appearin from about 30 ft away. so they thought it was a frog and
decided to go over and try to catch it. the boat slowly made its way over
there. sudenly the bubbles stopped abd something that looked like old rags
crunched together and beneath was a rotted old and moldy faced appeared on
the top of the water...
the family started to panic and
scream! one of the 2 children stood up and fell over the side of the boat..
the mother didn't relize wha was goin on because she was in shock of what
they haad found. the child wasn't a very good swimmer. he tried to stay above
the water. the dad and the other child looked over and the being was gone.
they boy who was in the water suddenly got pulled under. the family tried
to save him.. the dad even jumped in the water to find him but he was no where
to be seen. so that night the parents reported it to the police. the police
said that they would go out and look for him and soon as posible. so that
late night/ early morning around 2:30 the police went out to look for the
lost boy. the family told the police what happened and the police never found
any bodys so they thought that the family wasn't tellin the truth.
about a year later when my family
went up there we out on the lake to catch some crayfish at about 9:30 at night.
we were doin pretty good havein alotta fun until we heard something violently
screamin and slashiin through the water. we looked up and there was a sort
of cloacked figure struggleing w/ a little boy, tieing some sort of rag around
his mouth so he couldn't breath. while this was goin on my sister started
to panic and i told her to just sit there and watch, while the rest of my
family was pretty much in shock. and then the little boy stopped struggeling
and plumited into the water. then the cloaked being stared into my eyes and
i forgot about where i was and what i was doin. i suddenly saw everything
that the ghost has done in his after-life. he tossed some sort of locket that
had a picture in it but i couldn't make out what it was, but i still have
it w/ me right now. ever since i brought it home i've been having these dreams
of me bein out in the water w/ the cloaked bein and he reaches out to me and
i take his hand and then he pulls me under. after that i wake up sweatin and
in a panic. i've been havin the same dream since the locket has been w/ me.
i tried to get rid of it by throwin it in a lake near my house bu twhen i
got home it was sitting on my dresser!! i don't no what to say but im tellin
the truth and need help! i told my parents but they think im crazy;they don't
seem to remember what happened that night... its like there memory got erased.
they've been makin me see a therapist. i can't take it n e more.. ppl think
im crazy .. and i can't get away from these dreams and the locket. someone
please help........
Rena Barker <fredlover215>
Pokey Oaks, Ma USA - Saturday,
July 22, 2000 at 10:43:25 (EDT)
One night, my friend, my step
brothers, and my dad were playing with a Ouija Board. They were talking to
someone named Oz. He could read their thoughts and he proved he was real.
Anyway, I didn't really like Ouija Boards. I was sitting in the living room
with the phone in my hand. I looked by the door and I saw a tall dark figure
with no eyes and bony hands standing there. It pointed at me and the phone
flew out of my hands to the kitchen and hit the back door. I screamed and
the figure disappeared. I was so scared I was crying and everything. My dad,
my friend, and my step brothers came out of the room and asked what was wrong.
When I told them they didn't believe me. Then they were playing with the Ouija
Board again and talking to Oz. They asked what he looked like and he discribed
himself exactly the way I had. Then they told me that he had left for about
5 to 10 minutes and thats when I had screamed. I don't think they really believed
me but it really happened.
Tia <cutie_685@otmail.com>
Moses Lake, Wa USA - Tuesday,
July 18, 2000 at 19:42:01 (EDT)
I got home from work one dark
night, just after Christmas. There was frost on the ground and the sky was
perfectly clear, with bright stars. I was standing there waiting for my dog
to get out of the car too, when I felt or heard something above my head. I
looked up, and a large black shape, maybe five feet wide, was slowly passing
about fifteen feet over my head. I could see the light of a distant streetlight
shining off the front edge of thing, creature, whatever; and it's body blocked
the stars from my vision. It seemed like a heavy object. I looked at it for
about 15 seconds before it passed into the darkness. It didn't flap like a
bird. Maybe a really giant black owl with a bad attitude? Maybe unknown things
live in the night sky...
nowyat <nowyat@worldnet.att.net>
OR USA - Sunday, July 16, 2000
at 02:24:46 (EDT)
When I was 18 years old I went
to work at my first "real" job. I was hired as a clerical employee of a very
old southern private college...Limestone College in Gaffney, SC. The college
is very old, like I said and VERY haunted! I moved into an apartment complex
across the street, which was not quite as old as the college, but you must
remember the entire college campus had once been camp to Confederate and Union
soldiers in the Civil War. I am not a physic, but I "feel" things. You know,
like the hairs on my neck stand up when something not of this world is near
by...lol. Anyway, this apartment was any 18 year olds dream...only at 3:00
am the hot water in my sink came on...I had maintence come and put in totally
new plumbing...still every night my water came on. I knew of course that my
apartment was haunted, but it wasn't a "bad" haunt. One night when the water
came on, it really made me mad! I jumped up and yelled..."Hey! I don't care
for you to use the water...just turn it off when you're done! Better yet,
use it when I'm not home!" After I turned off the water, I went back to bed.
My water never came back on in the middle of the night. This is an absolutely
true story! Amy amy_dink@yahoo.com
Amy <amy_dink@yahoo.com>
Gaffney, SC USA - Sunday, July
16, 2000 at 00:28:30 (EDT)
WELL ONE NIGHT I WAS IN MY MOMS
ROOM I WAS ASLEEP BEHIND MY MOM WHEN I GOT UP MY MOM MY SISTER AND MY BROTHER
WERE ALL IN ONE BED ASLEEP AND I WAS LIKE WHAT THE HECK SO I TURNED AROUND
AND SAW A LITTLE DOLL SHE HAD THE FACE OF MY MOM SO I GOT REALLY SCARED AND
WENT TO THE NEXT BED THE ONE MY FAMILY WAS ASLEEP ON AND I JUST SAW THE DOLL
GET UP AND GO UNDER THE BED THE NEXT MORNING I CHECKED UNDER MY BED AND THERE
WAS NOTHING THIS AINT A JOKE
David <Davidesg
13>
Houston, Tx USA - Friday, July
14, 2000 at 02:15:06 (EDT)
i was about 3 or 4 when my grandfather
died but i can still remeber going to his house and playing with him and he
took very fond of me and treated me as if i was his own. i was watching some
old video footage my dad took alone in my dads room at night when it came
to some video of me and my grandfather playing in the back yard together and
then both of us falling asleep and i was in his lap as a baby. i started to
cry when it was almost over and decided to go to sleep. i cried myself to
sleep and that night i had an odd dream. it was a very comforting dream and
it was sorta a fuzzy white place and i saw visions of me and my grndfather
wheni was little but it wasen sad..it was happy. i relized the warm fuzzness
was him telling me not to cry and that he loved me. now when i think of him
its not sad. its happy cuz i know he's in a good place and that he is watching
me everyday.
Deli <yongstwngrly@aol.com>
Thornton, CO USA - Wednesday,
July 12, 2000 at 21:19:02 (EDT)
My story takes place in my great
grandmother's house. We've always thought it to be haunted because of all
the strange noises and occurances there. One day myself, my sister, and my
two cousins were considering going into the backroom which we believe to be
the most haunted place in the house. We were all standing by the door facing
the corner where we could see our shadows. Four shadows for four people. We
turned away from the door to discuss and when we turned back there were five
shadows and still only four people. The shadow was an exact image of my great
grandmother- short with hair curled tightly against her head. We looked behind
us to see if anyone had walked up, but no one was there. I guess Grandma Dodie
must have been there with us that day. The house has now been sold to a family
friend and turned into a bed and breakfast. I guess if you're looking for
a night of scares, that's the place to go.
Deann W. <babygirl5154@hotmail.com>
Ft. Worth, TX USA - Tuesday,
June 20, 2000 at 14:07:09 (EDT)
This was some odd twenty years
ago and i was in my first year of marriage We lived in the south , homes were
old. The home we rented was an old farmhome with no indoor priviliges. So
just as we were retiring for the nite a sound like a metal tub hitting concrete
and twirling like a coin was so loud the windows vibrated.We were so startled
we didn't know what to do. So we went to the back porch and found nothing.The
next nite the sound was louder, so loud it was deafening. We asked the neighbors
if they heard anything but all we got for an answer was no.Then the next week
our cat starting acting funny ,she would climb our curtains and meow loudly.The
next month was April and we were awakened by a tapping on our window. My husband
looked out and said aww it was just his cousin Gene playing a Aprils fool
joke on us. The next day my husband asked him about it and he said it wasnt
him. He was in emergeny room that nite. Three days later he died in a car
crash . You better believe we moved in one big hurry.
marge <margegirl4805@yahoo.com>
warren, mi USA - Saturday, June
17, 2000 at 03:26:11 (EDT)
Have you ever heard of the hanks.Well
let me tell u a little bit about it.It is when u can see dead people or talk
to them. One night my friend and my friend was chillin and this guy from next
came over and he made a no headed man apear on a horse in my room.
Heineken <HildrichG.com@gateway.net>
Flora, Ms USA - Wednesday, June
07, 2000 at 18:55:10 (EDT)
I have been studying at a college
in Pensacola, FL, for the past two and a half years as a commercial art student.
Something unnerving occured one night in the residence hall I lived in that
still scares me to this day. The story that I am about to relate to you may
have been an actual haunting experience or just my overactive imagination.
You decide. During my first semester, I lived at the end of the hall on the
ninth floor of Young Tower, the tallest building on campus. I roomed with
three other guys--Dave, Don, and Jeremy. One night around 11:30, Dave, Jeremy,
and I were talking about different things, and we got on the subject of ghosts
and supernatural phenomena. We started discussing stories we had heard about
ghosts haunting different buildings on campus. One of the stories went like
this: Around three years ago, a promising music major had begun going to school
at the college I attended. This guy loved playing the piano and was constantly
practicing. One day, in Young Tower, he died. He simply collapsed in his room
and died from heart failure. It was a shock to all his friends and the people
who knew him. The night after he died, his roomates heard something that caused
them to request a room in a different building. They heard the sound of a
piano playing. Now, when I heard that story I was a little skeptical. It sounded
like the typical ghost story to scare unsuspecting freshman. But one night
later on in the semester, we were talking again, and suddenly we all stopped.
Faintly, through the ventilation system we could hear the sound of a piano
playing. We were scared out of our wits. Was the dead music major playing
his music as he did in his life? Was it someone's CD player? Or just our imaginations?
We will never know.
Brian Weaver <bezoris1@hotmail.com>
Burlington, MA USA - Sunday,
June 04, 2000 at 01:51:37 (EDT)
I work at a medium size nursing
home. Anyway one day I was clearing up the dinning room when I turned around
to take a tray from a coworker. And I saw what looked like a skeleton wearing
a black top hat and long black cape sitting at one of the tables.. Later that
day the lady that sat acroos from what ever it was I saw died quiet suddenly.
She had not been ill jut old and not able to be on her own any more. I have
never seen this thing since and I hope I never see it again. One time was
too many for me.
Marsha <NeilYfan@aol.com>
Bourbonnais, IL USA - Saturday,
June 03, 2000 at 18:39:59 (EDT)
While living in Virginia Beach
a year or so ago, I had my first encounter with a ghost. I had not been living
in my new home long when I began to notice that my things would "go missing",
only to return some time later in the most unusual of places. (My house keys
for instance would be gone from beside the phone,only to be found inside the
toaster or microwave.) I assumed that one of my roomates must be playing a
joke on me, so I played along for awhile. After a few weeks of this however,
I became more than a little annoyed. I confronted my roomates at dinner one
evening, much to thier collective dismay. Even though thier denials seemed
sincere,I would'nt be convinced until several nights later that this was something
more than a prank. One evening just as I was falling asleep,I heard someone
calling my name. Again, I asked my roomates only to have them deny that they
had called my name late at night. The next evening, I awoke to the sensation
of being pulled out of my bed. Not falling out of bed,being PULLED out of
bed by unseen hands. I was of course very frightened and confused. Once again
the next evening, I was woken from my nightly rest by a loud noise in my bedroom.
Upon gaining my bearings in the dark, and letting my eyes adjust to the blackness
of the room, I saw a figure standing in the corner closest to my bed! It was
a man painted in shadow with no visible features at all, he slowly faded away
and became part of the surrounding darkness again. A few days later, I related
the story to a friend of mine, who suggested that I simply ask the man to
leave my room, and not to move my things again. I did just that, and indeed,
the "haunting" seemed to end. No more did the "shadowman" bother me at night.
Every once and awhile, however I would hear heavy footsteps in the hall outside
my room, and listen as they paused and lingerd in front of my bedroom door.
I knew that this was my ghost,and sometimes I even felt a little guilty at
having robbed him of his nightly fun!
Ben Layman <Monsterboy75@hotmail.com>
Ellsworth, me USA - Wednesday,
May 24, 2000 at 17:34:42 (EDT)
It was cold last night, i was
out there since im a witch. very young one. 13 yrs. anyway i was outside.
and i heared a whisper as i was holding a stone. it said my name. I thought
it was a weirdo trying to do something stupid. i charged magick to defend
myself. and all i saw was a faded figure. I ask who are u? it looked at me
coldly. i looked back. It came at me faster. but stopped since i was in my
circle. it could not attack or whatever it was going to do. It kept staring
and waiting, it scared me. but then I stared it down. And then i asked it
to leave. It looked at me with strange and dazed look and disapeered. This
encounter was real and scary. If u want to get rid of a ghost remember to
always be firm and tell it to go away. ghosts are just spirits tied to something
emotionally that is why they are so scary and sometimes mean. But usually
they will not hurt you remember that.
davidkert <whitefeather@amystickalgrove.zzn.com>
CA USA - Wednesday, May 03,
2000 at 02:24:39 (EDT)
well it was the 29th october in
1995 and i was 12 years old, me and my friends, david bulley,darren my brother,anthony,james
and berto were out for the day and we went to a forest called wentwood,we
stayed there for a cople of days in our tents camping.On the second day we
were all asleep when james woke us up, he said that he could hear something
outside in the forest, we got our air rifles and torches and went to have
a look.we could not here anything,when we gave up looking we thought james
was trying to scare us, but as we were geting into the tent there was a noise
like rocks being thrown into a lake and then there were loud footsteps and
branches braking.we couldn't see anything,when all of a sudden james shouted
over there and when we looked there was a figure of a woman floating above
the ground,she was old and grey,and there was white mist all around her coming
up from the ground,she had a robe over her shoulders and she started to scream
loud horrible sounds and all we could hear was lots of kids and babies sreaming
and crying for help.then as quick as she had appeared she disappeared.and
everything went silent,for the rest of that night we all took it in turns
two at a time to take guard and make sure everyone got some sleep.when we
got home the next day and told our parents they didn't beleive us but when
we told Mr.Thomas who lived next door to me who was 78 years old he told us
a tale about when he was younger,when him and his mates camped out there in
the forest and he said they too saw a floating woman and he showed us all
a old news paper artical from the 1950's and the old woman we saw in the woods
had lived out there years ago and she killed over 150 children,and ever since
that day me and none of my mates have ever been back up there.I am now 17
years old and nothing else has happened in wentwood forest since that year
only one thing happened that year after we were there a man who was shooting
there was found nailed to a tree.And that is a true stroy im not kiding. by
chris morgarno.
christopher
morgarno <chrismorgarno@currantbun.com>
newport, st.julians UK - Saturday,
April 22, 2000 at 13:56:43 (EDT)
two weeks ago my great-grandfather
died. i knew he had died before anyone else found out because i had a dream
of him coming to me and saying hotdog (that's what he calls me) i am leaving
now. he had alzimers. so when i woke up i was surprised that he remembered
me. i have high beliefs in dreams and wishes, for i am wiccan. well anyways
we (family) recieved a call 4 days later saying he had died. the day after
his funeral i had another dream of him. this time he was with my grandma.
she has lung cancer. well he told me not to be upset because grandma may be
leaving too. she went to the docotor, had surgery, the cancer spread. they
give her a little more time to live. Freaky, huh?
Chrissy <kennysgal357@aol.com>
deland, fl USA - Friday, April
21, 2000 at 20:58:21 (EDT)
when we moved into our house there
were scratch marks all over the wall where my bro's room was. a few years
later he started seein a dog appear at night and scratching at the wall which
was were the scratches were. the next couple days he said he saw it{we didn't
know if he was tellin the truth}. my dad finally called the people who owned
the house before and they said they used to have a dog that was very mean
so they locked it in there. it finally died they said and that was the dog
my brother saw.
rebecca
<none>
?, ky USA - Thursday, April
20, 2000 at 21:24:51 (EDT)
Well on 2/17/2000 my friend Lacey
Michelle Rossini, died cause her pace maker for her heart died in her sleep.
She was a 13 year old 8th grader at Hamlin Middle School. She was born with
a heart problem. It was a long term heart condition. She was known by, like
every one. Her death was such a shock. She got a long with every one. On friday
the 18th of February I found out about her death and broke out in tears. See
even though I am a 6th grader, I am really emotional, and so I cried all day
at school same with my 6-8th gradde freinds and most of us went home early.
And at school they to go and share your emotions. Today, 2/25/2000 was a mermorial
service at school for her and I said a poem. On 2/23/2000 was her funerial
and I cried and went. It was during school but still most of my friends went
to school and got picked up to go to the funerial. When I got there they had
just closed the coffen so I didn't get to say goodbye with Lacey face to face.
Well at the end we at the funerial wrote on balloons.(They were purple cause
purple and green was her favorite colors. Well then right before the hirst(what
ever you call it) left to the Plesant Hill Cemetary. We let the balloons go
and some got stuck in the tree but most of them flew into the clouds. I wonder
if she got mine. Well when the hirst pulled out some kids cried out."Dont
take her, come back Lacey." That really put me in tears. Wait oh yeah, When
this guy in the church was playing guitar and singing I could not help my
selt to not crack up cause it was so funny. But I'm sorry Lacey. Well I miss
Lacey and so does all my friends at school. I wish she would come back. Oh,
She was burried in her pajamas (or how ever you spell it.) Well that seems
weird. But my question is "Why'd she have to go?" Why couldn't of I gotten
to know her better? Can she hear me when I pray to her? Does she look after
me? If you have any information on this please E-Mail me. at ganderlake1@uswest.net
Thank You
Jacqueline
White <ganderlake1@uswest.net>
Springfeild , Or USA - Friday,
February 25, 2000 at 22:20:15 (EST)
Was it life or dream..... Well
this is a nother one of my true life ghost stories. I was 4, I remember it
like yesturday. Well my mom had just tucked me in for bed.(It was 8:00 pm.)
I was about to fall a sleep but something startalled me. I didn't know what
it was. Then I saw my brother with this ghost mask of ours on and he was standing
in my doorway. He looked so stiff and scary. I told him to go away. But he
didn't. Infact he started walking toward my bed. I started to cry. He was
at the foot of my bed now, still looking stiff and scary. I then jumped out
of my bed as fast as I possibly could, and ran to the hallway and screamed
at the door of my parents room. My mom then opened the door and she saw me
on the floor more scared than she had ever seen me. I told about my brother
and she looked but he was gone. Then I asked her to sleep in my bed with me
to comfort me. So she did. We were now in my bed and she started to fall asleep.
I turned to my side and I saw my brother with the freky mask on. He just stood
there stiff, lonely, and very scary. I tried to sleep but could not, then
everything turned black. When I opened my eyes it was morning and my mom was
in her own bed and my brother was in his own bed. I got up and asked my brother
why he tried to scare me. He just said, "What are you on?" I said nothing.
Then I asked my mom what had happened last night, and said that I got scared
and so she slept with me. But the thing is she never saw my brother. It was
like I could only see him like cause in the hall when she looked we could
not see him. When she slept I could see him. I guess I will never know. But
about the mask, I never could find it until 4 years later and then it disapeared.
The End... Everything that happened to me that was evil, happened in the house
where I grew up.
Jacqueline
Renee White <(cant tell)>
Springfeild, Or USA - Sunday,
January 30, 2000 at 00:29:53 (EST)
Ok I was about 6 and I was quite
tired. Just as I was drifting asleep (it was around 1:30 am.) Well any way
I heard these clicking noises and I saw these flashing lights from the cracks
of the door. I got up interested yet scared. I walked to the door and opened
it. When I looked to where I heard the clicking noise, what I saw was what
you could only dream. I saw the light switch moving up and down all by it's
self. I got so freaked out I screamed, ran in my room. Put my blankets over
my head and my mom came in and I told her what I had saw. She just said it
was my imagination and that I was dreaming. But I know the truth. Well any
way the next day I asled my mom what happened to the people who lived here
before us, and she said that the old lady who lived here had died of unknown
reasons, sitting in her rocking chair with her eyes wide open. Well thats
the end of my true life ghost storie.
Jacqueline
Renee White <(Cant tell)>
Springfeild, Or USA - Saturday,
January 29, 2000 at 23:48:09 (EST)
OK, 1st of all, i'd just like
to tell all thse people who claim that their friends and them have seen ghosts
while they were doing "witchcraft". I am a practitioner of the Wiccan religion
and I hate how ignorant people try to make our religion seem evil or satanic.
Wiccans don't even belive in the Devil!!! Wicca is a RELIGION, not just something
you do with your friends for fun. I hear talk about having "seances" at my
school all the time, and i just want to smack them in their preppy little
faces!!! You should never ever try to contact a spirit when you don't know
what your doing. Without the religion, MAJIC IS NOTHING. Without the help
of Spirit, it doesn't work. Wiccans never do anything to hurt other people,
and were certinly not stupid enough to try "black majic", because we know
Karmas just gonna come back and kick us in your asses. Nuff said. Anyways,
i really do have a ghost story. Twice now, I have seen a small girl in my
house. It is always when i wake up in the middle of the night. SHe turns just
as soon as i see her. The first time, she was wearing a pink dress, and the
second time a green one. The dresses look to be from about the late 1800's
or early 1900's. This is freaky because there is a statue of a girl in the
same kinds of clothes who dies when she was 11 in the cemetary in our town.
Her name i Jenny, and we both feel very close to her. Maybe the girl i saw
was Jenny. I think she was. She watches over us and protects us, because she
knows that were her friends. I jsut hope someday she gets to Heaven, and if
she's already there, i'm glad she visits me.
Isis <Isis145@yahoo.com>
USA - Tuesday, January 25, 2000
at 11:28:24 (EST)
Not too many years ago ther was
a woman named mrs.Cook. She was always very nice to everyone and let the children
have swimming lessons in her backyard pool. She was a widow, and a mysterios
one at that. After she died the house was deserted for many years. The vines
spread up and into her house. everything overgrew and became quite wild.After
many years some real estate people tried to sell the house, but no one wanted
it. Many people belived it was haunted. and, in truth it was. Not even vandals
went near the house. there were stories of the sound of somone playing the
grand piano within. Mrs. Cook loved her grand piano. no one is sure why she
decided to stay on earth but she did. And the story does not end there. since
no one bought the house a greedy builder came and wrecked the house to build
new homes. this made mrs. Cook very, very angry. she promised that when people
move in she will freeze the pipes, plug the toilets and cause chaos untill
nshe gets her house back. And belive me, she will. If you dont belive me go
look on liverpool road by holy redeemer elemantry school you will find a block
after her name.
mrs.C
pickering, ont canada - Saturday,
November 20, 1999 at 15:38:09 (EST)
I was in bed one night when i
looked up and saw a young woman in a hospital gown at first i thought i was
dreaming and put out my hand to touch the lady but all I felt was a feeling
like my hand had been stuck in a bucket of ice. the next day my mom told me
my aunt had died and before she died she said that she had really wanted to
see me.
jazz <lovleyness@hotmail.com>
toronto, ont canada - Saturday,
November 20, 1999 at 15:06:39 (EST)
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HEALTHY, WEALTHY, AND WISE.
HEAVEN <HEAVEN.COM>
CLOUDS, HV HEAVEN - Thursday,
November 11, 1999 at 07:23:36 (EST)
My husband (at the time boyfriend)
lives in an over 200 yr old farm house. The farmers now live a little ways
down the street, but this house was the original. It was built by the family,
owned and lived in by the family. They even burried some of the family out
in what is now the back yard. There are a whole lot of stories about the house,
and believe me, there is something definitely scary going on there most of
the time. An old gypsy woman who was born with the veil over her eyes and
had second sight died in one of the upstairs bedrooms. None of the animals
act right in that room and a few of the others. I have had many very real,
prophetic dreams involving the house and my best-friend, after an experience
we had with footsteps belonging to no one, absolutely refuses to go into the
house. And she hasn't in over three years, not even for one minute. But anyway,
to the story.
My husband and I were in his sitting
room and in it are two sofas facing each other with a marble table in the
middle. Now, I guess I should tell you that his mother is an antiques collector,
so both of these sofas were pretty old. I am very interested in the occult
and the such and there have been many times when I had spells work, dreams
and Tarot card readings come true, and Ouija boards go nuts on me, so I wasn't
really expecting anything to come of the two of us having a "mini-seance".
This kind of thing was nothing new to me. I've seen ghosts since I was little.
But I was really mistaken. We turned out the lights, lit some white and red
candles and after a while of concentrating and talking, an apparition started
to appear. It was that of a man. He sat in the sofa across from us, sorta
of lounging and smoking a cigarette. He didn't speak and looked very strong
and barrel chested. My husband didn't see him. But I swear, I saw him. I could
see the orange, not-quite-light of the tip of his smoke and I could almost
see him inhale and exhale. He wasn't scary or anything and to tell the truth
he felt like my grandfather even though I knew it wasn't him. But there were
flashes of light darting around the room once in a while, which could not
have been car head lights because of the room we were in.
So that was a little scary, but
the scariest thing of all was yet to happen. Now I said before about footsteps
and stuff. The house was always at least un-nerving, but you kind of got used
to it. I did, at least. Except for the basement. I didn't even like to go
down there in the daylight, you could just feel the presence of something
mean down there and it scared the crap out of me. Well, on the night I'm talking
about, the basement door started slamming back and forth and then footsteps
would run down to the basement and run back up and the door would slam open
and shut some more. There was no one else there that night and believe me,
I'd like to be able to say that it was the wind or one of the pets, but it
wasn't. I was so bad and scary that I wanted to go home, but stayed later
than I was supposed to at the time because I didn't want to leave my husband
there alone. Strange stuff is still happening there, but nothing like that
night. At least so far, but we're not really trying all that hard.
Krista
<na>
Baltimore, MD USA - Wednesday,
November 10, 1999 at 10:54:10 (EST)
This story is true.Though it involves
myself it happened when I was an infant so it was 'handed down' to me from
my mother. At that time our family rented a trailer about 2 miles south of
Laramie Wyoming.At this site my Grandfather had recovered quite a few artifacts
from an old fort that time had buried beneath the earth.There had been reports
of shadows of bearded men in 1800's garb passing through the living room window
and upon the wall when,obviously,noone was passing by outside. My particular
story is this...Appearantly I was a colicky baby and thus I often became fussy.This
was one of those times and of course my mom [probably stressed],came rushing
in to coddle her young child.Soon she had me giggleing and laughing and as
we played a sudden voice boomed in the room! HAW! HAW haw... It sounded almost
maniacal or perhaps mechanical and female.I can only imagine the feelings
mom experienced at this point,alone in a small room with two small children.
A few moments passed and she finally looked in the closet near the corner
of the room that this noise seemed to have been projected from,but she found
nothing abnormal.Beyond the wall there were no other rooms only the field
outside.My sister [the only other person in the domain],remained within eyeshot
in the living room quietly coloring the entire time of the incedent and to
this day,[30 yrs.later],denies that she might have made this noise. Perhaps
it was a Ghost.
Kyle Johnson <Silverblue4U@netscape.net>
Wheatridge, CO USA - Monday,
November 01, 1999 at 16:49:23 (EST)
Well this is a story that my husband
has told me over and over, his mother was on her way home from work( she love
in the middle of a state forest here in NJ) diving down one of the long un
named roads she looked to her left and saw the womanin white now this woman
in whiteis the woman who has been seen by a lot of people but only in the
early 1900's. You could she right thourgh her and she just slowed down the
car and let her pass, they looked at eachother in the passing and my mother
in law was so scared that she wanted to scream but nothing would come out.
I am not really sure what the story about her is but when my husband 1st told
me this story he took right to the spot where his mom saw her and I thought
that I saw her or a white light and goodness I have never been back there
again
T.Cathers <themoringsunrise@yahoo.com>
Palmyra, NJ USA - Sunday, October
31, 1999 at 14:29:24 (EST)
While riding in a car one night
in Beufort, SC, my friend and I saw what appeared to be a 1957 Chevy in front
of us with no lights on. We followed it for some time, until we passed by
a cemetary at a section of road that came to a "T". The "car" had stopped,
and we did not have time to stop before hitting it. We drove straight thru
it. At the time that we drove thru the "car", it got very cold. My baby, who
was in the back seat, awoke and started to cry. I didn't say anything for
a few minutes, because I thought my friend would think I was crazy. Then at
the same time we said "Did you see that?". I did not go that way ever again
at night.
Suzy <Suzyq317@aol.com>
ROCKY MOUNT, NC USA - Sunday,
October 31, 1999 at 11:18:56 (EST)
As you can see I'm Irish and we
as a race are well know for our gastly tales of spirits and ghosts.Well I
come from deep deep into the countryside,I'm living inbetween a forest,a long
narrow winding road and a well which has been there for hundreds of years.Now
the Irsh translation of where I live is St Michaels well,a place which you
used to be the gathering for many Pagan marraiges and rituals .Well,legend
goes for those who dare to speak it is ,in the year of 1799,on the evev of
Hallow,a young man was walking back alone,down the long winding road after
a night out dancing.He was passing the well when he heard the sound of crying.He
walked off the road and saw a young beautiful woman crouched beside the well
sobbing.Now when I say beautiful,she had long golden hair,the palest skin
and the deepest bluest eyes,she wore a long white dress,with a long white
shawl draped overt her shoulders.Kneeling down beside her he asked what was
wrong.She replid through her tears that she was after coming home from the
dance where she and her truelove used to meet,she and her truelove were supposed
to leave the country that night and be married in England,but her true love
never turned up and now she is alone with no one to marry and with no one
to love.The man was touched by her story and offered to help her in any way
he could.She looked up to him ,her deep blue eyes sparkling in the light of
the full moon,'dance with me 'she said.So the two of them danced and danced,when
suddnely the girls truelove came running towards her,he saw the two of them
dancing and furlrd with anger hecaught up a stone that was on the edge of
the well and hit htem both on the head,killing them both.Legend now has it
that they appear every one hundred years at the well.The ywo of them rise
up from the well and dance for the twelve strokes of midnight and then disapear,but
every now and then when you are passing by the well you hear the soubd of
someone crying and sound is to tell us that someone somewhere has just had
there heart broken.Yoy must excuse me now,as the year is 1999 and the clock
is begining to strike twelve I must go out and take a look at the two beautiful
dancers.
aoife <bonzi@ilo.ie>
cork, EIRE - Saturday, October
30, 1999 at 19:11:34 (EDT)
Imust of have been about 6 or
7 yrs. old when this happened it was said that in our neighborhood, years
back a neighbor behind my aunt's house had killed his wife. She vanished and
was never found. we'll guess where she's suppose to be buried? yes directly
behind my aunt's house. Well one evening I was looking for my aunt. Through
one side door I saw what was a woman in a gown, with long hair. I called out
to this woman thinking it was my aunt, but she never responded. So I went
to this door and this woman stood their, never turning to me. So I then came
around the other way, to face her. She was gone. I didnot sleep for two night's.
This has stayed with me all these years.
cathi <sashavictoriaericrod@gateway.net>
mission, texasI USA - Saturday,
October 30, 1999 at 00:53:17 (EDT)
Once a time me and a friend where
doing some witch craft and then we where hearing long finger nails scrating
on the back window a few minutes we heard taping we just stop doing everything
and turned off all the lights that is what happen on a scary night. Friday.oct.29.99
Layla.ruiz
Douglas., Az USA - Saturday,
October 30, 1999 at 00:46:59 (EDT)
I was trick or treating last year
when I was in the school parking lot a few friends. There was one car there
and we were going up to look in it. One of us went up to it, and they thought
that they heard and saw someone in the car. Then the car started up and it
was chasing us. We ran down the street till we thought we had lost it. Then
we were going to go back up the parking lot and just hang out. When we got
up there the car was there and no one was in the car, or in side of the car.
Ashley <buterfly_angel69@hotmail.com>
USA - Thursday, October 28,
1999 at 13:50:38 (EDT)
Whilst I was visiting my Uncle
& Aunt in Yorkshire, we decided to pop round to the local pub for a couple
of pints. On our return, I retired to my room for a well-needed night's sleep!
(Let me assure you...I was NOT under the influence of alcohol at this point!)
I began changing into my night clothes, when all of a sudden, the light bulb
unscrewed itself from the socket and flew across the room, (in a diagonal
line) onto the bed! I was a touch alarmed (obviously) but just put it down
to an electrical surge or something (although it had actually flown at an
angle and NOT straight down!). I called to my uncle to put the light back
in (he is far taller than my mere 5ft 3!) and when he came in, he proceeded
to calmly tell me that it was likely to have been the work of his resident
poltergeist!!!! (I didn't even know he had one!) Apparently it had a nasty
habit of throwing things around downstairs...in particular one picture of
a Spitfire which was hanging on the wall. I slept very well that night - NOT!
Mandy <mousegbr@netscape.net>
Worcester, Worcs UK (England)
- Thursday, October 28, 1999 at 10:04:00 (EDT)
i was in a lift (ELEVATOR) HAVING
JUST ENTERED, A VERY STRANGE MAN ASKED ME IN A SING SONG VOICE IF I WANTED
TO GO UP OR WAS I INTERESTED IN GOING ALL THE WAY DOWN. AS I WAS CLOSING THE
GATE( I TURNED MY BACK TO THIS DIRTY SPIRIT) I ANSWERED THERE IS NO DOWN ONLY
A GROUND FLOOR WHICH WE ARE ON I TURNED TO SEE ONLY EMPTY SPACE)
phil wunsch <philwunsch@ukonline.co.uk>
united kingdom - Tuesday, October
26, 1999 at 05:16:20 (EDT)
My mother told me this story,
One night just a couple of months after her brother died, the family dog (which
happened to be her brothers dog and both the brother and the dog loved each
other) was in the kitchen and all of a suddenly the hair stood up on it's
back and it started to wander very slowly down the hallway. Barking and walking
it eventually found it's way to her brothers closet and then it's hair went
down and it started to wag it's tail and it calmed down. Maybe not scary but
still interesting.
Mitchel
J. Mullin II <watchenman@hotmail.com>
Wilburton, OK USA - Tuesday,
October 26, 1999 at 02:24:38 (EDT)
Well, this incedent happened at
our cottage up in Muskoka (a vast forest region in Ontario). I was lying in
my bed one morning, just resting before I started my day. As I layed there,
I began to hear some distant humming, you know, like a person humming. The
tune was very peaceful and sweet, and continued for some time. I was quite
intrigued, because my mother, who I believed to be in the other room, was
not the kind of person to hum spontaneously. So, I rose from my bed and went
around the corner to my mother's room to ask why she was humming. When I entered
the room, I was confused and startled to find that there was no one in the
room. When I entered, the humming had stopped. I then understood that my mother
was downstairs, not in her room. I went and asked her if she had been humming.
She answered no. I asked If their had been people humming on the radio. She
said no, because this was talk radio, and there had been no music. I know
I did not imagine the humming, and I know I wasn't dreaming, because I was
fully awake, admiring a painting on the wall as I layed in bed. I can only
explain this incident as a ghost.
E. Walkerley
Toronto, Ontario Canada - Monday,
October 25, 1999 at 13:36:33 (EDT)
It starts in the 70's, when our
house was built. A young man, his wife, and their 6 year old son lived here...
supposedly with no problems at all in their marriage, no one took the signs
serious. The man's wife decided one day that she didn't want to be with a
man that drank too much and never talked to her. So she packed her things
and her sons, and left. When the man came home, he found that she had left
and taken every thing she'd had with her.. including their son. So he goes
to the back room, which in present day is MY room, got a gun and loaded it.
he knew where she had went, she'd gone there before. Her mother's house, just
down the road from the house that used to theirs. He went up to the door and
knocked.. her mother answered the door and let him in, thinking he was there
to talk things out. When he got past the threshhold, he opened fire, killing
his wife, their son and wounding his mother-in-law. Now, aware of what he
had done, he ran out of the house, got into his car and drove back to his
house... he went back to the back room, and shot himself. PRESENT DAY: last
night, i was in my room lying on my bed getting ready to fall asleep.. when
D.C. <-- that's what i call him.. started telling me he was sorry, that
he stayed out so late....
Kaeli Jennings <Dai-Angel@excite.com>
Scottsburg, in USA - Monday,
October 25, 1999 at 00:44:50 (EDT)
hey in rutherford North Carolina
several years ago something happened or as so told to happen.One day before
my Parnets were born and my grandparnets may have been born or not born yet
but any way on with the story. Where domanio's stands today. there use to
be an old jail house. and one day a little black girl was murdered. the little
girl was beaten to death or so they say she was out in the feild picking flowers
and was killed.A few days later they found a shirt that belonged to Daniel
Keith On His Back Porch and when they questioned him he said that he had been
out hunting the day she was killed and daniel Keith was a fairly big man.
When they took him to court he was found guilty and tooken into custdy and
he was setenced to death-hanging. On the way to the hanging tree he told the
cop that if he was innonce he would come back to hunt who didn't believe him.
A few days after he was killed his shadow apppeared on the jail wall and they
painted over it but you could still see it and as many times as they painted
over it, it was still there.they tore down the old jail and turned it in to
many different things and they all were shut down cause of the shadow. One
place a restruant every day as te people closed that night on of the waitress
would always have to take out the trashand the waitress would almost always
see that shadow which caused a lot of people to quit. Every nigh the waitresses
would clean up then leave it would look nice and clean and then every morning
there would be a table sit for one in the far corner. one night the manager
closed the place and made sure every table was sit and cleaned and all the
windows and doors were locked and left and he came back later and everything
had been moved soon after all that happened it closed down and turned into
daminos. and nothig ever happened there and it still stands today as i speak.
And sometimes people say you can still see his shadow on certain nights.thanks
for your time
Julia <dcjb@bellsouth.net>
rutherford, nc USA - Sunday,
October 24, 1999 at 14:41:12 (EDT)
MY APARTMENT IS HAUNTED! I moved
into this apartment August of 1997. It is part of an old building and in exchange
for free rent, I clean some and monitor the building on weekends. Sounded
like a pretty good deal. This apartment has a long hall that runs the length
of the apartment on the north side that starts at the front door. If you turn
right after coming in, you enter the livingroom which is connected to the
kitchen, then there is a bedroom the bathroom and then another bedroom. My
bedroom is in the very back of the apartment. I did not notice any thing wierd
about this place until I went to bed. I put my bed on the west wall. Every
night when I would go to bed, I would lay there in the dark and after a few
minutes my bed would move. It felt as if someone was bumping into my bed.
It would even cause my headboard to "thunk" against the wall. I would immediately
sit up, but never saw anything. I would try to reason it away as imagination
or a truck maybe going by, whatever.
Then after a week or two of this,
I noticed that SOMEONE OR SOMETHING WAS SITTING DOWN AT THE BOTTOM OF MY FEET!!!
I immediately sat up and screamed, "GET OFF MY BED, NOW!!!!" I would feel
the "pressure" come off the bed, but still did not see anything. I did see
the dent in my bed and then saw it go back to normal. Of course, this would
scare the hell out of me and I would go to the livingroom and have a cup of
tea to calm down. Sometimes I would sleep on the couch so that I could get
some sleep. I also started noticing some strange noises that I couldn't explain
away. They would always take place in the hallway that runs the length of
my apartment. The noises sounded like many voices as well as walking and sometimes
a thumping sound. I never could make out what was being said and it wasn't
very loud. It was very scary. I only noticed this at night, but I am not in
my apartment much during the day anyway. I finally decided to try and figure
out what was going on. I went and bought a voice activated tape recorder and
set it up in the hall one night before I went to bed. I tried to eliminate
any outside sources from contaminating the tape and then went to bed. The
next morning, I went and got the recorder and rewound the tape, ( there was
quite a bit of tape that had been used). I played the tape back and heard
myself a couple of times and then I heard other noises too! I heard heavy
footsteps, a man clearing his voice and then inaudible conversation going
on. It sounded like a least three voices, but it was very hard to tell for
sure. I also heard later on in the tape a "thumping" sound which I have no
way of identifying. There was also the sound of laughing at another point
in the tape. I also heard glass breaking. I forgot to mention that on the
other side of my apartment is empty storage space that will eventually be
renovated, but for now is closed off.
No one is allowed into this area
and I am one of three that has a key to it. I took my tape to someone who
gives readings and has some knowledge of ghost things. She listened to the
tape and to my stories. She agreed that it did sound like someone was there
and more than one person was haunting. She also told me to move my bed because
I might be in the way of someone walking. She also gave me some advise to
make it more peaceful. I did these things and moved my bed. It definitely
helped and no one sits on or bumps my bed anymore. I still hear some voices
in the hallway, but I don't feel threatened or like someone will hurt me.
I have learned to live with these things. I plan to someday have a "psychic"
over and maybe we will try to help free the ghosts. For now, they can stay
as long as they're good.
daydee
wy USA - Friday, October 22,
1999 at 13:27:27 (EDT)
Well I might have two stories
to tell. My first one is when I was at my friend Jenny's camping/birthday
party. We were in our teens and we heard about the ouij board so we all took
turns (two at a time) in the tent. My cousin Desiree and I did it and my great
Uncle Bun who passed away a couple of months earlier was communicating to
me. I wanted to check and see if he knew who I was and if he remembered his
wife's name he spelled mine and my great Aunt Millie's name out okay but not
spelt right. My cousin Desiree is from my mom's side and my great uncle and
aunt are on my dad's so she doesn't know their names. Later the next day when
I got home I mentioned my experience with the ouij and my mom said "No wonder
it wasn't spelled right, your Uncle Bun couldn't read or write.". To this
day I believe in the power of ouij.
The other story is about my Aunt
Tammy who passed away my senior year ('95) at my parents house from a heart
attack. After the ambulence arrived I was scared and crying still especially
when all I could see was her boots at the end of the coffee table and couch,
on the floor. The following day and I was home alone most of the day and heard
voices and car doors opening and the engine starting. The only car in the
driveway was my aunts. I saw the car door close and more voices. I didn't
want to sit on the couch for the longest time. I told my parents I wanted
out of here because I couldn't except what I heard and saw. I moved out. I
realize now that she is our guardian angel now and she will always be my favorite
aunt on my dad's side. I am not scared of the stuff I heard and saw anymore.
I feel like she was showing me that she is here and will protect me and the
rest of the family that has loved her.
Lori Gohde <GodessXena@webtv.net>
Rice Lake, WI USA - Friday,
October 22, 1999 at 03:13:15 (EDT)
My husband died 20 years ago in
a tragic accident. He was 29 and I was 25 years old at the time. The accident
took place in July of the year. Nothing unusual happened for several months.
On my birthday in January, six months later I awakened in the morning to find
I had company. My husband dressed in the clothes he was killed in was in my
bedroom. He was solid as you and I. I rubbed my eyes, pinched myself and even
yelled out thinking this would surely wake me up from this dream. This was
no dream. He was clear and he was speaking to me telepathically. He was telling
me he really was dead. He was okay and I should quit grieving so for him.
He wanted me to get on with my life. Patrick was his name and he was the first
ghost I have seen. Since then I have seened several others.
Dinah
<darnette@aol.com>
Tampa, fl USA - Thursday, October
21, 1999 at 16:58:18 (EDT)
There once was a girl, her name
unknown, she lived with her grandparents in a small house near Sheperdstown,
WV. One day the girl died of a common disease known in that period of time.
Her grandparents couldn't afford a real burial service for her, so her grandfather
buried her himself. The next morning when they awoke they found half moons
in everything they owned,[clothes,shutters, dishes,etc.], they figured it
was a prank, burrowed money from relatives to replace the items. The second
day it happened again,so once more they replaced the items. The next day it
happened once more. This time they didn't replace the items, because they
then knew it was their grandaughter. So they knew she didn,t rest in piece.
They then had a real funeral priest, and all with the remains of the money
borrowed. Right then the day turned to night in a split second and a half
moon appeared, right then they new she was finally rested in peace.
Kimberly Streets
Martinsburg, WV USA - Thursday,
October 21, 1999 at 16:02:05 (EDT)
Did you realize that the word
books has the word "boo" in it? That was just a little halloween thought to
ponder. A co-worker of mine was also a dear friend and very well read. We
were all deeply saddened when she died from cancer at a young age, and felt
that her spirit was struggling to stay with us. I was given her large dictionary
and a few other desk-type items. Shortly after her memorial service, a lamp
we had in our library turned itself on. (It was one of the types that lights
when the base is touched). But no one was in the room. A few minutes later,
it would go off, and then one again. I had a strange feeling that Sarah was
signalling us that she was OK and would be with us. Linda
Linda
<bookseller@catsmeowbooks,com>
Charlotte Harbor, FL USA - Wednesday,
October 20, 1999 at 20:25:11 (EDT)
This story isn't really scarey,
the ghost was very nice to me. When I was younger my family lived in this
really old house and I am completely convinced to this day that it is haunted.
I would always hear someone walking around in our attic when I was in my room,
even though our attic didn't have a floor that was sturdy enough to support
a person's weight for most of the time that we lived there. I would also hear
a rocking chair and sometimes someone singing a lullaby. I would hear the
singing when I was having trouble falling asleep. The ghost would also bring
me my homework when I forgot it. One time I searched all through my folders
and notebooks and I couldn't find it and then I felt this calmness come over
me (which is good because I was stressed out, it was important homework) and
I opened my folder again and the homework was right there on the top and I
swear it wasn't there before. I never did see the ghost clearly, but one time
I saw it in my room as I was coming down the hall, but by the time I got there
it was gone. Anyway, I guess this goes to show that not all ghosts are evil.
Annette
Salem, MA USA - Wednesday, October
20, 1999 at 18:29:50 (EDT)
This is not about me. I swear
this is ture. My parents are people who never lie and they told me this. When
my dad was little he had 1 sister and 3 brothers. Now he only has 1 sister
and 1 brother. One brother (lets call him Mike) died in a house fire when
dad was about 7 years old. My dad's other brother died in the army. His name
was (lets say Joe) and he steped on a landmine. My dad and Joe were very close.
They slept in the same room their whole life. When Joe died my dad was only
in his 20's (I think) and my dad could not sleep in his room anymore because
he kept having dreams about seeing Joe looking out his window in the middle
of the night. My dad moved into a different room and no one used that room
except for a storage room untill my grand parents moved out and my dad moved
in with my mom. ON their honeymoon they paid a hired worker to watch the house.
Joe and my dad's old room was still a storage room but they made in into a
cozy room with a bed and everything. Well they fixed up this room for the
hired worker to sleep in while they were gone. When my parents came back 3
weeks later they came home to the hired worker sleeping on the couch in our
livingroom. My dad and mom were kind of upset. They spent a long time making
this room presentable for this man to sleep in and here he dared to sleep
on the couth. The hired man explained "I woke up in the middle of the night
my first night sleeping in that room to a younge man looking out the window.
I was really scared and I ran out of the room and I didn't go up their sence."
My dad asked him to explain what this man looked like and the hired worker
explained Joe to the T. My parents didn't have a single picture of Louie in
the house so their was no way the hired worker could of known about him. YEars
later my parents had my older sister. They never could use that room because
it never felt right. IT wasn't hot or cold it was "chilled" it was strange.
A year later my parents had my brother. ONe day my mom was up at the store
and my dad was sitting down stairs in our livingroom rocking my brother in
his chair. Suddenly a warm wind seemed to surroud him and my dad looked behind
him and he saw his brother, Joe, sitting on our stairs. Joe was smileing and
then fadded away. My dad sat their for a little bit then ran up stairs into
his old room. The room felt perfectly fine. It felt normal. They just told
me last year (I'm 15) about his storie. And guess who's room was my dad's
old room. Of course mine. I thought I couldn't ever sleep in there again,
but when I walked up into my room it felt like home.
Tessa <colaz@rocketmail.com>
Monona, IA USA - Tuesday, October
19, 1999 at 23:00:56 (EDT)
Helloo all! I was just reading
some of the recent stories on a new device I've been working on here, and
I must say, I am impressed. Keep up the good work. If you see Morton, tell
him I have a present for him when I return. Cheers, Professor Crumpton
Professor
Crumpton <pc@castlearcana.com>
on the road, far far away -
Tuesday, October 19, 1999 at 22:46:47 (EDT)
there's alot of spooky things
that have happened in my house. it all started when i first moved in this
house with my family and i was talking to a friend on the phone, and all of
a sudden, the lamp turned on by itself! and it's one of those chain pulling
ones so it freaked me out even worse. then i was joking around with a friend
and we had one of those toy flashing things and in one of the flashes, i saw
alittle girl peering in the corner at us. i thought it was my imagination
and kept on messing around with the flashy thingy. then in another flash,
my friend jumped and i asked her what was the matter. and she said that she
saw alittle girl over in the corner. other things have happened but there's
just so many, i can't tell them all. but one freaky thing is there's a window
outside of my house. but one you go inside, there's nothing but a wall where
the window should be. the people who lived in my house before us must have
walled over the window. but why???
stephanie <poofychic@mailcity.com>
USA - Tuesday, October 19, 1999
at 20:56:40 (EDT)
One time when i was 20 my parents
took me to this place called the Mission, in San Antonio,Texas. The story
is that if u go past the railroad tracks and go to a tree and turn back. You
then turn you're car off and put it on nutral with the car off the children
will push you across the tracks.We put baby powder on the top of the car and
on top of the trunk of the car. So we went there and turned off the radio
and the car. And sure enough they pushed it across the tracks and we then
got off the car and checked the back and it had little hand prints. I think
what scared me was that i could hear the children talking and laughing while
they pushed the car. This is a true story. From D'Hanis, Texas jean_56@hotmail.com
Norma
Jean Rodriguez <jean_56@hotmail.com>
D'Hanis, tx USA - Tuesday, October
19, 1999 at 19:46:47 (EDT)
when i was a small child my parents
bought a trailer house and placed it next to our house so my older sister
and brother would have a place to stay during summer break from college. My
little sister and I often heard the heavy glass door open and close and would
run to see if my older siblings had returned from visiting or working. We
often found no one would be there. We would ask our mother if she had heard
the sound of the door and she always say no.
My older sister left early for
school that year and I got to live in the trailer with my own room. The first
night I tried to sleep in the trailer I heard the heavy glass door open. I
got up to see nothing, not even the door open. I went back to bed but not
to sleep. A short time later I heard the heavy glass door open again and this
time footsteps coming inside the trailer and down the hall and stopping outside
my door. I called my brother's name out but no one replyed. I just hid under
my covers shivering for what seemed a lifetime. Later I got brave enough and
went to see if my brother was home, only to find his empty room. I went to
asked my mother who was still up if she had been over, her answer was no.
I did not stay the in the trailer any more.
Years later as an adult I asked
my mother if she had hear the glass door open when we were small, she told
me yes, but she wasnt about to scare her two young girls. This is a true story,
later my parents removed the trailer and we never had another "Night Visitor".
Juanita <buggsygirl>
NA, az USA - Tuesday, October
19, 1999 at 19:41:38 (EDT)
My son was 2 years old. He still
would wake up during the night for a bottle, but I would only give him water.
One night I got up and went to the bathroom to refill the bottle. I couldn't
get the door open! My husband was in bed asleep. My brother was still asleep
on the couch. I woke my husband because I had that terrified feeling that
something was wrong. He reassured me by mumbling, "Go to the kitchen..." I
did and went back to bed. The next morning when my husband got up to get ready
for work, lo and behold, the bathroom door wouldn't open. He tried peeking
through the keyhole but something blocked the way. We ended up by having to
remove the bathroom window. My brother crawled through and discovered a key
in door. (We had no key to the bathroom.) However the key did NOT unlock the
door. We had to take it off the hinges to open it. We removed the lock mechanism.
It turned out that the key belonged to the front door. I kept it hung up above
the inside of the front door so no one could reach it without great difficulty.
The bathroom door had opened perfectly before we all went to bed.
Melva <mimmylynn@home.com>
Lp, Mi USA - Tuesday, October
19, 1999 at 15:37:20 (EDT)
i am satan and evey body that
visets this site will die in the year 2000 sept for me because i am already
dead.
satan
<satan.com>
hell, hell hell - Monday, October
18, 1999 at 13:06:35 (EDT)
This story may not sound scarey
to some, but it terrified me at the time. When I was 12 years old my cousin
(8 years old) stayed the night with me and my 11 year old sister. My cousin
(at the time) was scared of storms. It started storming around 9:00p.m. that
night, so me and my sister both slept in my bed with my cousin so she wouldn't
be scared. I couldn't sleep that night because I was crowded in my small bed
with 2 other people in it. Around 3:00 in the morning I felt like somebody
was watching me, so during a bright flash of lightning I looked down at the
foot of my bed and there was an old woman that I have never seen before standing
there, she was wearing an old fashion dress, and she had her hair pulled up
tight behind her hair (as if it were in a bun). I didn't sleep for the rest
of the night. I didn't tell anybody at first because I didn't think they would
belive me, but about 2:00 weeks later, my 14 year old sister said that she
had a weird dream the night before about an old woman wearing a really old
dress with her hair up in a bun.
Stacey <Metallica6618@yahoo.com>
ks USA - Monday, October 18, 1999
at 02:59:12 (EDT)
Well IT is not verry spooky ..
I had just gone to sleep when I heard my name called so I woke up then I heard
it once more and then I followed it to the window . Where I saw 2 sets of
eys . One pair was red the other was yellow I was so scared I couldnt move
. so I stayed there untill I could not tak it any more so I taped my mom on
the sholder wial keeping my eys on the eys . but when she got up they just
where gone . I was about 3 years old ..I dont remember any thing els for that
far back but that night . And that is no lie ..
Savannah Mac <Mac
@theI-net.com >
Dinero , TX USA - Sunday, October
17, 1999 at 22:12:30 (EDT)
It happen to my friend.Well her
family moved to a little house a didn't know it was haunted,or I think someone
died there or something of that sort.So on the first night they moved in they
heard this fiddle in there bathroomand the light was on.She went to her parents
room to see if they heard the noise too,they did!They were all scared but
her Dad went and open the bathroom door and nothing was there and the light
was turned off,but he did find animal hair and the bathroom kinda smelled
funny that happened 10 times that night,and the next day they moved out!
Sarah Smith
OH USA - Sunday, October 17,
1999 at 21:20:36 (EDT)
I'm 22yrs old now, and this happened
when I was between the ages of 16 and 18. I live in a house that was only
built in the 1980's, so it's not that old. An elderly man died in the house
before my family and I moved in. We always had a feeling that he was still
lingering around, but we didn't acknowledge it. Well, this story does not
involve him, but another entity that happened to be around.
Everything that happened in that
house centered around me and my bedroom. My sister had just moved out of the
house and before that we had always shared a room together. Finally having
a room of my own was a little scary. I hate being alone, especially since
I have a very overactive imagination. Well, I was dating this guy at the time,
he was 21 and I was 17. I had always been able to feel this presence in my
room, but I just ignored it. When it started to annoy me, I would turn my
back on it and ignore it. "He" would move things on my dresser, take things
and move them to different areas of my room, and he had a habit of pulling
on my toes and shaking my bed. I didn't feel any fear but I didn't get angry
and annoyed with him. One day my best-friend came over with a Ouija board
and we made the worst mistake of our lives. We contacted this entity and started
to converse with it. We found his name was Jack, and he seemed to have this
little crush on me. He told me that he didn't like the guy I was with and
that he wanted me for himself. Being an immature teenager, I told him it wouldn't
work out due to the fact that he was dead and I was alive. He then proceeded
to tell me that he was going to kill me in order for us to be together. That
got me very upset. I told him that if he was to kill me I would be one very
pissed off ghost. I also told him that when I was ready to die I would tell
him, and for him not to try in the mean time. I know what you're thinking...
I was very stupid to be this uppity to a spirit, but I was young, scared and
angry.
Well, things started progressing
after that. Objects were being knocked off my dressers and shelves. Clothes
were ripped off my hangers and thrown on the floor. One incident that involved
my pet mouse, when Jack decided to pull the lid off the cage and stuck it
inside the cage, caused my mouse to die the very next morning.
The final major encounter happened
at night about 6 months after the Ouija board incident. To this day I dont'
know if it was Jack or some evil demon sent to get me. I had just fallen asleep
when I was suddenly wakened by the feel of my head hitting the wall. When
I opened my eyes, I noticed that I was in a sort of sitting position up against
my headboard and I was being thrown into the wall. In front of me about a
foot from my face was an orb that was blackest black I have ever seen. I could
just smell and feel the evil aura this "thing" projected. I immediately started
praying the Lord's Prayer over and over until the orb disappeared. It was
strange how that had happened. The moment the prayer started to come from
my lips, the assault stopped and the orb started backing further and further
away, then it started to get smaller until it was all gone. After the attack
I ran out of my room and into the family room where my mom was watching TV.
yes, it's about 11:00pm at night and my mom is watching her TV, but on to
the point. My mom hadn't heard anything that was going in my room which was
right next to her. I went back to sleep that night with no more disruptions.
The next and final incident happened
while I was at work and my parents were home with my sister who was visiting.
They heard something knocking on my bedroom door, and thinking that it was
one of our animals my dad went to open. When he looked inside he saw that
my room was empty. Slighty confuse, he went back to the family room. My door
started knocking again, and my dad being his usual curious self went to go
and investigate. he thought this time that there was an air pressure in my
room that was causing the door to rattle which would make the knocking noise.
when he opened the door, he went inside and looked around. My air vents were
closed so it wasn't the AC, and my windows were closed so it wasn't the wind.
He was very curious at this point so he exited my room, closed the door and
stood outside my door and waited. when my door started knocking again, he
opened it and said outloud "Whoever wants out of this room can leave now because
I'm not going to open this door again." He waited a second or two then he
closed the door and it didn't knock again.
Now my questions are, was it Jack
or something else that was in my room that night? Also, was it Jack that left
my room that day when my dad opened the door? Why did he leave? I guess I'll
never know, and maybe I really don't want to know.
Jen <jenslug@excite.com>
Daytona Beach, FL USA - Sunday,
October 17, 1999 at 15:45:28 (EDT)
Well nobody actually belives my
REAL ghost story that I'm about to tell you but I SWEAR it's true.It happened
when I was 6 and we moved into this house and during our 1 and a half year
stay my grandmother died.When I heard this I was so upset I cried all night
long,until about 11:00 or 12:00 I felt a strange,but calm/nice sensation over
me,I felt I wasn't alone.I don't know what but something made me turn my head
to the left and there was my grandmalying beside me!I couldn't believe my
eyes! I decided to look at the ceiling and there were(I know this sounds stupid)eyes
staring at me!I was so scared. But during the rest of our stay there my grandma
tried to help out(well...sorta) Anyway the day or week after what happened
to me my dad was talking to my stepmom and said "I know my mother visited
Breanne but I wish she could give us some physical evidence that she was here"The
next day one of my stepmom's clay teapots that was on the top shelf of our
china thingy was sitting on the table when at that time my brother and I couldn't
reach the top they questioned eachother if they had taken it down neither
of them didn't,at that time my dad remembered what he had said the day before.
I swear this is true!!More stuff happened to my dad and the family but I can't
tell you it all but if you e-mail me I proboably will -B.C.
Breanne <bresam@home.com>
Kitchener, Canada - Saturday,
October 16, 1999 at 22:13:02 (EDT)
Onetime my friend and I went to
the graveyard on Halloween.In school we learned about a tale that if u go
to the graveyard and the roses at the grave of the beheaded outlaw at 12:00.WE
went and heard screaming of a 30 year old man.then a silloete behind the grave.We
were so scared that we ran home sriling our candy everywhere.
Daniel O'Neill <tinsterx4@yahoo.com>
Litchfield, CT USA - Friday,
October 15, 1999 at 21:35:42 (EDT)
My story is a sad, but touching
one. I was 19, married and had a baby boy named Michael. I loved him with
all of my heart. Every morning my husband would go to P.T. in the Army, and
every morning Michael, at 9 months old, would pull the curtain aside and greet
him as he was pulling in the drive. He would also throw his bottle across
the floor to wake me up. It was just a ritual, every morning, the same thing.
Well, in July, he died of spinal
menengitis, at 10 months old. He was in the hospital for about 3 days and
died there. I was heartbroken and my world, at such a young age, I thought
was over. I didn't know what to do and I got really depressed and tried everything
to just stop breathing.. It didn't work.
The day after he died, I was woken
up by the sound of his bottle hitting the floor. I ran to his bedroom and
of course he was not there, but I could feel his presence there with me, letting
me know it would be ok.
RdNkGrl501 <RdNkin501@aol.com>
Missoula, MT USA - Friday, October
15, 1999 at 16:48:29 (EDT)
This haunting happened to my coworker,
who I will call Claire, many years ago. ItÌs important to know that
Claire was a practical-minded young woman, not given to illusions and certainly
not a believer in ghosts. When friends asked her to housesit for them in their
big old house in rural Maryland, she had no qualms. It was early October.
She took a tour of the house, met the pets, and received her instructions.
All seemed simple enough until just before setting out, the owners passed
along one last bit of information. It seems that some visitors found the house
unsettling, and there had been strange noises and flickering lights. Undaunted,
Claire assured them that she would be fine.
The first night passed without
incident, but on the second night, as she was leaving the kitchen she heard
a loud bang from an adjoining room. Turning to look, she saw across the passage
way a shadowy figure in what looked like 18th century garb, standing beside
a book that the creature had obviously just hurled to the ground. After that
moment, she had no peace. The ghost (for she had no doubt now that this was
no living presence) moved furniture, banged on the walls and floors, and exuded
a powerful aura of ill-will. Each day, as the week went on, Claire would tell
me about the latest occurrences but still she stayed.
On Friday morning, Claire was
at work already when I arrived at 8:15 AM. That seemed a little unusual and
soon I knew why. Claire told me that on that morning she had awoken to an
overwhelming sense of dread. She rushed her morning routine, and was in the
process of hurriedly finishing her hair when she felt the house begin to hum.
The humming was part sound, part vibration, and it grew louder and more malevolent
with each passing minute. She felt sure that something horrible would happen
to her if she stayed. In her terrified mind, she could feel the ghostÌs
hatred surrounding her, threatening dire consequences for her continued presence.
Moments later, Claire was in her car flying down the road toward Baltimore,
feeling as if the hounds of hell were at her heels. She never want back to
the house, and has not, as far as I know, seen another ghost.
Augustine
H. <haunted@ghostlyimpressions.com>
Nethersmere, Crumpton Elsewhere
- Friday, October 15, 1999 at 11:17:21 (EDT)
You ever hear the stairs creak
at night? Well that's me Boo! I will haunt you until you go to your own grave
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hahahahaaaaaa!
boo
<none>
halloween town, another demension
- Thursday, October 14, 1999 at 19:46:15 (EDT)
OK, I don't know what this was,
but I do know that it happened. My father died when I was almost 4 years old.
It was not that long after he had died, (month, maybe a year) I was sitting
in the livingroom and was watching some silly kids show. I heard him call
me from the end of the hall. I stood up and looked down the hall. He said,
my name and I said Yes? He said can you see me? I said no. He said how about
now? I said no. (I remember looking at the hall and trying so hard to see
him) He said well, I love you and I have to go. I said ok. He said, you still
can not see me? I said no. He said ok, well I love you. and I told him I loved
him. and that was it... I went and finished watching my show. I have no idea
if that was a "siting" or what, but I have had other odd things happen sense.
Once around Christmas when I was 16 I was really missing him and thinking
about him often. I woke up and noticed a big box that was wrapped sitting
in my doorway. I just kind of smiled (my mom always did things like that)
I almost got up and opened it, but decided against it because I thought mom
would like to be there. So I went back to sleep. Well Christmas morning when
I woke up, the gift was gone. I just thought she had decided to put it out
with the others. So, we open all of the gifts and I asked where the gift was.
She laughed and said "that was not enough presents?" we laughed and I explained
to her about the one I saw that night. We both at the same time KNEW who the
gift was from. We truely think that my Dad just kind of wanted me to know
he is still around. Well, that is my stories....
Danna <Dannasi@yahoo.com>
fl USA - Thursday, October 14,
1999 at 13:57:15 (EDT)
My friends and I were over at
coo-laid's house and we were playing this game called six pencils. Well we
started playing and we asked the ghost if it was evil it said yes and so we
asked if it was Going to haunt one of us and it said yes it then said with
out the pencils I'm going to haunt you Cassy. Well I got scared and then Coo-laid
asked if My best friends boyfriend was going to die cuz he was inthe hospital.
then the next day he died.
Cassy <Dangelbrat@aol.com>
T.A.F.B, Ca USA - Wednesday,
October 13, 1999 at 19:14:17 (EDT)
Well when i was about 8 after
my mother had died i felt all alone...then a few weeks after her death a man
who said he knew my mother very well...he was very nice looking And his figure
was way to neat and perfect to be human...anyway he said he was there by herside
when she had died and he was very close to her BUT i think my own mother would
have told me about him. he gave me his number to talk if i ever was feeling
alone again and to talk about my mother...so a few days after that i had called
him and a women picked up the phone i asked is greig there and she said Greg
isn't here...he has been gone for a year... i asked well he cmae to me yesterday
he must be back in town....and she said No greg died a year ago... thanx for
reading this please tell
Elizabeth Bass <jlb_is_da_music_of_my_heart@yahoo.com>
portland, or USA - Tuesday,
October 12, 1999 at 22:02:35 (EDT)
Before we lived in my childhood
home, a camily lived there which has a little girl-period of events late 30's
or early 40's. Little girl was up in the long attic of this 'railroad' style
house, and she was playing with sparklers while wearing a fluffy chiffon party
dress. IT CAUGHT FIRE. She panicked and ran the length of the house to the
stairs, fanning the flames. She was taken to the local hospital, where she
died of her burns. Years later, my folks purchase the house from the mother,
now an rather old widow. This is in the EARLY 50's, as I was born in Nov 17,1953,
and this was prehaps 1951. She told them the story of the family and the home.
She did NOT tell them it came with a spook. Father never felt or say ANYTHING.
he was as sensitive as a stone on all such matters. Mother was long experienced
at having odd experiences, and was scoffed by dad as a loonie of some sort.
Both my brother and I tend after mom in this regard, that we 'feel' things
in certian areas or circumstances. Mother is even stronger. We did not know
of these details of the house until years after our experiences, and tended
to hide and be embarrissed about our impressions, being told by DAD they were
silly emotional nonsense and immature hysterics. As he is now deceased I hope
for his sake there is more to the notion of surviving death than that. Neither
Joe (brother) nor I felt comfortable in the home when alone, esp. if in the
attic or basement. We always felt like there was someone there, a odd presence
which was not happy, and which gfelt decidedly strange. We both felt VERY
uncomfortable in the house, and the worst of it was in the atic. We have found
toys in the attic moved, or missing and turn up later. MOM however later on
in life told us of other experiences, far more direct. She had also felt presence
in the attic, and occasionally heard the distant sound of children or A child?)
playing. At least once something STROKED HER HAND when there was nothing there-
no bugs, cobwebs, clothes, or people. Spooked her indeed! Another time she
heard a child crying, saying "no, no, I don't want to go, no, no...". No one
in attic, house, or our yard- or ajacent yards. One fine morning in the front
room (directly below, I noted years later, where she was horribly burned)
I (age 9? 10?) came out and saw something lying on the living room floor.
I flashed ona person lying there, horribly burned, and wigged out and hid
IN the sofa, sobbing, scared blue. Father came out and dragged me out of it
and FORCED me to view the terrible- clothes thrown on the floor late last
night. NOTE that at this time I knew nothing of the home's history, or belived
this to be real. In fact, until years later I belived all and any paranormal
impression to be evidence of illness, and everyone knew you HAD to be ashamed
of being nuts, even a little bit, so one simply did not discuss such matters.
Nothing more was said until years later. In 1968 we sold the house and moved
north (from Laurence harbor NJ to Lake Hopatcong NJ, closer to dad's work).
She went up to the attic and said goodby, but there was no reply. We most
certainly said NOTHING about the house or anything unusual happening in it.
They were totally ignorant. Fast forward to 1974. We are about to move to
St Petersburg (a suburb caLLED SEMINOLE), and are visiting our friends, the
next door neibhors, the Clebacks. Great back yard party, the people who bought
our house came over, BBQ, much fun. While mother is having a drink, the lady
asks her 'did you ever notice anything unusual about the attic?' Mom puts
the highball into low Earth orbit (most of it already being inside the pipe
and on it's way) and after much coughing and gasping, askes EVER so innocently,
(in FULL British accent)'Why whatever do you mean?" (maybe we're not drinning
in a dry hole here gang?) It gets spookier. The lady says, "Well, john here
(not true name) never noticed anything, but the boys feel uncomfortable up
there, and we have found things moved, and I thought I heard a child crying,
and something up there touched me." Mother at this point comes ever so delicately
and properly unglued, and tells the story. At this time, I learned many thing
I had not known previously. By all I adore, I sollomly swear and affirm that
all this is true to the best of my knowledge and belief. -Kirk D Bailey
Kirk
Bailey <idiot1@netzero.net>
St Pete , FL USA - Tuesday,
October 12, 1999 at 21:41:26 (EDT)
When I was in second grade my
family moved into this on house.It was very scary looking,It had a huge yard
a circle window onthe top of the house like there was an attic up there or
somthing.About a year after we moved into the house my aunt and her children
moved in with us her son move into the room next to my room and at night about
2:30am, I would here sombody knocking on my door and saying" Alison come here"
and Would always igonor it. In the morning I would go to my cousent Kenny
"what did you want last night?" Then he would say "What did I want ?" "What
did you want?" He would tell me that he heard me knocking ans saying "kenny
come here" That went on untill they moved out and took all there stuff with
them and every thing stoped untill my mom got pregnant and my aunt gave her
a rocking chair. Then it all started again my mom would here somthing in her
walkin closet like russling papers and the back door would always open on
its own and my mom would close it and lock it and she would go back in a hour
or so and it would be open again. Then my grandma who can see and talk to
spirits and papa steve came down from wisconson and she could tell that we
had a spirit in our house she saw it when she was looking in the mirro but
did'nt tell us untill my brother was born and he took my old room with the
rocking chair in ti and I took my cousents room. When He was 2 years old he
would wake up in the night and start to cry and scream He would say "the farmer
man said he is going to take my animals to live on his farm than he gose in
my closet.I would talk to him about it he said that the man had overalls on
and was kinda blue ans you could see though him. My mom told my grandma and
my grandma told my mom what she felt and what she saw.As we got older things
got worst my grandma found out the spirits name it was oscer he had lived
at my house and was a farm househe did very tragically and he took a liking
to a piece of furniter and that he lives in my brothers room and that we had
he said he like my father because he a hard worker like him. He also said
he did'nt like me because I was too hyper and he was ok with my mom and brother.
When we found that out we moved my brother out of that room and turned it
to a storage room we put a cross on the door and hardly never went in there
it was called "Oscer's room"As the years went on he got meaner to me he would
though stuff at me when I was sleeping or when I was watching t.v. he would
turn the channel or turn it off.Finally we started to build a new house and
in 9 th grade we moved to a new house and broght all our furnater not thinking
about what peice Oscer likes we put the rocking chair in our new basment and
we started to hear noises ans the same stuff that happened at the old house
happened here. So we took the rocking chair and sold it in a yard sale and
now we live happy with out no spirits.
Alison Mann <The_hott_Goddess@yahoo.com>
Warren, Mi USA - Tuesday, October
12, 1999 at 11:09:13 (EDT)
My brother was killed on a motorcycle
two years ago August and my dad died in April of cancer. I always dream of
them as if they were still here but the thing about it is that they still
are here we can only seee them in our dreams. Right before my dad died he
was not able to eat food at all and we didn't know why. The hospital was treating
him for constipation for no apparent reason. After he was gone I had the dream
that he wanted me to cook him something to eat. I knew that he was dead and
I couldn't figure out why he needed food. So I cooked him a meal and he ate
it. In my dream he ate the whole meal and it was like it time paused and it
had to happen all over agian so he could get all of the meals he missed out
on when he was alive. But this happened several times before I woke up. Each
time wanting a different foods.
Michelle <spiritweb@webtv.net>
Banning, Ca USA - Saturday,
October 09, 1999 at 21:22:09 (EDT)
Sure there such things as real
ghosts, but they are also known as spirits. I had a brother who died two years
ago this August on a motorcycle and my dad just died of cancer in April of
this year. The week before my brother died we went to the beach and brought
home some crushed sea shells from the beach. The day he died my dad was on
the phone telling someone about the accident and crying, a picture of my brother
flew accross the room and hit my dad in the back and he stopped crying. He
said he knew it was my brother telling him not to cry for him. The same day
the sea shells were still sitting in the kitchen drying out and just flew
all over the kitchen and there was no way that they could have fallen by themselves.
Ghosts are not to be feared the were just like us at one time too. .
Michelle <spiritweb@webtv.net>
Banning, Ca USA - Saturday,
October 09, 1999 at 21:05:04 (EDT)
A long time ago when I was about
four years old I kept having the same strange dream over and over for what
seemed months! The dream goes like this, I will be swimming in a hotsprings
all alone in the pitch black night not being able to see much because steam
is coming from the hot water. I make out a tall black figure past the mists
of the pool just staring at me the whole time un moving. In my dream all I
see is a tall black figure but when I wake up I start moving uncontrollebly
like I'm swimming for a few seconds on my bed. I turn around and see the same
man from the dream just staring blankly at me. He has light brown hair, a
beard and the haunting eyes. Since I was four at the time these very strange
dreams were going on I didn't know about ghosts and goblins, so every night(
its about three in the morning) I say "Daddy Daddy" to the srange almost trasparent
figure beside my bed. There is no reply. The man or what ever it is doen't
move or talk just stars at me for hours almost like hes looking right through
my body. These dreams went on for months but soon I grew out of them. Its
just those dead haunting eyes that seem to pierce right through my soul that
even today, I'm 12 sends a chill down my spine. I still have a perfect rememberence
of the dreams, I just can't forget.....
Stephanie Warner <Gerry
warner @rockies.net>
Kimberley, B.C canada - Saturday,
October 09, 1999 at 12:34:45 (EDT)
I've never had a real life ghost
experience of my own, but i have believed in and have been intrigued by ghosts
and the stories surrounding them all my life. I currently attend Plymouth
State College as a junior, which is located in central New Hampshire. New
England is a region with quite a history, and is very well known for ghost
stories. Anyways, on the campus of Plymouth State lie some very old dormitories.
The one particular to this story is Mary Lyons, which for many years was strictly
an all girls dorm. Just this year recently it was opened up as a coed dorm,
due to the need for housing room for students on campus. When i was a freshman,
i had quite a few friends who lived over at the Mary Lyons dorm (it was still
an all girls dorm at this time), and had heard many ghost stories associated
with this particular dorm. They all sound very cool and creepy, and I was
hoping to run into a real life ghost on one of my visits there. On one night,
I was over at Mary Lyons visiting my friend Jenn whom had graduated from the
same high school as me, and her roommate Holly. At one point during our conversation,
Holly stepped out of her room (which was located on the second floor, if my
memory doesn't fail me) to go to the bathroom. Jenn and I continued our conversation,
but stopped short when we both heard someone scream, and come running down
the hallway. Jenn and I were both perplexed as Holly came barreling back into
the room. She was both excited and scared at the same time. Jenn and I both
inquired what had happened, and Holly explained. She had walked into the bathroom,
and was about to walk into an open stall. Just as she was about to enter,
the door to the stall slammed shut all by itself. Holly darted out of there
in the drop of a dime, and had recalled that there was no one else in there.
There were no windows in the bathroom either, so there was no way a gust of
wind could blow the door shut. Since none of us had an explanation, we all
agreed that it must have been one of the many ghosts associated with Mary
Lyons dorm. It was quite thrilling to me, and maybe some day i'll have that
ghostly encounter that i've always wanted 2 have.
Robert J. Lalime <robman29@yahoo.com>
Nashua, NH USA - Friday, October
08, 1999 at 18:45:56 (EDT)
have felt and seen many weird
things in my life. The first ghost I remember was when I was about 3-4 years
old. I was sleeping in my bed when for some reason I sat up awake. I saw a
"cowboy". He was wearing a western shirt jeans and a neckkercheif. I remember
talking to him and was not afraid at all. I don't remember what we talked
about. I next remember my mother coming into my bedroom. She looked at me
and said, "Stacey, who are you talking to?" I remember saying, "the cowboy".
She smiled and said, "you were just dreaming". She came over to the bed and
tucked me back in. She kissed me on the forehead and left my bedroom. The
next day my mother asked me who I had been talking to last night. I immediately
told her again, "the cowboy". I told her what he was wearing and that he did
n't have some of his fingers. She looked at me stangely, but didn't say anything
else. Years later when I was much older, my mother asked me again about if
I remembered "the cowboy". I told her that I remembered it vaguely. She reminded
me about it and it came back to me very clear to me. She told me that she
remembered going into my room and asking me who I was talking to. She said
that i was sitting up in bed, facing the foot of the bed. I told her I remembered
that. She then told me something that she had never told me before. She said
that she was up watching "Johnny Carson" My dad was working late as usual.
She said she heard some noise coming from my room. She told me she went to
my room and saw me sitting up in bed. She asked me who I was talking to. She
said that I said, "the cowboy". My mom said that she just thought it was me
dreaming and tucked me back into bed and told me to got to sleep. She said
that she went back out to the livingroom to watch TV. She said that our little
black fox terrier dog, Shadow, was sitting next to her on the couch when suddenly,
Shadow started growling and the hair on his back was bristling. She said that
usually when Shadow heard someone or something outside, he would run to the
door and bark at the door until stopped or he got bored. This time was different.
Shadow just sat there growling. My mom said that she just thought it was some
drunks again walking down the alley, since there was a bar nearby. She got
up to open the door and look out. She opened the front door and standing on
the closed-in porch was a man. She said he was looking out at the street and
was facing away from her. She said that she saw he had a western shirt on,
jeans, a red neckkerchief and on his right hand, he was missing 3 fingers.
My mother said that she quickly shut the door and stayed next to Shadow until
my dad got home. She said that she didn't know what to think, but knew that
was a living person. She said that she asked me to describe "the cowboy" at
breakfast the next morning. She said that I described the same person she
had seen that night before. My mother wasn't very sure of whether ghosts exist
or not before that. My mother added that she later asked the landlord who
had lived in the home previously. He stated to her that the only previous
occupant was the man who built and lived in the home until his death, about
a year before. He had told my mother that the house had been vacant until
our moving in a few months before. My mother said that she asked him to describe
the man that had lived there before. She said that he called him "a cowboy",
that he had been an old cowhand most of his life working in the riverton,
wyoming area all his life. He described him as a rough, tough kind of guy
that had lived a hard life. My mom said that at one point of the description,
the man said, "and ya know, he was missin' 3 fingers on his right hand". I
asked my mother if she had told him of the encounter. She just laughed and
said, "of course not, he would've thought I was crazy or something".
stacey
laramie , wy USA - Friday, October
08, 1999 at 16:43:58 (EDT)
A Halloween Fable
I am a coal-black cat and October
is my favorite month. I love the flaming trees and the leaves that fall, swirling
and dancing in the wind. I love the scratching sound they make as they blow
along the ground. The tangy, smokey smell of piles of decaying leaves make
my nose twitch with pleasure. I spend all afternoon jumping into the spicy
, crackling piles, making the leaves fly into the air , and sometimes finding
my friends the woodmouse, the mole and the cricket hiding there. We run together
across the fields and find still more hillocks of leaves to jump and hide
in. By the end of the day, my whiskers are full of spiderwebs and pieces of
dried leaves and old weeds are clinging to my fur. My friends mouse and mole
are looking for a soft bed for the night, cricket is singing , leaning against
an old cornstalk, a pale harvest moon is rising. I am a happy cat.
As I wander slowly home through
fields and gardens, I watch the moon riding through torn fragments of clouds
that cover and uncover the sky like a curtain. The wind comes up, moaning
around houses and chimneys, pushing and pulling the ragged clouds.
This is the best part - a bright
shadow darts across a black chimney and a soft sigh reaches my ear. Not the
wind this time. Another bright form moves against a dark treetop and a tinkle
of laughter lingers in the wind. TheyÃre here! Dark figures dance across
the moon and their song fills the October night. Couples glide by me, and
I catch their muted speech. I see a child pulled along on the string of a
bright balloon, an old lady waving her umbrella, an old man followed by his
little dog. The old lady and the old man are humming a tune, a happy tune.
The whole sky is filled with bright
forms like clouds, their eyes points of starlight, their voices the music
of the spheres. Some are far away, some just above my head, some touch my
fur gently as they pass by. The people of the air are back with us for this
one night!
Lights are coming on in the village.
I hear faint laughter and from the windows I see people gathered around their
tables. The scent of hearth fires and of food cooking reaches my nose and
I begin to run towards home. The moon is lighting my path. Orange pumpkins
are glowing on people's doorsteps. I am a coal-black cat and I am part of
this night.
This is the day I wait for all
year long, the last day of October, a day of magic when everything that was
lost is found - I am a black cat and this is Halloween!
(Told by a friend) Patricia, palepage@earthlink.net
patricia <palepage@earthlink.net>
Baltimore, MD USA - Wednesday,
October 06, 1999 at 21:12:17 (EDT)
There was this one time when I
lived in an old house in Auburn, NY I had a run-in with something abnormal.
It was late and I can home upset about something. I came in the house and
went straight to my bedroom and shut the door (it latched). As I laid there
crying in my bed (with my back to the door) I heard the door open, as I turned
to see who it was, I only saw a shawdow in the distance. I got up to follow
it around the hall corner. As I wandered down the hall I could not see anything,
but definetly felt a presence. I thought it was my Dad, so I called out to
him. No one answered. I turned on the light and after some investigating realized
no one was there...My Dad was not even home! Surprisingly, I was not scared
but felt comforted. What or whom it was, just tried to comfort me - I think.
Very wierd , but pretty cool too!
Jennifer Grotke <jgrotke@advsol.com>
Alexandria, VA USA - Friday,
October 01, 1999 at 09:20:36 (EDT)
It's too scary for words....^^OO^^
New Nitwit
Transylvania, Pa USA - Thursday,
December 03, 1998 at 13:57:36 (EST)
Morbid of Old Witch Castle
Once upon a time there was an
old dreery house in Salem "the cute little witch town" in which, this house
is far from the ordinary. I am a Catholic priest, I get the opportunity to
burn witches,vampires,Sorcerers,wizards,anyone who is Satanic or pagan,those
who practice witchery or anything of that nature. Believe me I dont enjoy
doing it but I have to or the sheriff will be in for me. I was in the middle
of a strange dream, a vision really. I was in the Church kneeling beside Mother
Mary's naked feet and then it happened the vision I was to protake. Three
women I have seen before and yet I shall see again. They were quite peasant
like but verry beautiful.They looked as though they were prostetutes but right
now I cant tell. They were running as if hiding from someone or something.
The red headed woman fell clumsly over a tree stump. Her green polyester dress
spred above her leg showing a verry unusual birth mark, which only meant one
thing those women were witches. The brunette and the blond(the other two girls)
Helped her back up and darted off into the woods.When they got in there they
put thier hoods that was attached to thier shawl on thier long haired heads.
Then the blond brought over the potato sac, the one I payed no attention to
and brought out a Magick book, a deck of tarot cards and a crystal ball and
put it on a small table. The blond girl put it right in front of the red haired
girl. "Alright Jenna Thee speak the words."said the brunette. Jenna replied,"Gwen(blond)
Bethany(brown) this is it."
The two nodded. Jenna's lips began
speaking in toungues the other two girls began chanting. She looked in the
crystal ball. She lifted her cat like green eyes my direction and then my
vision ended. I thought about the beautiful girls in the forest and then looked
at the statue of Mother Mary. I thought about the gloomy house where the witches
stayed and am determened to seek it. I said "God remain with me" I heard a
voice in my mind "Go on then" Happily I said "That I shall!" and I left the
church.God was leading me in the right direction to that gloomy old house,
the one in my vision.I put my brown hood over my head and knocked on the door
no one answered so I went in. Bethany was buisy with some man on the couch
and didnt hear the door.Gwen was buisy rattling some pots and pans and couldn't
hear the door. Jenna was buisy upstairs reading her book entitled "How to
be a perfect witch". She was so intellectual in her reading she thought she
heard the door but wasnt sure. "Bethany? Did ye her the door?"Jenna yelled
downstairs.All Jenna heard was a scream. "Oh no,not again Bethany!" Jenna
angrily hopped of the bed and went downstairs in her living room all she saw
was her arrogant sister on the couch and me that just came in her doorway.
She saw my robe and asked"What are ye doing here?" I said "Ye has the mark,
all of ye and must be burned at the stake!" Gwen handled a knife with a sharp
blade slit her wrist and died. The other two girls were burned at the stake,
but I would never forget Bethany's dying words,"We'll be back for thee,you
have not yet begun to see the end of Bethany and Jenna frazier. We'll get
thee just like ye got us and that is a promise................
Rachel <radiobiz@beachlink.com>
Kill Devil Hills, NC USA - Saturday,
November 07, 1998 at 09:12:35 (EST)
I rescued a beautiful gray cat, Tom,
on a bridge. Our bond was immediate, and he lived with us for several years.
He followed me everywhere, stretched out to sleep on me at night, and talked
to me when I came home from work. An evil serpent killed him. Tom's death mask
was one of surprised bewilderment. I knew he had not intended to leave us so
soon, and he began returning in dreams. That wasn't enough for either of us,
and his sad and wandering spirit found a lost black cat and like a hermit crab,
moved in. Blackie would come at dusk, and sit on Tom's grave, then call to me.
For months, at suppertime, he would arrive, but never eat. All he wanted was
to be petted. And he sighed and cried. Eventually the two spirits were able
to live together, and while Tom's requires daily stroking--he calls to me no
matter what room I'm in, Blackie's allows him to eat and grow silky fur from
his formerly emaciated body. I told him (them) to be careful on Saturday, because
it is halloween.
Linda
<Publisher@TabbhyHouse.com>
Charlotte Harbor, FL USA - Friday,
October 30, 1998 at 22:39:52 (EST)
One day when i was out playing basketball
a friend of mine ( a graveyard fanatic ) brought a tombstone he had stolen to
my house it was huge. He asked me to to hold on to it for a while for him. I
didn't mind because at the time i didn't believe in ghosts. A couple of nights
later when i was sleeping I was awakened by a door creaking, my door creaking.
I opened my eyes and saw a black shadow standing right beside me. It was about
6 ft tall. It raised its hands as if to harm me. I closed my eyes tight as possible
next thing I knew it was gone. The next day i gave it back to my old friend.
Two days later I went to his funeral. He had died in his sleep of a heart attack.
I don't believe that for one minute. He was a perfectly healthy 19 yearold boy.
I think the spirit of the tombstone was angry that his tombstone was stolen
and got his revenge. Believe what you will but to this day i still think it
was the black shadow spirit that killed him...
Andrew Lorenzo
Andover, NJ USA - Thursday, August
27, 1998 at 16:34:44 (EDT)
When I was little I used to think
that I saw phantom hands coming out of the walls of my house. They were very
see through and looked to be made of a shiny marbelized, multi-colored substance.
They would appear everywhere and without notice. No one else ever saw them
and they did not scare me. My sister told me that she had read that children
could see things adults could not.
Also, I had a bedroom with 4 windows,
2 in the front and 2 on the side. The one window on the left hand side in
the front of the house would open on its own, even when no one was home and
the window was left locked. This also happened with a kitchen window. This
occured up until I moved away when I was older and the kitchen window still
does open.
Could anyone explain this?
JF
CA USA - Wednesday, August 26,
1998 at 02:52:17 (EDT)
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When I used to live in Ontario,
my mom told me that some guy had hung himself in our basement (which was true).
Every time we tried to paint the basement the paint over one particular spot
in the corner would dissappear and leave an unpainted spot which looked slightly
human.
Paul Wilford <jackie_phan@hotmail.com>
Ladysmith, B.C. Canada - Thursday,
November 06, 1997 at 11:16:30 (EST)
One Stormy night along time ago
when I was a young lad, on the farm. The family was sleeping and all of a
sudden we heard a strange noise like a slamming noise down stairs in the living
room. My mother and I ran down stairs to see the rocking chair violently rocking!
We turned on the lights and as we did so the chair slowed down rocking untill
it stoped. Six months before this my grandfather died but before he died he
told us he would return for one last visit before moving on to the next level.
The rocking chair that was rocking
was his favorite chair!
The end
Walter J Fleming <cube@uniserve.com>
Chilliwack, b.c. Canada - Thursday,
October 30, 1997 at 23:38:26 (EST)
A Ghost Tail
When I was little, I was walking
up a flight of stairs in an old farmhouse in the country one evening. As I
was halfway up the stairs, and could just see over the top step into the room
I was heading towards, I saw a dog's tail moving across the room. Thinking
this tail belonged to one of the dogs living in the farmhouse, I happily scrambled
up the remaining steps. When I reached the top of the staircase, I saw that
it was only a dog-tail which was moving across the room! There was no dog
attached! I screamed and began to cry, and everyone came running to see, but
I don't think anyone believed me.
Ted
<tschwartz@infomedics.com>
Woburn, MA USA - Thursday, October
30, 1997 at 11:59:31 (EST)
we saw a ghost walk across a flowing
river,really!
razz <razz
family@compuserve.com>
sardis, bc canada - Wednesday,
October 29, 1997 at 21:48:50 (EST)
While taking care of a friend's
apartment once, in an old riverside building, I came home one afternoon to
find the door to his bedroom (which I never used--I spent my nights in the
guest bedroom) ajar. When I opened the door, I found a large framed print
of his smashed face up on the floor next to the bed. I looked at the wall
and saw that the tall antique vase and the small wooden schooldesk which were
directly in front of where it had hung were undisturbed. It was impossible
for the picture to have fallen onto the floor where it did--someone or something
would have had to take the picture off the wall, walk four feet and drop it
to the floor. But my friend Don was in Europe, and I had the only key.
He later told me that a friend
of his had seen a "gray lady" in a long black dress in the doorway of Don's
bedroom once, shaking her head as if to say "You shouldn't be in here." Don
had never seen her himself but he believed she lived there, and had lived
there for years.
David Demchuk <ddemchuk@toronto.cbc.ca>
Toronto, ON Canada - Tuesday,
October 28, 1997 at 08:23:10 (EST)
Shortly after Tom the cat was
killed by a rattlesnack, a large black cat showed up and sat on Tom's grave.
He came (comes) every night at 5:30, about the time that Tom was hit (we think)
and wants me to pet him. Tom had followed me everywhere--was the first cat
that was "mine." Blackie wasn't interested in food, but just in having me
meet him at his prearranged spot in the yard. He finds me at night when I
am working in my office and calls from outside the window until I come out
and pet him. Draw your own conclusions folks, but I have drawn mine.
freaked
<publisher@tabbhyhouse.com>
ghosttown, USA - Monday, October
20, 1997 at 20:09:54 (EDT)
Once I had a scaaary brother,
who told scaaary stories to me. A particularly scaaary story was about THE
MAN WITH THE GOLDEN ARM!!! It was so scaaary that I blocked it out and can't
really remember anything except for the phrase THE MAN WITH THE GOLDEN ARM!!!
Which is scaaary enough as it is.
The end.
Scabbigail
<agrotke@kreative.net>
Washington, DC USA - Monday,
October 20, 1997 at 17:59:55 (EDT)
many times upon a time, in the deepest
darkest hours of the night, strange visitations and unusually eerie circumstances
have led me to believe in ghosts and the supernatural. i have oft been awoke
from sleep by an intense presence of EVIL hovering over me, freezing me into
a state of immobility and terror. this dark shape stops ... stays ... stares
... as i lay petrified with my silent scream. it NEVER is a dream. it ALWAYS
is a real presence. demonic does not even begin to describe its character and
demeanor. and then, its gone ... probably to your home ... probably to your
bedside ... probably to your soul ... hopefully NEVER to return ...
baron
alphonso von janikstwysczski <cubfan@div.harvard.edu>
som-som-som-somerville, ma USA
- Wednesday, October 15, 1997 at 09:00:28 (EDT)
Once, after a friend died, I was
visited his spirit in a strange way. A bag of potato chips suddenly stood upright,
then flipped over. All the windows were closed, and no one else was around.
There were no drafts. He had visited a few weeks before his death...
Christopher
Grotke <grotke@musearts.com>
Somerville, MA USA - Wednesday,
October 15, 1997 at 00:34:00 (EDT)
Once, while I was working in an old
building, I went into an unused section of the place in search of a coworker.
No one was there, but ahead of me, i saw a robed figure walk into a small room.
I figured it was something explainable, so I went to investigate. I couldn't
find anything. (The building was on the site of an old nunnery...)
Anonymous <unlisted>
Oberlin, OH USA - Tuesday, October
14, 1997 at 01:45:56 (EDT)