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Sara, Albany, NY Hi. This happened to my husband, myself and a couple of friends. One summer a few years ago, couple of us had rented an apt. in New Yorks Greenwich Village. It was a second story studio near the corner of Sullivan and Bleeker Streets. We would all work all day and party pretty hard at night, then crash in the apt. One night my husband and I were sleeping on our bed when my husband awoke to someone shaking him violently. He opened his eyes only to find no one there. He went back to sleep. The next morning we were all having coffee and our friend Tom who was sleeping in the same room, said that he was awoken the same night to see a silicone ball bouncing violently across the length of the apt. It made so much noise that it woke him up. He raised his head from the pillow and looked across the room where my husband and I were sleeping. He said that he could see my body shaking as if someone was pushing and shaking me awake, but could see no physical form doing this! It really freaked him out. We stayed in that apt. for a few weeks longer and then moved on, leaving Tom there by himself. After we left he said he had a few incidents occur, but only one major one, which pretty much made him move out! One night he had come home with a girl and they had gotten to know each other pretty good Afterward, they had fallen asleep. He said he was awoken to someone touching him in an intimate way on his nether regions. He thought it was his new friend who had woken up and wanted to have some more fun. He opened his eyes to find the sensation still going on (he was becoming aroused) but there was no physical being! He could see the sheet that was covering him was moving from underneath! He quickly pulled the sheet back to find nothing!! He said that was it! He and his friend went to her place that night, and he only went back to get his stuff the next day. We let the lease run out to the end of the summer without any of us returning. |
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Catie, New Orleans This happened to me in my house in Virginia when I was 16 yrs. old. My Mom and sister and I had been living in this house for 2 years before I had this encounter. I later found out that my Mom had had previous experiences in the house, but didn't want to scare my sister and me, so she never said anything until I told her what had happened to me. Incidentally, my sister never experienced the ghost and is terrified by the whole thing. My encounter happened one night while my Mom was away on a business trip. My grandmother was staying with us, sleeping in my mothers room. I had gotten up to use the bathroom, and from where I was seated I could see the stairs going down to the first level. As I was looking, I noticed there was a woman walking down the stairs to the living room. I was confused because I didn't recognise her. She looked pretty normal; white night-gown type thing and long, dark hair hanging in a braid down her back. I continued to stare and as she turned on the landing to continue down stairs, she turned and looked at me. She paused for a moment, looked kind of puzzled, and continued to descend the staircase until she turned a corner to where I could no longer see her. Well, I had finished my business and got up to go back to bed. In my mind, I really didn't think too much about this encounter (I suppose my mind explained that it was either my sister or grandmother, although the figure looked like neither one) Just then I heard the toilet flush in my mother's bathroom where my grandmother was. I looked in my sisters room as I passed, she was fast asleep. I continued on to bed. I didn't mention this to anyone until my Mom came home from her trip. We were talking and I said to her, "you know, when you were gone I had the strangest thing happen". She immediately looked up at me and said, "oh, did she have long dark hair?". It was then that I knew I'd seen something! We started talking about it and Mother said that not long after we had moved into the house she was talking on the phone late one night lying in bed. She looked up to find a woman standing next to her bed leaning in a little staring at my mother! Well, she thought it was me and said to the person on the phone, "hold on a minute," then said to the figure, "what is it? What do you want? At that point she said the woman looked startled and disappeared. These were not the only encounters in this house with this spirit. Over the past 20 years we have owned this house, not only have I had additional encounters, but my mother, my stepfather, and recently my cousin and her daughter who now rent and live in the house. I've told them about this site and asked them to please submit their stories. One more encounter with this ghost and then I'll close. I was in college now, and home visiting. I was down in the basement folding laundry when I heard a noise behind me and felt a presence. I turned around to find a figure that looked very much like my mother standing in the doorway. She looked right at me and said, now this was the strange part, WITH HER MIND (no lips moved) "what are you doing?" I answered her back the same way WITH MY MIND (I did not know this was possible) "what does it look like? I'm folding laundry." She seemed satisfied and turned away, disappeared from my sight. Just then, I could hear someone coming down the stairs from the upper level. It was my mother calling for me to come up and eat dinner. She had been in the kitchen the whole time preparing our meal . . . |
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Wyliette Frazier, New York I was never a scary person until recently. When I got married 21 years ago, my mother-in-law gave me a dresser and told me that she had it since her first son was born. I married her youngest of 7. It's really a beautiful antique but there was always something about it that gave the creeps. One night, I was watching late night TV and I heard this creaking noise; it became louder and louder. I got up and went in my son's room and the noise stopped. I went back to bed and minutes later, it started again. Again, I got up and it stopped. This continued for about an hour and neither my son nor my husband woke up from their peaceful sleep. As the noise got louder, the telephone rang and it was bad news. My cousin had died of a terminal illness. As I received this terrible news, the noise stopped. Several years later, the same noise started again and I had forgot what happened this first time I heard the noise. Again, the noise got louder and louder; the telephone rang and my uncle died. Years later, the noise started up again and I said "oh no, who will it be this time?" My husband thought I was crazy and I didn't even bother to explain until after I received the telephone call that my father had died of a massive heart attack during church services. Today, everyone knows about my haunted furniture and I can't give it away because no one wants it. So, I put it in my den with my computer and when I'm not in the room, the door is closed. |
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Anonymous A few years ago, I worked as an engineer
at a hospital in Mobile, Alabama. This was during a time that I was
considering a job change. To me, hospitals are the ideal place for
ghosts, yet I haven't heard of too many. At any rate, I was in the
hallway of a unit during the second shift, around 8:30 PM or so. At
this hour, the families and friends visiting the hospital usually have
begun to thin out. I noticed an elderly couple walking toward
me, but I didn't really give them too much notice because I was busy
writing. The woman passed me by, but the man lingered. I
looked up at him, and he smiled and said "You know son, I was a radar
operator in the Navy in the War. We always used to make our plots in
pencil in case something changed. That's why they make erasers.
You know, life is written in pencil, too." Needless to say, I
found this a little odd. I thought about the profoundness of this
statement for just a split second, then looked up to say something to the
old man. Both he and his wife had vanished. |
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Caroline My friends and I used to live in an apartment in the
French Quarter and we had
to put up with a ghost we knew nothing about... Sometimes we'd leave the apartment
for the night only to come back and see that things have changed places, or that
objects have been smashed onto the walls. Once the whole bathroom had been
trashed and the walk-in closet's door had been thrown to the floor. Then
another night my friend was cooking and a plate flew right by his head. So
much happened in that studio. Another time I was laying in bed with my friend
and the lights were out. I saw a tiny red light and I couldn't make out what it
was so I woke him up and asked him to check what it was... turned out it was the
oven that turned itself on... we were spooked and it was kind of funny because no
one would get up and turn it off. When I finally got off the bed the oven turned
off! |
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Anonymous One day as me and my best friend Makenzie were walking home from a long tiring day at school we saw something move in the weeds. I thought that it might possibly be a snake so I ran through the weeds trying to catch it. As Makenzie followed we got off the path that we used to walk home from school every day and suddenly without even realizing it stumbled over a dead body laying along the path of the trail. Makenzie looked at me and we screamed in horror. We ran back trying to find the trail but could not find it. The next day we decided to see if the body was there still. In place of the body there was a note, it was crumbled up and torn. All I could make out was that it read "YOU'RE NEXT". Makenzie and I walked to school and on the way home we saw the snake that we had chased just yesterday. That's when we realized that the snake had red eyes. To this day we still can't figure out where the dead body went, or why that snake had red eyes. |
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Nexus For Spirits A friend of the family who lives about 15 miles from the RockyFace Exit in Georgia called several times mentioning strange occurrences that happened in her home. She lives down an old highway where on the right side were vast open fields that had old barns, stables, and dirt paths heading back into the woods. Her home rests between two old family grave yards, Goodson and Philips. Inside her home is well over 20 or so spirits. There is a black family that stands in her room gazing out of her window. A father, mother, a girl about 7 or 8 years old and a small baby which is cradled in her mother's arms. This family has a very sad expression on their faces. By their dress, you can tell their time here on earth took place at least 120 to 150 years ago. In this women's bathroom is a whirlpool tub, inside stands a spirit in a KKK uniform, his hat is plainly detailed but towards the bottom the white disappears into the porcelain that lines the tub. Also in this bathroom is an Indian with VERY distinct features and silky long black hair, his head is turned sideways. Lastly a man who sits on the side of the tub, with an expression one would have if they were "looking out into space." She has children spirits and two angels as well. (This is all I could actually see when my mother-in-law and I went to visit her.) When our friend goes to sleep, all the spirits form a "wall" around the foot and sides of her bed. She has pictures of these spirits and you can actually see some of the spirits I explained to you above. (I will have copies to download soon.) We just went to her place this last weekend and we are going back when she gets more information about the area that she lives in. I tell you her house is a trip, the pictures reveal even more than what you have already seen. I will have an update to this story in about three weeks. It is a lot different reading these stories than writing them as a "story" is in the making. |
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Katie Lowry, Charlottesville, VA Late one hot August night my Uncle was working in his office at his law firm on a case
that was closing the next day. He was very involved in his work and didn't notice when his
partner stopped by his door to say goodbye for the evening. At one point Uncle Ed thought
he heard his partner speaking to a female client in an adjoining office. He got up and walked
down the hallway to see what was going on but all the lights were out in the hall.
He decided that they had left before he got to the office and went back to work.
He asked if any of the lawyers on his floor had had clients in their offices
that night. They all said they had left early and not seen any clients that evening.
Uncle Ed felt this was very strange but soon forgot all about it.
Another night several months later my uncle was in his office working late
and heard the same pair of voices speaking in hushed tones, just soft enough that
he couldn't make out what they were talking about. He walked around and again
found no one in their offices. This time he checked to see if anyone had
left their radio on by mistake and found not a single radio on in the building.
The next day he spoke to his colleagues about the voices and almost
everyone in the firm had heard a man and woman speaking urgently in hushed
tones, just soft enough as to not make out what was said.
A year or so after my uncle's first encounter the building was sold
due to an expansion of the firm. My uncle was close friends with a man who
was working for the business who bought the building and told the man to call
him if the man wanted to talk about the building. The man looked confused but
said he would talk to Ed if he had any questions.
Several weeks after the building was moved into, my uncle's friend ran
up to him on the street with an excited look in his eyes and said, "When you
told me to ask you anything about the building, you were talking about
the voices, weren't you?"
Later my uncle learned that the part of the building I spoke about was a hardware
store around 1940 and was burned to the ground in a mysterious fire, the cause of which
was never quite discovered. Two bodies were found in the remains of a back storeroom.
These bodies were never identified. Could the two voices have been those of a couple
trapped in the back room of the hardware store? |
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Miss Brenda, la Porte, Indiana This is an old story from around 1800 from Crown Point,
Indiana. Around 1800, a gypsy caravan came to the new-born town of Crown Point, Indiana . They were met with hostile greetings. As usual, the stereotypes of the gypsies being thieves, tramps, and evil people of witchcraft proceeded the caravan's arrival. The caravan had been traveling for many days, and needed to rest and get supplies. They set up camp on the outside of the town. It was near winter, so they had to get medicines and warm clothes and blankets from the town. The city officials refused to allow the gypsies into their town, saying things like: "Why don't you use your magic and witchcraft to cure your people?" As the days went by, the caravan became too weak to move on. Many, if not all, of the caravan died . They were buried, up until recently, in unmarked graves. As the years went by, people have reported strange behavior in the old gypsy camp, now known as the Gypsy Graveyard. People said that they have seen mysterious fireballs chase all non-gypsies out of the area. They have heard ghostly warnings and laughter throughout the area. Perhaps the most common of the happenings is the "Blood " that drips like dew from the grass and is only attracted to non-gypsies. I had to see if this place was for real! About a year ago, I drove out to this legendary site. (It's about 2 hours from la Porte). I found a small fenced-in grave site. Most of the stones were replaced with new ones. At first , I wasn't sure if this was the right place. Once inside, I knew it was. Being of gypsy spirit, I felt welcome and calm there, unlike my companion who felt as if she wasn't welcome to enter the gate. I can't say anything unusual happened when I was there, but I do know there was something there. From that night on, I've been receiving all sorts of gypsy literature and information on where to get it. It's like I need to know now. Funny, huh? Anyway, I keep a small bit of the graveyard's soil in a box with the directions around it. It keeps me in touch, so to speak, with them . |
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Miss Brenda, la Porte, Indiana I have another story from the state park of Indiana , the Indiana Dunes. Many residents already know this story. Around the turn of the century or so, there was a young mysterious lady who wandered the area called The Dunes by the shores of Lake Michigan. At the time, this was considered to be a resort area owned mostly by rich Chicago socialites. Every night, as the story goes, this dark-haired girl dressed in a see-thru white gown would walk out to the shores of the lake. She seemed to be looking or waiting for something or someone. There are as many tales about what she was doing out there as there are people in Chicago. No one really knows for sure. One night the girl disappeared. Rumors of a jealous and abusive husband hunting the girl down to murder her started to circulate, as well as rumors of suicide. The next morning or so the girl was found headless on the shores of Lake Michigan... or so some of the papers said. The girl was named Diana of the Dunes. Some people say that if you go out to the Dunes on a brightly lit night, you can still see Diana's ghost looking out at the lake... still waiting. |
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Miss Brenda, la Porte, Indiana This is a story that I was told about 10 years ago. It's from a small town in southern Indiana known as Marion Indiana. In the small town of Marion, Indiana there is a road that the natives have coined " Roller Coaster Road ". They named it that because of it's shape. There is a first huge hill with a valley just as deep. The first hill is followed by two other not so steep hills. At the end of this hill is a tight curve. The local teens have a game they play on Roller Coaster Road. When you get to the first hill, you drive to the top. As you start to go down into the valley, you step on the gas to get up as much speed as you can. As you hit the other two hills, you take your foot off the gas and use the speed you built up from the first hill to try and make it over the bridge. The idea of the game is not to fall off the bridge and into the swamp. This isn't an ordinary swamp, as you probably have guessed. This swamp is haunted by a school bus of grade school children who met their fate one weekday afternoon . The year was somewhere in the 1950's. A school bus was coming home from the school. The bus driver came upon roller coaster road. As the driver approached the bridge's sharp turn... it missed. The bus with all of the children flew off the road and into the dark swamp. No one was able to rescue the bus nor the children inside. If you look real carefully into the swamp , you can still see the rusting bus. Strange things happen on the bridge now. The locals will tell you never to stop on the bridge, because your car won't start again. Oddly enough, when my friend took me onto this bridge, her truck did just that. It stalled and wouldn't start for about 10 minutes! Other strange activities have been spotted by the bridge and in the swamp. The laughter of small children can be heard at times. Sometimes their laughter is replaced with crying. Others say that if you look into the windows of the school bus you can see little glowing red eyes. An eerie feeling is definitely there.
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Miss Brenda, la Porte, Indiana This story comes from a small town in southern Indiana named Attica. About 10 years ago I was invited to view a very interesting piece of history that was for sale for 10,000 dollars. The item was two houses, a church, a cemetery and a story. Back in the days of the underground railroad there were many tunnels built underground. Most of these tunnels went from one house to another. Often there was a church's cemetery along the route. One of the tomb stones in the cemetery was shaped as a very small coffin. This was the way to get into the tunnel from the outside, or to get out if there was trouble. This is where the African-American slander "spooks " came from. During one of the runs, the tunnel connecting the two houses and the church collapsed. The trapped slaves had nowhere to go. Panicked and scared, they all died in the tunnel. No one took there bodies out of the tunnel. If you go into one of the homes, you can hear the ghosts of the slaves trying to get to the other house. At times you can see their images in the halls trying to get help, trying to find someone to unbury them. When I was down there, my friend and I wanted to see the inside of the houses. Due to not being upkept at all, the homes were too dangerous to enter, let alone walk in! |
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In a small place between Hazard and Bull Creek Kentucky, well into the wooded mountainside is where this story begins. As time passed, and structures there changed, strange sightings began happening. In one area in particular, there had been sightings of a ghostly figure roaming away from the old grave site, toward the newest built homes. One home in particular could not be sold, as most of the sightings had happened there. A woman, named Pauline, finally settled on the property that was deemed haunted, swearing that no ghost was going to scare her away... For the first couple of months, nothing out of the ordinary happened. As the one year anniversary was coming upon the new ownership, neighbors started noticing a strange white glowing mist-like figure. Several people were terrified, knowing it was a ghost, and making up tales of who it was and why it was there. Again Pauline refused to be frightened away by such tales. She decided to see this ghost for herself. For three nights she sat out on the porch of her home, just waiting to see anything. Upon the fourth night, the moon was full and shining brightly. Pauline sat upon the porch, humming to herself, even laughing and snickering at some of the stories she had been told about her home. The evening grew darker as clouds began to gather. The wind began to blow and whistle through the trees. It appeared as though a storm was coming, and Pauline gave up hope of seeing or believing in any ghosts there. She went inside and got ready for bed. The hour was late, and Pauline had began drifting off to sleep. Then, from somewhere outside, all around her it seemed, was a howling, a moaning, and screams that were anything but human. Pauline was jolted out of her sleep by the noise. Immediately she grabbed a shot gun, fearing wild dogs attacking her cows. Racing to the door to save her animals, she flung open the door, and stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of a man, glowing white, almost floating in a misty haze, repeating, "Washed in milk, dried in silk, and buried beneath a door sill. Washed in milk, dried in silk, and buried beneath a door sill!" Horrified, Pauline shrieked while slamming the door and bolting it tight. In the morning she frantically tried to convince her neighbors and friends to help. Of course none were willing to help. On her way home once again she kept going over the night in her mind. A riddle? Had the ghost offered her a riddle? "Washed in milk, dried in silk, and buried beneath a door sill." She couldn't understand. What did it mean? As night fell once again the screaming and howling began, Pauline sat propped against the door to ensure that the ghost could not enter. Then something began rapping and banging upon the door. Pauline was in tears, and prayed for this ghost to leave her and her home alone. Once more the eerie voice says, "Washed in milk, dried in silk, and buried beneath a door sill." The next afternoon, the local preacher had heard of her frantic ranting and raving, and decided to offer her a visit. When he arrived she fell crying, begging for mercy and forgiveness. Finally after sorting out her story from her ranting, he offered her an answer to her problem, and offered to stay there with her that night. Once again as it grew dark and the hour grew late, Pauline began getting frantic. The preacher tried to consol her. It grew darker and darker, and it was coming on to three in the morning, and the preacher was beginning to draw to the conclusion that the woman was merely going mad. Then at once the clouds drew in, the sky darkened, and the awful wailing and screaming began. The preacher was shaken to say the least, knowing that God must surely be testing him. Then came the eerie words, "Washed in milk, dried in silk, and buried beneath a door sill." Finally regaining his wits and placing himself between Pauline and the door, he slowly opened it. Upon seeing the apparition, the preacher immediately began reciting his holy vows, and praying for strength. Then one thought crossed his mind, and he acted. He stepped onto the porch, toward the ghost. Pauline thought that the preacher had gone mad. Finally the preacher, in a bold, but shivering voice, asked, "In the name of the Father, the Son, and of the Holy Ghost, I demand that you tell us what it is you want here!" Silence...seemed to last forever for the preacher, and Pauline. Then finally the ghost wails, "Washed in milk, and dried in silk, and buried beneath YOUR (pointing to Pauline) door sill! Return my leg to me and let me rest in peace..." Immediately Pauline paid to have her porch ripped out, and have it all dug up. They found nothing. While the men worked, she had learned about the previous owner of the house, who had been a civil war hero. He had been injured, having had his leg taken to save his life. The day was ending and they had found nothing where they had been digging. The men all went home, promising to return the next day. They left. Pauline could not tolerate anymore of the ghost, and decided that she would dig herself. "Washed in milk, dried in silk, and buried beneath YOUR door sill" kept going through her mind. Finally, she realized she had been digging in the wrong place. She began digging right at her door. Soon she found a remnant of old cloth, covered in blood, and smelling the old rotted smell coming from the thing. She unwrapped the cloth to find the remains of a human leg. It was getting darker and drawing close to the time the ghost generally appeared to her. She rewrapped the leg, grabbed her shovel, and raced to the graveyard. There she began digging as though her very soul depended on it. Finally, she hit something hard. Then she laid down the remains of the leg, and buried it deeply with the pine box. As she was slinging the last of the dirt, and planning to leave this place as quickly as possible, she notices a strange glowing right next to her. She closes her eyes, praying, begging and pleading, and falls to her knees. Then the coldest breeze brushed against her neck and shoulder and a icy hand touched her shoulder... then the voice, that eerie wailing voice... "Washed in milk, dried in silk, and buried now with me, I will never come to you again." Pauline opens her eyes, filled with tears, and sees only the sun peeking out to rise. The only thing that bothers me about this story, is that it is corroborated by both the Preacher and Pauline, who upon her death bed (along with the confession of having witnessed a man murdered with a meat hook to the back of the head, and having lied about it to save someone), screamed that her feet were burning, and to pull her coverlet off, she was burning in hell! Makes you wonder, if your dying confessions are your last chance, why lie? She was of sound mind when she actually died. The other question I have to ask is, is a preacher a credited source? The preacher has told the story too. The question then is, what do you believe in? |
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Casey Allgood, Forsyth, Missouri I slowly drew the fridge door open and squinted as the light from its door pierced the darkness. It was late and I was desperately searching for a late night snack to tide me over till morning. The house was abnormally quiet that night. I could usually hear the gentle whir of the electronic clock above the stove. But not that night. I heard a tap on the rooftop, followed by another. Rain began to dance on the shingles, and the trees seemed to whisper as a breeze careened through their branches. I remember smiling to myself - I have always loved a summer rainstorm. Food in hand, still half blind in the darkness, I fumbled through the house, making my way back to my bedroom. As I settled into bed and pulled my warm comforter over me, I felt crumbs from my sandwich fall to the sheets. I just laughed to myself, I was both too hungry and too tired to care.Suddenly, the darkness of my bedroom was interrupted by a flash of lightning, illuminating my room through a nearby window. I was overwhelmed with a feeling of fear and I felt my flesh grow cold as I heard branches angrily scratching the glass from my window. I pulled the comforter over my head and paused for a brief moment. 'What a fool I am,' I said out loud.' 'Afraid of nature's temper tantrum and a few noises in the rainstorm - and at my age!' The trees still seemed to whisper and I thought I heard my name. Did I hear a voice, or was fear playing some trick on my mind? 'Kevin,' I heard, weakly at first, as though someone was calling me from a distance. My heart pounded and I instinctively drew the comforter tightly around me, my body shaking with fear. 'Kevin,' the voice called to me again, louder this time and more insistent. 'Not again, please God, not again,' I whimpered softly. My heart was aching, racing and I felt as though it would surely explode. Fearfully, I peered out from under the comforter and gazed towards the window. To my horror, I saw a face, horribly disfigured, staring back at me. I threw off the comforter and dashed towards the doorway. I knew if I could escape my room, I could be free from the horrible face in the window. In a split second, just before I reached the doorway, I heard the shattering sound of broken glass. Nearly frozen with fear, I turned towards the window, and gasped as I realized the creature was in the room with me. I groped for the doorway, where I thought it was anyway. To my horror, the door was no longer there, replaced by smooth and cold rock. I touched the wall and quickly recoiled. A slimy substance was oozing down the walls, with an odor that made me feel physically ill. I could hear the creature breathing and knew it was watching me, stalking me, waiting to strike. I felt nauseous and began frantically groping along the wall, desperately seeking a doorway for escape. I realized there was no hope. I turned to face the evil in the hopes of defending myself. My fists raised and shaking, I awaited the creature's next move. I felt my legs shake as a loud scream pierced my ears. I felt a burning pain in my shoulders as the creature sprang towards me, sinking its claws deep into me. In the next moment, it pinned me against the wall with a force that shattered my bedposts, sending shards of brass everywhere. Warm blood poured down my chest as the creature sank its claws deeper in my shoulders. Blinded by fear, weak with pain - I could only hear and feel the creature, now inches away from me, its rancid breath hot on my face. In a raspy voice, it spoke to me saying, "It's time to die." I futilely struggled to break free of its grasp, but only felt more pain as it sank its claws in deeper to restrain me. I felt an agonizing pain overtake me as the creature broke my spine. I screamed again and again, but the louder I cried out, the tighter the creature's grip on my shoulders became. With a forceful lunge, it clamped its jaws on my throat and I heard the sickening sound of the tearing of my own flesh. The creature backed off of its bite and let out a chilling and triumphant scream. I began to choke on my own blood. Like the rain pouring on the rooftop, blood gushed from my wounds and I knew death would come quickly. I silently prayed, 'Please let it be over quickly.' In a last, feeble attempt to escape, I managed only to fall to the floor. With a final baneful scream, the creature lunged at me and I turned to face my certain doom. And with that final scream of agony, I woke up and sat staring at my computer screen, sweat pouring down my body like rain. The storm had subsided and the branches of the trees had ceased their restless swaying. Shaken, I rose to my feet and headed for the doorway. I dropped to my knees as a sharp pain shot through my foot. I quickly grabbed my leg, reaching for the pain, and discovered a small shard of glass embedded there. As I removed the glass, I heard the door groan in resistance and leaped back at the sound of something pounding angrily on the window's glass. Turning fearfully towards the window, I found myself eye to eye with a creature so hideous, it defied description. With an evil grin, it turned and vanished into the darkness.This really happened to me when i was 15. I cant explain it. No one can, I guess. My parents thought I was insane and sent me to a psychiatrist. My friends believed me. And some of them still sleep with their lights on. I still have a scar on my left foot from the broken glass. So be aware. If you hear something scratching around at your window late at night. YOU GET THE HELL OUT OF THAT ROOM AND PRAY TO GOD IT DOESN'T FIND YOU! |
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Miss Brenda, la Porte, Indiana Like all towns and cities, the local people can tell you all sorts of stories. This story comes from a Northern Indiana town named Valparaiso. In Valparaiso Indiana, there is a swamp named Bullseye Lake. It's located on a road of the same name. Many years ago this swamp was part of a farmer's property. He used to plow the field with a horse and an old push plow. Such was the fashion for farmers in the Midwest during the turn of the century. One day, as the story goes, the farmer loaded up his cart with the items he planned on selling in the town. Not watching where he was going, the farmer, the cart, and the horse all fell into the tar-black water of the swamp in his field. Over the years, people have tried to go into the swamp’s murky waters, mostly to see how much of this story is true. Due to the depth and the blackness of the swamp, no one has ever reached the bottom of Blues Lake. Yet, on dark nights if you go out to the swamp, witnesses say you can see the center of it glowing with an uneasy glow, almost pulsing. Some say you can hear the farmer calling for help. Others say you can hear a horse whinny from the swamp grass that surrounds Bullseye Lake . |
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Kelli, Idaho This isn't the first weird thing that's happened to me, but it was one of the most physical - and visible. Me and a friend were talking in my living room in my tiny house off an alley in Nampa. Suddenly, the light next to her started flickering, then some force picked up these curtains with metal rings I had laying on a table about 6 feet away and dropped them with a loud clatter. I screamed and so did she. Then we both saw a white streak of light zip through the room. This reminds me of another time when I was 10 years old in the mid 70s in another house in McCall Idaho. I was trying to find the light switch to the stairs that led down to my basement room, which I hated going to in the dark. I fumbled for the switch but before I could find it, something invisible picked me up and carried me down the stairs! It let me go at the bottom, where I just seemed to float down on my feet and walk the rest of the way. I have no idea who or what that was, or why they carried me. Anybody who wants to talk more about this or has your own experiences to share, email me at KClark5167@aol.com |
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Tami, Dallas, Texas What had happened to my mother and I was roughly 19 years ago in Galveston, Texas when I was 10 years old. We had just arrived back in Texas from Kentucky because my mom was looking for a job and well... Ron Reagan WAS president, if that explains anything. :) Anyway, we found this rooming/boarding house referred to us by this crisis housing place where we could stay rent-free for 12 weeks. When we got there, this really nice guy gave Momma and I this really big room in this HUGE 3 story house - real pretty. Rose painted walls, red linens, red furniture... I look back now, this place would have made a good room in an old brothel, plus it was nice and cool (almost cold), which was really nice as it was in the middle of summer on the Gulf of Mexico. The guy made it a point - I remember this distinctly - of telling us to not worry about the noises in the house, especially late at night and also to make sure that I didn't walk around the house alone in the dark. Momma thought that was kind of weird, but agreed - hey, we weren't sleeping in the car so we were ready to agree to just about anything at that point. So, time lapse a few weeks into our stay. The guy makes Momma the manager of the place, a rooming house, and leaves for days at a time. We have full run of the place, with a tenant living upstairs and another living downstairs, who were all really nice, too. We all share a kitchen and two baths, plus a common area as well as a dining room. Some people came and went, but everyone got along nicely in the long run. Sometimes I'd be in the kitchen and I'd hear someone ask for some ice because of the heat (there was no AC in the house, only fans, but our room was still really cold most times) and I'd hand them the tray when no one was there, or I would be playing on the porch and hear my mom calling me and when I'd go inside to see what she wanted it turned out she hadn't even called me... but other than that, nothing scary. One night, we were all in the living room watching TV with all the fans on when all of a sudden it got real cold in there and the lights in the lamps exploded. Mom and everyone else was pretty spooked, and Momma decided right then and there that even if we were staying there rent free plus her mini-salary, we were getting the heck out of there the next day... the other two tenants decided that they too were leaving the next day. Momma and I went to our room, and she went to shower. I remember feeling really weird about being in the bathroom by myself so I made my mom stay in the bathroom while I took a shower and I stayed in there while she took one, too. While we were still in the bathroom, there was loud banging on the door that echoed throughout the bathroom... I started crying and Momma jumped out of the tub and locked the door - we could hear the lady upstairs screaming her head off as well as the woman downstairs and this banging just kept going through the house getting louder and louder. Then it stopped. We got out of the bathroom, and just then the other two women ran from opposite directions yelling things like "Did you hear that?" and "What the &*$# was THAT?!". Since the owner wasn't there, we didn't have a man there to investigate. One of the ladies left that night and the other one was going to go with us in the morning. We went back to our room and packed up, and I sat on the bed to read and just wind down - Momma was sitting in the chair basically getting her stuff together, I guess grownup stuff. The room, always pretty cool, got gradually colder to the point that we both had sweaters on even with the windows open and it was about 75 outside. All of a sudden, the bed that I was on at first just felt like someone had sat down next to me... I thought nothing of it and didn't mention to Momma. Then it felt like someone sitting on the bed and bouncing on it, to the point to where it squeaked - even my mom was like, "Baby, quit bouncing the bed, that's annoying as all sin." Then before I could reply, it was like a scene straight from The Exorcist. I kid you not. We left that night. Here it is, almost 20 years later, my mother has passed on and I am a mother myself. I think about this form time to time, analyzing it and trying to find some sort of rhyme or reason to it. I brought myself to return to this house a few years ago after the death of my mother to see if I "felt" anything, and also to see if I was nuts or not... all that's left of it is the remains from a fire that, according to the neighbor who was still there after all these years, the really nice man had started himself to get rid of the bad things in that house. Go figure. The address of this property is on 14th street in Galveston, Texas. The seawall is a few blocks away. See for yourself, and good luck. |
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Sybil, New Jersey In June of 2000 I packed a bag, hopped in my car and drove down to New Orleans on a whim. I had just finished reading Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil and I was looking forward to seeing some of the places mentioned in the book. After 2 very long days in the car I arrived in New Orleans to find most of the Hotels full and no room at any of the local B&B's that would fit my budget. I finally found a room in a hostel in the French Quarter. No AC, TV or other amenities but it had a bed and was clean. After securing the room and dumping my knapsack on the bed I went out to explore the fascinating world of the French Quarter. I was so enthralled by the narrow streets with their old world charm, the lovely little art and antique shops, the out of the way cafe's with their fountained courtyards, that I didn't pay much attention to the time or the distance that I had walked. When the sun began to set I realized that I had been walking for hours and had taken no note of which way my fickle whims had taken me. I tried to find my way back to my room for a good hour and a half before I swallowed my pride and began asking passersby for a little help. Everyone I asked was polite and friendly however none could help me. Like a fool I had neglected to write down the address or number of the hostel. I was quite upset by this time and very angry at myself for getting in this situation. (Although not too upset - I have a talent for getting lost in the most charming of places.) I was about to give up and use some of my small cache of money to call for a cab when a young women approached me from the shadows of a nearby doorway. "Are you in need of help?" she asked me not unkindly. "Yes Miss," I replied "I've gotten myself lost again. Can you help me?" She laughed a little under her breath and took my hand "I can take you anywhere in New Orleans that you would care to go. I know this place very well." I was very glad to hear that and told her as much as I could about the place I was staying. She knew right away where it was and gently led me away. Within a space of no more then 20 mins. she had me right back outside my hostel. I let go of her hand, clapped in delight and turned to thank her but .... she was gone! In less then a heartbeat she had disappeared from my side. I do not know if she was a ghost or an angel or even just a very fast runner but I do know she probably saved my life. The next day I retraced my steps on a map and discovered that I had gotten lost in a section of New Orleans even the locals avoid, right near one of the major graveyards. It's funny, I remember her helping me and I remember how kind she was, but for the life of me I can not remember what she looked like. I couldn't even describe the clothes she was wearing or the color of her eyes, I can only remember how gently she took my hand and led me home. |
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THE LEGEND OF HOPKINS TOMB Michael, Hamilton, Ontario, Canada WHO WOULD HAVE KNOWN BACK IN 1996 THAT I WOULD BECOME PART OF AN URBAN LEGEND. I OWNED AN OCCULT STORE IN FORT ERIE ONTARIO CANADA, WHERE I SOLD SUPPLIES AND DID PSYCHIC READINGS. ONE DAY AN INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALIST FRIEND CAME TO ASK ME IF I HAD ANY INFORMATION ON HOPKINS TOMB IN PORT COLBORNE. I TOLD HIM WHAT I KNEW- THE TOMB WAS SAID TO BE CURSED AFTER THREE YOUNG MEN WHO HAD TRIED TO BREAK IN SUFFERED SIMILAR FATES. ONE LOST HIS LIFE IN A CAR ACCIDENT, ANOTHER WOULD LOSE HIS LEG IN A MOTORCYCLE ACCIDENT AND THE THIRD LOST AN ARM IN AN ACCIDENT. MY FRIEND ASKED IF I WOULD LIKE TO INVESTIGATE- I EAGERLY SAID YES. LITTLE DID I KNOW AT THE TIME THAT IT WOULD CHANGE MY LIFE FOREVER. WE SET OUT ON A FRIDAY NIGHT AFTER I CLOSED MY SHOP "THE OTHER WAY". IT WAS A PERFECT B-MOVIE NIGHT, RAIN, THUNDER AND LIGHTNING- YOU COULDN'T ASK FOR BETTER. THE JOURNALIST STAYED IN THE VAN TO VIDEOTAPE WHILE I AND ANOTHER FRIEND BRETT HOPPED THE RETAINING WALL AND APPROACHED THE TOMB. LEGEND STATES THAT IF YOU WISH TO BREAK THE CURSE YOU MUST CIRCLE THE TOMB SEVEN TIMES KNOCKING ON THE DOOR EACH TIME YOU PASS. BRETT DID JUST THAT AND UPON COMPLETION ASKED THAT I DO THE SAME. CONSIDERING MY YEARS OF WORK IN THE PARANORMAL I DECIDED IT WAS NOT NECESSARY- IT WOULD BE 24 HOURS BEFORE I REALIZED HOW WRONG I WAS. THAT NIGHT ENDED WITHOUT INCIDENT. THE NEXT NIGHT I WAS VISITING FAMILY IN NIAGARA FALLS ONTARIO. UPON LEAVING MY COUSINS HOUSE THE CAR I WAS IN HIT A TREE AT A HIGH RATE OF SPEED. I REMEMBER THE IMPACT AND THEN EVERYTHING WENT BLACK. THE NEXT THING I REMEMBER IS STANDING AT THE FOOT OF MY COUSIN'S DRIVEWAY SOME 300 OR MORE YARDS AWAY FROM THE SCENE- MY FACE COVERED IN BLOOD. WHEN I REGAINED MY FACULTIES I SENT MY COUSIN BACK TO THE CAR TO HELP MY SISTER AND THE DRIVER. WHEN MY COUSIN GOT TO THE CAR THE DRIVER WAS KICKING IN THE PASSENGER SIDE WINDOW AND PULLING MY SISTER OUT. IT WAS A BRAND NEW TWO DOOR CAR WITH ELECTRONIC WINDOWS. IT SEEMS THAT WHEN THE DRIVER AWOKE THE WINDOWS WERE UP, THE DOORS WERE LOCKED AND I WAS GONE. I HAD BEEN SITTING IN THE BACKSEAT OF THIS TWO DOOR CAR- NOBODY KNOWS HOW I ESCAPED. TO THIS DAY THE TOMB REMAINS A PLACE OF MYSTERY. HOPKINS HIMSELF HAS BEEN SAID TO VISIT THE TOMB DURING THE SPRING EQUINOX AND EVEN HIS OLD RELIABLE DOG HAS BEEN SAID TO HAVE BEEN SEEN GUARDING THE TOMB. IS IT CURSE OR COINCIDENCE THAT I SUFFERED A SIMILAR FATE TO THOSE YOUNG MEN WHOSE ADVENTURE HAD SPARKED OUR INVESTIGATION? IT IS UP TO EACH INDIVIDUAL TO DECIDE FOR THEMSELVES- I KNOW WHAT I BELIEVE. MICHAEL TEAL |
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Charlie, The Scariest Place on Earth My story happened a year ago in Weiss Lake (Alabama). My dad wanted me to go sailing with him. Although a storm was coming, I decided to go anyway. I helped get the main sail up and then the jib. My dad told me it was getting foggy and to come back and sit with him. As I turned around I could see a light approaching us. Must be a dock, I said to myself. It started to rain and thunder. The wind made us fly at top speed. It was really great - except for that the light I saw was getting bigger and brighter. Now at this point my dad saw it and decided to radio in and see if that person would answer. "Um, this is sailing vessel Kitana to boat with big shiny light on." He said. Nothing answered. "We will be >approaching you shortly and would wish for you to keep your light on!" He said again. Still no answer. By this time we got about 24 feet from the light and when we did , it went off. I went down to the cabin and got out our spot light. The rain made it hard to spot the light but I could see something different - something unusual - something - oh &*#$! There were three huge sharp rocks jutting out of the water. I could tell there were many shipwrecks there. My dad swung the boat over fast enough to avoid them. We decided to get the hell back to the club. But as we left the rocks, I could see a ghostly figure standing on the shore. He looked old - centuries old. Then I noticed the light again. He was holding a lantern to blind people who come near it. Was this just some weird person trying to kill people? Or was it a lost soul trying to catch a ride home? You decide... |
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Ducky, Frazier Park This may just be some weird coincidences, but I feel it's true. For the few weeks before the incident, I had been feeling some weird things in my house. I got that feeling that there was someone behind me even if there wasn't. I'd hear footsteps while I tried to sleep. Every once in a while I would hear a voice while I was alone. Once I heard a woman's voice and another time it was a man's, I think. The voices lasted for only a few seconds and I was listening to other things so I couldn't tell what they were saying. I told these things to my friends and they thought I was just paranoid. So we broke out the Ouija Board (Of course). I sat in the circle the first time. I swear I heard a very deep man's voice behind me. Once again I could not tell what he said, but it did creep me out. I asked the others if they had heard what I heard, but they just looked at me strangely. We lit candles, but the one with an angel on it kept going out so we didn't light it again. We began to speak to a few spirits. None of them could spell very well. We asked how it died and it said "Sevear death by adder." We stopped for a while because we got a lot of gibberish. Later, around midnight, we started again. There was a lot of us so only four people had their hand on the board. While we were talking to a 26 year old, there was a loud noise. I didn't see anything, but I heard the cup and frame drop. We all screamed and jumped to the other side of the room (since we were already creeped out). What happened was a baby picture of my little sister and a cup I had put there before was now on the ground. A friend of mine who wasn't in the circle said she saw the cup raise up and then fall. I saw nothing, so I cannot confirm or deny it. I was completely freaked as well as the friend who saw the cup raise so we went upstairs until the others finished. Before we left, we saw them ask Did you do that? It answered yes. They asked Did you do that to scare us? It said yes. They asked Will you do it again? It said yes. So they said good-bye to that spirit and we went upstairs. They found spirit to talk to after that. What I later found out was, this spirit was one of nine living in my house. He was 26 and liked camping. They asked his name and it replied, VKY. They asked if it meant Vicky and it said no. They asked if it was it's initials and I think it said no. They asked all kinds of questions. How long have you been dead? 7 months. Are you the ghost haunting Ducky? No. Are there any harmful ghosts? No. At one point, upstairs, my friend felt this cold spot in between us while we were talking about playing the guitar. Later, another friend told me they asked what my friend and I were talking about and it spelled - gu than x. We believe it was going to spell guitar, but got bored. It wouldn't talk to them after that. So my friend and I came back downstairs to see another friend off, the only one not staying the night. Four of my friends walked her to her car, while me, my upstairs friend and another stayed behind. The upstairs friend asked me if there was anyone in my kitchen. I said no because everyone was outside except for us. She said she saw a white misty person in the kitchen then in the dining room. My other friend nor I could see it, but my upstairs friend did. Later, she also swore she smelled donuts in a small space of our living room, we had no donut-like things in our house. So far, nothing else happened. I just have to live with the fact that I have 9 spirits in my house. |
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Cerberus, London, England My Father-in-Law was close to death. He lay in my arms, his large frame reduced to almost skeletal proportions by the disease that had long wracked his body. Apart from shaking his hand or slapping him on the back this was the first time I'd ever held him close. Englishmen are not normally prone to showing such signs of affection with other men. He was high on morphine and had started to ramble incoherently. I knew that the end was very near. Suddenly, in a loud clear voice he called out 'I can see the light! I CAN see the light! Not knowing what to say (for who amongst us has great experience of imminent death?) I replied gently 'Then follow it Tom'. Moments later he gave a convulsive shudder and stopped breathing. I felt an overwhelming sense of relief sweep over me. My wife and I had taken turns nursing him for three long months and had watched as her father, my friend, was slowly and painfully eaten away. It was with a great sense of relief that I laid his head on the pillows. Grief would come later. Straightening up I looked down at him. His eyes were open and clouded with the mist of death. Reaching down I tried to close them. It didn't work like in a movie though, where the hero passes his hand over the eyes of his dead comrade. Eventually and with difficulty I managed the task. As I was leaving the room I glanced back at the body. His eyes were open once more! I panicked thinking that he'd come back! Swiftly I crossed to the bed, bent down and placed my head close to his. There was no sign of life. It was purely a reflex muscle reaction that had re-opened his eyes. Once again I closed them and recalled that people used to place coins on the eyelids of the dead. I looked in his bedside cabinet (for I knew he kept some old pre-decimal coinage there) and found two large pennies with the head of Queen Victoria on them. Carefully I placed them on his closed eyes and left the room. The hallway was dark and I reached toward the light switch. Without my touching it the light came on! Bemused I switched it off. It came back on again on its own volition! I was too tired, too emotionally drained to rationalize what was happening. I remembered Tom's last strongly spoken words 'I CAN see the light!' I sat in my father-in-laws armchair my mind a blank. Suddenly his phone rang. Picking up the handset I answered the call. There was a faint time lapse and a hollow echo. 'Is Dad there?' Is he OK? It was my brother-in-law, Tom jnr, who was calling from Perth in Australia.& Before I could reply he continued 'I've just had a dream about Dad. He was standing at the foot of my bed and where his eyes were he had two large black holes!' There was a pause. 'He's dead isn't he? But why are his eyes black? How could Tom jnr have 'seen' his father virtually at the instant of his death from ten thousand miles away? How could he have known that I'd placed the coins on his father's eyes, which appeared to him in his 'dream' as large black holes? Without warning every light in the house came on. 'Yes' I thought ' Tom is indeed following the light'. |
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Anonymous I WAS IN BED ONE NIGHT SLEEPING. I REMEMBER THINKING WHILE STILL ASLEEP, SOMEONE IS WATCHING YOU! SOMETHING IS IN HERE WITH YOU. I BEGAN TO WAKE UP, FEELING SOMEONE STROKING THE HAIR ON MY FOREHEAD. MY EYES OPENED BUT NOTHING WAS THERE. THEN OUT OF THE CORNER OF MY EYE, I SAW HER. SHE WAS BENT OVER LOOKING AT ME WITH THIS MONA LISA GRIN. I STARTED TO RISE UP OUT OF BED AND SHE STOOD UP STRAIGHT, TURNED, LOOKED OVER HER SHOULDER AT ME, WALKED TO THE END OF MY BED, STILL LOOKING THE WHOLE WAY, TURNED AT THE FOOT OF MY BED AND TOOK A FEW STEPS AND THEN SHE JUST VANISHED!!! I NEVER RAN SO FAST IN ALL MY LIFE. MY HUSBAND WAS IN THE LIVING ROOM. HE GOES “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG ?? WHY ARE YOU UP AND DOWN SO MUCH TONIGHT?” I HAD NOT BEEN UP SINCE I WENT TO BED. WHEN I TOLD HIM THIS HE SAID YES YOU HAVE IN THE BATHROOM AND KITCHEN. HE STILL DOESN'T BELIEVE WHAT I SAW OR THAT I WAS IN BED THE WHOLE TIME. SHE HASN'T BEEN BACK SINCE. |
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Vanessa Clausen, Norfolk, NE One day, I wake up from this horrible dream. This guy was in our basement and so were my parents. (this is my dream I'm telling you about) I didn't know who the guy was, but he starts shriveling up and his skin turns green. Then it starts flaking off. Everyone was screaming. Then a voice comes out of nowhere and says "Hello, Kyle." Then this guy comes out of nowhere and starts chasing me. We do a couple rounds of the house, then we enter our basement again. then we come out and I run into my room and behind the door, but not closing it. He was way behind and thought I went into the upstairs. I run out the basement door outside and to our neighbors house. I then call 911. That's when I wake up. I was so scared my heart was beating 200 miles an hour. I couldn't move. Then I practically fainted into my sleep after about three hours just sitting there unmoving and stiff. I've had a lot of horror dreams before, but none as intense as this one. |
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Leanne, Essex Every night Jack- the Jack Russell would sleep at the foot of his owner, Lisa's bed, one night, as Lisa climbed into her snug warm bed, she realized that Jack wasn't there. She found this strange but just ignored it. Lisa woke up in the middle of the night, she had been doing this a lot lately, but as much as she tried, she couldn't get back to sleep. Little things would annoy her. In this case, it was the sound of a faucet dripping, ..DRIP...DRIP....DRIP. She decide to investigate where the sound was coming from, so she got up and checked the tap in her wash room... there was nothing to be seen. She listened quietly to see where the sound was coming from... ..DRIP...DRIP....DRIP, but every time she checked a tap, the sound got quiet. She thought that if she tried to get to sleep the sound would go away, but as she got back into bed, the sound got LOUDER! ...DRIP....DRIP...DRIP UNTIL IT HURT. SHE WAS SCREAMING FOR HELP BUT NO ONE CAME TO HER RESCUE, IT WAS AS IF THEY COULDN'T HEAR HER. THERE IT WAS AGAIN...DRIP....DRIP...DRIP.... "STOP IT, PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE!" She screamed... silence. She opened her eyes and walked towards the shower door, and slowly reached out to open it, her goose-bump covered quivering arm could barely pull on the handle..."AHHHHHHHHHH!" LISA GAVE A BLOOD CURDLING SCREAM AT THE SIGHT OF JACK HANGING FROM THE SHOWER HOOK WITH HIS BLOOD DRIPPING INTO THE FLOOR OF THE SHOWER-...DRIP ...DRIP....DRIP.... |
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Nikki, La Porte, Indiana Okay, this didn't happen to me, but before our family moved (once our house got built) we used to live in a trailer (which is like 10 feet from where we live now because we have a lot of land). Well anyway, one night my parents got into a fight and my mom slept out in the living room and my dad slept in his room. That night my dad was sleeping in his room when he woke up to go to the bathroom. As he returned to his room and laid down his bedroom door slammed shut. He thought it was the wind that blew the door shut so he laid there all alone in the dark. Not but two minutes later he said he got these cold chills, so he pulled the covers tighter over him. About ten minutes later he said he looked up and saw a figure that was floating with a blue sailor dress looking at him smiling. He said the figure looked very familiar to him. He said the figure stood over him for about a minute, if that, and then disappeared. He said he thought he was dreaming it so I just fell asleep. The next morning the door was still shut from what he thought was the wind but when he looked over at the windows they were closed tightly. He decided to tell my grandma what he saw and to his amazement he found out it was his great aunt. He was about six or so when she died and never went to her funeral, only his mom did. He described the outfit that she wore and my grandma sad that was the dress that she was buried in. My grandma thinks that she just came to pay a visit on my dad because that used to be one of her favorite nephews. Ever since then my dad has not seen or heard of that spirit ever again. That was about ten years ago when I was six, but now I’m sixteen. Is that weird or what? Not my mom, brother, or me woke up that night when the door slammed shut. |
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Pleasantville, North Korea I live in a big mansion in Pleasantville with a big back yard. My next door neighbor (which we never really met) was digging outside, a very deep hole (you can see him inside still digging). I wondered what he was doing at 2am in the morning. I was getting water. Well, the next day I told my mom and she said she didn't know any neighbor. Anyway, for 2 months I saw the same things and the hole was getting deeper. I ask the other neighbors if they knew what was going on with him. They said no one lived in that house for 16 years. They said strange noises happened after Koonya Polpa buried himself alive with his DEAD wife!!! ...HE WAS A GHOST!!! |
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Shelly, Utah My experience with this certain "spirit" happened when I was sixteen. I was extremely depressed and had been thinking about suicide for a few days, but on this night the thought never left my mind. I recall waking and looking at my alarm clock, which read 3:26 AM. It was then that I realized that I was laying with my head at the foot of my bed and my bedroom door was wide open. (I never slept with the door open or with my head at the foot of my bed.) My bedroom light was still dimmed and my cat was sound asleep next to me. Suddenly the light turned off and my cat jumped on top of me, she was hissing wildly, her back was arched, and she was swatting at something. It was then that the figure entered my room. It was a human form, but it did not have any features, nor did it seem to have a gender. The form was fuzzy...like a television channel that is not televising a station. I was paralyzed by fear. I couldn't move or scream, even though I tried. The only thing I was thinking over and over was, "I don't want to die, yet...I don't want to die, yet..." The figure walked around my bed and stood by my head. It leaned over and gently kissed my forehead, then walked back out of my room. I remained motionless until I heard my father getting ready for work around 5 AM. The weird thing is that when I saw the spirit, I really thought it was my time to "go." I still don't understand why I was so positive that he/she was here to take me to "the other side." Anyway, it made me realize how precious life is. |
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Angel, New Orleans, LA I've lived in the same house since I was about four or five. I know this doesn't sound strange, but keep reading. Before my mom and I moved into the house, it had already burned down twice. The first time it happened was around thirty years ago, and a young girl died in the fire. The part of the house that was seriously burned was the front part that faces the street. Later, when the house was rebuilt, a garage replaced the burned rooms. Around fifteen years later, the garage caught fire, and killed a young girl, AGAIN. That takes our total up to two deaths, both young girls around nine or ten. When I moved into the house, about ten years ago, I had no clue about what had happened before I moved. A few years later, I was around eight or nine, I awoke to the sound of a young girl's voice. I had one dog at the time named Bouncie. The young girl's voice was saying, "Bouncie will be my puppy in a few years. Bouncie is my puppy." My cousin was due in the next day, so I assumed that she had come in early and was trying to freak me out. I just shouted at her, "Ash! GO AWAY! I'm sleepy!" I turned over to my side and when I turned back to get my dog, she had vanished. I started screaming and my parents came in to see if I was okay. I was in hysterics, screaming about Bouncie and Ash. My mom got me calmed down and told me that Ash wasn't there yet. The next day, before Ash came in, I went to my Aunt K's house and asked her about the history of my house. She told me about the fires and the two deaths. I freaked out and refused to sleep in my room for around a month. The young girl's ghost had resembled me a little bit. Her hair was a light brown, hanging down to her mid-back. Her eyes had been a dark chocolate brown. Her skin looked like an Italian; light caramel and honey mixed. Her nightgown was long, grazing the floor and had a high neck and long sleeves. The really scary part of all this is, a few years later, my dog Bouncie did die. The night he died, the ghost visited me again and said, "I told you Bouncie would be my puppy!" And after she said that, Bouncie, who was dead, came up and licked her hand. Five seconds later, they vanished. I'm almost sixteen now, and in April, it will mark eleven years since we moved in. I have had my share of ghost encounters, but this one was just about the freakiest. |
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Miss Brenda, La Porte, Indiana THERE ARE A LOT OF STORIES ABOUT THE DAMNED WALKING THE EARTH . THIS STORY IS SIMILAR TO THE OLD COWBOY STORY, THAT WAS WRITTEN INTO A SONG DURING THE LATE 40’S AND EARLY 50'S. THIS STORY COMES FROM DEEP IN CAJUN COUNTRY. ONCE UPON A TIME, A WIFE BEGGED FOR HER HUSBAND TO JOIN HER AT CHURCH ON SUNDAY. THE HUSBAND WANTED TO GO HUNTING. IT WAS A GOOD DAY FOR IT, AND MOST OF THE OTHER MEN WOULD BE AT CHURCH. REGRETTABLY, SHE LET HIM GO. THE MAN WENT DEEP INTO THE BAYOU WITH HIS DOG. HE FELT KIND OF GUILTY FOR HUNTING ON THE LORD’S DAY, AND DISTURBING THE SILENCE WITH HIS GUN SHOTS. AS THE DAY WENT BY, THE MAN HEARD THE SOUND OF HOUNDS HOWLING. THEIR HOWLS WERE PAINFUL AND HAUNTING. A SHIVER OF FEAR RAN THROUGH HIS BODY. SOON AFTER, THE MAN COULD HEAR THE SOUND OF FOOTSTEPS AND MEN. HE LOOKED AROUND AND SAW NO ONE. A PARALYZING FEELING OF UNEXPLAINABLE FEAR CAME OVER HIM. THE MAN'S DOG BECAME VERY QUIET AND SCARED. HE TRIED TO HIDE BEHIND AN OLD CYPRESS TREE. THE MAN LOOKED UP INTO THE BRANCHES OF THE TREE. HE SAW A HUNTING PARTY STAGGERING ACROSS THE SKY. THE DOGS WERE TIRED, BUT HAD TO GO ON. THEY HOWLED A MOURNFUL CRY. THE MEN WERE RAGGED. THEY LOOKED LIKE THEY HAD NOT SLEPT FOR CENTURIES, WHICH WAS PROBABLY SO. ONE OF THE MEN GLANCED IN THE MAN'S DIRECTION. AN ERIE GLOW STREAMED FROM THE MAN'S FACE. ALL THE MAN COULD DO WAS WATCH THE MOTLEY CREW, UNTIL THEY DISAPPEARED OVER THE CYPRESS TREE'S BRANCHES. THE MAN RAN HOME WITH HIS DOG, AS FAST AS HE COULD. HE GOT HOME. TOOK OFF HIS HUNTING GEAR. AND WENT TO JOIN HIS WIFE AT CHURCH. HE NEVER WENT HUNTING ON A SUNDAY AGAIN. |
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Katlin, New Orleans Well, I NEVER thought of my house as Haunted until a couple of encounters!! Like one day I was in the kitchen and the door knob just turned quickly and opened. Then another day my Mom was cooking and turned the stove off and I went back in the kitchen and it was on- just little things like that!!! But the main thing that freaked me out was when we were using our inside grill and we got finished cooking and then my Mom put it back up, and about 15 minutes later I went back in there and it was plugged up and really Hot!!! Nobody in our house was even in there!! Oh Yeah also sometimes when I’m asleep I'll wake up and hear SOMEONE call my name!!!! But Stuff Happens!!!!!! |
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No One, Australia One night a group of friends and myself had gone on a Halloween tour of one of the prisons in our town as an outing (Fremantle Prison). There were about 20 of us and we started in the clothing quarters where all the prisoners were given their uniforms and some of the girls started to get spooked saying that they could hear noises. The prison had been officially closed as a place for prisoners for about five years and re-opened as a tourist attraction the past two years or so. As we neared the main holding cell block all the tour guides dressed up as ghosts started jumping out making everyone go on edge. When they jumped out they each told a little story about the prison and it's famous prisoners. As one of the tour guides was telling their story I decided to walk up a little farther. I checked out one of the fully decked out cells and as I turned around I felt a chill run through my body and I felt like my head was being pushed to look upwards. Sure enough, as I looked up I saw the light from outside shining through the window and I saw a shadow walking past the window. I waited thinking that it was a tour guide that was going to jump out and try to scare us but no one jumped out and when I looked back for the group they were at the end of the cell block. No one saw me standing there; they had moved on looking for me but I was standing in the middle of the hallway where everyone could see me, for those couple of minutes I was in my own little world, then re-appeared again. According to all 19 of my friends I disappeared but I didn’t go anywhere, I was just looking up at the shadow. |
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Alien Boi, Singapore It just happened to me at a camp but I will not say what camp. The camp was pretty fun.... which was in my school, and had a history of about 16 or 17 years? Everything was fine till the second night. They had this activity called the "Solo Walkout" it’s some sort of "game", but we know it is more than a game. I did not know anything about it till that night. We were given a route to walk at night (midnight to be exact) around the school and sign some checkpoints. Sounds pretty normal right? Wrong! The bad thing is that you will be walking SOLO! Alone in the school at night walking around. OK....it's not so bad; there will be seniors walking around on patrol. So it got started. All of us gathered at a place. (only lower Secs have to walk - or lower grade they call it in the Western countries; the upper Secs patrol). They started by telling some ghost stories about the school till midnight then they start the walk. I was one of the first to walk. All was normal, being scared by Seniors and so on till I reached the Bio Lab. It was said the lab was haunted by this fetus, and that sometimes at night people would heard some funny sounds there such as baby crying. I took no notice till I walked up the corridor. The place was like an L shape in which you will walk in a straight line then the last room in the line is the lab then you take a 90 degree turn and walk on to the corridors of the classrooms. I was walking past the lab when I heard the funny sounds. First I heard a baby crying!!! Then I noticed that one of the lights in the lab was on! There was no place I could see in the lab other then the top window near the ceiling in which I saw the light and behind the lab where the only thing there were windows....you will be able to see what is inside the lab. The light was the one above the showcase of the fetus!!! (I had been in there before.) I stopped walking and listened but no sound was heard. Then I continued walking and I heard someone calling my name. I walked faster. Then when I was outside the classrooms I realized where the sound was coming from.....the lab. I looked through the windows behind the lab......and guess what? I SAW SOMEONE IN THE LAB LOOKING AT ME!!! I did not recognize the person but he knew my name!!! It can't be true! The bio lab is locked especially at night!!! My instincts told me to run. I ran and ran and finally ran into a senior. I told him everything. He gathered a group of people to go there. When we got there, we heard nothing and did not see anything. They thought I was playing a prank. This is the first time I have told this story, if you have any questions, please feel free to contact me at (alien__boi @hotmail.com). |
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Anonymous, Richmond, Indiana It was about 9:30 when I went to bed . It was cold in my room that night so I asked my two little brothers to sleep with me in my room. Before I went into the room my brothers had gone in. As I went into the room they were under the covers hiding. I asked what was wrong and my little brother Nathan told me that he heard something fall but nothing fell. I told them to go to sleep and it was just their imagination. Later on that night I woke up to some tapping on the wall. I thought it was just my brothers trying to scare me. When I woke up the next morning my dolls were faced the other way. I did not pay any attention to them, I just turned them back around the way they were the night before. The next night I slept in my dads room with my step mom because she was scared of the house. I set the alarm for 5:30 to wake up in time for school. When I woke up to the alarm clock I looked at it to make sure I didn't wake up late, but when I looked at it it was going backward: ,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 and then it would keep on doing it over and over. I told my dad but he did not believe me. I went to my grandfather to ask him maybe if the house was haunted, and it was, he said. I found out that a old couple lived there before my grandpa bought it and one died in my room and the other died in my dads closet. They were murdered and the guy who murdered them had a watch on when he killed them and it feel off in the very same room my dad and step mom sleep in now. The watch was evidence to the murder. The next day I went to the library and found out the exact same thing! HOW WEIRD |
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Mel, California When I was in Auburn (actually I lived there in a women’s shelter with my mom), and at this place people claimed to have seen ghosts because it had been a loony bin during World War II. They say that lots of people died there. During the time I lived there, me and my friends found some weird stuff, and I felt a weird presence. |
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AJ, Denver, Colorado I guess this happened when I was about 9. I had just woken up, it was 1 or 2 in the morning and I'd had a really bad nightmare. Everyone else was asleep. I just sat up in bed ...then I saw a pale white figure standing in the hall. She was tall, 5'8 maybe, with clothes from the 1920's-30', and was in her late20's. She was just standing there, I guess I had been really scared. She just smiled. I could tell she wasn’t there to hurt me. A few minutes later she started to walk away, and as she did so she started to fade away then she was gone .I felt a sense of relief, and I never saw her again... |
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Anonymous This is not really a ghost story, it's kind of a coincidence or sixth sense. I have this dream that I am falling. Most of the time it is just me and nothing around me it is all black. I always wake up before I fall though. Whenever I have this dream I wake up real worried. I just noticed not too long ago that a couple of weeks after this dream happens someone in my family ends up dying. It is real freaky and disturbing. |
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