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If you have a true ghost story that you would like to share with us please submit it here.
Ghost boy and Grandma waving from the back of a hearst.....
15 years ago I lived in a very rural area of South Western Virginia. This is
also the area I grew up in. I was pregnant with my now 14 year old son, and
was home bound. Take in account that this was a very rural area and there
were very few places that were available to rent. I moved into a home that
was beside my family cemetery. Morbid I know but I had no where else to live
at that time. Some of the things that I witnessed to this day bring cold
chills to my spine.
One night I heard a noise coming up the road, it got closer. It was a bugle
playing taps. Never saw anyone. It seemed to stop once it got to the
cemetery 2 days later there was a death in the family and taps were played.
I was out in the yard pulling weeds from my flower garden. I heard someone
yell Hey, I turned around and there standing across the road was a man who
looked like the pictures I had seen of my grandfather whom who had passed
away before I was even born. He said, I want to talk to you. I went to the
edge of the road and he said I just want you to know that you are going to
have a green eyed, blonde haired baby boy. He then vanished in front of my
eyes. My son has green eyes and blonde hair. No one in my family nor sons
father's has green eyes. We all have Blue.
Needless to say I moved out of this house as quickly as I could find
somewhere else to go. Just to scary, I never believed in ghost until after
My grandmother passed away 2 years after the birth of my son. I was
extremely close to my grandmother. My 1st cousin was riding in the car with
me when we went from the church to the cemetery. I was following the Hearst.
When we got to the cemetery my cousin and I sat with our eyes wide open
cause there was grandma sitting up in the back of the Hearst waving bye to us
and telling us she would miss us. My cousin and I never spoke of this again
but we both heard her and saw her wave bye to us.
REALLY Haunted House!
I have a scary story. My dad told me this one. It
happened to him and his friends while they were in
One day my dad and a group of his friends went to a
place in Carpenteria California that they had heard
was haunted. It was some old house out in a field off
of a dirt road somewhere. When they finally found it
they went inside and looked around but of course
nothing weird happened so they left. They had decided
to go back a couple weeks later and when they got to
where the house was it was gone. There was no dign of
a house ever being there because the grass and weeds
were as tall as grass and weeds can get. There was no
foundation left or no ashes or anything. It had just
Ok now I have goosebumps and my eyes have become
watery so gotta go.
Evil inside causes fire
Last September, the apartment that shares a wall with mine, caught on
fire (luckily he wasn't home at the time). The fire started on his side of
the bathroom wall which is the wall that separates my toilet from his! That
morning at about 5 am, I was still up from the night before, I had started
working on a project and couldn't sleep. I went to the bathroom, and had
such an eerie feeling, I couldn't bring myself to sit down to go! Even
worse, my cat, Smokey Joe, who usually follows me everywhere in this
apartment, wouldn't come in the bathroom with me! I felt that something was
going to come through the wall and grab me. After about 10 minutes I decided
to go to bed. Less than four hours later, my nieghbor's apartment was
totally destroy, and the only damage to mine was some cracked paint on that
Grandpa comforts her as she sleeps
My grandfather died when I was 15. He was on vacation in Greece with my
grandma when he had a anurism. I was asleep, and dremt that grandpa was
sitting on my bed. He told me he had to go. I asked him to take me with him,
and he said not yet, you have so much to do. In my dream I was crying
because I knew he was leaving, but I couldn't go with him either. He said he
would always be with me, all I had to do was call for him, and he would
guide me through it. I said good bye, and gave him a hug. My mom woke me up
from this dream to say that dad was there (my parents are divorced). I
walked out to the living room and knew that grandpa was dead. Everyone cried
except for me, even at the wake and the funeral, I knew grandpa was standing
right beside me.
When ever I feel that I'm in a tough spot, or need some help, I just think
of grandpa, and I get the response I need.
Ghost of woman loves cats!
I lived in a cottage a few blocks from where I presently live in the
neighborhood of University Hieghts (my out of town friends think it's the
perfect name for a horror film town!). I moved in with my trusty side kick
of a cat, Smokey Joe. From the nieghbor, I found out the guy that lived in
my cottage before me was a complete nut. Needless to say, strange things
happened all the time. Cabinets would open themselves, stuff would fly off
the shelves, you name it, it happened! One of my friends suggested that I
burn sage, and ask the bad spirits to leave because they were no longer
welcome. It worked!! Not long after that, I injured my knee at work, and was
on bed rest for 2 weeks. My nieghbor had just picked up some books about our
nieghborhood's history, and brought them over for me to read. I was up late
(I guess I'm naturally a night owl) when Smokey Joe came walking down the
hallway towards my bedroom. I loked, and he was three feet of the ground!
YIKES! Then I saw her. The most beuatiful older lady, with grey hair and a
mu-mu on. She was carrying Smokey Joe. I just watched her, too shocked to
say anything! She put Smokey Joe on my bed and walked back down the hallway
and vanished! Now, I couldn't sleep. So I started looking through the books
my nieghbor had brought over. The woman who had owned the property, had
lived in my cottage, and died in my bedroom. She loved cats. Her heirs were
still fighting over the property 10 years after her death. I never saw her
again, but often felt her presence.
My boyfriend at the time, saw her one night when he was stepping out of the
shower. He came running into the bedroom, wanting to know how I did that! I
had a small cupboard above my closet, and I would often find Smokey Joe up
there, sleeping. I never figured out how he got up there, because there was
no furnature near the closet that he could jump on. But, Smokey Joe was
never scared of the lady, and so, I never was either!
Ghostly door in the woods......
Hi I just sent you a scary story the other day about a
disappearing house. Well I have another one that my
boyfriend told me. It happened when he was little and
was in the boy scouts.
He had gone on a camping trip up in the Olympic
Mountains in Washington with his boy scout troop.
While up there he and two other boys went on a hike by
themselves and after awhile they saw an old door right
there in the middle of the woods! So they went up to
it and decided to go through the door even though they
could see the other side since it wasn't to a house or
anything it was just a lonely door to no where. Or so
they thought. Anyway they went through it and when
they entered they realized they were in complete
darkness. They could still hear eachother and even
the birds out side. But since it wasn't connected to
a house they couldn't understand why it was dark.
Brett said that he felt totaly at peace though and was
not scared. Even though no words were spoken they
felt something telling them to leave because it was
not there time to go. So they left and looked back
and still saw the door standing all alone there in the
woods. They didn't get to go back to show anyone so
for all he knows it could still be there.
Pretty creepy huh! I love this stuff! I told him I
want to see this door and I want to find the spot
where my dad saw that house because I want to believe
in something other than real obviously existing stuff
too! Thanks for letting me share these stories with
Can your pets see ghosts???
The house I grew up in was built by my grandfather, actually my mothers
step-father who always considered her his own, when my parents married,
grandpa gifted this triplex apartment home to my parents. He had moved the
house to its present location from where he'd originally built it, and then
added on. When I was very young grandpa and I had a very close relationship,
into my pre-teen and early teen years grandpa developed alzheimers disease
and slowly faded away forgetting everything and everyone, grandma, his own
children and even me. But he always remembered my mother and cheered up
whenever she was around. I missed him alot and took his death really hard,
because you see, he had forgotten me.
A few months after his death I was alone one evening about age 13, I had both
a dog "Joe" and a cat "spider" at the time. For some reason this evening I
had an uneasy feeling about being alone, the house seemed darker and quieter
than normal. All of a sudden both the cat and dog went crazy, barking and
hissing, hairs on end at the entrance area into our house. They say that
animals can sense things that we as humans can't. I believe that my
grandfather was checking up on me that night, and that my animals just didn't
recognize him as they had never seen him.
Thanks for the ear,
Grandma said CLOSE THE DOOR!
When I was 17 years old......21 years ago....not long after great grandma
Carruthers had passed strange occurences started happening in our home.
Great grandma always ate at the breakfast nook in our huge home.....big
enough to house 13 family members....well, she died in the home. When she
was living, she always complained that the door open left a chill in
her...even if it was 90! After her death, if we had that door open, it
would mysteriously close with a slam....not a person would be anywhere near
it! That isnt all! We would often hear her footsteps upstairs with the
familiar thump of that cane and the bathroom door close...Im not done
yet....On the day that we were moving out of that big house, I got the
strangest eerie feeling. All of a sudden this white mist comes down the
stairs, into the kitchen, and out the door with a slam. Needlss to say...I
RAN OUTTA THERE LIKE A BAT OUTTA HELL LEAVING EVERY DOOR THAT WAS OPEN WIDE
OPEN!!!!!! That isnt my only ghostly experience, there was one of my dead
first husband who was murdered but I will save that for another time.
Ghost who loved tv!
This is my REAL scary story.
7 years ago, my husband and I moved into our home with our 3 children..ages
6,5,and 3. My 5 year old son had his own room downstairs while the rest of us
had our rooms upstairs. Almost the first night, I noticed my son was leaving
his tv on all night. No matter how much I talked, scolded, or grounded him,
nothing seemed to work. The tv was left on all night.
My 3 year old daughter, a lively imaginative little imp, started having
imaginary friends after the first week or so. It got to the point where I
even had to make these friends lunch...haha. Her "best friend" was a "really
tall guy with a long black coat" named Danny. I humored her for about 3
months. Then one day, she was visiting her real friend, our next door
neighbor, Katie. Katie's mother called me in hysterics and asked me to please
come over immediately, which I did. When I inquired as to what my darling
little angel could have done to make her so upset, she replied that my
daughter was in the living room and noticed a picture on the mantel. Tiffany
(my little imp) looked at the picture and said "That's Danny." I asked why
this would upset the woman so much and she told me that the gentleman in
question was named Danny. I thought that this would explain where my daughter
came up with at least one of her imaginary friends, until Katie's mother
explained to me that "Danny" was really this gentleman's name, that he had
committed suicide in my home about 2 years prior to us moving in (a fact my
landlord conveniently failed to mention) and that the downstairs bedroom of
my house used to be his room. She also told me that she had just put the
picture on the mantel the night before and this was the first time my darling
little Tiffany had seen it.
I immediately brought my daughter home and discreetly questioned her...at
which time she told me that she already knew Danny was a ghost, and so were
all of her other friends. She said she would have told me this sooner, but I
never asked. Ah, the minds of a 3 year old girl.
That night, I went to my son's room to once again turn off his tv. As I went
to leave the room, the tv turned back on by itself. I had a brilliant
idea....I asked Danny to please leave the tv off at night, due to the
tremendous electric bill I was receiving (I felt like a fool talking out loud
to myself). As I watched, the tv went out by itself....and we never had
another problem with it.
Keep up the great work.....
In the summer of 1988, I, for reasons I don't really remember anymore, wanted to see a ghost. I did a little research in my home town of Clifton Park, NY, and soon found that threre was a place outside of Troy, New York, that seemed the most likely place for me to see one. One August day,my brother and eye jumped in my van and headed off for the place that locals call, Pinewoods Cemetery. That is not it's real name, but rather what the locals call it because it is located on Pinewoods Avenue. It's actual name is Forest Park, and it was created in the early 20th century as a parklike setting alternative to the traditional places such more common to the area. Unfortunately, the co-op that owned it only managed to build the main mausoleum at the center of the park, and managed to bury a few bodies there. How many, no-one I've talked to knows for sure, since most of the records are incomplete, and most of the actual markers and headstones have been vandalized or stolen. To get back on track, we went there in the afternoon, not actually expecting to see anything in the daylight, but really as a reconoiter for a place to spend the night. To be truthful, we weren't exactly respectful to our location. we littered and joked, even climed a few of the larger statues that are buried deep in the tremndously overgrown underbrush. We urinated pretty much where we wanted, although neither of us intentionally violated a grave in this way. I want that to be very clear. Regardless of whatever we found there, we were not there to offend anyone. we just didn't think. Anyhow. we plunged through the tangled masses of vines and hideously mutated 'mumm trees'. The latter were the result of decades of uncontrolled growth of plants that produced blossoms that looked like monstrous mumms, but they were bloated and stank of what smelled like rotting grapes. To see a tree a hundred feet high actually covered with these blossoms like some sort of radioactive blisters was really disturbing. And everywhere you looked, there were more of them. We took pictures of the devastated mausoleum, of the small alter beside it, and the large burn-pit just inside the doors. There was no sighn of any bodies, but there was evidence of caskets mixed in with the smashed marble that made up the crypts. As we made our way through the trails, and off them, we saw many strange things. Trees that grew up out of the ground for ten feet, then turned 180 degrees and grew back into the ground. Huge, five foot diameter trees literally snapped in half five or six feet off the ground, theupper half laying fifteen or more feet away, but pointing in the wrong direction, I mean, their tops were pointing towards the stumps, instead of away from them. And these huge trees were the only ones in their areas that were damaged. There were larger trees right next to them, that had no damage. There might be as much as a quarter mile between damaged trees, it was really bizarre to see. At some points during our trek, we could distinctly smell roses, lilac and lavender, although there was not a single plant of that type to be found. At one point, we clearly heard the sound of a baby crying, as if it were only ten feet away, but there was nothing. The nearest housing development was a mile away, in the opposite direction and on the other side of Pinewoods Avenue. We tried to be logical about it, and chalked the incidents to air inversions and accoustical improprieties. After all, we had seen nothing that would concern us with coming back at night. The place was badly in need of clearing, but it was no different than any other overgrown lot in the world,with the exception of the graves, of course. We found a clearing right off the main trail that had several graves from the 'fifties. We found these to be odd, because research showed that no-one was supposed to have been interred since before WWII, but we shrugged it off, chalking it up to family plots and misinformation from our sources. This would be the spot that we would spend the night in. It was about fifty feet across at it's widest, and almost abutted the mausoleum, which, even though it was only ten feet beyond the trees, couldn't be seen at all. It was open enough where clear sky could be seen above, and surrounded by the mumm trees and underbrush. After leaving to get supplies, namely new flashlights, batteries, food, (and for my brother, beer. I don't drink, and hadn't at this point, for five years). We went back to Pinewoods at seven at night, giving us two hours or so to set up and explore. We went back to the clearing, and set up my camera, ate dinner, andlooked around. We found that behind us, under a huge mass of brambles, was indeed a family plot. At it's center was a large stone statue of a seated angel. It was heavily vandalized, missing head and arms. Around it, arranged in a circle were several graves, exactly how many, I no longer remember, but it was a goodish number. The brambles that grew up to obscure the plots from view did not originate form the plot, but actually from outside it, growing up and over the area to act as a shelter, what we called "the Grotto". By now, the sun was going down, and as we stood in the grotto, I had the distinct feeling of my breath slowly being taken away. My brother commented on it, too. It felt as if someone had placed a wide leather strap around our chests, and was slowly tightening it every time we exhaled, so that when we took in air, our lungs would not hold as much as they had after the previous intake. After several moments of this, we left the grotto for the clearing, unnerved a bit, but not scared. We discussed the feeling, and believed that the damp, oppressive atmosphere of the overgrown forest was to blame. It was at about this time that several things happened. First, a light blue mist, seemingly glowing, began to rise from the tall grass up. Pictures taken during this time show the mist, but only as a white vapor, and not nearly as abundantly as it was at the time. Secondly, dogs began to bark far away, lots of them. Then, the baby cries started again, and the the scent of roses became very prominant. At this point, the sun was down far enough where we would need to use our flashlights. We used them sparingly, knowing that we would be needing them all night, and, spare batteries or not, we didn't need to chance it. I took a few more pictures, and suddenly, and I know this sounds incredibly stupid, but it's true- from the grotto came a sound, a long, squealing sound. It haunts me in my dreams, even now, ten years later. Every horror movie ever made always has the same dumb scene, the point where either and old door opens, or a casket or secret panel opens with a rusty scream. The sound that came from the grotto was unquestionably the most frightening thing I had ever heard,and went on for almost three seconds. It was such a visual sound that one could imagine the individual dirt particles and rust being shoved aside by what sounded like a hinges' passage. I squashed my fears as best I could and swung my light up to illuminate that spot. We saw nothing, and even though we were both shaken, agreed that someone was in there screwing around with us. Maybe a bunch of kids from the area that saw my van parked out on the road and decided to mess with the Visitors. So we taunted them, threw rocks into the grotto, even heard the stones hitting the headstones. Then three things happened. First, from the area of the grotto came a low, long moaning, clearly audible to both of us. Second, the unmistakeable smell of freshly overturned hummous overtook us. Thinking back, if I close my eyes now, I can almost see the brownish earth, laden with worms and what-not. But these two things are explainable. Temperature inversions, runaway imaginations carried off by unknown stimuli. Lots of solutions. The third was not. Both flashlights immediatley began to fade. Slapping then on the sides with our hands had no effect. My brother and I decided simultaneously to get the hell out of there. I remember saying over and over that this was impossible, that even if both lights had bad batteries, they both could not fail together. My brother said, "the hell with this, head for the van." We did. I had just come back from the Navy, so I was in far better shape than my brother, who hadn't run in ten years. Needless to sday, I found myself a good distance ahead of him, and I encouraged him to speed up. As I came around a bend in the trail and began to head towards the trail that lead, ultimately, to the gate, the blue mist that had been hugging the ground flared up, almost brilliantly, and I saw that the forest around the trail was in motion. The trees and branches that hung over the trail seemed to be moving downward and in, and the trail before me seemed to be a long, narrowing tunnel, with the hole at the far end rapidly closing. I turned as I ran, meaning to tell my brother hurry up, when he screamed. And I mean SCREAMED. He's 6' 2" ex-biker-now prison guard for the state of New York. I had seen him many times in my life badly hurt and scared, but I had never heard anything like this. I remember seeing his face, illuminated in that awful light, and it was horribly twisted in terror. That is all I saw, then, but I'll get back to that later. I turned back around and sprinted that last few feet, literally diving through the extremely narrow opening that the tunnel had left. My brother came next, shouting about how "It touched me!" and "What the hell was that?" We tore out of the cemetery and ran up to my van. Sure enough, there were some kids parked there next to us, drinking and talking. They took one look at us and jumped into their cars and flew away. They had heard us coming, but when they saw our faces, it was too much for them. We jumped into my van, and I turned on the dome light to look at my brother. He was not making any sense, but I gleened enough information to understand that something long and extremely cold had grabbed the back of his neck and pony tail as he ran behind me, and sure enough, there was a red mark there when I moved his hair out of the way and looked. He dropped his flashlight on the floor between us and it turned on. It worked fine. I tested mine, and it,too, functioned perfectly. This was not the end of the story, however. I started the van and pulled into traffic. I know the streets of Troy fairly well, and my brother had lived ther for years over his lifetime. We both new that we had to head west on Pinewoods, make a right at the light, go about three miles and cross the Hudson River, and we would be almost home. I took the right, drove three miles... and found myself right back in front of the cemetery. We literally freaked. I am, by trade, an electronics technician. I have studied everything from nuclear physics to poltergiest activities in adolescent females. I know there is an explanation for EVERYTHING, but I can't think of one for the flashlights, and how we wound up back where we started after only making one turn. I went home that night and wrote everything down, exactly as it happened. The few people who read it scoffed at it and accused me of making it up. I went back to Pinewoods the next day with some friends. I found the cooler my brother had been carrying as we ran through the forest to leave the place. It lay in the trail, completely crushed under his arm in his frenzy to escape. A trail of full beers led back to where the rest of our stuff still lay in the clearing. We gathered it up and left. I went back there back several times over the next year,but never stayed there much later than sundown. I heard the baby again, and smelled the roses, but that was all. It was two years before my brother went back, and the only reason he did was because my wife and his girlfriend were with us. Male Ego, and all that. Plus, by that time, word of my document, and copies of my pictures made it to the town board. Pinewoods has since been bushhogged and cleaned up considerably. It can now be mostly seen from the road. The last strange thing that happened took place three days after our failed attempt to spend the night. I dreamed that I was back on the trail, and I had just turned to look at my brother as he started to scream, and behind, reaching out with shattered arms, was a statue of an angel reaching out for him, and his face was the mask of horror I recall. When I told him this, he became convinced that I HAD seen something that night, that I WAS keeping information from him regarding what it was I saw, but that's not true. On that night, there was nothing behind him, and my dream was nothing more than a replay, enhanced by my own paranoia and encouraged by my task of writing the whole incident down.
I ALSO HAD A SPOOK STORY TO TELL YOU ABOUT.
WE MOVED INTO A HOUSE IN AUGUST 1999. I HAVE ALWAYS HAD WEIRD FEELINGS IN THE KITCHEN EVEN IF EVERYONE IS AT HOME. ABOUT TWO MONTHS AFTER WE MOVED IN I WAS IN THE KICHEN DOING LAUNDRY. WELL I BENT OVER THE WASHER TO GET SOME CLOTHES OUT AND THOUGHT MY BOYFRIEND WAS BEHIND ME TRYING TO SCARE ME SO I JUMPED UP AND LOOKED ... BUT THERE WAS NO ONE THERE.
I GET THAT FEELING ALL THE TIME. IT DIDNT REALLY BOTHER ME ALL THAT BAD UNTIL ONE NIGHT I WAS ON THE COMPUTER AT MY DINING ROOM TABLE AND IT FELT LIKE SOME ONE WALKED BY AND FLIPPED MY HAIR UP . NEEDLESS TO THAT WAS THE END OF MY SURFING FOR THE NIGHT. I HAD TO MOVE MY TABLE BECUASE IF YOU ARE SITTIN AT THE TABLE ON THE COMPUTER YOUR BACK IS AT THE KITCHEN DOOR. SORRY FOR THE INTERRUPTION BUT MY THREE YEAR OLD WENT TO THE POTTY AND DECIDED TO SHAVE!!!!! OK BACK TO THE STORY. ABOUT THREE MONTHS AGO MY BOYFRIEND WAS INJURED TRYING TO BREAK UP A FIGHT AND HIS THROAT WAS CUT HE ALMOST DIED. WHILE HE WAS IN THE HOSPITAL HIS SISTER CAME TO STAY AT MY HOUSE. THE SECOND NIGHT SHE WAS THERE I HAD TO COME HOME BECAUSE HE WAS IN TRAUMA ICU AND I COULDN'T STAY SO I LET HER AND HER HUSBAND SLEEP IN MY BED AND I SLEPT IN THE RECLINER OR TRIED TO ANY WAY. AT ABOUT THREE IN THE MORNING I WAS ABOUT TO DOSE OFF AND I FELT SOMETHING PULLING MY COMFORTER UP ON MY NECK, I LOOKED AROUND AND OFCOURSE NOTHING!!! WELL ABOUT TWO SECONDS LATER IT FELT LIKE SOMEONE HAD MY COVER PRESSED DOWN ON MY NECK AND THE SIDE OF MY FACE TO THE POINT I COULDN'T BREATH IN MY MIND I COULD HERE MY SELF SCREAMING FOR MY SISTERINLAW BUT NOTHING WOULD COME OUT. FINALLY I WAS ABLE TO SAY LESLIE AND SHE GOT UP TO SEE WHAT WAS WRONG .WELL WHEN SHE DID I COULD MOVE AGAIN I JUMPED UP AND RAN OUT THE FRONT DOOR. THE ONLY THING I HAD ON WAS A T-SHIRT AND PANTIES. SO THERE I STOOD TERRIFIED AND FREEZING. WHEN SHE CAME OUTSIDE SHE ALMOST FLIPPED. THERE WAS A BIG MARK ON MY FACE AND NECK WHERE THE COVERS HAD BEEN HELD DOWN. THE RECLINER HAS HIT THE SIDE OF THE ROAD. SOME PEOPLE MAY SAY YOU WERE ASLEEP AND DREAMED IT. BUT I AND MY SISTER IN LAW KNOW BETTER. THE ONLY THING I DID THAT NIGHT WAS SCREAMED AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS "WILL YOU PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE I AM GOING THROUGH ENOUGH" I HAVENT HAD ANYMORE PROBLEMS LIKE THAT. I KNOW ITS STILL HERE BECAUSE I FEEL IT WHEN I AM IN THE KITCHEN BUT IT DOESNT SCARE ME ANYMORE LIKE THAT. MY SISTERINLAW SAID THAT MAYBE ME BEING GONE SO MUCH AT THAT TIME MAD IT MAD. YOU TELL ME!!!
I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK.
I SENT YOU THE STORY ABOUT THE RECLINER. REMEMBER ME ?
WELL LAST NIGHT I HAD FINALLY TOLD MY BOYFRIEND ABOUT IT HAPPENING WHILE HE WAS HURT AND HE THOUGHT IT WAS A BIG JOKE. SO HE GETS ON THE PHONE WITH HIS FRIENDS AND LAUGHS IT UP. BADDDD MISTAKE. HE DECIDED TO STAY UP AFTER I WENT TO BED WITH MY SON AND DO SOME SURFIN ON THE WEB ( IN THE DINING ROOM AT THE TABLE ). I GUESS I HAD BEEN ASLEEP ABOUT TWO HOURS WHEN I HEAR WHAT SOUNDS LIKE AN ELEPHANT RUNNING THROUGH THE DINING ROOM INTO THE LIVING ROOM THEN IN THE BEDROOM. THERE HE STANDS WHITE AS A GHOST. NOW MIND YOU THIS MAN IS 6'3 360 lbs. he said its time to go to bed now!!!!!! well when i asked him what happened he heehawed around for about 20 minutes then finally told me. he said he was sitting at the computer and looked up at the kitchen door (which has a blanket over it to help with this months $200.00 gas bill) and the blanket pushed forward like someone walked through the blanket, then he felt cold air across his feet and his hands. i never said a word to him. i guess that goes to show don't make fun of something that you believe someone is lying about. i thought it was kind of funny myself my spook showed him didn't he.
When my husband and I first got together, we lived in an apartment over a detached garage behind a very, nice home. We lived there an entire year before we bought the home we are in now. While we lived there several things happened that can only be explained if ghosts really exist. After living there, I believe they do!
My husband worked 12 hour shifts and so I would get home at least 2 hours before he did. At least 2 or 3 times a week I would come home and there would be a small bird flying around inside. I would have to take a screen off of a front window and shoo the bird outside. We searched every inch of the apartment and there wasn't any way the bird could get in.
To get into the apartment you had to come into the garage and go up a flight of steps. There was a door at the bottom and also a door at the top. We always kept both doors locked at night. One night we had been in bed about and hour and we both distinctly heard the bottom door open, we counted someone coming up the 13 steps and then we heard the top door open. My husband jumped out of bed and yelled, "Whoever is there, I've got a gun!" Nothing moved. He walked into the livingroom where the door was and it was locked. The bottom door was also locked. This happened on several occasions.
The last thing that happened was near Christmas and we had bought a remote control car for my stepson. My husband had it out of the box but it didn't have batteries in it. It decided it wanted to go across the floor all on its own.
We never heard if anyone else has had these problems. There is a girl that lives there now but I've always considered her to be something of witch so maybe the ghost and her get along just fine.
I work in a law firm in a small city in southwestern NY, which is located in
a big old Victorian home. Anyone who has to work late knows not to stay
past 8:30 because "strange things" start to happen. For example, co-workers
in the basement and on the upper floors have all heard someone walking
around on the first floor, but when investigated, no one is there. We have
also heard the sound of two people talking, but very rapidly and difficult
to understand and the sound comes through the heating vents. All the floors
have experienced computers and lights turning themselves on during the
night. There seems to be a feminine spirit on the third floor (attic) of
the house, which used to be the servants quarters. She is very curious
about our typewriters, papers and computers and will often "play" with them.
Many girls on the third floor have complained about typewriter tabs being
gone and papers being moved. We have also heard the sound of papers
rustling and chairs creaking when no one else is in the room with us. My
favorite story though is when one of our elderly clients came in the front
door, he suddenly stopped and stared at the front staircase, his face
turning white. Our receptionist, thinking that he was having a heart attack
or stroke, ran over to help him. He apologized and told her "I'm fine, but
you'll have to excuse me. I used to date a girl that lived in this house
and she died many years ago. But when I walked in, SHE WAS WALKING DOWN THE
Candy J., NY
I have a true story about strange things happening in a studio apt, that i
was renting. It started out in the fall of 1997. I moved into a studio apt
since that was the only thing i could afford , and who would know i would
get more then i bargained for?? It started out as little things then
progressed. Things would be moved out of the original position for
instance, i have a small collectors piece which is an angel and has a small
seperate plaque that sits in front of it, which says "love is patient"
Several times i had found the piece either turned around or laying flat. At
first i accused an ex of mine since this person was the one that bought it
for me, but they swore up and down they never moved it. I wanted to take it
easy for awhile, and instead of jumping into another relationship i decided
to just date. I had a few people in my life , and one by one, if and when
they stayed over things would happen. laying on the bed in the middle of
the night, we heard a loud slam, like something heavy fell in the kitchen,
i ran to take a look and the only thing that was on the floor was a drawing
that my son had made, which was originally on the fridge. Another night i
had a friend stay over, and she started complaining about not being able to
sleep because she kept hearing a mans voice directly in her ears , she
couldn't make out what he was saying, but she said he was angry and sounded
very evil. She kept covering her ears, until eventually she fell asleep.
Now this wasn't a spirit who would just do things when people were around,
things would happen more frequently when i was alone. And the worst was
this one night in 97' I was straightening my room, and all of a sudden a
teddy bear that i have on top of my desk (hutch part) came flying off, now
there was no way it should of fell off the way it did, especially without
knocking down any of the items in front of it. I just picked it up and put
it back as if nothing had happened. I then sat down at my desk to make a
phone call, and towards the ending of the conversation i felt something
cold and strong push up against my face like they were trying to go through
me. I got numb for about 8 minutes chills all around my arms and my speech
slowed down to a point i dazed out and could barely talk. I hung up the
phone, went to the bathroom to try and splash some water on my face and
before i could do that a cold wind blew over my head. Now i was getting
scared and i knew this wasn't normal, not one window in my apt was open.
Not even a door. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a chair placed it under
the door knob as if to keep out what was already in. Which didn't make
sense but i did it anyway. I then proceeded to go to bed. The next day, by
the early evening i was listening to music and swirling in my desk chair,
not fast at all, and a picture frame fell off my wall unit. I simply placed
it back, i decided to go over to a friends house that night try and get
some peace and quiet for one night, so while i was getting ready, my phone
rang, i picked it up on the second ring like i usually do, and said hello,
it was a friend of mine, also answering the phone like as if i called her,
and in this case we were confused because she said i did call her and i
told her that was impossible because she called me, so i looked at the
caller id and strangely enough my caller id had MY NAME on it, which is
impossible, there was only one phone line in that apt, which means we
didn't call each other , the call came from my line. So i hung up and left,
It was still early in the evening, which was about 7 pm, i got to my
friends house , listening to music, watching TV, until about ten minutes
after 11pm, i got this strange feeling to come home, that something wasn't
right. But i brushed it off, like always and stayed anyway. I got home
about 3 in the afternoon, took out my keys and walked up the stairs, I
looked up at my door and my door was open about a foot wide, i walked
slowly into the apt, not sure if someone was in there, or i might of been
robbed, i looked around and everything was in place. But i knew i locked my
door before i left the other night so why was it open?? Did this spirit get
angry because of what i did w/ the chair?? Anyway, after i looked around my
landlord called up to me, so i walked by the top of the stairs, he came up,
and asked me if i was okay? And if i was home last night a little after
11pm. I got chills on my arms again, I told him no, which was the truth, he
claimed that a little after 11 he heard foot steps like someone was pacing
and things were being dropped and thrown in the apt. Now his apt was
underneath me. He told me he didn't come upstairs until the morning and
that is when he noticed the door was open , and didn't come into the apt ,
he figured he would give it some time, to see if i show up, then all the
police. So after i told him i was ok, he just assumed i went out and never
locked my door. But couldn't explain the noises and foot steps. Now it as
time to start looking for a new apartment, not only because of the strange
things happening, but i also needed more room. So within a few months i was
in my new apartment. The day i moved in, the person that i was seeing
decided to tell me about one night in the studio, she said as you were
asleep laying next to me, i woke up to someone climbing on the bed, he was
tall, white with red hair, pushing his way in between us, i kicked at him a
few times, then he disappeared. from MK in New york
Spirit's Story New!
Story Submitted by: Spirit
Life leads you down many paths. A chain of events brings my story here.
A little over a year ago my father passed away. I took it hard,I didn't stop by to see him much but he was close to me.
Dad was in the hospital for three days before his surgery. I called him every night, but waited till the evening before his surgery to visit. The hospital was an hour away and we ran into my niece, her car broken down. It was late and I was dirty by the time I got it running for her. I waited to go visit dad till after his surgery the next morning.
The family was not in the waiting room at the hospital. They took us to the chapel. Dads heart had stopped. They revived him, but we would not speak with him again.
I sat with dad in ICU most of the night. The next evening dad passed away. I have carried a weight of pain in my chest since then.
A year later by total chance I ended up in a chat room with a lot of great people there. About the third time in, a few of them (your know who you are *S*) started talking about ghosts and ghosts stories. On impulse, i typed in, I would like to see Dad again ghost or no ghost. That was my only imput in the conservation.
That night I went to bed before my wife. Sleeping on my side, hand hanging over the edge of the bed. I was dreaming some one was trying to wake me, but they couldn't.
I felt a firm touch of finger tips on the back of my hand,behind the knuckles as i instantly awake. I looked straight ahead and didn't see anything. Calmly i rolled over and went back to sleep.
Waking up the next morning I felt really good. The weight from my chest was gone. I asked my wife if she had come into the room before she went to bed. Giving me a strange look, she said no. I miss Dad a lot but feel better about it. I didn't get to see Dad again, but his touch was worth so much more to me!!!
Dad looked much younger than his 62 years. I believe there is more to the story that i am just starting to see and feel.
See you later Dad--thanx
I would like to share just one of my several experiences that I've had in my
In 1993 I move from San Francisco to San Antonio. I had moved in with an
Army friend who had envited me to change locations. Well, shortly after I
moved there, I noticed that little things kept coming up missing, ie: we
were removing dinner dishes from the table one evening and when collecting
the condiments from the table I couldn't seem to locate the hot sauce! I ask
if someone had put it away and everyone said no. Well, it remained missing
for more that a month. We, of course had purchased more but, one day when we
were setting the table for supper, I opened the cupboard to get some plates
down and there right infront of the cupboard door was this missing hot sauce!
Well, we all kind of laughed it off. However, periodicaly over the next 2
or 3 years, I kept telling my friend that I could see what appeared to be a
very restless young man pacing the house at night. And, my dogs could not
seem to rest a night. I have a sleep disorder and often can't sleep at
night. And, though this person never hurt anyone, his restlessness seemed to
intensify over time. The dogs, which were inside dogs, slept in the kitchen.
And the racket caused by the entity became very focused in the kitchen. My
dogs began digging at the wall by the glass patio doors in effort to get out
of the house! Then we noticed that about 7 houses on the street, within
three months, had gone up for sale. Then one night the dogs put a hole in
the wall during a particularly active night and my friend freaked out. She
became really worried for her son's well being and she told me that as soon
as we could find another place, we were out of there! Well, it took a
couple of months and during that time, the house kattykornered across from us
got sold. The people moved in and seemed to be really nice folks. About a
week or so after these people moved in, I saw the lady out working in her
front yard and she stopped me and ask why the previous owners had moved from
the house. Of course I didn't honestly know but, I told her of the activity
in our house and of the sudden selling of homes on our street. She said that
she and her husband had hardly gotten any sleep since they had moved in
because of such racket in the house, which seemed to be coming from their
hallway. I spoke of this man I had seen pacing the hallway and kitchen in
our house and, that we were now looking for somewhere to live. I told her
what my dogs had done to the wall by the patio door and that my friend was
now worried about her son. So far no one had been hurt but, we weren't
taking anymore chances! The poltergiest like activities had begun very
inocently, howerer, it seemed that it was growing in intensity. It seemed
she had concern but, neither she or her husband believed in ghosts. However,
about three weeks later, before we had even found our apartment, their
house went back up for sale! And shortly after we moved, they also moved.
I decided, after we moved, to go to Court records and look up the history on
my friends house and found that the subdivision was once a graveyard back in
the early sixties, before the city began to grow so rapidly. And that two of
the streets, ours and the next one up, were the back lot in this cemetary!
The access road and highway were over the rest of it!
Of all the moments of spiritual activity I've encountered in my life, this
is one of the most violently active I've had the displeasure of dealing with.
And, certainly none since.
Thanks for the opportunity to share this.
I have a cat that always sleeps with me. On the occasions when the
"presence" has come, the cat is nowhere to be found. Usually, some
hours later, I will feel her come back to bed. One time when she had
disappeared, I awakened to her coming back into the bedroom. Something
seemed wrong, so I turned on the light; the cat was walking in slow
motion, her fur was all fluffed up, and her eyes were darting all over
the room. The poor thing looked totally terrified, and to top it all
off, she started staring at one spot and growling a very low, and loud
growl..........If I had ever questioned myself as to believing whether
there really was a "presence", my cat's reaction totally convinced me.
Hope you have/had a great weekend!
There was one time when I was a young child. I had a friend who lived in a house down the street. I would go and visit her often. She claimed that she had a ghost who was her protector. She would tell me stories of how the ghost would chase her ex-husband out of the house with the vacuum cleaner. There were holes in the ceiling where the vacuum had made dents. She told me that the ghost didn't like the doors closed at night when the kids went to bed and he would open all of them. She said that no one could see him but her. I didn't really believe her until one day I was at her house when she had to leave to go and pick up the kids. She told me to wait for her and I said okay. I went in to the livingroom and sat down in the chair and turned on the T.V. I then felt the hair on my neck rise and I looked over my shoulder and I didn't see anything. Then I looked at the couch and I saw the cushions indent like someone was sitting there. I got up and went outside to wait for my friend to get home. She said that the ghost was just check on me to make sure I wouldn't cause any harm. She also said the ghost would pick up the phone and listen in on conversations that were being said. She has heard the phone pick up even when there was no one home. I have since grownup and moved away from there. I went back about five years ago. The house has been turned in to a bookstore. It has been told to me that it is haunted. That every once in awhile all the books would be thrown from the shelves. I know that I would have never believed her if it weren't for my own eyes. I still wonder if the ghost that is haunting the bookstore is the same one that was her friend and if I were to go to the bookstore if it would remember me and possibly try to communicate with me.
When my husband and I were first married ,we were ....young and didnt
have a lot.We moved into this really old farm house,complete with
outhouse and outdoor well that you sent a bucket down to get water...
Well I dont know the history on the house but there was a lot of strange
occurences in it.
The first thing that happened that told me it was
"haunted" was...We sat down at the kitchen table one evening for
supper.We were just talking about our day and things like that and the
table we were eating off of started shaking.
Just a little to start with,then it started shaking so much that it
actually come up off the floor.
My husband is a big kidder,so I thought he was doing it ,being
silly,trying to scare me. I told him to stop before we wear supper....He
looked at me kinda funny and pulled his feet & legs out from under the
table and put his hands out in front of him and the table is still
shaking something awful......the same night my husband was awakened to
find a somewhat young woman standing over him ,she was wearing real old
fashioned clothes,like a bonnet and long dress and boots....we saw her
several times during our stay in the house but she didnt do anything
except wake us up about 2am every so often.....i was glad to move!
thanks for reading this,vickie
I do not know if this is the scariest story, but it always makes my
heart feel like it will blow out of my chest...............Here
First, over my whole life, off and on, strange things have happened to
me. I have never told this story to anyone, because I knew they would
just think I was dreaming.......I WAS NOT!!
On more than a few occasions, when I am. just lying in bed trying to
get to sleep, I suddenly feel someone's hot breath right above my face.
I can actually feel the inhaling and exhaling of whatever this is, and
can feel it move to other locations. Also, right before it starts, or
during, I can feel something sit, or move on the bed. There have also
been times when I feel a hand move down my arm. This presence has
also awakened me out of a sound sleep to do this stuff...I am normally a
person that can sleep through a bombing, and not wake up. On these
numerous occasions when I have had this presence visit, I just lay these
perfectly still.....my adrenaline is blazing, my heart feels like I will
explode, but I lie still. Usually, after 30 minutes to 1 hour it goes
away. The thing has never hurt me in any way, but it is the strangest
experience. All my senses feel exactly what you feel when someone is
about a inch or less
away from your body.
Talk about your secret admirers...ugh......this is not a Valentine that
That is it, that's my story.
My husband & I bought our house about 12 & 1/2 years ago. It doesn't have a
full basement under one side of the house. (It is old & has been added on
twice.) Well on the side that doesn't have a full basement, there is like a
wooden door screwed into the cement where our pipes & plumbing for the main
floor bathroom are. Any way we had never opened this door until October when
we began remodeling the bathroom, (we decided to put in a whirlpool tub &
needed to run some new plumbing & update some of the existing pipes etc.)
When we got the door off, there was some misc. junk down there &......... a
grave marker sticking in the dirt with the name Rasmus L. Rasmussen
1877-1960. I was a bit freaked out at first, then I took it & cleaned it off
& told my husband, then we put it back did some work & tried not to disturb
Well we told some friends about it, & nobody believed us so I brought it
upstairs to show everyone when they came over.Then I put it in the closet
to get it out of the way so we wouldn't have to keep climbing over it, or
keep bringing it back up for people to see. They wanted to dig for a body,
but I said no way, I didn't want to know if there was one there or not. I
did end up kind of looking myself a few days later, but I only went down
about a foot. I just wanted to know if he had been cremated & if his ashes
were in something. I didn't find anything.
Well we finished our bathroom, boarded the door back up, & forgot all about
putting the gravemarker back. Until a couple of weeks ago. First my husband
woke up to loud banging & some other noises, it even woke my 4 dogs, but I
slept thru it. Then 2 days later, I was home by myself, & I heard the loud
banging & some like scratching noises. My dogs started acting funny,
barking like crazy & didn't know what to do. So I put the grave marker back
& haven't heard anything since.
I have looked on the internet at different sites to see if I could find
this guys name or where/if he was buried etc. There was absolutely no
records or death certificate or anything that I could find. Pretty freaky
new story added 02/26/01
One day i was watching tv in my room and my mom had just seted the tv to go
off an hour went by then the tv shut off while my sister was sleeping and my
cat jingles my mom and dad were also sleeping i was still up while everyone
was sleeping i heard a door open and slam shut!but nothing was there the
strange thing was that our door was locked! i was getting really scared then
i heard footsteps coming closer and closer to my room then my dresser slamed
open then i turned a round shuting my eyes tight as possible tring to get to
sleep then i did.I have a couple more of stories to tell you.
Well this is what my dad tells me. Well one night my dad heard footsteps
coming into his room he checked nothing there an hour later he heard
something under his bed he sat up he said he felt something grab his legs he
checked under the bed nothing was there then he felt something pushing the
bed up nothing was there then he said he heard a kids voice call out his
name nothing was there.I have another story to tell you may i remind you
this is all happing in the same house!
One day my mom asked me to go in the basement to get the laundry so i went
down stairs nothing was wrong and there was no ax mark in the door or any
scratches 30 minutes later i went to get the other load of laundry there
were scratches and a ax mark in the door so i ran up the stairs leaving the
laundry behind.Here is another story I was going out to the
pool to go swimming in my yard and nothing hanging on the wall after i was
done swimming there were these keys hanging on the wall like its been there
for years and years. Thank you Sandy!
First of all, I LOVE YOUR SITE!!!! I have a true
ghost story for you, it still gives me goosebumps when
I think about it.
My mother passed away in November 1984. She and I
were really close and it really hurt when she was
taken from me "suddenly". I could always count on my
mother calling me on my birthday to tell me Happy
Birthday and say she loved me. Well, the night before
my birthday (February 1985), I was really depressed
that I was not going to hear the magic words that I
had heard so many times before. I prayed that night
for some kind of comfort. I dreamed that I saw my
mother coming thru a tunnel of light with her arms
open. I asked "Mother, what are you doing here?" She
replied, "God has let me come back just one more time
to wish you a happy birthday, and tell you that I love
you." With that, she gave me a kiss on the cheek and
said, "sweetheart, I have to go now, but always
remember, I love you." Then my dream ended. When I
woke for work the next morning, I went into the
bathroom to wash my face. Well, I had to take a
"double-take". On my left cheek where my mother had
kissed me, was a perfect lip-print, in her lipstick
that she always wore. To this day.....I know my
mother is still with me in spirit.
Thanks so much for the daily letter....MY VOTE IS FOR