GHOST EVERYWHERE!
(Jeannette)
When I was a child of probably around 4 or 5 years of age, my family and I lived in this one particular haunted house. Every time that I go by the house, it seems like it always has a for sale sign on it. And this is a minimum of 6 months to a year in time. I have 5 siblings and I am the middle child . One night I remember very well, none of the others wanted to play with me, so out of nowhere came this old man and he was see-through. He would play hide and seek with me. My mother has also seen him in a rocking chair, in her bedroom. I later found out who the old man was and that he died in that house. He had willed the house to his wife and children, but reasons unknown, they did not get the house. A few years later we moved into another house in the same city and this time I did not see the ghost, but was told of a woman spirit. She was seen by my mother and my older sister. She was wearing old fashioned curlers in her very long hair. She also wore what seemed to be a wedding gown or nightgown. It was strange that she only showed herself to my mother and my older sister and not to me. About a year later, we moved from that house. The next house that we moved to wasn't so bad. No one claimed to have seen or felt anything. Then a few years later after that, my parents divorced and my dad remarried. Three of my sibling and I moved into another house in the same city. This place was full of ghost. Animals and people both died in that house. I only lived there for less then a year and that was all I could handle! There were slamming doors, sounds of the toilets being flushed in late hours of the night and nobody being there. I even had my door bolted shut one night, only to wake up the next day with the bolt broke and the door standing wide open, that scared me. I hated going down to the basement. I found out later, after I had moved out of that house that my dad found skeletons down there. I swore that I would never go back to that house again as long as I lived. To this day, I remember the addresses to all of these houses and I try to stay clear of them if I can. But, the first house for some reason keeps drawing me back . I don't know if it's because of the friendly ghost or what.
GRANDMA RETURNS
(Cole)
My family of five went to Missouri to spend the Christmas season with my dad's side of the family. My great grandma died 3 years ago. My uncle and his family moved into her old house and remodeled it. My uncle had always said that she would have loved to see the house finished. There was this one room, that was my great grandma's bedroom with her rocker in it and my uncle remodeled it as a wicker room. I was playing hide and go seek with my cousins in the house. All of our parents were outside in a large shed partying. I was looking for any of my cousins because I was it and I peeked into the wicker room that was off limits to whoever was playing the game. I saw a dark figure inside the room. By the way, the whole house was dark except for the living room that gave off a faint light from the Christmas tree. The figure was rocking in the rocking chair, doing something with her hands. I quickly ran away. Later on, I checked the room again and the figure stood up, I saw that she was sewing a rip in her favorite pillow. She walked over to me. There was a barricade fence blocking the room. She went through the fence and cornered me and reached her arms out as if she was trying to hug me. I fell down and stood up. I tried to run but I hit the bathroom door. I got up again and I heard my cousins laughing inside the bathroom. I described everything to my aunt. I said that she was wearing a light blue shirt with flowers on it and a light green skirt. The buttons on her shirt were big round gold buttons with a pearly trim. Her earring were big pearls. My aunt said I just saw something or it was just my imagination like all grown ups do, and as she was saying that, I looked across the kitchen into the room and saw her waving in her rocking chair. The next day, in my grandma's trailer, I found a picture of my great grandma, and she was wearing the exact same clothes as when I saw her. This really scared me. My cousin said she saw the same thing and described different shaped and colored orbs floating around the Christmas trees. I am 12 now and I still remember every detail about seeing my grandma.
NEAM
(Heather and Nick)
When my son Nick was two years old, I found out about "Neam". I had just finished giving him a bath, wrapped a towel around him and was leaving the bathroom. I was following behind him, when he stopped dead in his tracks and began backing up into my legs. I asked him what was wrong, but didn't get any response. I then scooped him up and proceeded to our bedroom where I got him dressed and ready for bed. In the days following my son said that Neam was living in the water bedroom. My mother's room had a waterbed in it and this is the room that Nick said Neam lived in. I asked my son, who is Neam? He proceeded to tell me that Neam was the man that told him to say bad words, to stick his fingers in the fan and to always wear a hat backwards. My son explained to me that Neam looked like a white cross with a face on the top of the cross and a spring at the bottom, that he bounced on. I assumed that this info was just the active imagination of a very spunky two year old. I soon found out differently. I started to get the feeling of being watched and began hearing breathing in my ear whenever I was in the house. My son then informed me that Neam had started making his toy's float to the ceiling. I was getting really scared. On one occasion, I was scared enough to call my Aunt who happened to be a very religious woman. The minute our connection on the telephone was made and I started to tell her what was going on, the phone went dead. Needless to say, we spent the night at a friend's house that evening. I ended up talking with a lady at a church about our problem and she informed me that the Devil was trying to take my baby. My mother ended up selling that home. I have no doubt in my mind and neither does my son, something named Neam lived in that house and Neam was not a very nice guy.
A WOMAN IN MY ROOM
(Nichole)
I would say it was about sometime in the fall. I was lying in bed facing the wall with the door to my room, behind me. I was thinking to myself about something, when in the back of my mind I just thought casually "Someone's coming downstairs". For one second I thought it was normal but then I remembered my mom had gone upstairs to bed a few minutes ago. Well, this may sound weird but even though I didn't hear anyone come downstairs, I could just sense someone coming. I "felt" them come down the stairs and then turn to come down my hallway. Then I could sense them come down the hallway and then to my doorway. Finally they were leaning over me. I was pretty freaked by that time but just thought maybe it was my mom. I laid very still the whole time. Just then......someone called my name "Nichole?" It was almost like they were confirming I was there. The person was a woman and she sounded almost just like my mom, but somehow a little different. Even though I felt someone lean over me, it sounded like it came from near my closet, which is at the foot of my bed. So I laid there for a few seconds; scared to death, thinking that I should say something because it might have something important to say. So I sat up, faced where I thought the voice came and said, "Yes?" No one was there.....no answer. Nothing else happened. So, still pretty freaked out, I laid back down and went to sleep, of course some time later. A few days later, I told my mom about it and asked if she had called out to me, like maybe called to me through the vents (there's one right above my bed). Or maybe she had been asleep and called to me in her sleep. She said no to both of these questions, and said usually when she calls us she has to put her face right near the vent, which is on her floor near a window, pretty far from her bed. Even if she had called to me, there is no way I could have heard her that clearly.
WHAT'S SHE TRYING TO PROTECT ME FROM?
(Mindy)
The first experience I had I was when I was about 8 yrs old. I was usually the first one home and was alone for about 15 minutes before my brother and sister got home. I had a ritual of coming in the back door and letting my dog outside to go to the bathroom, then I went to the bathroom. I did this every day. Everything was just as it normally was until one day I let my dog out, I went to the bathroom and when I came back out my dog was back in the house in a corner and the back door was shut locked and chained and no one else was home. We also had stairs in the basement that led to the ceiling but there was no door there. Occasionally I heard someone walking up and down those stairs. I spoke with someone who is into the paranormal about that incident and they informed me that a young woman had died relatively close to my house by her mother's boyfriend and that they were trying to protect me. I was not scared by any of this, but still cannot explain what she was trying to protect me from.
THE LITTLE BOY AND A MYSTERIOUS MAN
(Mindy)
This happened in early spring of 1990 through late fall of 1990. I was lying in bed with my dog and was awakened by my dog barking. I was expecting my brother-in-law to pick me up early in the morning and looked toward my door to see if it was him and had possibly overslept. When I looked at my bedroom door I saw this distinct figure of a child about the age of three standing there. The only way to cast a shadow on that door was to be standing directly in front of it. I saw this child on a regular basis for quite awhile, usually waking and seeing him smiling and looking at me. He sat on the corner of my dresser, at the end of my bed. The two bedrooms in that house were connected by the closet. I had twice seen this little boy hanging from the closet rod just swinging back and forth staring and smiling at me. During my whole pregnancy I saw this boy. In my last month of pregnancy, I awoke about 4 a.m. and looked toward my bedroom door again, but this time I saw an extremely large man standing there. This was the first time I saw him and it scared me. I had only seen him one other time after that. Well the next month I had my son and everything was quiet. Temperature started dropping and we had an old gas heater in the middle of the house as heat. I kept my son's baby bed in there so he would stay warm. I was in the kitchen doing dishes one day, listening to the radio and I heard a child giggling. I turned to look to see if someone had come inside the house. I then turned off the radio and listened again. Finding nothing strange, I turned the radio on again and started back at the dishes. A few minutes later I heard giggling again and a child call "Mommy". I turned off the radio checked on my son and he was sleeping just as I had expected. He was only about 4 months old and was not yet speaking, so even if he would have been awake he could not have said it. Well I decided to keep the radio off and continue with the dishes, and I heard a distinct "Mommy" again. Scared, I turned around and just said, "I don't care if you are here and I can see you, just don't speak to me because it scares me." As I turned to start with the dishes again a candy dish that had been sitting on top of the refrigerator, flew off and landed at my feet. The candy dish had been up there for at least 6 months and had never slid off much less traveled across the kitchen by my sink. I told my mother-in-law about this incident and she informed my that before she moved into this house that the people who owned it before had a child that died there because he was jumping from his dresser onto his bed which was right next to the window and he bounced out the window and died on the ground two stories down. I think my little friend was the little boy or he may have been the child that I had miscarried a couple years earlier and would have been that age, but I am unsure about who the man was. But I think with the dish flying at me I must have hurt the little boys feelings which in turn upset the man and he wanted me to know about it. I feel this little boy is still with me sometimes and I have moved a couple times after that house. Occasionally, in the middle of the night my bedroom door will slightly open as if a child were trying to sneak in bed with Mommy and Daddy and then close again.
GRANNY'S WATCHING OVER ME
(Mindy)
My Grandmother died about 6 months after my divorce and on my son's 4th birthday. I was sitting on the phone talking to a friend and out of the blue I made the comment to my friend about smelling my Grandmother's perfume. I didn't put two and two together until my friend reminded me that a year ago to the date is when we had buried my Grandmother. I have severe headaches which end up with me having to go to the emergency room. A couple months after having smelled my Grandmother's perfume I started getting one of these headaches I was waiting for my mother to pick my up to take me to the hospital. My boyfriend was there and out of the blue the TV came on and the tape (sitting in the VCR but not pushed into it) went in and started playing. It was Winnie the Pooh. And I loved Winnie when I was a child. My boyfriend flipped out and I told him it was my Granny trying to make me feel better. I knew she was there so I did feel better.
MYSTERIOUS HAPPENINGS
(Jess)
Ever since we moved into our house, last October, I keep getting a real uneasy feeling in the house. I always see things out of the corner of my eye. It was worse when I was younger, we lived in a two bedroom and sometimes I would see black fuzzy objects, but when I would look again, they were gone. I would hear a tapping (like fingernails) on the counter at night and some other odd things. I have also noticed that I have been having very odd dreams and slight insomnia. Because of this, I tend to lay in bed and hear things. Sometimes I get that uneasy feeling that I'm not alone. For example, I was in the kitchen and heading to the bedroom and felt very strongly that I shouldn't or couldn't turn my back to the basement door. The whole time I was walking through the dining room to the bedroom, I felt like I was being followed. Not like the feeling you get when you're a kid and you feel that urge to run...this was different, it was more of a feeling that I should walk slowly or be careful. These strange feelings I keep getting aren't the best feelings in the world, especially when I'm in the kitchen or near the basement door. Other things I've heard are odd popping sounds. One night my fiancee Mike and I were in the front room with the fan on. Mike had a can of coke on the glass table. All of a sudden, this can started to move in a circular motion, across the table. I thought it must of been from the fan, but Mike insisted the fan was pointing in the other direction at time. We also have a closet door that seems to continuously open on it's own. I think our dog also sees or notices things going on around her. Just a note about what I found out from a neighbor about our house....She said the land where our home sits, was the location of a pond at one time and that the home was moved here from a different location. This makes it difficult to find out if what we are experiencing is something having to do with the history of the property or the history of the home. To prove that something strange is going on, I have taken a several photos, in which show orbs in our home. (See photos submitted by this reader on our page titled "Reader Submitted Proof" page).
VIVID CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
(Jess)
When I think back to when I was little, I had some odd experiences happen, but at the time I had no idea what they meant. I remember, we (my parents and I), lived at my grandma's. We all stayed in the back room and our beds were next to each other. I remember waking up in my crib and seeing a lady. She looked sort of like a clown, because she had on a lot of makeup, with very pale skin. For some reason I also remember a lot of green and she was very bright compared to the dark room. She was kneeling at the foot of the bed and I remember seeing her kiss my dads feet and then she turned to look at me. The house we moved into after that, was scary to me. I remember my room was a baby's room, a crib was already there when we looked at the house for the first time. I used to see stuff out of the corner of my eye and hear things at night. I could always picture someone standing in the kitchen tapping their nails on the counter... that was the constant sound at night. I had my window open one night and it fell down making a very loud noise. It was on the inside, but I remember my parents going outside and walking around the yard with a flash light to see if someone was trying to break in. It was a sticky window so it very odd that it fell by itself. Once when I got a little bit older, my mom would run quick errands and leave me home for a few minutes. This one particular day, I was cleaning out my closet and my stereo volume kept changing itself. I had to turn the knob to get it back up. Once for Christmas my grandfather gave me a singing Santa. The kind you have to push on the hand to get it to play a song. It was sitting on my dresser and it started to play by itself. Also, on the floor of my closet I had some purple plastic baskets that looked like miniature laundry baskets. I loved to read, so I had a book right on top. This particular morning, after I woke up and I was standing at my closet door looking for something to wear when I heard the sound of paper scrapping. I looked down to see the library card that goes into a pocket inside the book, going in and out of the pocket very quickly. I was so scared that I ran out of my room screaming. Naturally my mother dismissed it as my imagination. It seems through out my life I have had some strange encounter with the supernatural, along with other family members. This is why I believe so strongly in ghost and the supernatural. (See photos submitted by this reader on our page titled "Reader Submitted Proof" page).
A SHADOW WITHIN THE DARKNESS
(Brendan)
"Warning: The following event may not be suitable for all readers,
especially juveniles, people sensitive to animals and/or gory details"
There are a lot of things about life that are easily explained, and a few that are not. I live way out in the southern outskirts of my city, deep in the woods. It is pretty quiet here in my wealthy little neighborhood. A couple of months ago, I was driving home from my buddy's house, and I was nearing home. There was a thick morning fog hanging in the air, and it was impairing my already drunken vision. I was flying down the road way too fast, when all of a sudden a good sized buck stepped out right in front of me. I didn't have time to react, and he didn't even move (typical deer). Needless to say, I nailed him.
From what I remember of the small fraction of time in which the impact occurred, it was pretty grotesque. The buck separated and splattered; some of him went under my car, and some toward my windshield. A couple of the buck's antlers came through my windshield along with the rest of his head and an abundance of warm and sticky blood. I slammed on my brakes in horror.
When I finally slid to a halt I stepped out of my vehicle and used my lighter to survey the damage. The entire front end of my car was smashed in, and my hood was thrust upwards. Bloody chunks of furry flesh and bone tainted every crease. The deer's still twitching upper torso (one leg, breast and head) lay atop the hood impaling my windshield, and the rest of him was tangled in my undercarriage. It was nightmare material. It was absolutely disgusting. I remember the thick smell of gasoline, and at this point, unexpectedly, the ground caught fire (I'm guessing it was my lighter that ignited the fumes). So needless to say, I got the hell away. I watched the fire creep back towards the gas tank, and BOOM! It blew sky high. In an effort to escape the discriminating police, I walked home.
Early the next morning I was awoken by a knock on my door. It was the cops, of course. I told them about the deer, and made up something about post traumatic accident syndrome (or something like that), and they actually bought it! So they gave me the tow truck bill and said goodbye. After they had left, I went to take a shower and realized I was covered from head to toe in dried up crusty brown blood. It was weird to me that the officers didn't say anything about it, but oh well. "They really bought into my b.s." I thought.
That night I lied awake in bed with my window open. As I started to doze off, I was suddenly haunted by a rustling outside followed by an image in my head of the dead buck. It shook me so hard that I snapped out of dream land and walked to my back porch to smoke a cigarette. I remember listening to the cicadas buzz as I peered into the blackness. As my eyes slowly adjusted, I noticed an indistinguishable figure moving about my back yard. It was a shadow within the darkness of night, and it was nearly impossible to see. The image grew clearer and clearer, and I could hear the disturbance moving around. All of the dogs in the neighborhood suddenly began to bark, and this caused my heart to beat violently. In an instinctive panic, I reached inside my back door to switch on the porch light, and I froze in horror with the sight before me.
A massive buck stood on my deck a few yards away from me. Startled and utterly terrified, I jumped inside, shut the full glass door, and locked it. I watched him as he smashed his antlers against the glass again and again. I didn't even hear the deer as it climbed the wooden stairs of my deck, and it's a full story, or more off the ground. In denial I turned off the porch light, and the disturbance immediately subsided.
I didn't sleep much that night, and when I did, it was nightmares strait through. When I got up the next morning, I noticed a few blood splatters on backdoor. The really freaky thing is, when I go to sleep at times, I still hear vegetation rustling around outside, and the dogs always start barking like crazy. I don't dare go outside.
GRANDMA AT THE MAIL BOX
(Donna)
My dad and I were on our way into town. We were going down the road and saw someone standing on the side of the road, checking their mail. She had her back towards us. My dad said that she looked like his mom (who passed away 5 years before) from behind. When we got closer she turned towards us and waved. IT WAS MY GRANDMA! We turned to look behind us and no one was there and odd thing was, even the mailbox was gone.
THE KNEELING SOLDIER
(Donna)
A few years ago, a friend and I were riding around. There was snow on the ground. We pulled up on top of a little hill and I looked out my window into a field and saw something. It was a Civil War soldier. He was bent down on one knee with the butt of his gun on the ground and the barrel in the air. We moved the car so the headlights would shine on it. It never moved. It was just there staring in the other direction. We went to the end of the road and turned around and came back and it was still there. I had been there a thousand times before. The only difference this time was the snow. I haven't seen it since then.
THE NIGHT BEFORE MY WEDDING
(Melissa)
About two months ago, my husband and I had our wedding at an old resort that was built in the 1800's. I had visited there many times as a child and never had any odd experiences. All of our guests stayed at the resort and we were so busy, I hardly had time to enjoy it. The last thing I was thinking about were ghosts. Well, the night before my wedding I stayed in the bridal suite with my sister and a couple of my bridesmaids. We walked into the room and everyone just kind of plopped down on the couch and chairs. We were beat and ready for bed. I walked back into the bedroom and noticed the bathroom door was cracked and the light was on. I saw something pass by between the light and the crack, kind of shadowing the light streaming across the floor and then it was gone. Not thinking anything of it and forgetting that all my friends had sat down in the other room, I walked over to the door and kind of knocked and pushed it open to brush my teeth and no one was there. I was absolutely sure I had just seen a shadow and could not figure out where they had gone. I got this really strange feeling that something was in that bathroom with me but I moved the shower curtain and even went as far as opening the cabinets (as if one of my friends were going to jump out of the tiny space and yell "surprise!"). I walked into the living room where my friends were and felt really silly telling them what had happened. We had never talked about our beliefs in ghosts and I was sure they would think I was having a nervous breakdown or something and blame it on pre-wedding jitters, but I knew what I saw and I couldn't be convinced otherwise. My more daring friend said she felt there had to be an explanation and went to investigate (with me kind of cowering behind her). The door was cracked just like it was before when I first had seen the shadow. My friend went over and pushed the door open to peek in and as soon as she pushed it open and moved her hand away the door slowly shut as if someone was on the other side pushing it shut. She said she thought maybe the hinges were loose and it was just one of those doors that didn't stay open. She again pushed it open and again it began to close. She almost had me convinced of her hinge theory until the third time she pushed it open and it just stayed open. We tried to nudge it but it just wouldn't shut on it's own. Not even a little. We left that room immediately because we both just had the feeling that we were intruding in some way and we were not wanted in there. We went into the living room and I picked up the phone to call the front desk and request another suite. In the living room there was an old fashioned armoire that had the television and a mini refrigerator in it. The doors were latched and we had not even touched it. As soon as I picked up the phone to ring the front desk, one of the doors swung open and we all screamed. I hung up the phone and stood there paralyzed. I had never in my life been so convinced that ghosts exist. One of my friends went over and shut it and sure enough as soon as I picked up that phone it happened again. Well, I had, had my fill of the supernatural for the evening and darted out of the room with my friends right behind me. I didn't tell the front desk it was because of a ghost I wanted to change rooms. I told her the refrigerator wasn't working and we couldn't chill our champagne for the next day. We went back to the room to get our stuff and as soon as we walked in the door, cold water poured down on our heads. It was such a shock I literally lost my breath. There was a vent above the door that all of sudden had so much condensation it poured like a bucket of water. It was not like that 10 minutes before. We moved to another suite. It was definitely an experience I will tell my grandchildren about one day. Also, the day of my wedding when I was getting my hair done in the salon in the resort,(it's in the basement). My bridesmaids were talking about the night before and the ladies in the salon said when they work late and are closing up they always hear strange noises back in some of the massage rooms. They know for sure no one is back there but they can still here clanking around and doors shutting. They say they have to leave there in groups rather than alone and they actually schedule more than one person to close up because everyone's so scared. The girl doing my hair said she actually was going up a back stairway one night and just had this feeling that someone was coming up behind her. It got so intense that she swore she felt someone breathing on her. She said she just sprinted all the way up and out to her car. When I got back home, I became obsessed with knowing more about ghosts. Surprisingly the place where I had my experience I discovered there have been other accounts of ghost activity. They have been reported in the lap pool area in the basement. Which is right next to the spa and salon. They say that a woman is known to haunt the lap pool area searching for her lost child. You can hear her crying throughout the basement but when you go into the room there is no one there. They also say this has been going on for many, many years. I remember always feeling a bit strange in that room as a child but never thought anything of it. Maybe I knew then and just didn't really realize what I was feeling. It was definitely an experience I will tell my grandchildren about one day!
WHISTLING
(Shelley)
One night about a year ago, my two best friends and one of their boyfriends had been out and about. It was late and we were headed home when my friend's boyfriend decided to stop back by his place, before he dropped us off and headed to my best friend's apartment with her. All three of us girls were sitting in his bedroom while he was getting his stuff together. His roommate had just left as we came in and the rest of the apartment was pitch black and quiet. We were just chatting when all of the sudden we heard someone whistling in the next room. All of us girls piled on top of each other as the whistling moved closer to the bedroom door. My friend's boyfriend ran to the door and reached out to flip the hallway light on. Just then the place was silent, we searched the apartment in case his roommate was just messing with us. Nothing. Let just say we got out of there as fast as we could.
LIGHTS OUT
(Shelley)
While my fiance and I were on a road trip to see his family in Arizona, he told me this story about something that happened when he was at a bonfire one weekend. As he was telling me, we were in New Mexico passing White Sands. He told me how the teenagers would party on a small mountainside on the outskirts of Tucson and once a wolf-like dog was prowling the edge of the clearing. He said the dog was unusually large and many of his friends decided it was time to bail. As everyone jumped in their cars and took off for the road, the wolf dog charged at them. My fiance remembers looking at the speedometer as they hit the highway and seeing is was up to 55 and the dog was still keeping up. Then as the cars began to hit 60, he said the dog stopped almost instantly, stood up and walked back to the woods on two feet. Of course, at this point, I begin to chuckle at him. Just because we are out on a creepy highway at 2am didn't mean he could scare me with silly stories. He asked me if I believed in the supernatural, aliens, and the like. I began to answer him and we heard this loud pop in the car. Our headlight had blown out! Luckily I had recently replaced the other light and had a spare. He fixed it and we were back on the road. Again my fiance began to ramble about alien phenomenon and ghosts. I again chuckled and told him that he did too many drugs and drank too much as a teen. Just then my other headlight blew out. I told him enough conversation about the unknown; I was out of light bulbs.
UNWELCOME
(Shelley)
About a year ago I was dating this guy up in Omaha. He had an old house that even had a flight of servants stairs to the kitchen. I loved it, it was spooky and huge. One night when we were watching scary movies, he told me he had a ghost. I assumed he was trying to scare me to make me get closer to him. He said his ghost was a servant girl and she was very protective of him. She had even thrown his ex-girlfriends' keys outside when she didn't like them. Thinking nothing of it, I just went back to watching the movie. Later after we had gone to bed, I woke up needing to use the rest room. His bathroom was through the kitchen, requiring me to go through the dining room door to the kitchen, which he always kept shut. As I was headed back to the bedroom; I turned to close the dining room door. And it slammed shut in my face; I have never taken off so fast in my life. The next morning he asked me why I was slamming doors and when I told him what happened he just gave me an "I warned you" look.
GRANDPA'S WATCHING OVER ME
(Callie)
My grandpa died in late October of 2004 in his house. Ever since then my family and I have had mysterious dreams about him. When we were in church one time I felt him next to me. He was squeezing my hand and I could feel him saying it's alright. My grandma has felt him brush his hand on her face and when I take tests at school he helps me to get a good grade. He still wakes my grandma up at 7 just like he did when he was alive.
A BOY NAMED WAID
(Callie)
When I was a baby; too young to remember but old enough to talk, my parents and I lived in a house in Kansas City. A few times I would be playing with my toys and would say "Leave me alone Waid" or something of that matter. And when I took my naps, my mom would hear me wake up and I would say "Waid!" Once I was playing in the living room and my mom heard a spinning noise. She walked into my room and my mobile was running, but it wasn't on. A few times when we were with my dog Di, Di would stand up on her hind legs as if she was leaning on someone. Well my mom told me these things a few years ago when I was like 8 or 9. She also told me that to make Waid go away she wrote a note before she went to bed one night and it said "Dear Waid, please leave my daughter alone. You are waking her up from her naps". From then on, I never mentioned the name Waid again. Now I am twelve and when my mom or dad tells me the story I get shivers up my spine!
THE TYPEWRITER
(Rudy)
This incident, which I will never forget, happened sometime in 1970. I was working for an engineering office at the time. I came from my office on the other side of the compound and entered this administrative office to see and talk to one of the staff. Everyone had left to lunch so I sat for a while, trying to decide whether to sit longer and wait or leave and call for a meeting with that person later. I decided to leave. As I was walking past one of the tables, the carriage of the electric typewriter sitting on it suddenly and by itself shifted to the left, then back to its neutral position on the right. Out of curiosity, I tinkered a little bit with the typewriter to see why it moved by itself. I confirmed to myself that there were only two things that could move the carriage to the left: depress the tab key or depress the space bar. The carriage could return to its neutral right position only by hand. Could there have been an electrical malfunction? I watched for a little bit longer to see what else the typewriter would be doing. It stood as still as it should, and did nothing!
As I was about to leave the door, I was making a mental note so I wouldn't forget to call this person later but I just couldn't remember his name. I had worked with him as one of the staff too long to forget his name. In fact, I definitely was planning to see this person by name when I entered the office. But at this point I just couldn't remember it no matter how hard I tried. Then all of a sudden I heard a voice say the name of the person. It was a very deep, low-toned mellow voice (just like a distant deep low tone thunder). This incident happened on the day of the Equinox. (Rudy's stories can be found on the following pages: Missouri, Philippines and Mysterious Encounters, please be sure to visit all of these pages)
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(Rudy)
Sometime in 1971, a devastating typhoon had just passed by the city. There was a power outage but business had to be as usual. I can't recall any longer why I had to be at the building of this telephone company where I had worked years before. I had just entered the door when one of the payroll clerks recognized me. He knew my name but asked me to confirm anyway, and said that I had some back wages from the union labor strike of which I used to be a member. The elevator was shut, so we went down several long steps and as we walked into the dark hallways towards the payroll office, lights flashed behind corners ahead of us just like those from a camera. I thought the flashes were from sparks from electrical shorts in the building, so I asked the man if electric repairs were in progress. He replied no way and said they were temporarily using kerosene lamps for light. Apparently, he did not see the light flashes behind those many dark corners! I got a pretty sum of union back wages that day for a labor strike some 4 or 5 years before! (Rudy's stories can be found on the following pages: Missouri, Philippines and Mysterious Encounters, please be sure to visit all of these pages)
THE MISSING KEYS
(Rudy)
The year was 1979. This incident happened in a park while fixing my car. There wasn't much of anything to do that fine afternoon, so I decided to fix something in my car which I had been putting off for some time. I was renting an apartment in the city near a park by the lake. Needless to say, I had no garage to work at. Being a work day, I knew the park would not be busy with too many people, so I drove up there. This wasn't the first time I used this park as a garage. I parked under the shades of a tree, got out of the car, got my tool box out the trunk, opened the hood and started working. I can no longer remember what I worked on that day, but it was under hood in the engine. Having finished fixing, I got in the car to start the engine. The set of keys with the car key in it was gone.
Thinking back, after opening the trunk to get the tool box and before I started working, the only places where I could have inadvertently put the keys would be in one of my pockets, on the dashboard, on the front passenger seat or forgotten in the key hole of the trunk. This is how I am.
Except for a bunch of boys playing volleyball hundreds of feet away, the place where I parked at was an open space and practically desolate, "you can see for miles around". I would have been too dumb not to notice anybody approach or walk away from this little car from any direction and pull a dirty joke on me such as stealing my set of keys. Besides, the old car was not attractive enough to be worth that kind of joke.
I looked into every possible corner and slot in the car where the keys could have fallen into, including the engine - nothing. I looked on the ground around and under the car. The keys just plainly had vanished. I had to call a mobile locksmith. After several hours' waiting, they arrived, extracted the ignition key assembly, and did work on the barrel with a matching key. When I got home, I had to ask special favor from the manager of the apartment after waiting long hours to have replacement keys to my apartment. That day had indeed been a long day. The keys had disappeared without a clue or trace. (Rudy's stories can be found on the following pages: Missouri, Philippines and Mysterious Encounters, please be sure to visit all of these pages)
THE HAIR STRAND
(Rudy)
This paranormal episode occurred in 2002. It is not a very long story, but very extraordinary and challenges every sort of explanation. I do not know of any reason for the occurrence except the circumstance during the time frame that it happened.
I had a favorite reference book which I occasionally would read during spare time. I had pulled it out from the shelf one night and opened it to the page that I wanted. To my surprise, a long strand of thin dark brown, presumably woman's hair was on the page. I picked it up and held it between my fingers, wondering whose hair it was. I was intently examining it when it suddenly disintegrated slowly like hair being burned by a match beginning from its tip. But unlike burning hair which produces smelly smoke, this hair strand disintegrated into extremely fine particles which formed a thin streak in mid air. It produced no smell. The very minute particles were lustrous bluish black flakes or scales resembling very finely ground mica or graphite. They reflected light while flipping and turning in mid air. The streak that was formed floated long enough in the air for me to see the particles closely, then diffused into and vanished in the atmosphere. The closest thing similar to this streak is a thin line of smoke from a cigarette. I laid the hair strand down on the page and saw it continue to disintegrate all the way to the very end of the strand. No trace of it was left on the page. It was also during these days that I had been on the Internet, reading the apparitions at Lourdes, the life of Saint Bernadette and looking at her pictures, but I could not establish a direct relation of the hair strand to this.
Whoever or whatever placed the hair strand in my favorite reference book knew on what page I would be opening the book, lest I would have not found the paranormal hair. Predestined? (Rudy's stories can be found on the following pages: Missouri, Philippines and Mysterious Encounters, please be sure to visit all of these pages)
VOICES OVER THE PHONE
(Callie)
My aunt bought a Mexican restaurant business from her uncle a few years ago, and it has to be probably the coolest location ever. My aunt's (no relation to me only by marriage) family bought a 19th Century house in like the seventies....or maybe later I don't exactly know but they converted it into a restaurant. They really fixed it up nice and it is my favorite place to eat. The dining room and bar used to be the living room and kitchen and the bathrooms are upstairs where bedrooms and a deck garden used to be. A really famous Midwestern family lived in that house. There is a butler/maid's court in the attic that now serves as a storage area. This house/restaurant is very cool. My cousins have told me that when they are washing dishes in the basement they see things out of the corner of their eye. Human things. One of my cousins refuses to go to the bathroom alone because there is a closet (or so they believe) in there that no one can open, and the air conditioner or something makes odd strange noises. Plus whenever I go in there no matter what weather, the girls' bathroom is always always bitter cold. Once my cousins and I decided to do some investigating when the place was closed. We went in the basement, behind the locked shut back door into this extra bathroom type place with a drain. Someone behind us turned out the lights and one of my cousins heard a growling noise and began to run the opposite direction. In using that same bathroom area, my aunt's niece was in one of the stalls and she was in the basement washing dishes alone. She heard a toilet flush in the next stall over and heard someone walk out. My cousin, Tyler, has told me probably the creepiest thing about it. One day, when the restaurant was closed he and another employee were in the restaurant alone, no one else. One of the employees went upstairs to use the bathroom. When he came out he saw a woman walk down stairs. He told my cousin and my cousin said no one else was there. Another day when my cousin was there alone, he picked up the phone to call home. Two women were whispering on the line. It was faint but Tyler could make it out. "We have to get them out of her this is our house!" But nothing so far. Still this restaurant is a quaint little Mexican place that it's so awesome. The suspense makes me want to go there more!
KANSAS CITY'S FAMOUS SPIRITS
(Callie)
This past Friday night five of my family members and myself visited a cemetery dating back to the 1850's in downtown Kansas City. It was after dark. Now normally you'd think going to a cemetery like that after dark would be asking for it. But the city was having actors stand on people's graves and tell their life story. These people were generals and colonels and successful businessmen and women who had lived in the 1800's mostly during the Cival War. One of my close cousins, Schafer and I took out our cell phones for some ghost hunting. We were very excited. Schafer is really into ghost hunting and his favorite TV show is ghost hunters. Well at first glance walking into a pitch black no lights cemetery we were a little spooked. They had groups of about twenty to thirty people walking to the different graves to see the different people. Of course in that big of group in that area to be able to see sometimes Schafer and I would have to literally stand on graves. That was something really scary. I saw shadows that would pass by my eye. Schafer would record everyone we saw just incase something appeared on the screen. What was truly amazing was there were three graves near each other where all three people spoke one after another. Schafer recorded all of them. When the first man spoke I glanced at the screen of the phone camera and I saw two glowing balls of light. When I looked at the actor, there was nothing there except the light of the lantern which was visibly different from the lights I and Schafer saw on the screen. When the next person spoke, two more of the orb like things came on the screen and I did a double check to make sure that they weren't street lights from downtown or the lantern lights and there was nothing around this actor either. As we moved through the cemetery, I and many others in my family got a scared and creepy feeling as if people were watching us. The group before us took longer with their actor so we had to wait to see the next person sometimes. My aunt and I just decided to look at a few graves because she had a flash light. There was one grave that a two year old baby was buried there. The grave looks hardly worn away unlike the grave next to it. The two year old was buried in 1901 and died in 1903. There was fresh bouquet of flowers on the grave site. My aunt and I were shocked that after 104 years someone would still be alive to put flowers on a grave. When we were almost finished, I was just taking a last glance at the eerie cemetery when I saw a flash of blue light. I tiny little ball by a pitch black grave site that had no lantern light on it whatsoever. When we left and were heading home, I was telling my mom how cool I thought the experience was when she told me that at our first grave, she felt something tug at her hair. Not as hard as a pull but a little tup my the roots. That cemetery was such a cool experience. There is another cemetery in St. Joe with that started about the same time as the Kansas City one. My grandfather's grandparents are buried in St. Joe. And each and every time I have visited that cemetery. I get a horrible feeling inside like if I don't leave with in the next few minutes something will happen. I felt like I didn't belong there. I wanted to look at all of the different graves and how old the people were when I suddenly felt that if I went alone I wouldn't come back. My aunt and I were exploring the St. Joe cemetery and by the way we did not go at night!! (We were putting flowers on my great-great-grandparents graves) I just felt someone was following us. When we left the cemetery to head back home to KC, I saw a monument in the entrance that stated Confederate of the Dead with an arrow pointing to a huge hill with unmarked graves of dead Union soldiers. That's when I thought maybe they were the reason I had that horrible feeling. Whatever it was, only further triggers this fascination with the past life. I plan to go to the "Old Cemetery" (in Kansas City) during the day in the near future. Whatever was there just made the experience much more thrilling!!
WHAT LURKS ON PEPPERMILL DRIVE?
(Alex)
I have had what some will call a misunderstanding, but what I call an encounter on more than one occasion. It first started when my family and I moved to our new house in St. Louis, Missouri. This is when I was five. In the first weeks of moving in I noticed mysterious things going on. For example, about 3 months after we moved in (October) I was getting ready to take my shower when the door, which had been locked and shut, had randomly opened behind me. I then noticed something I can almost not describe moving down the hallway away from me. This startled me as a five-year old. So I of course shut the door quickly and began screaming. When my mom came up she did not believe me until the same thing happened to her only a few weeks later. Also that same year as I lay waiting to fall asleep when, I felt my room become very cold, but I thought it was my father because he likes to keep the temp at around 65 degrees, but I now do not think that because seconds later I felt something leaning on the end of my bed, and I saw this strange light as in the last story at my feet. And I for some reason have always thought it was my grandfather who had only died about 6 months earlier. This was very strange to me, and still is. Still today; at sixteen, these same things will happen along with fluctuation in temperature in my room only and cabinets in the kitchen opening, lights in the basement going on by themselves and doors slamming shut by themselves as well. With all of this it is a little spooky to think about the paranormal existence as I often do.
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