THE ORCHARD HOUSE SPIRITS
(Michelle)
When I was about eight years old, my mom, dad, sister and myself moved into a very old orchard house located on 10 acres of land. Back in 1913 the house burned down, for unknown reasons and was later rebuilt. We lived in the home for about 10 years and the entire time, there were always signs that we were not the only ones in the home, such as when we'd all be sitting in the living room, with our dogs at our feet and suddenly we'd hear the dog dishes sliding across the linoleum floor in the kitchen. Sometimes our dishes would even tip over on the counter as well. My whole family witnessed these events happening, but I was the only one who actually saw spirits in the home. Rumor has it that the man who rebuilt the home, had himself buried in the basement of this house. To go down there, would give me a really intense feeling of discomfort. To get into this area, you had to open a trap door in the floor of the linen closet upstairs, travel down a very steep set of stairs that were actually more like a ladder to get into the basement area. Oddly the walls and floor were all covered with cement. There was a preserves room with thick, old wooden doors where my mother kept all her canning goods and also a meat locker that my father used for hanging dear and such after hunting. I really feel that what ever was down there was not happy. I would always race up the steps after getting something for my mother and felt if I turned around I would see something awful right behind me. I never had the guts to turn around, I would get to the top of the stairs and quickly slam the trap door shut behind me. The first time I actually saw something was when I was around 15 years old. I was in bed and had just gotten over a cold and still had a bit of a cough. Mine and my sister's bedrooms were at the end of the hall and the bathroom was right beside my room. That night the bathroom light had been left on and I could see into the hallway. I began coughing and when I looked up to see what I first thought was my mother standing there with a bottle of cough syrup in one hand and a spoon in the other, instead it became more vivid as this image got closer to me, that it was not my mother at all....it was a woman wearing attire back from the pioneer days. I don't recall seeing her face, but do remember looking down and noticing the woman didn't have any feet. Startled by this I reached up and frantically turned on my lamp, but she'd disappeared by then. I feel now that she was not there for any reason, other than to help me that night. On another occasion, a girlfriend of mine was over to spend the night. I was sleeping on my single bed, situated against the wall and my friend slept on the floor. We'd said our goodnights and I rolled over towards the wall when suddenly I felt someone sit on the edge of my bed. I asked my friend what she was doing, but the sound of her voice replied from the floor area "Nothing". What ever was sitting beside me had vanished and my friend was left baffled about my strange inquiry. I truly believe that we had at least two different spirits in the house. One in the basement area, which I felt was probably angry that we intruded on his space and another spirit upstairs, which I believe was a female presence and she was not at all threatening, she just wanted us to know she was there and maybe give us a helping hand once in a while.
MY GHOSTLY BEGINNING
(Elly)
The first encounter I had, happened shortly after my Grandma died in 1970, I was 8 years old. I had helped my Mom make her bed and when we'd finished she left the room leaving me to pick up the stripped bedding from the floor. Before leaving the room I looked back at the freshly made bed only to see that it looked like someone had laid down on it rumpling the bed spread. I believe Grandma had paid us a visit. As a teen we lived in a different home. One night as I watched TV while babysitting my younger siblings, something flew passed my head from behind me and hit the living room window taking a small chip out of the glass. This really unnerved me because there was nothing but wall behind me and I couldn't find anything on the floor or window sill that damaged the window.
A FRIEND RETURNS
(Elly)
In November of 1983 a very good friend of my husbands died in an accident. He drowned in a vehicle that slid off the highway and plunged into a lake. Starting the night he passed away and the days that followed before his funeral we had "visits" from him. My husband had an old drum skin from his Grandfather's band hanging on our bedroom wall. The initials on the skin were "BJ". My husbands initials are BJ as were his friend's. This drum skin came off the wall knocking over a huge candle that first night. BJ drove a large tow truck for a living and we had a picture hanging on the wall of that tow truck towing a vehicle beside a lake, it flew off the wall and smashed. My husband and I were watching TV one night and witnessed a butter knife jump off the counter in our kitchen. On two occasions the keys to my husband's truck disappeared off the kitchen table. We tore the house apart looking for them only to find them back on the table. After our son was born in 1986 we moved to a bigger home.
THE GRAY LADY
(Elly)
My brother-in-law was moving in with us and had planned to occupy a room in the basement. He and I walked into this room with some of his possessions only to be met with a cold feeling of dread that made the hair on our scalps raise. Needless to say he chose a different room! Thereafter, though I would frequently be woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of voices coming up through the floor vent. It sounded like two people, a man and a woman, having a conversation. Much to my annoyance, I could never make out what they were saying! In 1988 we bought a house that had been built just prior to 1900, it was a beautiful old place and I loved it! In this house I encountered the "Gray Lady". I could only catch glimpses of her from the corner of my eye but I got whiffs of her perfume all the time. She was fairly tall, dressed in a long skirt with a white blouse and wore her hair in a bun at the back of her neck. One of my two cats saw her all the time and would arch her back, flatten her ears and hiss. The two parrots would squawk at her and one day while I was vacuuming she turned off the machine. As I cleaned our bedrooms I was in the habit of closing the door of the room I had just finished....she would open them again. She also opened the doors to my pantry and all the closet doors. We had to sell that house due to divorce which broke my heart and didn't please my "Gray Lady" either. One day, shortly before I moved, I was calling to my kids through an upstairs window when the window came down and nearly broke all my fingers. This particular window was a pain to open and an even bigger pain to close because it didn't slide properly in the frame and needed to be wrestled with. The story of this house is that it was built by sailor after he retired. One of the main support beams in the house was part of a mast from that last ship he sailed on. He and his wife had never had children and I think that's why she made herself known, she liked having a family around.
IT DIDN'T LOOK LIKE A HAUNTED HOUSE!
(Anonymous)
A friend of mine from grade school told me that the house she lived in was haunted. I didn't know what to think of it because the house didn't look like a "haunted house" it just looked like a "normal" house. She would tell me that sometimes when her and her family would be at the dinner table the pictures in the kitchen would fly off the wall, hitting them in the head. Another incident was that they kept a ship on the shelf in the living room, it would play music when wound up and they always kept it facing in a sideways position. Well, sometimes you could be just sitting in the living room, all of a sudden the music would begin playing from the ship and the front end of the ship would have mysteriously changed positions. On another occasion, I was in the kitchen reading the newspaper while waiting for my friend to get ready for us to go out. She came running in and asked me who was in the house. I answered "No one but us". She then told me that she heard a man's voice ask me what I was doing in the house and told me that I needed to leave. She then went on to say that the man's voice sounded very threatening. I told her that I had been sitting in the kitchen reading the paper the whole time. One possible explanation for these hauntings might be the fact that years ago, before they moved in, a couple was killed in the house. That was the last time I remember going over to her place.
SOMETHING'S IN MY APARTMENT!
(Robin)
I was sleeping in my bed one night. I had a family member over who was 13 years old and she decided to go to bed. I usually let my guests use my bed, while I sleep on the couch. Anyway....she came running out of my bedroom, saying "I saw something at the foot of your bed"! I told her "You're crazy". Being she was crying and I told her to go ahead and lay on the loveseat and I would wake her up when I decided to go to bed myself. I got tired and agreed to lay with her until she fell asleep. She started whimpering, I asked "what's wrong"? and she said "I hear something in the living room". I told her I hadn't heard anything out of the ordinary and I'm pretty used to the sounds of my apartment being on the 10th floor (Having the main water pipes run through my walls and they shake whenever someone uses the water). So I told her "Just close your eyes, clear your mind and go to sleep, I have to get up early in the morning". So we're laying there and I was laying on one side of the bed, with her on the other and I felt something "nudge" me (As if to wake me to "get up"), I felt two fingers nudging my shoulder. I laid there in complete stillness to see if it would happen again but it didn't. I rolled over and said "Keisha, did you just nudge me"? and she said "No". I couldn't sleep after that, I went back into the living room and turned the lamp on, laid beside the stereo, playing classical music until I fell asleep. Sometimes, when I'm laying in bed (since I'm single), it feels as though something is hovering over me, my body hairs start to tingle, maybe it's just my imagination running away with me, but after the incident I just mentioned, I'm weary that there might be some sort of presence in my apartment. Whatever or whoever it is, doesn't come around too often. My sister says I have a "dimension opening" near one of my pictures on the wall, which is close to the bathroom. I haven't experienced anything out of the ordinary in the past....but since this episode, I can't help but wonder what was going on.
THE DARK FIGURE
(Anonymous)
For about three months now, my friend and I have been experiencing numerous encounters with a tall dark figure. It appears to be wearing a black trench coat and black top hat. We believe it to be a male spirit because of the height, weight and hair. We can't actually see any facial features on this "dark figure". At night weird things happen such as movement of objects, touching, feeling and odd noises. Lights also start to flicker off and on as if something flew under or in front of them. We have also witnessed what appears to be movement in the main house, while we're at the cabin, twenty feet away. Our dog has also had some bizarre encounter with something because she began acting hysterical, running all over the house trying desperately to get outside and attack what ever she saw out there. While on the front porch getting firewood and fresh air, we saw a moving light, followed by at least two or more voices. After several minutes only one strange looking person, whom we've never seen before in our lives, walked quite slowly past the house. We found this odd, because our neighbors live further down the road and this was obviously not one of them. I must mention that around the time all of this began happening is around the time my friend's boyfriend committed suicide, I can't help but wonder if all this occurring might have something to do with him or his death.
GRANDPA BY MY SIDE
(Anonymous)
My grandpa died in Lebanon when I was 9 years old. When he died, I felt that something in my life was missing. I was thinking that he hasn't gone, I didn't want to accept it. Anyway, after a couple of weeks I was sitting with my cousin and I was telling him how I've miss my grandfather. My cousin was trying to tell me that my grandpa wouldn't want me to be sad. So I told my cousin, if my grandpa was with me, maybe he would give me a sign. At that moment I felt a cold air (the windows weren't open), I turned around and my cousin asked me if I felt that and I said I did. From that day forward, I felt that I had my grandpa next to me. I think he will always be there to guide me. I will always love my grandpa.
WHISPERS AND SMELLS
(Terra)
One day I was upstairs in my bedroom getting ready to settle down and watch a little t.v before bed. My younger brother came upstairs and yelled to me to stop spraying my perfume because it gave him migrains. I came out of my room ready to really yell at him for yelling at me and this very beautiful smell hit my nose. I was stunned and looked over at him and said that it wasn't any of my perfumes and why would I spray them before bed? Now every time my mother puts the younger kids to bed she can smell this perfume as if it watches over our family. Also while sitting at the computer I often hear whispers coming from the intercom. I have a baby brother and also a handicapped sister and I think whoever this person is whispers to them at night and that's what I am hearing over the intercom.
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