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.
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