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: Philippines, 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: Philippines, 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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