A MENACING SPIRIT
(Jeanette)
I have always believed in the unexplained.  Lots of strange and creepy things have happened to my two brothers and I.  One specific room in our home used to have weird things happen in it, but I personally encountered things through out our home.  My first encounter came one night while I was talking on the phone to a friend.  All the doors were closed and I had only a night light on.  While chatting with my friend on the phone, suddenly I felt something out of the ordinary....it felt as though something bad were in the room with me.  I got quiet for a second and next thing I knew, the night light slowly began to fade until it were completely off and I were left in the pitch dark.  I didn't even have time to think twice about what I were going to do next....I was so scared I immediately dropped the phone and just took off to turn the other light on, on the other side of the room.  I ran to my brother Omar's room, told him what happened, but he acted like he didn't believe me.  So, I took a deep breath, went back in my room, closed the door, assumed there must be a logical explanation for what I experienced and resumed my conversation on the phone.  Next thing I knew....the light began to dim again, slowly....slowly....until what little light was left, faded away again.  Now...I was worried and my heart began beating right out of my chest!  I ran out of the room with my little sister still asleep, oblivious to what was happening.  I ran to my mother, exclaiming what I'd just encountered, but her explanation was that the light was probably about ready to go out....but somehow, in my gut, I knew different.  The next day when I arrived home from school, I turned on the light without any problem what so ever. Assuming someone must of replaced the bulb, I asked my mother if she had switched the light bulbs, but she said she hadn't.   I had no further problems until a few weeks later when I began to feel as if I were being watched and followed around our home.  At the time, we had several mirrors in the first few rooms of the house and as I would pass by one of these mirrors, out of the corner of my eye, I would catch a glimpse of a dark shadow following behind me.  It really freaked me out, but being I felt no one would believe me, I thought I am just going to have to get used to it and ignore it. Well, eventually other things began happening to other family members. The last room in the house and the only room with lots of windows, six to be exact, was occupied by my oldest brother, Oscar.  Every night when he was ready to go to bed, he would close his door.  One particular night, he got the eerie feeling he weren't alone. He felt a presence in the room with him....but chose to ignore it and went to sleep.  Later, it appeared what ever was in the room with him, must of woke him up, because when he woke, he could still feel the presence in the room with him.  Agitated, he began screaming and cussing at it to leave him alone.  He went back to sleep.  When he woke up in the morning, he was shocked to find that he had several unexplained scratches on his back.  After he got married and moved out, my second oldest brother Omar moved into the room.  He too would also close the door behind him when he went to bed at night.  One night he said he woke up to a very weird, loud buzzing sound.  When he went to get up, he felt as though an invisible force were holding him down, because he was unable to move....it was as though he were completely paralyzed.  After much struggling and fighting to move, the noise suddenly stopped and he was able to get up.  Eventually, Omar also got married and moved away.  I then acquired the room.  I always loved and admired the room because of all the light that would shine through all the wonderful windows that filled the room.   I never thought in a million years I, like my brothers, would too encounter bizarre events in the room.  My mother ended up blessing our home while my sister and I were at school and nothing happened for quite a while afterwards.....until years later.  My friends and I decided one time to play with the Ouija board....just for the fun of it.  Well....I had no success with communicating with anything, but my two friends sure did.  We were all so freaked out by the experience that we decided to stop.  I honestly feel, we may have invited what ever was in our home, back....because things started back up within a few months.  Late on night we were all getting ready for bed.  I had my bedroom door open and while laying down on my bed, I was almost asleep when I heard what sounded like footsteps coming from my little sister's room, towards my room.  Assuming it were my mother, I waited until what I thought she would arrive in my room, but she never did.  Curious, I got up to check, but no one was there.  I figured I must be allowing my imagination get the best of me, so I blew it off and decided to just go to bed.  Sometime in the middle of the night, while laying sideways on my arm, I woke up to what felt as if someone were right in my face, near my ear, breathing very heavy.  I jolted up, looked around, but no one was there.  I got so scared that the rest of the night, I hid beneath my covers.  My mother ended up having to bless our home again, because everyone agreed, something really weird was going on.  Since then, nothing has happened, thank goodness!




CHILLING ENCOUNTERS
IN GRANDMA'S HOUSE
(Jessica)
The first encounter I ever had was when I was about 5 or 6.  My grandmother had a house with lots of land. I lived in a trailer on the property. I went over to see my grandmother and to visit with the new baby that my aunt just had. My grandmother's house was only 1 floor, but it was rather big. Three bedrooms, 2 bathrooms and a huge living room and kitchen, along with a huge porch. One of the bed rooms was my grandmother's and the other was a guest room. I still to this day don't remember what the third room was for, but do know, every time I went near the room I got the chills. It was always cold in there. Well, when my aunt and uncle were there with the baby they stayed in the guest room and put their baby in the third bed room. There was also this black doll that sat on a dresser in there it had red eyes and just had the most evil look about it. Every time my grandmother put it away, somehow, it always managed to find it's way back in the same spot on the dresser. I honestly believe this doll was the source to all the strange occurrences. When the baby was taking a nap in that room, she woke up screaming. We all ran in there to see what happened. To our shock the crib was packed full of magazines....piled on top of the baby. She was fine just a little scared.  The next day my sister and I were over there again and this time we were playing in the living room. We were playing with our toys from the toy box when my sister said that she wished she had a train. About 10 minutes later a my grandfather's model train came in to the room. It just floated right in the room on it's own accord.  We told grandmother about it but she thought we were lying. After that, I can't recall any further experiences in the home.




"DAN AND I"
(Janiece)
In 1994 I became engaged to Dan. He had been taking a leave of absence from his job as a chef, because his uncle was terminally ill and he was staying at "Unc's" house, taking care of him. After Unc died, I moved in and shortly thereafter started hearing a noise like a big dog's claws clicking on the wooden floor. If you've ever lived with a big dog, you'll know the sound I'm talking about. But the dog in question had been Unc's dog and been dead for years. Dan and I would sit in the living room, which had a large mirror on one wall.  I would see figures moving about in the mirror which had no substance when I turned around. Now I have been seeing and hearing things other people couldn't for some time, so I wasn't particularly spooked about any of this, until the night shortly following Thanksgiving when I had to rush Dan to the hospital. At the hospital, they told my soon to be husband that he had certain health problems that could be controlled, but when I was I was allowed in to see him, he told me, "I'm going to die." I hushed him and explained to him that he couldn't possibly, we were just starting our lives together and hadn't had our last dance yet. Of course, I was wrong....he could and he did. I couldn't believe it when they told me, I kept insisting they let me see him. But I managed (with a LOT of help) to arrange the funeral and the memorial and take care of business. Although I continued to live in the house we had shared, I had to help with the estate sale (remember I wasn't his wife yet) and dispose of the assets, as I had no rights. However, I also couldn't sleep in our bed. I couldn't go there and not find him. About two weeks after the fact, I was sleeping on the love seat when I felt a tap on my hand. I heard Dan very clearly tell me "You don't eat enough and you cry too much. Come to bed".  I got up and went into our bedroom and slept on my side of the bed. It was so clear that I could even feel his chest hair under my cheek. He told me he couldn't stay, but to sleep. In the morning I could smell his cologne on my pillow. Dan came to me a few times after that, and then finally told me "Enough, I have to go now". He never came again, but I know he still watches.




THE MAN IN THE PLAYROOM
(Tiffanie)
About two months after moving into a doublewide mobile home, we realized something were seriously wrong...it was haunted.  The first incident happened to my oldest son, who was two going on three at the time.  I was cleaning his room, while he were two doors down in his toy room playing.  All of a sudden he came running to me crying and screaming there was a man in the room.  At the time, it freaked me out, because my son and I were home alone.  I walked around and checked to see whom this man he claimed to have seen was...but found no one in the home.  Later, I became pregnant with my second child.  I was about seven months pregnant at the time.  My oldest son would often climb into bed with my husband and I.  This one particular night, he was in our bed, singing himself a song.  I started hearing the floor creek at the end of the bed and next thing I knew, my son literally began trying to get under me....screaming "NO!"  It then sounded like something jumped out of the bedroom and ran down the hall. I woke my husband up and told him that someone was in the house.  He immediately jumped out of bed to go check things out.  There wasn't anyone there....and there certainly wasn't enough time for someone to get out of the house undetected.  My son ended up sleeping with us for the next two weeks following.  On another occasion, my friend came to stay the night because her husband worked nights and she didn't want to be alone.  We were sitting at the dining room table, which faced the hallway.  All of a sudden I looked up for some odd reason and saw a tall white, misty looking figure come out of the playroom.  It went into the kitchen and then just disappeared.  Two nights later, my friend and her husband decided to spend the night.  They slept in the playroom...the same room where most of the activity had occurred.  My friend said she woke up in the middle of the night to the feeling that she were being watched or starred at.  When her eyes focused, she saw the dark shadow of a man walking around in circles...as if he were looking for something.  There have been many other things happen in this home that I couldn't explain.  We no longer live there, but I discovered the family now living in the home; a grandmother and her granddaughter, also report having strange encounters there as well.




ANTHONY'S LITTLE PLAYMATE
(Estrella)
When it comes to old houses, one can sense an unspoken welcome. Other old houses seem to posses an underlying secret of unspeakable memories. But, what can be said of a new house? Well, it too can be a place of mystery when it becomes haunted. The following is one of many true accounts. We purchased a new house four years ago but, soon began to realize we were not it's only occupants. At first it was just little things. I would be awakened in the middle of the night by strange music. On other nights I would wake to the sound of a voice, or lots of voices whispering and talking. Hearing noises by something that could not be seen was startling enough but, seeing what walked down the hallway was even worse. Our five year old grandson, Anthony, is an only child. Then one day, in June of 2004 a most memorable little playmate arrived to keep Anthony company. He was a boy named Eric, around the same age as Anthony and as friendly or mischievous as any little boy could be. Our grandson was excited to have this little companion and he soon forgot about being lonely. Eric shared all the same enjoyments as Anthony, especially the fact that-----we couldn't see him! The usual activities continued with a rattling of the windows and a knocking on the walls. On many occasions we would see our grandson's toys moving on their own. One day every toy with wheels found its way to the living room, as Anthony lay sleeping on the couch. It was a brave attempt, on Anthony's part to take the blame for these disruptive happenings. I am sure Eric found this more than amusing, since his little pranks continued on. Of course, we tried to overlook the little things but, one day something happened that, we could not forgive. On a hot, sultry, July afternoon, Anthony asked if he and Eric could go swimming. Needless to say, I welcomed the break from housework and agreed that, he should indeed go swimming. Within ten minutes of being in the water, Anthony was talking to someone and I knew just who that someone was. I casually asked him, if Eric was in the water with him? He seemed unhappy when he answered me saying, "No, he's not, Eric is afraid of the water." I curiously asked why Eric had a fear of the water. Anthony seemed agitated and raised his voice saying, "Cause Eric died in the water, that's why!" I was taken by that remark. Something didn't feel right considering it was Eric's idea and why would he suggest swimming, if he feared the water? I cautiously stood up, walked the few feet to the pool and held out my hand. On the outside of the pool, closest to my grandson, there was a chill spot. Anthony looked puzzled and was starring hard at me when he asked, "Do you feel the cold?" I nodded as I walked around the pool. It was July, it was hot but, the chill spot followed me as I moved. When I stopped, it stopped beside me. I forced a smile and cheerfully leaned over and asked Anthony to take my hand. I told him, it was time we went inside. He was starring to the left of me and began moving back and away, pleading with me to let him swim a few minutes more. I felt the sensation of something invisible and hostile moving away from me and then the presence was gone. Trying to seem calm, I asked Anthony if he could see Eric. Again, he became angry. "See, what you did; now you made him leave!" I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad he was gone! I sat down beside the pool, trying to collect my thoughts. I motioned for Anthony, telling him to move to where I was, if he wanted to stay in the water a while longer. He walked towards me and when he reached the shallow end, he suddenly got down on all fours and began to crawl, with only his head above water. I jumped up and into the pool yelling, as I headed for him, "Why are you doing that?" Anthony only managed to say, "Because he told me..." and in an instant his head was under the water and his shoulders were heaving upwards. He was clearly pulling and hitting at something around the back of his neck. I reached down and grabbed him under his arms, jerking him up and out of the water. He was horrified, as he gasped for air. I was holding him tightly, as I stepped out of the pool. Without thinking and speaking in a harsh, hate filled voice, I screamed, "Get out of here now, Eric!" I felt sick and weak, from the inside out and fell to my knees crying. All I could do was run my hands over Anthony's face and repeatedly ask him, if he was all right? And, all he could do was search the area with his eyes and shiver. I tried to be reassuring and told him, "You're safe now baby, Eric is gone." But, I didn't know that for a fact, I couldn't see him, or feel his cold presence? Without forethought, I found myself desperate to know the truth and whispering to Anthony, "He is gone, isn't he?" The atmosphere grew still. The only sound I heard was Anthony weeping, as he buried his head on my shoulder, his arms clinging around me like a vine. I stood up and hurriedly walked towards the house. I grabbed a towel from the patio chair and wrapped it around him. Just as I was about to reach for the door knob, Anthony raised up, glanced around, put his mouth to my ear and whispered, "He's gone, Grandma, but he'll come back." To that I added, "Well, he'd better be gone! And, I hope to God, he doesn't come back!" Once inside, I locked the door, sat Anthony on the nearest dinning room chair and began drying him off. We were both shaken by the experience. Neither of us felt comfortable but, I was compelled to ask, why Eric would try to hurt him? Anthony said nothing. As I dressed him, he just stood there in silence, with this confused look on his face. So, I repeated my question and followed that by several other questions. Still nothing. I called my husband and told him what happened. The silence coming from him suddenly jolted my memory. For goodness sakes! He is famous for being the biggest skeptic this family has ever known. But, I didn't wait for his usual sarcastic remarks. I boldly told him, "Before you say anything, I did not imagine this, I am not loosing my mind and neither is Anthony!" I slammed the phone down and took Anthony out the front with me. He was home within minutes. Pulling into the driveway, he found us standing there waiting. Anthony was up and running. He jumped into his Grandpa's arms and began crying all over again. I couldn't get a word in edgewise. Anthony didn't stop talking until he had told the entire story from beginning to end, including details I had no knowledge of? The whole time he was talking, Anthony constantly referred to his attacker as "the ghost." Who was I to question why he did this? As far as I could tell, he was doing a great job of transforming a skeptic, into a believer. Afterwards, Anthony demanded that, his Grandpa drain the pool out. Great idea! Works for me. Of course Grandpa agreed, he had just been enlightened on the subject of ghosts. Ironic, how someone can suddenly developed a fear of something they didn't think existed. And so, the next morning Anthony jumped for joy at the site of our empty pool.




THE PORTAL TO THE PARANORMAL
(Shelli)
I think I knew before we moved in to our home that it was haunted....I could feel it deep down in my bones.  The first night we stayed in the house, I dreamed that I was sitting in my living room and a small boy was running back and forth through the house.  I asked him what he was doing and he told me he was looking for his Mommy.  I told him that I was sorry, but she was not here.  It didn't occur to me until the next day while I was in the shower, something strange happened.  Even though I was bathing in scolding hot water, it sudden became icy cold and next thing I knew I was poked in the hip by small invisible fingers.  Later that day, I told my husband what happened and to my surprise he said he too had experienced something unusual.  He said while he was scrapping paint off the window, he felt a sudden tug on the back of his pant leg.  The next night, while we were setting up our bed, the child must have been trying to get my attention as well...because I felt a sudden tug on the back of my shirt.  I had to laugh, because all of this was so new to me, that it was almost humorously unbelievable.  Little did we know this was only the beginning.  We have a remote control truck that seems to move about on its own accord.  The only way it will move is if you touch the remote antenna to the truck antenna...but somehow, someway...this truck will begin running wild through out the house without anyone operating it!  One night, I was in bed and my husband was on the computer.  Next thing I knew, I felt something...someone....lay on my hair.  I assumed it must be the little boy, missing his mother so desperately, he saw me as a mother figure and cuddled up to go to sleep.  Jokingly I said out loud "There are toys in the garage, go play with them in there".  We soon discovered this little male child isn't the only ghost in our home. We've also witnessed a woman who seems to frequent our kitchen.  I don't know how, but I had a feeling there was also a female child in the house as well, but never knew for sure. I never encountered her, only felt her presence but the confirmation came one day when one of the children insisted they were talking to a little girl in our bedroom.  We weren't aware there was a man in the house too....until I was in the bathroom and heard a man's voice talk to my children.  They were lying on our bedroom floor sleeping and I distinctly heard a male voice asking the children how they were doing.  When I came out to see who it was, no one was there.  These are only a handful of the many things we encounter in this home....our experiences continue to date.  (Click here to view Shelli's photos)


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