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August 2000
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The Thing in the Stream by Amy S. About five years ago I was on my way home from a particularly frustrating day at work and I decided to stop near an old, wooden one-lane bridge about five minutes from my home. I had been stopping there for years to just stand on the bridge and listen to the water, especially during the full moon - it's lovely. On this particular night, there was no moon to speak of - it was a sliver, a scant thumbnail moon - and there were some clouds in the sky. It was quite cool, especially for August, and it was about 2:30 a.m. or thereabouts. I parked my car on the far side of the bridge (in a town this small, it was not likely to alarm anyone) and walked out to the center and stood at the rail, looking into the water. After a few minutes, I started to feel very uncomfortable. I shrugged it off, telling myself I was being silly. A minute or so later, I was getting quite frightened for no discernable reason. I was in a familiar place, and I had not heard or seen anything to make me feel that way. I started looking around for anything out of place - down at the bridge for a flashlight shining up between the boards, headlights, glowing animal eyes - nothing. I tried to get a grip on myself, made myself breathe normally and just looked at the water. When I looked down at the water, where it was flowing under the bridge almost directly below me, I saw what I can only describe as a light of some kind in the water - under the water - moving out from under the bridge against the current. The color of that light defies description - a sickly, unhealthy, bluish, brownish, yellowish green, and it seemed to be moving toward me. I was like a deer in headlights - frozen. I don't even remember running to the car and getting in and driving away. I do remember being absolutely, completely terrified. That was the most fear I have ever felt in my life. I was so frightened at the moment I saw that light I was almost sick with it. The fact that I was scared before I saw anything was more scary in retrospect. In all seriousness, I've seen swamp gas, slept in "haunted" houses, worked in horrible neighborhoods, but I have never been given to flights of fancy. I'm a professional copywriter for a popular media trade magazine. I'm detail oriented and observant, not a nervous Nelly about every little thing. I still have no idea what I saw, and the people I've consulted have not reached any satisfactory conclusions. |
| For being selected as the "Coolest Story of the Month," Amy S. is receiving a free copy of Celtic Mysteries in New England, courtesy Llewellyn Publications, St. Paul, MN 55164-0383. |
I am a 14-year-old male. All of my life, for as long as I can remember, I have had a dream about once a month in which I wake up choking and gasping for breath. The only thing I can ever remember about the dream is that it involves a house painted bright green. A few months ago, something happened that has never happened before: I had the dream two nights in a row. Since then the dreams have been more and more frequent. I believe it means that the dream is a prediction of something that will happen soon. Believe me, if I ever see a house painted bright green, I sure won't go in!
Demonic Occult
Rite by Alec J.
When I was 18 I had a girlfriend who was regularly in and out of psychiatric
care because of an incident she had had involving "supernatural" forces. At
that time, she and I and others were quite heavily involved in the occult. We
had all heard the old chestnut of telling the Lord's prayer backwards in a
mirror at midnight with a lighted candle and you would see the devil over your
shoulder. Well, we all tried it and found that the mind can be very suggestive
when you're absolutely knackered at midnight. After doing a great deal of
research, I found out that we were actually doing the "ceremony"
incorrectly. Without going into specifics, there was first the issue of getting
the correct night, then the correct version of the Lord's Prayer, then whether
or not the prop should actually be a candle. Finally, through a great deal of
research and, I must admit, some illegal borrowing of scripts from our local
church, we gathered the correct script in the correct language. We all agreed
that we would not attempt the ceremony alone. Unfortunately, this particular
girl was too impatient to wait and proceeded to perform the ceremony at the
first available chance. After this there is a little confusion. And it was only
after a long time that I was able to glean what she had seen from the reports of
others who had visited her in the hospital. She had performed the ceremony
correctly to start with and then she had seen what she could only describe as an
IRA terrorist standing behind her. It was at this moment she made the fatal
mistake of turning to face the apparition. Of course she could not see it in the
room, but she had already turned and had given herself to "it." The last
time I heard of her, she had tried at least eight times to end her life. She
claimed to be seeing this vision all the time in every mirror wherever she was.
I lost contact with the others when we all went to university, but I remember
her and wonder if she is still alive.
The Phantom
Birds by Senorita Gases
I was born in Africa and have lived in the U.S. for about 20 years. At the age
of eight, I had experienced what I would call a ghostly encounter. My sister and
I went to collect water from a well when it was sunset. When we were about to go
home, I heard what sounded like a person coughing twice. Then I felt a gentle
breeze and I could see it making the long, dry grass around us move. Then I saw
lots of birds, approximately of a pigeon size. The strange thing with them was
that they were all over, not flying above as others birds do; they were above,
on the ground, in the middle - everywhere. Then they landed right about three
feet away from me, but I couldn't see any single one of them on the ground. They
didn't have any color, but were all dark. I was really scared that I ran back
home crying my lungs out. My sister just ran after me crying as well, but later
she revealed that she didn't see anything and was just crying because I was. At
home, no one believed me and considered it to be me who is having some kind of
illusions. Exactly eight years later, I got so sick that I contacted a
traditional doctor who also happened to be psychic. He revealed exactly what
have happened to me eight years previously and termed it simply as a threat from
someone who didn't like me.
Impish Little
Willy Billy by Rita M.
Little Willy Billy. I don't know if that's his real name, but I have called him
that for years. He is about three or four years old, a good boy, but loves to
play tricks - who is called the DOPler Effect. He
loves to go to work with me. He steals my boss's Pepsis and won't return them,
yet never bothers my Diet Coke. He will move tools and then put them back after
we go crazy trying to find them. I had surgery last February and stayed with my
folks after returning from the hospital. Billy came to stay, too. After I
returned home, Willy Billy stayed at my folk's home. He taped shows on the VCR,
left the lights on in my folk's car and would love to play with the windshield
wipers, too. My mother sent him home and he came back to my place for a little
while. One day I was talking to my girlfriend, Nancy, on the phone and asked
Little Willy Billy to go live with her. She laughed, but guess what? He is now
living with her! He loves to move her things and is driving her crazy. She keep
telling him to go home, but I think he loves her. He won't go. She has lung
cancer and I think he's staying there because he's worried about her. He isn't
mean; he is just a little boy looking for love. She loves him even if she says
he needs to go home.
Memories of
Things I Never Did by Britta S.
Ever since I was little, I can remember things - things that I never did, saw
or could possibly have known about. One is the memory of a woman, presumably my
mother, in what was probably 14th or 15th century England. I'm watching her and
she's wearing a blue dress that has a six-inch-wide strip of gold-colored fabric
all the way around the bottom. It buttons all the way up the front. She's
wearing a belt made of some kind of metal. I also have memories of being in
ancient Scotland. I find that I have an affinity for Celtic things and can speak
in an English or Scottish, accent and people can't tell I'm not from there.
Ouija Problem
by MonkyChik221
Two of my friends and I were playing with the Ouija board. We were playing in
the closet because it was daytime. We did it a few times and then we were on a
roll. We asked it if there was a spirit present and it said YES.
So we asked it if it was evil and it said NO. Then we
asked it how old it was and it said 432. So we asked it how old it was when it
died and it said 12. Next we asked it what its name was and it spelled out JETHE.
Ok, so we were getting kinda freaked, but it was pretty cool. Next we asked it
if it was in the room and when it said YES, my friend
asked it where. It spelled out DAQ. We didn't understand,
so my friend asked it to spell it again. This time it spelled DANA.
Dana is the other friend who was playing. She still feels normal, but we don't
know what to do. She is pretty scared.
Pushy Ghost
by Maranne C.
I had a very unusual experience when I lived in Bangkok, Thailand in 1969. I had
been to a dinner party and we had sat on the penthouse porch for a long time
overlooking the city. As we hadn't been in Bangkok but a week and had just moved
into a new apartment, we didn't have many clothes or personal things. Our
bedroom in the apartment was very big and had built-in furniture, We had just
gone to bed when I decided I had better go to the bathroom before going to
sleep. When I got up, a very strong force came at me and I felt I was being
pushed down a flight of stairs. I tried to grab the wall, but couldn't and ended
up on the floor at the far end of the room. My husband was running toward me
when whatever the force was began banging my head on the floor! It quit when my
husband got to me. We never did know what happened nor what it was. We were
living in a brand new apartment and no one seemed to know what happened. One day
we came home and the dining room floor was in pieces. It was a teak floor and we
immediately called the landlord and gave him our notice. We never did find out
what happened.
I Must Be a
SLIder by Brett333
I guess I must be a SLIder. I didn't realize that this was
happening to other people until I read your article though. I started
noticing it about five or six years ago. It's rare that a streetlight will go
off as I drive under it, but it is very common for one to go off as I walk or
run under it - parking lot lights especially. Lights in my house are
constantly going on and off. Mechanical devices seem to go on the fritz when I'm
working with them. I've just always thought I had a "magic" touch.
Uncle Rufus by Vicki T.
My Great-Uncle Rufus always moved from house to house. He would buy one, then
sell it and then he would build one and sell that one. He did this for many,
many years. Rufus married a woman who bore him twin sons, but she soon grew
tired of Rufus's constant moving around and divorced him. She took their young
sons with her and moved several hundred miles away. Uncle Rufus never remarried
and did not see his sons often, so from the time I was a small child, he spent a
lot of time with my family and always joined us for holidays and such. As Rufus
became elderly and infirm, he built a nice brick home next door to my parents so
he could be close to family. He was very particular about his housekeeping and
had a very good eye for home decorating. As he became more sickly, he insisted
that when he passed on that he wanted my husband and me to have his house. He
told me that he had instructed his twin sons to sell us the house at a very low
price and they had agreed to this. Uncle Rufus passed on and, sure enough, my
husband and I purchased the house from his sons. Soon after we bought the house,
we started remodeling. On many occasions, I would see a human-sized shape out of
the corner of my eye and feel a kindly presence as I cleaned and painted. When I
would turn to look, it would be gone. This went on for a long time and I never
told anyone about it. I knew in my heart it was Uncle Rufus checking out what I
was doing to his house and, though I was not scared, it did start to make me
uneasy. I had never had anything like this happen to me before and it was just a
little strange. One day as I was running the vacuum cleaner, I felt a presence
and saw a shape out of the corner of my eye. I said out loud in an angry voice, "Uncle Rufus, please just leave me alone and let me finish my housework!"
The instant the words left my mouth, I felt such a sense of loss that I cannot
describe it. Sadly, I've never seen or felt the presence again. To this day I
feel so badly for making Uncle Rufus's protective spirit leave my home.
Demon: Was It a
Dream? by Debbie S.
This tale has haunted me all my life. I was about six or seven years of age, and
we lived on Kersley St. in Bucyrus, Ohio. We had two bedrooms and a bath
upstairs, which is where we children and grandparents slept. The bathroom had
one of those doors that had the four inset sections. One of these sections was
missing in the bottom right-hand corner closest to the hinges. This made using
the bathroom light with the door shut a nice night light for lighting the hall
to the steps and still provided light down the stairs. I awoke in the middle of
the night wanting a drink of water. As I left the bedroom (next to the
bathroom), I noticed a beast sitting in the bathroom! I knew it was the devil.
He was dark, ugly, hairy and had a tail with a spade shape at the end. It asked
me where I thought I was going, and I said I was thirsty. It told me to go on
down and get a drink and that I had better not say anything to my mother about
him or he was going to hurt her badly. So I went down, got my drink and went
back upstairs and to bed. I awoke the next morning to normal life. For many many
years I kept this to myself, afraid to ask any questions, but in my mind it was
real. I will never know if it was a dream or if it was real, but the scare it
gave me was real enough to last all these years.
Premonitions of
Death by Lynda P.
I have wanted to talk about this for years, but am afraid that most everyone I
know will think I am crazy. I am in the retail business and a lot of days I will
think of a regular customer, and within 30 minutes they will walk in the door.
It used to astound me, but now I expect them. When I was 14 years old (I am 42
now), I was lying in bed one night and saw a man whom I hardly knew. He was the
father of my mother's friend. He was dying and looked horrible. He lived in
Texas, and we were in Arkansas. The next morning we got a call that said he had
died. I had only met him once on a visit to Texas. I didn't even know him, but I
recognized him. That same year, my pet dog, a border collie, cried in the middle
of the night. It made me cry. I begged for her to come sleep in bed with me. I
was awake a lot that night with her. She was so upset and so was I. The next day
at school when I was in gym, I hurt my leg. The physical pain was not as bad as
how I was feeling inside. But, I had to check out of school. I was crying real
bad, but it was not the physical pain. It was deep inside, emotional. I finally
got home and my mother told me that our neighbor deliberately ran over my dog. I
feel like I got hurt the same time my dog got hit. One of my hardest instances
was when my grandmother died. My grandfather had been in and out of the
intensive care unit (ICU) for almost a year. It was wearing her down. Finally,
she had congestive heart failure and was put in an ICU three rooms down from
him. I had been to the hospital and nursing home everyday for months. My
grandmother finally got moved to a regular room with the expectation of getting
better. On a Sunday, the first day I had decided to stay home, I needed to clean
house. I was cleaning my son's room when all of a sudden I felt weak, and
swooned. I had to lie on the bed. I felt a swoosh through my body that made me
even weaker. So I lay there for a few minutes. After about 10 minutes or so, the
phone rang. It was my mother, telling me that my grandmother just died. I was
heartbroken because that it was the first day I had not been to the hospital or
nursing home in months. And I was not there when she needed me. A couple of
weeks later at my store, I was working and bending over cleaning something. I
felt a nice soft gentle hand caress my head and hair, and will always believe
that it was her.
DOPler
Experience by lurker
I live in what used to be a one-room school house that is over 100 years old. Disappearing
Object Phenomenon (DOP), as well as other harmless manifestations, are
common here. One of the oddest DOP events is the following: This was four or
five years ago. One of our dogs at that time was a dalmation/lab mix named Sasha.
Sasha wore a collar that had the usual collection of dog tags. After work one
day, I returned home to find that Sasha's collar was missing. I thought that my
roommate had removed it for some reason. When he got home, he denied having done
so. We searched the entire house. No collar was found. We decided that the ghost
had taken it for some reason. This belief was bolstered three days later when we
found Sasha's collar on the kitchen stove. How could we have overlooked it on
the stove for three days? I mean that's three days worth of cooking!
Child Sees Her
Angel by Nancy O.
In June, a niece of my dear friend passed away prior to her twelve birthday. A
tiny little thing, she died from an inoperable brain tumor. Finally, after doing
everything humanly possible over what seemed like a long period of time, the
doctors admitted that nothing more could be done, so the child was sent home
where the grieving family could care for her and try to make her last days as
comfortable as possible. On the day before she passed away, she told her mother
she had seen her angel standing at the foot of her bed. "He was small like me
with long brown hair," she said. That night her short life slipped away while
she slept. Science might rationalize that this child had hallucinated due to
heavy pain medications she had taken, because science and modern man demand
explanations. God expects faith without them.
Missing Time
by Debra D.
When I was 16 (almost three decades ago), I experienced a strange event while
driving back from Pennsylvania to my home in New Jersey. I was a passenger in a
car driven by my best friend of the same age. We were about three hours from
home when I noticed something in the sky and pointed it out to my friend. At
that moment we "came to" in my bedroom in New Jersey, both of us dazed and
confused. We were missing over five hours of time. The first recollection that I
had was gazing out of my bedroom window at the street below and saying, "It
looks like the street I live on, but how did we get here?" Neither one of us
recollected the trip home or what happened to the time. We were so scared that I
called my sister (a minister at a nearby church) to come and comfort us. She
couldn't figure it out either. Days later, I recalled the last thought prior to
the missing time where I had seen something in the sky, but before I could form
words to discuss it with my sister or my friend, I got sick to my stomach and
the thought passed. This went on for 10 years. Every time I tried to think of
that night, I got sick and the thoughts dissipated. Then one decade after the
event had passed, my friend (now a nun) came to visit me and we were able to
discuss the event without getting sick, but with all the time that passed since
the event, the details were now too vague to be able to piece it together.
Twenty years after the event, while walking through a bookstore, a book called Missing
Time by Budd Hopkins caught my eye. Glancing at the cover, I almost
immediately registered the event with this book and had my answer. I take
comfort knowing now that this anomaly happens to many people. There is no proven
answer that I know of. I would like to hear from others regarding this and hope
to see a "missing time" topic on your site. Now, 30 years after the event
and reading countless books on the subject, I truly believe that what my friend
and I had witnessed in the sky that night was an event so abnormal that we both
restricted it from our conscious minds resulting in physical sickness when we
tried to recall it. I don't know the details of what happened to us and I have
not tried hypnosis to find out either. Maybe I just don't want to know what
really happened, but I suspect it has to do with some type of alien sighting.
Strange Contact
with Mother and Plants by Gloria L.
I was, initially, and still am to some extent, a very reluctant psychic! I've
had many strange experiences, but want to tell you of two that truly amazed me!
One concerned a woman who called upon me to find something she felt was hidden
in her house. But that wasn't her true reason for contacting me. She wanted to
get in touch with her recently deceased mother - a type of reading I didn't
like to do, but after she pleaded with me, I told her I would try. This woman
was bilingual (English and Armenian.). I utilized "automatic writing" to
find missing people and to give "far life" readings. My tool was a
planchette. I concentrated on the deceased person's name, asking her to give me
a message. What came through was something I could not read - not a word of
it. My client asked to see the paper, I handed it to her and she said, "Oh! I
can read this!" Startled, I said, "You can?" "Yes," came the reply, "it's in Armenian and my mother could speak only Armenian!" My one and only
language is English. The second experience took place during my conversations
with plants. I had read of Cleve Backster's experiments that he felt proved
plants have emotions. I replicated some of those experiments, initially with one
of my houseplants hooked to a GSR (lie detector.) Eventually, I decided to try
automatic writing to see if I could get messages from a plant. I did! I couldn't
didn't believe it, but the messages came. I was certain it was I who was,
perhaps subconsciously, providing the answers. That is until something very
strange happened: I asked a plant, "How far do your communicative powers
reach?" And the answer was, "To that of the nebulium." I had heard of the
nebula and the nebulae, but never the nebulium. The word wasn't in my
dictionary. I figured it probably wasn't a word, but I then called a friend who
had an encyclopedia and asked her to see if she could find a definition. She
found the word. The definition: "The hypothetical rays that travel between the
nebulae." I continued on with these unbelievable conversations for several
months, culling what I feel is a truly beautiful philosophy from houseplants,
trees and shrubs.
Serious SLIder
by Linda H..
Streetlights go out for me much more often when I'm really relaxed, driving
along not thinking about much. Once, I moved to a different town where the city
utilities guys came over to ask if we could avoid a certain street where the
lights were going out and not going back on. Usually, the newer street lights
will go back on in a few minutes. Street lights also go out when I walk under
them too, usually the older lights. I have one necklace watch that lasted for
years by hardly ever wearing it. All the other watches I have ever owned have
never lasted for more than two weeks. I just use my car clock or my body clock.
Yeah, I get tired of buying light bulbs. Those electric toys never last very
long. My son once tortured me with a big magnet. He made me close my eyes then
put it near my arms. I could feel it pulling on me. Not a pleasant feeling,
although it didn't hurt. Maybe there is a connection between the lights and the
effects of magnets on people who cause street lights to go out? My advice: don't
waste your money on watches, buy light bulbs instead!
Strange
Abilities Come and Go by Kiara B.
When I was a little girl I had some experience that I can't really explain:
sometimes when I got in bed, I felt someone walking around the bed, but when I
opened my eyes, there was nobody in the room. Sometimes I even felt the person
sit in my bed, but again no one was there. A few times I heard someone calling
my name and I got up to see who was calling me, but everybody was asleep. After
a while I stopped feeling this presence. I don't know if it was a ghost or
something else. When I was a teenager, sometimes I knew what was going to
happen. Not big things, but I knew when a teacher was going to give us a
surprise test, who was not coming to school that day, and other little things. I
sometimes even knew what a person was thinking. This I could do only if I
looked the person directly in the eyes. I seem to have since lost this ability.
Finally, a couple of years ago I had two out-of-body experiences (OBEs). At the
time I didn't know what they were, and the experiences really scared me. Since
learning what they are, I have been trying to have another one, but haven't been
able to do it.
Message from a
Spirit? by Dyan B.
The author of last month's Coolest Story of the Month, happens to be a
friend of mine, and we have worked in the theater he spoke of many times. I have
not had a "George encounter," but I was in one of the shows he spoke about
where an actor bumped into a man in the hall. Here's my own story. I don't
remember exactly when it began, but within the last three to four months, my
husband and I have been experiencing what we feel to be paranormal activity. I
guess the first instance is strange noises outside on our patio. Most of the
time we would discard these as neighborhood cats or possibly possums. One night,
however, we were sitting watching television when I heard a scratching noise out
on the back patio. We keep our large sliding glass door open for the breeze, but
if there is an animal outside, I certainly don't want it in our house. So I
asked my husband to check it out. He went to the door, and there was still a
scratching noise for a few moments more, with nothing in sight. When he got
closer to the source of the noise it stopped. That was one of the first
instances. We also have a two-year-old daughter. We keep most of her toys
readily available on the back patio for her. My husband was standing in the
doorway of the sliding door, and all of a sudden one of her large toy balls
started to roll in a straight line! It proceeded to make a distinct 90-degree
turn and continued rolling until it had made the shape of an L. We both walked
outside, and there was certainly no breeze; the air was completely still. Some
of our daughters' other toys have done some peculiar things too. She has one toy
that goes off when you move it. Most of the time we keep it on a shelf, and very
often when we are just sitting in the living room, it goes off by itself. I have
always thought that possibly the batteries were low on juice making the toy go a
little "wacky," but the batteries were new. On another occasion, my husband
was home alone working on the computer when suddenly our daughter's electronic
keyboard turned itself on and started to play a few notes. When I arrived back
home that night, I had never before seen my husband so stricken with fright. I
knew he could never have made that up. We don't know if our house is haunted or
not. I have always believed that my grandfather is my guardian angel. Could he
be sending me a message? The shape of the L that the ball made might be a sign.
My grandfather's name did begin with an L. Just the other night, our neighbor
across the street told us a story that made our skin crawl. She said that before
my husband's family moved into our home, a man held his wife and children
hostage on Christmas Eve many years ago. It was a long, intense standoff, ending
with the release of his wife and kids - and his suicide. This is something I
will have to investigate further to find out if my source is correct, but it
could be another reason for all of these strange happenings.
Ghost Cannons
of Antietam by Cindy R.
About a year ago my husband and I went to Antietam Battlefield in Sharpsburg,
Maryland on a hot, Sunday afternoon. While I loved the beauty of the
countryside, my husband was interested in learning more about the place where
the bloodiest battle in the Civil War was fought. We drove through the
battlefields, stopping and reading the monuments to dead soldiers. After a while
we stopped and parked and began walking around an area we later found out was
known as Burnside Bridge. Maryland summer days are notoriously hot and humid and
the bugs and gnats were unrelenting. We thought going down beside the bridge,
where the Antietam Creek ran coolly underneath it, would give us a break from
the heat. To get there we had to hike a bit, but finally we came down to the
bridge. There were a few people on it, staring into the water. My husband and I
walked around it and remarked how pretty the area was, that it would be a nice
place to picnic, then we went off a little ways under some trees. Suddenly, we
both felt a terrible feeling - a horrible sadness or feeling of doom - I'm
not sure which. The bridge no longer looked pretty, the whole area seemed
menacing. Then my husband remarked to me, "Where are all the bugs?" The area
was unnaturally silent: no crickets, and no gnats, which is strange near water. "I wonder if something bad happened here," I said. We looked at the other
people, enjoying themselves and wondered what was wrong with us. "Must be the
heat," he said. Suddenly, I heard a booming in the distance. "What's
that?" I asked. "Is a thunderstorm coming?" Then I heard another one and
my husband did too. It didn't sound anything like thunder. "Those are
cannons," he said. Having been in the military, he knew what one sounded like.
We looked at the people on the bridge, but they seemed oblivious to the sound,
or else didn't think it remarkable. We heard cannon after cannon. "It must be
a reenactment," I said. But still, both of us felt such a feeling of doom that
we decided it was time to leave. "We'll check at the main building and see
what reenactments are going on today," he said. Quickly leaving the area, we
stopped and looked once more at the bridge. The bad feeling didn't stop and
neither did the cannons. As we drove away from the bridge toward the visitor
center, the cannon sounds stopped. We went inside to inquire about the cannons
and the man looked at us strangely and said, "There are no cannons going off
today." "How about fireworks?" we asked. "Nothing like that at all,"
he said. As we drove away, we discussed what had happened, sure of what we had
experienced. We sort of hoped for a thunderstorm to roll in and explain it all
away, but that never happened either. Later that night, as I was reading some
material I picked up at the visitor center, I read that the Burnside Bridge area
was the site of the bloodiest and final battle at Antietam. More men were killed
or wounded on that day, September 17, 1862, than on any other day of the Civil
War. More than 23,000 men were killed. And we had imagined going there for a
picnic.
JR, Are You
There? by L.M.
This event happened about nine or 10 years ago at my friend's house. One night
two of my friends were playing with a Ouija board - not a Parker Brother's
board, but a board made from about an inch-thick slab of wood that was her
grandmother's. I wasn't playing with them because I had been scared by the Ouija
since I was in seventh grade when it told this girl I was playing with that she
was going to be raped. While my friends played, they contacted a spirit named
JR. Nothing significant was said or happened until later that night. During the
night, at about 2 or 3 a.m., we were woken up by this loud bang that came from
her basement where they had put the board after they were done playing with it.
My friend, who lived there, got up and went to the basement and looked around
and saw nothing out of the ordinary. About a year later, I was talking to
another friend about that night. She told me that she was awake right before the
bang happened and kept saying to herself, "JR, are you there? Show me a sign
if you are there." Then the big banging sound happened. She said that she
never told either of us that she had been saying that to herself because she was
scared and didn't want to frighten us anymore than we were.
Can Feel the
Other World by Lynda P.
I don't know if I told you about my grandmother when she died. We were very
close. She and my grandpa were both in intensive care unit (ICU)
in different rooms at the same time. I spent weeks going every single day to see
my grandparents in the hospital and at a nursing home. He was finally put in ICU
again. She had congestive heart failure at the same time, got better and was
moved to a regular room. Finally, one Sunday, I didn't go to the hospital. My
first time in weeks. I needed to catch up on housecleaning. I was in my son's
room cleaning when I felt a serious swoosh through my body. It left me really
weak and I had to lie down on his bed. After a few minutes, I recovered and
resumed cleaning, but not feeling well. About 10 minutes later, my mother called
telling me that my grandmother just died. Was it her spirit going through me, or
was it just a sense of her death? About one week after her funeral, I was
working in my store and bent over, and I felt a hand gently stroke my hair. I
can't help but feel that it was her. It sent chills all over me, but felt so
nice.
Here's an interesting incident from my childhood. We lived in this 4,000-sq.-ft. home on two levels. It was a lake home. The lake comes from a river that was dammed in four places to create three lakes - and hydroelectric power. It used to be the Ouachita River in Arkansas, an there used to be lots of Native Americans around here that lived by the river. Anyway, this house is really haunted. There is one bedroom where when you are lying trying to go to sleep, the ceiling seems to breath up and down. I thought I was the only one who hated sleeping in that room until years later my mother mentioned that my niece complained of the same thing. And she wanted lights on in that room. It was really scary. She was two or three at the time, and I was 16 or 17. I knew that the ceiling would not really come down on me, but I would roll over and try to not look at it. Also, our furnace was on the lower floor in a room by itself with a concrete wall on one side and three normal walls and one door going in. Every winter that pilot light would go out a lot. My dad showed me how to light it. So many mornings, it would be cold in the house, and I would go light it. I always hated going in the room. I had four siblings, and I am one of the middle children. But I was the only one who would ever go light that pilot light, except for my dad. He changed the thermo couple several times. One early a.m., I went to go light that creepy furnace and felt a cool whisp of air go next to my hand and the pilot light went out again. I had to light it three times. I was so scared. I was so glad to get out of that room. One night, while I was in bed, I heard someone walking on our deck outside my bedroom door. We had sliding glass doors on that side of the house facing the lake from each room. My bedroom was one of them. We had large curtains to close each night. I lay there so frightened, and heard step by step slowly. It was getting closer to my door and finally passed. After it passed, I snuck a peek through the curtains and could see no one. It was very scary.
It Tried to Get
In by Robert M.
When I was about 11 or so, I was home doing housework. My dad had taken my
sister to lunch at the restaurant that my mom worked at. My sister had a
doctor's appointment, so she got a free lunch out of it - go figure. I was
cleaning the living room, and I picked up a handful of Skittles, went to the
bathroom, closed and locked the door, and sat on top of the toilet tank. Pretty
odd behavior, but it didn't even strike me as odd then. Not more than a few
minutes later, something hit the bathroom door, hard. This was a mobile home,
incidentally, and if you know anything about mobile homes, they don't have the
thickest doors. Whatever it was that hit the door, did it again - and again - in
a rhythm that didn't slow down or stop for some time. I'm not really sure about
the time. It didn't have that much meaning just then. I couldn't tell if I was
in there for minutes or hours. I was more scared than I had ever been before. I
couldn't even move. I don't know what it was, but something told me that I
absolutely must not touch the floor - that if I did, something bad would happen.
I could see the edge of the door coming in at every hit. I don't know to this
day how the door was hit that hard and didn't give. After a time, the phone rang
and the noise stopped immediately. The only thing I could hear was the phone
ringing... again and again. There wasn't any heavy breathing, no foot steps,
nothing... just the phone. It rang about 10 times, then stopped. The banging
started again, the same as before. I thought about taking the ceramic vase and
taking on whoever it was on the other side of the door, or at least just trying
to get to the front door and get out. But I couldn't move, I couldn't touch the
floor. The phone started again, but this time it wasn't the only noise. It was
accompanied by the sound of something being dragged across the floor. I
recognized the noise as one of my mother's wooden chairs from the kitchen. Was
this person going to try and break the door down with that or trap me in there?
I guess it was that question that got me moving. I stood up on the toilet (the
first time I was able to move), stepped over to the hamper and then over to the
counter, never touching the floor, I might add. The window had to be about a
foot and a half tall and wide, and was a good 10 feet off the ground. Somehow, I
was able to tear the frame off that window and make it safely to the ground
before I ran to the neighbors and called my parents. I waited there until they
got home. My dad went in to check the house out. The first thing I noticed was
that he had to use the key to open the door - it was still locked! Dad checked
the house out, then the doors, followed by the windows. Nothing had been opened,
broken or taken. There was no sign at all of anyone being in the house. The
first thing that I checked when I went into the house, was the chairs - the big
wooden ones that my mom had in the kitchen. They where all still in place. I
never did figure out quite what had happened that day. The only thing that was
clear was that there wasn't anyone there. Not a person, anyway.
The Angry Ouija
by Shaun L.
I was 14 and using the Ouija board with a friend of mine. We were asking the
spirits around us if they would talk. We then asked the usual questions, like
its age, age at death, and the like. The answers that confused me were the
names. The spirit used three names: one was that of a dead pet of mine, another
was my friend's dead relative and the third caught my attention - Damien. My
friend and I talked to it for about two hours, and then my friend asked a
question mentally and it got really pissed off. The "eye" swung around
the board in the figure 6, then stopped, pointing right at my friend. It
launched off the board and hit him in the chest. It did no physical damage to
him, but he started acting funny. He got pale and started mumbling in what
sounded like Latin. His eyes rolled up and he didn't breath for about three
minutes, then he tipped over and lay on the floor for a minute or so. His eyes
were closed and he breathed like he was asleep. He sat bolt upright when I
touched his leg to wake him - and he was back to normal again. He never told me
what he asked or what happened to him, but he slept for 12 hours that night.
Demon in the
Tree by Tim and Ki
I am now 18, but at the time of this story I was about 12. I had three friends
who lived in my neighborhood who were all around the same age. Two of them were
sisters and the other was a boy staying with his relatives down the street. We
liked to hang out at night a lot, and the two sisters and I had both been raised
to believe very strongly in the paranormal, albeit from a Christian point of
view. We began to think that we were seeing odd forms around the tree in my
backyard, but we didn't truly worry about them. Then one night I was out on my
deck when I saw a humanoid form with red eyes lounging on a low tree branch.
Just then, my normally very quiet dog began barking in a very nervous manner. I
wanted to go and get him (he was tied to the tree), but I couldn't bring myself
to go under that branch. I distinctly heard someone or something say
"coward" as I ran into the house. The next day I went out to get my
dog, who was physically sound, but terribly agitated. That night I spent the
night at the two sisters' house with yet another friend. We were all sleeping in
the elder sister's bedroom. She had been messing with spell books recently, but
none of us thought anything of it. (It was a book that she had purchased, and I
had been taught that spell books must be a gift if any of the spells are to
work.) That night at about 3 a.m., all of us except for her woke at the same
time. We all heard a faint sound of a woman screaming, then a soft but firm
voice ordered us to "get out." We tried to wake the elder sister, but
absolutely could not. After trying for several minutes, we gave up and ran
across the hall to younger sister's room, where we were all able to calm down
and fall asleep. The next day we went to inspect the tree in my yard, and the
whole back side of it was rotted out. We all knew that it had been healthy just
a few weeks before. When I passed my hand in front of the gaping hole, cool air
covered it, almost as if there was an air conditioner inside the trunk. That
night we all saw the apparition again, and having had enough, went to our
mothers. My mother, who is a devout Christian, grabbed her Bible and went out to
the tree, figuring that it was just our imaginations. When she got out there,
she saw a ball of white light about the size of two human fists put together,
which she privately believed to be a reflection from the neighbor's porch light.
She tried to put her Bible over it, but it jumped to another branch. Now she
began to believe. She repeatedly tried to catch this light ball, only to have it
continue to elude her. She began to pray loudly at it and read passages from the
New Testament regarding Jesus casting out demons. The ball then flew toward her,
running into her shoulder. She said that it felt like a firm shove, as if by an
iceberg, trying to cause her to drop the Bible. She only read and prayed louder,
until it finally disappeared. Then we went in to each of our bedrooms, held
prayer sessions and burned the spell book. Soon all was peaceful, although my
life is not free of the paranormal by any means!
I'll Flick the
Lights by Jan
My father-in-law and I were close - I thought he hung the moon. When his brother
died, we had many conversations about the afterlife and things of that nature.
He said he wasn't sure that there was anything beyond here. I responded that I
know there is - I have no doubts. Shortly after this conversation, my
father-in-law at 66 had a massive heart attack and spent a month in a hospital.
One day, on our way out of the hospital, my husband said when we get home there
will be a message on the answering machine saying that dad is dead. My jaw
dropped and I shook my head and said there's nothing wrong with him and he'll be
awake probably before we get back. My husband insisted. When we pulled into the
driveway my husband ran into the house and sure enough there was just such a
message. Soon after we were getting ready to move into our new house. It was
almost complete, but we still needed a few months to finish everything, so we
ended staying with my mother-in-law in the house that she and dad had lived in
before his death. We were there only a few nights when I was woken by our
three-year-old son, Davey, crying downstairs. I went to see what was wrong.
"Davey, why are you crying?" I asked. "I saw grandpa."
"You saw grandpa? Honey, he's in Heaven, remember?" "No, mom,
he's here. I saw him." He went on to say that grandpa was so bright - just
like someone was holding a light bulb behind him. This shook me up. To this day
he swears he saw him. I for one believe him. During the remainder of our stay at
mom's, every time I turned on a light it would blow. We lost so many lights that
I went out and bought a whole group of bulbs. When I questioned mom about the
light bulbs blowing, she smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's just your
father." I was shocked, but she was serious. If you remember earlier in
this I mentioned that he and I had a conversation about the afterlife.At the end
of the conversation he said, "If I go first, I'll send you a message to let
you know you were right. I'll flick the lights."
Too Weird by
IceAngel
My friend Dana and I were playing the Ouija board at her house. We were talking
to a spirit named Badanan. He told us that he was a bad spirit. We asked him if
he could move things, and he said YES, so we asked him to.
Nothing moved. The next day we went to the grocery store near her house, and we
both went to the bathroom. No one else was in the bathroom; there were only two
stalls and they were both empty. We were at the mirror and all of a sudden the
stall doors started to shake. We were frozen in fear until it was over. It
lasted about one minute, but it was terrifying - and no one believes us.
The Mysterious
Wedding Ring by Gin6677
We keep my husband's wedding ring in my only jewelry box and never take it out.
One day we were going to be out of town and I took his wedding ring and mine and
put them in an envelope and placed them in my underwear drawer. Thought I was
being clever if we should be burglarized. I forgot it and left it there for some
time. It was in the middle of the night when the thought came to me to locate
the rings and replace them in the jewelry box. I don't remember if I did it or
not. One day the thought reoccurred and I went in search. I searched my
underwear drawer and the envelope was not there. I keep my jewelry box up on a
shelf in my walk-in closet. When I took it down, my wedding ring, which I
always kept in its original little container, was there. My husband's was not. I
did an extensive search and removed every single item in the jewelry box twice.
I wondered at first how mine would be here and not his. Then I started to doubt
if I ever put them in the envelope and into my underwear drawer at all. I sure
remembered doing it - I thought. I am an organized person and I like everything
in it's place - especially things of value. I put my jewelry box back and
decided to give it more thought. I kept going back to my jewelry box and making
sure my ring was there and his wasn't. That was the case each time. I did this
several times, racking my brain. Finally, one day we were in our dressing room
and my husband was standing next to me shaving at the sink and I was sitting at
my makeup table with my jewelry box. I was confessing to my husband that I had
unexplainably lost his wedding ring. I told him the story. He was not happy with
me and we both thoroughly searched the jewelry box, removing everything and
carefully replacing things. It was most definitely not there. While we
were "discussing" the situation and he was asking me for the zillionth
time what I could have done with it, I threw my hands up in utter frustration
and, low and behold, there was the ring - on my thumb! I accused him of
playing tricks. I demanded he tell me how he performed this joke. He swore to me
he did not do it. He thought I was attempting to be funny. After some
discussion back and forth, it was agreed that something very strange had just
occurred.
Lost Time and
More by Matt P.
Two of my friends, Jason and his girlfriend, and I were driving home on the
interstate. There are two exits into my town and they are about six miles or so
apart. We were coming up on the first one, and I looked to my left and saw the
lights of town in the distance. I then looked up at the moon then down at my
hands and over to the right. To my surprise, were were now at the second exit
into town. I heard Jason say, "That's wierd." And I said, "Did
you just see what I saw?" He said yes and we never talked about it again.
Apparently, we traveled about six miles in four seconds. Here are some other
stories:
My wife and I were standing by each other talking. Her makeup case was on the couch and we were standing about six feet away from it. While we were standing there, we saw the makeup case fly across our faces and into the bathroom - about a five-foot flight. We heard it crash on the floor and we went in after it to confirm what we saw. Sure enough, the makeup case was lying on the bathroom floor.
When I was about 16, I was in my bed wide awake. I got this very strong feeling to look out my window. I knew I was going to see something I didn't want to see, but I got out of my bed anyway and looked outside. On my lawn, in a kneeling crouch, was this naked brown figure. He had no face, and the mere glimpse of him shook me to the core. I jumped into my bed and started praying. There fear went away and I was able to sleep.
Another time I was again lying in my bed. This time, though, I was starting to fall asleep. I was in that stage between awake and asleep. I was starting to have a dream in which I was going at extreme speed up this white wall. All of a sudden, I was snapped out of my mid-sleep by the sound of two voices. It sounded like two electrified male and female voices. I didn't dare look at them, because I already had a vision in my mind of what they looked like - two figures in brown cloaks. I could feel their presence bending over me and I was engulfed by fear. As before I began praying and it stopped.
The Poltergeist by Jess T.
As a child I had always thought I
heard footsteps upstairs when no one was home or when my parents were just home
and no one was upstairs. I mentioned it to them a few times because it freaked
me out, and they immediately discredited the idea of ghosts. But I always
insisted it was my grandmother who died when I was five. Whenever I was in the
basement, I could feel someone or something down there, and always ended up
running up the stairs. Even as I got older, I just always had that feeling that
someone was watching me or following me. The more I think about it, the more
things I remember that had happened to me. I had convinced myself there was no
such things as ghosts - until one night. I was lying in my bed, the TV was on
and I had my eyes closed. I suddenly
felt like I was falling. I started shaking. I could tell it was close. The
paranoia got to me so much that I sat up and turned around to look at my pillow,
and in the indentation of my head in the pillow, I saw a woman. I freaked out
and ran downstairs. Another night it happened again. I was in a dead sleep, when
suddenly my eyes flew open and I saw a woman that looked like my grandmother
standing behind my door. I jumped back and yelled, "What do you want from
me?" It never said anything - it just stood
there swaying from side to side. Finally, I got up enough guts to run downstairs
and tell my mom what I saw. She insisted I was dreaming. There were a few times
when I was recording a CD to a tape in my portable stereo, and left. When I came
back to listen to it, the CD had shut itself off, but the tape kept recording. I heard something on the tape, but I
couldn't understand it. One night I had three friends in my room, where I have a
ceramic wolf. The ear had been broken off, but I had glued it
back on. Then I noticed the ear was missing. We all looked all over the room for it,
but no one could find it. Then a few more friends came over and we went out
back for an hour or two. When I walked back into my room, the ear was obviously
placed on top of my dresser where I couldn't have missed it.
Ouija Story by Shaun L.
I was 14 and using the Ouija board with a friend. We asked the spirits
around us if they would talk. We then
asked the usual questions: the spirit's age, age at death and the like. The
answer that
confused me was the name. The spirit used three names: one was of a dead pet of mine,
another was my friend's dead relative and the third really caught my attention.
It was Damien. My friend and I talked to him for about two hours. Then my friend asked a question
mentally and the spirit got really pissed off. The eye swung around the board in the
figure six, then stopped, pointing right at my friend. It launched off the board
and hit him in the chest. It did no physical damage to him, but he started acting
funny. He got pale and started mumbling in what sounded like Latin. His eyes
rolled up and he didn't breath for three minutes. Then he tipped over and lay on
the floor for a minute or so, eyes closed and breathing again like he was asleep.
He sat bolt upright when I touched his leg to wake him, and he was back to normal.
He never told me what he asked or what happened to him, but he slept for 12 hours that night.
Positive Ouija
Experience by Marianne D.
I have used a board - not a Ouija but an Angel board - for years. I have had
loving entities who have only given me good experiences. It is always necessary
to say a prayer of protection before you start and even when you take off your
hands. It is not a game. The entities are very alive and want to talk. However,
there are entities who are of a negative nature. If you approach with a positive
attitude without joking, eventually you will learn how to contact those on the
other side whose interest in you is to watch over you. I have kept a journal and
it has been a real eye-opener. I no longer need the board to communicate. If it
is in your best interest, then take it seriously and do not use it only for
entertainment purposes and know that it comes from spirit.
Interdimensional
Bird by Neal T.
Yesterday, my father and uncle were sitting in the living room, one side of
which is enclosed floor to ceiling by two large French windows. It was about
three in the afternoon, and as they were watching television, a bird - possibly
a wren - flew against one of the glass panes. They both heard the noise and
turned to observe the bird flutter for a moment, then appear to flatten itself
out, and squeeze through between the frame that encases the top of one of the
panes! It flew to the opposite side of the room to the open door of the patio,
where it flew away. This, I think we can all agree, is contrary to our
conventional perception of reality and reason. The panes are firmly in place,
without so much as a crack. So what we're talking about is what appeared to be a
solid form - the bird - pushing itself through another solid form - the glass -
without damage to either one. What is also strange is that the bird apparently
knew where to go. (Those of us who've at one time or another that have had a
wayward bird fly into our home know how it reacts: it panics and becomes
disoriented. It needs a lot of human assistance to be directed out. Yet this
bird - or whatever it was - knew exactly how to leave. There are the two
witnesses who saw this. So the trite explanation of "it's your
imagination" can be ruled out (as though two people would suddenly
experience the same "hallucination" simultaneously). I don't even know
how to classify this.
The Ghost from
Camp by Barri G.
When I was 10 years old, I was a normally inquisitive boy interested in all
weird and strange things. My mother made me promise never to dabble with the
Ouija board, due to events that occurred to her many years before. I promised
her, and continued to do what boys do at the age of ten. I had a best friend at
the time named Jake. We both had one main interest at that time: the paranormal.
In the Autumn of that year we both went on a school trip to the Isle of White.
It was an adventure holiday, full of activities like rafting, abseiling and
canoeing. Midway through our adventure, Jake told me to meet him back at our
cabin for a surprise. When I arrived, Jake was already there, waiting for me. He
had a big grin on his face and produced an Ouija board. I told him what my
mother had told me about the dangers of using such a tool. Being so young and
obviously naive, he talked me into it and we both sat on my bed a little
nervously. Jake knew exactly how to use the Ouija, so I thought perhaps he did
it all the time at home, and therefore it was reasonably safe to use. He told me
to place my hands on the wooden triangle and concentrate hard on the spirits
that were around us. We both did this for a few moments and then Jake began to
ask if there was anybody willing to talk to us. After a couple of minutes, the
pointer started to move from underneath my hands and turned toward the word YES.
Jake asked for it's name, and the pointer moved swiftly, spelling SIRHERELTIC
(Sir Heretic?) or something on those lines. I asked how old he was when he died,
and he replied 7. I then asked if he was alone and he said NO. So I asked who
was with him. It spelled out my dog, FIDO. Now Jake and I were a little suspect
about each other's input in this exercise, and both believed the other to be
pushing the pointer. However, we were definitely not, and I continued to ask
more questions relating to our lives. I then ran out of questions to ask and
suddenly dropped the bombshell and asked, "Are you in Hell or Heaven?"
The pointer did not respond, and after a few seconds I asked again. We both
suddenly looked at each other and I had a overwhelming sense of fear rush
through my body. A loud banging started on one side of the cabin wall - and we
both jumped out of our skins. A few seconds later the banging stopped and there
was load crash, which came from the bathroom. I got up and opened the door to
see what it was. A shelf, which was fixed to the wall just above the sink, had
snapped in two, and all our toiletries had fallen into the sink. I screamed and
bolted for the front door. Jake rushed out behind me after throwing the board
and pointer at the wall. We ran up to a teacher and explained not what we were
doing, but that somehow our shelf had broken. He looked at us and went to
investigate. The rest of that day was spent wondering if we imagined it all, and
if the shelf broke because of the weight of our bags, etc. That evening we
returned to the room and everything was as we left it. The board was on the
floor and the pointer was still on the bed. Jake told me that if we didn't
destroy the Ouija, then the spirit would haunt us for the rest of our lives. I
took it outside and kicked it in half. We burned the remaining pieces and made
sure that it was unrecognizable. At the end of that week both myself and Jake
had forgotten all about the events that took place and were getting ready to go
back home. The last exercise of the week was a game in which we had to gather
clues and hunt down marker flags to win. During the exercise we found a clue to
which the answer was "kennel." We both went around the site to hunt
down a dog kennel where we thought the flag must be hidden. We eventually came
across an old, but freshly painted wooden green dog kennel about half a mile or
so from where we were staying. We noticed a brass plaque on it engraved with the
words: "Here thou lies thy faithful friend, FIDO." We were scared as
we remembered what the spirit had told us about being with his dog named Fido.
Both of us forgot the flag and ran back to the site in a panic. That was our
last night on the Island, and we went back home on the ferry the following
morning. I arrived home around 9 p.m. My mother made me something to eat and
then I headed upstairs to my bed. My sister is two and a half years younger than
me, and was already asleep in her room when I went up to bed. I must have been
tired because I fell fast asleep in no time at all. That night my mother
adjourned to bed at around half-past ten to read. She locked up downstairs, and
turned off all the lights, except the hall landing light and her bedside lamp.
The next morning, when I awoke, I went downstairs to find my mother preparing
breakfast as usual. She looked a bit on edge and I asked her if she was feeling
alright. She said yes, but strangely asked me if I had done anything stupid
while away on holiday. I somehow knew what she was referring to, and so told her
all about what had happened to Jake and me, knowing full well she would have
told me off. Her response to this news was strange. She said she knew what we
had done. I felt a warm shiver down my spine and a sudden rush of adrenalin,
which could only have been through fear. She then begun to explain what had
occurred the night before, which aroused her suspicions. She recalled how she
went to bed at around half-past ten and started reading. At about eleven thirty,
she heard what she described as being a child's footsteps come up our stairs and
onto the hall landing. She believed them to be mine or my sister's, and just
assumed that one of us had gone to get a drink of water from the kitchen, and
was going back to bed, although she did not hear either of us walk down the
stairs in the first place. The footsteps apparently stopped at the top of the
stairs and ceased. A couple of minutes passed and she still hadn't heard
anything, so she went to investigate the footsteps. She found us both to be
asleep, and our lights to be off, but the bathroom light was turned on and the
tap was running. Thinking herself to just be tired, she turned them off and went
back to bed. An hour or so later, she distinctly heard a child walk down the
stairs. She knew it was child because our stairs creak under weight, and being a
mother she knew the sound of a child's footsteps. She went to investigate these
strange footsteps, and went downstairs to find out what they were. However, she
felt uneasy and told me how a strange atmosphere had enveloped and her senses.
When she got downstairs, she turned the lights on to make sure there wasn't a
burglar in the house, but she was aware of something strange instead. Nothing
further happened that night, but she swears there was a definite presence in the
house. The following night I went to bed late, but couldn't sleep. It was about
three in the morning and my parents and sister were fast asleep. The following
events are as clear in my mind now as they were then. I distinctly remember
hearing a scratching sound coming from my floor boards, and thought it sounded
like an animal. Then my bedroom door opened and I heard footsteps walk across my
carpet toward my bed. I couldn't see who or what it was as my back was facing
the door. I was terrified, and hoped it was just my mother coming to check on
me. The footsteps stopped close to my bed. My heart was beating so fast I
thought my chest was going to explode. I heard and felt a cold breath on my head
as if something was fanning me. I was frozen with fear and began to cry. The
breathing stopped suddenly, which terrified me even more because I didn't hear
the footsteps retreat. As I lay there, struck with fear, someone punched me hard
in the back. I shuddered and just remained rigid. After an hour or so, I
suddenly felt okay again, as if it was just a bad dream and that I had suddenly
forgotten what had happened. I must have cried myself to sleep, because that's
all I remember. In the morning I woke up and ran into my mother's room. I told
her what had happened last night and she asked to see my back, which felt very
sore. She immediately paused midway through her conversation with me and said,
"Oh my god!" I had a large bruise about the size of an apple in the
middle of my back. She was terrified and concerned about this and sent my sister
and me to my nan's house for the night. I didn't particularly want to stay in my
room anyway. She told me that she was going to bless the house and get rid of
whatever it was that was trying to hurt me. My sister and I returned the next
day. My mother immediately told me that it was gone and that nothing else would
hurt me. I believed her, but didn't ask her how she had done it. It didn't
bother me again after that and I slept soundly that night. However, it hadn't
left yet and it's presence could often be felt sometimes around the house -
especially in my bedroom. Odd things happened around the house for weeks, but
they stopped as suddenly as they had started. For example, I had set down four
letters on my desk, which I was just about to post, and left the room for a two
minutes. When I returned, they had vanished. I searched for days until they
suddenly appeared on top of the fridge! Another strange occurrence was that
almost every morning for about two weeks, money started appearing in the middle
of my bedroom floor when I awoke. This wasn't me just emptying my pockets before
bed and dropping money, as I was at school at the time and only had pocket money
once a week, which I saved on most occasions. The amounts varied from as little
as ten pence, to as much as a five pound note. I was never really scared of the
presence, but I often felt annoyed at the silly games it played. I often
think about what it was I brought back from holiday other than a pile of dirty
clothes and some sand, and wish that I had perhaps tried to communicate with
it. But who knows whatever it was that scared me and played silly games around
the house, may or may not have been a friendly spirit, or perhaps it was
something in a child's form, that just wanted to hurt me and my family.
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Ouija Conjures
the Devil by Mary M. I am 12 years old and so is my friend, Danielle. Her mom is really into the paranormal, too. Her mom said she's friends with the devil and that she knows him. When I told her she was full of it, she told me she wasn't lying and brought this Ouija board out of the closet. She set it on the table and told Danielle and me to put our hands on the planchette. It moved quickly around the board it and spelled out: WHO ARE YOU? We thought we were supposed to ask the questions, so we said, "Mary and Danielle." The board quickly spelled out: WHERE'S JACKIE? That's Danielle's mom. Jackie was on the other side of the room and she yelled, "I'm over here!" The board told us to bring her over there. She came over and sat down. Nobody was touching the board now and the planchette began moving very fast around the board! It told us to F*** OFF and get away. The whole board started to slide on the table away from us. Jackie screamed, "Stop!" and the board stopped. We went into Jackie's bedroom with her and the door slammed shut behind us. A loud whispering, like a man's, told us we must stay there forever. Jackie told the devil that we didn't believe in him. The door swung open and a growling came from the door. I ran into the bathroom with Danielle. We were screaming and then the growling stopped. A neighbor came over to see what was wrong. Jackie told him and he said he didn't believe her. All of a sudden, the drawers were coming out of her dresser. We all ran to the sidewalk outside. Then Jackie went inside and began screaming something in Latin. We heard crashing and banging from inside. Jackie came back outside and told us to come back inside. I didn't. I told Danielle I had to go home, so Jackie drove me home. I never went to Danielle's again and swore never to play with a Ouija board again. Years later I did, but nothing happened. Yet I still can hear the screaming, the whispering and the growling sometimes when Halloween rolls around, but I just scream that I don't believe in it and it stops. So if that ever happens to you, just tell it, "I don't believe!" |
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