Paranormal Story Archives
May 1999

Ghost in the House by DrSeuzz
Here is my house, and in comes my sister-in-law who happens to be an Indian healer, and is real perceptive to energies and the paranormal. Okay, I have been sick the past few days, and all of a sudden  she comes in and gets a HEADACHE... typical ghost-room material. Once she started telling me that something was coming after me, I got a headache in the same areas of my head. The night before she told me this, before I went to bed I saw a dark figure standing over me, but I could not recognize it, yet it seemed to be in human form. I told her this and she immediately became worried and told me to cleanse the house with sage and sweetgrass, and light white candles. Doing so, I purified my house, yet I did not sleep there that night in fear of ghosts. That night, the dark entity visited her house, and she is IN TUNE TO THIS KIND OF STUFF LIKE YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE! Well, she sensed the figure lurking in the shadows of her closet, disguised as my brother. She fell asleep with my 3 yr. old niece and 1 yr. old nephew in the bed with her, and that night the entity attacked her (in a dream) in her sleep. She fought it, it tried to suffocate her in her sleep. And she told me it did this because it tried to get me, and it tried to get her, but then realized it couldn't and evil goes after children because they are weak and innocent. Well, that night at my boyfriend's house I had the STRANGEST dream of worms being purged from my body through holes in my stomach. In my dream,  I didn't know how or when I got these holes in my stomach, but my body was moving dead flesh out of them outside of my system quite frequently in my dream. Along with this purge came worms, tiny yellow maggot-like things that I had to rip all the outcomings from the holes and then I would feel better. I told her this dream, and she said it was my body purging the evil spirit that was making me sick, and that is why it was at her house that night. IT WAS SO REAL THE DREAM! And now, as I sit here typing to you from a friend's house, the demon is here, and is lurking in the fireplace, where it has found a way in from outside. (now you know why I am an insomniac) I am not one prone to fear, but as I type to you my hands shake, my arms quiver, and my back has chills like the arctic could not surpass. It is here, freaking us out. And all's we have is a little white candle...

Seeing Angels by Sharilyn S.
When I was 12 years old, I saw my first angels. In November we had light snowfall in the country. I had been at a school function and was dropped off at the main road which was only 5/8ths of a mile from my home. The night was one of those wonderful moonlit nights and I felt calm and glad to have such a beautiful walk. Although some people had cabins near us, no one lived year round along the road but my family. There was a curve in the road along which trees were so thick and tall that even in summer it lay in shade. Because it was dark, it was the only part that I disliked. As I neared the dark curve in the road, I heard the loud crashing of a huge animal pounding its way towards me. Remembering that safety from attack lay in utter stillness, I stopped walking. Whatever it was it, too, stopped. Motionless we both waited. I began to pray to God to save me from the horror of being ripped apart alive. I must have prayed for several minutes when I became aware of identical male angels hovering on either side of me about shoulder height. They were a bit smaller than life-size or rather were more my size yet they were definitely adults with short brown hair, large white wings and long white robes. After 10 minutes or so I was becoming chilled and the soft snow that was gently falling was beginning to pile up on my shoulders. I knew I soon had to continue on home. Finally, I could stand still no longer and told God I had to walk on now. At that exact moment a loud crashing announced that animal had crossed over the road and was heading into the woods away from me. To my surprise behind me coming over the hill was Dr.McClure and his 2 sons. They had just left their car at the main road and were making one of their rare winter visits to their cabin. I stood still from immense relief realizing the animal must have heard them and that was why it ran away. Dr. McClure was surprised to find me just standing in the road covered in snow. He expressed his concern and mild annoyance at my stupidity to allow myself to become so chilled. I told him why and what I had heard but he didn't believe me until we entered the curve on the road. His flashlight shone on the unmistaken proof of large animal tracks. We were all amazed. He never accepted that I was in danger but I felt it so strong and know I was. Those 2 angels accompanied me home until I entered the house.   I didn't see another angel until I was 23. After an incredibly difficult year in my life, my year old son, Jason, died. blow of his The 2 male angels appeared the day before Jason died and stayed there by my side for several weeks. The emotional blow of his 2 day coma and his subsequent death was the last straw for my constitution and I could feel my life force evaporating from me slowly like steam out of a kettle. Over the next 6 weeks I saw many beings, angelic and otherwise. That's another story.

Son Saved by Premonition by Pam M.
When my youngest son was 6 yrs. old, his class was going to take a field trip. He was all excited about it the night before, as this was his first field trip. The day of the outing, Brandon woke up and said he wasn't going. I talked to him until I was blue in the face, telling him how fun it would be,. etc. I asked him why he didn't want to go, and he told me something bad is going to happen. My husband even took Bran to the school, and he wouldn't get on the bus. I was so mad! He was going to miss out on a good time. At 1 p.m., my husband called me to tell me t hat the buses had crashed on the way home! No one was seriously injured. My son was the ONLY child not on the bus that day. Brandon has 7 stars in each palm and an "angel's kiss" on the back of his neck. He also comes from a family history on my mom's side of witches.

A Spirit in the Attic by Lorigtx
When I first walked into the old house that was to become my home for more than 20 years, I felt an uneasy feeling that caused me to look up at the ceiling as I walked through the rooms. I felt a dangerous, evil presence as I looked up. There was something up there and it was frightening. In one of the bedrooms, I opened the closet to find books of all sizes and descriptions. They all had the same subject matter - unsolved murders. At that moment, I began looking down at the floor feeling someone was buried beneath the old hardwood floorboards. As we came outside the house, the realtor showed us underneath. We had a pier and beam foundation which lifted the house off the ground at least six feet. Under the porch, I found old bottles and cans. It was dank and dirty and all that I wanted to do is get out of there. As I stood in the front yard and looked up at the house, I knew that I wasn't imagining the evil spirit that lurked behind the upstairs dormer window watching me. As hard as it is to believe, I decided to buy the house anyway and take my chances with the demon within. As soon as I moved in, I knew that this spirit would be strong and that I would have to be stronger. From that moment on, it would haunt me day and night. The fear soon left me when I realized that it was helpless to harm me except psychologically. I called an uneasy truce. At times during the night when I was alone in the house, the ghost would tramp through the house, banging doors shut, opening windows, and making its presence known to me. I would call out in anger for it to leave me alone. Afterwards, there would be blessed silence for a while. I went through the ritual of sprinkling the entire house with holy water that I made from chanting the Lord's Prayer over boiling water. When I did, the spirit avoided contact for many years. When my daughter started growing up and reached her adolescence, it returned with full force, reaping energy from her young spirit. I had decided to remodel the 50-year-old house and soon the ceilings in all of the rooms were removed and the house was open to the pitch in the roof. That night, there was a thunderous roar from above that sounded like a cattle drive. A psychic friend of mine was visiting when this occurred and she asked me if there was anything that had not been disturbed around the house since I had moved in. I thought hard and finally came up with a large mound of fossilized rocks that were stacked in the backyard. The man who built the house was an geology professor at the local university. My friend suggested that we upset the mound with a shovel, tossing rocks as far away as we could from the house. As we did this, the activity in the house became frenzied as if our spirit was having its soul ripped apart. Afterwards, there was silence. One night after the attic had been made into a bedroom loft for my daughter, she and a friend were awakened by a frightening and violent shaking of the bed. They ran downstairs and refused to ever enter the attic again. My daughter was 13 at the time and she began to change in most dramatic ways. During her childhood, we had been closer than I thought possible for a mother and daughter to be. As puberty took over, so did the spirit in the attic. It was as if she was possessed. She became a foul-mouthed, rebellious, hateful child who hated me with great passion. She proceeded to make the next 5 years hell on earth for me and anyone else who dared come through our door. I begged and bargained with the spirit to release her, but it was no use. At 15, she ran away from home. I sent her to live with her father then because I had no control over her whatsoever. Her father was afraid of her and her tantrums. She was instrumental in destroying his second marriage within months of arriving. Then she moved back home again to make my life a nightmare once again. After 21 years of co-existing with a demon, I sold the house and moved away. I could no longer fight a spirit I could not beat. I was tired and frightened and alone. For months, when I would come in at night, the spirit would wait for me behind my glass doors and stare out at me with great malevolence. As I opened the door, it would disappear, only to reappear later that night. When I invited a new man over to the house one evening, the dispossessed spirit was hard at work to scare him away for good. He was drinking heavily that night, so he was no match for the evil mastermind bent on destroying him. In the wee hours of the morning, I couldn't find the man, so I walked out into the garage to see him staring at the ground in great emotional distress. he had decided that he loved me, but that he was not worthy of me, so he had decided to kill himself. He had found a pistol in his car, had written the note, picked out a place away from the house to pull the trigger, and was about to drive off to his destiny. I intervened and rocked and held him until the sun rose and the spirit faded into the darkness. It wanted him dead. And it almost succeeded in taking it from him.

After-Death Appearance by Peppylp
Shortly after my father in law had passed away, my daughter stayed overnight with her grandmother. At night my father-in-law appeared to my daughter. He awoke my daughter by saying "Bebo, Bebo," which was the nickname for my brother-in-law.My daughter replied, "Nannu, Bennie's in the other room." He said I know but he won't wake up." He then told my daughter to get a pencil and paper and dictated a letter to his son in Sicilian. My daughter did not know what she was writing because she doesn't speak Sicilian. The next day my wife interpreted it for us. It was an effort to warn my brother in law about this evil girl that he was involved with. My brother-in-law paid no attention to it and has had a horrible relationship with her for years now.

Vision in a Mirror by Coy H.
When I was 23, I was out dancing with friends and I had too much to drink. I went to the women's lounge and was very woozy. I looked in the mirror and saw an old, haggard, fat gray-haired woman. It sobered me up fast and I never ever drank that much again. I also know what someone is going to say before they say it. My mother and I communicated without speaking. We could look into each others eyes from across a room and know what the other was saying.

Strange Wind by Terrie
I'm writing for a friend of mine. She's had a couple of experiences that have really scared her and she was hoping someone could explain what's going on and if she should be worried. The first time, she was sitting in her kitchen about 2:00 a.m. feeding her baby boy, when all of a sudden the outside kitchen door flew open and a strong cold wind was blowing in. She said it felt like someone was standing next to her. The wind was blowing in and she couldn't talk or move. This lasted about a minute or so. The second time was about a month ago. She had just laid down to take a short nap alone, when she felt the bed move next to her. She knew she was alone because she could hear her family out in the living room. She said it felt as if someone were lying next to her and again she could not speak or move. There was no cold air or odd smells, she just couldn't speak or move. Again this lasted about a minute. The first time this happened she was living in SD, about six years ago, and her husband's grandmother had just passed away. The second time, she was and still is, living in ND and her husbands uncle had just passed away. I don't know if that has anything to do with what has happened to her but thought I would mention it.

A Message from Nana by Anonymous
Approx. 10 years ago, I was in the process of a divorce and my godmother was very angry with me re: the divorce and a very heated argument ensued with the relationship being severed. I relocated to another area, about 800 miles from her. Prior to the divorce, I had a very close relationship with her and her family for over 35 years. About five years prior to the divorce, my godmother's mother, my Nana, had a stroke and died three days later. Everyone in the family was devastated, including me. Around the time of my Nana's death, my godmother quarreled with her brothers and sisters and they severed ties with her because of her bitterness and insensitivity. Anyway, several years after my divorce, I was getting dressed to go to work and turned around to return to the bedroom from putting make-up on in the bathroom. When I turned to return to the bedroom, my Nana was standing there, about three feet from me and communicated to me that I needed to call my godmother and tell her that "Everything is O.K." She then disappeared. I obsessed about that call all day and vacillated about making it as I hadn't spoken to my godmother in many years. I finally decided to call and said that I had something to tell her and went on to tell her about Nana's visit and the message. My godmother began sobbing and it was several minutes before she could speak clearly. She then told me that her brother had been diagnosed with a rapidly spreading form of lung cancer just a few weeks before and that they were able to reconcile prior to his death. He died at the very moment that Nana appeared to me with her message. My godmother called later to express her anger that my nana appeared to me and not her, as she was the person most wanting to see her again. To this date, we have a strained relationship, her family are still at odds with her and she resents the fact that her mother came from the grave to pass along the message to me and not her. All of my life, I have accepted paranormal occurrences as a part of my life and have had many "sightings." Maybe Nana felt I would be the best messenger because of my lack of fear.

Predicting Phone Calls by Revis B.
I don't know if this is what you would call paranormal, but since I was in a car crash in 1987, I have been predicting some (not all) phone calls. The first time it happened I just got this sudden urge that the phone was going to ring and said "answer the phone" and about 3 seconds later the phone rang. I laughed it off, the the next time it happened my roommate and I sort of got anxious about it. It happened about every couple of weeks after that... then I thought that it had something to do with the wiring in the house, but I went for a short road trip to some friends in another state and in the middle of a lively conversation with about 10 friends present I said, "Somebody answer the phone." Everyone looked at me strangely, then 3 seconds later, the phone rang.

TransAtlantic Tunnels by Tachyon
I lost track of a story about some TransAtlantic Tunnels that one entrance is in South America, one was in Spain or Portugal, and I am not sure where, but there were others, but apparently there was an expedition that was going to drive some Jeeps through them to reach the other side. As a youth, this person lived in Famagusta, Cyprus, and he said that he used to play with friends and go discovering and they had heard tales of a cave outside the city. They used to go exploring for it, and there were sheep/goat herders that would chase them or threaten them home, and they didn't want to tell them what they were doing out there so they would wait some period of time and go back in search of this tunnel for years until they found it. From what I recall, they entered a vertical shaft for some 20 feet or so and entered a horizontal shaft he said a Volkswagen Bus could drive in. This tunnel went in the direction of the coast, where the ancient city of Salamis used to be. They left the tunnel and went and stole some chickens so they had something to eat, and returned for the exploration. The tunnel was lit with an iridescent hue that had designs engraved in the walls. One was of something that resembled a Chupacabra. After about a mile or so, they left the chickens and decided to pursue the end of the cave. From what he imagines is was about 5 miles, and it was almost straight until they came to what appeared to be a window that looked into the water which they assumed was the ocean. At the foot of this window (which due to the light they were trying to determine if the surface may have actually been vertical water itself), they found a large black polished surface (from his description) it was like glossy or like malleable type of surface that drew their attention. They had reached the end of their journey, but they were trying to determine the actuality of the contents, and decided to reach down and touch the surface of this object on the floor. When they reached for the surface and touched it, he described the most fearful frightening experience he has ever felt or imagined. He has been in combat and has seen just about everything you can imagine, he is not a sissy. They ran back towards home, and when they go to where the chickens were, they were gone. They kept running and he said when they got home, he said he distinctly remembered that he was not out of breath! There were no other passages, or marks other than the images on the walls and the luminescence. This was a bluish haze or maybe aqua. He has never returned, his country is now divided by Turkish occupation, and we have discussed going back there to explore it once a gain he says Pandora's Box when ever we talk about it. If in any event occurs, he wants to take me there to go and find it again. Since I am American, I can cross the border, so I am thinking of going. I am wondering if you have any similar reports to any of these occurrences. Even though I am a skeptic, I do believe that some of this is possible, almost the same as UFOs which I have seen, but I do not have any reason to consider them a threat. I mean as far as the caves go, I don't have any faith in Zombies or heebie-jeebies.

The Truth About Cats and Dogs by Scott P.
There is an obscure superstition that goes something like this: Knowing that animals can see ghosts, when an animal sees a ghost one can, from behind the animal, look between their ears toward where the animal is looking and see the ghost that they see. This is not true. Once while in the fourth grade, I was sitting at home skipping school on a cold winter day. I with my cat and dog curled up for warmth sat on a heater vent wrapped in a blanket. I was in the living room with a perfect view of the entryway. From here I heard some footsteps upstairs. The house I was in was over one hundred years old and had just prior to my family's occupancy been a funeral home. Many odd things that I could write about happened there. The cat's and dog's ears both perked up at the sound of the footsteps as they seemed to go down the hall toward the top of the spiraling staircase in the entryway. Both animals watched some invisible presence slowly walk down the stairs and through the living room then into the dining room. Meanwhile, I, quite apprehensively, looked between both my cat's and my dog's ears as their heads and eyes seemed to follow someone walking though my house. Both animals' heads moved in tandem and the acted very much aware of the presence. Yet I could sense nothing aside from the sound of steps and the reaction of the animals. I was somewhat disappointed.

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