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November 2000
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Time Slip
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| For being selected as the "Coolest Story of the Month," Nick V. is receiving a free copy of Celtic Mysteries in New England, courtesy Llewellyn Publications, St. Paul, MN 55164-0383. |
My First
Ghost Sighting by
BJB
My first visit with a ghost did not really seem scary at all, when I think back
on it. I was playing in a garden area shared by my family and the neighbors. Ed,
the master of the house next door, approached me and began a conversation. I was
surprised to see him as I had been told he had "left" - my parents
delicate way of stating that he had died. He was dressed in a white shirt, dress
pants and a straw hat - his Sunday best. I said hi to Ed and expressed concern
as to the length of time since our last visit. He seemed bothered that he could
no longer walk the path between our farms, something he had always done while
alive. He said he didn't know when he would be back to do that as his farm was a
lot bigger now. I told him that if he wanted that I would do that for him. He
seemed pleased. So early next morning I started a task I expected to last
forever. At week's end, my parents questioned me as to what I was doing. When I
told them the story, I don't think my dad believed me.
The
Visitor by Deb D.
Between 1981 and 1983 I was living in a small apartment with my newlywed
husband. The bedroom was furnished with a bedroom suite that belonged to my
great-grandmother. My husband was a night owl and I had to get to work early the
next day, so I went to bed without him. I have always had a difficult time
falling asleep. It's normal for me to toss, turn and twitch for up to half an
hour before dropping off. I mention this because I want you to know I was not
asleep at this time. I turned over in bed, opened my eyes and saw an old man -
really ancient - dressed in some kind of a white robe, standing in the corner of
my bedroom. He didn't speak, but smiled at me, raised his hand and pointed to
the door of the bedroom. Taking that as an indication for action on my part, I
proceeded to run. I ran out of the bedroom, down the hallway and was headed for
the front door. My husband caught me. I hit his outstretched arm so hard my feet
flew out in front of me and I landed on my rump in the middle of the living
room. The final part of this story comes years later. I was at an aunt's house
and she was showing me pictures of the family. She was unaware of what happened
at my apartment. She asked if I would like to see a picture of my
great-grandmother (the woman who owned the bedroom suite) and her brother. The
brother in the picture was the man I saw in my bedroom! I have no desire to
repeat the experience, but I often wonder what would have happened if I had
recognized him and spoke to him. I have never felt threatened by the incident,
just startled. I think maybe he may have been trying to tell me something. Since
that marriage turned out to be disastrous and ended in a messy divorce, perhaps
that was it.
Haunted
by My Still-Living Grandma?
by Michael F.
It was October, 1986. I had just been discharged from the US Marine Corps. I had
been stationed in 29 Palms, California and decided to stay there after my
discharge because I grew to love the desert. I rented a small house in the
middle of the desert about five miles from the main town of 29 Palms. My only
neighbor was a motorcycle mechanic who lived about 200 yards south of me. Other
than him and his wife and two very young children, I had no neighbors within a
mile. Now mind you, while in the Marines, I was an infantry marine. I had been
sent to a lot of special schools that only those who excelled were sent to. I
was solid in my skills of survival and combat techniques. I was also a member of
the base wrestling team, a brown belt in ishi kaikan karate, and a
trainer in "taking out enemy guards." I had no fears. The story really
starts after I got a call from my mom telling me that my grandmother had cancer
and was dying, but was comatose at that time. I had only met her twice in my
life, so I was not feeling very bad about her cancer. I did, however, feel bad
for my mom. One night my television continued to turn itself off. I would turn
it back on, only for it to go off a few minutes later. I thought to myself that
it was time for a new TV, and left it at that. That same night, my oven door
kept falling open. Once again, I discounted this as hinges coming loose. This
continued for about three or four days with the TV and the oven door. Then weirder
things began to happen. I had a wood pile for my woodburning stove located on
the north side of the house. One night, after tiring of the TV shutting off, I
went to bed. I turned out the lights and closed my eyes. Within a minute I heard
wood being chopped from my woodpile. I didn't know what to think, so still
having the Marine in me, I grabbed an old entrenching tool (a very small shovel
with serrated edges on one side), kept the lights off and went to my back patio
doors to see who was messing with my wood pile. As soon as I opened the doors,
the chopping sound stopped. I walked outside and examined the entire area. I saw
nothing, nor had any wood been chopped. I went back inside and got back into
bed. Once again, as soon as I closed my eyes the chopping sound started. This
continued on for about two weeks. I am not easily scared, but this was starting
to get to me. I had and still have no clue as to what would've made these
chopping sounds. Then after about two weeks of this continued chopping
throughout the night, I lay in bed, not wanting to close my eyes, when I felt a
hand run across my forehead and through my hair. I jumped up and turned on the
lights, but did not see anything. For the next two days, the chopping continued
and I would continually feel a hand moving across my forehead through my hair,
or a hand on my shoulder. By this time I was scared out of my wits. I stayed up
for approximately the next week all night long with the lights on and either my
Marine Corps K-Bar (fighting knife) or my entrenching tool close by. When I was
out of bed with the lights on, there was no chopping sound coming from my
woodpile, nor would I feel the hand touching me. It was then that I got a call
from my mom telling me that my grandma had finally died. After this news, the TV
stopped turning itself off, the oven door no longer flew open and the woodpile
noise ceased along with any "touching hands." I have no explanation
for what happened. I finally confessed to my mom about what happened and after
some thought she told me that it could've been my grandma reaching out to
anybody from her comatose state. She said that she was raised in Alaska during
the depression, which I already knew. She said that it was an everyday thing to
chop wood for the fire, and being without a father, my grandmother did it all
the time. The stove door during that time was often opened to generate heat
within the cabin they lived in. The hands could've been my grandma trying to
reach somebody in the present from her comatose state. No explanation for the TV
as they never had one. I don't know if any of this can relate to the paranormal,
but it is still a mystery to me.
Angel
Encounter by Kathy
D.
On the Morning of March 31, 1987, around 3:00 a.m., as I slept alone in my
apartment, I was aroused by three very gentle tugs of my bed covers by the foot
area of the bed. I had my bed covers up around my neck, which is always how I
sleep. I did not awaken, but was aware of something. I guess I fell back
to sleep, but the same three gentle tugs came again. I again was aroused, but
again did not open my eyes. The third time the tugging happened, I was aroused
enough to turn around to my right, and open my eyes. What I saw was a most beautiful
man standing, now away from my bed, by the side of my bedroom wall. A white
light surrounded him from head to foot. All I could see of his skin were his
hands and face, which were a dark bronze color. He was not looking at or facing
me now, but was facing my open living room door. As I stared at him, I took in
his garment. He was wearing the most beautiful long white robe. He had a sash
around his waist of the same color, but about six inches high. The white robe
was a color white that I remember as so beautiful that I had never seen such a
beautiful cloth before. He had a white turban wrapped around his head, which
covered all hair. He stood very straight and his arms were straight down by his
side. What a beautiful face he had. He had to have been almost eight feet tall.
I say that because my ceilings in that apartment were at least that high, and he
almost reached the ceiling. He said, "Do not be afraid. It is the voice of
God. Read Isaiah, man of the patient realm." At this point, I do not know
how he got from the wall to the side of my bed, but somehow he was right there.
He reached out his mighty arms as he bent over coming down, as if he were going
to pick me up - which is exactly what he did. All of a sudden, I was cradled in
his arms, but I now felt as if I was just a little baby, cradled in the arms of
her mother, wrapped in a warm blanket. Then I heard a noise that sounded like a
whizzing sound, and we were moving in that sound. Then we were standing on a
very rich and beautiful earth, which somehow I could seem to feel with what
seemed now to be bare feet. We were in what seemed like a marketplace of some
kind. There were others walking around like him, in the same white robes; some
were alone and some were walking in twos. We were facing a booth, which
resembled a booth at a carnival. Inside the booth were three rows high of large
hand-crafted vessels. He then said to me, standing on my right side,
"Choose something." I said, "I don't have any money." He
answered, "You don't need money here. Everything is free." At this
point I remember hearing that same whizzing sound and we again seemed to be
moving at a great speed. Now we were again standing by the same side of my bed.
He very slowly began to lean over, with me in his arms, again feeling like a
child cradled in a warm blanket. He leaned over and carefully and very gently
placed me back into my body. I could now feel my body in the bed, and he was
gone. I thought about it for a while, because it all happened so fast. Realizing
that something happened, I got up out of bed and turned on a nightlight to write
down "Isaiah, man of the patient realm." For the next few days I read
the book of Isaiah. I found out that God is real, and that he heard all
my cries for help and proof that he was indeed there.
Unexplained
Vision by Lowes
My friends and I were having a sleepover. At around 12, we decided that we
wanted to do a séance. This was around the time when Princess Diana had died
and no one knew what had happened, so we decided to call upon her spirit. We had
never done this before. We all held hands and my friend Brittany started to
talk: "We are gathered here tonight to call upon the spirit of Princess
Diana. Princess, if you are here, tell us your story." After about 15
seconds, Brittany all of a sudden screamed "No" and started crying. We were trying
to make her stop, but she just wouldn't. About half an hour later she fainted.
We got her back after 15 minutes, and we asked her if she remembered
anything. She asked us where we were. We told her about the "no"
thing, and she said she didn't remember at all. We still don't know what she saw
that made her cry out like that, and I know we never will.
Strange
Orange Light by Jim
C.
While at Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri in April of 1981, I was awakened by one of
my men who was on guard duty. He came running up the steps of our barracks
screaming for everyone to wake up. I looked at my watch and saw that it was only
3:30 a.m., so I jumped out of my bunk and ran toward his voice. When I got to
him he was scared, shaking and so out of breath I could not understand what he
was trying to say. He pointed at the window and said, "What's that?" I
turned and looked to see what was so terrible that it could be seen out of the
second-floor window. By this time everyone was looking out the windows. A bright
orange light was glowing on the horizon. It was so bright that you could see as
if it were daylight. The light kept coming toward us until it was everywhere -
as far as the eye could see in every direction. It was as bright as the
afternoon on a sunny day, but everything had an orange glow about it, including
us. It passed over us within seconds. As it passed over we could see the
darkness closing in behind it. The next day, every enlisted person on the base
was talking about it. When we asked our drill sergeants about it, they said they
never saw anything, and told us we never saw anything either, and not to bring
it up again. We never got an explanation about what had happened. As far as I
know there were no injuries or side effects due to what ever it was. If anyone
knows what it was, please post it on this site.
The
Writing on the Wall by
Ilana W.
About two years ago, my friends and I went on a camping trip in the woods. We
arrived at the site at about midnight, due to traffic, and were too lazy to
start setting up our tents. We decided to rent one of the nearby cabins for the
night and went to bed. When we woke up in the morning, there was all this
strange, tiny writing all over the walls. We assumed it was some kind of
Indian-style wallpaper that we didn't notice in the dark the night before, but
when I went to brush my hair in the mirror, I realized that the writing spelled
"Help Me!" backward on the walls. It really scared us and we
obviously decided to just go home that night, but I will never forget that trip.
The Bald
Ghost by Martin H.
I had a paranormal experience when I was in Grade 6 at an old house I used to
live in. It was a sunny day and I was just coming home from school. I entered
the door and it was very dark inside. I took a shower. When I finished, I slid
my shower door a quarter of the way open. I peered through the hallway and saw a
bald man peeping at me from my parents' bedroom. I first thought that it was my
brother, but I couldn't see the face clearly. The figure had his hands across
the wall and was looking straight toward me. I began to feel a little breeze of
icy wind. I moved toward the figure and it disappeared. I went to look behind
the door of my parents' room and there was nobody there. I began to feel really
freaked! As I slowly moved away from it, I heard my brother coming home from
work. I told him everything, and I also told my parents. They said that an old
man died here in a car crash outside his house. That spooked me real bad because
they also said that the old man had a bald head!
The Day
it Snowed Caterpillars
by Jeanannd
When I was a teen living on my mother's and step father's acreage, there was a
strange snow storm one year. There was a lot of invading, non-native
thistle growing all over not only their 20 acres, but all over eastern Colorado.
This invading thistle still presents a problem, but not in certain areas of
Colorado, and not on my parents' acreage. One year we had a strange spring
snow. I say strange because all over the snow there were strange-looking caterpillars.
I never found out what type they were, but they were only on the snow that
melted quickly. My stepfather had been telling us we would have to kill the
invading thistle and then this strange snow that was loaded with caterpillars.
His theory was that a wind must have somehow picked them up and they then came
out and down with the snow. However it came about, it was great for me. I didn't
have to dig out all the invading thistle plants. That non-native thistle plant was
attacked by the caterpillars the snow brought! They ate every last one on our 20
acres and surrounding acreages.
Death
Dreams by Amanda B.
During the summer between my freshman and sophomore years in high school, my
best friend, a fellow classmate, and several friends of mine died. The really
scary part of it all is that I dreamed of each death about two weeks or so
before it actually happened. The dreams weren't very accurate with the means of
death, but just the same the person died. Also, one day when I was in
school, about lunch time, this feeling of incredible fear just washed over me,
and my cousin Brett's face kept jumping into my head. Later that night my aunt
called to let us know that Brett had been in a car accident coming home from
school for lunch. The car was totaled, but fortunately he was okay! I've had
other prophetic dreams and premonitions, though none as frightening as the death
ones. It really scares me, too, because I had a dream a couple of months ago
that my oldest brother and his girlfriend came to my house at 3 in the morning
and woke me up by pounding on the door. When I opened the door, my brother just
said, "We have to go home, it's dad." So far nothing has happened to
my dad, but it still bothers me given my past history of death dreams.
Past Life
as a Foreign Man by
Athenia
I did not come to the conclusion of having had a past life all at once. I
remember having consciousness and reason before I was born. When I was born, I
remember having very mature thoughts and feelings of anger, upset that I was
being moved about so much. The most obvious thing, among everything else, was
that I had the thoughts and feelings of a man. As I grew older, however, my
"feminine" personality won over. But I remember having a strange
dream one night: I was a little boy with short black hair in another country. I
was perhaps six or seven and I was on a farm. I stood at the end of the field
and someone called me. I understood the language and I ran back toward the
house, between the crops, and then I woke up. About a year later I had the strangest experience.
As I sat watching television, I began to hear a low sound. I paid it no mind,
thinking it was outside. But then it began to grow louder and louder and I began
to panic. I felt like I was paralyzed and I couldn't move. I could still hear
the television, but the other sound became deafening and my vision of the room I
was in vanished. I could still hear the television, but suddenly I found myself
on a dirt road between very tall green trees with a beautiful bright sky and
cool air. Then the television sound died
out all together. I then realized the sound was that of a flock of birds being
frightened off from the trees and then that died down too. I was a man in this
place, and although it was very beautiful here, I had a feeling of terror. I knew
someone had been murdered and their body dumped here. And I knew even then I was
already dead. I was already dead and the body that had been dumped there was my
own. I walked forward two steps and saw a carved piece of ivory, protruding from
beneath some leaves in the bushes. I looked closer and saw that it was sections
of ivory pieced together to form a sort of cylinder shape with a pointed end at
the very top. When I noticed this I felt that it had belonged to a larger
structure that had become somewhat overgrown or merely that part had fallen
away. Suddenly I heard the television again and I found myself in the room once
more. I watched the television for a few seconds and then I had another vision.
I was no longer in the room again. This time I was in the landing of a winding
staircase in a home. I was the same man again but this time I was still alive. I
stood against the wall in apprehension as a group of people talked and laughed
casually as they walked down the stairs and passed me. I was supposed to go up
the stairs. There was someone upstairs that I was terrified of. I could see his
face in my mind, a muscular man that was very charismatic, and yet for some
reason filled me with fear. I was so afraid I found it difficult to move.
Somehow I knew that the moment I walked upstairs I would be killed. I was on the
verge of tears. This was his house, and I lived here, too. I don't know why he
held such a power over me. And then I stepped forward and began walking upstairs
very slowly, trying to delay the ascent as much as I could. I was so afraid that
suddenly I found myself in my room again. Most recently, my boyfriend and I went
to a potluck dinner, and I had some Bacardi to socialize. I drank about a glass and
then my boyfriend said I told him I couldn't concentrate. He and the hostess
took me to a bedroom where he said I fainted immediately and stopped breathing.
He said he was slapping my face and I wouldn't respond. I have a vague memory of
seeing his face above me asking me to breathe but unable to do so. He performed
mouth to mouth and I began to breathe again. He then said I began talking in a
different language. He thought it was Spanish because that is my first language.
But I knew it wasn't Spanish. He repeated some things back to me and I told him
that wasn't Spanish. Several times after that date I woke up from dreams saying
things in a language I didn't recognize. I had an understanding of what I was
saying - the message I was giving - but the sounds, the sentences I used mean
nothing to me. In my recollections I was a man, slender with straight black hair
that reached just beyond my shoulders. I had fair skin, brown eyes and still
somewhat adolescent features.
Can See
the Dead by Yan G.
I've been interested in ghosts/spirits and other paranormal activities for
years. My mother was (and still is) very spiritual. For some time now, I seem to
be able to receive or detect these "ghosts" to the point where I can
technically communicate with them. This started when I was about 10. For years I
thought it was just a very good imagination mixed with a boring life which
resulted in some kind of hallucination. I would get a feeling like a very mild
burning sensation to my face in very precise spots on my forehead, usually
"pointing" toward where the ghosts should be. I do not see things, I
feel them. I am able to follow their movements and get a picture of what they
look like. The day came where this took on a whole new meaning for me. One day I
was in a bookstore with my mom. I saw something in there - a women dressed in
white with long black hair. I just kept on walking. She was obviously happy and
smiling and had nothing to say to me. I walked toward the counter where my mom
was talking to the owners. The man looked at me and said, "You saw someone,
didn't you? A women in white, I bet." I was kind of shocked, but at the
same time wanted to know more. I just replied, "Yeah... errrrrrrr."
And he just said, "Yeah, she's been there for as long as we have been here,
and over here is her friend..." He was pointing to the back of the store
where he invited me. I walked in and he asked what I saw: a man also wearing
only white clothes. I told him this and he just smiled, explaining how he felt
they were looking over the store. That's where my years of hallucinations turned
into years of seeing the dead.
Foresaw
an Accident by Donna
C.
I was up early on a Saturday morning because my then 12-year-old daughter was
going to be having a party that afternoon. As I was picturing our yard to plan a
treasure hunt, I immediately "knew" that my daughter would fall down
the steps beside the house and hurt her foot. It was a feeling that was
unexplainable - I just had a knowing feeling that it would happen. I made a
mental note to watch her carefully and not let her out of my sight. About noon,
as the guests were arriving, I was watching her in our dining room, then I went
to take pizza out of the oven when I heard the door slam and heard her crying.
Yes - she had gone outside while I was in the kitchen, fallen on the steps and
she broke a bone in her foot. She was in cast for weeks. Strange, but true - and
I don't even believe in the paranormal.
Lived
with a Poltergeist
by bor-con
I had what I can only call a poltergeist living with me for several months in
1977. The thing manifested as a shadow standing in front of my windows at night,
produced smoke that did not burn the lungs, rocked in my rocking chair and slept
in the bed with me. It often walked up and down the hall, stopping next to my
bed and sighing loudly. Attempts to eject it from my home were unsuccessful
until shortly before I moved. At that point, it moved down the hill to my
friend's home, where it often opened and slammed the cupboard doors and caused a
storage closet to remain as cold as a refrigerator. Even the dog was terrified.
My friend also moved, and the whereabouts of the creature became a mystery.
Dangerous
Black Cloud by
Nor8486
About a year ago I was messing with my sword. I had been in martial arts for two
years. I was alone at home and was training for a upcoming tournament. I was in
my living room when I had a great feeling of anger come over me. I was enraged,
and by force - not of my own my hand - moved toward my sword. I rammed my sword in
my chest! I told my parents every thing - except one thing. When I was falling
to the ground, I saw a black cloud go through the wall. I try every now and then
to try and figure it out, but no answers. And every once and a while I feel like
something is watching me.
Weird
Black Thing by
CraigOfAllTrades
I usually walk to school (11th grade) in the morning, and the path I take is not
the biggest paranormal hub in the world. A few weeks ago, however, I had the
first otherworldly experience of my life. It was about 7:10 a.m. in Erlanger,
Ky. and I was about 300 feet from my house. It is a street with several homes,
so I usually don't pay attention to my surroundings, but that day something was
weird. I had a feeling of fear and paranoia. Something caught my eye when this
tension was at its peak. In a tree across the street from me there was a tall
creature standing on a fairly high branch. It looked a lot like a very skinny
man, but it was completely pitch black from what I could tell. Its face had only
two little red slits that I think were eyes. No mouth or nose or ears. It was
hunched over. One hand held the main section of the tree and the other held the
creature's foot. It was staring at me. I was paralyzed with fear and just stared
at the creature. After a couple of minutes, I got up the courage to move again
and I shakingly continued to school. A really odd thing is that I had a weird
feeling on my chest for the next two days. It kind of felt like mineral ice.
Anyway, I wrote to this sight because I need to tell someone. I wouldn't think
anyone at this site would call me a liar or a madman.
Hotel
Ghosts by Monte N.
My wife MaryAnn and I live on Vancouver Island and come to the city once in a
while for a concert. We had an odd experiences on October 2, 2000, at 1:30 a.m. in
the Penthouse Suite at the Century Plaza in downtown Vancouver. We had a drink
in the hotel lounge and then retired to our room. We were hungry, so I phoned out
for a pizza to be delivered. MaryAnn was lying in bed as I sat on the couch
having a glass of wine, while waiting for a pizza deliveryman. Apparently, at
this time she saw something that she didn't mention to me until a week later.
Here's what my wife told me: "Kitty-corner in the hotel room was a woman
standing in a long white dress. An apron covered most of the dress. She also had
a maid's hair band on the front part of her head, above her rolled-up bangs. She
had been standing there for quite some time before I realized she was in the
room. She did not move, but stood looking over at me. As I was looking at her, a
man proceeded to walk in front of the bed, rather fast-paced, in a black tux
jacket with tails and white shirt. He seemed to be carrying something like a small silver tray and was walking in a beeline. Just as I was wondering if
I was really seeing this, or had if I fallen asleep and was dreaming, I realized
my eyes were open. As I became more aware of the man, he turned his head in my
direction, and then disappeared behind a large post by the stairs to the
entrance. I became intrigued with where he went. My eyes started to wander
around the post and I wondered if he would appear on the other side, but he was
gone. While all this was going on, the women was still standing in the same
spot. She took awhile to disappear. She seemed to be surrounded in a sort of
glow. I remember lying in bed quite mesmerized by the tie on her apron being
very starched and perfect."
Dead
Brother Helps Out by
CB W.
My father died when I was a year old and my brother died recently. I am an
orphan. For as long as I can remember, my father always counseled me when I had
problems. I've always mentally communicated with my father for his thoughts. One
day I had a really painful decision to make, so I took a walk around campus
while holding his hand to discuss the problem. I instinctively dropped my
father's hand when a friend, in passing, asked me who it was that I was talking
to. I was so surprised at her question I didn't think to ask her if she saw him
or how she even knew I was communicating with someone. Recently, my brother
passed away. I couldn't sleep for three nights. On the third night a beautiful
light enveloped me and I fell asleep immediately. I assumed it was my brother
telling me everything was okay. When I went to his apartment the next day, I had
to locate papers concerning his military service for burial purposes. I couldn't
find them, try as I might. Fortunately, without the papers he was given a
military burial after official phone calls. Later, when I returned to his
apartment I was still angry I hadn't found his file. Well, there it was on the
kitchen table. And there he was, sitting in his favorite chair with a smug smile
on his face. I went to chew him out for putting me through all this trouble and
he disappeared. Later, I asked his landlord to check his car for me as the tow
truck was going to stop by the following morning to take it to storage and I
hadn't found the car registration. He assured me that he had checked very
carefully (the visors, the car compartment, the trunk, etc.) and found nothing.
The following morning I went to his apartment to wait for the tow truck and
decided to check the car again. I opened the driver's door, and there on the
driver's seat were the car registration and insurance papers. Needless to say,
the landlord came over to see and freaked out. My brother and I were so mentally
bonded I guess he had to give me a last tease as he did in life to leave me
loving memories of his shenanigans.
Vision of
a Killing by Brandy
S.
I was living in Las Vegas, Nevada. I went with some friends of mine and my
daughter to an abandoned mine a few miles out of Las Vegas. I don't care for
being under ground, but I followed them into the mine. As I walked into the
entrance, it was like hitting a brick wall. I couldn't go any farther. After a
few seconds I started to understand what had just happened. It was like watching
a movie - I got full color, sound and pictures. A man had been killed right
where I was standing. I could see him and another man fighting. They were
miners. I walked in a little farther and could see men sitting on the ground.
They were eating, and the fight was about a woman. The man that died had red
hair and the other one had dark hair. It was an accident. This is not the only
time I have had this happen. I know I need to use this ability. I just don't
know how.
Poltergeist
in the House by
deyarmond
I have an on-again, off-again poltergeist in my house. I was sleeping on my
couch when my radio turned on by itself. I even asked my husband, when he came
home from work, if he'd turned it off. He didn't. I got up to check, and it was
off. This house has had odd things happening since we moved in, from day one. On
the first night I took a bath here, I could hear movement in the attic space
over head. I knew my mother had said she needed to get a box of books down, but
I hadn't thought she'd do it while my husband was trying to sleep. The sounds
kept getting louder - scraping, dragging sounds, then scrabbling and loud
thumps. I grew angry at the thought of my mother up there. Finally, I jumped out
of the bath, grabbed a towel and flung open the door, thinking, "How dare
she make so much noise when she knows Tony (my husband) has to get up for
work." The very first thing my eyes laid on was my mother, asleep on the
couch. I looked up to the open attic space right over my head (it's only reached
by ladder). I heard what sounded like a soft giggle and that was all. Needless
to say, I was a tad freaked. At the front of our house we have a screened porch
(as we say here, a "Florida room"). At the time we moved in, we had
three cats, which we didn't want going outside, so if we went out the screen
door, we'd push this large rock against the frame, so they couldn't pop the door
open. After we got the cats fixed, there was no need to keep them in, so
therefore, no more use for the rock. Oddly, though, it kept getting placed on
the step and pushed in front of the door. At first, we assumed it was a
prankster in our neighborhood, a child close by. But it happened at all hours of
the day (we've worked all shifts). My mother even stayed up one night on the
porch to catch the culprit. I tossed that rock off the porch, into the bushes. I
figured it was the "other" mysterious member of our household when one
day, I came home from work (no one else was here), opened the screen door, took
the two steps to the front door to the house, reached to unlock the door. I
turned to close the screen door, it already was, and I pushed the door. The rock
was once again braced firmly against the screen door. No one was around, could
have come around, nor got that rock without my knowledge, or in the time frame
of a few seconds and get away. On a night I had to get some rest, needing to get
up early, I was trying to sleep. Every time I would drift off, steps would wake
me up. I'd get up, walk around and find nothing. It happened over and over
again. I had placed my cats in my bedroom, just to be certain it wasn't them.
Once more, I'd drift off, and then tapping would start, and then steps. Once
again I'd get up...find nothing. Finally, as I walked into the dining room for
the umpteenth time, I just spoke out loud, "Cut it out. I have to get up
early. No more jokes. I don't want to play." Yes, I felt odd, but sleep was
more important. I guess it worked. There were no more noises other than the
usual settlings of the house. I stopped taking nightly baths for a while when I
was alone. It seemed that every time I did, a soft tapping would start on the
door. I'd get up, open it... nothing there, not even a cat. Occasionally, we'd
see a black or gray spot dashing about. I had a black cat and a gray cat, so
many times thought it was them. Soon, though, we'd notice it happening when
those cats would be outside or not any where nearby. I nearly stepped on this
"creature" one day as I walked out of my bedroom. The black mist or
form dashed from the bedroom across the hall, straight to me feet, stopping me
dead in my tracks, then seemingly through my legs, sending a cool chill up
them.
Grandfather
Still Hanging Out by
Heather J.
I live in Loveland, Ohio. I live in a mobile home and it all started when we
moved in about eight years ago. The first thing was when I was at my friend's
house next door and she asked me, "Heather, who is that man leaning on your
car? I said, "What man?" She started to explain what the man was
wearing and what he looked like. So I ran to the door and the man was gone. So I
looked around the house down the street. No man. A few days later, she came over
and said, "Oh, by the way, that is the man." She pointed to the
picture of the man in the picture and it was my grandfather. I told her no way
it can be the man in the picture because he has been dead for 13 years. She
freaked out and so did I. If I put anything in front of the picture, it ends
across the room. My husband saw this: His pager flew across the room one night
and he could not believe it. Decks of cards flew across the room. Noises come
from under the floor... and then shadows. I have had someone call my name when
no one is there.
Voices,
Sightings and now DOP!
by Sherrie T.
There are strange happening in my home. I was the first to hear them - the
voices. It sounds like a man and a woman talking, but you can never make out
what they are saying. The voices only occur in my husband's and my bedroom. Then
our animals started noticing "them," which was not apparent to us...
until now! I have seen one of "them," like a flash, coming out of my
home office and going toward my bedroom. It was about 5'5", smoky white; it
did not have a shape. I have seen reflections in my computer screen a couple of
times, too. Now, we are experiencing the DOPler
effect. The only thing is, none of the objects have returned yet. This is
kind of scary, because two of the objects are scissors! They have not been
physical or mean, so I hope that this does not change.
Black
Thing by Hyghelander
When I was about 15, I had a good friend that I used to do everything with. One
night we were preparing to go to Gatlinburg for a ski weekend with his mom. I
was spending the night at his house and we were sleeping in his big four-poster
bed. At the end of the bed was a large framed window, and immediately outside,
less than 20 feet away, was a large street light. The window had wispy lace
curtains on it, and you could see right through them. We were talking and having
a good time when we noticed a large black "blob" slowly rising up at
the bottom of the bed. It was completely gelatinous in form, and solid; it
blocked the light. It oozed up and over the edge of the bed and slowly spread
out until it was as wide as the bed. We were both petrified and couldn't move.
It continued to move up over the bed and we could feel the bed "give"
under it's weight. It was at this time that we suddenly could move again and
jetted out of the room. We slept in the den that night, and never figured out
what that thing was. We were both awake, and the room was fairly well lit and we
could see it well. It was black, and completely absorbed the light, like a solid
shadow. It was pretty scary.
Accurate
Ouija Messages by
Linda L.
About 30 years ago, when I was around 17 years old, my friend and I would ask
questions on a Ouija board I had. We asked who my girlfriend Rosemary would
marry and it told us "Steve." Two years later she was engaged to a
Steve and is now married to him. We asked who my friend Laura would marry. Laura
was working the Ouija board with me. It said she would marry Michael. About 10
years later Laura got married to a Michael. I asked who I will marry. It gave me
a first name and a last name, which I will not reveal. It was a very odd name
and did not seem like a name to me at all, so I thought it wasn't answering me.
I also asked it when I would be married. It told me in the year 2003. Naturally,
since it was then 1970 I thought it was absurd that I wouldn't marry until
almost the age of 50. So I dismissed the whole thing as being untrue, until now.
I recently thought back on that day and questioned why the Ouija was so accurate
about the names of Rosemary's and Laura's husbands and not mine. Then I nearly
lost my breath when it occurred to me that the name the Ouija gave me - 30 years
ago - was the same as a man I met in night school three years ago. He is foreign
so his name did not seem like a real name to me. We have become very close
friends in school and still keep in touch. He is currently married, but has
expressed unhappiness in his marriage. I bought another Ouija board recently to
see if I could tap into that source of information again. Again, I was told that
I am to marry that man in 2003. If it is our subconscious that works the Ouija,
then we know the future. However, I believe it is spirits that work it. I
currently feel that these spirits somehow know what the future holds. However,
unfortunately they have not been accurate on the lottery numbers. I was given a
lot of information and I am waiting to see if any of it comes true.
Bizarre
Hospital Creature by
Scotty
I live in a small rural town in central Alabama. When I was 36, my mother became
very ill and was hospitalized. She was in a private room and someone had to be
with her at night. I fell asleep and was awakened during the early morning
hours. When I looked up, I saw a creature above my mothers bed. It was floating
in the air. It did not acknowledge me. And I sure did not believe what I was
seeing. The creature had ears like that of an owl. They were light pinkish to
dark red orange brown. Its ears were like fur and feathers. The eyes were tiny
round red and glowing. I saw no wings. Its teeth were sharp like razor blades
and was in motion of opening and closing. It was almost like its teeth were
going around and around. It was a small creature. The rest of the creature was
fuzzy fur, like a dirty dog. It had small claw-like hands that were very small
compared to the rest of it. The claw hands were pulled close in its front. But
it had hooves for feet. And It had a somewhat long tail that folded across to the
front with what looked like an almost spaded ending to it. I closed my eyes.
Looked again and it was still there. I am sorry to say I left my mother alone
with it and ran into the bathroom. Then I washed my face with cold water and
finally got up the nerve to go back out. It was not there. Thank God! And yes, I
did pray. I swear that I'm telling the truth.
Séance
Reaches Mother by
Erica
A family I know lived happily until they came to know that the mother of the
family had cancer. On October 14, 1999, she had an unfortunate death. I am very
good friends with her daughter, so I came to her house that night and comforted
her. A few weeks later, my friend Danielle and I slept over the daughter's
house. Her father wasn't home and neither was her brother. I wanted to have a
séance. We sat on her bed with candles, which were the color lavender - her
mother's favorite color. We put the candles in front of pictures of her mom.
There was one picture with the mother and daughter. The daughter started trying
to contact her mother - and the candle that was in front of the picture with her
and her mom started to flicker excitedly. All of a sudden, the flame started to
rise about five inches high and started to flicker even more frantically. Then
the dog stared barking while looking at the candle. We were so astonished. Then
out of nowhere we saw an image. It was a female-shaped body. We figured it was
her mom. I got up and blew out the candle and we just sat there in awe.
Haunted
Picture by April M.
Just a few months ago, I took an experienced man in the field of paranormal to a
restaurant named "Ashley's." I had seen it on the local news that the
place was supposed to be haunted, so when I heard that this man was coming to
visit my husband and me, I was very curious as to what he might see. When we
were at the restaurant, he asked me how many ghosts are supposed to be there. I
read him the story off of the back of the menu describing three ghosts, two male
and one female. The back of the menu excluded the little girl that was also
supposed to haunt the place, then I mentioned that there was a young girl, and
he said, "That's her. Don't just whip around to look, but she's standing in
the corner." I waited a few moments and casually glanced over at the corner
behind me and saw nothing. Then I asked him what she was doing he said that she
was "just standing there, looking around." I was very disappointed, so
disappointed that I thought about going to the ladies room where there have been
many reports of a ghost, but being the weenie that I am, I didn't want to go
because I was the only girl at dinner that evening. Right after we ordered
dessert, I noticed that a large painting of a man that was on the wall had
changed! When we had come up the tiny stairway to the second floor where we were
eating, the man's eyes were staring at the door. Then sometime during our meal,
the man's eyes were staring directly into the back of the head of the man that
had come to see me. My husband, who was also with us noticed it almost
immediately before me and I was just noticing it when he said something about
it. I said a few nasty remarks about the man in the picture's eyes, and then
moments later it seemed to begin staring at me. The man that we had invited to
dinner there made a comment along the lines of "ignore the petty
ghost" and it's facial expression changed right along with the eyes which
again began to stare at the back of his head! The most convincing part is when
we left, the man in the picture watched us go down the stairs and out the door.
On our way out, the man that we had invited with us, noticed another presence on
the ground floor, watching us leave.
Ghostly
Firestarter by
Rachel T.
I just moved into a house in Warren County, NJ. I have always believed in ghosts
and I believe there have been ghosts in the houses I have lived in before. This
house is different. It is in a very small town and the neighbors always want to
find out about the new kid on the block. For background, I was aware that the
house had been built before 1900 and there had been a significant fire in the
house at some point - there was evidence of that in the attic as several beams
are charred. In speaking to the man next door, he told me of an incident that
happened when his uncle owned the house I now own. He said a strange thing
happened: one of the kitchen appliances had caught fire and done some damage.
Appliances can be quirky, so I wrote it off but wondered if that was the fire
that caused the damage in the attic. Not possible, I figured because the house
is two stories and it would have to be a serious kitchen fire to affect the
attic. As I've been staying in the house, I've felt that "I'm not
alone" feeling, but nothing scary. I just feel that there is something else
in the house. One morning I put the teapot on the stove in the kitchen and went
to use the bathroom. Just as I was leaving the bathroom, I heard a funny sound
and went into the kitchen to find black smoke and flames coming from the back of
the stove's control panel. Apparently it had shorted and caught fire internally.
I called the fire department, but fortunately it blew the circuit breaker and
put itself out by the time they arrived. Another neighbor - who has been in the
area for over 40 years - told me later that day about the fire that had caused
the damage to the house. Her girlfriend was living in the house at the time with
her pets and children. The kids were outside playing and she went to run an
errand. My neighbor was looking after the kids. When the woman arrived home, she
found the house ablaze because her dryer had caught fire. The laundry room was
an internal room and allowed the fire to spread to the second floor and attic
without being noticed. Between the fire and then the water from the fire
department, only the outer shell of the house survived. This is all I know right
now. I am beginning to conduct my own investigation into the history of the
house.
Footsteps
on the Ceiling by
Scott H.
I was visiting the old mining ghost town (more like city) of Jerome Arizona. It
now houses an art colony of sorts and is a popular tourist location. They have
two hotels in town, and both claim to be haunted. My girlfriend, two children
and I decided to stay at the Daisy Hotel. It recently was remodeled as a hotel
being the former miners' hospital during the heydays of the early 1900s.The
hotel sits on a hill that overlooks Jerome and the surrounding Verde Valley.
After we ate dinner in town and put the kids down, we watched TV and went to
bed. Earlier that day, we left a small window open in the bathroom to get air in
the small room. I woke up at 3 a.m. for no reason. As I turned over, there came
a loud crash. My girlfriend woke and asked me what it was. I didn't have a clue.
Maybe pipes? I looked around the room and everything was okay and the kids were
still asleep. I lay back down and tried to go back to sleep. About 10 minutes
later I heard little pitter-patters across the ceiling above my head. I listened
for about five minutes before it stopped. The next morning I went into the
bathroom to get ready and I noticed the small window was shut and the glass was
cracked. I asked my girlfriend if she shut it and she didn't. The kids are too
small to reach it. We both remember it not being broken. I assume that was the
"crash." The odd thing about that was it took a lot of effort (years
of paint and warp-age) to even get it open, yet it shut with force to crack. I
mentioned the window to the lady upon check-out. She said that was odd, that the
only reports of anything from the room were tiny footsteps across the ceiling! I
almost dropped. That's what I heard! I asked if maybe there was someone staying
in the room on the next floor, but we were on the top floor! The owner told me
there were several different spirits that stayed there, and they were active
during certain times of the year. I guess we were lucky.
Ghost of
Young Woman by
Coleen C.
When we first moved to our place in May 1996, we knew there was something odd,
but things really didn't start happening until about two years ago when we heard
doors opening and closing, music from out of nowhere, cold chills through covers
on my bed, cold breezes when there was heat in the house, feelings of pressure
on my lower limbs upon going to bed, feelings as if someone was pushing me into
my pillow as if trying to smother me, footsteps on the basement steps, or
outside in our rock bed in front of our house, or on the ramp leading to the
front door. Then a young woman made herself known: average height, dark hair,
print top, dark skirt swirling around the bottom as if a wind blowing in the
house where she was seen.
Mysterious
Dark-Haired Man by
Lisa
One evening my niece, who lived alone at the time, saw a tall dark-haired man
peering at her from her kitchen. He frightened her so that she threw her bedroom
door shut and called 911. The police came and found the door locked and no one
but my niece in her apartment. She told only her mother. The next night while I
was rocking my infant daughter a tall dark young man appeared in my living room.
I was paralyzed and couldn't scream. I thought perhaps this burglar thinks we
are sleeping and pretended to be asleep, all the while watching him. When he got
no response from me he walked across my living room coming within two feet from
my rocking chair the disappeared through my locked sliding glass door. The next
day I told my mother, who of course had already heard my niece's version that
morning. When we compared notes, our descriptions of the tall dark-haired young
man matched. We can only summarize that a family member had unfinished business.
Ghost
Encounters by
tweety-78
Seventeen years ago, there was a girl that lived in this town who was murdered
and raped at a bridge called Middlebridge. The bridge has been torn down, but
she still comes back every night at 11 p.m. to find the killers. We all went
down there too see this. We walked down this two-mile stretch with trees hanging
over us in pitch black. All we had were flashlights. We got to the end of the
bridge at 10:15. We were cutting up, laughing and so forth. Then the guy that
took us there said, "Okay, you did not believe, so be quiet. You'll find
out for yourselves." Everything got quiet, then we then it all started
happening - little stuff at first. Then it came. We started hearing footsteps
and little whispers. Then we heard four big steps. Then we heard a bloody murder
scream. I started running - all eight of us did! Then another scream! We all
started running faster. The girl behind us said she looked back and saw
something in a form, but no one else did. We ran two miles back to our vehicles.
We were terrified.
Spirits
in the House by Moe
M.
It seems anywhere we move that a spirit or two seems to follow. We recently
purchased a new house (well new to us) and we have a few unexplained things
happening. First of all, our dog will sit in our daughter's room on her bed and
stare into the hallway as if he was mesmerized. Then he will start barking at
absolutely nothing. I installed a motion sensor light in the hall and now it
keeps going on and off by itself. Just the other day my wife was sleeping in a
little and around 8:00 a.m. she woke and was lying on her side in bed and felt
the bed sink in next to her backside and asked the dog what he was doing on the
bed and when she looked the dog was not there and the dog was downstairs. She
quickly got up as she did not want to snuggle with whatever it was.
Real
Imaginary Friend by
Tania
When I was about two years old, my family had just moved to Bremerton, Wash.
There, I had a "friend." My mom never saw my friend, but there was
evidence that she was there. We would go to the store and my mom would make sure
that my room was clean before we left. When we got back, toys were all over the
floor. Every time I told her that Yolanda had done it. She had gotten upset
thinking that I had an imaginary friend named Yolanda that I could use as an
excuse for whenever I had gotten into trouble. She decided to talk to the
neighbors about it and the reaction she got was not what she had expected. The
neighbors had told her that a little girl had lived in that house a few years
before. The little girl's name was Yolanda. She had gone for a ride with her
mother's boyfriend on his motorcycle and they had gotten into an accident and
both of them had died. The house was vacated and my parents had eventually
rented it. We have since moved away and I never saw Yolanda again. After moving
to San Diego, Calif. When I was six years old I had an odd "being"
come into my room late at night. It was shaped like a bowling pin, but was black
in color and just over three feet tall. I have also seen a ghost at my
father-in-law's house. My husband was sitting at his computer, when I looked
over from on the bed and I saw a man in his late teens early twenties pointing
at the computer screen and what looked like he was showing my husband how to use
the computer.
Little
Ghost in the House
by Croy1
When I was 12 years old, I woke up in the middle of the night sweating. When I
opened my eyes, I saw a little girl standing in front of me staring at the wall.
She wore a dress and had braided hair. She looked somewhat like a girl from the
"Little House on the Prairie." Exactly a month after this occurred, I
was woken up by a voice calling. I opened my eyes and the little girl had
appeared again on the opposite side of my bed same position staring at the wall.
I looked at my alarm clock, then looked back to her and she was gone. Does this
seem like a figment of my imagination or did I really see something?
Angels in
the Clouds by
Angelhdhipster
I was living in a small town in Texas. To unwind after work, I would always take
a drive out in the country; traveling mostly on back roads. This activity was
heightened in the summer months when I could watch the many mighty thunderstorms
pass through the area. One evening I was heading west toward the sunset
(unsurpassed in Texas) with a weak thunderstorm moving in just north of the
setting sun. The two natural phenomena together was such a beautiful sight with
such gorgeous deep color that I stopped my car and stepped outside to gain a
better view. My attention was at once caught by a gray patch of scud clouds
drifting in from the storm that were illuminated by the sun's rays. I could see
the forms of a whole host of angels. This was more than a case of vivid
imagination. I saw such detail of every angel's face. I could see their profiles
and their hair and and their wings. It was as if they were using the cloud vapor
to show themselves to me. It was so real. It was not my imagination.
Demon in
the Cave by
Ragingtrucker
Once I was walking up my hill behind my house. It was a dark night. I love scary
journeys - unlike this one. I found a little cave that sat in the east side of
my woods. I walked by it and shined my light down in it and saw a skull with
long horns! The second I turned to run, I got pushed down the hill - super hard!
At the same time I heard a loud echoy voice saying, "Good evening, my
friend." I will never be the same.
Mystery
Light by D. Hatcher
When I was about 10 years old, my cousin and I were playing hide and seek at our
grandmother's house. Wanting to scare each other, we were hiding in the dark
where the streetlight couldn't reach. I was walking beside the house in total
darkness when about five feet in front of me a round light about the size of a
handkerchief suddenly lit up. As I watched, it rose from the grass and began to
float or "walk" toward the neighbor's fence. It rose high enough to
clear the fence and drifted down into the grass on the other side and the light
disappeared. This thing made no noise at all and the next day when I went to
look for it, there wasn't a trace of anything. I have no idea what I encountered
that night but it scared me to death. The really weird thing about it is my
grandfather told me that as a boy he was walking home on a country road one
moonlit night. There was high grass on either side of the road and a light about
the size of the one I saw, came out of the grass on one side and crossed the
road about 20 or 30 feet in front of him and disappeared into the high grass on
the other side. He was scared too and I believe he told me that he ran the rest
of the way home. I have no idea whether this thing was alive or if it was a
machine, I just know I really don't want to cross paths with it again!
The Black
Shadow by Mary A.
Since 1983, the year my parents purchased their first home, there have been
numerous paranormal activities. One of those is of a black shadow that has been
seen running from my parents' room to my brother's room. When you see this
shadow, it seems to be acting like it's sneaking from room to room. I sometimes
wonder: Who's supposed to be scared - it or us?
Another
Werewolf Explanation
by Bill D.
I thought you might be interested in this explanation of werewolves. There is a blood pigment
disease called porphyria in which some people have more porphyins in their
system. These porphyrins cause the distruction of tissue when sunlight hits that
individual, so they are photophobic because the sun is painful to them. The disease causes them to be very hairy, and their gums recede to expose
long teeth. These long teeth will fluoresce red in the moonlight. Because of the
destruction of tissues, they are often stooped, hunchbacked and deformed. Now you think about having a neighbor who was never seen except at night, he
was very hirsute, stooped over and deformed, and had long red teeth. Don't you
think that would easily start rumors of them being a werewolf?
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Hand from
the Grave by Laura
B. One bright, sunny morning I went to the cemetery there because I had the startings of an obsession with the Dunbar family. I don't know who these people even are. All their dead relatives seemed to fascinate me; so much that it was important to know the genealogy. This graveyard had a man and wife that somehow I was quite impressed with. I would go there and remove weeds. This one morning I was removing weeds and talking to the headstone when suddenly an arm came out of Capt Robert Dunbar's grave. This man died in 1825, so you can imagine my surprise. What a healthy looking arm! From the elbow to the hand. I didn't scream, just slowly walked backwards and said, "I think I've come here a bit too much." And left. I didn't run at all or freak out. The arm was as real as if physical. I've never seen anything like that before or after. And by the way, I'm a cemeteryologist. It isn't unusual for me to hang out in cemeteries. Seeing an arm is. |
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