The Demon in New Bedford by Marianne A.
When I was in New Bedford, outside Boston/Salem area on vacation, a few years back, I had the dream of a demon mounting me. It was awful. I kept thinking it was because we were going sightseeing in Salem within the next few days, but I really wasn't thinking of evil things, only the historical aspect of the city and the real people who lived there. I will never forget it. It has not occurred again. I told a few people about this, but they thought I was just having a nightmare. Somehow, I felt it was more than that. It was so real. I did not have trouble sleeping - I rarely have trouble. There was no explanation for this in my mind.

The Ghost in Uniform by Yiar
I had been home from the hospital about two weeks after undergoing surgery. I laid down to rest and did not go to sleep or doze off at all. I just closed my eyes. When I opened them, there was a man with a white beard and hair in a dark blue military uniform of some sort standing at the bottom of my bed. The uniform resembled something worn, perhaps, in a war like the Civil or Revolutionary Wars. It had very shiny buttons of silver or gold. That person just stood there and looked down at me for as long as I kept my eyes open. I closed my eyes and reopened them and he was no longer there. This episode did not frighten me at all. I just wish I could understand who he was and why he appeared.

Dad Leaves a Note by Clairling M.
It was on a little note pad stuck on the fridge with a magnet. The note said, "Rise and shine, Claire." It was in my father's handwriting. The note was found on 9/8/99 and he died on /13/97. I know it wasn't faked because he had something called benign familial tremor (or essential tremor), so his writing was really shaky. My two daughters, neither of whom lives with me, absolutely deny any joke on their part. It was something he always said to me when it was time for me to get up to go to high school some 30 years ago. The note pad was blank when I went to bed the night before. I can't explain it, but I think it really is great that my father hasn't forgotten me!

Precognitive Dreams by Margaret H.
In the summer of 1976, my son, Daniel was only a few months old. I used to dream of a man coming onto my backyard at night. I could see him standing in the moonlight next to a fruit tree and I could see the glint of a knife in the moonlight. I would go back in the house and grab Daniel and we would flee into the night on a train. I would meet with a friend of mine in a train station and tell him of the circumstances and then my friend would ask me where my son, Daniel was. It was then that I would realize that I had left Daniel on the train and that I would never see him again. This dream reoccurred several times over a two-month period. I played it off as the nerves of a new mother. A few weeks after my last dream, my son died in his sleep of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. Over the next three and a half years I gave birth to two daughters, but I still had nightmares about losing my son until an unusual dream I had when my youngest daughter was about four months old. In the dream, I saw Daniel wearing the same mint green nightgown he was wearing the night he died. He was sitting in his baby chair with his arms stretched out to me, smiling and eyes glowing. There were also glowing beautiful lights behind him. It was as if he were saying that everything was going to be alright. Eight months later, I found out that I was pregnant, but that I had a condition called placenta praevia. The doctors advised me to get an abortion, but I decided to stick it out. I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy on December 25th, 1981 in an alternative birth room with a beautiful tree with bright lights in the background just like in my dream of Daniel more than a year earlier. I don't know how to explain these dreams, but I had similar dreams about the loss of my daughter, Sarah, in the few months be she died in July, 1996.

Father's Final Call by Doug
I was sitting alone in the house 500 miles away from my father. He had surgery that day, and it was expected there would be no repercussions, but mom called to say he didn't make it. Still alone, I sat thinking, when the phone rang again. Picking it up, I heard the sort of rushing sound described by those logging on to the Internet. I called, "Hello? Hello?" Then in the background, I heard what certainly sounded like my father's voice: "Goodbye, Doug!" Then the connection ended. I put the phone down, picked it up, and the usual dialtone was there. I've always believed Dad called to say goodbye.

Playful Spirit by DBFCSJJ
When we first moved into this house, our daughter was about four months old. One night, she got up in the middle of the night to be fed, as I was feeding her I heard what sounded like things being moved around in the other room. Sure enough, the next morning some of my knick-knacks had been re-arranged. Another time, my husband was taking a shower, while my daughter and I were in another part of the house, when he had a penny thrown at him. He assumed it was me playing a joke on him, until he asked me about it later.

The Take-Away Vision by Kent S.
My big experience came in 1993. I'd heard Dr. Raymond Moody on the radio talking about his new book "Reunions," which is about using mirror gazing as a way to reach dead relatives. I bought the book and tried the method described. I usually only saw sparks or clouds in the mirror. But then after three weeks I had the experience (he called it something like a take away vision, or walking vision - I forget the exact term) while I was visiting my ex-boyfriend's grave. It was a beautiful fall afternoon just before Halloween and I was sitting at his grave. I heard a hawk in the distance. I looked up to see one, then another came and they were soaring in place facing each other in the distance. Then the first one left and the other started coming toward me. At that time, I saw a brilliant light pattern around this hawk. I could feel love beaming at me like the heat of the sun. The hawk came and hovered directly over me in place. It was then I heard the voice of my dead ex-boyfriend. He said two things: One was that he wanted me to tell his family that he was in a more beautiful place than they could imagine (significant as he'd committed suicide 10 years previous and his family, being Catholic, no doubt worried about that aspect). The other thing he said was that whatever I did, it would be ok. When I realized I'd heard this, the bird then took off to the south.

Talk About Odd by bzzoff
My most recent wife Donna and I shared a situation that came along almost from the start of our relationship. Oftentimes, we found that how strange it was that one of us "thought" the situation and the other carried out the event. Furthermore, when we related to each other about it, the other would say, "Well, you just asked me for this, right?" "No, just thought it!" I have found in certain situations, I have been possibly able to "lead" people with thoughts. I must like the person and have a common bond and feel relaxed around them.

Psynchronicity by hdeasy
I met Xavier on the bike in the forest this morning at exactly same point where I separated from him yesterday eve on the bikes, and we hadn't met at all for a while, though both of us bike all the time. This prompted us to swap some stories of coincidences like this. Later, coming to coffee shop, thought I would like cheese & onion crisps - and the lady was opening a new box of just this flavour of crisps as I entered the shop. A few minutes later, I was thinking of Barbara and turned around and there was the other Barbara. I went back to my office and was thinking what a funny series of synchronicities when I met Sabiene K. on the stairs - and the last woman I saw before that was Sabiene F. - two doubles.

The Man in the Closet by Barbara W.
Years ago, we lived in an apartment house with my aunt, uncle, and cousins. For years, my older cousin would start screaming, and when my aunt would run in to check on her, she would say there is a man at the end of her bed and that he came out of the closet. In future years, we had all moved out of the house and Harry, the guy who bought it, had gone out with my cousin - the one who had insisted that the man was at the end of her bed. He had some very disturbing things happen to him in the house - brooms would fly across the room, window shades would have cut-outs of boys and girls on them - almost like paper dolls. A fellow worker told him he had driven by the house, and asked what he was doing up in his attic - he had seen the lights blaring. Harry found this strange because there was no electrical power in the attic. As much as he tried, he could not rent the upstairs apartment. I know one family rented the apartment, but left one night (and left most of their things behind) because one of the family members thought there was a little man at the end of her bed. My brother and I ran into some weird things in the basement of the house. It was divided into two sections - there was a small room off of the main basement that had a chair, pool table, and an old refrigerator. We were down there one day and the pool balls started to roll around on the table by themselves. We nervously figured that the table wasn't level, and mentioned this out loud, when the balls started to click together in pairs. So much for the table being off balance. I saw my aunt at a party not too long ago and she had said that many years ago, one of my cousins had seen a psychic at a carnival (for what she thought would be a joke) and she asked her about the house and the man in the bedroom. She had told my cousin that "of course you see him because he was murdered there and he is trapped in the house." I think it would be interesting to have someone check out the house to see what is going on.

Ouija of Many Spirits by StarLette04
My friend and I were playing with a Ouija board at a birthday party, trying to contact spirits. A lot of the people there really believed that some force or spirit was moving the board. I don't feel the same way as they do, but they really and truly believe it. They claim to have many different encounters with many different spirits. One of the spirits was a 13-year-old boy. He said his father killed him with a gun in Florida because he was jealous of him. Another spirit was a guy named Greg. He was decapitated because he stole money from his family back in the 1500s. he claimed that he was a history teacher. Another spirit was named Georgia, who had a very interesting story to tell them. She said that she had to save her daughter because her "alcoholic" husband was going to kill her. But in the end, while in the car with the husband, they got in a car accident and she ended up dying. The last spirit was named Tim. He froze to death, and he claimed it was terribly painful to die. And his killer, who was chasing him, was named Jim. We asked a question mentally, and did not participate in touching Ouija mover, and the answers we got made sense.

Strange Ouija by loosestud
This is a story I heard from my mother and grandmother. My mother came from a poor family and couldn't afford expensive games. So one day her mother suggested that they make a Ouija board. She thought it would be harmless, because she had never had a real experience with a Ouija. So my mother and two friends got together and made a Ouija out of an old piece of oak and used a crystal glass as a pointer. At first they just asked it questions and it answered. So they began using it more and more often. As they used it more it began to move more easily and quickly. When asked to give a name, it would either avoid the question or it would give a strange, unreadable response. One day, they demanded it tell them its name. It replied with the word "Beelzebub" (which is, I believe, a biblical name for Satan) followed by the numbers 666. At that point, the girls got up and began to walk away from the table, when the lights got dim. My grandmother came in the room to see what was going on, and all she saw was the girls standing by the table and the pointer moving untouched in a figure eight. After that, my mother didn't touch a Ouija until she was almost 40 years old when she found it in our attic. So one night she called one of the same friends that was present for the original event to come over and do it again. As soon as they touched the pointer, it began to move like they had been playing for hours. It said, "I knew you would come back," then began to move in a figure eight again. My mother never touched a Ouija again.

Audrey Santos - Living Miracle by Erinn7777
I read your article on Audrey Santos. I believe she is a living saint. A few years ago I sent a letter and card to Audrey and her mom. Along with the card, and letter, I sent her a musical carousel, playing the tune "Yesterday." However, I never expected to have the privilege of receiving a sign from Audrey. I had mailed this package out during Holy Week. It was on Easter Sunday afternoon, around 2:30 p.m. I became very sleepy at this time. I was preparing dinner in the kitchen when suddenly I had the urge to lie down. So I took a few moments to shut my eyes on the living room couch. It was only seconds after I closed my eyes... and I felt tiny hands on my legs and shoulder, which was the left side. I opened my eyes, and there was no one around. I didn't see anybody. I was awake, and I still felt it. Suddenly, a scent of perfume - of mixed flowers - came about. I closed my eyes again, and it happened once more. It didn't occur to me then that it was Audrey, until I saw her story on ABC a week later. Then I realized that Audrey biolocated and wanted to say thank you to me. I am sure she was guided by God and the angels.

Ouija and the Mouse by Rebecca G.
My story is not half as creepy as some of these stories, but it is true. My brother and I used to play with our Ouija board, but to no avail. I was in fourth grade and we had a mouse that got loose. It had been missing for days and we figured it was either dead or had gotten out of the house. My mother was out one evening and my brother was in the living room watching TV I had a friend over and we decided to try the Ouija board. We lit some candles and sat on my bed with the Ouija board between us. I asked it if it knew where the mouse was. All it spelled out was C-O-U-C-H very slowly. As soon as it hit the H, my brother called from the living room and said, "I found the mouse!" I asked where he found it at and he said, "It's under the couch!" My friend and I went screaming from my bedroom and I haven't touched a Ouija board since.

The Stranger's Directions by John M.
I was going to Florida to see relatives. I was going to be staying with my aunt in Pembrooke Pines, but I didn't have directions. I got off of the plane in Orlando since I'd be going back there to visit more relatives and, of course, Walt Disney World before I left to go home. I got in my rental car and headed south on Route 95. I called my aunt about half way down, but she wasn't home. I left her a message on her answering machine that I was on my way down and that I'd be somewhere in her vicinity around 11:00 p.m., but would stop and call a few hours sooner to get specific directions. I started driving again. Once around Fort Lauderdale, one particular exit seemed different. I can't explain it. I just knew that I should get off and turn right. I did so. About four miles down the road I turned into a 7-11. As I reached to open the door, my eyes started to burn severally. I reached into my bag and pulled out my eye drops. As I tilted my head back to put the drops in, my eyes suddenly felt fine. I put the drops back in my bag. Just then, a car pulled up next to me with its window down. The very strange thing here is that my window was also down and I don't remember rolling it down (I practically never drive with my windows down, especially in that heat). The driver asked me if my name was John. I said yes. He said that he was supposed to meet someone there named John, but didn't know anything else. I said that I was from out of town, so it couldn't be me. He said that he only knew one person named John, but it wasn't him. He said that as he came through the intersection, he heard a voice tell him to stop and talk to John, therefore, how could he help me? I laughed and said, "OK, I'm on my way to Pembrooke Pines, but don't have directions." He gave me very specific instructions to follow, including the Macaroni Grill as a restaurant to stop at and where inside I'd find a phone. Then he laughed and said that he didn't know if he'd follow his advice or not as he's never even been in Pembrooke Pines. That's just what the "voice" was telling him to tell me. I thanked him and went on my way. I arrived at the Macaroni Grill and went inside to find the phone - exactly as described. I then called my aunt who had just walked in the door and hadn't even listened to her answering machine yet. Here's the kicker! I was 1/4 mile away from her apartment! From that point on, I didn't need directions to get to any of my other destinations. I just followed my intuition.

Noises in the House by tweety8103
I was sleeping over Jamie's house, and there was no one else home at the time besides us. We where both going into the kitchen when we heard walking up the stairs. Jamie went up and checked both bedrooms for either a cat or the dog, but to her surprise she didn't find anything there. A little while later, I heard things in the basement. Now Jamie was freaked out and got out a rolling pin and opened the door. I grabbed the phone and said, "If you get killed, I'll call the cops." Jamie walked down the stairs as I stood at the top of the stairs with her dog. When she came back up she said, "There's nothing down there." Then we spent the rest of that day in the living room.

The Sweeping Spirits by W.W.R.
I had gone down to visit a friend who lives near the Pennsylvania border for Thanksgiving. We spent time with his family then did our rounds to his friends' houses. As the night seemed to fly by we ended up stopping at a farm house to visit some old friends of his. The house had been built in the early 1800s inhabited most of the time thereon and was being renovated. Both my friend and I, being of Pagan beliefs and having had contact with beings other than living, have dealt with "inhabited" houses in the past. So, being used to the feeling of an inhabited house I was shocked when we first entered the doorway - a wave of fear and wonder passed through me as all of the hair on my body stood straight up and I began to shiver uncontrollably. Once seated on the couch I felt better, but kept scanning the room for any visual presence, which I was deathly afraid of. We spent some time talking and my worry faded. Soon we had decided to stay the night. I was half intrigued and half fearful. There was surely something here and I did not want to come face to face with it. We settled down for the night, with Scott next to me on the bed. The house slowly went quiet and suddenly Scott spoke, scaring the hell out of me. I realized that once again I was freezing and shaking. Scott had asked if I was okay upon seeing the covers balled up in my fists. They knew we were there and that we could both sense them. This was the first time I new it was "they," not just one. The sound I had been hearing in the back of my brain since we had gotten there had finally identified itself. There were two very strong women and one fainter one downstairs sweeping the floors in the rooms where the construction was taking place. Scott asked me what was happening and I explained. After a moment of listening he seemed to hear them also. He suggested I communicate with them. I spoke out loud and said hello, to which they replied that it was good that we could sense each other. I knew they would not do anything to scare us. Soon I was in control of my shivers and a peace settled over me as I fell to sleep to the sound of brooms sweeping the floor.

The Face in the Picture by Wanda F.
Some years ago, I was attending a church that was going to join its sister church in Albany, New York for a conference. I was so excited about attending the conference, mainly because it was in a place I had never been before. The morning of my departure, I was dressing before a mirror when I looked and saw the face of a handsome young man inside a picture frame over my right shoulder! It was visible for what seemed to only be a matter of seconds, but it was long enough for me to take in every detail of the man's face -- and once I see someone's face, I don't forget it. I was scared out of my wits! I wasn't dreaming or hallucinating; I wasn't even thinking about a man, for that matter. Yet I saw this man's face as clearly as my own... and then it was gone. As quickly as it appeared, it disappeared and I saw nothing more than my own face once again. When I met my friends at the bus station, I didn't say anything about what I'd seen in the mirror, yet they sensed something was up. I was unusually quiet, they said. It was true - my mind was preoccupied with trying to understand who I saw in the mirror and why, and I kept my thoughts to myself because I didn't feel comfortable talking to the people I was with about what happened. After our group arrived in Albany, we were told who we were going to be staying with. A gentleman drove a couple of my girlfriends and me to the hosting family's house. I walked in and took a seat. I looked at the wall on my right and I thought I was going to faint! There was the picture of the man I had seen in my mirror at home - exact in every detail. I met him in person later that day. There was nothing particularly interesting about our meeting. He was an everyday person. I wondered to myself why I saw his face beforehand, but I just couldn't, and still can't find any explanation. So I've stopped looking for one. Instead, I just keep it quietly tucked away in my memory until someone with a listening ear and a mind that's open to the possibility that such things can and do happen comes along.

A Really Odd Halloween by Becky W.
I lived in Germany for two years, from 1963 to 1965, while my husband served there in the Army. My husband worked at a missile site in a small town about 25 U.S. miles from where we lived. He frequently had duty two and three days at a time and I would bundle the kids up and drive to the site for short visits. On Halloween in 1962, I drove the kids to visit their dad and had stayed a bit longer than usual. I was driving back home and was passing through a small, ancient town of Derlach. The streets were all cobblestone and the street lights were like those of centuries past. As I entered the town square, a large clock began chiming midnight. There was not another vehicle in sight except for a horse-drawn hearse coming from the opposite direction. The hearse had glass sides and a black-draped coffin could be seen inside. The driver was a man wearing a black cape-like coat and top hat, just like in the old scary movies. I'm sure my hair stood on end as the eeriness of the moment completely paralyzed me. I will not forget that experience as long as I live.

Did Jason Find the Light? by GinaBean28
While living in my boyfriend's mother's very old house, back in 1994, my boyfriend and I decided to make a Ouija board on the kitchen table. We waited for his mom to go to sleep (considering she freaked out over things like this), dimmed the lights, and used a wine glass to try to talk to spirits. After about a half hour of nothing, we were about to give up, when suddenly the wine glass moved. We both freaked out a little, but kept our hands on the glass. I said, "Is anyone there?" The glass moved to "yes" and then spelled out the name Jason. After asking several more questions, we found out we were speaking to a seven year old child, and that he was very scared. I had read a book that said to direct spirits into the light, so they could find peace. He kept spelling out "can't c" (exactly as that), until finally, he stopped talking to us. The rest of the night, my boyfriend and i could feel a presence in the room, like someone was watching us. The next morning, when we got up, his mother asked me, "Is your nephew here? I heard a child crying for his mommy." That night we tried to speak to Jason again, but to no avail. I like to think that he finally found the light, and found peace.

In the Cemetery by Shirley G.
My great grandmother was buried in a small cemetery just a few miles away from where I lived. I convinced my three sons to go with me to the cemetery and attempt to locate the gravesite. That particular day was very hot and we all wore shorts for our excursion. I took my camera along to take some snapshots of the gravesite. Shortly after arriving at the cemetery, we decided to split up. My oldest son, 15 years old, walked towards the back of the cemetery; while Matthew (13), Adam (10) and I started walking towards a big section of tombstones. As I walked through the rows, I got this strange feeling on my legs like I had just walked through a spider web. I brushed off my legs and continued walking. When I did locate my great grandmother's burial site, I felt like I just walked through a web again. I kept brushing my legs off, then realized I didn't have a spider web on them after all. What I was feeling was more like an energy charge of some sort. I took two pictures. After a while, two of my sons started to load up into the van to leave, when I walked a short distance away to look around. I was walking on a dirt path and came upon a beautiful tombstone for a young college student who had recently drowned. Again, I got the strange electricity feeling on my legs. As I stood there, and was reading the inscription on it, I heard running footsteps on the dirt path right behind me. When I turned around expecting to see one of my boys right behind me, there was no one. Two boys were in the van. My oldest was still in the back section of the cemetery, when he called out to me. I walked over to him. He had this look of fear on his face. I asked him what was wrong, and he told me to look at his legs. The hair on his legs was standing up. I asked him what he was feeling, and he said it feels like electricity on his legs. As we drove home, I explained to him the running footsteps right behind me and he proceeded to tell me about him hearing faint laughter of children. When I had the pictures developed, and after inspecting them closely, I found what appeared to be two faces in the picture just above the tombstone. What was even stranger was one of the faces appeared to be that of my uncle who died when I was about 9 - 10 years old. The second face in the photo was that of a woman who wore her hair pulled back from her face. I found that really strange, because you see, my grandmother always wore her hair pulled back tightly into a bun.

The Spirit in the Cupboard by Patricia C.
I purchased a house built in the 1930s. It had originally been only four rooms with three additional rooms added on at some later date. A built-in cupboard was located in the bedroom of the original part of the house. From the moment I moved in, that cupboard had a very musty and ancient smell. I painted it, bleached it, deodorized it and anything else I could think of doing. The strange odor would not go away. In addition to the odor, one of the doors would not stay closed. I sanded the edge smooth, repainted it, changed the hardware, and still, every time I came in the room the door would be open. That room later became my infant son's bedroom. Aside from the strange odor and the open door, nothing else had ever happened - until my son was about three years old. After bedtime one evening, he was in his room when a very frightening apparition appeared to him. I heard movement in his room and was just about to tell him to get back into bed when he came out of his room shaking with a look of fright on his face I had never seen before. His room was very cold, even though the furnace was on and his room was normally quite warm. He ran to me and told me there was a big black thing with red glowing eyes that had chased him around his room. His fright carried over to me and we sat on the couch holding each other, shaking with fear. My eyes stared toward the bedroom door just waiting for the "thing" to emerge. As I sat wondering what to do, I remembered an aunt who had been holding spiritualism classes. I called her and told her what had just happened. From my description, she told me that the cupboard was being used by an evil spirit as a portal and it needed to be closed. She assured me that the problem would be taken care of and she would send us some "protection." My son and I slept fitfully on the couch that night, each of us taking comfort from each other's presence. The next day, I went into his bedroom. Even though it was light out, I still did so with a strong sense of foreboding. I walked over to the cupboard and fully opened the door that would not stay closed and was surprised to find a fresh-smelling cupboard - the odor was gone. Another surprise was the door now latched and stayed shut. Whatever had been inhabiting the cupboard was now gone. I was never quite sure what happened that night, but I know the feelings of danger and fear were very real.