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I have not slept at night for close to a month now. I have a nine-year-old son who suddenly will not be left alone in the dark. He especially will not go down the hallway in our house alone. He finally admitted to me that he sees "white things" in the hall. I tried to explain to him that it was probably just his eyes playing tricks on him, as in looking from a light into darkness. The old flashing camera trick. He wasn't buying it, but it did seem to give him a little comfort. But nothing has changed. He is terrified to go anywhere in this house alone and especially at night. Needless to say, we sleep in the day and stay up all night. Now, on to the weird part. I would put this off as child imaginings if I had not been seeing the exact same things for the past eight years. Of course, I didn't say anything to him about this. I finally told my husband this morning. He is freaked. He talked to our son and even got him to draw a picture of what he sees. I had never told my husband of my "sightings" because, frankly, I thought it was just me. I can't stress enough that I have never felt threatened in anyway, just highly annoyed. I get tired of being stared at all the time. I have never tried to speak to one of "them," but we have held "staring contests." The only one I have the contests with is black. The three of four white ones are floaty. My son has only seen the white ones and is terrified of the big one. I confirmed to my husband that, yes, there is a big one with two or three little ones. My husband wants to sell the house immediately and is not happy with me for keeping something like this to myself for all these years.
- R. Wilson
|One very early morning about 4 a.m., I was awakened by the blankets being lifted off of me at least three to four feet. This frightened me and also made me angry. I yelled, "I know you're here for whatever reason, but I won't tolerate being touched! Don't do that!"|
Ghost Makes Her Presence Known
A house that I lived in for about a year was haunted by Gladys, the lady that had passed away just before I moved in. She had lived in the house for almost 40 years and had raised two children in the house as a single parent. This information was passed to me by the realtor who helped us buy the house. When we first moved in (my two teenage children and I), the first night I felt a pressure at the foot of my bed and an uncomfortable presence. It was a feeling like I was not welcome there. I attributed this to my own reaction to a new home, new situation and the stress of moving. I loved the house; it had been well taken care of and many of the previous owner's possessions had been left in the house. They had an estate sale and most of her possessions had been sold. I started to realize that Gladys didn't like me in "her home" at first. I felt she was angry at me and didn't want me there. I think it was because she was confused. My daughter and I both would feel air movement close to our faces, or a tap on the shoulder to turn around and no one would be there. Almost daily the television would turn itself on or off or the channel would change by itself. My daughter would hear loud pounding noises that went on for long periods of time in the late night hours. My alarm clock would advance time often. I would reset it, then it would happen again, once by more than an hour. I went into the kitchen after getting ready for work one morning to find I was more than an hour early. (I have used the same alarm clock since we moved from that house and it has worked perfectly. Not once since moving has it advanced itself.) I read in bed each night before falling asleep. Each night I would turn off the lamp, and within minutes, just as I was falling asleep, my lamp shade would make loud crackling sounds, sometimes for over 10 minutes. I thought it might be the heat from the light while it was cooling, so I tried an experiment and used the ceiling light rather than the lamp and it still happened the same way - the lamp shade would still make the crackling noise, sometimes very loudly for longer periods of time, and it happened each night. One very early morning about 4 a.m., I was awakened by the blankets being lifted off of me at least three to four feet. This frightened me and also made me angry. I yelled, "I know you're here for whatever reason, but I won't tolerate being touched! Don't do that!" And the covers fell back onto me and that never did happen again. I know it was Gladys, and I felt that maybe she didn't know she was dead and that I was in her space. At first she was angry with me, but then decided that I was okay. At this point she was then content just to remind me she was there. I took very good care of "her home," so she wasn't angry at me any longer.
- Vicky H.
This story is true and happened to me about 10 years ago in north central Arkansas, approximately three miles northwest of the town of Bradford. It was approximately 3 a.m. and I was working the night shift. On my way home, my car broke down on the interstate. My grandmother lived close by, so I decided to walk to her house and call my wife. About a mile from my grandmother's house, I had to walk past the house of an old man who had several dogs. I decided to turn out my flashlight and walk in the sandy ditch to keep from alarming the dogs. After passing the house, I left the light out until I started into the hollow (holler, if you're from Arkansas). After turning on the light, I walked through the hollow, and while coming up the other side I heard something that sounded like a witch laughing or cackling, except it sounded like it was on a megaphone, extremely loud. The old man's dogs started going crazy. After getting over the initial shock, I decided to turn off my light and get out my pistol (which I always carry in my vehicle). As I walked, I could hear something behind me, somewhere on the gravel road, but I would stop and turn on my flashlight and not see anything. I made it up to my grandmother's driveway and saw her looking out the window at me. When I got to her door, she asked me if I had been around back beating on her back door. I told her no and that she had watched me walk up. She said someone had been beating on the door on the second floor. Knowing that there was no way to get up there, because the deck had rotted the year before and had to be removed, I told her that I would have a look. I went around the house and there were no footprints in the dew, and no way to get to the second floor - no trees, nothing. Instead of having my wife drive over there alone, I called her and told her that the car broke down and I was spending the night. I was raised in the woods and have spent many, many hours in the woods at night by myself, and I have never heard anything like I heard that night. I have never heard it again, but years later, while on the subject of ghosts, my aunt told me that two of my uncles heard the same thing while building the house that my grandmother lives in. I spent one week every year deer hunting this place and always camp on my grandmother's land, but I always take someone with me; I never go alone. To this day, I have spent many nights out there, but never alone. I'm not trying to imply that it was a witch, but I don't know of anything else it could be.
- Paul H.
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