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Lost City of Z

Search for the lost city Z and the disappearance of Percy Fawcett

-By Hollis-

In 1920, a visitor to the national library of Brazil in Rio de Janeiro found a parchment that piqued his interest. The parchment was about an 11-year journey through the jungle of Mato Grosso.

On a cliff in the forest, Portuguese explorers discovered a staircase cut into stone, to a portal made of rock. Going past this they discovered a lost city built in an ancient Greek style. Text of an unknown language decorated the gateway, copied in the parchment.

This sounded true to Colonel Percy Fawcett, a military engineer who had searched for lost cities in South America and Ceylon. A few years back, he had done a 3-year survey of “a long and excessively unhealthy sector of the Brazilian-Bolivian frontier,” as he called it, making the first real boundary in the disputed area.

He thought he knew the location of the aforementioned lost city, which he called Z, from other sources he wouldn’t give. So later that year, he set off on a journey which ended up being stopped prematurely by his traveling companions, who where, bluntly, too scared to go any further.

In 1925, Fawcett decided he would try again to reach Z, financed by the Royal Geographical Society and newspaper companies interested to publish his story. April 20th, he set out for the lost city and brought along his son, a friend of his son’s, and two Indians, following a route he did not tell to anyone.

In November, a message written on May 30th brought by his two guides reached Rio de Janeiro. It read “You need have no fear of failure,” and he never sent any more notes.

Due to the difficulty of communicating from jungles, the first search party was sent in 1928. They found a trunk they thought was Fawcett’s and were told that natives killed Fawcett’s group. Indians drove them out of the forest before they could confirm this. Fawcett became a mystery.

In 1930, reporter Albert de Winton tried to find him, but he disappeared as well. A year later, trapper Stefan Rattin reported seeing an old Englishman as a nicely cared for prisoner in a group of Indians. He had not given his name, but it raised hopes of Fawcett being found. But when Rattin returned with two others to rescue Fawcett, they disappeared. Bones found in 1950 identified as Fawcett’s have not matched any of the descriptions of the three in Fawcett’s group.

On a few side notes, There have been reports of white-skinned, blue-eyed Indians thought to be offspring of Fawcett’s son. It’s also been said that his route was made up and he tried going to Z using a different route. Some Brazilian cults say he survived and found the city, and lives on there.

Link:
www.phfawcettsweb.org – Site about Fawcett, on the “He lived” side

Short (but true) Stories, Page 10

From: Agalantine1@aol.com
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Friday, June 21, 2002 2:53 PM

Hi this is a true story which happened to me last year. I am a 23 year old from Manchester in England and have recently gained a Bachelors degree from the university of Leeds. Whilst at home in my old bedroom during the easter holidays from University, i was in that half asleep half dreaming state which occurrs just before you dooze off to sleep, when i heard what can only be described as loud church bells chiming that funeral march tune(There is no church near my house!) being half asl e ep i rationalised what i had heard as part of a dream and though perturbed continued to lie in bed, though now very much awake. Shortly after however and even louder(really very loud) than the bells i heard the sound of a baby crying, now seriously freaked out i ran to the hallway, where i met my sister who had heard the same thing and was crying and shaking. We rushed into my parents room however they had heard nothing. Eventually me and my sister got back to sleep and the event became one o f those story’s you tell your friends, however 3 months later my mum announced at 48 she was pregnant, was my little brother Steven announcing his unexpected arrival in style?

From: LizzyHowes14@hotmail.com
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Tuesday, April 16, 2002 7:01 PM

story: Hi I’m Lizzy and this is a story that happened to my mother and I. Okay, This happened when my Mom, Dad and me (I was only a baby) were visiting my Oma and Opa on my Dad’s side of the family. It was night and my Mom was sleeping in my Dad’s old bedroom while I was in a bundle of clothes on the floor. As my mother told me she suddenly woke up in the night and felt like she was being watched so she sat up and saw a pale figure of a girl wearing a puffy white night-dress and long blond hai r standing at the end of her bed. The figure just stood there staring at her and then looked over at me before disappering. The next day my Mom told my Dad what happened. He said that recently his little 5-year-old sister had been hit by a car and died immediatly. Since she hadn’t lived long enough to see me I have always thought that she wanted to see what her new neice looked like. I swear on my life that this is a true story and I hope it wasn’t too boring for you to read.

Yours Truely,
Lizzy

From: Anonymous
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Tuesday, April 16, 2002 3:55 PM

A friend of mine is a vetrinary technician and has worked in numerous vet clincs over the years. There was one place that was strange though. All the techs at this one clinic would have a frightening dream about being chased through the clinic by “something” at one time or another. My friend had told me this and I asked if she had ever had this dream and she said no, not yet. I would often go with her when she had to take care of the animals over weekends or holidays and help out. O ne night it was my turn…

It was a clear dream and everything appeared real. I found myself running through the clinic with the feeling that there was something behind me, just beyond my sight, and that this entity didn’t want me there. I also think it enjoyed the chase because I was somehow in it’s place/frame or more closer to its existance where it could reach me. I was overwhelmed with fear, but I remember wondering why this was happening to me because I didn’t work there. I remember stopping just before I got t o the kennel room, turning around, and yelling out “Hey I don’t work here!” Suddenly I was awake, like someone had flipped a switch and I never had that dream again. This place had a higher number of deaths associated with surgeries than any other clinic my friend had worked at. They also had problems with some of their equipment turning on and off, batteries draining, tools missing that sort of thing. Anyway, the owner sold the place and it is now an eye clinic. I have often wondered if an y of those people had strange dreams.

Pat

From: Anonymous
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Thursday, April 18, 2002 7:28 AM

i haven’t told anyone this before because i didn’t want to bring it up again so..

i was at my grandmothers house and my sister and my cousin were sleeping in the living room. i could’nt get to sleep so i just lay there for a long time.i started to doze off .The living room was next door to the kitchen and on the counter there was a cutting board ,all of a sudden i heard like finger nails tapping on the bread board really loudly i looked up and i saw a shadow in the kitchen it was really dark so i didn’t know who it was.

i got up and turned the light on and their was no one there and i got freaked out so i just went to bed trying not to think about it. in the morning i had asked my grandparents and my parents if they had been up out night and they all said they didn’t get up at that time.

i don’t know who owned the house before my grandparents moved in but i don’t know what happend or who it was.

From: flashdog4@hotmail.com
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Saturday, April 20, 2002 6:42 PM

One morning when I was going to work. I was waiting for a school bus to make a left turn. When I noticed there was a little boy looking at me from the window of the school bus.After passing the school bus it came to me, the little boy looking at me was my little brother that died when he was ten years old!He died thirty-five years ago. I t was scarry but in a way made me feel good!

From: Anonymous
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Friday, April 19, 2002 5:07 PM

It was a Tuesday morning and got up to get ready for school. As I headed into the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice, I heard a very clear and very distinctive babies cry. It sounded like it was coming from behind our sink. I ran to my mom and said ” Mom, I just heard a baby cry!” Naturally, she didn’t believe me. Our house is new but people lived on our property before us. Way, WAY back in like the 1800’s. It’s been almost a year now and I still don’t know what it was. Sometimes, w h en I sleep, I can still hear the baby cry. If any of you have ideas of what the cry misht have been, PLEASE e-mail me at ladybugkrg@yahoo.com THANKS.

From: VidelGurl16@hotmail.com
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Monday, April 22, 2002 3:32 PM

This is kind of a short story, but it is true. I was coming home from church one day, and the road we (my mother, sister and I) normally travel was blocked by a recent “up-grade” to the road. We took the next road and got onto the normal course we took home. As we passed by a condo(minium), I happened to look over at the drive way to see a woman in overalls staring at the ground. She didn’t look anywhere but down. She was also wearing a bright shirt underneath the overalls. The car passed by a tree, blocking my view of her. After the tree moved, the woman was gone. I still believe that it was some sort of ghost, even though she was opaque, (not letting any light pass through)like humans are. E-mail me if you’ve seen this “young woman” in overalls and a bright shirt before. I’d really like to hear your story!

From: Anonymous
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Monday, April 22, 2002 2:05 PM

My old house…

This story takes place in Ontario. Me and my parents used to live in an older house. We had lived there ever sence I can remember. As I got older aroudn 7 and 8 I started havign many experiences. I used to have many dreams (nightmares). Almost all of them had to do with the house (this being before I had even seen a horror movie). Like for example: something that looked like my mother but wasn’t and dolls with moving eye’s. On one occasion (when i was awake) at about 12 a.m. I was layign on my bed with a tooth ache. I looked out in to the very dark hall and I saw three things float in to my room. They had dark robes and faces that looked like white plates. All in a row they stood infount of my open door. Just looking. Then they went away. I was so scared I didn’t know what to do. I have man many more experiences but I can not remember them all. They happened when I was very young.

The funny thing is that after we moved to another house on the other side of town The bad dreams stopped and I NEVER had any problems again. I have only once since we moved been back to that house. I heard that the new people who moved in had some of the same stuff happen but no one believe’s me or them.

I never tried to envestigate what might have happened there

From: Anonymous
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Friday, June 21, 2002 2:36 PM

One night I was sitting in the study about 8.00pm I heard my mom talking on the phone.She later informed me that my father who had that week been ill in hospital had died.

Exactly a month later when I was sitting in my study at exactly 8.00pm I saw a shadow go accross the wall. The strange thing was that it looked the same as my fathers shaddow, same build and everything.

Exactly one year later and the last of the paper work from my fathers death had been sorted out and that night as I lay in bad I heard my fathers whisper in my ear “Everythings going to be alright now” and that is the last I ever heard of him.I some how feel now that I am always being cared for and that goasts are maybe just there to reasure us in time of need.

From: Anonymous
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Friday, June 21, 2002 3:56 PM

A few weeks ago, I slept round at my friends house. I have always thought her house curious, and on several occasions, have seen a black figure. The first time I saw the figure, was when I came to call for her, to walk to school. I was also with another friend. I went inside, and stood at the bottom of the stair way, waiting for my friend to come out of the bathroom.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a black shape, move across the living room, which is close to the foot of the stairs. I looked at My friend.

“Did you see that?!” she said I told her exactly what I had seen, and it matched what she had seen too. When my friend came down the stairs, we told her what we had seen, but, being a strong character, she refused to beleive it.

Anyway, back to when I slept at her house. We had got my quilt and sleeping-bag sorted, and we were just about to go to sleep. I was awaken, when the light in her room, switched on by itself. I started panaking, and woke my friend. We decided to sleep in the room downstairs, in the double bed.

In the morning, we woke up, to have my friends dad hand us a cup of tea. And then he went downstairs. We were talking about what happened that evening with the light switch, when Emma said- “Dad, can I have some sugar in my tea?.. dad?” I told my friend that he had gone downstairs, and her face went pale. “I didnt do that on purpose! I swear I thought it was my dad! I saw him move across the landing”. But he was downstairs. She described him just like the figure I had seen on that morning when I called for her. It is very strange, the dark figure is only seen when I am in her house…

From: asthomson@aol.com
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Friday, June 21, 2002 6:11 PM

When I was about 8 or so (around 1970) my mum, dad and I went on holiday to Hastings. We had a great deal of trouble finding somewhere to stay – dad never booked ahead – and after spending 1 night in the car, we managed to get a room in a B&B above a souvenir shop. Being an inquisitive child, I searched the room high and low and checked under hte bed for monsters. The first night was incident free, but on the second, I found a small teddy peeking out from inder the bed. I took it to b ed with me that night. During the night, I had a very disturbing nightmare about an old woman in a black cloak coming and trying to steal me away out the window. My mum and dad woke up having had a dream about someone trying to take me away. The rest of the night they couldn’t sleep because of the sound of someone being violently sick. At breakfast the nest morning, they asked who had been ill the night beofre. No one owned up to being responsible for the noise. Dad then asked the landlor d if the teddy belonged to the child who had the room before, only to be told that there had been no children in that room for weeks. We left for Glasgow that day, and we didn’t take the teddy with us.

From: Jayde7@aol.com
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Saturday, June 22, 2002 1:52 PM

I read the story “baby dream” and it made me think of something that happened to me. This may sound alot like the story, but I swear it is true. When I was pregnant with my son, we were very poor. We lived with my husband’s parents, and my mother in law and I fought almost constantly. In fact, she pushed me once while I was at least 8 months along, and I fell over a chair. I had bruises. I was depressed and lost hope, and thought about putting my baby up for adoption. I already had a daughter, and was not happy with the life she had. I wanted her to have better. Well, that night I dreamed that I had, in fact, put my son up for a d option. I resented my husband, for I blamed him for the circumstances that led me to make my decision, so I left home and my daughter and I went to a shelter. I must have befriended my son’s new parents, because they let me keep him from time to time. I remember holding him and crying when I saw them pull up to pick him up. They were in a red Jeep Cherokee. I composed myself and returned him, but as I watched them drive away, I broke down, saying over and over that I wanted my baby back. Well, that was enough for me. I knew I definately did not want to give my child up, and no matter what happened, we would be happy together. I didn’t realize it until months later, but looking at pictures of him when he was 2 months old, I realized he looked exactly like the baby in the dream. No one believes me. They shrug it off as a coincedence, but I just know.

From: Patitocat@aol.com
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: ghost story
Date: Monday, February 24, 2003 5:51 PM

I swear to God this is true!

i was on aol and i put on my away message for a few minutes while i helped my mom do something. As soon as I was done, I walked back to the third floor and walked into the computer room. my room is right down the hall. as I sat down, was getting ready to turn off my away message when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. They then made their way in the direction of my room. i heard my door open. I thought it was just my mom checking whether my room was clean or not. I went in there and there was of course no one there. i called for my mom and she said she had been on the first florr and hadn’t left there since she got home. It really freaked me out.

Now, my house turned 100 this year (2003) so that explains this story two ways:1. the old house made noises, but how did the door open? 2. there was a ghost or something like that that walked up the steps and into my room.

thanks for reading my story. It helps a lot to tell people about this because it scared me a lot.

From: Anonymous
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: True Ghost Story
Date: Saturday, October 11, 2003 6:05 PM

First of all, don’t put my e-mail address on the site. I wish to be unknown still. I shall call myself C.S.K.

Title & Subject:Individual Hauntings

Story: I am not going to use real ppl or ages in this story to keep me and my friends safe.

I’m 17. I have had some weird experiences with ghosts in my life, and they’ve been bugging me and I hate it. So I’m gonna tell you about them.

Friends: Pinky & Mystical Mischief
Me: Crystal

A couple years ago, truthfully I was 4, I was left alone while watching the Lion King in our old den. My brother had shut the door tightly. I swear. I was in the scene with Scar and the hyenas when the doorknob turns and the door opens. Nobody is there. I get creeped out cause it’s the middle of summer, the air conditioning’s off, and I feel like it’s the middle of winter. So I run out crying for mom. She tells me it was probably a wind from a closing door down the hall. But how can a closing door wind open a CLOSED DOOR?

Fast forward to when I’m 8 years old. My mom and I are alone in our house. No dad or brothers. We’re both downstairs and it’s about noon. I am watching a couple movies (Mary Poppins!) and my mom is in the living room, alone without any noise. I get up, leaving the TV on, and walk in. I sit down next to her and we start talking. The TV turns off and Cuban Music turns on. I didn’t have one of the remotes for either one. And there was no power surge. I turn the Cuban Music off, and the TV turns itself back on. Freaky!

2 years later to when I’m 10. Then I realized there was a ghost in our house (with persuasion from Pinky and MM) and when I was 9 we talked at a Cici’s Pizza about the ghosts haunting us. Pinky has a ghost named Tom who haunts her house and died in a car crash at age 16. MM has a little kid she saw die. I have my little friend from above, who I have seen now, and I have named her Shihatsu.In the middle of that conversation a strong breeze, just breeze, comes in even though there are no windows open and nobody opened a door. I think it was her Shihatsu. Her name came from a character I made up. It’s one of my comic book characters and I made the character look like her. Yes it’s a she. She hasn’t done any damage, exept freak our dog out a lot more than usual, so I don’t bring her up much. Other things happened after those 3 things I put above, but they’re not worht telling.

From: “Nikki Goodson” (bombshellsandwich@hotmail.com)
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Shadow Man (2)
Date: Saturday, October 11, 2003 6:12 PM

I was in my backyard just having a ciggarette, and i looked toward the back of our garage (detached form the rest of the house), and i felt someone watching me. Then i saw a 3-D shadowy figure in the shape of a tall man come from behind our garge. It walked along the side of our fence and walking right trhough the fence! The fence wasnt even open., it just went right through. I ran upstairs to get my gun, i had no clue what it was or if it would try to do anything to hurt my family. If anyone can tell us about this shadow figure i’d appreciate it. Please email bombshellsandwich@hotmail.com or trecool5150@hotmail.com, thank you. -C.B.

From: SHOTPROOF@aol.com
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Re : Deceased mother ?
Date: Thursday, November 06, 2003 8:09 AM

This is only one story of my Mom coming back after she passed away. This is the latest… I always get up early, make my coffee, get online and have some “quiet time”. I don’t smoke inside the house and usually go to the back deck after I have had my first cup of coffee for a cigarette. I was coming back in after my smoke and caught an aroma of my Mom’s perfume. It smelled like rosebuds. It was a very strong scent. I thought to myself… “Mom, you’re back again aren’t you ? ” (since this is not the first time she has “been around” since her death) I then poured myself another cup of coffee, came back to my laptop only to find that I had been booted. MY laptop NEVER shuts down from AOL. I looked at the screen and saw an earlier email from my cousin whom my Mom just adored. The email was dated the SAME DAY my Mom died 2 years ago. Since I didn’t have anything to do with opening that particular email I knew Mom had been around… again. I have several more stories to share about her presence after her death that I will email at a later date.

From: “Kity” juggalette@charter.net
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Story
Date: Tuesday, November 12, 2002 1:32 PM

I’ve been reading all the stories and decided that I’d submit this story. It is true and just happened yesterday!

I got up at 7:30am to get ready to go to work. Once I was dressed and everything, I went to the kitchen to get breakfast and was standing in front of the refrigerator with the door open. As I was standing there looking at the ingredients on a jar, I felt like someone was there with me. I turned to see what or who was there and I saw a older woman’s face very close to my face. It was only her face. There has never been a woman to live in the house that’s not still alive. Her face was very stern…noone’s face that I’ve ever seen before. Just kind of freaked me out!

Other strange things happen in that house, but they always involve a man. He is more than likely mt fiance’s grandfather who used to live there but past away 4 years ago. He did not die in our house, but he did build the house himself, so he probably wants to stick around because of the memory of that house.

As for the woman….we have no idea!

From: Robsguitarz2003@aol.com
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: musical ghost
Date: Sunday, March 02, 2003 10:16 PM

About 1995 or so i was sharing an apartment with several friends. chris and I shared the finished attic as a bedroom and music rehersal room. The attic was large and had two beds a drum kit, guitars, and amps. The room generally had a lot of activity as one would imagine. The house was a very old victorian and had a lot of people pass through it over the years. We had not had any strange experiences in the year we had lived there but the former tenants who were friends of mine reported that they sometimes felt uncomfortable at night.

One night I went up to the attic to practice on the bass guitar by myself as my roommates were downstairs. Since we had been playing earlier that day the first thing I did was to turn the volume knob on the amp down to level three, since turning on the power with the volume up on ten causes a loud, static noise. I began to play and really jam out for about fifteen minutes or so when all of a sudden the volume got so loud it almost blew my eardrums out. I was completely starteled and figured that I must have blown the amp out or maybe one of the bass guitars pickups. However when I looked at the amplifier I noticed that the volume knob was turned to level ten!!! I was frozen in my tracks for what seemed like five minutes, I was shaking and could feel all my body hair standing on end. I turned of the amp and went downstairs were my roommates asked if I had just seen a ghost. I said no but I think there is one up there.

From: sandsurfer69@hotmail.com
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: please make sure you put my correct mail address on the page. thanks
Date: Thursday, June 20, 2002 4:25 AM

This happened about 3 days ago, im writing this Thursday, June 30. It was about 3:00 PM and we were visiting my moms friend. It was sunny out, a regular day as far as the desert is concerned. Her house is in a mess and she has some dome shaped spider webs by her bed(domed as in going up, there is no wind or current in the room, just spider webs doming up, a rather scary house. Well i was getting tired so i decided to take a nap. I asked her if i could sleep in one of the rooms in her house, she said yes and told me to go to the first room on the right. i walk in and it is messy as the rest of the house is, but this room has almost an aura of spook to it. In it there appears to be a shrine with some Buddhist pictures, one of the current dhali lama and one of the past one( sorry if i misspelled that). Some of you may know what im talking about but those who don’t imagine, there were some other pictures of some other people. As i looked at the pictures i had the feeling that the people were not around anymore ( as in deceased). well after looking around for a bit, i lay down to sleep. after sleeping for a while i woke up and i realized that the room had grown noticeably colder(she has no air conditioning) after i noticed that i felt a sharp blow to my stomach. i look around rather scared and there was nothing there anywhere. I have no medical problems that might cause this and i don’t believe that anything popped as i would have noticed by now. I have had some other ghost experiences before. when i lived in oceanside, by escondido, in California, there was an old lady ghost who lived in my room she was friendly. she liked to open my window. now to give that story a little bit of credit the window was one of those with a bolt, and if anyone can explain to me how that kind of window can come unbolted in the middle of the night by its self id like to hear it. well im not sure what to think about the phantom kicker id appreciate any sincere replys about it. my e-mail is sandsufer69@hotmail.com

From: Anonymous
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Friday, June 21, 2002 7:39 AM

Wen i was younger i never liked the dark but my parents made me turn my light off anyway. i had one brother, he was younger than me. My mum put me to bed one night and left my door slightly open. I had an old wooden bed where you could see through the gap in the headboard. I was asleep for ages and then i woke up. I reached onto the floor to get my juice cup and as i came back up i peered through the gap in my headboard. I noticed that my door was open more and as i looked harder, there was a short figure standing looking at me. it was too short to be my mum and my brother was in his cot. it sounds stupid i know but it kinda looked a bit like bart simpson. it just wouldnt stop staring at me and it was grinning. i began to think that it was a ghost. i was to afraid to move so i just shut my eyes and fell asleep. Another night i needed the loo so i went. i’d had an awful lot to drink and i think i got out of bed about 4 times to go across the landing to the bathroom. i needed to go again so i got out of bed and began walking across the landing but i stopped still. there was someone or something stood at the top of the stairs. it looked dark and it looked as if it was bald but it really scared me so i quickly backed off to my room. i never believed in ghosts but sumtimes now i still worry at night!

From: Meiling (tanmeiling88@hotmail.com)
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: The 13th Soldier
Date: Tuesday, October 16, 2001 11:04 AM

Name: Meiling
E-mail: tan_meiling50@hotmail.com

Story:

This is a story I heard from one of my ex-teachers a long time ago.

The army I knew in Singapore always had training sessions where they had to hike up rather steep mountains within a given time. One time, thirteen soldiers and their team seargent were doing their routine training session hiking up the mountain. While hiking up the mountain, one of the soldiers drowned in deep mud. He tried to call out for help but the others did not hear him because they were hiking at a rather fast rate and by the time he had drowned, they were almost at the top. At the top, the seargent took roll and all the soldiers had to line up according to their assigned numbers. “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12…” One by one the soldiers called out, but there was no 13 because that soldier had drowned. They searched for the soldier but never found his body. To this day, everytime there are 12 soldiers doing their usual hike up the mountain, the ghost of the 13th soldier always seems to be there for roll call, yelling out: “13” after the 12th soldier.

To: stories@ghosts.org
Date: Saturday, October 13, 2001 10:45 AM
yourname Malia
email fmalia@hotmail.com

Well, this happened about a month ago. I went to a family reunion in the canyon with my parents and everyone was having a great time talking and socializing. While sitting in a camping chair, I remember seeing something white in my corner of my eye. When I looked over, I seriously saw a small girl. She had brown hair, and she was wearing a small white ruffly dress. I asked my mother(she was sitting by me), who the little girl was. There were alot of children there, so it was sort of confusing. I told my mom what she looked like, but my mom hadn’t even seen her! It was really strange. At first I was worried I was just seeing things, but I saw her again!

Please feel welcome to e-mail me, and talk about it.

Malia

Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2000 16:36:18 -0700 (PDT)
To: stories@ghosts.org
yourname Ashley Allen
email lilsexy13@hotmail.com
Location: Sidnaw, Michigan, USA

Well I live in a quiet little town up in the Upper Peninsula in Michigan. And if any of you know, alot of things happen up here. Well I am talking about a little town called Sidnaw, Michigan.

When I was 12 years old my parents got divorced and my dad moved into Sidnaw. Which was just a few miles away from where I live with my mom. I would visit him every weekend. And most school nights I would stay with him. I realized there was something wrong with the house when most of my things seemed to be misplaced. But they would always turn up in the oddest places. And weird things too, like my shirts or my knee brace for basketball. And my candles and lighter would disappear often. One night my friend and I were laying on the floor in my room after we had gotten home from a friends house. It was about 3 in the morning and my dad was up the road at the bar. I have a black shade over my window and there were no lights on in the house. And there are no street lights either. But anyway, we were laying there and I was almost asleep and she grabbed my arm and whispered “look in the corner” yeah like I could see anything it was pitch black out I thought. I opened my eyes and there was a white glowing thing in the corner of my room hovering over my bed. Now I was scared. And as we watched it, it moved down the wall and went behind the bed and underneath it. It stayed underneath my bed and cast a weird glowing light. It then proceeded to go to down by our feet. Which were not covered with any blankets. There was a cold feeling in our feet like someone had opened a window. We quickly stood up and grabbed a blanket. We ran out the front door and started walking up the road to go get my dad. And as luck would have it, we met him a couple blocks up. We told him the story and he went up into my room and told us we were both nuts and told us to go to bed. Needless to say we weren’t going to be getting any sleep that night. So we stayed up all night and watched T.V. And I don’t have that room anymore, I traded my brother for it.

Ashley Allen

Date: Fri, 28 Apr 2000 17:22:36 -0700 (PDT)
To: stories@ghosts.org
yourname Daniele
email BxPrincess4Eva14@aol.com
Location: Indeterminate

the story i’m about to tell may strike some of you as petty or not scary because i know that you probably seen worse. but this is the first ghost experience i ever had living in the 11 years i’ve been living here.

It was the night of April 26, 2000. It was at least 12:30 in the morning and everyone was asleep but me. I was sitting in my livingroom witht the door about 5 inches opened. I was getting pretty bored so I decided to turn the TV on. When the show I watched got to boring for me, I decided to read a book. As I read something told me to look up. When I did, to my suprise, I saw a child around the age of 6 or 7 run by the doorway. I woke my mother up and told her what happened. From what I remember it looked like a little girl running into the bathroom with shoulder length hair. The 2 most distinctive parts I remember was the color of the shirt (half white and half red) and it was a fuzzy kind of see through. While speaking to my mother, she told she seen a little boy stare at her while she ate. As we spoke my sister (who was half awake and half asleep) and mother stood in the place where I saw the child run. They said they were freezing. I was a little shocked by that because not only was the heat on but when I stood in the spot I felt fine. Just a month before we started smelling cigarette smoke meanwhile no one was smoking.

Could it be that a family of children died in my apartment and are trying to tell me something? How come it only appeared to me and my mom? And does the color of the shirt symbolize anything? If anyone can help me with these questions feel free to send me an e-mail.

Date: Sun, 30 Apr 2000 16:03:10 -0700 (PDT)
To: stories@ghosts.org
address anonymous

When I was thirteen or fourteen years old, my older sister and I were in my bedroom trying to sleep (she was watching the series Kolchak the Night Stalker and was freaked) anyway, about 2:30 AM we both woke up when we heard a little girl running up and down the hallway. All we heard was running footsteps and giggling. When I opened the door, noone was there so we went in and asked my mother about it and she said to go back to sleep that it was only Shelly, our six year old cousin.

In the morning when we got up, our mother was in the kitchen and we asked where Shell was. She looked at us funny and said Shells not here what are you talking about? When I told her that we woke her up because of the running and giggling and she told us it was her my mom looked kind of strange and said she had no idea what we were talking about.

Two weeks later I saw my grandfather and told him about it. He looked kind of sad and said it was Shelly, however it was our Aunt Shelly who died in the house when she was four years old. Apparently she was running in the upstaires hallway and fell down the steps and broke her neck. The weird thing about this is, we never knew that we had an aunt named Shelly, my father never spoke about her, and everyone just kind of kept a secret about the way she died and the fact that she ever was!

Date: Tue, 9 May 2000 11:40:02 -0700 (PDT)
To: stories@ghosts.org
address anonymous
Location: Cambridge, Ontario, Canada

Near my house in Cambridge Ontario there is an old building called Preston Springs. It at one point was a hotel, and most recently was an old folks home, that being about 20 years ago. Late one night as I was walking past it from a friends house I looked up into the high windows of the building only to see an unmistakeable face looking down on me. Notably shaken I closed my eyes and looked back to see the face gone, I decided I had just let my imagination play tricks on me and blew the idea off. A few weeks later around the same time of night I again found myself walking near the old abandoned building to see lights flickering off rapidly throughout the rooms, which is odd because there isn’t any power reaching the regions that the light was in. People who live in the houses around the old hotel have also said to see ghastly figures walking along the stairwells only to disappear once they reach the doorways.

With a few friends I decided to explore the old place myself to see if it was just a bunch of pranks and people with overactive imaginations. We got in through a window near the roof, which, yes is trespassing but I just had to see for myself. I felt a strange sense of dread when I first entered the building, but I had my friends with me making it more copeable. In the main lobby there is a smashed piano, and as dumb as it sounds I swore I heard sound coming from it, as if it were being played. The entire atmosphere of the hotel is a haunting one, chilling. Through the halls doors can be heard shutting, sometimes even slamming loudly. The windows can often be one mintue closed, and the next be found open. I don’t think I’ll ever go back in that hotel.

Date: Wed, 21 Jul 1999 17:56:47 -0700 (PDT)
To: stories@ghosts.org
yourname Bob
email Rob8729@Aol.com
Location: Walnut, California, USA

Mt. SAC Ghost

I never really gave much thought to such things as ghosts or the paranormal but what happened to me a couple years back gave me a whole new look on such things. I was attending classes at Mt. San Antonio college in Walnut, California. It was January 1998, my last semester there, and I was taking night classes. At that time most night classes were usaully taught on the western side of campus but I found myself one night having to go to the computer lab in the four story building at that eastern side. My friend had told me that the lab was open so we decided to catch up on some homework. The thing about this building is that it is built into a hill so if you enter it on the west side of it you end up on the second floor while the entrance on the south side is one level down. We entered on the west side of the building heading for stairs on the other side after stopping at the Coke machine in the center of the building. She thought it was kind of creepy that no one was around. At this time I asked her if she was sure that the lab was open, She said yeah. So going down the stairway it all of a sudden felt like when you walk into the supermarket on a summer day. But it was wintertime time so we just figured that the heater was out. we got to the bottom level and went through the double doors that lead to the corridor that leads to the computer lab. When the doors closed behind us it really got cold, so NOW we figured that the air conditioner was on by mistake. Most of the over head lights were off but you could still see where you’re going. As we continued walking down the corridor which is about 100 yards long and stretches from one side of the building to the other, we got to the computer lab and it was closed. After cussing for a few seconds my freind grabbed my arm and said shush. I’m thinking ‘what now’ but right then I heard it. Footsteps walking at a fast clip towards us, but no one was there! Well I almost freaked! The steps passed us and you could actually hear rustling of clothes and breathing. I had never been so terrified before in my life. the footsteps continued down the corridor and slowly faded. My friend and I just looked at each other not saying a word. Right then we heard the steps coming back our direction!! Well we ran, and boy did we run! We ran all the way to the library. We never really talked about it to anybody else, only to each other. I hated to go to that building and I never went near it at night the rest of the time I was there. But that one night made me a believer.

From: Anonymous
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Friday, June 21, 2002 7:20 AM

About seven years ago, I was living in a house that was around 100 years old, with my two sons, a three year old and a four month old. The house was lovely, and had a real homely feel to it, but I often felt that I was being watched. I had been out to my parents home one night, and was quite late home around 10.30p.m so after closing the curtains and locking up I went straight up to bed. My youngest son still had his cot in my room next to my bed, but I put him next to me in my bed as h e was due a bottle. My oldest son couldn’t get to sleep, and so he ended up in my bed too. I was quite startled however when both the baby and my three year old looked up to the ceiling at the same time, and thier eyes both followed in the same place across from one side of the room to the other. I could not see anything and wondered what on earth they were looking at. Then, my three year old said “bye-bye lady”. Even though I was a little freaked out at this, there was no bad feeling or anythi n g in the room. Needless to say, the bedroom light stayed on all that night!

 

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Date: Thu, 28 Jan 1999 13:31:58 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
email aura.torres@hksystems.com

story Hospital Room

I am so fascinated by ghosts but unfortunately (or fortunately- I am not sure) no one in my family has ever had any strange occurances except my father. He must be more sensitive to the unknown than us and has many scary occurences to tell but the most recent one he has told us about is kinda freaky:

My dad had to have surgery on his shoulder about 2 years ago. After he was out of the surgery room and back in his regular room he remembers waking up and coming out of the anesthesia. He said he immediately noticed strange, indicipherable shadows swishing throughout the room. He just brushed it off as it being the effects of the anesthesia. However, as he was peacefully dozing off to sleep again he felt something briskly push on his temple and cause his head to move to the side. He snapped out of it wondering who touched him. He didn’t see anyone or anything as he was alone in the room, all he saw were the strange, swishing shadows especially in his peripheral vision. He tried going back to sleep but he continued to feel invisible hands touching his head, his hair and his face throughout the night. He did not sleep well at all that night.

The next morning when he got up, he had completely recovered from the anesthesia and he got dressed and ready to go home. As he was sitting on the edge of his bed he noticed that he was still seeing these strange grey shadows periodically swishing from one end of the room to another and he began to get scared because he knew it wasn’t the anesthesia. Then he felt something pressing down on his thigh right above his knee and when he looked down, he saw what looked like the imprints of two fingers pressing down on the fabric of his slacks right where he was being touched! My dad quickly got up and left the room, he was so glad he didn’t have to spend another night in that haunted hospital room!

Date: Sat, 30 Jan 1999 17:55:26 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
email zannidi@aol.com

story I was 8 years old when we moved into our own home in the United States. My family and I moved from South America seeking a better life. I was excited to be living in our own home, but that flame of exhilaration was soon put out when I first set foot in that house. As with any home, it contains many memories; happy ones, sad ones, but mostly ones that my family or myself cannot begin to explain without staggering difficulty. One such memorable experience which I will share occurred in the dead of winter of 1992. That night, my sister discovered that our hamster, Bonnie, had escaped her cage, but we were too tired to look for her so we went to bed praying that we would soon find her before our cat did. The next morning, our mother awoke us in a state of panic and urged us to follow her downstairs. We went in hopes that she had found our hamster, but we were met by the atrocious sight of blood. There was blood everywhere. So much ardent blood covered the floors of! ! every room downstairs. We first thought it was the cat s malicious action to the hamster, but quickly dismissed those convictions because of the tremendous quantity of blood. It could not have been an injured animal because the only marks in it were ours and the cat s paw prints. Also, it was the middle of winter and all windows, doors, were sealed shut to lock out the cold. We were able to find the hamster later that day, safe and unharmed, however, the source of all the blood will remain a mystery. As will the evil that later infested us in that house.

Date: Sat, 30 Jan 1999 20:41:37 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story There is a large older house on Clifton Avenue in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan where several ghosts have been seen over the past 20 – 30 years. My husband and the son of the family that live there felt a presence one night. When they were teenagers, they were sleeping downstairs in the basement. They were just on the verge of falling asleep, when my husband felt someone standing at the foot of the bed, then felt a rush of air towards him. He said, “Hey, are you awake” to his friend, who said, “Did you just feel that?”. They both ran upstairs and had a few cups of coffee and cigarettes.

Also, the father who lives in this house, who is retired from the armed forces, has seen a few different ghosts. One is of a little girl standing in a white nightgown. His wife has also seen her several times. The father also was woken up one night from a deep sleep to see two doberman pinschers above his bed, snarling and growling at him.

In this same house, the attic door was often found open in the morning, after having been tightly closed the night before. Eventually, they had to put a padlock on it to keep it closed.

To the best of my knowledge, all these stories are true.

Date: Sun, 31 Jan 1999 22:19:42 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story Title: What She Saw

My story begins way back before I was even born. My mom (Julia) was about 8 years old. She lived in Marked Tree, Arkansas. Well,here’s what happened.My mom lived in an apartment on the 3rd floor. One night she woke-up and felt something hairy lying beside her in her bed. She rolled over to get out of the bed, and the thing put it’s long hairy arm around her. She scram and my grandmother(Marie) came rushing in, But the thing had already fled. When they turned on the light they noticed a long slit in the window screen. To this day they still don’t know what(or who) had done that to my mom.

On my Mom and Dad’s 16th Anniversary(my moms a nurse) my moms hospital buddies gave her a balloon. It was almost 8:30 P.M. when this happened. She was coming from the dining room into the foyer. When she saw that the balloon (which was almost out of air) was floating up the stairs, as if some one were carrying it. She decided to follow it.(this house had 5 bedrooms) It went up the stairs, through the hallway, into my sisters room, down the hallway again,into my room, and back down the stairs.

The End

Date: Tue, 2 Feb 1999 18:07:42 -0800 (PST)
To: stories@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story I dreamed, not once but 5 times about a house I have never seen in real life, it is just about 30 minutes northwest of Atlanta, Georgia. I see a moving day, summertime, or early fall. Moving van, boxes, dusty overstuffed furniture, braided rugs, a fieldstone fireplace, a clapboard one and a half story house. White, no shutters, a large porch covering the front of the house. Wide board steps leading up to the porch and the front door with an oval window in it. The window is frosted glass. There is at least one pot of flowers on the porch steps. It is sunny and the house is surrounded by tall trees. There is a long dirt drive of red clay soil and peastone. The drive ends in a cul-de-sac at the front porch of the house. There is no carport or garage in view. No shrubs, or gardens. Step up to the porch and open the front door. There is a small coat closet immediately on the right. The woodwork in the house is stained dark walnut and is still shiny in the light from years o! ! f reapplied varnish. You open the closet door and there is a bare bulb illuminating an empty closet lined with wanescoat paneling. No hanger rod, no hangers, or boxes. The closet isn’t the problem. It is the closet door itself and the tiny area of space just in front of the closed closet door. As if the door stands watching you. Behind it the closet itself is not threatening. Just the door itself and the space in front of it which feels off. It is almost like standing next to a person you cannot see, but whose breathe and stare you feel. It is uncomfortable to stand in that entryway space for very long. In the livingroom, there is a fireplace on the left, lit. A large painting above of a person, I don’t know the person. The painting came with the house. There are standing lamps with gold parchment lamp shades, and one is an old Tiffany. Jewel tones, and the warmth of the firelight, give holiday glows to objects in the room. This house is haunted. And I am sure that I will mov! ! e or help a loved one move into it someday.

I have received mail regarding this house from an online visitor to a previous site that carried my story. It is almost as if the house has a guard at the door, watching all who enter. Not sure what to make of it. This is my story for what it is worth. I would be interested in what the community thinks about dreams of this sort. —Leigh

Date: Sat, 6 Feb 1999 03:08:40 -0800 (PST)
To: stories@ghosts.org
email jedite40@hotmail.com

story Bathroom horror.

I have had many rattling paranormal experainces over the years. This is just an example of the kinds of things I put up with.

On February 1st, I was leaving the bathroom after relieving myself. No sooner than had I flipped off the light, when it fipped back on again violently. Befuddled, I reached back and flipped off the light, thats when I saw somthing out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see an abstract entity standing in the bathtub staring at me. This was about the time when my rational thought went bye-bye. It stood about two feet tall and had piercing yellow eyes. I just flipped back off the light agian and walked out, the concept of what I had just seen had not sunk in yet until I went to lay down. Thats when it all sank in. This light flipping has occured with me before, I guess casper’s evil twin wnated me to see him this time. I have no doubt in my mind that the past light flipping was cuased by this “gremlin” too. Does anybody know how to get rid of these things?

Date: Sun, 7 Feb 1999 14:21:28 -0800 (PST)
To: stories@ghosts.org
email SShan93472@aol.com

story When I was about 12, my friends and I were always telling ghost stories and playing Bloody Mary in the school bathrooms. My best friend, Bess, and I really wanted to see a ghost. Anyway, one day a bunch of us were sitting on the playground of our old elementary school, where we would hang out afterschool, telling ghost stories. The stories started getting too silly for Bess and I, so we took a walk.The day was appropriately overcast and dreary. We glanced up at a second story classroom window and both noticed that in one of the panes of glass were a series of fingerprints smeared upon it. For some unknown reason, this got our attention. As we stared at the window, we noticed that the fingerprints seemed to form the image of a face. We thought this was strange and kept our gaze focused on the glass. Suddenly, I saw the “face” turn into a real face of a woman. She backed away from the window, laughing, and moved inside the room where I couldn’t see her anymore. Bess and I! ! both screamed and ran to another part of the school. I thought at first that my screaming had just spooked Bess, and that our overactive imaginations had caused me to just think I saw something–that was until Bess and I began relaying to each other what we had just seen. I’d describe the woman’s hair and Bess’d describe the woman’s clothes. We’d seen the same thing. Everyday we’d go look for the woman. We were rarely disappointed. Although she’d change her look. She always appeared in a turn-of-the-century hairstyle and clothing, but, sometimes she was older with gray hair, and sometimes her hair was red or brown, and her clothing was always different. Bess and I always traded off descriptions of the woman, and we always saw the same thing. Everyone we tried to tell the story to thought we were just joking. We tried to look up the history of the school in the library, since the original schoolhouse on the site had been demolished by an earthquake and we thought maybe someone! ! had been killed in it, but when the librarians found out what we were looking for they kicked us out.

I don’t know what it was we saw. It may very well have been just in our ghost story filled heads, but I don’t think so.

Date: Mon, 8 Feb 1999 13:37:37 -0800 (PST)
To: stories@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story This is a second hand story told to me by a friend I’ve known since childhood, but whom I had not seen for a number of years when he told me about this experience. My friend has never lied to me and had no reason to invent this story when he told it to me.

My friend, Vince, has been a realtor for a number of years now. One day a few years ago, he made an appointment with a client to show him a house in Centerville, Utah, a town where I also happen to live. This home is, for Utah, an old home built by a pioneer family in the later 1800’s. It is a beautiful, two-story, stone home with an upstairs window overlooking the front doorway, among other features.

Vince took his client into the home, which he was told by the owner would be vacant at the time of the showing. They explored the ground floor and then the upstairs as well, finding no one inside. They began to go back down the stairs toward the ground floor, with the client in the lead. Suddenly, my friend felt someone shove his back so violently that he pitched forward and only saved himself from a dangerous fall down the stairs by grabbing onto the railing.

Upon recovering, Vince explained to the questioning client that someone had just tried to push him down the stairs. They both hurried back up the stairs to find the culprit, but they found no one.

But the story doesn’t end here. After wondering what had just happened to him, but suspecting no supernatural cause, Vince and his client left the house to discuss a possible sale. In the course of standing in the front yard talking, my friend looked at the front of the house and saw a sight that shocked him tremendously. Looking out the upstairs window over the front doorway, he saw an old woman’s face glaring at him. He immediately ran back inside and up the stairs and searched the entire level again. But, as you know by now, there was no old woman, no living person, in that house.

That was my friend’s story to me. I’ve seen the house myself, though I haven’t seen an old woman looking out that upstairs window. But I’ll bet that house isn’t empty when its owners leave.

Date: Mon, 8 Feb 1999 14:38:38 -0800 (PST)
To: stories@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story Hi! My name is Beata Rasitsan and I am in grade four. Every day, a couple of friends and I sneak in the school and walk around. One day, we snuck into the the girls change room, and from there we walked up on the stage. The curtains were open. (We went there because these two girls said that they heard and saw stuff on the stage) One of my friends was beside me but then she changed sides. I thought that she was still beside me, but when I turned around, all I could see was a not clear white thing starting to fade.

Another day, I went to the bathroom to wash my hands, I started hearing things, so I washed them faster. When I was done, I went to the door as quick as possible. But when I ran to the door, it started opening slowly. so I just grabbed the handle, and ran back to my classroom. Not so long ago, me and a friend of mine, went back to the stage. We crept up the stairs slowly, trying not to make to much noise. I heard something, so I said to my friend hurry someones coming.

We heard footseps right behind us. But when we turned around, knowone was there. We starded heading towards the door. We turned around to take one last peak, but when we turned around we saw something run around the stage.

That is my story I wanted to tell you. And I assure you, IT’S TRUE!

From: Chandralin@aol.com
Date: Tue, 9 Feb 1999 16:19:32 EST
To: ghost-discuss@ariel.cdb.com
Subject: Ghost story anyone??

Just though I’d weird up the list again.. Here is something strange that used to happen to me…

Long about 1991, Me and my then husband and 4 year old son moved into an apartment in the suburbs of Portland, Ore..Things seemed kinda weird right away..I couldn’t sleep there, My bedroom faced the foyer leading to the front door, when the lights were out and I was trying to fall asleep, I would get the erie feeling that someone or something was standing outside my door, in the dark watching, and waiting for me to fall asleep.. Of course I couldn’t.. I would often stay awake until dawn, when the feeling would go away and I could then sleep! That’s not all !!!

At various times during the day or night the bathroom door would open of it’s own volition… Now countless times we closed the door, making double sure it latched, but the dang thing would open repeatedly! One afternoon, my ex- husband and I were sitting on the couch and just happened to be looking towards the bathroom door, when to our shock, we saw the doorknob turn (all by itself ) and the door open..Now we knew it wasn’t a draft (there were no windows in the bathroom ) or anything else we’d try to use to explain it away…One night I got the urge to rush in after the door opened, it was bonechilling cold in there.. I saw nothing, but I did address the spirit and asked it to at least have the courtesy to close the door after itself.. Never did it though!! The feeling of being watched and that whatever it was, was just waiting for me to go to sleep never went away either.. We didn’t stay there too long… Chandralin

From: Brattykatty43@aol.com
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: A story
Date: Sunday, February 17, 2002 1:13 AM

Once when I was a child I was trying to get rid of my huge fear of the dark. The first night I turned my lights off and tried sleeping in the pitch blackness of my room. I was petrified,and unable to sleep. So I just lie there.

Suddenly my sheet just all of a sudden pulled itsself off of me and slumped into a pile on the opposite side of the room. That scared me very badly. But as if one scare wasn’t enough for one night, another was to come. I quickly retreived my cover,because as most know a cover or blanket is a safe thing for a child. I turned a lamp on for the rest of the night and had trouble sleeping.

The next night, after my mom comforted me, I decided to try again. The lamp went off. About 10 minutes later, A voice started to call my name. I was incredibly spooked,but I went about the matter logicly and decided it must have been a family member. I only lived with my mom, and she was fast asleep when this event occured. My mom was not the mom to play a joke on me, i knew she wouldn’t do something like that. Besides, the voice was a man’s voice,very deep. Im still spooked about the dark.

If anyone has a story or just a comment, e-mail me. Thanks.

From: “K =o)” (karrera993@hotmail.com)
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Ghost in my car
Date: Thursday, February 14, 2002 7:45 PM

Ghost in my car

This experience happened about a year ago, sometime in the late summer of 2001. I was driving in my sportscar on the freeway, going southwest, about 15 kms outside Oslo. It was a Sunday afternoon and the sun was still shining. Something happened. I got some kind of an alert, a sixth sense registered something and I turned and looked to my right. I was alone in the car. But as I looked over towards the passenger seat, to my shock there was an old man sitting there. He was wearing a hat and a suit, his skin was grayish and his face expressionless. I all lasted for max a second or so. I got the distinct feeling that I had a ghost in my car. It was a very strange experience. I sometimes get similar experiences, but they are more like there is a presence.. like there is somebody there, I can feel them and their presence, but I can’t see them, or can’t make them out clearly. I’d like to get in contact with somebody who is experienced with parapsychology or who has similar experiences.

From: Anonymous
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Sunday, February 24, 2002 9:54 PM

One day I was visiting my best friends house. This was right after her brother had died. We were bored out of our minds, and I said, “Hey, let’s try to contact your brother…..” we went into the spare bedroom and sat down on the bed. We held hands and prayed first of all, and then we concentrated on her brother for about half an hour. Then we started getting amused with her cat….. Her cat would do this weird thing with it’s lip when we’d ask it a question. We asked quest ions that we knew the answers to, and the cat would always answer the questions right. i know this sounds crazy, but we were convinced that her brother was talking through the cat! Then we got back to concentrating on the contacting part. After about 30 minutes, i was having a craving for some chips. so i walked to the door and reached for the doorknob. As i did, i felt a tug on my shirt, an unmistakeable tug. I quickly turned around and my friend was sitting on the far side of the bed, eyes closed. The bed wasn’t bouncing, she couldnt have done it….. and she didnt. She swore to god that she didnt pull my shirt, and we looked to the door where it happened. Then we saw a very faint vision of her brother, standing beside a girl, with long blonde hair, she was covered in dirt. The weird thing is, my friend’s mom went to a psychic a few days earlier, and the psychic said that her brother had a best friend in the afterlife, a girl…..

From: Anonymous
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Monday, February 25, 2002 6:32 PM

From 1990-1996 I lived in a large 50-year old home in Santa Ana (Orange County) California with 4 other guys. The home had previously been a convent of Catholic nuns & later a residence for Catholic priests. We knew that at least 2 of the priests died while in that home. The five of us were supposed to take care of the house as well as live there. One night I was alone in the house & was getting ready for bed. It was a 2-story house & I lived on the bottom floor. I heard footsteps in the room directly above me. I was surprised because the guy who lived there told us he would be gone for 2 weeks. But I thought maybe he changed his plans. The footsteps went from the sink to the dresser to the bed, back to the sink, etc., just like someone getting ready for bed. After listening for about 15 minutes, I went to bed myself. One week later that roommate returned from vacation. I asked him if he had come back to spend a night in the house; he said no. I asked him if anyone else had the key to his room, to clean it or whatever; he said no. So I think what I heard that night was the ghost of one of the priests who had died in that house. Some of the other guys who lived in the house had similar experiences, but none of us saw anything strange. However, some of our guests and employees did see ghostly figures on several occasions, as well as hear strange noises, as I did that night.

From: Anonymous
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Saturday, June 01, 2002 1:53 AM

I have not submitted this story to any other site nor have I published it for profit. I work in an office that used to be an old high school. It was converted to a school district office about 20 years ago. I am a shift-worker and often work nights. One night, at around 2:00am, i was doing some paper work. I stopped what I was doing to think about the happenings of that day. It had been a very horrible day because I had lost someone very close to me. I was sitting, and I put my head in my hands. Not a minute later I heard a whisper in my ear and felt something touch my right shoulder. Someone, or something, whispered “It’s okay.” I shot out of my chair absolutely terrified. Every goose-bump and hair was at attention. I have never had anything happen to me like this before or since then, but it will stay with me forever. If i didn’t believe in ghosts before that day, I surely do now.

From: LizzyHowes14@hotmail.com
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Tuesday, April 16, 2002 7:50 PM
yourname: Lizzy

Hey it’s me again! (Lizzy) And I have another story to tell. My best friends sister told me that this happened to one of her best friends. Here goes:

Her friend was kinda living in the Fort Garry Hotel (in Winnipeg) and it was night-time so she was already in her bed. She heard a door slam but thought nothing of it and went to sleep. At midnight she woke up suddenly and looked over at her bedroom door. Standing at the door watching her was a lady wearing a fluffy purple dress and a purple hat on top of her long hair. Anyway, she was terrified and got up flattening herself to the wall farthest from the door. Then the lady disappeared.

As it happens my best friends friend’s teacher had an article about the ghost. As it happens the night the Fort Garry Hotel first opened there was a big fancy ball. The lady in the purple was having so much fun at the ball that she didn’t realize that the chandalere (sp?) had snapped and it crushed her. As my friend said her neck snapped and she was horribly mangled. (I’m getting goosebumps right now, but that might be from the hale storm outside!) Okay, well please e-mail me your comments cuz I would love to hear them!

Yours Truely,
Lizzy from Winnipeg

From: wtw4022@earthlink.net
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Friday, April 19, 2002 12:56 PM
yourname: Charli Reed

Hello, I am just an average person trying to live a life. Yet, for six months now, there is something really strange happening. I have been dating this man for the past eight months. He is pretty quiet of his younger years. I was planning to stay the night, I did just that. So, I layed down to sleep, around three a.m., I heard this womans voice saying, “Can you hear me?”. I thought nothing of it. Again and again, same question. Until after 5 to 8 times hearing that question, I said, “Yes, I hear you!” then nothing for 2 minutes. Then that voice said, “I have been in a car accident.” I immediently though, “Oh, my Mother” So I called her. She was sleeping. Nothing further, I fell asleep. Two days later, I was telling my Mother, I was sorry for calling her at 3:30 a.m. but, I needed to know if she was safe. My Boyfriend over heard, he looked white, I was asked to tell him. He said it sounds like his Mother. We are living in his Mothers house and sleeping in the same room she was once in. That didn’t surprize me. Another night, I was starting to fall asleep, it felt like someone tapped me on the head, (right temple). Although it sounded like a bull whip! I am not sure if I fear for myself as much as I feel she is just trying to contact me. I am open minded. I am sure that is what the case maybe. Of coarse, if any of you read this, let me know how you feel? What I should do. Thank you, Charli

From: yada007@hotmail.com
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Wednesday, April 10, 2002 1:44 PM

This is a story about reincarnation. Does it exist? You be the judge. After this incident, you can say I’m a believer. On a day I was driving with my 6 year old twin daughters, we decided to take a back route to enjoy a different scenery. As we were driving, we saw a woman gardening outside. My daughters started screaming, “mommy, mommy!” I let it slip my mind, wondering if they were just being silly. Later, when it was time to return home, I decided to take the same route as I did before. To our surprise, the same woman was gardening outside. As we passed by her, my 6 year old twin daughters again started screaming, “mommy, mommy!” This was when I realized it was more than just silliness. I stopped the car and approached the woman in her garden. I asked her if she had ever met my daughters. And she replied, “No, but I did have two twin daughters that died 6 years ago.”

From: sidedrum@ivillage.com
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Thursday, April 11, 2002 12:25 PM
yourname: Ian Baker

We live in a house that was built in 1950. we have a resident ghost, Mrs. Kroeger. In 1976 she died in the house and her spirit has remained since. we see her in all parts of the house, she is allways wearing a blue bath robe and white pants. she is allways seen smiling and as a solid person, sometimes she will appear when I play a certain track on a cd in my room, other times there is a burning smell, and our dog is constantly following something around the house. when we are in the basement alone, we can hear audible footstepswalking through the house upstairs. allmost every night there is a loud sound like someone is fall ing out of bed, usually when that room is empty. it is a very constant haunting, we see, hear or smell something every day and everyone in our family has had an incounter, even our dog, she’ll start barking at odd hours of the night, mooving around the basement,it’s kind of freaky but cool.

From: “john r” (jcp3@comcast.net)
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Story
Date: Monday, April 15, 2002 11:09 PM

Yo Obiwan, Heres a story 4 ya…

First of all, this story was actually experienced by my friend Luke’s mom. Anyway, Luke’s mom and a friend were walking in a feild with two HUGE german shepherds. These dogs weren’t afraid of anything, remember that, it’s important. So in the field they find this beautiful old Victorian House. They see this house and wonder why anyone would just leave… Then they went inside. They let the dogs off their leashes to explore the house. They go through a kitchen, a dining room, and a game room. Then as they approach the second floor stairs, they hear the dogs wimpering and howling. They find the dogs barking in front of a bedroom. They decided to go in to see what they are whimpering at. Luke’s Mom stuck her hand inside the room, this is in August, and the room is ice cold. they then ran avay screaming bloody murder, tho dogs at their heels. No one remembers this house except her and her friend…

Short (but true) Stories, Page 8

Date: Tue, 1 Dec 1998 01:21:37 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Jess
email Alisaunde@aol.com

story When I was a toddler, my aunts had a very close girlfriend named Janet. Janet was young and pretty and very popular in the small town inMichigan where I was born.

Unfortunately, she was murdered in a particularly gruesome way ( I think she had been raped as well) long before I could have any distinct memories of her. This was in the early 70s.

My family told me that Janet used to love to hold and play with me when I was a baby…she was pretty young at the time, perhaps late teens-early twenties. I never remembered her but her name always stuck in the back of my as I grew up.

Some 20 yrs later, my husband and I went back to my hometown to visit relatives. We decided to stop at the cemetyery where my grandmother was buried so I could pay my respects before we took our long car ride back west to our home. We left in the evening and as we approached the cemetery it was pitch black.

I wasnt scared at all and was determined to say “bye” to my grandma before we left. Only problem was it was so dark that I could not see my way to find her grave stone in the cemetery without a flashlight.

I took a flashlight and my hubby took one and we went to search for my grandmother’s stone. I felt a cold chill come over me as I walked about the cemetery, not really looking at the stones around me.

All of a sudden the chill became intense and I happened to glance down at the beam of light from my flashlight–it was centered on a stone directly at my feet–Janet’s.

I kinda feel she was saying hello to me, after all those years–I do not recall feeling frightened at all, just kinda chilly.

Date: Fri, 4 Dec 1998 18:11:16 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story This was back in 1994 and I was about 21, living in my first apartment. I had a roommate, but she was gone for the weekend. In this apartment, our bedrooms didn’t have any windows.

So, it was always really dark in there. This made it excellent for sleeping in on weekends. Anyway, it was a Saturday morning and I was awake, lying in my bed thinking about getting up, but not quite ready to. I was facing the wall, with my back to the doorway. ( The door was closed.)

All of a sudden, I felt a presence. Just like somebody had walked right into my room. I was too scared to roll over and look so I just kept still in the same position. Then I felt fingers gently brush the hair on my forhead and tuck my hair behind my ear. It actually felt very good. It seemed gentle and loving. I didn’t feel scared then, just in awe. I rolled over and no one was standing there and the door to the room was still closed. I decided to get up and go on with my day. I wasn’t scared. I actually felt quite peaceful. I never felt the presence again and never told my roommate about the incident. We never experienced any unusual activity before or after that. We both moved out a year and a half later.

Staci

Date: Sun, 6 Dec 1998 16:48:22 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Jaime
email JamSam24@.aol.com

story It was a sunny day and my friend and I went to my grandparents. My parents were there but they were upstairs. We had gone downstairs to play. I am not sure what time it was but, it was in the afternoon.There are 3 parts to my grandmothers basement.There is a part where you can work out and the stairs that lead up.On the right side is a couch and chair. Hooked on to that is the laundry room. There is no walls in between all of these rooms but a little opening in the work room. You can’t see in though because there is a red drape hanging. On the left side is a bed and T.V. My friend and I were sitting on the couch and we heard footsteps coming from the laundry room. We though it was our imagination and laughed about it. Then we heard it again. This time we went to look. We went in and we saw a little ghost that looked like casper!! It had black beady eyes and he just looked at me. I thought it was my imagination but, when it left the bucket that it was behind rattled back! ! and forth! We looked behind the bucket and nothing wasd there!! We ran upstairs and didn’t go down again.

Date: Thu, 10 Dec 1998 12:53:48 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
email sandere@missouri.edu

story The story I have is not of my own experience, but my friend’s aunt’s. What I’m about to tell you is word-for-word just like my friend told me.

My friend’s aunt lived in this that she would always swear up and down was haunted, but no one really took her seriously. One day she came home from work and saw that her answering machine was blinking. Naturally, she did what everyone does when that happens and pushed the play button. She heard a low, monotone jibberish. Thinking it was just some kid playing a prank, she rewound the tape and pushed play again. This time, there was no jibberish. Instead there was a very clear message: “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” Don’t ask me why, but she rewound the tape again. I guess because she thought maybe it just didn’t rewind all the way the first time. But it had. The tape was at the beginning, and the message had changed. Not only once, but twice, because the third time she listened to it there was nothing on the tape at all. Just silence.

Needless to say, she moved out very quickly after that. I think she stayed at her sister’s house that night. But the important thing is, she got out.

I hope this was easy to understand, and all I have to say is thank goodness she had that answering machine. Without it, the “thing’s” message might not have been so pleasant, if you could call it that.

Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1998 15:13:28 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story The Ghost of My Room:

About the summer of 1994, my brother woke up and went to the bathroom.Here is what our house is like:

_____________________________________________ DOOR ____________window__________________
| |____________window______ | | | |
| brother’s | | | closet|
| bedroom | | Parents room | |
| | | door |
| | living | | |
| | room | | |
|_________door______| | | |
| \ door |________|
| \ | |
| door | |
| | ______________|______________________________ door |
| |___door___ | | |
| my room | | | | |
| | bath | dining room kitchen | | |
| | room | door | main window
| | | | bath |
|__________|_________|____slider door______________________|________door___________|________|

That’s basically the run down of it.

Anyway, there is a couch, right by my parents door. And when my brother went out in the living room, where I was. There was a ghost or some spirit who got up and walked into my parents room. “It was on the couch” he said. I kind of freaked out because I used to be afraid of ghosts. Then about 3 years later, I was laying in my bed, then I heard a noise. I woke up to see a dark, black figure standing by the door. I know I wasn’t dreaming because I could pinch my arm, and it hurt. I closed my eyes and I looked over by the door, and it was gone. About 5-6 weeks after that, he came back. But this time he walked into my brothers room. I got up and walked in there, and he was standing by my computer. The computer is on the left wall in my brothers room. He looked at me and disappeared. We moved out of there in the summer of 98, and now we live in a cool house, but I always get this feeling he’ll be there… when I wake up.

Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1998 11:34:48 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story This story is about my daughter’s guardian angel.

The day before I went into the hospital to be induced into labor, my mother was at the funeral of a fellow teacher and close friend. I paged her and she hurried home to take me and my husband to the hospital.

But most of the story took place before this. The woman’s funeral had been put off. She had died exactly one week before my daughter was born. My mother had to complete her report cards because they were set to go out a few days after her death. As my mother was doing this an old Hymnal which she hadn’t heard in years popped into her head.(I keep cursing myself because I cannot remember the name of the song for the life of me) Well, at the funeral that was the FIRST song played.

And I guess it is prevalent to the story to point out that my family is white and the woman was black. I say this because my (normally shy)daughter has I don’t know what to call it, but she is really responsive to large black women. She also does things like smiling at the air or laughing at something, but there is no one there.

I guess the real job of a guardian angel is to protect, and she has done this as well. There have been more than a few occasions where my daughter has fallen or bumped her head and had no mark to show for it(when she REALLY should have). Also, I believe I have felt her presence as I do right now. Once I was rushing to my daughter as she had just fallen again and I felt as if I had passed through something and it let me know that every thing was okay. I always know my daughter is in good hands.

Date: Thu, 31 Dec 1998 17:17:16 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname jgiminny
email jsrerett@stargate.net

story I purchased the house I currently live in some thirty-five years ago..It is an old farm house that was was built in the late 1800’s. Being one the –if not the–oldest house in the community, it has several stories and tales connected to it. One of these concerns a double murder and suicide which allegedly took place in the year of 1899.. the house has its noises, its sounds, its creeks and drafts that old houses do.. there have also been several occurences that have caused me to shed my previous skeptisism of hauntings and supernatural events..I could indeed describe some of these events but I do not see what purpose that would serve…let it suffice to say that, especially since the death of my first wife twenty-one years ago, I am fairly certain of a co-existence with members of the spirit world. One experience I would like to share, however, is one spring evening I was sitting in my living room reading and joining me were our three cats all of whom were comforta! ! bly napping about the room but in my range of sight. Without warning, a cool, gentle but persistent breeze feel upon my face..only my face. All three cats awoke and similtanously raised their heads and stared at a spot across the room where thier attention was held for a minute or so…then–as one—they lowered thier heads and went back to sleep..the breeze stopped.. I was siezed by a momentary but quite real paralyzing fear that was followed by the most serene and total feeling of peace I had ever experienced…..This actually occured and I offer it to you, the reader, for your consideration and your thoughts..your offer of explanation………

Date: Sat, 2 Jan 1999 03:51:35 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname J. wilton
email mepic@fbtc.net

story On october 10, 1996 I was remodeling a small two roomed shack at a recently acqwired deer lease in Medina Texas. Upon entering the living area,to make a repair list, I noticed a basket ball sized dark brown stain about chest high on the devider wall between living area and sleeping area. When I walked into the sleeping area I saw the same dark spot that was on the oppsite side of the divider wall. Not thinking anything was out of the ordinary I completed my list and went to the local hardware store for materials. I returned to find my tools had been scattered. I thought it a bit odd but proceded with the repairs. I started painting the inside walls. My first goal was to remove the the dark stain, so I treated it and started painting the walls. when I was done with that I started cooking my supper on the grill outside, when I returned to into the structure I immediately noticed the stain had bled back through the fresh paint. this made no sense, as I had given the treat! ! ment adequate time to dry before painting over it. I finished supper, and re-applied the stain treatment to the wall. By then it was about 10:30 pm. and I figured I would go to bed finish the paint work in the morning. I awoke at about 2:15 am. to use the bathroom, and after returning to bed I started hearing a faint tapping that I could not pinpoint, so I got up with my pistol and looked around the small shack for a posible source. finding nothing I returned to my bed. Within moments faint tapping graduated quickly to a pounding which i realised was coming from the divider wall; at this point my mind was racing with all posible explations. seeking to end matters quickly, I sat up and yelled “shut the hell up” the second I said this the pounding stopped, and before I could move some thing with the size and weight of a very large man pounced on me breaking the mattress supports and sending myself and the mattresses crashing to the floor. As I hit the floor the force was gone; G! ! asping for the breath that was knocked out of me I grabbed my pistol, and began scanning the room for movement. realizing their was no one there, I very quickly grabbed my clothes and bags and spead off in my truck. The next day I contacted the land owner and told him what had happened, and he informed me that similar occurrences had been reported years earlier.

Date: Wed, 6 Jan 1999 16:01:02 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Jessica Mason
email ayn1@usit.net

story The house I live in is really old. It was built in 1908, when the railroad came through the area where I live. I have seen lots of things, and a lot of the people who have come to my house have seen things, even though I may not have told them anything about the house. Most of the time, the things I see are harmless, or they seem benevolent. But it’s the other things that are really scary.

The scariest thing I can remember is seeing Death in my living room. I was lying in bed one night when I was about nine years old. My bedroom opens into the living room, which is a room that always freaked me out anyway. It was probably about 10:00, and I had just turned out the light about 15 or 20 minutes before. I couldn’t sleep, so I was just thinking about this, that, or the other when I felt a presence watching me. That wasn’t that unusual, but it felt like a bad presence, which was unusual. I looked out my bedroom door, and there was a hooded figure, about 6 or 7 feet tall, staring at me. The only thing I could make out under the hood was a pair of huge glowing eyes. I was paralyzed with fear, laying in my bed unable to move or scream or anything. It got closer and closer to my bedroom door, and I was panicking big time. Then it just disappeared. I saw it one other time, it was about 2 years later. I woke up in the middle of the night and it was standing at my bedroom door. It saw me watching and it just disappeared into thin air. I haven’t seen it since, but I’m afraid I will wake up one night and it will be next to my bed.

Date: Wed, 6 Jan 1999 19:24:57 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

I used to live in germany , in an very old house . We lived there for a while , about 3-4 years and i never heard any strange sounds or anything . Then i found out i was going to move to the usa . A little while after that the foot steps started .

It was one night , my two sisters and me where alone at home . My older sister was sitting in the kitchen reading and I was in the living room watching TV ( my younger sister was only about 2 years old she was asleep in the living room choutsh ) , i had to use the bathroom so i went across the hall into the bathroom , i just had gone into the bathroom when i started to hear footsteps in the atict ( the atict is right above the bathroom ) . I was really scared because i though there might be a rober in our house . So as fast as i could i ran back into the living room were my sister was at this point and told her i heard steps . First she didn’t want to belive me so i told her to turn off the TV . After we had turned the TV off we keept on listenig , for a while we didn’t hear anything …but then we both heard the footsteps again . We called our parents and told them there was someone in our house , they didn’t want to believe us . We were really scared so we decided to leave t! ! he house and go in our car till our parents would be back . Just as we were walking out of the house i said “what if “he” comes downstares” , right after i said that the door nob from our back door going to the adict turnd , so we ran out of the house closed the door really quick and went into our car . We waited till our parents came home and told them about it . My dad went upstairs to look if anyone was there but nobody was there and everything looked the same .

After that i didn’t hear anymore foot steps . But one day my sister told me that she was sisting in her room ( her room was in the adict ) reading and one of her posters started moving ( the poster was of a girl cryng ) .

Date: Wed, 6 Jan 1999 19:54:47 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Kaitlyn
email amoeba66@hotmail.com

story I’m not exactly sure what happened to me on that day when I as in grade three. I just know that I was alone. Well, let me start from the begining.

One day, the date of which I do not remember, I went to the top story of my school. I was looking for my brother. No one was on the top floor at all. Now, before I go on I have to tell you about our school. I went to Colonel Walker. It was founded by Colonel Walker. All the kids in the school beleive that it is haunted by Colonel Walker.

Now, back to the story. After I found that there was no one there, I turned around to leave. It was a t that moment that I felt cold all over. Someone or something tapped my shoulder. I turned around a looked at…nothing. I was spooked. I ran down the hall and didn’t stop running until I had left the school.

I never have known for sure what happened that day, but I’m sure I had a run in with Colonel Walker.

Date: Fri, 8 Jan 1999 19:53:01 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Dawn Caban
email dawny17@hotmail.com

story Okay, here goes my first contribution, this took place about 2 1/2 years ago, and to this day I sleep with a night light on. It was the night before school started, and I was rather excited to be going back, seeing friends that I missed etc, and had trouble going to sleep. I finally fell into a deep sleep, and around 3am, I woke up for no reason, and looked toward the door that leads into my brothers room. I saw someone standing there, watching me. It wasn’t a definite shape, but I got the impression that it was human. It was lit up from the inside, and wasn’t actually standing on the floor. I panicked, and managed to speak, I just said over and over, “Dan, go back to bed.” (Dan being my brother). The object then started floating, and kind of swirled, then dissapeared. I was so afraid of this “thing”, that I just passed out. This isn’t the only thing that has happened in my house, my younger brother used to hear someone breathing in his room during the night, it was so ! ! bad he had to sleep with a fan on, and he knows for a fact that it wasn’t anyone in the house, because that would happen when all members were out of the house. Also, the phone cord in our living room has taken to violent shaking sometimes. I’ve been on the phone during the night, to feel it shake, not just jiggle, but actually shake, skipping rope style, and no one is there. My dogs also do the typical barking at nothing, and following things that aren’t there. That was the only time anyone has ever seen anything, and we don’t know if anyone has had any misfortune in this house.

Date: Sun, 10 Jan 1999 11:00:41 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story I was about 15 or 16 when my Mom was forced to move again. She had gotten a divorce again and again we moved. She did her best. Anyway, we moved into this two bedroom house on a not-so-good section of Montgomery, AL. From day one we heard footsteps at night and screen door slamming, cold spots, etc. Momma found out from the Landlord that an old man had lived there with about 7-10 dogs ranging from small to really big. (dogs were put down). I would not go into the old shed behind the house unless family was with me even though it would have been a perfect “clubhouse”. It gave me the willies, come to find out that was where the old man kept all of his mean dogs, supposedly they were all put down.

Anyway, the most memorable experience I had was one weekend afternoon, I was in the house, by myself, finally getting off my butt and taking a shower. For some strange reason we had a bolt lock on the inside of the bathroom door. I always attached it (damn that shower scene from Psycho!!). Anyway, I am in the middle taking my shower, soaping up my hair and I hear the bolt unlatch and the door open!!! For some reason, I knew it was the old man and I got VERY ANGRY. Some dirty DEAD old man getting some kind of cheap thrill! I started yelling at him at the top of my lungs to get the h**ll out of my bathroom before I call in a priest for an exorcism and he should be ashamed of himself the dirty old man, etc. I was extremely angry. Suprisingly the door closed and the lock locked back. I didn’t really have any more problems with the old man after that.

We moved after that and a cousin of mine moved in. They said they never had a problem, but they are not the most sensitive people in the world either. They have a hard time picking up that they hurt someone’s feelings, much less that something strange is going on.

Date: Sun, 10 Jan 1999 15:07:13 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story My family and I used to live in Moscow, Kansas. We had a little old farm house by the highway. I was about 8 back then, but everynight I herd something or someone walking up and down the hallway. I also remembered hearing bells ringing in the night. The realator had told us that the owner of the house before us hung herself in the Utility Room on the clothes rack. I’m sure that had something to do with it. Like I said it was an old house, and the utility room was attached to the garage and the garage, for some reason, was always warmer than the utility room.

Date: Mon, 11 Jan 1999 16:03:34 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story My story happened about 5 years ago. I was about 8 at the time and i had a younger brother and a younger sister. It happened at about 11:30 at night, I was sleeping in the room right next to the stairs leading to the basement and my brothers room was right next to mine. That night I heard a noise comming from my brothers room and i woke up right away. All of a sudden I seen a boy about my brothers age walk across the hall way towards the basement so I yelled at him thinking it was my brother. The little boy had blocks in his hand and looked at me. The only thing is that my brother didnt have any blocks and it had no eyes. The place where its eyes were supposed to be were just black. Well when he looked at me it gave me a look and then walked away. I just started screaming out to my mother and I was hiding under the blankets. I told my mom that a boy that looked like Greg walked by my door and looked at me. Then I said it had some blocks it its hands and had no eyes, ! ! so my mom checked my brothers room and he was sound asleep and then told me that he didnt own any blocks. She asked me what way it went and i told he down the stairs to the basement or to the backdoor and left. She checked the backdoor and it was locked tight, then she checked the basement door and it was locked but to make sure she looked down in the basement and there was nothing there. Well about 4 years ago we moved from that house but another thing happened in that house but i wont go into that.

Well i hope my sosry wasnt too long, hope you liked it! 🙂

Date: Tue, 12 Jan 1999 14:16:33 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story My story happened a year ago. I was in the bathroom getting ready for school and I heard this noise right outside my bathroom, so I truned my head to see what it was and I saw the head of something peeking around the corner at me. When I looked at it, it brought its head back behind the corner and I screamed. Then i thought it might be one of my sisters so i went the way it looked to have went and i couldnt find it anywhere. Then I noticed that it couldnt be any of my sisters or parents cause they were all sleeping. That summer we got a swimming pool and we put it in the backyard. It is almost right under the bathroom window and when you look up at the window when no one was in the house you could see the outline of some ones head there. So far we havent heard or seen anymore of the ghost but you can always see it in the window when no one is in the house. Well thats my story, hope yall liked my story.

any comments email me at Tunis1000@aol.com or adidas0994@aol.com

Date: Fri, 15 Jan 1999 22:31:47 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

Durring the year of 1989 I worked as night security in a very old amusement park. durring this period I experianced many ghostly things. the park was built in the late 1800’s and thus has had a lot of history. one night durring patrol I heard loud band music playing sounded like somthing from the big band era I thought i was loosing my mind. so I unlocked the ball room to see what was going on when I entered the hallway it sounded like the ballroom was full of people lots of people this ballroom was huge it could hold 500 couples danceing and then some. any way I walked into ballroom and like a cold winters breeze went right through me and every thing was quiet I still dont know what had happened to this day but that night somthing unusual occurred . I always thought the guys were telling me storyies about the ghosts of Crystal Beach Park . on another night I was patroling the old midway section of the park when I noticed the strong smell of pipe tabaco I was damed where it was comeing from then I spotted a little old man standing in the corner of a old ca! ! ndy stand , when I approached him to see what he was doing he disapeared just like that the next morning the grounds arrived I told John about my experiance he worked in the park for over 45years, I described the old man that I saw he laughed and said I see you have met Bob, Bob was the night security in the year of 1952 when he turned very sick and died in the winter of that year. I was floored I saw a ghost! but it dosent stop here. the biggest scare in the old amusement park was the night of july 4 about 330am I was patroling the pier it was a coolrainy night very dark when I felt two hands on my back and give me a push enough force to make me loose my balance again nobody was there it freaked me out I dident tell anyone about that incident I wanted to keep my job now the old park has been torn down and a housing development has been built I dont know if any thing has occured since. but I know there has been a lot of ghost stories about this park I hope you found my encou! ! nter interesting thanks this is completely true!

Date: Fri, 22 Jan 1999 14:10:24 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Dawn Caban
email dawny17@hotmail.com

story I have been lurking here for some time, and am sad to say that I’ve almost completed reading… so I thought I would contribute something that happened to my best friends boss.

Here we go:

My friend’s boss, John, has a younger brother who works at a funeral home, conveniantly located about 200 feet from my house. Because of his job, he lives under the funeral home, in a small apartment. One night, John, his brother, (don’t know his name- I’ll call him Mike) and a friend were all watching movies with their respective lady friends. Everything was quiet, when all of a sudden they heard footsteps upstairs inside the funeral home. Being the tough men that they are, John and Mike got baseball bats, and went upstairs to investigate. The other man stayed behind to “protect” the woman, although later he admitted he was too terrified to go upstairs. There was no sensor alarm, just an alarm on the door, and after making sure this was still secure, they split up, (why would you ever do that???), and began searching every room. They didn’t find a soul. heehee. There was no one there. No way to get in, no way to get out, except for that one door, or to go into the apartment. ! ! They said the footsteps sounded like a man shuffling along, in dress shoes. Perhaps someone who’s funeral was held there, just liked the place too much to leave. Even to this day, the footsteps can still be heard, and there have been other occurances, but I’ll save those for next time. Hope you enjoyed hearing this, I didn’t, when I look out my window, I can see this place, and think about what I was told…

Date: Sat, 23 Jan 1999 15:22:05 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Ashley
email ashley_luv@hotmail.com

story I’d like to tell you about my house in Utah. My family is military and usually military families move around a lot but we did’nt. We lived in this house for 10 years and military housing being what it is, (no offense) the house was ‘falling apart’. I was so young i didn’t mind, but i did mind the other members of the household…

All of my experiances started one day when i was about 6 or7. I was doing the dishes and looked through the kitchen to the hallway and saw a large shadow out of the corner of my eye. when i turned my head slowly to look at it it quickly moved into my bedroom. I wasn’t scared that much because of my horror movie madness at that age but i still went to investigate after i was done. i saw nothing. the 3rd room of my hallway, wich was in the middle of changing to our room, was the uneasy one. I have a German Shepard/Collie and he never walked into that room. He would walk back and fourth, back and fourth, just looking into the room. Well, one day me and my sister decided we werent gonna set up the new bed just yet and stuck a matress on the ground. We crashed for the night and i fell asleep before her. I woke up eather that morning or later that evening(cant recall wich) to a pillow being smothered on my face. it wasnt like a soffocating smother, just kind of a messing around one, i was hit with a pillow a few times and woke up yelling at my sister like always. except that i woke her up when i yelled at her. i didnt say anything about the incedent to her, just said “never mind” and rolled over and went to sleep.

my mother inhereted an organ from someone, dont know who, and when ever she would take a shower i would sneak a play time with it. i was messing around making up tunes of my own when i felt an old man behind me watching. i spun around and no one was there. then my mom walked in and asked me all these questions i didnt understand and i kept one playing. many more things happende in that old house but this is getting long so i will go now. thankyou for reading and sorry if i bored you

Date: Tue, 26 Jan 1999 19:13:09 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname DENNIS AMBROSE
email DAMB423

story THE STRANGER I KNEW BEFORE……… The older I become the more I’m beginning to believe that some spirits have always known each other. It was the summer of 1993 when I met for the first time a young medical secretary named JILLIAN. Oue eyes first met in a breathless silence. I know you but we never met before. She felt the same way yet she had just moved to my area from out of state just a few months ago.As time passed we became good friends but JILLIAN had left a lot of problems behind in her life.She was a beautiful young woman only half my age and I felt helpless at times trying to give advice to someone that I knew in time passing all things would work out. As beautiful as she was JILLIAN could not keep a boyfriend for vey long.I could not understand this problem at first until I realized that JILLIAN had a drug problem.

About six months past that I did not see her when the strange dreams began of JILLIAN. In these dreams she kept asking me to come see her at work.At first I gave little attention to the dreams until about the third dream experience. This dream was of two large pumpkins in the middle of a corn field. JILLIAN again would ask me to come to the place where she worked. Three more nightly dreams took place before I decided that something was wrong. JILLIAN was in tro ble and I had to go see her. In AUGUST of 1994 I saw JILLIAN at work. She looked beautiful and we spoke for a time. It had lifted my spirit to see her but little did I know it was for the last time.. JILLIAN was killed in a car accident three weeks later on SEPTEMBER 14th 1994. When I went to her viewing there was two large pumpkins by the steps as you entered. I had told a friend three weeks earlier that the last time I saw JILLIAN she glowed like an angel. BY DENNIS AMBROSE

Short (but true) Stories, Page 7

Date: Mon, 19 Oct 1998 21:01:58 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

In the fall of 1980, I was working a job where I worked three different shifts throughout the week: Sun/Mon 4pm-12am, Thu/Fri 12am-8am and Sat 8am-4pm. This particular night was Thursday. It was around ten pm and I was getting ready for work, having just stepped out of the bathtub. The night wasn’t cool yet so I had the bathroom window open. I was living in the country six miles from the nearest town, and the nearest neighbor was about a quarter mile away. My mother was at the back of the house, watching the nightly news, waiting to send me off to work. She was about four rooms back along the house, and all outside doors from the family room were shut. As I was just finishing toweling off, I heard the distinct sound of horses’ hooves on gravel *our driveway was gravel*, and since our outside light was on, I leaned into the window and looked out. There was no horse, no cow, no hooved animal of any type. Quickly putting some clothes on, I came out of the bathroom and m! ! et my mother coming through the dining room enroute to the front door. She said she’d heard something outside and wanted to see what it was. I asked her what she’d heard and she said it sounded like a horse coming into the driveway. I walked out onto the porch, then out into the drive and found nothing there, and no evidence of any horse in the dirt. My mother had lived in that house for fifty years, and the rest of my family lived there for nearly thirty. There were other things that happened there, but none like this. This was the only time that I’ve ever heard anything like that at this location.

Date: Tue, 20 Oct 1998 17:05:25 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story This is another apartment story. My boyfriend( now my husband) moved into an old apartment, circa 1908, just outside of Chicago in 1993. Before I go any further, let me state that my husband and I never believed in anything that we could not touch, taste, smell, well you get the picture. Anyway, so about 2 weeks after we move in, the doorbell started ringing, all hours of the day and night. The weird thing is that our apartment directly overlooked the front door and there would never be anyone there. After about a month of this, the microwave started. It would beep, incessantly, the number 7. This would also happen at all times of the day and night. It got so bad one day, that I actually yelled at it. It then beeped for an hour straight. I had to unplug it. This also went on for about a month.

At this point, my husband and I were starting to get a little freaked, still not able to admit that this was anything paranormal, we took apart the bell and the microwave. At this juncture, the telephone would act up. It would ring and there would be no one there. We had caller ID and nothing would register. Simultaneously, we would be hearing keys jingling outside out door, like one of was home. This only happened when one of was alone.There were also incidents with the shades of the apartment. I would put them up and we would get home and they were down.

In July of 1997, we got engaged. Everything suddenly stopped. We never had anymore strange incidents again! My husband and I are both physicians and tend to be very logical people, but we could not explain anything that happened to us.Hope you find this interesting, every word of it is true!!

Date: Wed, 21 Oct 1998 16:20:30 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Russell Healy
email rjhealy@cadet.vfmac.edu

story This is a story of a local legend on campus around here. I personaly have not seen this, but have talked to SCORES of people who swear of it.

I attend Valley Forge Military Academy and College, an old classic military school in Wayne, PA. This place is obviously very stressfull, more so for the younger kids than for the college students. Children in grade 7 are admitted here, and to put a child of that age in this kind of enviroment is just cruel. It can be too much for some of them are there have been numourous suicuide attempts on campus.

Well apartently, two young kids in the same company killed themselves on the same night. We don’t know if this was a planned thing or what. There are plenty of stories of that barracks being haunted those are probably not true.

When someone screws up here, they are given “tours”. A tour is one hour of marching on the main area, in large rectangles. Major offensives are given punishment of 100’s of tours and are perfomed in full dress uniform, very uncomfortalbe to say the least.

Well aparently, these two kids who killed themselves can be seen marching tours around midnight or other times late a night, in full dress, and one of them calling cadance. Plently of people have said they have seen these ghosts, and even more people have heard, including myself have heard the cadets out on main area at night calling cadence. For those of you that don’t know, calling cadence is the tradional army “left right left right” to stay in step.

To be honsent, I hope I never see the ghosts, that crap scares the hell out of me enough when I hear the cadances! I get really creeped out sometimes if I go running early in the morning alone in the dark around main area. I can’t describe it, I just all of a sudden feel very afraid.

If have any details about this story (any VFMAC almuni out there) please let me know.

Date: Fri, 23 Oct 1998 07:55:05 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname H.Adams
email clair716@aol.com

I had just walked over to my neighbor’s house to go to a small party she was holding for the neighborhood. It was 8:13 when i arrived. 10 minutes later, We watched a huge dump truck drive into the woods behind her house. We didn’t think anything was going on back there, so we checked it out. We walked into the woods, expecting to see a house being built, but there was nothing there, not even the truck! We walked back to her house, still wondering what was going on. Less than 15 minutes later, we heard a scream and an explosion. Everyone ran outside to see what had happened. We ran back to where we were before, where we had seen the explosion. There was absolutly nothing there!! Nothing even remotly close to there!! That same thing has been happening every year now on the same date.This has been going on for the past 4 years. We also seem to have a ghost train near the same spot. the train comes 3 times a month on the 5th, 18th, and 20th. At midnight.

Date: Fri, 23 Oct 1998 21:29:48 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org address anonymous

story Shortly after my husband Gary and I were married, we bought used furniture to be refinished in the basement of my his aunt Anne’s house, which we were told that there was a ghost in her house. After we arrived at his aunt’s house in the middle of the afternoon no one was home, his aunt and uncle were both at work so we started to unload the furniture from the car to bring downstairs to be stored until we were able to come back on the weekend to start refinishing.

While Gary was outside unloading, I had started bringing the smaller pieces downstairs, while I was in the basement I heard someone walking on the wooden floors above me (aunt Anne had a long hallway to the bedrooms which was right above me!) I called out to Gary thinking it was him walking around upstairs and recieved no reply, but kept hearing footsteps over head. I called out again – nothing. I left what I was doing and went to find Gary who was still outside unloading the car and asked him if he was in the house at all, he said he was outside the whole time I was downstairs. When I told him what I had heard, we locked up the house and left.

A few days later, aunt Anne invited us to dinner. The evening was spent talking and joking while we enjoyed each others company. After dinner we went into the livingroom to have our coffee and continue our conversation about their “silent border”, who for years would hide coffee mugs and other things around the house, when the basement door opened and closed all by itself! We all sat in silence, our conversation instantly cut off and just watched the door open and close.

It was a while before we returned to aunt Anne’s, the last we heard she invited a priest to come and perform an exorcism, and the “silent border” was never heard from again.

Date: Sat, 24 Oct 1998 11:45:45 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
email kiwi_39@hotmail.com

story Hi, i’ve really enjoyed looking through all of the stories, it’s nice to know that I’m not crazy! Well here it goes.

I don’t really have a history of seeing things or anything, but as far back as I can rememberI always had really bad nightmares. Some were so scary that I woke up crying. They were so real, when I woke up I couldn’t tell if i was dreaming or not. And another weird thing is that i can feel pain in my dreams. Weird huh?

Well here is my story,

Every night I would go to bed and I would feel a presence of a man (and I still do), so I’d look at my closet and I’d get the feeling that I was supposed to run for my life but at the same time I felt so safe and couldn’t bring myself to run. I’d just lay there looking at the shadowy figure staring back at me, and I’d fall asleep looking at him, wandering who he was and what he was doing in my room.

I told my dad and he wanted to know what the man looked like. I told him he was about 6’3 and had broad shoulders. He said that his grandfather fit the description, my dad said that my great grandpa dies when he was in his eighties. It was his birthday, and every year on his birthday he would get his hair cut, so he decided that he wanted to get his hair cut, my grandpa took him into town and dropped him off at the barber shop and left to run some errands, my great grandpa was in good health and still active, he was in his early to min eighties. So, he was waiting for his haircut, sitting on the bench, and he died, just sitting on the couch waiting to get his hair cut, I think he had a stroke or something.

I think that the man i see every night is my great grandpa, but I’m not sure.

If anyone can help me find out who he is, feel free to e-mail me at kiwi_39@hotmail.com. Thanx for taking time to read my story.

Date: Sat, 24 Oct 1998 16:45:45 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story My entire life, I have always been sensitive to supernatural happenings. What happened to me just confirms that!

About 2 years ago around June or July, a former friend and I were walking in the woods that are by my house. There are rumors in our small town that there is the ghost of a mentally ill man in these woods, but as far as I know, that’s only a rumor. We were just kind of goofing around as we were walking through, and the last thing we were thinking about were ghosts. Even when I got a bad feeling, I didn’t think much of it. But the deeper into the woods we got, the worse the feeling got. It got strange when my friend said, “We should get out of the woods. I have the worst feeling”. This was weird because this was my same feeling! Yet it was only about 1:30pm, and I was in no hurry to get back, so I said, “lets go a little farther”.

For some reason, my friend and I just stopped walking at the same time. All of the sudden, we heard some leaves crunch like someone was stepping on them. My friend and I looked at each other. We heard this sound again. When we looked up, there was this white shape in front of us. It appeared for about 3 or 4 seconds, and then vanished. We ran out of the woods screaming. When we got to my house, we told my brother and his friend what happened, but they didn’t believe us and thought we were making it up.

I am not afraid of what happened and go to these woods often, but I have never seen anything weird since. I swear this story is true.

Date: Tue, 27 Oct 1998 17:48:17 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname K. Campbell
email Girardeau@yahoo.com

I know that most ghost stories are not first hand experiences. People have a tendancy to always know someone who saw something but very few people have actually had a strange experience. This is the case with me. I do, however, know for a fact that this is not a fictional story so I will still send it to you tonight. Several years ago my aunt was asleep one evening when she was woke up by a terrible rage of growling, barking and screeching coming from in front of her house. When she looked outside she literally witnessed three dogs tearing her cat of fifteen years to shreds. By the time she could get outside to her cat the dogs had already torn the poor animal limb from limb. My aunt loved this cat very much and went into a deep mourning for the loss of her cat. Her husband buried the cat outside of her bedrrom window and they eventually trudged on after several very sad days. I can remember my mother several times having to go over to my aunts house and comfort ! ! her during that difficult week. On the seventh day my aunt came home and her cat was standing in front of her house. In absolute fear she approached it and inspected the animal. It was definitely her cat and it folled her inside, and and went to sleep. The logical conclusion to this story is that the cat out front was not my aunts cat. Of course, my aunts cat had never disappeared before or since for any period of time, and it was gone for seven days from the night. This may not sound like a scary story to you but my entire family had the creeps for a long time because of it.

(p.s. My aunt decided not to dig up the other cat for fear that it might not be there!)

Date: Sat, 31 Oct 1998 05:29:24 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story When I 14 years old, I had a few friends over for a slumber party. As was typical for teenage girls we decided to have a seance. We gathered around a candle in the basement of our house and tried to conjure up “spirits”. Well we really had no luck and my mom had just gotten dinner for us. We decided to put out the flame of the candle for safety’s sake since my parents basement wasn’t completely finished yet. We were having our seance in the bathroom since it was the most finished of the rooms. I put out the candle myself by licking my fingers and dousing the flame. We all saw the soke rise and made sure it was out. After all my mom would never let me have another slumber party if I burned the house down.

After dinner we all went back downstairs to talk. My friend that started the seance and I walked into the bathroom because we noticed that the light was on. We were all in kind of a spooky mood and that basement was sort of scary with all of the shadows. Well the light wasn’t on but that candle was burning. The flame was about 10 inches long and floating above the wick by three inces or so. I was scared silly since I knew that I had put out that flame. My friend threw the candle into the sink and turned on the water. I don’t remember getting much sllep that night but I do remember we never tried having a seance again.

Date: Sat, 31 Oct 1998 13:26:24 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Ruth
email blkwolf14@aol.com

story I had a calico cat named Nicely for 18yrs. We had to put her to sleep (old age), in the summer of 1986.

I was heartbroken, I cried myself to sllep for weeks! I even slept with the towel that I had bruoght her to the hospital in. Well my mother thought I should grive before getting another cat… I didn’t want to replace Nicely I just didn’t want to feel the “missing” (if you know what I mean.).

Well, being so misirable my mother had given into getting another cat. We went to the ASPCA, and found a all white kitten with blue eyes. She had a lot of spunk! I was perposely wanting one that looked nothing like Nicely. All was well… Untill 3 weeks the cat was gone?! We couldn’t find her anywhere (I mean we looked everywhere!!!) We made flyers and put them up in the building and the street. No sign or word of her. I was devastated!

After some time, we went back to the ASPCA and I found and all black kitten, she was cute and liked to lick me. Make a long story short, same thing happened 3 weeks later! (My mom to this day will not believe it happened this way). Well you can image how freeked out I was, not only did I lose my Nicely now I can’t seem to hang on to any cat!

Still heartbroken I thought I would try one more time. This time I had to use another name at the ASPCA because they were wonder what I was doing.

I found the most adorible kitten! She was black with white feet and a little white in her face. She sat just like nicely did and seemed to a little act like her too. I felt a bond with the other 2 but this was different. I was not going to lose this one! 3 weeks later on a Sunday, I followed this cat everywhere! I wouldn’t let her out of my sight for a second! I wouldn’t even run out to the store for cigarettes, for fear that would be the moment she would dissapear!! I am proud to say she is a happy, healthy cat! Except for color they are twins. But if you if ask me they are too much alike – I think she is Nicely!

Date: Sat, 31 Oct 1998 17:29:20 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story This is a story my grandfather told me once. When I say once, I mean it. It was a while ago, and I could be elaborating on it, but only a little. If I do, I apologize. There are others, but this is one I think other people would find most interesting because there may be others who know about this. It’s about the lights in Hornet. I don’t remember if it’s Mississippi or Misourri.

At any rate, at one time my grandfather took a trip to see them. He had heard about them and wanted to see them for himself. He got there-there is apparently a field outside of town, and stood up at the road with other people who had come for the same reason. It was some time after dusk. Presently, an orange globe, like someone carrying a lantern, started bobbing along the horizon.

My grandfather decided he was going to go down and see what it was. Some other people tried to convince him not to go, but he decided he would. He walked down off the road. The feild wasn’t totally level, and he had to go down some gullys and when he got to the top of one very close to where he judged the globe to have been, it wasn’t there! He looked around, but it was no where to be seen. He walked back, and when he turned back at the road, it was back again!

This made him a little upset. Some of the people asked him what it looked like close up, and he said, “It wasn’t there, didn’t you see it dissaper and come back when I got back?” One of the others there replied, “No, it didn’t go away, it floated right around you the whole time you were there! Are you sure you didn’t see it?”

When I was told it, my grandfather swore to me that it was true. I was about five, but it was easy to tell when my grandfather was kidding me. Anyone else who was there when my grandfather was can attest to this. You have only to find them if you don’t believe me.

Kate

Date: Wed, 4 Nov 1998 12:55:30 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story This story is short but true. It happened to me when i was about 5 years old or so,my mom had asked me to go to her bedroom and get something for her. Our house is considered a decent size to ppl that visit so to a 5 year old it is huge,I remember that my grandparents were there for dinner along with my sisters and dad.Iwent to there room as i was told and i remember walking up to my mom’s make-up mirror. the mirror has 1 in front and 2 mirrors right next to them.I was always fasinated to go in there so i can see all of her make up. As i went up to the mirror i started to look around and someone said my name so i looked up expecting to see someone but as i looked up and into the mirror i saw the figure of my grandmother in the mirror. It wasn’t like a figure when you look at yourself it was more of a glowing image with just her hair and a very faint picture of her face. I was petrified. i went to get what i was told and as i was walking back to the living room through the hallway i looked and saw my shadow along with the shadow of what i saw in the mirror following me. I ran as fast as i could to the other side of the house and asked if anyone had been in the room while i was there. To my amazement they all said no and where shocked to hear my story,my little sister later told me that she to is for some reason scared to be in the house alone. Our house was the first built on the block so i knew noone else lived there prior. My parents still live there and have never had any strange experiences,but as for me i refuse to ever go in the room alone or stay there myself.

Date: Wed, 4 Nov 1998 14:53:53 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Sarah
email sassysw@hotmail.com

story When I was about 11 my parents decided it was time to move the family out to the country. They bought about 800 acres. On this 800 acres there was trees in a certain area and in the trees there was an old homestead, well actually it was just the foundation of an old house. The house it self no longer stood, but the concrete foundation was there. Any way it was first planned that our house would also be built in the treed area, but later it was decided to build right outside of the trees. The owners of this old homestead were a couple that had escaped from the holocaust in Germany and somehow ended up on the property. I don’t know much about this couple other than what I just said. As I was growing up I always sensed a precence. I would often go and play in the treed area but of course I never went out there after dark, and neither did my brother and sister. So at night I would sit in my house and often times I would see somebody looking in at me. It was always a woman and never the man. She never came into our home, but would just look in. I never felt that she was threating in anyway, just curious.

The man though would come into the house. I remember once I was asleep and for some reason I awoke to find this figure/shadow sitting on the edge of my bed. It was wierd because I remember I could see through him, but I didn’t feel threatened and I fell back asleep. I didn’t feel his presence in the house as often as I would feel the womans outside the house. Upon going outside I would always feel like somebody was watching me especially when I went in the treed area. We cleaned up and threw away all the would that was around the old homestead for never touched the wood on the inside. Now upon thinking back I remember that we never went into the foundation, it just seemed wierd!

Sorry this was so long!

Date: Wed, 4 Nov 1998 16:44:57 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname monica hong
email hwy210@briefcase.com

story This story is true. It happened to my grandmother 2 years ago and it involved my uncle and my aunt. I know that this is true because my grandmother is really religous and she never lies to anyone.

My uncle had been ill for quite some time and had to have an operation that was supposedly meant to cure him of his illness. He had his operation that night, except the surgical procedure went wrong and he was even more sick then before. As my uncle rested in the hospital private ward, my aunt and my grandmother prayed to God that s/he would not take my uncle away. hours passed and my aunt eventually fell asleep, but my grandmother was still wide awake with anxiety. My grandmother could not stay still and decided to get something to eat from the vending machine down the corridoor. As she drank coffee and ate her muffin, at 1:03am she heard a distinct closing of the door of my uncle’s room and footsteps walking down to the exit. She knew that it was my uncle’s room because it was the only room in the ward. At first she thought that my aunt had gone out for a smoke, but out of nowhere a figure of my uncle walked towards her and said he came to say goodbye and he said that he l! ! oved her and his wife and everyone else in the family, but it was his time and he had to go. Naturally, my grandmother thought that he was only saying these stuff because he had been haevily sedated. Still in shick that he had recovered so quickly, she didn’t notice that he had gone. My grandmother walked back to the ward, ready to scold her daughter for leaving the room, hence enabling my uncle to walk around the hospital unsupervised. But as she entered the room, my aunt was all teary and she told her that my uncle had passed away. My grandmother was shocked and asked her at what time did he pass away, and my aunt said 1:03am, it was even written on his record that he died at 1:03am. My grandmother was startled and clearly in shock. She told my aunt what had happened and the two began to cry.

That’s all i can say, but all i told is true.

Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 17:08:19 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Debbie
email ddsjav@aol.com

story My ghost story began about four years ago. My family and I moved into our new home which happens to be about one hundred years old. We were getting settled in and talking to people about our home and all the work we had to do to fix it up. It was then we heard the story of the little boy of the previous owners. He had drowned many years back. This was a little creepy to because their is a pond on our property,and I have four small children to worry about. I did some asking around and was relieved to find out that it did not happen in our pond. It was several days later that I began to notice odd things,such as our t.v. turning back on by itself and many of my kids toys being moved or played with long after they had gone to bed. I tried to explain it to myself as just being the new house. Then I met our neighbor. She was worried that there may still be an old water trough out at the barn,and was concerned for our kids.I assured her there was not anything out there. T! ! hat is when she told me the story of the little girl who had drowned in it almost one hundred years ago.She remembered the story being told to her. Ireally could not believe that there were two young children that had lived in this house and had drowned. I was a little worried now and started to pay more attention to the strange things going on in the house. I would hear toys being played with and would many times sense a presence around me. There would also be times when our dog would act crazy and chase around what seemed like nothing to me. But the most chilling part of the story was yet to happen. On March 27,1996 our 18 month old daughter wandered out of our sight while we were outside working. We began to look for her and after a few minutes I started to panic, then it was if someone or something took control of me. I ran to our pond and floating face down in the cold water was my precious baby. Iran into the water and grabbed her. She was very cold,blue,and not breathin! ! g. After I gathered my thoughts I began CPR as my husband called 911. Thank God this story has a happy ending because she came out of the ordeal perfectly healthy and normal. I still get visits from my little ghosts but I am no longer alarmed, I believe that the spirits of those other lost babies did not want to see any more drownings at this house.

Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1998 14:44:40 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
email MARK3110@AOL.COM

story I was a Navy Corpsman stationed at the Naval Regional Medical Center Camp Pendelton Calf. I was there in the mid 1970s. I was assigned to the medical intensive care unit. The first patient I was charged with was a crusty old retired Naval Chief. This guy would cuss you up one side and down the other for very minor things. Well his conditioned deterioated to the point of having to be placed on a respirator. Having done this it was imposible to speak. This did not slow his anger in the least. To make a long story short he wrote to us that he would “get us back” for all the things he had to undergo. What he didnt understand was the “torture” we put him thru was thearpys of different types. Well this poor guy went thru this for about a year. I was working the night tour and at 1:30 am it was apparent he was dying. I started wrighting notes and getting the ekg machine working. We had non-resusation orders on this fellow, so I sat by his bedside to try and comfort him. At th! ! e excat time his heart stopped my pen ran out of ink, the stop clock above his bed started by its self, and the ekg machine ran out of paper. This all happened within 1-2 min. As any medical tech knows as ekg paper gets to the last 5 min (of paper) a red mark is imprinted on the roll. This roll didnt have the marks visible. I have seen LOTS of people die since as I am now a Paramedic and have never seen this type of stuff ever again.

Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 15:55:14 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Gavin Earsing
email LMPBZKT925@aol.com

Ok, my friends and I lived on this Navy Base and there was this old hospital across the street. Everyone always told us it was haunted, but we didnt believe them. So to prove that we weren’t scared of ghost we went down there. The ghost was supposed to be a old man, without legs(he got them blown out in the war). There is a picture in the top of the hospital with survivors of the war and he was in it. There is no record of him being in the picture or even in the Navy. So thats who people say is downn in the basement. So we took the elevator down to the basement. As soon as we got down there we were already creeped out, because there were tons of old stuff that hadnt been used for years. All of a sudden my friend said, “hey dude look at this.” So I looked and it look like a head was peering out the side of the hall-way. We were freaked out, and we just stood there. Soon enough it disapeared and we heard a bang noise. My friend Aaron was not nezt anymore just his brother. His b! ! rother was freaking out and yealling. We heard another bang noise and an old I.V. dropped to the floor, then an old hospital wheel bed. We ran like heck and we saw him. A full figured man with a cigar in his hand and no legs in this little navy suit.He was a gleamycolor allmost see through and he scared the jeebers out of us. We ran to the stair case and the door wouldn’t open. So we ram do the elevator and it wouldn’t open. So we ran to the other stair case and got up to the main floor. Aaron was sitting in the chair shivering like he fell in ice cold water. 2 months later people went down there to rebuild, but said something was down there. So they nebver rebuilt down there again.

Ever since that day I believe in ghost and won’t let anybody tell me there not real,because that day I felt like death had brushed me bye.

Date: Tue, 24 Nov 1998 16:12:37 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story I had just returned to bed one night, at home after getting a glass of water, when I looked off to my right and saw a classmate of mine, who lived twenty miles away, leaning on my wall. “We have a meeting,” he said. I retreated under the covers and tried to sleep. A few weeks later, I was at a campground at Rocky Mountain National Park, when it became dark out, and needing a flashlight, I headed off to my tent to get one. As I was rummaging in the dark tent, I heard rustling in the bushes. I stepped out again, and there was my classmate Chris once more. Although it was late at night, Chris’ face reflected a twilight-colored light. He pointed to the sky. “Look. You can see all the Milky Way. I looked up ,and the sky was dotted with hundreds of stars. I walked back down to the fire pit, hearing Chris’ footsteps behind me. As I turned on my light, I remembered that Chris hadn’t come on this camping trip! I looked behind me and up. Chris was gone and the sky was black and ! ! starless.

Date: Wed, 25 Nov 1998 22:13:53 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Kyla
email rmccall@attcanada.net

story I have so many stories, I could go on forever telling tales of my supernatural experiences! But for today, I shall tell one, short story. I lived in a very small town which consisted of 2 streets and nothing more. We had a library and a general store and that was pretty much it! But we did have the most beautiful, old graveyard. Being a lover of graveyards, I used to walk around in that place for hours, just reading all the old headstones. One day, on one of my many trips to this graveyard, I saw an old lady standing over one of the older graves. Being a small town, I thought I knew everyone and I didn’t recognize this lady. She was a stout little woman wearing a black shirt and a long, blue skirt. She wore a black scarf around her gray hair. She didn’t say anything, she didn’t do anything. She merely stood over that old grave with a very solemn look upon her face. I watched her as I approached the cemetary. A tree was in my way of my view of the woman, so ! ! naturally, I walked behind the tree (rather than into it:)); but when I had a clear view of the woman again, she was gone! It was a matter of seconds. I started to look around. She couldn’t have been hiding anywhere. If she had walked away, I would have seen her. And she didn’t look agile enough to try to run away! I walked over to the grave she was gazing upon and saw the name of a woman who had died in her late years in the 1940’s. I can’t help but wonder if it was that woman’s grave and her spirit decided to visit.

Date: Sun, 29 Nov 1998 16:49:40 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story I visit Gettysburg,PA often and one day upon arriving at our hotel[The Gettysburg Hotel circa 1797]I took some pictures of my family “horsing around” in our room and then we went out onto the battlefield. Right above “Devils Den” there is a place called “The triangular field” and is also my most favorite place of all the battlefields. There are several large rocks and i always sit on one particular rock and take in the scenery and imagine the confederate soldiers running up through this field and a lot of times I take pictures. But this time was different, I felt a strange feeling this time. Strange indeed, when I got my film developed the only pictures that came out were the ones I took of my family playing in the hotel room. Every picture I took of the “Triangular Field” did not come out. Even the negatives were blank. Freaked me out! But I have to say I’m glad because I always knew that Gettysburg is the most haunted place in America!

Short (but true) Stories, Page 6

Date: Thu, 17 Sep 1998 10:56:26 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Gabrielle
email gabofpa@aol.com

In 1986, I lost twin boys at 7 1/2 months. For years, I would see light flashes and always felt their presence. In 1991, I was living in a very old house in the historic section of the city. All wood floors. My step-daughter, Chelsea, 3 yrs old was visiting along with my niece and nephew. I had asked my husband to take them to the playgound 2 blocks away to play while I got a shower. While I was upstairs showering, I could hear running and giggling. I turned off the shower and yelled out to my husband in anger, because he was supposed to take them to the playground. He did not answer. I looked out the window and they were not in site. I turned the shower back on, and once again, heard the running and giggling. Only this time, I could feel the impact of the feet through the floor. I again yelled out, but no one was around. When I finished showering and getting dressed, my husband and the kids came through the front door. I scolded my husband for not doing as I aske! ! d as he promised he would take them. He insisted that he did, and they were just getting back. My niece and nephew went home that night; Chelsea stayed over. We took her home the next day. Later that evening, I received a call from her mother. She asked if we had company over night. I told her that we did not. She said that Chelsea told her that there she was playing with two little boys in her bedroom the night before! I contacted a medium, she instructed me in what I could do to set them free, and it seemed to have worked. I have since moved, and have had different experiences, and have erie photos of what appears to be several ghosts. They don’t really take the form of a human. They are more like bright round lights and in some cases, large clouds of smoke, sometimes in the shape of a horseshoe.

Date: Sun, 20 Sep 1998 11:49:30 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Liza
email lizanic@hotmail.com

story It began when we moved into the neighborhood on August 12th, 1998. Burrs Mill Estates was a large, spread out neighborhood located deep in the pine barrens in a sleepy town called Southampton, in NJ. It began on the second night of our stay, at exactly ten o’clock. Loud, strange music echoed through the neighborhood, ethnic music with bongo drums, circus-like keyboard music, and men wailing strangely in minor keys. My dad got out of bed and went outside to try and find the source of the strange rhythms. He found another family that was out looking for it too, but try as they might, they could not find the source, and they looked at every single house. The next day, as I told my friends Erica about it, she nodded and told me that that music has been a mystery for years. She and other people THINK they know where it’s coming from, and showed me a modern house on a corner. I accepted this until I got home and told my mom. She said there was no way, because, being ! ! a professor of music, she knew the difference between live and recorded music, and this was definatley live, and so loud that if it really was coming from that house it would be earth-shattering when anyone walked by it, and my dad gave no reports of being blasted when he walked by it. Sometime me and erica are going to find out what really happened in this neighborhood to cause the “ghost music.” I am submitting this story because I would like some replies on what I should do, and maybe some ideas about it. Thanks, Liza. E-mail me at lizanic@hotmail.com. Thanks.

Date: Mon, 21 Sep 1998 09:26:07 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Amanda Martin
email amartin@futurenet.bc.ca

story It happend about 6 years ago at my friends house. I was spending the night and we were sitting in the living room playing nintendo when I asked my friend what time it was. So she got up and went to the kitchen to check the time, when she was gone i felt something pass by me and I thought it was my friend so I asked her “did you find out the time?” I was glued to the t.v playing nintendo of course. When nobody answered me i turned around and saw this figure of white. I gasped and ran into the kitchen looking for my friend i told her what happend and she said, “Ya my house is haunted cuz the other night i was here alone, and i was sitting in the living room watching t.v when i heard something coming up the stairs. I thought my parents were home. So I yelled, ‘Hi mom’ and nobody was their.” She told me that’s why she asked me to spend the night to see if i would see anything strange like that. This story is true believe it or not is swear on my grandmothers’ gra! ! ve.

Date: Tue, 22 Sep 1998 20:51:46 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Arificial Human #8
email jedite40@hotmail.com

story Baby’s Arm.

This is an unusual experiance because it happened to me at school in class. But let me tell ya, it scared the living crap outta me.

It happened in class to me one day. I was reading a novel I had bought to class when a tiny arm, like the arm of a baby reached out and grasped my forearm, then it disappeared suddenly. I can still feel the grasp of the hand. It felt warm, like somthing alive. Nobody in my class had arms that small. this was specifically like the arm of a very small child. But ghosts of babies don’t usually hang around schools. To this day I don’t know what the hell happened. maybe it was reaching out to me because it thought I was the only one who could sense it. Poor little tyke, it really pains me to think of the ghost of a baby trapped in limbo, and in a school nontheless. I hope someday sombody sets it free.

Date: Tue, 22 Sep 1998 21:51:49 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Artificial Lifeform #8
email jedite40@hotmail.com

story Touched by a Devil.

A funny name for a not so funny experiance. I’ve had alot of weird stuff happen to me, and this wasn up there with some of the worst. It happened about seven years ago, when I was living in a trailer, which oddly until then was devoid of parinormal goings on. I shared a room with my little brother, with me getting the top bunk. Well, one night somthing seemed odd. I could hear creepy music playing out of nowhere. Now if there’s one thing that seems to be common with these paranormal occurances in my life its the strange music that starts up before somthing eerie happens. I tried to ignore it when WHUMP! I felt as well as heard two hands clomp down on my back really hard! I could hear my little brother snoring away, it was not him. I passed out on the spot. I don’t know what the hell it was. This was definitely not like the experiance with the infants ghost. This thing was malicious and wanted to do me harm. I’m always reminded of why I sleep on my stomach when st! ! uff like this happens, would you want to wake up face to face with god knows what?!

P.S.: There’s somthing going on in my kitchen right now, either the cats have gotten into mischeif, or sombody is less than pleased that I’m writing this. The last time I wrote in, I was punished severely by the dark forces that haunt me. Lets just say they hit me where it hurt.

Date: Fri, 25 Sep 1998 13:36:37 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname *melissa*
email dandelion5@aol.com

story I feel very strange submitting this as I tended to not believe those “and then I found out ______” stories until this event happened to me.

A few years ago, my mom & step-dad moved our family to a home in Indian Valley, Virginia. It was an old house & was strange in the fact that there were 2 doors that had been removed & closed up with new wall-board & wooden siding (but it obviously hadn’t been redone well since we could tell something had been removed). It was also just a creepy house in general but that’s another story. About five feet to the left of the house was a root cellar. It wasn’t attached to the house like most root cellars, and was very small & dug into the mountain side. For some reason it was a very frightening place to all of us except our step-dad. My mother didn’t go into it & when my sister & I would be going home, espescially in the evening, we would run past it. I was absolutely terrified to go past it alone in the evening, and would go far out of my way to approach the house from the other side of the hill.

Even the older guys would not go into the rootcellar alone. After my step-dad deserted us (cuz he was an ass), my mother had some of the neighbourhood teens & one of their fathers clean it out. They were pretty freaked & would not let the door be shut while they were in there & just really let it be known that they were getting the creeps from the place. Now these are not the type of men to let it be known they are freaked out, they were very macho types.

We never really thought about why we were frightened of the root cellar, we just accepted it as something that was. When we finally were getting ready to move my grandmother was talking to a man that lived down the road about the area & the house. She mentioned how creepy the rootcellar was & the man told her that his brother had hung himself in there. My grandma didn’t tell us this until we’d finished moving so we wouldn’t be scared. But when she told us it just made so much sense, given the vibes the place gave off. It wasn’t a ghost but there was definetely a presence.

Date: Wed, 30 Sep 1998 13:58:37 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Jess
email Juniper693@aol.com

story Well, to start off i will say that all my life i have been, i guess in contact with the other side. i could tell many of my experiences but the one i will choose is the one that i am currently experiencing. i have lived in my current house for 5 years. when i first lived here not many things happened but as time went on i started hearing children and the voices of people. i was sort of scared at first because that is a natural reaction but then i relized how sad the situation is because they are little children trapped between worlds. they will always call for there mother during thunderstorms. i believe that i have seen a little girl in my front yard late at night, while letting my dog out. i stood there and stared her for a few second then my dog started running after her and she sort of just disappeared. every night when i go to bed i hear voices and i am not the only one. My brother and his soon to be wife both heard the children one night durning a horrible thunder! ! storm. My grandmother has also heard them. she is deaf and at night time when she sleeps she takes out her hearing aids. my sister and i both heard the children the same night she did. when we came downstairs the next morning, she asked us, did you girls have little kids over last night cause i though i saw and here some running around. that scared us a little too. my mother has also heard the children. i recentally found out that where is live is known to be haunted by many people. there was a family on my street that died. all of them. the husband wife and daughter they all died of heartattaks. the people in the house that i live in were best freinds with the people that died. i also found out that a battle during the french and indian war took place on the land that we all, in the neighborhood live on. one more thing, supposedly (no facts to base this on) ghost haunt this stream that goes all through my town, that stream is in my backyard. i just found out about all these ! ! things within the past three days so i am rather excited. thats my story!

Date: Sun, 4 Oct 1998 20:45:08 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story My story took place when I was eight. My friend and I were deep into ghosts, monsters, and legends. We weren’t the average eight years olds who were afraid of the dark, we actually liked the dark because it was easier to get scared in the dark. For Christmas, I received a Oujii Board and we couldn’t wait to use it. We asked for spritis to come and show themselves, but after several tries and no sprits (so we thought), we gave up.

We left the board out with the pointer still positioned on it and proceeded to play Barbies in my new three-story Barbie dream house with elevator. In order to work the elevator, you had to pull a string that ran along the side. In our play, we pretended that one of the dolls was a ghost the haunted a family. We were at the peek of our play when suddenly my noise clamoured house became suddenly quiet. My friend and I immediately noticed the change. We looked at each other with wide eyes for a few moments and decided to go investigate. No sooner than we had dropped our dolls, than my doll house elevator began to move up and down all by itself! We froze as it was taking place, but when the elevator stopped on the second floor (something that couldn’t have been done without SOMEONE holding the string there) we screamed and ran.

I put away my Oujii Board for good after that night, but the doll house remained standing. It wasn’t until it was moved into my room that the problems started. Sometimes I was awakened out of sound sleep by the the crashing of my doll house to the floor. It never stayed standing for more than two nights. The doll house was removed from my room after way too many sleepless nights.

Over active imagination of an eight year old? Perhaps, but consider this:

ALL OCCURENCES ENDED AFTER BOTH OUJII AND DOLL HOUSE WERE DESTROYED!!!!! HMMMMMMMMM??????

From: “Katie Phillips” (lisyas@hotmail.com)
To: ghost-discuss@aurora.cdb.com
Subject: Bertha’s farewell
Date: Sat, 06 Feb 1999 16:28:36 PST

When I met my ex-husband, his mother was already dying of cancer. She’d first been diagnosed about 10 or 15 years prior, gone into remission, and come out again. This particular round had been going on for about 4 years. She had initially been reluctant to see her doctor because of a very traumatic experience she’d had with her previous doctor. In the end, her hesitancy cost her precious time. An early diagnosis might have saved her, but by the time she went to the doctor, the cancer had spread. When I knew her she had tumors in her stomach, liver, lungs, and brain.

About a week before she passed, her mother (she was in her 40’s-very young to die) placed her in an in-patient hospice unit. Her son (now my ex-) was taking an early afternoon nap. In a dream he saw her come up to him, wave at him, and slowly walk away. He was roused from the dream by the phone ringing. She had just slipped into a coma. She never came out of it. We went to the hospital, and if I’ve ever seen a human shell, that’s what her body was. You could tell by looking at it that the soul that animated it had moved on. The body ceased to live a few hours later. She never came out of that coma.

I think, perhaps she was trying to make it easier on him. He’d never experienced the death of a loved one before, and for his first experience to be his mother, I think that made the whole thing that much more difficult. I’m not sure he’s ever gotten over it, and that happened 8 years ago.

-Katie

Date: Mon, 5 Oct 1998 14:20:49 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story My girlfriend and I were babysitting her 2 cousins at her aunts home. Her aunts home just happened to be the apartment behind a funeral home. Well it was late one night, the two girls were sleeping when one jumped out of bed sceaming “The Man, he’s gonna kill me!” Well we told her she was just having a bad dream and to go back to bed, eventually she fell back asleep. Another hour or so goes by and we (for some strange reason) were both looking at the wall in front of us when a large wave went through the wall from the kitchen to the girls bedroom, we got a little spooked but figured it was just our imagination and tried to forget about it, but what ever this was did not let us. In the girls room it seemed almost as though there was a disco ball in there, lights were flashing without light bulbs, the dresser started shaking, the older girl (5 at the time) woke up screaming “The Man The Man” but odly enough the younger girl (3 at the time) slept through the whole thi! ! ng as if nothing was going on. Well after that we packed up the girls and took them to my house, where everything is pretty much normal. The next day we had a physic go to the apartment, she said there were 2 spirits, one was a kind younger women, the other was a man, this physic really couldn’t tell us to much about them but before this happened I did not believe in ghosts or life after death or any of that stuff, but you can believe that I willnever doubt anyone’s ghost storis again.

Date: Tue, 6 Oct 1998 02:39:35 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Michelle
email moonsstarr@aol.com

Well theres a place here in Harrisburg,PA and its called Mummy’s Hill. It’s a cemetary. It’s in the woods and u have to walk up a hill to get to it. It’s a favorite spot of mine and some friends, its a lovely place to hike. Well one night when we went up we stated to get a very wierd feeling, like we always do but this time the feeling was stronger. My friend and I started to get scared and we had never gotton scared we had always felt comfortable there. So we decided to listen to our gut and get out fast. As we were leaving we saw this big, bright ball of white light. And it went right through us. I was so scared i couldn’t move.

My friend and I had always “felt” that the spirit at Mummy’s Hill was a female, and now we have that feeling even stronger. I dont know what it was but i know it was something special and I also have a feeling that it needs something. I dont know.

To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Date: Wed, 7 Oct 1998 00:43:48 EDT
Subj: Re: Ghost Story of the Day
From: rhysati@hotmail.com (SaRaH GiBBS)

I have a ghost story that ties into the ouija board theme. Our town has a small theator which was very active in the 20s but burnt down, and it was recently restored and opened to the public. one of the first preformances was the musical “Bye Bye Birdie” which i had a part in. the other performers and i were all very stereotypical of the theator set, very dramatic and stuff, so we decided it would be fun to have a lock in to start off the rehersal period, and to try and contact former actors with a ouija board for fun(we were mostly non believers) at the lock in we ended up splitting into two differnt groups, one below the stage and one in the lobby, i was in the lobby, each group had a board and separately tried to contact “Charlie” the ghost who supposedly haunted the theator, i do not know how Charlie came to inhabit the theator, some said he perished in the fire, some said he hung himself on an opening night, and others claimed he fell from the balcony. nothing unusual happened during the actual seance, most of which consisted of skeptical teens manipulating the board to say what they wanted it to say, until suddenly the other group came running onstage screaming that they had contacted something and that it was going to kill them, when we investigated we found that all the mirrors in the dressing areas had been shattered, at first we blamed the group that had been down there, but then the stage lights snapped on, the sound booth was locked and we could all see, when standing on the stage, that it was empty, yet the lights, which could only be moved by a human hand were moving back and forth, as we watched, the spotlight snapped on as well and swayed back and forth. this went on for about five minutes and then stopped. even though most of us wanted to leave immediately, the bravest (or dumbest) amoung us convinced us to stay, and nothing else happened that night. however, most of the members of the cast experienced further unexplained occurences. my personal experience had me alone in the theator for some reason, builing sets, i had gone to the bathroom when all the lights turned off and i heard the sound of a little girl giggling, at first i thought it was one of the cast members, but when i got out of the bathroom (i am very afraid of the dark) no one was there.

i know that there are very easy explanations to the occurences, but i truly think we stirred something up, and that it is still there. needless to say, that night caused a lot of new rules to be made, one of them forbidding the use of ouija boards in the theator

rhys

Date: Sat, 10 Oct 1998 19:00:04 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname kayle
email firepsycho@hotmail.com

story When i was very young, around the age of 3 or 4(i am now 13) i could always see or hear people that did not actually exist. Of course everybodys heard of “imaginary friends” right? And i am sure the majority of us had one when we where young, either because you didnt have many friends, or because your friends where all much older than you, therfore you couldn’t do as much as they did, example:crossing the street by yourself, or staying up late etc. Well in my case, I lived on a street with a lot of kids, but i was the youngest. So, I had an imaginary friend. Her name was Jennifer, she had long blond hair and the bluest eyes i had ever seen. I would often talk to her as if she were a real human being, My mother can recall me laughing and having entire conversations with her. When I reached the age of 6, I had moved to another home and made alot of friends my age, Jennifer dissapeard, forever. This isn’t the end of my story. When I would go to visit my grand-mother who lived on a farm, I would stand at the edge of her driveway and here people calling my nam! ! e, they sounded so distant, so muffled. Then at night, I would sleep in the basement, and i could see figures starting to appear and they would become clearer and clearer until I could see them perfectly, I could see a poker table, with men in pin striped suits sitting around it. There was about 5 or 6 of them. They would smoke cigars, drink martinis and socialise. I take that they where gangsters. I would be so frightened that I would sit in the bed and cry and cry, until one night they started talking me. All I could remembre was that they where telling me that it was ok, and that they meant no harm. After that night, they dissapeard. I don’t know why I saw these non-existant beings, I don’t see them any more, But I talked to a friend about it and she said that spirits are drawn to young children, so thats my opinion. I don’t see these beings anymore, this is just all from my memory.

Date: Sun, 11 Oct 1998 10:34:34 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Chris
email filter769@hotmail.com

story This story takes place on old Cape Cod. My family and I moved into a house that was, for the most part, on the beach, as well as haunted by the previous owner’s late husband. One night, about a year or two after we bought the place, I was sleeping in my room. I heard footsteps coming up the basement steps. I thought nothing of it. Then, slowly, my bedroom door started to open. Ok, now I was just a little scared. Then, as I looked to see who was opening the door, I saw that no one was there! I was freaked, so, being younger, I hid under the covers of my bed. As I peeked my head out, there was the face of an old man, STARING ME RIGHT IN THE FACE!!! I screamed like a banchee, and he disappeared. After that, I got pretty used to him coming in some times, he wasn’t a mean ghost or anything, just a nice old man looking at who the kid was sleeping in his guest room.

Date: Sun, 11 Oct 1998 13:54:52 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story This story is not really good but I hope it is interesting. My best frien ,Raven, and his parents ran a small dance hall in my hometown before it closed. They also lived there and sometimes he would invite me to watch a movie with him.

Here’s the odd part. One night he invited me over and we turned on a movie and started to relax. We watched the first tape of the series and took a break. We went to the snack bar to get munchies and I heard a thumping from his room. I thought that it was his cat so I went to get it. My friend was a neat freak and his room reflected this so when I went into the darkened room and tripped I was surprised. I had been in there earlier, talking on the CB and hadn’t noticed anything out of place. I flipped on the light and saw that his CB setup had been moved about 20 feet. This freaked me out ’cause the thing was a concoction of 80 lbs of metal and wire. I looked up and saw a blob DISSAPPEAR into the wall. I screamed, and ran, and paniced. I must have looked like I was about to pass out because he took me out to his car. I told him what ha happened and he said that he had noticed it too. Voices coming from the CB when it was off, things moving by themselves, and the cat would n! ! ot go into the back room closet. I don’t know anything about the buildings history but I know that Raven , my friend , Sonya, and I all see things in that building at around 10:40 at night. And only when there are two or fewer people.

Date: Wed, 14 Oct 1998 10:55:24 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Roy
email roy.carrillo@sagate1.kelly.af.mil

I few years ago, my dad pasted away. He always told us that when he ever died, he would come back and visit it us once he got settled in the other world. I told him jokingly, how would I know it was him or someone else. He told me that if one day, I were to smell cologne that he always put on, that would be him. I just laugh it off. Anyway, not long after he pasted away did I awoke early in the morning smelling that same cologne that my dad use to wear. I was reaping in it. I felt the bed move and I suddenly heard a very faint sigh.. I felt like something heavy was getting off my bed. My dad was a heavy set man. I was to scared to move but then I realize that it was my dad trying to tell me that it was him. I then heard footsteps moving away from my room and down the hall. I heard noises coming from the kitchen. The refrigerator door opening and closing. My dad use to visit and stay with me once in awhile. He always liked to raid my refrigerator at night while I w! ! as asleep. After a few minutes, I was able to move and walk toward the kitchen. At that time, I heard a conversation between two people coming from the room he use to sleep in. I could not make out the conversation because they were talking too fast and sounded like it was coming from a tunnel. At first I was too scared to say anything, then I thought I should try and speak to my dad. All at once before I could say anything, the conversation stopped. I could still smell the cologne all over my body. I could see a large black shadow moving towards me from the bedroom. I couldn’t make out the face but I knew it was my dad. He stood there for a few seconds and then he disappeared. At that moment, the smell from the cologne was gone. That same morning, I called my brother and told him was I had experienced. He told me that approximately the same time, he also heard a noise in his bedroom and then a bright light lited up the room. That was the last time I ever saw my d! ! ad again. I still hear the noises in the kitchen and the footstep in the hall, but I never smelled his cologne again.

Date: Wed, 14 Oct 1998 22:23:00 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story I am a Civil War reenactor and I was recently in Gettysburg PA. for the 135th Anniversary re-enactment.

Supposedly Gettysburg has many haunted places and I always wanted to see a ghost there. After the reenactment battle each day, my buddies and I would wander to the battlefield in the evening in the hopes of sighting a ghost. Our efforts were fruitless. On July 4, 1998 I went to bed at the re-enactment site after the usual campfire discussion with friends. The night was unusually cold for July and I huddled under my wool blanket in order to stay warm. My tent mate was asleep next to me and everything appeared to be normal. At about 4:00 am I awoke to the sensation that someone was shaking my leg, trying to wake me up. I called to my tent mate to stop, but he was sound asleep next to me….under a blanket. I sat up and felt a rustling in the straw next to me. I had just woken up, but at this point I realized that I may be having a paranormal experience. As the movement went towards the front of the tent a figure appeared before me, right outside the tent flaps. I looked up to see a Confederate soldier staring at me. I can plainly remember his face and uniform as if it were a real person. The apparition had a slight bluish tint to it and the man was dirty with torn trousers and a scruffy beard. After about five seconds the ghost turned around and disappeared about ten feet away. I found out later that the place where we were camped was near a Confederate field hospital during and after the battle.

Date: Thu, 15 Oct 1998 15:56:54 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story A friend of mine told me about your web site and I must say that I really enjoy all of the stories. I thought I would share a story that was told to me by my grandmother. We both believe in ghosts and I think she knew that I would appreciate what she was about to tell me. My grandmother’s sister (my great aunt) use to llive in New York, while my grandmother and their mother (my great grandmother) lived in Maryland. One night, my great aunt was reading a book in her bed before going to sleep. She says that something made her look up. When she did, she saw the image of my great grandmother (her mother) standing in the doorway. My great grandmother just smiled and faded away. My great aunt didn’t think anything of it, dismissing it as just being tired and her mother being in her thoughts. A couple of weeks later, my great aunt was visiting my great grandmother in Maryland. My great grandmother asked her if she remembered when she visited her. My great aunt said, “Sure, Mom, you and Sis have visited me often.” My great grandmother said “No, I mean the time when you were reading in your bed.” Needless to say, my great aunt got the chills, but she remembered. My great grandmother said “Good. I have visited you often, but you have nevered seen me. I just like to check on you and make sure you are okay.”

Date: Sun, 18 Oct 1998 18:05:46 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Sarah Secreto
email ena@telusplanet.net

story My mom told me this story, I know it’s true. One Warm night, in the summer of ’82, my parents went to bed late. Probably around one in the morning. They had shut off the lights, and snuggled in under a light blanket. They had been in bed in the dark for no more than ten minutes when a women spoke to them. Actually all she said was, “Stewart.”

That’s my dad’s name. My dad was half asleep and thought my mom had said it. My mom was immediatly spooked. My dad said,”What?” Of course my mom told him,”Ii didn’t say that!” They both sat up in bed and turned on the lamp. No one was there and nothing else occured. My parents say they didn’t recognise the voice that came from the area infront of the bed. To this day my moms swears this actually happened.

Short (but true) Stories, Page 5

Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1998 08:51:50 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story My mother died when I was about 2 months old. I was raised by my grandmother (paternal) in a small house. For many years we slept side by side in twin beds. One night when I was about 3 years old, I awoke and saw a woman standing in the doorway in a white dress looking at me. I am told that I said something like, “Moma (this is what I call my grandmother), who’s that lady?” My grandmother says she really did not open her eyes. She just said “What?” I replied, “That lady in the door.” “You’re dreaming,” she said, “go back to sleep.” I barely remember the incident fully, just the sight I saw. I never knew until many years later what my grandmother, upon reflecting upon it the next morning, suspected. She says that she questioned me closely and that I seemed to be describing an angel. I did not says this, she says. What I said was that the lady was wearing a “marry dress.” This was my childish way of saying wedding dress. It was then that my grandmother beca! ! me convinced and I cannot disprove it, that the woman I saw was my mother. I was not told until a few years ago that because my family was poor and could not afford a new long sleeved dress in which to bury her, they buried her in the only long-sleeved dress she had (this to cover the needle marks from her many shots and I.V. marks.) My mother was buried in her wedding dress.

Date: Sat, 29 Aug 1998 14:02:49 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story I was sitting at my dad’s laptop in the basement one night during the school year last year. Believe it or not I was on this site. Anyway, I suddenly heard some clunking and clicking noises coming from the stairs. Both staircases (Basement and the ones that lead upstairs) are right above each other, so I thought it was someone like my brother coming down to check on me or something like that. So, I turned and spoke, but I saw only a faint, flickery transparent-brown outline of a tan cocker spaniel slowly bounding down the stairs. Instantly, I recognized him as Teddy, my dog who had died 2 years before. After a few seconds, he disappeared behind the second post, but I could still feel cold spots in the room. So far, I have no idea why he would have come back. He had never ever been downstairs for his entire life (4 years), so why he was there is still a mystery to me. Oh. His favorite spot by the door is where he is most of the time, because I always feel a presence, and I feel colds spots there. After running upstairs, I can feel and sometimes hear him running up after me. Once I get over the gate, though, I feel safe again. The gate is one of those baby gates designed to keep toddlers from falling down the stairs. Very strange.

Date: Wed, 12 Aug 1998 13:51:37 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story Two years ago me and my family went on vacation in louisiana .We visited New Orleans and saw all the haunted houses in the area.Because my mom is a ghosts fan. on our way back we stopped at the myrtles plantation to go on the tour .well I am a ghosts fan myself so I wanted to go in their before any one else in the tour.As soon as I walked in their a calm feeling swepped over me and i felt very safe. as I walked through the house I saw a mirror it had to hand prints on it they looked likea childrens hand print the weirdest thing about this is that nobody had been in the house until we we were their because we were the first tour. so I walked some more into the house and came across a bed room I opened up the door and walked in it was very pretty inside.the wallpaper was gold the fire place was gold the bed was very big and it had a oak finish on it .I looked around for a little bit longer and walked out of their shutting the door as I left. Then we went on our tour we wa! ! ked by the mirror the hand prints were’nt their anymore I asked the tour guide if anybody had come in the house and cleaned while i was in their she said no.I thought to myself that’s odd why did I see handprints in the mirror?Then the tour started back up again so we walked aond the house and we were just about to go into the gold room when I told my mom about how pretty this next room was so when we got ther the door was standing wide open and I thought to myself I thought I closed that door when we walked in the room it was green! every thing in the room was green even the wallpaper their wasn’t a fire place and the bed the bed was so small my cokerspaniel probably couldn’t fit on it. the room was tottaly diffrent then it was earlier. It was spooky on my way home i told my mom what had happened she didnt believe me but i knew something was going on in their. I havent been back since.

Date: Fri, 14 Aug 1998 11:11:48 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
From: ?? (please contact Obiwan if you are the author)

story Hello, I am writing this story because I feel like someone should know. My family lives out in the country. We live around the battle site of Pea Ridge.( the famous battle in the civil war.)That is the background so let me tell you the story……. It all started when we moved into our house that was about 1984,(I was 4 at the time.)when we moved in every time my dad would put a box down, it would pick itself up.and put itself neatly in the corner.At first we were freaked out but then we got used to it.We were even happy and called the ghost our little helper.when we were completely moved in and settled down the ghost settled down.Then my dad died and my family was in deep depression.(my mom the most) Then the ghost started up again.In the middle of the night he would walk up and down the stairs slamming doors that were open and opening doors that were shut. It would scare the hell out of all of us.Then we got used to it.When we got used to it the ghosts started comin! ! g in our rooms and pull the sheets off of us and he even sat on my mom’s head!! but thats not all we would sit things down and walk into the next room he would pick them up and go hide them! one case in particularly My mom was doing her taxes one day.(she was in the living room at the time)she got up to get a drink of water when she came back everything was out of order and thrown all over the place. My mom had to put everey thing back in order and that took her forever to do. I can’t remember my mom ever being so mad in my life then she ordered the preacher of our church to come and banish the ghost out. When that didn’t work my mom brought a phsycic over to hold a seance I wasn’t allowed in but my aunt gail,uncle larry,carlis (my mom’s boyfriend at the time.)and my sister lesley. I have no idea what happened their that night but the next morning we moved I am now living in south arkansas and have been liing their ever since then. My mom never told me what happened that nigh! ! t but if she does I’LL let you no about it.

Date: Sat, 15 Aug 1998 19:46:24 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

Hi Grandpa

I am only 16 years old but I wanted to share my experiences on my grandpa. My grandpa was shot and ed on Valentines day in 1985. It was very devistating for the family. Years passed but we never forgot him.

Last year, on Valentines day, My dad and I went out to eat at a nice restaurant right over the ocean. We began to talk obout grandpa and about how he would always be with us in spirit. Just as my dad said that, the window next to us blew open and a gust of wind hit our faces. The manager came over and asked us how it happened. Apperantly the windows were well bolted and welded shut and this had never happened before. It was wierd, but I was not scared a bit.

When we got home that night, my dad and I were watching televison. All of the sudden, we quickly jurked our heads in the same direction. We had seen a white light jump from my room to my brothers room. We knew it was grandpa just checking up on us. Occasionally we still see a white light jumping from room to room and we all just say “Hi Grandpa!”

Date: Mon, 17 Aug 1998 16:10:30 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

I have over my 44 years seen a number of things I could not account for , my most recent ones were,

A couple of months ago I went for the first time into a hall of memory , as I entered the door , I felt a very strange kind of sadness come over me, which I attributed to the poppies all over the walls. Itook a step forward into the room and was halted by a soldier at the far end of the room .Hewasdressed in WW1 uniform with blood over one shoulder . He looked at me and shouted at me to get out. I felt that he was so angry that he might hurt me, so I left .I haven’t been back yet to try to talk to him but I will .

My other story was sometime ago, iwas in a pub with a group of friends sitting in a semi circle around a fire , it was as all the stories go dark and winter. We were having a good night out and we started to tell ghost stories to each other . We had been doing this for about half an hour , Iwas listening to a woman and then out of the corner of my eye Isaw an old man standing just outside the ring . Then he just walked past us all through the middle and over to a bench in the corner. I seemed to be the only person to see him , but one of the men who he had walked past shuddered. someone else put the fire on and said that she felt cold . Iasked who the man was , but everyone thought I was just trying to frighten them . The man just seemed to be sitting on a bench a little higher than the one I could see and smoking a pipe . I could see the pipe but not smell it.

Date: Wed, 19 Aug 1998 23:58:14 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Julie
email jules175@yahoo.com

story I had 2 experiences when I was younger (about 10 years old) that I have never been able to explain. Both occurred while I was in bed so I have always put them down to being half asleep.

Anyway, the first time I was lying on my side facing the wall and all of a sudden I felt a large hold on my shoulder from behind. It was holding me hard, it wasn’t trying to hold me down, it just felt like it didn’t want to me to go. I turned around thinking it was my Dad checking on me and there was no one there.

The other thing that happened is that I remember waking in the middle of the night and seeing an apparition of an old lady hovering 2 feet off the ground, and she was looking in my sister’s doorway (my bed faced into the hallway). This was not someone I recognise from any photographs of our family, and my family built our house in the 50’s and there is no history attached. Once again, this lady was more of a reassurance and I was not scared. It was like a mother looking in rooms to make sure everyonw is OK.

Like I said, I have always put this down to being half asleep and probably was but if anyone has any other opinion, please let me know.

From: Abfabtwo@aol.com
Date: Mon, 31 Aug 1998 21:44:28 EDT
To: obiwan@ghosts.org

I feel I need my story to people who will believe me. This has been nagging at me for so many years.

I grew up in a house in Allentown, PA, my parents still live there, that is occupied by a ghost. Laru, who was shot and killed by her son in 1966, has only made her presence to me two times in my life and i lived there for 25+years. She was more known to my parents and my older sister, maybe she thought she would scare me(?). My mom and dad were friends with the family, and Laru used to babysit my sister. My mother was pregnant with me when she was murdered, we lived two blocks away at the time. We moved in sometime in the summer of ’66 after I was born in April. To keep it brief, and to see if you want the whole tale, I’ll narrow the sightings and occurences down. She first appeared not in shape but by mischevious actions… unplugging the refrigerator, flushing the toilet, knick knacks that were on tables and shelves would fly off and smash on the floor. A crucifix on my parents bedroom wall used to swing back and forth and you can see the groove in the wall to this day. When she did appear, it was always by a window, on any floor of the house. My mom and her friend saw her at the living room window, my dad upstairs…. Many witnesses to this. When I saw her, I was Ithink about 21 years old. I was sleeping and suddenly woke up. There was a woman standing at the bottom of my bed, her back was turned to me, and she was at the window. It was a white shape, solid, and then it was gone. Didn’t vapor away, was just like POOF gone. I though to myself, well i finally saw her, and went back to sleep, not scared at all. i told my mother in the morning that I thought I saw Laru, and she smiled and looked ath the calendar, and said this was the day she died. Psychics had been called to the house when I was a child, unbeknowst to me, and they were told that yes there was a woman there, died violently, meant no harm to us, just wanted to watch us. Trust me! If you knew my family you would know I am sspeaking the thruth. If you want to hear an in depth account, not in mail form, e mail me, I would love to finally be able to tell the story. Thanks Colleen Reese

Date: Sun, 23 Aug 1998 15:09:55 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname JD
email JD_SOD@yahoo.com

story I was at a friends house that evening, he stopped sleeping there about 2 days ago because he said he’d seen spirits and things were moving around the house.

I didn’t believe him, but that night something happend that really frightend me, We were sitting in the living room when suddenly one of the candleholder bursted into two pieces, the edges of the glass were perfectly smooth, then we heard a loud banging and scraping in the kitchen when we went to look a tin of catfood that was standing on the sink fell down on the floor, when i turned away to go back to the livingroom i looked into the mirror and i saw a figure standing in between us, I couldn’t see if it was a man or a woman, because it was all blurry and transparent, This really frightend me and we haven’t been into the house for a week now.

Did anybody have an experience like this, please mail me

Date: Sun, 23 Aug 1998 18:25:41 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Julie
email jules175@yahoo.com

story I have always felt as though sometimes there is someone with me in my bedroom, and earlier this year experienced it again. My house was built by my parents and as far as I know the land has no history accounted with it.

So I begin. It was the middle of the day and I was half asleep in my bed. The strangest thing is that whenever I have felt things, good or bad, I am always half asleep so have always put it down to dreaming. Anyway, as I said I thought I was dreaming about a man, well more of an apparition of a man, who would not leave my room and I kept telling him to go. I know at some point I was dreaming because he was following me through my house, unless I was sleepwalking, which I did do as a child. By the way, everything in this story happened during the day. (I was just having a nap). So this man would not leave, until eventually I just got tired of hime and rolled over. Like I said, the whole time I think (or thought) I was dreaming.

About 30 minutes after I woke up I decided to go to a friend’s place. He was sitting there watching TV so I thought I would relate my weird dream. About a minute after I had started, the TV turned off. There was no power blackout and the remote control was sitting on the table. He just kind of looked at me strangely and said “That has never happened before”. I just kind of laughed and put it down to a freaky coincidence. Then I proceeded to go on with the supposed dream. No less than 30 seconds later the TV turned off again. My friend was really freaked out by now and thought that we shouldn’t talk about it anymore.

What I want answers with, is that I read elsewhere in here that if you talk aloud about an evil spirit, it invites it into your home. Had I invited whatever was with me into my friend’s place, and where did it come from in the first place? I have never invited any spirits or anything like that into my home or to speak to me, so why do I feel them? Any thoughts, comments would be most appreciated, even if it can explain it all away. My e-mail address is jules175@yahoo.com.

Julie

Date: Mon, 24 Aug 1998 10:58:33 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Brian G.
email Dogakeet@AOL.COM

story Shadow man.

The ghost I’ve experienced is the shadow man. It wasn’t bad, it just was a shadow. Every night, it would walk by my room, on the hallway wall to the bathroom. It didn’t lead to anything, it just was on the wall. Also, I could hear it walking up the stairs since it was wooden. Another thing, sometimes in the middle of the night, the TV would turn on with the sound at full blast for no reason. And once, we had this shelf with all these little clay animals on it and one time all the clay objects started floating in the air, moved out about 2 feet away from the shelf, and just fell to the floor.

Most of the clay object were shattered, but a few I still have. It was weird. I wasn’t scared or nervous, but I had this strange feeling that I can’t explain.

I just have to say that it was relaxing.

Date: Mon, 24 Aug 1998 15:09:48 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Pat
email RichardPat@worldnet.att.net

I really can’t remember the exact time of the incident, all I know is that my son was about 15 or 16 months old. The year was 1973. I had an uncle who played professional football . Chuck was my mentor while growing up. always there to protect me from the older bullies. I may be a girl, but I was quite the tomboy. I was only 7 at the time and loved to play football with the older kids. Chuck didn’t want me to get hurt, so he would let me be the center. The one thing he would always say to me that still sticks in my mind was laces up Pat, laces up. (Meaning to keep the laces of the ball up while centering it). Well, we all grew up, I got married and Chuck went on to play Pro ball. In 1972 he collapsed on the field and died during a game . After he died I received a football signed by the team players. I kept this ball on a tee, on a shelf in my son’s bedroom above the end table next to my son’s bed. My son had gotten into a bad habit of climbing into bed ! ! with my husband and myself during the night. One night , months after Chuck had died, my son climbed into bed with us. I picked him up to put him back in his own bed. I then returned to my bed, only to be reawakened moments later. Once again I took my son back and placed him in his own bed, each time turning on the hall light before entering his bedroom. The third time I decided that if I was going to get any sleep that night I had better leave him in bed with his father and sleep in his bed. This time I did not turn on the hall light. When I layed down my head struck something. I got up to turn on the lights. There laying on my son’s pillow, laces up, was the football. Suddenly I heard, laces up Pat, laces up!

Date: Wed, 2 Sep 1998 20:03:07 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story This is not my own personal story but i tell this to everyone that wants a good scare!!! My friend, Carissa spent the night at her friends house one night. She was really bored because her friend was on the phone,so Carissa started dancing to the music that they were playing. While she was dancing she watched her shadow. Carissa stopped,turned to her friend and asked her a question. When she turned back she noticed that her shadow was still dancing…then the shadow stopped and waved at her. Well, carissa screamed and ran out of the room while her friend was still talking on the phone…The girl on the phone wondered what was going on and she looked at the wall and the shadow turned and waved at her.

Well thats my story….im not a good writer..so i give you permission to change the words or whatever else you would like to do to it…..by the way this is a true story……..

Date: Thu, 3 Sep 1998 12:27:17 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

A long time ago I was sitting around with a few of my friends and we were discussing just how interestin git would be if we would have a seance. Being the little quiet, shy girl that I was, I was kind of reluctant to get involved in any of these conversations.

One day I finally got brave enough to face my fears, and have a seance. (With my friends of course!) We all began to summon spirits over a candle. I held a small candle over the large candle in the center of the table, and asked “If there are any spirits in this room, please light the smaller candle.” Nothing happened.

The second time around, I had everyone to clutch hands, and summon the spirits once more. When I placed the smaller candle over the larger candle this time it looked like an explosion, beacuse it light so fast.

I was so freaked out. Just when I thought that the spirits had left. I felt this extremly cold presence. I looked to my left, and on the wall I saw this shilouette of a grown man who appeared to be shaking a chair at me. I immediately started crying and screaming for someone to blow out the candle and to turn on the lights.

The really twisted part to this story was it took place in the coldest part of winter. So my friend had the heat blasting. After this encounter, I went over to the wall where I had seen the shilouette earlier that night. (I saw the figure at the same place where the heat blasts out of the vent.) I was so cold, despite the fact that the heat was on. So I leave you with the question that I often ask myself, Did that spirit really leave?

From: “Gatorbug” (gatorbug@eatel.net)
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Believe it or not
Date: Sat, 5 Sep 1998 15:58:42 -0500

Hello, this is my story.

As a Born Again Christian I don’t believe in Ghosts, but I do = believe in demons. I live in Prairieville La. and have this to say.

The house that I live in is supposidly haunted. When I was in the = Air Force, my older brother and his family lived here while they = remodled their house. These are the stories they told. One day after = returning from the store, my sister-in-law put a candle in one of the = candlestick holders on the mantle of the fireplace, which when entering = the kitchen is due left of the kitchen table. This “ghost” as it were, = doesn’t like her very much. As she was going back into the kitchen, they = hollered at her and she ducked. As she did the candle flew over her head = almost breaking the bay window. My nephew was in the shower one night, = and he said it threw the shower curtains open on him. Until today, he = will not stay by himself, in the house at night. Also my brother has had = it flush the toilet on him while he was in the shower. Everyone else has = had doors open and close by themselves. Time after time I have called = for this ghost to show itself and I would believe in it, but alas, it = will not make itself known. About the only thing that has ever happened = to me was one night I was getting into bed, when I felt something climb = into bed with me. I then felt something hot breathing down my neck. Like = I said I do believe in demons. I closed my eyes without turning around = and asked Jesus my Savior to help me get to sleep. He did in a matter of = seconds. When I woke up there was nothing there.

I still don’t believe in ghosts, but love to check out sightings. If = yall know of any in south Louisiana between St. Francisville and Baton = Rouge, and New Orleans, please let me know about them. Ok? Thanks.=20

Date: Wed, 9 Sep 1998 07:44:43 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story I can remember as a kid feeling scared in certain areas of my grandmothers houses. I never questioned it, but made sure I stayed clear of those rooms. As I got older, I had an “experience” at my granny’s house in NC. (I was 15 years old at the time) Those creepy feelings accompanied by goose bumps and all my hair standing up continued on occasion as I grew up, but went full tilt when I rented an apartment in Bel Air MD. Me, my roommate,and my all white cat moved in to the one bedroom apartment in 1994. I was frequently seeing a white shadow in a certain area of the bedroom and living room/dining room area, and assumed it was my cat. Of course when I would turn to see him, nothing was there. I didn’t think much of it…things always catch you out of the corner of your eye. The other problem was occuring at night. I felt a very evil presence coming from the living room area. I felt safe in the bedroom, but if I had to get up to use the bathroom, I became terrified once I ! ! left the bedroom. I could feel the energy from the living room. I never said anything to my roommate because I figured I was just being a chicken. But then one day she asked me if I ever saw the cat and when I looked he wasn’t there. I couldn’t believe it and told her yes and asked her if she saw it in any particular places in the apartment. She said the exact same places I would see it. I was so excited to hear her say that. We immediately exchanged stories, and I found out that she felt the “presence” at night and coming from the living room. As time went on, we saw more and more of what we believe was a ghost cat. He would rub up against my roommate, but not me. I did however sit on him on day only to get kicked several times by him, making me jump up thinking I had sat on my cat. My cat was asleep in the bedroom in his hammock. Friends stayed the night on the couch in the living room and said they couldn’t sleep because it sounded like someone was walking around the livin! ! g room all night.Our neighbor stopped us one day to ask us if we would hear weird noises at night. To make along story short, apparently her apartment was haunted to. Since we’ve moved from there, we have had no experiences like that. (I’d like to keep it that way!)

Date: Wed, 9 Sep 1998 17:58:27 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

It happened when I was 12. My mother had left me home alone with the dog for a moment, at a time when it was really safe for a kid to be alone in my northern Mexican city. I was in middle school, and had a lot of homework to do. All of a sudden, my cocker spaniel started barking (she used to be as docile as a bunny) and fled my bedroom. Bored with Math, I followed her into the kitchen and into the stuffy living room. Now, this is a room that was seldom used; the furniture was dark, the atmosphere heavy. It was always cooler than the rest of the house. Well, the dog suddenly stopped barking and sat down on her hind legs, her gaze fixed on a copy of a painting by Velazquez (spooky, but nevertheless common). To my surprise, she balanced herself only on her hind legs and offered her paw to the painting. I felt a breeze blow in the room, and the dog whimpered and crawled away. I ran to the porch and waited for my mom. She told me that before we were born, she had researched the are! ! a where the house was built on, but found it unfruitful; nevertheless, funny things kept on happening in that house that only she could see. She and the dog, I might add…

Date: Fri, 11 Sep 1998 01:13:03 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

I’m from Malaysia and this happened about five months back. My husband and I was driving around in Kuala Lumpur, I needed to complete my “Night Photography” assignment. I’ve taken a few pictures of the Kuala Lumpur Twin Tower, KL Tower and we decided to head back and passed by the National Monument. It was only 9:30 a.m., very early by my standards. It was very bright (spotlights and all) and I decided to stop over, it would be perfect to take a night photography. We turned over to the parking lot but the gates were closed. I was more inclined to turn back but my husband insisted on staying. He got down first while I was fumbling with my camera. Before I could get down, my husband immediately got back in the car and commanded me to stay put. I didn’t say a word but I could sense something was definitely wrong. His face was as white a sheet and I had goosebumps. We drove out of the area and while doing so, he asked me if I had noticed a strong fragrant. I shook my head as I wondered how could smell anything when he doesn’t even notice my perfume. When I asked him what was going on, he said he saw a lady in white hanging on a tree. She had long hair and it covered her face. We both drove back to our house in silence and I feared that that “thing” might follow us home. Both of us came down with a terrible fever the next day and was confined to bed. Till today, my husband refused to say another word about it. And I can’t figure out how I could miss the strong frgrance….

Date: Tue, 15 Sep 1998 09:16:21 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story I live in Wisconsin land of cheese, not ghosts. Anyway, a place where my mom worked used to be an old convent. There are three floors to the building and it is now used for a daycare. She came home one night and said that the night before they had a meeting for all of the staff. The last two ladies to leave were the head operators, so they lock up. The cleaning staff and the babysitters had left and the two ladies, Carmen and Judy(not true names) made sure all of the lights were off and left. They were both parked in the back parking lot, and from there you can see the back of the building. They were talking and they noticed one of the third floor lights on. They looked at each other, knowing they had turned it off, and walked back togather to turn it back off. After they turned it off, and made sure no one was in the building, they left again. They got back down to their cars and noticed it was on again. They decided to leave. In part because they were ver! ! y frightened.

This is not the first time stuff like this has happened. Often babysitters will here snoring on the baby monitors(babys don’t snore like 50 year old women). Doors that are to remain locked, have been found unlocked. The church next door had a medium come in, and she said it was the ghost of Sister Catherine. She had died in her room on the 3rd floor many years back, but has remained there to help watch the children. The babysitters write her notes and supposedly she reads them. Many of the worker don’t mind, but only if they aren’t alone!!!

I have driven past at night, many times, and seen that lone light on. There are no cars around, and no timers are set. I never believed in this stuff before but when I saw that light, I knew there was someone or something in that building watching me drive past.

Date: Wed, 16 Sep 1998 02:07:28 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story hi, I just want to get something off my chest, as it was bothering me for a long time and I will like to have your honest opinion. I will like to know if what ever I saw the other night was true.

Well, I am fom Singapore and I used to be a former student of a school in Katong.I joined the National Cadet Corps (NCC) as my ECA and we have a tradition of having an annual camp at the year end.

My seniors have said that in our school, there is once a girl who hung herself in the toilet and always appear at the stroke of midnight. Well, I did not believed then but now, I do.

During the annual camp, I was assigned to complete a solo walk which included that I have to collect a sweet in the huanted toilet. I am pretty scared when my watch showed that it was exactly 12 at night. But, I have to get the sweet in the toilet, or else I forfieted the solo walk. So, havong no choice, I entered that toilet.

The funny thing now is that the moment I entered the toilet, I heard the gasping of breath, as if one is out of breath. The moment I looked up, I saw a girl about my age haning in the ceiling and struggling. I mean that, the girl was really in trouble and I had to help her.

But the moment I reached her, she disappeared. leaving behind a frangance which I don’t remebered at the moment. Boy, I was really scared and ran all the way back to the campfire where my seniors were waiting. I told them about what I saw just now, but they don’t believe, saying that actually they are pulling my leg about the girl in the toilet.

I don’t remember what happened after that, but the tradition of having a solo walk at the annual camp was cancelled. But I remembered the smell that I smelled in the toilet. It was the smell of frangipani…..

Short (but true) Stories, Page 4

Date: Sat, 27 Jun 1998 00:48:23 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

I live in a house in Tasmania, Australia in a little country town called Frankford. Frankford itself is full of ghosts (It’s one of the oldest places in the area) and our house is one of the most haunted. The house we live in was built about 100 years ago it’s made out of sandstone. Like most old houses in Tasmania it was made by convicts some of which haunt the house to this day. The first of these ghosts are is the one which while building the house a wall collapsed and killed a convict. This ghost haunts a section of the wall in my parents bedroom they have seen this ghost on the same day once a year. The section of wall has been panted yellow and on this night the wall goes a grayish colour I have also seen the ghost myself.

Another ghost which we don’t no how it died but it doesn’t like like crude language because when ever you swear in the lounge room it will always knock something over until you stop.

And the last ghoust I’m going to mention is the haunted cubourd in the hallway occasionly when your least expecting it, it will start banging madly until you go to the hallway and look at it (I think it likes the attention).

Thats all goodbye

From: “SHAREE SHERMER” (lenox@ctesc.net)
To: obiwan@netcom.com
Subject: Story tried to send to web page unsuccessfully.
Date: Sat, 27 Jun 1998 17:06:20 -0500

My family for generations has had what most people call “strange” experiences, but we have considered it as natural. Now I have two possibly three of my daughters who are also plugged into this whatever it is. It seems to have come from my mother’s side. Her family was second generation German. I have 8 children-grown now. There are a lot of stories that I could tell but will send a short one. During the Viet Nam conflict, we moved to San Antonio, TX by way of New Braunfels, TX(potergeist and/or haunted house there), but were originally from Georgia. My kids ranged from high school to jr. high age and one was approaching draft age. It was my habit to get up about 6 am to do the last minute ironing on whatever someone deemed vital for that day’s school attendance. My mind was relaxed, I was the only one up at the time. In the opposite corner of the room, I became aware of someone standing. It was a young man dressed in khaki fighting gear. He was sandy haired and didn’t seem to know that I was in the room, he was looking off sadly and thoughtfully. As I stared at him, he slowly faded away. If you want any others, will be happy to share. We really aren’t weird, you know-it is just a natural process. S. Shermer

Date: Thu, 02 Jul 1998 09:52:43 -0700
From: WhiteDove (whitedov@eoni.com)
To: ghost-discuss@aurora.cdb.com
Subject: Re: Ghosts in the daylight.

Julie’s story about seeing her ghost while she was cleaning reminded me of something that happened to me in the daylight…

My in-laws bought a house to fix up to sale across the street from us. Well, it was very run down, and spooky. I knew that it was haunted, I could feel it. And I could see someone looking out of the window on the front door all the time. I hated being over there, but one day my father in-law hired me to clean the carpets. There was no one else in the house, but there was a man working on the foundation outside so I felt “safe”.

I got one of the bedrooms and hallway done, and I was working in the last bedroom.

It had a really big closet, I turned around and there she was standing in the closet. I could feel she was mad that I was there. In fact she told me to leave, well, I dropped the hose of the carpet cleaner and ran out of the house… The man working outside asked me what was wrong, I didn’t want to tell him I saw a ghost and that she told me to leave… So, I told him I just remembered something that I had to do at home. I ran home, calmed down. And made my 16 year old son go back over there with me, I finished cleaning the carpets. And never went back over there alone, just until lately when the lady who bought the house asked me to feed her animals while she was away… It still feels like the ghost is still there. That was about 2 years ago. I think now I would not be so chicken about the whole situation.

Lisa

Date: Thu, 9 Jul 1998 12:15:36 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

In 1991, when my son Christopher was about two years old, we lived with his grandparents in a house in Blythewood, South Carolina. The original owner of the house was a woman named Joyce, she had signed custody of her children over to a family member that refused to give them back after she completed her military service. Distraught over this she committed suicide in the master bedroom shortly before the house was sold to my In-laws. We always joked about Joyce still being there when we couldn’t find things or the phone would disconnect in the middle of a conversation but I never believed it until my son was almost two years old. One day Christopher was playing in his room and I could hear him having a conversation (this was not unusual). But, I got concerned when I heard him pause as if someone was answering him. I walked to his door and peeked in to find him sitting in his toybox looking over at the bed continuing his conversation. I stood there a few moments and asked! ! him who he was talking to and to my amazement he said, ” the lady that comes to talk sometimes”. When my son and I moved into our own house, my In-laws told me that the strange things that they attributed to Joyce had stopped, except for an occassional occurance. I have a few more stories about that particular house.

Date: Sun, 12 Jul 1998 10:35:56 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Jennifer Dexter
email glen.dexter@ns.sympatico.ca

story The Day

One day last year I was home alone because I was sick from school.My dad had just left to go down the street to my grandmother’s house.I was laying around the Living room thinking about a book I was reading.Then all of the sudden I heard some footsteeps that sounded like womens high heeled shoes walking into what would my parents room.They were followed by mens shoes and some muffled voices.I just sat and listened for about ten minutes and then went upstairs to check it out. When I got up there their was no one to be found.I should mention that my house Is 100 and some years old.Thats my story.

Jennifer.Dexter
Brooklyn.Nova Scotia

From: CLynn@levi.com
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: “Papaw Talks”
Date: Thu, 16 Jul 1998 06:59:15 -0700

This just happened last night to my 2 year old daughter, which makes it even more strange.

Last night at about 10:15pm my husband was telling my daughter to get ready for bed. As most toddlers do she said “no”. My husband repeated himself and she said, “no, dada, I’m scared.”. He asked her what for, she then told him about a man that was in her room and only comes at night. I then stepped in, I have personally seen, heard, and felt ghosts before so I thought I’d better get to the bottom of this. I asked her about the man, she said, it’s a man with no foot. I thought this was probably an imaginary friend so I asked “what does the man with no foot do?”, “He talks”, “what does he talk to you about?”, “Mamaw.”. “Does he have a name?”, “yes”, “what is it?”, she won’t say. After the interrogation I left her in her bed to go ponder what she said. Soon after, she wondered into my bedroom, I asked her if she was my sunshine, she said, “no, I’m papaw’s sunshine”. My husband turned white as a sheet, I was stunned. My husband’s grandfather, lovingly called papaw, passed away 13 years ago. That’s not what stunned us the most, my daughter knows nothing about this man and knows noone by the name of Papaw. The strangest part about all of this is, papaw died missing one foot.

From: “Mark Maxson” (cfederate@emeraldis.com)
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: haunting
Date: Wed, 13 Jan 1999 20:12:49 -0400

My wife and I have a big victorian house which is made up of two houses. The first is a log cabin which was purchased in 1830 and then the victorian part was built on around the log cabin in the early 1900’s. All the rooms on the first floor open out into a large hall.

One evening my wife and I were watching TV in the living room. I was setting on the couch which was directly in line with the door off the hall. A little boy about the age of 7 came running around the corner and into the room where he came to a sudden stop when he saw me setting there. He was as clear as anyone else you would see and was wearing bluegeans and a red and white stripped t shirt. He was a real cute kid and then he was gone.

The thing that really troubled me about the sighting was that when he saw me he looked like he had just seen a ghost.

Have a nice one!!!!!!!!
Mark Maxson
cfederate@emeraldis.com

From: “harald duell” (harald.duell@btinternet.com)
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Ghost stoies
Date: Sun, 24 Jan 1999 12:19:34 -0800

Hi. I’m Angelina age 10.

I would like you to put the true stories I tell you into your true stroies from the net web pages .

All of these hapened to my mum.

When my mum was about my age her family were driving past this dump and they saw a sphinx(sp) mask so they picked it up and brought it home.That night my mum had to take the trash out and when she opened the grabage can lid she saw tha mask with a evil grin on his face and laughing horribly (sp). When my mum told her mum she said “No it’s in Alvin’s house on the shelf” (They have 2 small houses) and when my mum got to the house there was the mask.

Thanks for listening.

They had this doll and when ever you were around it they got this errie feeling it was watching them so one night they threw it into a bon fire and they heard it screaming.

Sorry the last one was short.

Date: Thu, 23 Jul 1998 08:30:31 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

This is a story of something which happened to me as a child which I will never forget and which has convinced me that ghosts do exist. Here goes:

One summer evening when I was six years old my uncle Joe came to visit. He brought presents to me and my two younger sisters We each received a stuffed toy which we took to bed with us that evening. Coming from a large family, I shared a room (and large bed) with my two younger sisters. We went to bed quite happy. However, the next morning I woke up first to a bright, sunny room. The first thing on my mind was my new toy. I looked around for it and, to my amazement, it was gone. My sisters’ toys were also missing. I looked under the covers, over the side of the bed and then I stepped out of bed to look under it. Big mistake! As I stepped onto the floor an icy cold hand reached out from under the bed and grabbed my ankle. At first I thought it might be my older brother playing a trick but when I looked down I saw it was a very skinny, totally white hand which I could see our wooden floor though. I screamed and ran towards the door and strangely enough, the hand h! ! eld on to my ankle and the arm just lengthened as I ran. Before I got to the door my mother came running in to see what was wrong. Of course, the hand dissappeared. When I told her what had happened she helped me to look for the toys but they were never found. I always wondered how the hand and the toys might be connected. I don’t know the answer to that but to this day, and I am nearly 40, I cannot sleep on a bed that has space underneath. I have to put suitcases under the bed or block the space somehow. My own bed is closed in underneath.

Date: Fri, 24 Jul 1998 12:59:38 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Karen Anderson
email karenan@pianet.org

I stumbled onto this site by accident but have found it totally captivating my attention. It also brought back a memory from my childhood which I must have suppressed, because when I remembered it, it brought tears to my eyes and a chill to my skin. When I was in 6th grade my family lived in Ft. Leavenworth Kansas. It is a very old army post and we were given housing in one of three buildings called the “Artillery Barracks.” Apparently these buildings were actually used as barracks way back when. They were very old with huge rooms and high, high ceilings. The floors were either hardwood or linoleum. A long hallway ran the length of our apartment with doors connecting to either bedrooms or the living area. My parents used to go out every weekend and I would stay and babysit my little brother who is 10 years younger than me and at that time was only a year old. Most often they let a friend spend the night with me on these nights out, so I do have a witness. It was late! ! and we were in the living area when all of a sudden, as clear as a bell and very, very loudly footsteps started from the back end of the hallway and proceeded to walk to the front end of the hallway (it was a long hallway). We completely froze. I couldn’t move or speak. We finally ran out of another door and got a neighbor to come back with us and check the apartment out. They found nothing and every window and door was locked.

Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1998 23:42:20 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Dr. Spooky
email aleister_crowley@mailcity.com

The Thing

This is a recollection of events that have been happening to me for as long as I can remember. Some of the more outragous things that have occured to me I will omit, due to the fact that in telling them, I would damage my credibility considerably. But for right now, I will share the most terrifiyng event that has ever occured to me. When I was about fourteen, I was staying at my grandmothers apartment for the weekend, I was lying on the couch with my face to the wall and with the blanket over my head like I usually slept. I got this eerie feeling like somthing evil had its eye on me. I convinced myself I really neede needed to grow up and face my fears, so I turned around and pulled the blanket from over my eyes so I could see, thats when I found myself face to face with an entity so hidious my mind blocks out most of it when I try to recollect what it was. There is no way words can describe what “it” was, the best I can describe it was a cartoonish corpse like face w! ! ith oddly amphibian qualities. From what I can recall its eyes were blue with pinpoint pupils, it had a hidious evil leer on its face, my god. The thing was at the most, a foot from my face. I was far too terrified to scream. I pulled the blanket over my head and turned to the wall again. A few minutes passed and I felt a hand pushing on my shoulder. Half terrified I called out: “Grandma, is that you?” to my relief, my gandma said in response: “Of course, who else would I be?” It was no use telling my my grandma, she was one of those forced sceptics who believed that if you even acknowleged the presence of ghosts, you gave them more power to terrify youyou. Years later my granma passed away, but I don’t really think she ever truely left us all, but thats another story.

Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 00:00:43 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Dr. Spooky
email aleister_crowley@hotmail.com

I don’t know if these events are related, but a really bizzare thing happend shortly after my grandma’s death.

We had bought this musical Santa sleigh for christmas, niether me or any of my family members liked it very much, the reason being is that this thing played a demonic rendition of “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” I don’t know why it sounded so freaky, it sounded distant, phantasmal and filled whoever heard it with dread, everyone that is, save my grandma who absolutely loved the damn thing. Well, sad to say, but shortly after cristmas, my grandma passed on. Our holiday spirit was absolutly shatterd by this tragic event. A few days after we put her to rest, we were all awakend by a fimiliar sound, the eerie song of the musical slay was playing, the orniment had turned on by itself! Since then my stepbrother has liberated the batteries from the cursed thing and buried it in our closet, where it will probably be used next cristmas.(Gulp!) I wonder if granny had anything to do with this odd event? Perhaps next Christmas, she’ll put in an encore performance.

From: Chandralin@aol.com
Date: Wed, 3 Feb 1999 21:53:39 EST
To: Ghost-discuss@aurora.cdb.com
Subject: Things in the closet

The story of the thing in the closet reminded me of my closet thing… When I was 13 my family moved to Portland, Ore. We moved into an older home on Clinton Street.. At first, I had the bedroom downstairs and then about a week later My mother decided to move me into their upstairs room..

Everything seemed ok with the new room for a week or so… Yet for some reason, my closet door refused to stay shut, no matter what was put in front of it ( it had no lock ) In the morning, that door would be half open! I had an errie feeling about that…One night as I lay awake trying to sleep,I saw my closet door slowly open of it’s own volition! I lay there transfixed by what I was seeing… Soon after Something came walking out of the closet..

This something was a bright orange, it was perfectly round, with little arms and legs.. It’s facial features were drawn in pure black.. The thing began walking towards my bed as I stared in horrified facination.. Then the thing smiled the most malignant smile I have ever seen before or since,and promtly disappeared into the wall by my bed!!! This happened a couple of times until I finally decided to tell my parents about it… My mom then told me that she’d seen it too and that’s why she switched rooms with me… My dad went upstairs with me and we put up a picture of The virgin mary and said a prayer for protection.. I never saw the thing again, but…. My closet door NEVER stayed closed, even with furniture against it!! Every morning that door was opened just a crack…..

Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 16:25:32 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story Ballet School Ghost

I started to take ballet when I was about 13. I will not put the school name in here and any names I use are made up because I haven’t ask anyone if Ican put there names in here. Anyway, I had been dancing about two years when these weird things started to happen. I had just gotten point shoes and keot them in my dance bag which I kept locked so nothing would get stolen. One day after a regular dance class I went to show my friend how I sewed the ribbons on my point shoes (she had just gotten point shoes and wanted to know how to sew ribbions on). I unlocked my bag and looked for my point shoes, and they weren’t in the bag. I emptied the whole bag and they weren’t there. I had used them in a class earlier that day and remembered putting them back in my bag. I thought it strange that someone would steal point shoes because it’s very rare for two people to fit in the exact same point shoe in a small dance school like the one I was in. See, with point shoes, each brand in different, then there is the suze of your foot, the width and the length. My feet were very thin and I had to get my point shoes specially made to fit me (thery were very expencive). I looked allover the school for them and found them in the boys locker room (I had one of my guy friends look in there). What would a guy do with point shoes?

Other things kept dissapearing and winding up in strange places. Like a teacher’s notebook winding up in the office, where teachers aren’t suppos to go. Music tapes winding up in the bathroom. So far nothing strabge has ahppened for a while. I’ll post it if something does happen.

Date: Fri, 31 Jul 1998 17:59:21 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname David
email Buitrero@aol.com

story This story was told to me by a friend named Bob, in 1979. It happened to him when he was about 10 years old.

Bob remembered the exerience at first as a dream. He “dreamed” he was lying in his bed, in the middle of the night, in the dark. He could see nothing but the dim outline of his open bedroom doorway. But in the doorway he could see two figures, standing side by side.

Both were female figures. One was totally dark, as the rest of the house. But the other was clearly visible, even in the darkness, as if in daylight – a woman in a flowing blue evening gown. Bob’s dream, as he remembered it, was this simple but lovely image – two women standing side by side, one in darkness, the other visible in the dark.

The next morning as he sat at the kitchen table eating his cereal, he thought about the strange image from his dream, with a funny feeling he couldn’t put his finger on. Then his older sister came downstairs. And she asked him, “Are you feeling better this morning?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t you remember last night?” she asked. He shook his head, feeling suddenly empty.

“I heard you crying,” his sister said. “I got up and went to your bedroom, and stood in the doorway. You were sitting up in bed, looking at me, and crying. I asked what was wrong, and you whispered: ‘I saw Grandma’.”

Grandma, of course, had died some years earlier. Bob’s dream was a memory of seeing his sister standing in the doorway, unaware that standing next to her….

Date: Sat, 1 Aug 1998 11:47:29 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story Last year, my best friend Shelly and I were planning to sleep at each other’s houses in the summer holidays. We were really excited about it, and had been planning what we would do for months. She slept at mine first, which was fun, but nothing really happened .

Then, it was my turn to sleep at her house. We told ghost stories and talked until really late, when Shelly fell asleep. I couldn’t get to sleep though, because her mum and dad were playing this really awful classical music loudly downstairs.

But when in the morning Shelly asked them about it, they denied having any classical music tapes at all.

Suddenly Shelly went pale. ‘It didn’t go like this, did it?’she said , humming the first few bars of a piece of classical music .

‘Yeah, ‘I replied. ‘How did you know?’

‘That was grandad’s’ she said quietly. ‘He died in my bedroom four years ago, before we moved in. But we got rid of all all his classical music tapes, since nobody in our family likes it.’

Suddenly I felt very sick. I got my things and ran home, almost in tears. Since then Shelly’s grandad has not showed up again, but I still turned down her offer to sleep this year!

Date: Sat, 1 Aug 1998 15:06:19 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
email carsaez@prodigy.net

story This story is about one of the incidents that happened to me in the house I grew up in Brooklyn, NY. As time goes on I will post many things that happened in this house. This house was the least to say haunted. After years of the memory of this certain experience, I realized it is more touching than spooky. Here it goes:

In 1987 I was 17 yrs old. I lived in a three family home in the East New York section of Brooklyn on Pine St. We lived on the middle floor which is actually the street level apartment.

I was getting ready to pick up my then boyfriend from the Euclid Ave. subway station. I was making sure my hair was ok, makeup, etc… … The mirror I was using was on a dresser that was against the wall. While applying my lipstick something caught my attention from my left eye. I looked and right before me was a transparent white dress, no body, floated through the doorway. This apparition was no more than 1 foot from me. It continued to float past me, then behind me, to the right of me, through the dresser and then through the wall. I Freaked. The next thing I remember I was dashing 100 miles an hour to the front door of the house screaming for my father.

Through the fear and tears I was trying to explain to my father what had happened. He calmed me down and then I realized I was late picking up David from the subway. I wiped the tears and started down the street to Pine and Pitkin when I noticed the commotion a few blocks ahead. A drunk man had lost control of his car speeding down the street and ran into a small group of people. This happened about the time I was freaking out and crying with my Dad. I then realized had the incident with the ghost not have happened, I would have rushed down the street to get David and probably would have been one of the people struck by the car.

I would like to say that the floating dress I saw that day was an interception of a tragedy that may have been meant for me.

Date: Wed, 5 Aug 1998 19:35:38 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Jocelyn Tolonen
email lilangel_29@hotmail.com

I never really believed in ghosts or spirits until I was about 8 or 9 years old.

One night me and family were upstairs in or house, when I lived there, and I heard something downstairs, I didn’t really think of anything at the time so I ignored it. Later that night my mother and I went down stairs to watch some T.V. when we got down there everthing was a mess. There were things knocked down everywhere, glasses broken,ect.. That night we cleaned everything up before my father got home so he wouldn’t get upset that the house was a mess. The next day I went to school and my parents went to work. I was always the first one to come home. When I got there it was quiet nothing knocked over, no glasses broken, nothin. My mom finally got home and wanted to relax so we downstairs and sat on the couch. My mom is a smoker,and she always had a ciggerette when she got home. She to get the ash tray and it was gone we searched everywhere for it and we could not find it. After about a half hour searching for the ash tray we went downstairs to sit and think and the! ! re it was the exact place that she had left it. But the strange thing was that it had was gone for one half hour while we were searching for it.

After that I started to believe in ghosts and spirits. I know that my house was haunted but I didn’t know by who.

Thanks Jocelyn

Date: Thu, 6 Aug 1998 13:08:46 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Karen Anderson
email karenan@pianet.org

story This is a story about an historic mansion in Occoquan, Virginia. For my wedding gift two years ago, my mom got us a room at Rockledge Mansion in Occoquan. My new husband and I love Bed and Breakfasts and anything historical, so this was perfect! We were married on a Monday so the town was fairly quiet. The proprietors left a key under the mat and we checked ourselves in. Naturally we explored the house that we had access to thoroughly. There was a built-in bookcase right outside of the doorway to our room that when you pulled on the shelves it opened to reveal stairs leading to the attic. We went into the attic to look at the old furniture and things stored up there (this is relevent to later in the story) We then went out to dinner in a local restaurant by the water. Being that we were basically the only people in the restaurant and it was our wedding night, we received a lot of attention. The waitresses we had all grew up in Occoquan and had some scary storie! ! s about the mansion. They said it was definitely haunted and that you could not pay them enough to spend one night in that place. Well, my husband and I are not afraid of ghosts (or so I thought) and we were kind of looking forward to encountering something. The night went on smoothly and we went to bed. About 4 a.m. or so I woke up and had to use the bathroom. The bathroom was one flight of stairs down and I was a little scared to be by myself in there, even though not a thing had happened since we arrived. I woke up my husband and asked him to go with me, which he did. When we got back upstairs I made a comment on how dissapointed I was that nothing spooky had happened and said it was a rip off. As soon as I put my head back on the pillow, things started moving around in the attic. For the next few hours things were dragged back and forth across the floor. You could hear things falling and hitting the floor. It was loud! I guess I should have kept my mouth shut. ! ! I don’t think I could ever stay there again.

Date: Tue, 11 Aug 1998 21:05:03 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Robert Pearsall
email legion@networkone.net

story A few years ago, I worked at a haunted movie theater. A typical appearance would be of a man looking around a corner at you. On a few occasions a ghost would walk into an auditorium and call your name out. When you looked at it, it would disappear. In auditorium 10, a few of us employees saw a dog: big, black and shaggy, always walking toward you. A few months after my tenure was over, one of the projectionist heard it growling when he was cleaning the projector upstairs. The ghosts who haunted this place, and maybe still do, were conscious of your presents. If you were the only person in the place you became well aware of the fact that something was not quite right: doors slamming, things banging, seat rocking, feet treading and what have you. In auditorium 2, one night I was sweeping and I walked through something. To best describe it, I would have to say it was like walking through a field of static electricity. Other occurances include smells, some rank, others of perfume. One ghost would stomp up and down the hallways. Some would sit (or stand) and quietly watch the movie. 12 screens, a lobby, two bathrooms, two halls, two stairwells, two consession stands, upstair’s offices, a projection booth, and an arcade room. The only room in this place were I neither heard, saw, or smelled anything was the arcade room. One employee got so scared one night, she didn’t come back for a week. That event included knocking and voices.

Short (but true) Stories, Page 3

Date: Fri, 13 Mar 1998 08:41:47 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story My brother Chad and I, smetimes hear noises and see frightining things around our house. We know our mom hears things but she doesn’t admit it for fear of scaring us. Well anyway, one night me and my brother were sitting in the basement watching T.V. Suddenly, we heard footsteps in the opposite room. Panicked, we bolted upstairs and slammed the door shut. The footsteps stopped for a second but then continued up the stairs. We then took off outside and my brother’s friend came over. We’ll just say that his name is Harry to protect his identity.

After awhile we took Harry down the basement to see if it would happen again. It didn’t. So we started to watch T.V. again. Then out of nowhere we heard two firm footsteps in the opposite room again. Harry took off upstairs and ran home. But me and Chad had more courage this time. We called out to see who it was but all we heard was a piercing moan. Again, we ran upstairs but the footsteps didn’t come after us this time.

This was just one of the many experiences we have had with the paranormal. We don’t have time to tell them all.

Date: Thu, 26 Mar 1998 22:45:09 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Don Lloyd
email dlloyd4158@vax2.winona.msus.edu

story One day in mid summer of 1997, my best friend Dan and I were driving to a town that was about an hour south of out hometowns. On the highway, while we were driving, we passed a cemetary on the left, and at the same time, Dan and I just shut up and I said “Dan?” and he says “I know!”. What astonished us so much was this: Through the cemetary, a rather large robed figure with a staff was drifting along (NOT walking), without legs moving, AND no cars were at the church. It was one of the most freaky things I have ever seen.

From: Peachy9918 (Peachy9918@aol.com)
Date: Tue, 31 Mar 1998 21:41:14 EST
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: i have a story for you…

I don’t want to reveal the names of the people involved concidering they are my own family, but i will tell my story to you anyways because i find it quite interesting.

It was early january and there was snow covering the ground. my grandfather had just passed away recently and my grandmother’d doorbell rang every morning at 5am since the death. Everytime it rang she woke up, but it would only ring once. She had dreams about my grandfather everynight and one time she could have sworn that she had seen him standing in the doorway of her bedroom. Day after day the doorbell rang at 5am, not a minute sooner or later.

One day she got fed up with it and set her alarm for 4:57. She figured that she’d catch whoever was doing this. So the day came and her alarm woke her up. She got up and waited. While she was waiting she noticed that it must have snowed that night because there was a lot of snow on the ground.

The doorbell rang. She sprang from her chair and dashed to the door. She fumbled with the lock for only a second and opened the door to find nothing. There were no footprints or anything to show any presence of a human being there.

She walked back into the house with her door securely locked and said “Eddie, if this is you, stop it. I’m tired and i’m sick of getting woken up by the doorbell.”

Ever since then the bell has not rang without a person at the other side of the door.

I hope you can make use of this story. It is all true.

~ Peachy9918@aol.com this is my email address if you have any comments or questions pertaining to this story.

Date: Fri, 10 Apr 1998 20:43:01 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story This story was passed down from my aunt and mother. It’s about a very strange television.

In the mid-1960’s, my grandfather worked at an auto-shop and was always called in to tow cars out of car wrecks. Sometimes the wrecks were fatal. On one occasion before my aunt’s 15th birthday, there was a fatal wreck in which an elderly couple was killed when their car stalled on a railroad track. The couple was identified, but had no family, so my grandfather got to take whatever he wanted from the trailer that was carrying most of their possessions (they were moving to Oklahoma from Arkansas). My grandfather chose the television to give to my aunt for her birthday.

She was excited to get the gift, and it worked great on the night of the party. She had friends staying over; they watched the T.V. all night. At around midnight when all of the T.V. stations went off the air, the partiers turned off the T.V. and headed to the kitchen for snacks. When they returned, the T.V. was on again, and showing old movies. The girls sat and watched them, and my aunt decided she would tell her dad in the morning.

The next morning she told him of the movies that were on, and he told her to get the T.V. and put it on the coffee table so he could take it to the repair shop on his lunch break. She did so, and she and my mom went about doing their daily chores. After about an hour, my aunt noticed my mom was preoccupied with something. Saturday morning cartoons were on the T.V., which was not plugged in or anywhere near an outlet.

They told their parents about this and immediately got rid of the television.

Date: Mon, 13 Apr 1998 12:47:19 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname April Plate
email plates@dave-world.net

story One night, awhile back, my uncle and aunt were visiting and they stayed the night. During the middle of the night my uncle got up and went up the stairs to the bathroom, which awoke me. I couldn’t sleep after that so I waited until he went back to bed before I went downstairs for a glass of water. After I had my drink I hear footsteps going up the stairs and I wondered why my uncle was going up again. I went to the staircase and saw a man in a long brown robe with a hood over his head walking towards me. His hands were clasped together as he walked. He walked past me, down the stairs, and into the room my uncle and aunt were sleeping. I peeked into the room and saw that he was gone.

Date: Mon, 13 Apr 1998 16:24:25 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Angie Myers
email myers@cnct.com

story Ghostly neighbor

It was a nice brisk November day – early part of the week before Thanksgiving last year, when I saw my neighbor Sam (not his real name) from the building next door. My husband and I would see him often hard at work, either shoving snow in winter or racking the leaves in the autumn. He was also the means of communication with the owner of the building he lived in.

One day I wanted to talk with him about a noisy neighbor in the building. I greeted him with a “Hello, how are you?”, I watched him go down the stairs until I could no longer see him behind the fence.

I heard him shuffle around with the leaves, I thought it was odd that he didn’t respond to my greeting. I didn’t think anything of it, I just left it to the fact that he didn’t hear me. I also thought he’s busy with racking leaves so, I’ll speak with him another time.

Later I saw his wife walking their dog. She then proceeded to informed me that Sam was killed in the “first week” in of November. I was in shock, more so, because I told her that I had just seen Sam a few days ago.

I haven’t seen Sam since then…

Angie : )

Date: Fri, 17 Apr 1998 19:57:41 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story Just thought i would add a little to the bell cave witch story.

In 1987 i was stationed at Ft. Campbell KY, which sits on the KY-TN border around hopkinsville. My girlfriend and several of my unit buddies went to the bell witch cave for a halloween party. there was a band there and about 100 or so people. we sat around and listened to the band for a while and ate some food, drank a couple beers,etc. then someone started talking about the bell witch legend. three of us decided to get my flashlight(which was a brand new mag-lite)out of the truck and go see. we tested the flashlight before we went into the entrance of the cave(it had a very small waterfall close to the entrance if i remember correctly)anyhow..the flashlight worked perfectly.

we were young,macho military men of the 101st airborne-until we got about 50 yards into the cave. we started hearing scratching\screeching sounds(bats?) so we turned the flashlight on to look further into the cave. at that time the flashlight came on and then winked right back off. it was so dark we did not want to run back for fear of injury. so i tried to turn the flashlight back on. anyone who has ever used a mag-lite knows how the button is tactile like a key on a keyboard. i pressed it several times- i felt it click, but it never came back on. we could not see our hand in front of our face. at this time, with the sounds getting louder we did run like fools to the exit of the cave- i only hit the wall twice. once we were outside of the cave the flashlight came on as bright as can be. i must have left it clicked in the on position, because when it came on it surprised me. needless to say..we did not go into the cave anymore. all the hair on my arms was standing on end(and still does when i relate this story.)

Date: Tue, 28 Apr 1998 05:57:31 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Rich
email Stone@316.dialnet.com

story This is only a short ghost encounter but I hope you enjoy reading about my experiance.

I am from England and 22 years of age.

When I was about 10 years old and still in middle school when I encountered my first ghost like apparition. the school was on a lunch hour and all the children ( Myself included ) were playing out on the field. The sky was very blue and there was not a cloud in sight. Myself and a friend noticed the sky get very dark very quickly ( too fast for a storm ) the weather was calm and warm still but the sky was now nearly black. From out of the dark clouds came an air plane – but now just a normal one – this one was a pure white spitfire plane. To my knowledge there has never been a pure white spitfire built and even if there was there was no engine noise at all, and it just dissapeared as quickly as it appeared. There was an abandoned airodrome nearby so that may be ave been the ghost plane that was shot down in a one of the world wars. Well thats my story, I am now 22 and I still remember it like it was yesterday, my friend remembers it as clearly as I do.

Thankyou

Richard

Date: Fri, 1 May 1998 18:32:36 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Kathleen
email katepaul@aol.com

story About 2 yrs. ago, my lover and I visited New Orleans, La. for a long weekend. It was our first visit. The city, especially the Quarter, is filled with history and all the impressions that go with it. We thought it to be great fun to take a late night Ghost and Vampire Walking Tour. Our leader was most informative and perfect for his role of macabre storyteller! As we ended our tour by walking down Pirate’s Alley beside the cathedral on the square, I saw out of the corner of my eye(left side) a shadowy figure wearing a priest’s robe. At the same time he seemed to be passing us, my lover immediately chilled as she felt a “touch” on top of her head. Of course, when I turned to see more clearly, I saw nothing. My catholic upbringing helped me in saying to Jackie that you just got blessed! We later learned it was not unusual for him to be seen doing his rounds.

Has anyone else experienced this fellow? Thanks for letting me share this brief account.

Date: Sun, 3 May 1998 19:50:17 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Mark
email jmreece@mindspring.com

This is something that happened in the later part of 1995 and early 1996. I had just gotten out of the Navy, and was planning to attend college. I got a job at the local Wal-Mart store. This was in Clinton, Mississippi. I was on the overnight stocking crew. Anyway, there were about 15 of us on the crew, and we only stocked certain parts of the store. We would all hear noises coming from empty parts of the store, but never really thought anything of it.

One night, we were stocking the food and candy section. We heard a loud noise a few isles over. I didn’t think much of it, because there were other people on other isles. I came to find out that at the time, no one was on that isle the noise came from. I went to look and saw a 2 liter bottle of Sam’s cola on the floor. It had been busted open on the bottom. None of the other bottles were disturbed. I chalked it up to a defective bottle.

Things continued to happen in the food and candy section as the night went on. Freshly stocked shelves were found in disarray, and canned foods were, although still on the shelf, turned on their sides.

To this day, I still don’t know if it was some sort of paranormal phenomona (sp?) or if one of my co-workers was just having a bit of fun with us.

That’s the closest thing to a haunting of any kind I’ve ever experienced. So I figure I have nothing to compare it to.

Thanks for listening.

Date: Mon, 4 May 1998 10:14:02 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Manon
email maudette@cbbc.cbbc.ns.ca

story I live in an old house that’s about 90 years old. The master bedroom, which was built on within the last 15 years, is right next to mine.

One calm night, while I was laying in bed, alone in the house, I heard a sound coming from the master bedroom. It sounded like someone opening and closing the wooden dresser drawers.

So, I quickly jumped out of bed, flew open the master bedroom door, and turned on the light to find nothing there, and the windows all closed up. I went back to bed, and started reading again, and suddenly I could hear the sound again.

I went back and checked, and nothing. I couldn’t understand it. It wasn’t the sound of an old house settling, I’m used to those sounds.

Another time, I was at my boyfriend’s house, when my sister called. She was upset because she was all alone with my cat (who was with her), and she could hear someone walking around in the master bedroom. When someone is walking around in the master room, you can hear them because it’s a subfloor and creaks loudly when you walk across the room.

I mentioned it to a few of the neighbors to see what they knew. Apparently, the old man who used to live in the house died in the master bedroom because of a heart attack!! Who really knows!! I haven’t heard anything since but my cat always gets weird and stares at nothing with wide eyes and makes me think that there is someone just around the corner, but as usual.. there’s nothing there!! But as I’m told, animals see things we don’t!

Manon
Nova Scotia, Canada

Date: Thu, 7 May 1998 08:32
yourname Rich
email Stone@316.Dialnet.com

story Ghostly Spitfire

Hey Everyone, just thought I would share my true experiance with you.

I am 22 and I live in England – My experience happened when I was around 10 years old and still in middle school.

The whole school was on lunch hour and alot of us were out on the school field and it was a lovely hot day, no clouds were in the sky. As we played we noticed that the sky was beginning to darken really quickly, and at it’s darkest point we saw something which we could not explain. Out from the clouds we saw a plane – Not an ordinary plane but a Spitfire – Nothing unusual about that you may think -but this one was PURE WHITE and there was no engine noise what so ever. The other bizarre thing was, as quickly as it appeared, the thing vanished and the clouds rolled back and it was fine again. I remember this as though it was yesterday and so does my friend who I was with.

Thankyou for Listening to my story.

All the best folks

Richard

Date: Mon, 11 May 1998 01:32:02 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Tony Dow
email tony_dow@chs.co.uk

story After working nights at a distribution company in Surrey, England, I used to take a shortcut home across Mitcham Common. This would normally be about three o’clock in the morning.

As you would imagine, the Common is normally dead quiet however on this particular occasion the still air was interrupted by the distant sound of wheels turning. I carried on walking in the same direction and noticed the noise getting louder. Whatever it was, it was coming towards me.

Moments later I was relieved to see that it was just a cyclist yet surprised that the person riding the bike was only about seven years old. Why was he out at this time of the morning?

As the bicycle passed me, I looked around and noticed him looking back at me constantly. Despite carrying on cycling, his gaze was fixed on me as he continued to look over his shoulder. I was amazed at how he could maintain control of the bike like this and what followed absolutely scared the life out of me…

The bicycle carried on (with him aboard) across a large pond. He was cycling on the surface of the water, still looking at me over his shoulder. I was now convinced that I was experiencing something quite out of the ordinary. His clothes were all white…and so indeed was the bicycle. I ran home after seeing this!

The group of ponds on this part of Mitcham Common are known as The Seven Islands. I have always wondered if there is a story behind what I witnessed such as perhaps a drowning of a young boy, perhaps cycling on the ice? I have never looked into however for fear of what I may find.

Date: Fri, 10 Apr 1998 17:52:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Skadazzler (Skadazzler@aol.com)
To: ghost-discuss@aurora.cdb.com
Subject: The old doll hanging in the laundry room

This is a story told to me many times by my best friend, Rachel. It still creeps me out when I think about it or hear about it..

Rachel’s family used to live in a town called Reading, Pa. You may know of it as a really big shopping center. Well anyway, as her mom was doing laundry, she had always noticed this spooky looking porcelain doll hanging by the neck from the clothes line down in the basement, where the laundry room was. She always vowed never to mess w/ it for it looked to creepy. So they lived there about 4 months and then moved out because her dad found a job about 5 hours away, near Pittsburgh.

When her family had moved, she was about 10 and her mom still kept in touch w/ the old neighbors in Reading. Well one day her old next door neighbor called and told her that the new people that moved in after her had taken the porcelain doll down from the clothes line and weird stuff started to happen. As the kids were asleep in Rachel’s old room at night, their dolls and toys started flying around in the room. Also, they started to see figures at the foot of their beds at night but they would quickly disappear. As they walked up and down the stairs, they would feel something brush up against them. These people didn’t live there too long, needless to say.

Although Rachel never first handedly witnessed these things, she felt weird because many of these things happened in her old room. And she always told her mom to take down that stupid doll cuz it creeped her out. but her mom wouldn’t and i think rachel was glad for that.

Who knows what significance that doll had. but i guess rachel’s just glad that it didnt happen to her! =)

Mari

Skadazzler@aol.com

Date: Tue, 7 Apr 1998 15:53:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Anonymous
To: ghost-stories-request@aurora.cdb.com
Subject: Chimney Cat

Howdy!! I’ve been reading ghost stories for a while now and I have decided to add mine to the bunch. Trust me this is a true story!!!

It was my husband and I’s first apartment together and everything seemed “normal”. (I get “feelings” quite a bit, and like glimpses around the corner kind of thing). One day I was sitting on the couch and watching TV. All of a sudden I hear this cat “meow” repeatedly. It was low but distinct. I muted the TV and listened for a minute. It seemed to get louder. Well I freaked thinking a cat was stuck in the chimney! Being a major animal lover, I called my husband and told him what was going on. He said “Go outside and look on the roof” so I did. Nothing nowhere.

I panicked again and called maintance. He ran over (also a cat lover) and couldn’t hear anything although I could!!! He then told me that the people above me had moved out about 2 weeks earlier! So then I thought some jerk left his cat when they moved and it was starving! The guy went upstairs into the empty apartment, nothing. He even looked as best as he could up the chimney from that floor. He also climbed up on the roof to look down the chimney. Nothing. The whole time I’m hearing this cat. There was wire around the chimney so that animals don’t get stuck. He was starting to think I was nuts I’m sure. The apartment on our left is show apartment and the old lady behind us was allergic to cats. (I asked), we didn’t have an apartment on the right. Trust me i ran all around the apartment on the outside, nothing there either. Later I was told by a member of the management that an old man lived in our apartsment a while back. He died in our apartment owning 2 cats. Apparently they loved him also.

Go figure.

Jenn
Katy, TX
🙂

Date: Tue, 19 May 1998 10:30:46 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org

story When I was a lad of about thirteen (four years ago), my family lived in a house in Centralia, WA, that was built in the forties. For the first month that we lived there, somebody would enter the house at four in the morning and start watching the television. My parents got fed up about the third time and ran in to see who it was, because they thought it was either me or my brother. There was noone there. This continued for about a year.

Upstairs, my brother and I had a different problem. Strange animals prowled into our room and were clearly physical. Both of us saw them. Their were, in total, four white mice, a possum and a white bird (!). However, we continually attempted to catch them. One night, my brother caught on of the mice in a tin lunch box. We could hear it inside, rattling about in fury. I turned on the lights, and when he lifted the box, the mouse was nowhere to be found. Our parents searched the room and nothing was found.

Later, we were picking blackberries in the backyard when we smelt a hideous smell. It was completely undescribable, but I’ll try. It smelled like burning flesh and perfume with something sickeningly sweet in there for good measure.

Needless to say, we moved to a brand new and ghost-free house.

Date: Sat, 23 May 1998 22:14:47 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Randwolffe
email Jase Mason@Aol.Com

story During Operation Desert Storm I served as a combat communications specialist with the United States Army in Saudi Arabia and Kuwait. I had documented many unusual cases of what I recently found out as Electronic Voice Phenomena. Many people ,like myself, had answered calls over telephone switchboards to find out that the switchboard did not have batteries or even a telephone wire hooked to it while the whispering voices carried on a desperate conversation, sometimes in Arabic. We had started to call these “ghost rings” and noticed even after the ground battle had ceased that they still occured. I tried for years to try and rationalize that this was a case of delayed stress syndrome, post traumatic stress disorder, and even paranoia until I encountered others over the internet who had expierienced the same phenomenon in other wars. I now a believe in paranormal activities and some how wonder if those voices were lost in battle as they wandered around through the confusion! ! trying to find the otherside. I am certain paranormal activities are heightened during a battle and further studies should be performed because many soldiers that make it out alive expierience claravoyance and ESP the rest of their lives. I would like to hear from others who expierienced this EVP to start a discussion list, but since I am moving back home to Montana in a few weeks I won’t be on the internet for a few months(but I will keep my AOL active to recieve E-mail and will answer everyone when I get back online). Jase Mason@Aol.Com

Date: Fri, 12 Jun 1998 16:33:45 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Titi
email irisrosag@yahoo.com

story First of all, I am not sure that this is about ghosts. My husband does, though. My husband and I are medical doctors, as well as my parents. We live in Lima, Peru.

In the house where we live now used to live my husband’s grandparents many years ago, until they died (in the house I’m afraid). We have two kids, a three years old girl and a one year old boy. Now, there goes my story.

Yesterday my kids were at my parents house for the afternoon as usually (for we haven’t got a nanny), and while being there my little boy tore the zipper of his sister’s school uniform jacket. It was like that beyond doubt, for my mother even told me that the piece that moves to close the zipper was lost. Well, I didn’t really look at it last night because I planned to get a new zipper during the weekend. The only comment I made was that it was a problem because my daughter needed to wear her jacket in the inter-nursery schools olimpics on june 24.

Now, to tell the truth, we forgot the jacket in my parents’ house, so my husband had to go for it (which my mother had put in a bag) late last night. He put the bag in the dining room instead of the bedroom so that he didnt’t awake the kids.

The amazing fact is that this morning, when he was changing my daughter for school… THE JACKET WAS AS GOOD AS NEW!!!! No torn zipper was there. I’ve already asked my parents and they can’t make out what happenned.

My husband says it must be his grandparents, who wouldn’t want their great-grandniece to go around with a torn jacket.

What do you think about it?

Feel free to e-mail me,please.

Date: Mon, 15 Jun 1998 07:51:50 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Chris Charmech
email jpost@earthlink.net

story 8 years ago a friend visited some people in San Francisco. She and her husband spent the night in their house.

During the night she was wakened by 3 ghosts — two girls of about 8 or 9 years, and a man in his mid-thirties. All were dressed in clothes of the 1920s. My friend, who has seen ghosts before and doesn’t like the experience, tried to shut them out or make them go away, but they were very insistent that she listen to them.

The man said he was Julius Kahn, a congressman of San Francisco who had died in office. He wanted the world to know that he had abducted these little girls from Aquatic Park, and then murdered them. Filled with remorse, he killed himself a few months later.

Nobody ever guessed his crime, and his spirit wants the world to know. He seemed to be reconciled with the spirits of his victims. My friend protested that nobody would believe her, so as proof, the ghosts took her on an astral visit to the Aquatic Park.

My friend never heard of this park before, but she was able to describe it accurately to her human hosts at breakfast.

If this story is read by any resident of San Francisco, I would be grateful if they would check newspaper files of the 1920s to see if they can find any record of Julius Kahn, and the girls missing from Aquatic Park a few months before the death of Kahn.

Date: Mon, 22 Jun 1998 15:58:24 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous

story my son was diagonsed with a cancer and given a 10%chance of survival. he is mentally retarded his age is 16 but he has the mind of a six year old( santa claus is real because he has all those reindeer) he has no concept of ghosts religion or anything like that. during his chemo he often said come get all these people out of his room. this went on night after night for about 3 weeks. we would go in and no one was there. he would say can;t you see them. we never saw anything. then it stopped for a few days. one night he took a bath about ten minutes later i my other son and daughter saw a white (cloud) for want iof a better word go down our ceiling and into his room. we sat on the couch and i did not say a word. minutes later the son said there was smoke in his room. i went in he was two feet in front of me and i asked where is the smoke? he said it was beteen him and me and those people were in his bathroom also tell them to leave. i saw nothing.

this was the last time he ever mentioned anything about it. now its two years later he is still alive and they say he seems cured. coulkd this have been a paranormal experience? i think so i know it happened i saw the cloud. my son doesnt know a ghost from bugs bunny to him everythong is real

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Date: Sat, 20 Dec 1997 14:25:29 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname michelle katz
email mslg@hotmail.com

I don’t know wheter I believe in ghosts or not. I guess I’m still thinking should I or shouldn’t I? There was one experience that happened to me when I was around ten or so (I was very mature for my age back then).

It was a really warm summer’s day. I was sitting in my family’s kitchen alone, drinking some orange juice at the table. Before I go on, I have to describe somethings. Our kitchen was sunny and spacious, and the table was at the far end of the room. To it’s right was one of those giagantic glass sliding doors. It opened up to a huge backyard, which inclued a small jacuzzi (my grandpa’s faviorite), a cactus garden at one side, our big vegetable garden next to it, and a small fish pond a few feet from the house. There was a willow tree that sort of obstructed my view of the jacuzzi, but I could still see it where I was sitting.

Recently my adopted grandfather (since my birth) had died of cancer. It was a really emotional drain for me, a horrible event since he died all alone in his apartment and I wasn’t able to say goodbye to him.

Anyway, back to the story. I was sitting at the table, thinking about him. Eversince he had died, I kept wishing to see him one last time. Now, I was wondering what he was doing. About two seconds later, I felt this wierd sensation float over me. I stopped what I was doing and turned my head to look at our backyard. At first, the form I saw, standing next to the jacuzzi, was so bright, I thought it was sunshine reflecting off the jacuzzi’s metal poles. I looked down at my juice, but immediately I did a double-take. The form had dimmed down a little, and he was standing there. He was smiling and stroking his beard. For a second he looked directly at me, then he began evaporating and faded away.

I started crying. I jumped off my chair, yanked the sliding door open, and ran outside to the spot he had stood. It wasn’t cold or anything, just really warm. I felt really sad, and I started screaming. My mom ran outside, wondering what was wrong. I kept telling her what I saw, but of course she didn’t believe me. She still doesn’t.

Date: Thu, 14 May 1998 22:36:23 -0400
From: “Randy Erickson” (randye@netexas.net)
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: HI

Dear Folks,

I LOVE this page. I have DLed alot. I have very little to tell in the way of a haunting thought, I am afraid. The only unreal thing that happened to me was in 1967, when I was ten. My mom, dad, and sister were at Expo ’67 in Canada, and we were visiting the building that the USSR had made. The stairs going up and down were the short step kind that were very long. In other words they were only 6 inches high (each), but they went up or down for an entire floor of the building. They were also (the width) very wide, almost 12 inches. Any way, my family was waiting for me at the bottom. I began to walk down the steps, and I tripped. They stairs were made of granite, and I realized that if I fell, I might well be at least injured, or worse. As I fell, I tried to regain my balance by trying to run to keep up with the momentum that I created by falling forward. I was in the middle of the steps and could not reach a handrail. (the stair case was very wide, perhaps 8 feet.) The next thing I knew, I was at the bottom, on both feet, unharmed, but out of breath. On the way down, I noticed my family was just looking at me. A very definate stare, and their mouths were opened, as gasping. In those scant seconds, I just assumed they wer just concerned. (I was scared as heck!) Any way when I reached the bottom, my mother hugged me hard, and said ” I can’t beleive what I just saw! Your feet NEVER touched any of the steps on the way down.” A lady who had witnessed this event remarked that I should have fallen in a heap and have many broken bones, but some how SHE saw what my mom and family had. My dad was at a loss for words, and my sister thought I had something to do with “the flying”. She seemed anoyed at the time, but now realizes I flew down those steps.

Guardian Angel? Not my day to die? Fate? A miracle? Call it what you will, but to this day, I have no idea how I got to the bottom. Any way, that’s it. No ghost story, but an interesting one yes?

Thanks for the site

randye

Date: Fri, 26 Dec 1997 11:50:46 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Heather Shutes
email jhshutes@edge.net

When I was eleven or twelve, I was sitting with my father in our library reading a book and watching “Amadeus.” I looked up from my book and saw what appeared to be a three dimensional shadow moving in front of the television. It had arms, legs, a head, and a body, but it also had odd protrusions that I can’t describe.

I was more shocked than frightened, and I remember remaining totally still the entire time I looked at it.

When it had gone out into the hallway, I looked at my father, who was also not moving. I never said anything about it to him, and he never mentioned it to me. I saw it about three more times that year, and never again.

Date: Sat, 3 Jan 1998 16:28:15 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
email jfoulis

Back in 1989 my boyfriend committed suicide. He was a very mean and violent person and i often felt he had the devil inside him. That of course was not so but he put me thru so much abuse that was how i felt. I had left home with my children two days before he committed suicide, the police found him in our van Locked in the garage. The night before they found him i had dreamed the police were in our house and they handed me a bloody glove. The day after they found him i returned to the house and found the glove with blood on it on our kitchen table. Several days later i moved back in, his family stayed with me that night . Deep down inside i was still afraid of him. That night everyone fell sick . I knew then that he was still there. Thru the next few weeks things got worse. Lights would turn off after i turned them on. Pictures flew off the walls , My collie started howling at night and ran out the door one day never to return, But most of all the smell of death never ! ! left my house, the feeling of sadness in the house could always be felt. My two year old refused to sleep in her room,and the door was always shut, but the lights always managed to turn on. My four month old baby would sit on my lap and focus on thin air and smile and laugh. He was there I knew it, everyone else told me it was my imagination, But mirrors and pictures flying off walls were very real. I moved very far away and have never returned so i do not know if there has been a problem since then.

Date: Fri, 9 Jan 1998 11:48:19 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname mary russell
email pearlrush@hotmail

At the age of six, my nephew was hit by a car and died from the injuries. He was the same age as me and we were very close emotionaly. My mother, father, and I spent a coulple of weeks with my sister after his funeral, then retuned to our home in another city.

A few days after we had come home, my mother was in the shower and I was in front of my mirror in my bedroom brushing my hair when I saw my nephew in the reflection of the looking glass. He was standing in the air off the ground about 2 or 3 feet. At first I thought I was imagining things, but when I turned around he was still there. I remember that he spoke my name and said hello. I was surprised to hear that he had the same lipse in spirit that he had in mortality.

I can’t remember the entire conversation, but I remember asking him if it had hurt him to die. He said that it had been painful to be hit by the car, but there was no reason to be afraid of death. It was actually a pleasant experience.

After reading of many near death experiences I am comforted that this was not the imagination of a six year old girl.

Date: Fri, 16 Jan 1998 23:43:16 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Amber Smith
email asmit01@mail.fc.peachnet.edu

My best friend and I live together in the basement of a good friend’s house.

My friend,Tammy,has always told me that the house was haunted. At first I didn’t believe her. She said that the ghost was a lady that used to live here a very long time ago. She also stated that usually every other night that the ghost would tap on the lamp beside her bed. The only way she could get it to stop is she would have to turn the lamp on, and then just leave it on.

Now I know ghosts are real. My roommate, Allison, said she woke up one night and seen a little girl sitting on the foot of her bed, and the girl was just sitting there staring at her!! This scared me to death. Overall little things are always happening. For instance, if I am here and Allison is not I always hear things being shuffled or moved in her room. And if she is here and I am not she always hears things moving around in my room. It kind of sounds like someone is plundering through boxes or something. That is eerie. Sometimes the lady taps on our window. It is a very soft tap. Usually we just simply say,”Please stop!” And she usually stops. One thing that happens often, is we hear someone open the door that leads downstairs to where we are, run down the steps, and when we look to see who it is there is no one there!

Usually I do not stay alone in the house, I guess I’m a chiken. But, I’m not scared enough to move out. Overall, the bad thing about living in a haunted house is that you never know what is going to happen next. The advantage is that you always have a good story to tell your friends. Now, most of my friends will not even come over and spend the night, not even by own boyfriend!!!

Date: Sat, 17 Jan 1998 18:49:12 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org

not to long ago i was going to school at the local high school. I had heard stories about how it was made. the story goes that when they were building it part of the ceiling in the senior hall let loose. It dropped and killed 2 men. It was left for many years until finally they started building again. People have said they have seen the ghost of these 2 men wandering around the building. I personally never believed it until my senior year.

My locker was down in the senior end of the hall and i was at a basketball game cheerleading. i realized i had books in my locker that i should’ve taken home that night. i found a custodian and asked him to let me into the main building for the books. he looked at me somewhat nervously then took out the key and let me in. As I walked through the doors i glanced back and saw him watching after me with a strange look in his eye. “careful” he called after me. i thought he was trying to scare me.

The school was a lot scarier at night then it was during the day. the lights were low and my footsteps echoed. i kept glancing around nervously. When i finally reached my locker i opened it slowly and bent down to get my books. I could have sworn i heard footsteps, but thought it was my imagination. I didn’t think about it until i stood up and spun around. A large muscular man was standing behind me starring at me. I asked if he was looking for the gym and pointed down the hall towards it. He just stared at me in silence. Suddenly my book dropped and i must have jumped a mile. I bent to get the book and heard a voice. it simply called out “hey Micheal, let’s go!” When i looked up the man was gone. I ran back to the gym more confused then scared. when i got back the custiodian just looked relieved.

The next week i asked my friends mother about the builders who were killed. She told me that they were friends of her mothers and she knew them quite well. She told me that their names were Mike and Pete. Mike was a large man and Pete was kinda tiny. They were great friends and Pete had tried to save Mike from the falling ceiling.

to this day i don’t know if I really saw Mike or if it was someone playing a trick on me.

Date: Mon, 19 Jan 1998 02:33:00 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname K.S.
email vampmaiden@hotmail.com

When I was about ten years old, I was sitting in my grandmothers drawing room (Which was rumored to be haunted).Anyway I was sitting on a couch and suddenly I heard someone breathing. At first I thought that it was my breathing (because the room was empty other than me) but then it turned from breathing into panting and it was coming right into my ear! I ran out of the room as fast as possible. This was only the first time.

Then when I was about 12, my cousins and I decided to call a ghost ( using an Ouija board which was home made ) Then we kept our fingers on the glass and said “If there is any ghost here, please come into this glass” As soon as the words left our mouths, ALL the doors and windows started banging, at the SAME TIME! This was the second time, however there is also a third time….

When I was 15, the same cousins, my brother and sister and I decided to call a Ghost AGAIN! (Once wasn’t enough) Again we said the same kind of things like “If there is any ghost here, please make contact” etc. Suddenly the Glass on which all of us had kept our fingers started to move.( we all thought that one of us was doing it.) So we asked the ghost if it was a male or female and it spelled out “male”. Then we asked the age which was 456 years. Then one of us asked whether the ghost knew any of us and if so he should go to their initials, and the pointer went to “N” which was the initial of one of my cousins. She was totally freaked and she started to cry saying that “Something is happening in my chest and I can’t breathe” Now we were all really scared. Then three of my cousins started feeling something heavy pressing against their chests. And the funny thing is that they all spoke about it at the same time so they could not have been bluffing.

After that we vowed that we would never ever call ghosts or use ouija boards again!! ALL THIS IS ABSOLUTELY TRUE!!

To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subj: My own ghost story!!
Date: 98-01-19 13:34:18 EST
From: SGREENEY@gmgw.com (Greeney, Susan)

I do not know if this is the correct address to send my story, but i will try anyhow.

In 1990 I had a best friend who moved into a house in Milton, Wisconsin. I visited her several times a week, and she started to tell me that she felt something might be in the house…she heard footsteps and running downstairs after the children and she went to bed for the night. At first she thought someone had broken into the house, but upon investigation had come up with nothing! The doors were still locked from the inside and the widows were all shut. The activities started to get stonger after a few months. I stopped by her house one day and went to her door for maybe 2 minutes to ask her husband where she was…when I returned to my car the headlights were on (it was a bright, sunny afternoon!!) When I told my friend about this, she said her mother in law had the same thing happen a week earlier! One day I was visiting I noticed lights dancing on her livingroom ceiling…I checked the windows for the source of the light and the blinds were drawn…we stared at the lights for a few minutes then they slipped in the molding on the ceiling and disappeared. On another occasion she was perming my hair at the dining room table, and I was sitting facing the stairway that went up to the upstairs bedrooms. A young girl possibly 9 years old with long blonde hair, light colored shorts and a white t shirt ran past me and up the stairs…it didn’t hit me til she was already upstairs that it was not any of her children!!!!!! (this was the first and only full fledged ghost that I have ever seen!!!) Other odd things happened in the house…my friend was a large woman who always wore this terry cloth romper in the summer when she cleaned the house…one day it disappeared and she tore the house apart looking for it!!! She found it several months later in October when she was digging in the back of the closet looking for the kids halloween costumes. She pulled out a box with the costumes and decorations and there was her romper!!!!! (I asked her what thet told her!!!)

She also would wash clothes in her basement, put them in the dryer and half an hour later go to take them out…someone elses clothes were mixed in with hers!!!

Date: Wed, 28 Jan 1998 13:16:14 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Angie
email myers@cnct.com

story The ghost in Room 325

My husband was sent to work at the London office, last April for a few weeks. We also were able to tag 2 weeks of vacation time too, I was lucky enough to be able to tag along and keep him company all that time.

Anyway, we were staying in one of Hotels located on the Strand, near the theater district. I usually went out on my own walking tour the city of London everyday. I always made sure I was back to the hotel room around 5 or 5:30 pm. This one particular day I came back a little early to relax and enjoy a cup of tea in the room before going out to dinner with my husband.

I was reading the paper and I also had CNN on the t.v. for the days events. I was happliy sipping my tea, when I my eyes caught the movement of a lady in a fancy 1800’s dress walk away from the vanity and into the bathroom. I

was quite surpised to see this because I didn’ t see anyone in the roon when I came in, and I’m sure I would have heard someone knock at the door.

At first, I thought it might have been someone from housekeeping turning down the roon for the night. But dressed up in this type of garb? I think not. I wasn’t afraid, I think I was more curious then frightened at this point.

I didn’t see anyone in the bathroom at all. It was just a ghost in a very pretty dress and hat. I didn’t see her after that incident.

Date: Fri, 30 Jan 1998 15:04:33 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname John Allen
email jha4pres@aol.com

story This story is related to you the way my father passed it to me (as best as I can remember it….)

As is the case in most ghost stories, one of my relatives passed away. I do not know the exact relation, but the person in question would have been a “great someting or other.”

It just so happened that the “uncle” had passed away in a chair..important later. This occured at a time in which wakes were still common so my grandparents held one in their home. Somewhere between when the night ends and the day begins, a strange creeking noise was heard eminating from the coffin!

As the lone living occupant (my grandfather I believe) watched in stark terror, the corpse of my deceased relative began to sit up…

I would like to say that the corpse’s head spun or spoke or danced a jig, however, this was not the case. As I had mentioned, my uncle had passed in a sitting position. Either from rigermortis (sp?) or some other muscle stiffening, the corpse had reverted to a seated position.

Even no words of wisdom were received, my grandfather still needed to change his shorts!

Date: Mon, 2 Feb 1998 07:59:35 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname melissa
email g_melissa@mailexcite.com

story Maybe it was a figment of my imagination but a chill went down my spin.

I was visiting an old house that in the days of slavery helped runaways escape to freedom. I heard many stories of how the escape was accomplished but the thing that really bothered me was that when there were slave hunters above in the ministers home the women would sometimes have to suffocate their babies in order to save the rest of the groups lives. Everyone went on to see a grave outside of a little girl outside but I stayed in the hidden room for a moment. Everything was really quiet and I was just reflecting on the differant things that probably happened and the heartache that was probably endured. I heard a faint sobbing from a corner the dirtfloored room. There was an apperition of a black wornout women wearing tattered clothes and holding a limp baby then it vanished. I closed my drooping jaw and quickly exited the room.

To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Date: Mon, 02 Feb 98 09:23:00 -0800
From: BAdamczuk@aol.com
Subject: true life experience

I worked at a Hallmark store in a strip mall. When the builders dug up the formerly empty field, they found a massive grave. Research had to then be done on the land. It turned out that the formerly empty field was at one time a poorhouse and another time a institution for the mentally ill. Presumably, when the inhabitants died, they were buried one on top of the other in one part of the property. After reburying the skeletons, the strip mall continued to be built and was eventually completed. I began working part time at the store. Over time, the employees there began to notice strange occurances. Rapping could be heard on the walls, displays would fall over of their own accord, and a stuffed bear hanging from a display, one night, decided to spin around at an extremely rapid rate at its own whim. It did this for maybe a minute and then suddenly stopped. The most interesting thing that happened, however, happened to random customers. Some would approach us and complain about a strange, adolescent girl watching them and frightening them. They all described her as wearing a long, old-fashioned blue dress, black boots and with long brown hair. No one else, save we employees and the lucky customer, would be in the store at the time. We never saw her, although we heard the rappings often enough, and felt cold drafts prior to her appearances. I never did find out who our ghost was, but the store is still there, and she never hurt anyone.

Basia

Date: Thu, 5 Feb 1998 10:04:03 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Elizabeth

My grandfather was a Baptist preacher from North Carolina. Most of the churches he pastored were in that state, but once he took a church in North Georgia. The parsonage was a fairly modern one-story brick house. When my family went to visit one weekend my grandparents shared a strange experience they had a few weeks prior…..

It was getting late one night, and they decided to go on to bed. It had been a rainy week and it was still raining as they got in bed. They said they laid in bed not able to sleep because of the storm outside. The lightning was awful and the wind blew the rain against the windows with great force. It gradually decreased and they thought they would be able to go on to sleep now. The house was quiet and the rain was light and steady outside. Suddenly they heard the sound of a key in the front door and the door opening. They lay frozen in bed as they heard someone come in the house and close the door behind them. Then they heard the person’s footsteps coming down the hall and right passed their bedroom door. (Grandma and Grandpa are in the habit of sleeping with their bedroom door shut.) They both listened as they heard the door of the bedroom, a little further down and across the hall, open and then heard a man let out an audible sigh and drop down on the bed in that ! ! room.

Gathering courage , and thinking that this wasn’t the expected behavior of a robber, Grandpa got up and went to the other bedroom. No one was there! He started for the living room and noticed that there were no wet footprints in the hall. When he got to the front door, of course it was locked just the way they left it.

The next afternoon, they received a call. A man from a church in another town called to give some information for my grandfather to share with his congregation. The pastor of their church used to pastor my grandfather’s church years earlier and still had many close ties to people there. He had just passed away last night….(.close to the time my grandparents heard their visitor.)

My grandparents just didn’t know what to make of it, but to say it was spooky.

Date: Fri, 13 Feb 1998 20:45:22 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Jon
email jongrinder@aol.com

story For three years I owned a haunted house in Pataskala, Ohio. Our ghost manifested itself in many ways; speech (it would whisper your name in your ear), footsteps on the stairs, slamming doors, lights, reflections in mirrors, roaring sounds, and the dropping of coins (brand new pennies) from the ceiling to the floor.

There was a spot in the dining room that my dogs would not cross. They would walk around it as if someone was standing there. Occasionally, the two dogs would both sit and stare at that spot, looking up and wagging their tails just as they do if you are speaking to them.

Below that spot, in the basement, was a filled in well or cistern. I have often wondered what you would find if you were to excavate that well.

My friends and family, for the most part, think that I’m either crazy or making these things up. One couple, who expressed their disbelief after my wife and I told them of the ghost, witnessed the dropping of two coins in our living room. The pennies dropped in the far corner of the room, rolled across the floor and ended up in front of the husband who then looked at me and asked, “How did you do that?”

This house was built in 1891, and I lived in it 100 years later. If anyone out htere has any info on hauntings in the Pataskala area, I would like to compare notes. Feel free to email me.

Date: Sat, 21 Feb 1998 19:21:10 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname tt
email TCLJ91A@PRODIGY.COM

story My friend and I had heard about an old, abandoned ghost town in Conneticut, and decided to check it out. There is nothing left of this town except stone walls and a cemetary. The cemetary has one grave in it, that of a revolutionary war soldier who died in 1777. While visiting at the grave site, we could hear in the distance the sound of a woman calling someone, perhaps a child. This is in the middle of a large forest, and there are no explanations for the source of this sound. We listened to these sounds for about three to five minutes, then it faded away. After visiting the town for a couple of hours, we decided to leave. When we got to the outskirts of town, the path passes through a stone wall. We sat to rest on the wall for a minute or so, and heard the un-mistakeable sound of a childs swing. This sound seemed to be no more than fifty feet awawy, but there was nothing but trees. Then, when the sound ended, we walked along the trail and heard the sound of a horse w! ! alking by in front of us. These woods are open and visability is at least 300 feet. We still found no source for these sounds. One last thing happened that turned out to be the scariest part of the day. Nearing the end of the trail, we turned to see a mist on the trail, where we had just passed. This mist was about three feet wide and six feet high. The presence of the mist frightened us and we walked faster. We turned to check on this mist and found it to be following us. It seemed to move roughly the same distance we walked. The closest it got to us was about thirty feet away.

We are making plans for a return trip to this site. We found it more interesting than scary. The mist was the only thing that seemed to alarm us, and that isnt scary now that I think about it as it was never threatening. I have heard this town referred to as ” the village of voices” and am now a believer in the phenomenon that occurs there.

Date: Sun, 22 Feb 1998 12:04:23 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org

story 1982 living in an apt in San Diego, my father was very ill from a stroke living in Phouenix. My Mom had called at around 8 pm to tell me that it wasn’t looking good for my dad to make it. I told her I would make plans to leave the next day. Went to sleep and around 3 AM was awakened my someone(?) grabbing my ankles and giving them a brief shake. It went beyond a shake, though. It was amols electric and a fully awakened as if I wasn’t even groggy. I think I almost smelled him. I felt great. Needless to say my dad died around then. Not too many people kow this and I prefer to leave myself out of the story.

Date: Sat, 28 Feb 1998 08:40:26 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname R.M.Swanson
email NumbChuck@webtv.net

story When I was younger, roughly in 1983 or so, I was visiting my grandmother at her home. My grandfather had died only a month or two before, and I was not anxious to visit for fear that I would see his ghost. (I know, setting myself up to see his ghost, right?) The night I was there, I turned and felt some sort of look almost penetrating through my body, and preventing me from looking away from my Grandpa’s favorite chair. I saw him sitting there, just looking at me like he normally would of. I do not remember how long I sat and stared at him from the spot, but eventually I fell asleep, and that was that. The experience terrified me, and I have never forgotten it. In a side experience, my grandmother asked me if I had seen him the night that I did, and told me that he was a common sight around the house and sometimes spoke to her.

Date: Tue, 3 Mar 1998 08:01:58 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Diane Sherwood
email shedia09@pct.edu

story THE WHITE WOLF

I have viewed these stories for quite some time, and I feel it is time to tell my own. I am not sure if anyone out there has had any similiar experiences, but if you have, can you e-mail and explain this one to me? Ok, here goes:

When I was about nine or ten years old, I had a friend named Ruthie who lived in a big house out in the country. She had lots of woods around her property, a barn with cows, and a pond. It was the perfect place to just spend the summer days running wild. One day we were out in the woods just playing, talking, and hiking. We ended up, for some reason, seperating. I wasn’t scared, because I knew the woods well, but I did want to find her. I heard a noise behind me, and thinking it was her, turned around. Behind me stood a HUGE white wolf. I knew it couldn’t be a dog, because it was way too big, and I was sure just from looking at pictures of wolves that this was indeed a wolf. I was a bit scared, but since it was only about five feet away from me, I did not want to show it. The wolf just sat there, staring at me. I then heard another noise behind me, and hoping it was my friend, I turned around. It was my friend, and as I turned back around to face the wolf he was gone. My friend had not seen my wolf, and thought I was crazy. I knew better. I scoured the woods with my eyes as well as on foot, but nothing. When we got back to her house, I told her dad about my nature sighting. He laughed and said there were no wolves in Pennsylvania, and that I must have seen a dog. I am now 20 years old, and I still know that what I saw was no dog, it was a wolf, or something in the form of a wolf. I tend to believe the latter, because how could any animal dissapear into thin air in the space of about two seconds. And also because it was a wolf, and there are no wolves in PA. I guess I need to know why me, and why a wolf? It was interesting, but really creepy. Any comments?

Date: Sun, 8 Mar 1998 09:00:04 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org

In January 1974 I attended a sleep over party with ten other 10 yr old girls in my hometome of Rochester, NY.. It was my first such party. After a night of ice skating, eating pizza and watching “The Six Million Dollar Man,” we climbed in our sleeping bags around 11:30 p.m. After much giggling, all was quiet at 1 a.m. as we all tried to get some sleep. We HAD NOT done any trances, levitation, ghost stories or any of the requisite slumber party antics (that came as we got older!). As we quieted down, a woman’s voice said clear as a bell, “It’s one o’clock, girls. You should be in bed by now.” The voice came from the main entry way between the living room and dining room at the front of the house. All eleven of us were completely quiet and then we all shrieked, jumped out of our sleeping bags (we were sleeping in the living room) and tore through the dining room, through the kitchen and up the back stairs to the birthday girls’ parents’ room. We woke them from a sound sleep. The mother tried to tell us that it was Robin’s grandmother (who lived several miles away) who must have travelled to the house and was upset that we were still awake at 1 a.m. We weren’t buying that explanation. We were the only ones in the house (besides the sleeping parents) and what 70+ yr old women would travel alone on cold, snowy upstate NY night to stand outside her granddaughter’s house to scold her and her friends. The voice CLEARLY came from inside the house.

We all calmed down and eventually fell asleep. We never had a satisfactory explanation for the “scolding voice.” I’ll never forget that voice or the intonation. Really not sure what it was, but it was witnessed by eleven people (10 yr old girls). Hard to discount something with that many witnesses who heard the exact same thing.