Short Stories Page 1
From: StigZodiac @AOL .COM
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Friday, June 21, 2002 5:10 AM
I was holidaying in Corfu last summer at the small, quiet resort of Kalami on the North east side of the island. One afternoon my partner and myself decided to explore,so by foot we headed off from the beach and found a footpath running along the hillside of the coast.The path was steep at first then it levelled off, it had great views of the bay and sea below. After walking for about 23mins i had managed to get ahead of my partner and on doing so, i noticed a woman coming towards me as
she approached i stood to one side to let her pass. Then i waited for my partner to catch up, i mentioned the woman but to my suprise she had’nt seen anyone on the path! This was weird as there was no other way from the path as it was too steep. If anyone had fallen, we would have heard them. SHE HAD COMPLETLEY VANISHED !
Subject: my personal story
Date: Tuesday, June 25, 2002 3:40 PM
Dear Ghost Site,
A little while ago in Springfield Oregon I had a very intense and ghostly happening.
I was lying in bed and in the middle of the night I woke up for an unknown reason. I looked out my open door and saw a lady standing there. She was only an outline and inside that outline it was only dark. Even though I could not see any features or detail about her I could tell it was a female about 5’6″-5’7″ and she was staring directly at me. I could see the outline of her hair that was a little bit past her shoulders and fairly wavy. Her gaze was upon me in an intense way and as soon as I looked at her I turned away and I think I passed out from how immediately I went to sleep. Please consider my story and please consider posting it on your site. I would love to hear from anyone who has had a similiar experience. I have more stories but please e-mail me back first.
Thank you, Shayla
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Wednesday, June 26, 2002 5:54 AM
After reading stories on here for the past couple of years I’ve decided to share my story. My two sisters and I were living in our parents home in a small town in Idaho in the mid 1980’s. Two of the previous owners had died in the house, but we didn’t know this until later. Anyway, one night in returning home from work, I was met at the front door by my younger sister wanting to know if my older sister had been late for work . We both worked at the same factory but different shifts.I told her that she hadn’t and wanted to know why. My sister told me that between the time that my o lder sister had left and I arrived home someone had walked from my room (our house was a two story), down the stairs and out the front door. My family had other experiences similar to this over the years that we lived there, however none of us talked about them until the house was sold 10 years ago. Hope you find this interesting.
Subject: STORY TO TELL
Date: Sunday, October 05, 2003 2:45 PM
Its is a true story. Last year we moved to an older house. It was around people so I wasn’t scared. I was 14, and I was sitting in the living room. My room is on the left and if u sit on the edge of the couch you can look right in. (were I was at). My sister had just left, and the doors and windows were close. As I was sitting there looking at TV, something told me to looking my room. I’m the kind of person that hates when someone is in there room. When I looked, I saw a woman walk from my closet, to my computer. At first I thought it was my sister, and about to scream “get out my room,” then I remembered, she just walked out. At that point, I was almost to scared to move, but I’m a new Yorker. I got up slowly, when to the door, opened it. Opened all the windows, (anything that would let light in). Later I started asking people about the house. They said it was a women that lived in my room, she was alone, didn’t have friend or family, and died without no one knowing it. If i’m not in that room by 12:00P.M, my radio will go off as loud as it can, everytime one song.
From: “Dawn” email@example.com
Subject: Men In Black Robes
Date: Sunday, October 05, 2003 2:25 AM
Hello; My name is Dawn and I wanted to tell you about one of my experiences I had when I was younger. I lived in a apartment building in Kitchener Ontario. It was shortly after my dad passed away that I would wake up for no reason as I lied there, I would see this men in black robes walking around from room to room in our hallway. I saw these men a few times they reminded me of Monks, but I don`t think they were. They had their hoods up I never saw their faces, they wore it looked like white ropes around their waists. All I knew was I was pretty scared. We did finally end up moving out of that basement apartment. I was glad because even on the sunniest days is was dungeon like. Quite a number of years had gone by I told my mom what I saw and she always said it was my imagination. One day as my brother and I sat and talked the subject came up. He too saw these ghostly figures just as I did too. What we experienced I have no idea. All I can say is I can still see those figures in my mind and this happened 30 yrs ago.
From: “Angela Boley” firstname.lastname@example.org
Subject: True Ghost story – Phantom Voices
Date: Tuesday, October 07, 2003 3:49 PM
This ghostly event happened Friday 09/26/03 exactly at 5pm in Kimbolton, Ohio. I pulled in the driveway and got out of my car to go into my cabin. I was first to be home and my neighbors across the street were not home as they don’t arrive till 6pm.(Now I live in a very rural area inside Salt Fork State Park) As I approached the cabin, I heard a very loud voices talking from inside the cabin. I thought at first someone left the stereo on, but I was the last to leave the cabin earlier that day and made sure no stereo or anything else was left on before I left. I feel my windows viberate with the sound of the voices and they were definitely comming from inside. The main voice I heard was a man’s voice. I also heard a woman’s voice that was not nearly as loud. The voices got louder the closer I got the front door. I put my ear to the window and hear there were people talking inside but as loud as they were talking (they talked very fast!) I couldn’t make out any words. Now the windows have curtains in front so I couldn’t see inside. I thought the cabin had been broken into. I checked both front and back door. No sign of forced entry anywhere. I opened the front door. As soon as I stepped inside, the voices stopped. I have no explanation other than it was paranormal. We’ve had other paranormal experiences at the cabin every once in a while but I know every detail of it’s history and there were no deaths nor any signifcant events in the cabin other than it changed owners. End.
Subject: short story 🙂
Date: Sunday, October 26, 2003 1:54 PM
First off, i would like to thank you for creating such a nice site. The following story has never been published for profit or free. All names except mine have been changed
My friend Rae and I were spending a night at our friend Ninas house the summer of 2003. I must say what we experienced that night was our faults as we were looking for trouble through an ouija board. We were in her small living room sitting on the floor at about 1 am playing the board and speaking with someone who claimed to be “Matt” a 14 year old boy. We were doing regular stupid ouija questions when all of a sudden the planchette stopped moving. A few seconds later, we heard 13 loud dings. They were clearly coming from an old wall hung grandfather clock. Only Nina was truly scared. We asked why and she gave us our answer. That very clock had not worked for over 5 years. We were pretty weirded out but were stupid enough to continue communication with “Matt”. We asked if he made the clock ding and he replied yes. He explained that he liked scaring us. Then we all saw something on her stairs. A random assortment of white lights in small bars. We were extremely scared at this point. When we finally got the nerve up to go to the area where the light was still perched, we all felt that the area was warmer then the room. At about this time, Ninas father came down the stairs. His first question was “How the hell did you girls get that clock to work?” We explained everything and he was not too shocked. Ninas family has an intense history of supernatural occurences to the point they changed religions. Both Ninas mother and father are extremely sensitive and clairvoyent and Nina herself is showing signs of being sensitive.
From: “Isaiah Rodriguez” email@example.com
Subject: Read please.
Date: Tuesday, October 28, 2003 2:26 PM
On December 1, 2002 my Grandma past from an illness called dementia. About two months before she died we had a very spiritual Father come in and try to heal her with the power of a holy touch. She became well and we actually thought god had healed her. Around Thanksgiving time she became ill and we had to place her in an elderly hospital. There is where she passed. I was the only person in the family not to see her alive the day she died. My parents took my brother and sister too visit her in the morning, and my unlce and my cousins happened to see her too. Its around noon when the rest of my Family gets home and no longer than two minutes that my parents got home my aunt comes and tells us that my Grandma has passed. I felt like shit because I didn’t get to see her. I went to the hospital this time and seen my grandma dead. I was so sad I had to take a long walk to my girlfriends house. on my way over there I felt like if someone was following me. I look to my left and it w! as then that I seen my Grandma walking right next to me kind of in a floating motion. As I try to touch her cheek in amazement the vision of her went away. If anyone has ever expirenced this pleas e-mail me firstname.lastname@example.org
From: “Ryan Was” email@example.com
Subject: a story
Date: Saturday, November 01, 2003 6:10 PM
I am 13 and living in San Diego California, and discovered your site on google looking for an explenation for what happened in my neighborhood.
About a year ago, i noticed a gate in my neighborhood, which is very small with maybe 10 homes, that I had never seen before.
I got curious about this gate and went back the next day to see what was behind it, finding a large greenhouse and a meadow that seemed like it went on forever. This seemed impossible because everyone in this neighborhood knows that on that side of the neighborhood on the other side of the gate is a large, dusty canyon.
Anyway, about a week later I went back to investigate, and the meadow and greenhouse were completely gone, with a slope downwards with a house very near the gate. It is obviously too little of a time period to have dug a large ditch, started, and completed a house in a week. Besides, how could the meadow have been so big if there was a road in about 1/2 a mile?
If you have questions…or explenations…email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
From: “Chris STANTON” email@example.com
Subject: My strange experinces
Date: Friday, November 07, 2003 1:10 PM
Well after reading the site for over a year I decided to write my own.
The unknown: well ive been to my grandmas and grandpas house a few times now and its was only the second time something really strange really happened. It was a dark night in October and i was trying to sleep when out of the corner of my eye i noticed a very dark and mysterious shape. Mys sister was asleep so i got up and went to see what it was (silly me) and i felt a very distinct yank on my hair. I straight away dived out of the door. >From then on ive never been able to sleep at the house and since its a mew house im suprised.
The old castle Recentlyi went on a nighttime tour of portchester castle. My group of about 9 and the tour guide went with me. As we went around the church i noticed a brown shape like a monk. I brought a book the next day and it said that the castle is often been reported for a brown monk. Strangley no one else saw it. There it is
Short Stories Page 2
Date: Fri, 17 Oct 1997 17:47:03 -0700 (PDT)
I have seen and ‘felt’ numerous ghosts.
The first was a white robed monk which I saw when I was about five years old. It had a very large hood and sleeves, and it seemed to know that I was watching it. It does go into mre detail than this, but I am trying to conserve space!
I saw my dog as a ghost, ‘before’ he died, and smelt something weird in my bedroom. I also couldn’t see my digital clock when I would wake in a sweat, and turn to look at the time.
My husband started to haunt me when he died five years ago. He tapped on the bedroom window from “outside”, and when I went to look, no-one was there. (no, there weren’t any trees outside at all)! He also made the tree plant I have move when there was no breeze, and messed my bed up after I made it every morning.
If you wish for more detail, on these and any other experiences I have had, please let me know, otherwise I could go on forever!!!
From: “GLEN BOURGEOIS” (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Date: Mon, 20 Oct 1997 19:34:49 -0400 AST
Subject: The Moving Cup
I guess you could say just about anyone knows about something that happened that can only be explained by means of the paranormal… Except me, I guess. But that’s not counting all I think happened all those years ago, when I was a kid. I’ll try to work on remembering those, but until then, two friends who just stumbled upon me perusing your webpage started telling me stuff either they had experienced themselves, or someone they knew well (and not a friend of a friend) had had happen to them. Here’s the first…
Down in Abram-Village, Prince-Edward-Island (Canada), there’s an old house that still stands today. Some say the house is 200 years old, but I can’t confirm that right now, nor can I confirm if anyone is there at the moment. The last people I (or rather, she, I’m typing down what she says) heard about anyone staying over there was back in the late Eighties, when a young couple were living there. It wasn’t a dark and stormy night, no people flew through the walls, but one incident happened one afternoon that is worthy of note.
The husband of the two was sitting on the couch, just relaxing, while his wife tinkered about in the kitchen, fixing a pot of coffee. Arriving into the living room, she put down a cup for her husband, on his side of a table. He’d take a sip, and his attention soon focused to something else, until he’d go back for his cup, only to notice it wasn’t on his side of the table but at the other end. Reaching for it, he’d take a sip and promptly forget about it, thinking his wife was playing a prank on him. After two times of this, he raised his gaze to see his cup slowly moving away from him, gliding on the table.
Of course, when this happens to you, you tend to get a bit curious and start keeping an ear open around town to hear if something odd had happened at that house. One of the neighbors had been around for awhile, and during a conversation, his neighbor mentions the elderly couple who had lived there before them. The man of the house was arthritic, and his wife would torment him by putting his cup of (tea or coffee, I’m not sure) as far away from him on the same table while he’d be sitting in the living room. Nothing had happened to the neighbor in question, nor did anything ever happen again to the couple who saw that cup move.
I just found out the second story to be a fake, while I was typing this one in. I guess I’m not the only one who doesn’t have a true ghost story on the tip of my conscious mind. At least this one is real. And if I can remember the stuff that happened to me while I was a kid, I’ll be sure to share. (I was never really that comfortable, at my house or elsewhere. Often labelled a scaredy cat, I always thought there was more to it than that. How can you stay scared of the same thing for years on end? And when I wasn’t, then it was my sister’s turn.)
Ah, well, Glen Bourgeois
Date: Tue, 4 Nov 1997 14:24:38 -0800 (PST)
My story happened about six years ago. My family and I lived in an old, big house in a small town. The main floor has a lot of windows stretching around the living room and dining room. One night my mom and I walking through the dining room and the lights were off. However, the light outside our window was on which cast the shadows of the trees onto our window. Since there were only two trees on that side of the house it was easy to see everything else in our driveway. I looked over to the window, and I noticed a very distinct shadow of a man hunched over like he was tip toeing outside our window. The shadow was very clear and normal size, suggesting that the man ws directly next to the windo. I was frightened, I didn’t know who would be creeping around our neighborhood. My mom yanked the cord to draw the curtains open when the figure was about half way across the window…only to find absolutely nothing out there.
Date: Mon, 17 Nov 1997 10:38:10 -0800 (PST)
I have a (ghost) living in my house. I think it is a little boy. My two children talk with it and play with it.On halloween my husband was sitting on our couch and my daughters candy was sitting on the back of the couch,it moved. The next morning my daughter just woke up and she had a sucker I ask her where she got it she said the little boy gave it to her.
One day I was sitting in the chair and (someone) knocked on my door, I got up to answer it and there was no one there but as soon as I turned my back my keys moved from one side of the table to the other. Not thirty seconds later bells rang in my mother-in-laws room and she has no bells in her room. Evernight when I come home my frontroom and frontporch lights are on.
My mother-in-law is dying of canser andi figure if this little (ghost) wants to stay here he can help me. So everynight I ask him if anything goes wrong with my mother-in-law would he somehow tell my husband or my self.
It may be hard to believe but its true.
Date: Tue, 18 Nov 1997 01:48:14 -0800 (PST)
email Mendez, B. SRA, 393BS/MAF
This story is probably true, although it happened to my best friend not me.
The ghost of the living dog
My friend is orginally from Nevil Island PA. She lived there most of her life until she was about 13, when she moved to our town Avella, PA. Well my friend told me of a time when she was home alone with her mother and her dog. (In Nevil Island) and she sat in the door way of the pantry with her dog on her lap petting it and as she turned to the living room she seen the same dog walk passed her, in shock she looked down and she was still petting the dog on her lap and it had never left!!!!!
Have you ever heard of this before?
Date: Wed, 26 Nov 1997 14:46:51 -0800 (PST)
I used to work in a nursing home, and I sometimes felt “creepy” in certain rooms, as many people had died in them over the years. I asked the R.N. on my shift if he ever felt the same, half-expecting him to laugh at me, being the pretty normal and down to earth guy that he is. However, I was pretty interested to find out that he did, and had some experiences to relay.
For example, not where we worked, but at a hospital where he had worked earlier in his career, there was one about the “posessed lady.”
Here goes: One night he was working at some hospital along with some other nurses, and this old woman came wildly screaming out of her room. After the staff tried to calm her, she basically cursed them, spat, screamed, etc. and had to be carried physically back to her room. Here is the wierd thing, she weighed like 90 lbs., and not just one person could handle her. 3 of the staff (men) weighing over 200 lbs. each had to carry her back to her room. My nurse friend said that when this woman jerked her body, all four of them would sway and stumble several feet! When they took her back to her room, all the while spewing out stuff in other languages, she had to be tied down in her bed. (These were the “old days”) After my nurse friend left the room with the others to ponder what in the world just happened, he said that he heard a snap, and the woman had broken off her restraints. She had this amazing strength, and began screaming in this deep man’s voice. He said that he was totally freaked out, at this point, and thaught that he had seen her levitate.
After giving this lady some kind of shot, she went to sleep. He then asked the others who were working that night if they thaught that she was posessed. They just lauhed, and after that, used to tease him about her being his girlfriend.
Date: Wed, 26 Nov 1997 20:17:41 -0800 (PST)
This is a very simple story. I am a housekeeper by trade. One day my brother and I were working at the home of a regular client.
We were both in the basement working when we both heard some one walking across the floor upstairs. I yell up, “Hello?!”.
There was no answer. My brother doesn’t work with me on a regular basis so he suggested that I go up first so as not to startle(sp) anyone. I went up ahead of my brother only to find and empty house with both doors closed. I looked at my brother to make sure we had both heard the “intruder”. We had indeed.
I later asked my client about it. She was not surprised. “It happens all the time. We’re just used to it I suppose.” Hummmmmm.
From: email@example.com (kimberly mitchell)
Date: Thu, 14 May 1998 16:03:38 -0400
Subject: Guinea pig ghost
This is a rather peculiar story in that the ghost I encountered was my pet guinea pig named “Squeaky”. Poor Squeaky died suddenly one night after becoming ill for some unknown reason. We were very close and I cried for hours when he died. I held an animal funeral with my two dogs and cat in attendence.
The day after the funeral, I woke up to hear the unmistakable squeak of my pet guinea pig trying to wake me up. I brushed it off as a dream and went about my day. However, the sqeaking did not stop! Every time I went upstairs where Squeaky once lived, I would hear loud squeaking that no doubt was my deceased pet. Each time this happened I would doubt what I heard until one day I had a friend over for a visit who knew about my guinea pig dying, but not about the continued squeaking. She too heard the noises coming from upstairs and said, “I thought your guiea pig died”. I asked her if she heard the noise too and she said she had. I then explained that Sqeaky had died but maybe he wanted to say good-bye. I never heard his squeak again.
Date: Thu, 11 Dec 1997 19:34:21 -0800 (PST)
Earlier this year a friend and I went camping in her RV. She slept in the cab over section, I was on the converted bed near the floor. Sometime during the night I was awakened by the noise of our hosts’ dog fighting with their cat. I listened to this for awhile and tossed, trying to get some more sleep. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed movement towards the back of the RV (there was a full moon and the inside of the camper was quite illuminated). I thought it was my friend in the bathroom so I didn’t think much of it. However, this apparition (best description) started walking towards me and I could make out the face as clear as day – it was not my friend. This apparition looked at me, locked eyes with me and the hair raised on the back of my neck. I shouted “hey!” not knowing what else to do and the figure backed up and blinked out, no fading or anything, just blinked out. I was thoroughly shaken, and the few I have told this tale to said I “was just dream! ! ing” and scoffed. However, I know I was fully awake, had been for some time and I know what I saw. Surprisingly, I was not scared, it was more of a thrill and a sense of wonderment.
Date: Sun, 14 Dec 1997 19:58:20 -0800 (PST)
email ImpGoddess@aol.com, ImpGoddess@hotmail.com
Another wierd experience….
One of my friends(T.J.) when I was younger lived with his grandfather in this really old, gorgeous victorian. I used to visit there often (I was pretty rebelious and would sneak over there when I didnt want to be at home). Now there are very few things that I have phobias of. One is clowns and the other is flying.
Occasionally I spent nights at the house and would sleep in the second bed in TJs room (it was actually a guest room that was never redecorated when TJ moved in). On the wall facing the bed I usually slept in was this smiling clown figure. When ever I slept over I would either set it outside the room or turn it so taht it was facing the wall. If I put it in the hall I would wake up each morning with it on the bedside table. If I turned it to the wall it would be facing me in the morning.
There were many magazines on the desk on the opposite side of the room. Many times when I walked by a breeze would blow one or more of these magazines open and always to a page where a plane was pictured. Once I awoke to a magazine at the foot of my bed. It was open to a story of a plane crash.
Other strange things happened in the house. Like a heavy trunk that was in the attick would be found in the middle of the den. Another time a picture of TJs dead grandmother was found in the middle of the living room floor, where she used to set her chair to read.
We never really figured out what the reasons for these things were. Maybe we just had a mischievious ghost. TJs grandfather always thought it was his dead wife getting bored of the after life:)