Date: Thu, 28 Jan 1999 13:31:58 -0800 (PST)
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)
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)
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)
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.
Date: Tue, 2 Feb 1999 18:07:42 -0800 (PST)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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!
Date: Tue, 9 Feb 1999 16:19:32 EST
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
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)” (firstname.lastname@example.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.
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…..
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.
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.
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Tuesday, April 16, 2002 7:50 PM
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!
Lizzy from Winnipeg
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
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.”
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” (email@example.com)
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…