Hi there. After watching Ghost Hunters and the BBC equivalent, I thought I’d search the internet for places that keep collections of ghost stories. And I found your site. I have probably had four paranormal experiences in my life, starting when I was four years old in 1979, and the most recent was in 1998.
The first story was in 1979 at Burraneer Bay Rd, Caringbah, NSW, Australia. I did not think I was hallucinating, but here is my story nonetheless. I was lying in bed and a demonic face appeared on the wall opposite me and we talked. If it occured again I would have shit my pants, but I was four and I decided to talk to it.
Then on one occasion I tried to get out of bed and there was some sort of invisible forcefield that blocked my exit from the bed. It was like repelling me. I screamed for my parents and when they came and turned on the light everything was ok. This happened again some nights later. I don’t remember when the paranormal activity ended. I think after fourth time my parents came to me that these visitations ended.
In 1980 at Glaicher Pde Cronulla Australia, my parents built a new house and at night, two things would happen. The first would be my door knob would turn and door would open without anyone else’s aid. Secondly, it was like someone was breathing next to me. I held my breath and I could hear someone breathing next to me. So after that I said enough is enough and slept with the light on for the next 3 years.
In 1986 my family went to Queenstown New Zealand and stayed at the Cobb and Co. So I thought it was behind me. I had my silly stories that I would share if ghost stories came up, but I felt a sort of foreboding because I felt if I talked about them, that would draw the spirits back into my life. We’d been to Queenstown, NZ and stayed at the Cobb and Co there every year for the past 6 years and nothing ever happened.
Then I got my own room. The room was above the bar (Diggers). Now this was definitely a haunt. I may
have been young when I experienced my first ghostly encounters and they could be easily dismissed as hallucinations, but this was another kettle of fish altogether.
The zippers of my suitcases started moving on their own. I heard them move and they were like 15 feet away. I was a part of a church ~ fundamentalist bible follower ~ and I thought faith would save me. But no it continued to play with the zippers of my suitcase for about half an hour. The only way I fell asleep that night was taunting the spirit and thn being aggressive. That was my most vivid and nasty experience. It still gives me shivers remembering it.
In 1998, I was staying Vancouver at the hotel next to a hospital in downtown Vancouver. I imagine lots of people die there, so ghosts should be common as well. Well this was a basic haunting. I was feeling quite fearless now. It still gives me the shivers, but I’d learnt to be more spiritual. I wasn’t a bible basher anymore. So no faith, you just have to be spiritual when around ghosts otherwise they’d make you insane. Basically something was walking around on the carpets of my room and there was nothing there. I engaged it threateningly. I told it I wasn’t going to stand for it. And after 30 minutes of being aggressive, it left.
P.S. I haven’t put this in any other forum yet.
From: “Philip Vago” firstname.lastname@example.org
Subject: Ghost Stories.
Date: Thursday, September 22, 2005 4:28 PM