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by Black Hawk
All I'm sorry I put those stupid question marks. I just wanted to incourage people to more stories because they are so good. I guess they didn't work. I signed my self up as another name because I knew you guys would eventualy get tired of that. Anyways I'm sorry. I will post up some stories later, It's just that my dad has been messing a lot with the computer and rarely have any time to go on the this web site.
This story that I am about to tell is absolutely true and I would like to know if anyone else has ever experienced anything like it. My best friend lydia went to London England for a holiday . While we were there we stopped in at a pub/cafe that looked very old . We in fact found out that it was very old . We sat down and ordered and just talked and were totally in awe of all the way old things throughout the cafe . After we had been there about 45 minutes Lydia began talking in a voice which was not her own . She was talking about finding her true love Oswald or Oswade or something like that . She didn't have a true love named Oswade or anything else . We were both just out of highschool and only 17 and 18 years old . I must tell you that Lyda is not one to put on an act and she has never been interested in ghosts or spirits or anything and in fact has never believed in anything paranormal . But here she was talking with an old english accent and calling herself Brenella or some such name and talking of her true love osborn or oswade or what ever . I noticed that before she began speaking in that odd voice that her eyes sort of rolled back into her head . I thought she was on the verge of a seizure or something . After about 2 or 3 minutes the person inside of her left and lyda came back . She had the strangest look on her face . When our waitress returned to refill our glasses and ask us if we wanted anything else , I asked her if she could tell us a little of the history of the place . She told us that the place had been built in the late 1800's and had always been a pub . That there had been a bar maid or beer wench as they were called and her name was Brendella and that she died from a broken heart when her true love Osweld or something like that was reported lost at sea . He was a merchant seaman or something like that . I was totally stunned at what she was telling us . But then she told us that the pub was reportedly haunted by the ghost of Brendella and that psychics have said that she is still waiting for osgood or oswade to return .I'm sorry, I can't remember the guys name . I do believe it was Oswade or Oswelled . When I told Lyda what she had said she was totally stunned . She said that she didn't remember anything and didn't even realise that she had been in a trance or whatever it was . But she is now a little more opened to the paranormal especially after going to a haunted pub . We also stayed in a haunted old timey hotel in England but that is another story. Thanks for reading my story.
My dad once told me when he was a young man, he use to enjoy going to the river with his friends to swim, and pass the time away during the summer months.
On this particular day, most of the time was spent in, or on the river. My dad told me that he had gone for a walk and do some exploring along the riverside. The sun was just about to dissapear over the horizon, so he decided to make his way back to where his buddies had been camped-out.
While walking back, he noticed a strange glowing light comming from the ground near the edge of the water. He described it as a yellow, greenish glow, not very bright, but it was glowing, whatever it was. To this day, I've often woundered what it could have been, whatever it was that he had seen. I should ask him to tell me about it again sometime, so I could gain more detail on it. I'd like to go back there, and do some digging around. I have to admit, there are times when I don't think too much of the consiquences. But on this particular story, I think the risk of snooping around would be worth it...
This could be one of the freakiest stories that anyone has ever read on any of the ghost story sites . I know it's true cause I was there . My dad passed away in 1994. My Mom had a very beautiful headstone made for his grave that had his image on it and a very nice saying on the back of it. My Dad had been in the korean war in the army .He hated the army so much that when he knew he was going to die he made my Mom promise not to give him a military funeral . Well my Mom kept her promise to him . But about a month later there was an American flag and a military headstone brought to our house . The head stone was to be placed on my Dad's grave but my Mom didn't want to do that because she had promised him she wouldn't . But , parts of the family began pressuring my Mom to put the headstone there and it got so bad she finally relented and took the headstone to his grave . she layed it at the foot of the grave because the nice headstone was already at the head of it . Three days after we took the headstone out there we walked out the front door to go to school and there on the porch was the headstone. The military headstone. So my Mom thinking it had been a prank took the stone back to the cemetary and once again put the stone at the foot of my Dad's grave . About three days later I went to the tack shed to get my saddle to saddle up my horse and there on the floor of the tack room was that headstone . I almost fainted when I saw it cause I knew that my Mom had taken it to the cemetary a few days before . I ran to the house screaming and told my mom that the stone was back . She didn't believe me till she saw it for herself. So once again we took the stone to the cemetary and placed it at the foot of the grave.This time we dug down a little thinking it would be harder for who ever was taking it to get it out .WRONG!!!! A few days after that we once again found the stone on the front porch of our house and once again we took it to the cemetary and this time my mom cemented it in . Well, for nearly a week we were confident that the stone wasn't going to be moved .But, on the sixth day, my mom recieved a call from the sheriffs department . They said that my Dad's headstone was in the middle of the street and causing all kinds of problems. You see, we live in a very very small town in Texas where everyone knows everyone and still live by the old time standards and finding a headstone in the middle of a main street is a bit unnerving . People were driving around it or trying to . A few were unable to avoid it and there were tire marks on the headstone . The sheriff had also contacted the funeral home that handled my Dad's service and when they called my mom she told them about the stone coming back home and how many times it had done that . The people at the funeral home took the stone back to the cemetary and guarenteed us that it wouldn't be leaving the cemetary again . And they were right . They took a minister or a preist I don't remember which and they prayed over my Dad's grave and blessed the stone and what ever else they do . To this day, the stone has not moved .It remains a mystery to this day how the stone got from the cemetary to the places that it did . No one that we know moved it . I hope that my dad finally found peace and that he just came to accept the stone there as what it was , just a piece of stone .
I am writing this to hopefully get some answers and to find out if anyone has ever had anything like it happen to them . I have noticed little things going on around my house that I have never experienced before . I always hang my truck keys on a nail on the wall just inside my front door . I have done this since my kids all started being able to walk and get into things because I had left them on a table and one the kids was playing with them and lost them .It is a habit of mine to hang them up as soon as I walk in . Well a couple of times when I have gone to get my keys they have been gone . I know I hung them up and the kids aren't tall enough to reach them but they were not there . I have also been getting the sensation of someone sitting on the edge of my bed at night . I just kind of blew these things off as simple forgetfulness or whatever . I have never believed in ghosts or any of that until yesterday. I was at my computer trying to get some work done but I kept feeling someone playing with my hair . It felt like someone was stroking my head and just picking my hair up and playing with it . I looked back to see if someone was there and when I turned back to my computer monitor I saw a tall dark figure standing behind me . I was alone in the house at the time . My kids were in school and my husband passed away two years ago. I was startled to see this tall man on my monitor standing right behind me . When I turned around to see who it was there was no one there . I thought it was my over active imagination but today , just about 10 minutes ago , I was here at my computer again which is where I am everyday from 9 am to 5 pm , and once again I saw the tall dark figure standing behind me on the monitor . Can anyone please tell me what it could be and what can I do to make it stop .I have also noticed my bird saying things that make no sense. This bird has never spoken a word in the three years I have had him but now all of a sudden he is saying things like , Ron's home or Ronald wants a kiss . He says a couple of other phrases as well , but if I write them here I will probably be kicked off the site for profanity. I am watching my monitor closely to see if the guy comes back and hoping that he doesn't .I am looking forward to hearing from someone that can give me some answers on this trouble.
In 1985 L.A, my mom had a friend that stayed at the Huntley House. she was taking a shower and when she got out her name, Maureen, was written on the mirror! Now if thats not freaky then I don't know what is. If u have any responses please write!
-Autumn
My mother has had some pretty freaky things happen to her in her life. She always tells them to me, so I thought i'd put this one on this website. This was about 10 years ago at the Seelbach hotel in Louieville, Kentucky. My mother is a flight attendant and she was having a layover there. One time before, one of her friends had a layover there and said that she left the room and came back and the whole bed was in the middle of the room! I asked my mom what the story was behind the weird stuff and she said that back in WWII this lady caught her husband cheating on her. Then she killed herself. So anyway, while my mom was staying there she left her room and came back later to find that every single drawer in the room had been opened! She went and ask the front desk if anyone had been in her room and they said no not at all. I thought this was pretty freaky, but if anyone else has more stories on this hotel, please respond.
-Autumn
I will be guessing the years of when this dream started. its a dream i have had ever since i can remember. the 2 dreams really do not go together but when i do have them it seems like they are attached some how.
1st one:
This dream started when I was 7-8 years of age. I was hanging with my cousins in the dream i was about the same age. The 4 of us where in a dark vacated house..my cousins where a head of me..i was crying because i was scared..in matter of minutes a black cat ran under my legs and into the walls where the cat vanished. then i saw the cat run outside. I tried going outside, but could not..it felt like i was being trapped.(Wish I knew why I keep on having the dream. Its going on 12 years of having the dream.)
2nd one:
I was in an open area surrounded by trees in a circle and there was lots of grass. I was in this one area and across from me a tiger comes out staring me up and down, Then i had this tiger in my hands. ( That one is just wierd)
3rd one:
I am driving a school bus or i am in the school bus. I go through houses, go thourgh a grassy area, Drive through snow, go over all these bumps. (thats about it for that dream. I wish i knew what it is telling me.)
Okay so there is 3 of them reasons I wish i knew why i have these dreams that have been going on for almost 12 years. please feel free to tell me what they could mean. I have a book of dreams, they do not say much on those dreams. thanks for reading Ale
A couple of weeks ago I was in bed asleep. I had a dream about my father and he was calling to me. I woke up still hearing his voice echoing in my head at 2:00 a.m. I snuck out not about to wake up my fiancé. And got in my car and went to the cemetery where he is buried. I was in a deep depression for it is almost the anniversary of his death. It always puts me in a funk. So I got to the cemetery and went to his grave. It was pitch black and I was petrified to be there. But I knew I had to go! I walked over to his grave and initially started to cry and mourn again. As I do every time I go there. When I suddenly felt a cold breeze brush across my face! I knew it wasn’t my dad for it was an eerie bad feeling. I quickly turned and saw a shadow coming towards me in the moonlight. I was scared to no end. But knew I couldn’t leave so I sat down next to my fathers grave and put my right arm on the tombstone and buried my face in my arm. I could hear the wind start to whistle and blow, it sounded like a sinister laugh. I started to sob that my father could be in an evil place and scared as to what would happen to me. When all of a sudden I felt a warm sensation on my left shoulder. And I felt comforted, the wind stopped and I slowly looked up. I had tears in my eyes but I thought I saw a hand on my shoulder. It was very white and transparent but very real. I placed my hand on it and it vanished. I struggled quickly to rub the tears from my eyes. When I felt surrounded by love and warmth. I knew that it was my father. At that point I didn’t need to see him because I felt him all around me. I got up and went to walk back to the car. I turned and looked back to the headstone one last time. One last tear fell down my cheek as I said, “Thanks dad!” I got back in the car and started it up, when I noticed a picture on the passenger side floor of the car. It was faced down. I picked it up when I saw writing on the back. It said “Your welcome!”
It was a picture of me and my dad one-week before he died. I asked my sister to make me a copy of it. She told me she would, I e-mailed her saying Thank You. She wrote on the back of the card Your Welcome! I had lost it and went crazy looking for it. It was really reassuring to find the picture, and after saying thanks to him. It felt like he was saying your welcome to me. I drove home and I am out of my funk for now, I know I will go into it again but now I feel it will be easier!
I used to be best friends with a girl at senior school called Megan. Everybody would ask me why I bothered as she was quite strange but as far as i was concerned, she was a good friend and i loved her to bits, she could be as weird as she liked. Last year of school she died her hair black and wore black clothes and make up.She swore blind she would be a ghost hunter... after school we kid of lost touch for one reason or another, which when I reflected a couple of years later, upset me.
Then a few weeks ago my mother received a call from Meg. She requested my phone number and gave me a call. She asked for us to meet up. It turned out she was living 150 miles away, so my fiance, Kye, took a few days off work to mind our baby while I went to see Meg. Her house was HUGE nothin like i'd expected. I was in awe and asked where she worked to be able to afford it. She explained that she got the house really cheap as it was haunted. I wasn't too bothered. I just don't get phased by that stuff, u just don't expect to have an 'encounter' do u?
We talked till 3 in the morning about the old days and our new lives. She asked to come and stay at mine and meet my new family. I couldn't wait.
Finally I questioned, 'so who's the house haunted by then?'
She told me about a woman who used to live there. She was raped and fell pregnant, givin birth to twins- a little boy called Malachi and a little girl called Victoria. She soon resented them and began to torment them. It turned into torture. She would beat and strave them and lock them in their rooms. She brain washed them with horrific stories of monsters and ghosts and such likes and the torture just continued to get worse. One day Victoria stole some bread from the kitchen for her and Malachi as they were starving. Both children were 5 at this time. When their mother caught them, she cut of their hands and made them stand in opposite corners of their bedroom.. where they slowly bled 2 death, screaming in agony.
Great story to be told before you go to bed eh?
Megan claimed to have seen the little girl once, but never to have seen the boy. So inevitably i suggested we go sit in the room and wait for them. We could call them and see if they would show.
Meg went a step further. A ouija board. I wasn't comfortable with this at all.
We sat in the center of the room with a candle light at either side of us.
We said the rhyme to capture spirits in the glass (I wont print it on here, as I wouldn't want any1 to use it). We spun it ova and placed our fingers on the top.
'Victoria?' I whispered.
'Victoria if u are in the room let us know' Meg continued.
'Victoria are u in the room?' the glass moved to 'yes'. I was crappin my pants by this point, I know they r only children, but DEAD children!!
Any questions we asked after that went without a response. Finally it hit me. The childrens mother had abused them , probably even told them they were naughty and deserved punishment. That's what they would respond to.
'Victoria, Malachi! Such naughty little beasts, unlovable, wretched children, they must be punished!'
Meg sat wide eyed, she knew exactly what I was doing.
Suddenly the glass flew from the board and smashed against the wall. The second it smashed it was as if the spirits had come straight out of it. A boy in one corner of the room in a scruffy grey shirt and ragged black shorts. A girl in the opposite corner, Her black dress so old and worn it had holes and rips, probably from the beatings. Their faces pale and their eyes dark, they held out the bloody stumps.
A piercing scream filled the air and both Meg and I whinced at the sound. Then both children were gone.
It is clear those poor souls are still enduring torture in their death. Nothing could be worse. Meg is going to continue trying to communicate with the children and try to set them free.
When my mom was the age of 20-21. she lived in a 2 bedroom apartment..that had a secret getaway to the basement of the Apartment complex..NO One knew about this not even the owner of the place that is how old the building is. Well any way...my mom just moved in with her friend. they put up blinds on the windows in the living room...My mom would lay there watching tv then minutes later seeing that the blinds where on the floor...my mom did not think anything of it as she tells me. My mom soon went to bed after putting the blinds back up...the next morning my mom was the first up the blinds where once again on the floor... This kept on going for a good 2 months...my mom and her friend after the 1st week of living there..the boyfriends decided to stay there for awhile just to make sure no one was breaking in or something out of the ordinary was going on...thats when the 4 of them find the secret getaway to the basement...all 4 did not want to see the basement...than many nights later when it stopped for awhile all blinds where off even the bedroom blinds and kitchen blinds..Thats when my mom and her friend where getting very mad..My mom never tried to investagate(as in looking at old newspapers of the town) Well 32 years later....my cousin is living in the same building being remodeled but still had the same look just more up dated ...my cousin lives in the apartment that my mom and her friend lived in...It still continues the spirit who lives there must like light and doe not want blinds on the window so my cousin uses a light colored sheet...that has not been on the floor...Everyone else who has lived in that apartment moves out in 3 months just like my mom and her friend my cousin has lived there for 6 months...he said he is not leaving...
I usualy try to keep my furniture free from dust as best as I can. I remember how I cleaned house one day, and wiped the t.v. screens clean of dust, and smudges. The next morning I had awaken, and as I was getting ready for work, I walked by the t.v. set in my bedroom. I noticed right away that the screen was marked with small handprints, but they were unusual becuase although the hands were small in size, the fingers were long, and thin. and instead of 5 fingerprints, there seemed to be only 4. I couldn't understand why they had appeared on the screen like that, even though I cleaned it all very well the day before. I've got no kids, and my sisters kids haven't visited for a few days, and besides, the handprints were of unusual size, and shape...
We were kids back then, We didn't have much to do during summer vacation but kill time, and let our imagination get us into trouble. We were walking along the creekbed one morning looking for crawdads,(crawfish). to catch. As we woundered along the edge of the water, we took notice of some footprints in the shape of cloven hooves. But what was strange about these footprints, was that instead of four sets of prints like most animals usualy make. These footprints were only a set of two. As if whatever made them, walked upright. Our imagination began to take off, we all decided it was the devil walking around the night before, and left those prints there. Strange...
I had heard about people saying that they had either spoken to or saw a loved one before they died . I never thought about it much one way or the other until the night of june 10,2000. My Aunt Linda and I had been very very close. From the time I was 9 years old we had lived across the street from her and spent 99 percent of our time at her house playing with my cousins and just hanging out. Aunt Linda told me all my life that she was a witch .All the kids in the neighborhood spent many afternoons after school , weekends and summer evenings at Aunt Linda's house listening to her ghost stories and watching her do things that to us proved she was a real witch Things like holding a lit cigarette in the palm of her hand and not getting burned by it . I know better now , but when your a little kid anything an adult tells you is the truth . There were even a few grownups on the block that believed that my Aunt was a witch .As I grew up I was becoming more and more independent.At 13 years of age I ran away from an abusive home and never went back. I hadn't been able to visit Aunt Linda for obvious reasons but I called her daily to let her know that I was well and doing okay. When I heard that she was ill I called her and asked her how would I know if she got worse or passed away, I couldn't go to her so how would I know . She said that she would let me know . She would somehow get a message to me . Well, three months later I was hit with the most overwhelming sadness that I have ever felt in my life . I knew at that moment that it was Aunt Linda . Later that night I woke up to find her standing in my bedroom at the foot of my bed . She said that she just wanted to make sure that I was well and doing okay before she went on to rest .She said that she had promised me she would somehow let me know when she had passed on . She told me not to be sad for her that she was better now than she had been in years . She said that she didn't hurt anymore and that she felt like a young girl again . I knew that it as true and that she was in a much better place .
This story was told to me by my dad. He told me a story about two twin sisters who were killed at a railroad crossing near a grocery store a longtime ago. This story goes back to about the 1940's. He said the girls were in a car, and were on their way home from an evening out on the town with a few of their girlfriends. When they got to the point of the crossing, unknown if they tried to beat the train, or were distracted from their driving. They were struck, and killed instantly.
Several years later, people who worked at the nearby grocery store would tell stories of how they would hear laughter, and the voices of girls talking comming from somewhere at the back end of the store, the side that faces the railroad tracks where the girls were killed. My dad went on to say, that he too once worked at that grocery store when he was much younger, and often late at night, when he worked alone stocking the shelves, etc., he too would often hear the laughter, and voices of young ladies engaging in happy conversation. although he couldn't understand exactly what was being said, he could hear the voices, and laughter of the sisiters who died together that nite long ago on those tracks near that grocery store...
Here's a story I've heard about mirrors. Just read this story, but I don't advise anyone trying this, although I'm sure someone will. now that I've mentioned it...
It's said that mirrors too have the same influence that oija boards do. It's said that if you hold two mirrors facing eachother you can look into infinity. but at the same time, you create a portal which negative energies, or spirits can pass through. You should never keep two mirrors facing eachother somewhere in your home. Becuse unknowingly you'll leave an open gate from which spirits will come into your house...
A very long time ago my brother made a very scary picture that somehow it resembled a bear. I was freaked ouy when I first saw the thing. I looked like monster. A couple of days later the eyes of the picture started glowing that was when I became really scared. The next day I ware I came of the wall and started walking in my my room. At the time me an my brother shared a room so it started to walk in the room so waked up my brother but as soon as I did the thing went back into the picture. So I went to sleep forgetting that I left my knife in th floor. The next thing I know th creature is up on my chest holding the knife up to my throat. And the thing said why were you trying to tell on me. I say nothing... And he asked me the me question... but I didn't answer so he left. And I stayed up all night thinking about that. As soon as the sun went up I started the fie place and threww the horrid picture in there. Don't ask me why but when I threw the picture the eyes were bleeding. Here comes the freaky part. When I went to my friend's house he had the same picture on his wall...
At the main cemetary in town, the largest of the town's cemetaries, My brother, and a few of his friends came home to tell me a story of what had happened to them one night. They said they had gone to the city cemetary to mess around, and just hang out. They had snuck in over the gates trying not to get cuaght. As they woundered around, in the dark, they had come near a few of the older graves. As they stood around talking, and b.s'n, as kids sometimes do amongst themselves, they were confronted by a large shadow comming up from one of the graves! They said it was a huge black towering shadow! They nearly crapped their pants trying to beat eachother back over the fence. They were pretty shaken by what they had seen. But I guess that's one area that's best left alone. So they got what they deserved that nite. a lesson well learned...
My older brother had come home from work one late afternoon. As we were having supper, he began to tell us about a bottle that one of his friends had found while they had taken a break from work, and hung-out near the river where they had been working. They were working at a construction site near Thompson Island. The same piece of river that has stories of the Confederate ghost at the Thompson Island bridge, and the "Llorona", the weeping woman...He told us that while on lunchbreak, his friend went into the shallow part at the edge of the river. And as he walked around in the water, he saw an old bottle sticking out of the mud underneath the waters' surface. He reached down and pulled the bottle out, He said that the bottle looked realy old, it had an odd looking shape to it. kinda like the bottles that were used during the 1800's. It was sealed with wax, and a large cork. And had somekind of markings etched onto the glass side of it. His buddy worked to pull the waxcovered cork from the bottle, and as he finally did, he put it up to his nose to smell it. He was disgusted to take a whiff of the stench that came from the bottle, he then went to dump the contents into the river, as he poured it out into the river, An ugly blood curdeling scream was heard comming from somewhere down the river, beyond the treeline in the distance. My brother said that he and his friend just stood there looking at eachother with chills up, and down their backs. They tossed the bottle into the river, and left back for work kinda freaked at what happened...
While I was at work, I was sitting at my desk, filling out paperwork. It had been a slow day, and most of the guys were off woundering around goofing-off, and visiting buddies at other departments. (That's the kind of company I worked for pretty cool huh?) Anyways, as I sat alone, working at my desk, I suddenly heard this loud noise behind me like a sheet of paper being thrown to the floor. I spun around, and didn't realy notice anything unusual at first, but then I noticed the large map of Texas that hung on the wall was under a table near the corner. Not thinking much of it, I picked it up, and hung it back on the wall. I sat back down, and continued my duties, but a couple of minutes later, the map fell off the wall again! I took notice of this with great curiousity. So I took a piece of wire, and actualy twisted onto a loop on the wall making sure it wouldn't come off again. I was alone for several minutes, about 30 to 40 minutes, and my desk was near a small opening that gave way to my workspace so I'd be sure to take notice of anyone comming in. In fact, they'd have to walk right in front of me. I continued to sort some papers, and work on the coomputer...Again, the map came off the wall. But this time, it didn't just fall to the floor, I cought it out of the corner of my eye, it fly off the wall, and landed several feet away in the middle of the room. I was freaked! I woundered how the Heck did this thing come off the wall after I'd tied it with wire? When my co-workers came back from messing around at the warehouse, I told them what had happened. Of course, they just laughed, and teased me about it. But I got one of the guys to work in my area with me hoping that they too would get the chance to see this strange accurence. Sure enough he did!, we were going over some blueprints on a table, and as we had our backs to the wall where the map hung, we both heard it come off the wall, and onto the floor. He was surprised, and I asked him if he finally believed me. He believed me, finally. I told him to hang it back on the wall, and twist the wire into a hook so it wouldn't come off. But shortly after he did as I asked, the map came flying off the wall again. this continued for several days, alot of my co-workers wittnessed it. And after about a week, it suddenly stoped. We'll never understand why it happened, but it was a real hoot watchin' something that wierd...
Hey everyone..I need some answers to some of the things that i have felt since i can remember. Why does it feel like someone is with me at all times of the days? Ecspecially when i am alone day or night..but mostly night. Could they be my spirits, meaning good spirits? Could my backseat driver be an angel keeping me safe when i am driving? (go to post called "Backseat") I feel very content when they are around except when i am alone in my bedroom because my back is facing my bed and thats where people seat to talk to me. It feels like they are just staring. You should know the feeling is when someone gives you the stardown and you can tell someone is looking at you. I always I have to look back..Just to make sure...but it feels like they need an answer from...i feel very content when they around...i have had passed family members that i have not meant that are passed away..and my grandpa who passed 9 years ago on June 2nd...could it be him trying to get my attention to tell the family something..Need Answears...
Ale
PS Adam if you read this..please answer back. And Blackhawk you too..anyone who is willing to give advice..thanks againg Ale
My teacher Mr. Greenwood went camping one day with his friend. As he was hicking he saw a sign "Beware of the Bull of the Woods". But he didn't lisen to it so he went for the scare of his life. When it was late at night he went fishing with his friend. As they were fishing 2 of the tallest trees fell into the lake. It scared Mr. Greenwood really bad so he went inside his tent, as he was running he saw a shadow figure staring and winking at him. As in a really scary wink! It had the resemblence of a bull. When the sun went finally up he grabed hiss friend's arm and carried out of the place. when he was pacing the park Rager, the park Ranger said that they were really stupid to stay the night at that place. And he has never camped there again.
Sometimes my dad usualy woke-up pretty early in the morning to go to work. We had a dog named Ruffus, who was still a pup, and he use to sleep under my parents bed. And as my dad got out of bed, ruffus would head out into the hallway ahead of my dad. My dad told me that on one particular morning, He had awakened to get ready to go to work, and that he started for the bathroom shower. And that ruffus as usaul, came out from underneath the bed, and began to run out onto the hallway in his usaul manner. but my dad said he noticed that ruffus suddenly stopped short of the bedroom doorway, and that my dad took notice of how ruffus kinda gave a low whimper out of fear, and backed away from the doorway, looking into the direction of the living room. My dad said he then went out into the hallway, and looked into the dark living room, his eyes trying to adjust to the darkness, but as he strained to see, he finally made out the dark shape of someone sitting in the rocking chair in the corner of the living room. He said "there was no face, just the shadow of a figure sitting there, looking towards me". he said. He admitted it made him feel uneasy, he had a feeling that the thing he had seen was not in anyway a kind presence...
My dad bought a new couch once, but it came with something attatched to it. My dad worked as a medical assistant at the nearby resthome for the elderly. He use to work the graveyard shift, and he'd come home early, in the wee hours of the morning. He started to tell my mom that when he'd get home, he'd sit in the living room, and as he sat on the couch, he would begin to hear this heavy breathing sound comming from the sofa. He said it would grow louder, and louder. And that it was a common occurance almost every evening, or morning when he got home. My parents decided to get rid of the sofa, when they did, the noise was no longer heard...
One early morning about 2:00a.m., I was outside hanging out with my brother, and a friend. We lived in an apartment complex at the time. And we were in the parking lot, just listening to the radio. Across the street, there was an empty lot, overgrown with tall weeds, and trees. And there grew alot of wild bamboo trees. It's said that wherever there's a patch of bamboo growing it's often huanted. I don't know why realy, but that's just what I've heard. Anyway, as we jamned-out, my brother asked me if we could hear somekind of noise. I turned the radio off, we listened for a while, but nothing. We turned the radio back on. A couple of minutes later My brother turned off the radio, and told us to be quiet, and just listen. As we listened in silence, We began to hear a scratching noise cooming from the lot across the street from us. It sounded like something clawing at the bark on the trees. then, in a tree, one of it's branches made a loud cracking sound, occumpanied by russeling leaves. We began to ask ourselves if those stories of places with baboo trees growing were realy haunted. The noise was comming from the trees, We kinda got scared, but our curiousity was too strong. We began to question if it was the "La Chusa" The witchbird. My brother said if it was the La Chusa, he'd whistle at it, and if it whistled back we should start running, becuase it would chase us. He began to whistle, and not long after, the thing in the trees whistled back. We hauled ass back inside, never looking back. Maybe it was the la chusa. and maybe it was watching us all that time...
I've often been told about how evil things can exist in wooded areas. My dad told me that you mustn't go into the woods alone becuase evil spirits exist there. I wasn't sure if this was just a warning to keep me from playing in the woods, and getting lost. But There's a story I've heard from my late friend James. One that he told me when we were in high school...
He told me that One afternoon he decided to walk home instead of taking the bus. As he walked home, he decided to take a shortcut through a wooded area. As he made his way through the woods, he began to hear another set of footsteps comming from somewhere behind him. Almost like if he were being followed. He stoped to look, but not seeing anyone, he could still here the footsteps on the dried leaves, and twigs on the ground. The wind began to blow fierce, and he said it was hard to keep his eyes opened to see where he was going, becuse of all the dust, and debris flying around. As he started back on his way, He heard the footsteps growing louder, and closer. He got scared, and began to run. He told me that he was being chased by invisible footsteps. and as he made his way into a clearing, the wind died down, and the footsteps stoped all at once. He said he'd never forget that, and that it was the wierdest, and creepiest thing he's been through...
Some people think I am a little paranoid and think I am just freaki'n out but this one is wired. I walk up and down my stair a lot. Getting things and putting in the garage or putting things in my room. In the day I feel normal but a nights I start to see things. Mostly shadows. This never happend at my old house so I am kind of scared. So I was wondering what I should do. I have already tried every thing I could do. So I was wondering if you guys could help.
When I was a kid, I'd go around with a b.b.gun shooting cans, and bottles and stuff. And always all the time, I'd find an unexhuastable supply of frogs that I'd use for target practice. We always had a bad frog problem during the late summer months. We could sit on the front porch trying to find comfort from the humid night air. As we sat there, on the porch, we could see what seemed like hundreds of frogs jumping all over the street. We'd sit, and pick 'em off with our b.b.,and pellett guns. My oldest sister once told me if I killed a frog, more frogs would come after me to torment me. It just so happened that my next door nieghbor, Becky, had come over to visit, and see what we were up to. When she saw us shooting at the frogs, she told us the same thing my older sister told me earlier.
"Where did ya learn that from?" I'd ask. "From my grandma". she said. We just laughed it off, and Becky not taking the redicule too well, walked away, shouting her warning at us...
Later that night, I had gone to bed, and not being able to sleep, I tossed, and turned most of the night. As I finally managed to drift off to sleep, it wasn't long when I was awakened by a feeling of someone near me, in my room. I was very groggy, and still half-asleep. But out of the corner of my eye, I could make out the detail of a large figure crouching on the floor. When I turned to look to see what it was, I saw that it looked like a frog, but it was about as big as a man. It began to crawl towards me, I freaked, and screamed! It vanished into thin air. It didn't take my dad long to come to my rescue. But I've often woundered about the warnings I've recieved about killing frogs...
You see, my gran'ma lives out in the woods. You know how something freaky always goes on in the woods. But this one is true I have seen it...
When my gran'ma was a little kid she was always told ghost stories. But there was this one about this sailman that got choped(don't know why) into little pieces exept his hand because that is what they used to hold this lamp to go through the woods. They murders buries everything exept the hand.
One day my gran'ma was having a sleep over and in the middle of the night the hand snuck into the house with the lamp. My gran'ma was up to get a drink of water and then she saw the hand. Now my grand'ma is a brave person. She would not chicken out of anything but this one scared her out of her pajamas. After that she ran back to the room and never said a word.
One day my mom went on a trip to Italy. So unfortunaly she left us at granma's. But I still didn't know about the story. So one night I go to the kitchen to get some food at 12:00 pm and all of a sudden I see the hand, I swear I peed my pants. I haul down the hall back to my room and lock the door. And I am sleepless for the rest of the night.
In the mourning I tell gran'ma. Man, her face was pail. She looked albino. As soon as I am done with the story she packs our bags and her bags and we go to my other gran'mas house.And she never went to her house again.
When I was about 8, or 9 years old. I remember how I liked to sleep with my bedroom window open. especialy in the summertime, I enjoyed the evening breeze blowing in from across the large field across our backyard.
When I was still a kid back then,(late 1970's). We use to hear stories from the old folks about witches, and spirits that haunted that part of central, and south texas. Of course, being a kid, I was easily intimidated. But still, I liked sleeping near the open window during those long summer nights. I loved listening to the crickets chirping, along with all the noises of the nite creatures. and the wind blowing through the grass, and trees. I remember most times than often waking-up the next day with my arms, and legs badly bruised. I was always a light sleeper, so I'd be sure to wake-up screaming if someone tried to sneak in through the window. But, without explaination I'd wake -up with these awful bruises. My older brothers would tease me that maybe it was a witch that had pinched me in my sleep. There were stories of such things happening as believed by the older folks. They believed that witches would go into peoples' bedrooms as they lay sleeping, and hit, slap, and pinch them, thus cuasing the bruising. As time went by, a few people around the nieghborhood also came foward with simular stories of waking up with bruises, or scratches on them. Could the stories of witches be true? Or is it all just a crazy coincidence?...
In the house where I had grown-up, we use to have this large recreational room. It had a large pooltable, and a bar, and a jukebox, ping-pong table,t.v. and pinball macine.
Almost every night very late, we could occasionaly hear the billiard balls rolling on the pooltable. And sometimes it sounded like someone was "racking the balls", as you would when you're setting them up before each game. it was always loud, and noisy. and very scary as well. And sometimes, almost all the time, the jukebox would come on by itself. The volume was set low, but you could barely hear it down the hall, and through the livingroom making its' way towards our bedrooms. I remember when my paerents would get out of bed to investigate it. I'd stick my head through the doorway of the rec'room, and I could remember seeing the glow of the jukebox in the corner of the darkened room...
I have posted stories on here before that since I was little I always had a certain link with the paranormal. This has to be the freakiest thing that ever happened to me. I scare people when I tell them this experience. It also runs in my family, my cousin has been contacting with ghosts ever since she was 3. Now she is 11 and we talk whenever we experience something. It was September 9, 2001 and I had a dream about New York. I was walking through an unfamiliar forest. I came to clearing which had an embankment to a river. It was a beautiful day outside and I saw that there was a tree, which shaded a good amount of the area. When I looked across the river I noticed that I had a beautiful view of the New York skyline. It looked like something off of a post card. I noticed there was someone sitting under the tree. I walked over to them and woke up in a cold sweat. The dream haunted me all day. The next night I had the full version of the dream I had the night before. I walked up and realized it was my cousin sitting under the tree. We talked for a bit then a glare from NY caught my eye. I looked and saw the sun reflected off of the Twin Towers and I smiled. Then a plane came flying into a building causing a big explosion. The ground shook and the sky turned a dark gray color as we both stood up. I picked her up and put her head into my shoulder trying to cover her eyes. Then all at once before I could speak another plane flew in lower and hit the other building, causing the ground to shake ever fiercer than before. My cousin started to cry and then both buildings fell one at a time. I was so dizzy from grief I fell down and woke up. It was 6:45 a.m. on September 11, 2001 I was drenched in sweat and shaking. I didn’t know what to do or what was going on. All I know is that I was freaked out to no end. I ran to the phone and it started to ring. It was my cousin and she was crying. We couldn’t stay calm, for a half of an hour we freaked out to each other and then promised to call if something else happened. I never thought in a million years that anything like that could happen. I turned on the TV. And tried to relax a little more. When a wave came over me. Very softly I could hear panic screams in my head. They slowly got louder and louder. I closed my eyes and could feel a rumbling sound and the ground was shaking. I could actually feel like I was on a plane. Then I felt a crash and was thrown off of my couch, the screams vanished abruptly. Then not even a minute later, a report that a plane flew into one of the twin towers was all over the news. I ran to the phone and called my cousin. I got her on the phone and we freaked out till no end. I was in a daze all day. Then later came to realize I had lost a close personal friend in one of the buildings. I cannot explain those feelings I was having, but that dream will stay with me forever. It was so realistic that thinking about it makes me sad to no end.
To anyone who lost someone in the 9-11 attacks my deepest condolences to you and your families!
The story I am about to tell happened when I was a kid . It is totally true but the names have been changed to protect the innocent . Just kidding about that but I have changed the names of the people involved for privacy reasons . When I was about 10 or 11 years old , my uncle met and married a lady who on the surface seemed very nice . She was a little odd but nothing too bad . I called her aunt . Well she was married to my uncle so I thought it only appropriate . My aunt had a little 2 year old girl and she and my uncle had a baby together a year after they married . Now , no one knew that my aunt's mother was very strong into black magic and satanism. Very strong into it . She gave my aunt some yarn with which she was going to crochet a blanket for the new baby . One night after my aunt and uncle had been over visiting they left and forgot to get the crochet blanket . It was on the back of the couch in the den when they left . That night I woke up to the sound of voices in the dining room . I thought it was my mom , stepdad and their friends from across the street playing cards . My bedroom door was open just enough that I could see light from the top . I got up to go check and see who was there but when I walked into the dining room there was no one there .It was completely dark and empty. I thought I had been dreaming . I went back to bed and fell asleep but was later woke up again by a sound that I still cannot indentify . It was a sound like nothing I have ever heard .I lye awake and listened to the noise . I was afraid to go look . Well , just then I looked up into the slit in the door where I had seen the light coming through earlier and I saw a dark grey smoky looking substance . It was thick . In the middle of the smokey thing I saw the most awful face I had ever seen in my life . It looked like a man but he was way ugly. He had a long black beard and mustache . His hair was really long and coal black . His eyes were dark red and buggin out of his head and his nose was real big and flat . The nostrils were real big and flared out . His skin was not a normal color and it had huge bumps all over it .He had a huge bushy unibrow . His teeth were long and sharp and black . He looked like he was chanting or singing but the noise that came from his mouth wasn't nice . It is the awful noise I heard that I can't describe I'm sure of that .The thing that really got to me was the smell . It was the worst smell I have ever smelled in my life . It smelled like human excrement , rotten eggs and sulfur all in one . I saw the cloud of smoke begin to move towards my bed and I began screame as loud as I could possibly scream .In just a few minutes my mom and dad and brothers and sisters all ran into my room but soon as they turned on the light the smoke and the hideous face disappeared all at once . I tried to tell my family what it was , but could do nothing but scream . My dad carried me to the couch in the living room and I finally started calming down . I told my parents what had happened . I knew they would believe me because we had just moved to California from Oklahoma where we lived in a haunted house . Actually we had moved here the year before . Anyway, they started trying to think of anything that could have brought a demon into the house but at that time nothing came to mind .Remember , at this point we had no idea about my aunt's mother being into satanism . After that night things began to happen alot . Things like pictures flew off the walls , diaper pins flew off the coffee table and things would disappear from where they had been put . This went on for about a month and started getting worse .The only thing that my parents came up with that was new to the house was the baby blanket my aunt had made with the yarn from her mom. My uncle had heard about the things that were going on and he told my mom about my aunt's mom's involvement with black magic . That is when it all started coming together and my mom remembered the blanket my aunt had left there . That night , my mom had my uncle and my older brother take the blanket and get rid of it . The plan was to take the blanket to the river start it on fire and throw it into the river if anything was left . Well when they returned from the river they told some frightening stories of what happened on the way to get rid of the blanket . As they were on their way to the river , the trunk of the car flew open and the blanket flew out so they stopped and picked it up . They then put it inside the car with them . They were speeding to hurry up and get there with that blanket so they could finally be rid of it and the car brakes went out . Those brakes were brand new . They had just been replaced a few days before . Well after a few minutes of a terrorfying ride , they finally reached the bridge and the river . They doused the blanket with lighter fluid and set it on fire . Then while it was burning they tossed it off the bridge . As the blanket was falling towards the river , my uncle and brother both swore they heard screams coming from it . Once that blanket was gone , the house felt better . There were no more feelings of fear or any bad thoughts .Well , for awhile anyway. About a year later we began having some bad things happen again , but thats another story for another time .
I'm writing to tell you about a cemetary in the town where I live that is haunted by something . Alot of the kids at my school always talk about this one cemetary being haunted . It is a very old cemetary ,in fact I think it is one of the first original graveyards . Some of the head stones date back to the 1800's and are in really bad shape .One night a group of us got together and decided that we were going to the cemetary to take pictures and see what the big deal was . We went at 12:00 midnight . At first nothing out of the ordinary happened . We just walked around taking pictures of the old head stones and some of the bushes and trees that looked weird . At about 1:00 am we had decided that nothing was happening so we were going to leave and go back to my friend Gavin's house to watch videos . Well, as we were walking back to the car I saw something or someone duck behind a huge bush . By this time everyone had seen it and were getting all freaked out . We could see it peeking out from behind the bush and as we got closer the thing would move around the bush so we couldn't see it .We all decided that we would spread out and walk towards the bush . Just as we got to the bush there was a really loud ear busting scream coming from the bush . Just then , this short fat round thing that looked like a witch or troll standing by the bush . It let out another one of those loud horrible screams and then disappeared . We were all so scared that we took off running and didn't stop till we got back to where the cars were parked . I swear the thing was following and was just like the tooth fairy in that movie Darkness Falls . But this happened way before that movie ever came out . We were so scared and panicking that we were having a hard time getting into the cars . There was two cars cause we wouldn't all fit in one . Finally we got into the cars and when the drivers calmed down enough they got the keys into the ignition and tried to start the cars . At first nothing happened , the cars didn't want to start . But after about 50 tries , the cars finally started and we left out of there fast. We decided that we didn't need to do any further investigating of that cemetary . It is defenitely haunted by a witch or something . This is a true story and I hope everyone will believe me when I say that , if you ever hear rumors of a cemetary being haunted , believe the rumors and don't go find out for yourself unless your very well prepared for the fright of your life . This is not the only time I have had an experience like this but that is a different story that I will tell at another time .
My children and I had moved into an old house that had been converted into an apartment building . The house had been one of the first houses ever built in the little Texas town where we live . There were two apartments upstairs and the whole bottom floor of the house was our apartment . The house has a basement in it and during the civil war there was an under ground tunnel that went from the closet in the basement to different parts of town . The tunnel I am told was used by rebel spies to carry messages to and from the different fighting factions of the civil war . Now I'm not a history buff and in fact did very poorly in American History in school but the stories I was told were very exciting . We used the basement as a game room for my kids and their friends to hang out and play games or watch movies .We had all noticed things happening such as the door to the basement being open when we knew it was closed and the light in the basement being on when it was turned off . Even when I was home alone when the kids were in school I would go by several times and turn the light off and close the door only to find the door open and light on a while later .There were strange noises and things like that but I just figured it was sounds that old houses made . One night my daughters each had a friend over for the night and all 6 of the kids were in the playroom watching movies. Around 11:00 pm it sounded like all hell had broken loose downstairs in the basement/playroom . The screams that came from there could only be described as blood curdling . As I was racing down the stairs I met my two youngest daughters and their friends halfway up the stairs . They were hysterical and just kept saying something about a man coming out of the closet . This was impossible of course as far as I knew due to the fact that the tunnel in the closet had been bricked up many many years before . The only evidence that there had even been a tunnel there was an opening up at the top of the brick wall which wasn't large enough for anyone to fit through . I had never told my children about the tunnel that had once been there as I didn't want them to get curious as children do and try to climb through the opening or get frightened at the fact that there once was a tunnel to the outside there . I finally got the younger kids calmed down and what they told me made the hair on the back of my neck stand up and gave me chinkle bumps on my arms . They all described the same thing . As they were lying on the futon in the playroom they were watching a movie when they heard a noise coming from the closet . They all turned to look but thought it was just a noise from the old house or maybe a mouse . As they settled back to watch their movie they heard it again only this time it was more like foot steps . Unbeknownst to me , my oldest daughter and her friend had gone upstairs to my daughter's room sometime earlier so they weren't down there when the noises began . The other kids thought it was just the older ones trying to scare them cause they were watching a scary movie . So the kids went to the closet and were going to turn it around on the older kids and scare them when they came through the closet . But who they saw wasn't the older kids . They went to look into the closet but before they got to it they said , a man dressed in clothes that were dirty . The shirt was baggy and his pants were brown with what looked like a stripe down the legs . He had on a dirty hat that was round and bent in the middle . He carried what looked like a blanket tied across his chest and a gun or something like that across his shoulder hanging down his back . They said he had on boots with a flap hanging on them and when I asked how they could see that flap they said that his pants legs were tucked into his boots . They also said that he had a full beard and mustache and looked very unkempt. I took the children into the living room and went into check on my older daughter and her friend but they were sound asleep . It appeared as though they had been asleep for some time . The younger kids finally calmed down enough to sit and have some hot chocolate and cookies and then they lye on the floor in sleeping bags and went to sleep . As soon as they were asleep I decided to go to the basement myself and see what I could find out . I cautiously went down the stairs , peeking around the two corners before I got to the basement . I didn't want to run headlong into a ghost . I'm not really afraid of anything but I don't think running face first into a ghost is something I really want to happen . I looked around the corner at the bottom of the stairs to make sure there was no one there . The tv was still on just as the kids had left it and the light was too . I saw no one there at all . When I had decided that the coast was clear and had started back up the steps I heard a noise behind me . As I turned around to see what it was , in my peripheral vision I saw a movement . I turned totally around and ran face to face into what I can only describe as a rebel soldier . He was exactly as the kids had described him . The only thing they left out was that he had long shaggy hair . He looked as though he was trying to say something to me because his mouth kept moving . I on the other hand could get nothing moving . My feet didn't want to work , my voice didn't want to work , my arms , nothing . I was glued to the spot . As I stood there I thought I saw a tear coming out of the eyes of the soldier . Something about him touched my heart and I began to feel such a deep profound sadness and I had no idea why . The only other difference in the man I was looking at and the one my children had seen was , this man had no shoes on whatsoever . No boots with flaps nothing . He seemed to be reaching out to me with his right hand . But just as he seemed to come close to touching my hand , he left . Just disappeared into thin air . Finally I was able to find my feet and don't know how I did it but I flew up the basement stairs . I called a friend of mine who is an expert on the civil war and described to him what had taken place . As it so happens , he is also an expert in the paranormal . He told me what to say if I ever have the opportunity to see the man again . Which I did . About two months later I was cleaning the basement when I heard foot steps that seemed to be coming from the closet . A few minutes later the man appeared at the doorway of the closet. He had that same sad expression on his face . I said to him what my friend had told me to say . I told him that the war was over and that he could go to peace now . I told him that he no longer had to wander around that he had to go into the light and be at peace . As soon as the words were out of my mouth , the soldier was gone . We never again found the basement door open or the light on . When we close the door now it stays closed and when we turn off the light it stays off unless we turn it on . This is a totally true story . I don't know if the spirit in our basement was a civil war soldier or not , but I do know that my children and I were witness to something that not everyone has the opportunity to witness . Would I like to experience something like that again ? I wouldn't say that , but if it happens I'll know more about how to handle it and what I need to do to send the spirit to where it needs to be .
Hey everyone long time…Well I just wanted to tell you about something that happened to me.
I read of Shades of Death road in NJ, which winds alongside Jenny Jump State Forest up to Allamuchy in Warren County. One of the more famous street names in New Jersey roadside culture, this road runs along an old haunted lake bed which occasionally has pillars of mist rising from the top of the water.
"I don't know what causes it, but I've seen it when I was fishing," states Pete Valliere. "I think it was a legend about the early settlers killing the Indians and throwing them into the lake." This phenomenon is also called The Great Meadows Fog. Some people claim to see the dead walking along the road in the mist.
Shades of Death Road also runs by the Dark Moon Bar, a must-stop on any Weird NJ trip. The road was also the site of many deaths once thought to be a curse on the area. But Chrissy Waters, an employee at Chruszâs General Store in Johnsonburg, said that her mother had told her it was some kind of plague caused by the water that was responsible.
"Someone is always trying to steal the sign," says Waters. "That's why they greased up the pole."
I got the info above from weird New Jersey.com.
I am gonna tell you what happened to me there. The road is long and very windey. And there is one part of the road that is slick everytime you go on it. Cause the legend is a girl was waiting for her boyfriend to take to a Halloween dance, she waited on the road and he didn’t show up. She started walking down the road and was run down by her boyfriend who had been drinking. Presently on Halloween you can see her walking down the road. You are supposed to ask her if she needs a ride. Then when she gets in the car she tells you how to get to her house. If you fail to pick her up you will be in a bad car accident.
(Now that’s the legend I heard) I never experienced that! So me and my friend Tim went there on Halloween he was driving a Ford Mustang. He turned onto the road and we drove along it seeing nothing out of the ordinary! Cornfields surround it, which is kinda creepy but it didn’t bother us. We got to the end of the road when he turned around to go back the way we came. We got halfway down the road when this car came speeding up the road and got right behind us! They flashed there high beams and honked there horn When there high beams weren’t flashing at us we could see one headlight was out. He put his arm out the window for the car to pass us. He did and skidding his car sideways in the road causing us to stop we could both see that it was an old fashioned Cadillac.
Then what happened next freaked us out. The doors opened and Six people got out. Two teenagers, and four kids. Now we refer to them as “The children of the corn!” Because it seemed like the car came out of the cornfields surrounding the road. Plus they all had blond hair. The driver of the car said, “You don’t belong here!” He then started screaming obsenities. Then without warning the kids ran to the car and tried to open the doors. We looked at each other and Tim flipped the car in reverse and sped backwards doing 45 mph putting a lot of room between us and the other car. Then flipped around so he could drive straight. I turned around and saw this car screaming down the road after us. Tim got to the end of the road and flew around the corner. We were driving to Route 80 and saw the car was following us. When we approached the exit ramp Tim flew towards it like he was about to pass it and then cut the wheel quickly causing the car behind us to fly past the exit giving us time to make our getaway. We don’t go back there on Halloween anymore.
My car is not that old well it is but its a 92 Ford. But only 2 other owners have had it before i have..i am the 3rd owner. Well any way...this happened once before which was about a year ago. I was vacuming my car at a car wash place..after vacuming..i started my car up saw someone standing behind my car..i looked away for like 3 sec. looked backed up and it seemed that guy had taken off. then I was driving home and i see the same guy in my backseat..When I am driving late at night like at midnight...i see the guy in my backseat in the middle of the seat watching me..i can feel him. Lately he has been around.Tonight I went to the gas station and movie rental I saw the guy in my backseat when i drove out of both places. I also saw him when i pulled into my drive way..it only happens when i am driving at night or alone or having a bad week...but i am not having a bad week....3 years ago when i bought my car..a girl i babysat for gave my a keychain with it saying "I will watch over you" and an angel on it...what could it be...i know i have 5 spirits...dont get mad but i played with an ouija board with a really good friend from work who knows how to work one.. and I asked the questions...we did say good bye at the end. Ale
Every year my family and some of our friends go camping . Some times we go to California to the coast and some times we just go to local camping areas. Last year we went to California to camp on the coast . Everyone had a great time but the whole time we were there I had the uneasy feeling of being watched . Some times when I would be in my tent I would feel a very very cold chill . Not like normal ocean chill this was a chill so cold that I could see my breath in the air . It wouldn't be that way outside of the tent or in any of the other tents . It never occured to me that I may be getting pictures of any unnatural while taking pictures of family and friends . I continued to have the weird feelings and cold chills the whole time we were there at the camp site . One night in particular I had been having over whelming feelings of uneasiness . I tried to shrug it off and pretend everything was normal . I was sitting in my tent with a few other people when I got the feeling of being watched closely. It was as though someone was right at the door flap of the tent . The coldness that took over the tent was the worst it had ever been . We were all more than just a little bit scared as we began to hear strange noises coming from outside the tent . It didn't sound human what ever it was , it was sounds like low guttral growling and hissing and evil whispering . We finally decided to be brave and go out and see who or what it was that had us so frightened . The sounds grew louder until we stepped outside of the tent . It abruptly stopped . When we went outside , there was no one and nothing there . Everyone in our camp party were in their tents asleep. The only other noise was the sound of my sons nanny snoring . We were to hear the noises for the next two nights that we were there . As soon as we got back home I dropped the film from the camping trip off at walmart for developing . I picked the pictures up two hours later and was shocked at what I saw in them . In several of the pictures there were orbs . Lots and lots of orbs . There was ectofog in some of them .But the one that was really frightening was the last one in the pack . It was one I had taken while sitting in the tent on the night that we heard the weird noises and had the ice cold chill come in . There in the door flap of the tent was not only an orb , but the most frightening demonic looking face I have ever seen . It was horrible . It explained a whole lot about the creepy feeling , the weird noises and the extreme cold air in the tent . Everyone that saw the picture is just astounded at how scary it looks . We are planning another camping trip this year in the same camp area . I hope that we do not get on the same site as last year because I don't want another experience like the one last year .
About two years ago , a friend of mine and I decided we were going to go to some of the cemetaries around our town and see if we could get some pictures of ghosts . We had already been to one of the oldest grave yards and had gotten pictures of orbs and some ectomist . We wanted something more. We wanted apparitions on film and maybe some contact. Everything started out good . We got to the first cemetary right at midnite . We had been there earleir in the day to get accustomed to the surroundings. Nothing happened at the first cemetary so we moved on to the next one . The gate was locked so we had to squeeze through it which was no easy feat since I'm disabled and my friend was just a bit bigger than the opening in the locked gate . When we finally had conquered the locked gate we went to the middle of the cemetary and said a prayer for protection and let the spirits know that we were there to take pictures and maybe even get their voices on tape . Nothing happened as we walked through the grave yard and everything went fine . It wasn't until we left that things began to happen . It was only a minor occurance but still unnerving . We were standing by the gate trying to decide how best to tackle the problem of the lock when all of a sudden , my friend turned white as a sheet and his eyes grew big as saucers . All of a sudden , his hair (which was quite long ) was blown away from his face . He finally composed himself and asked me if I had seen anything . I hadn't . He described to me what happened . As we were standing there debating , he said that he got the feeling of being watched . Then what ever it was watching us suddenly flew towards him and went right up to him and felt as though it hugged him . This was when his hair blew . He described it as feeling like someone running up to him and just throwing their arms around him . As he was telling me about this encounter I was scanning gravestones with my flash light . I was just looking at the different headstones when I shined my light on a certain stone my friend suddenly yelled STOP!!!! He told me to shine the light on that last headstone again which I did . We were both shocked when we realized that we were standing right next to the grave of his granmother that had passed away 4 months before . The cold air had blown from the direction of that headstone . We left that cemetary and forgot all about the debate over the locked gate . I still don't remember getting out of that place , but the next thing I knew we were in the car and leaving that place in a hurry. We went to another cemetary on the other side of town . The gate here wasn't locked so we walked in and did our routine of prayer and letting the spirits know why we were there . From the minute we walked into the cemetary I got the feeling of someone watching us . As we began walking around the feeling that someone was walking with us . At one point we stopped to talk and decide where we were going to go next and as we stood there a very cold arm went around my shoulder as if someone was standing there with us . I told my friend that we were being followed and that who ever it was was standing with us at that very minute . We decided it was time to leave but I thanked the spirit that had walked with us for the guide . We decided to go to one more cemetary before we called it a night . Had we known what going to just one more cemetary would bring we would have gone straight home. We got to the cemetary and began right away taking pictures in the cemetary . Suddenly I got a very bad feeling and told my friend that we needed to leave , NOW!! I couldn't explain the feeling but knew it wasn't good .We got in the car and started leaving when I began feeling something heavy on my shoulders . It was as though someone was sitting on my shoulders and had their hands or legs around my neck . I felt like I was suffocating . My friend was so scared about that time that he nearly went off the road . He was swerving all over the road . I told him as best I could that I thought a spirit had followed us from the cemetary and was in the car with us right then . He began to say a prayer of protection and I told the spirit that it wasn't supposed to be in the car that it belonged in the cemetary and it needed to go back there and stay .I felt some of the pressure relieve but not all of it . I was still feeling that choking feeling so I once again told the spirit that I wanted it to leave the car and go back to the cemetary where it belonged . I told it that it had to go back to it's place of rest and stay there as there was no place for it away from the cemetary. That did the trick . The full weight left my shoulders and I could breath . I thought I knew what I was doing when we went to those cemetaries that night .But found out real fast that I didn't know a thing about ghost hunting . I have had a couple of bad experiences . This was just one small one . It finally took something very serious to make me really give ghost hunting another thought . But that is another story that I'll tell at a later date . For all of those amatuer ghost hunters please don't go and do anything that involves ghost hunting without the proper training . Don't find out the hard way like I did .
This is my first time on this site and I have a couple of stories for everyone. Now I want to start by saying that I feel that I have ghosts that follow me around. Things not only happen in my house but when I'm in the car, at work, at the gym, etc. It all started when I bought my first house me and my room mate, the first night in the house I was sleeping, I woke up to what felt like someone sitting on the edge of my bed because the corner of my mattress collapsed like when you sit on it. I woke up wide eyed and couldn't believe it. And then I went back to sleep. The next night the same thing happened but what I realized the next night was that it got freezing in my room.
Then the next day I left to go to work and I was in the car and the radio started to change channels on it's own. I turned it off and it came back on. I delt with that. When I was at work I was on the computer and the screen went blank and saw a reflection of somebody standing over my shoulder I looked and saw no one. Then my coffee slid off my desk and spilled all over me.
So little things like that would happen. Then they got weirder. I brought a lady home with me one night. We were in bed and my room mate was out for the night so I wasn't expecting him home. I hear a scrape against my bedroom door. Thinking it was my room mate I got up and saw that no one else was home.
Lastly we were having a superbowl party and had a couple of people over. I opened a beer and put the cap down on my counter. I walked into the living room and started watching the game. When we heard these clinking noises coming from the kitchen. We went to the kitchen and saw the beer cap spinning on the floor in a circle. I will tell more later. What do you think?
There's a story again, from the nieghborhood I grew-up in.
In a part of my nieghborhood, there was this section we called "The OldFlokes Homes". Becuase in this particular section alot of elderly people lived. Anyways, there were stories generating from several of the old folks that the ghost of a dead cowboy was sometimes beeing seen hanging from a tree, near an old creek facing an open field, possibly once a cattle pasture. The field isn't there anymore, it's been paved over, and a university football stadium now sits ontop of it. But the trees that line against the old creek, now dry, and baring dead branches are still there. I don't know if the ghost of the long dead hanged man is still being seen. but I wouldn't doubt it...
In the 1970's, Stories spread like wildfire through Texas.
These stories generated from Brownsville, deep on the Texas, mexican border. The stories were of sightings of a large bird, with human-like features, and an incredible wingspan. It was often reported that this birdman had attaked, and carried-off unsuspecting humans. These stories were quite numerous at first, but they rappidly grew into the hunderds, if not thousands.
I don't know, but maybe these stories were the insperation of Hollywood screen writers who produced such films like "THE MOTHMAN PROFECIES", and "JEEPERS CREEPERS".
These stories have recently been reported in other parts of the world as well. And have been topics of radio talk shows such as "COAST TO COAST AM". Has anyone else heard of any of these stories? If so, please respond....
lived in bee va. and never could sleep there at night but durring the day i could get a couple hours of sleep. there was a door in the floor of the dinning room that had been covered over by the man who had owned the house.this door lead to the basement.
when i was there by myself nothing would happen but when my huband returned there to live with me it started....on our way to visit my mother inlaw we passed by the high school in haysi and that was the first time i saw him on the hill next to the school. i told my husband what i had saw and described him. not a tall man and hair long with a beard wearing jeans and a t-shirt but this man was see through . i know my husband didn't know what to think of me, but in time he would understand.
days and nights passed with nothing but the cold spots in the house i would pass through while walking from one room to the other.then sitting up one night wanting sleep but to no avail , i heard the foot steps coming up through the dinning room floor and walk accross the floor to the kitchen . back and forth for about 2 hours then it would walk down the stairs under the floor to the basement where there was a make shift appartment. this continued for a month .
now i was without sleep and getting mad that this man was walking around the house with out care and i was the only one who could see him , so i went around the house with a lighter and telling him i was going to burn this house down so he wouldn't have it to haunt . guess that wasn't the right way to handle it but it did stop it for 2 weeks .
we had pets, a bird and black cat and 2 dogs. the next month a stray dog showed up and i gave him a home . but after 2 weeks of piece he was back with a vengince. seemed like when ever i would show my animals love they would vomit . even the husband go sick when we kissed in the kitchen . not believing what was happening he kissed me again. and again he ran to the bathroom to get sick.
months went by but one night my husband woke up one night to here the man walking back and forth through the house. now he was finaly hearing what i was hearing ... thank god i now know i wasn't going crazy . some one else was hearing what i was hearing . my husband got up to see if he could see this thing that i knew was there . as he walked to the kitchen and i was still in the bed when a cloud came through the wall rattling the dishes in the cabinet through to the bedroom i was in . i jumped out of the room running to the kitchen to where my husband was. now i had an idear if fire scarred it away for two weeks then maybe if i could trap it with candles into the kiten maybe we could comunicate with it . so i put a candle infront of the bedroom door so it couldn't get out that way and put a candle infront of the kitchen stopping it from getting through to the dinning room where the door used to be going down to the basement.we had a camcorder and started to film the kitchen.it worked. we started to see little lights of blue, green and yellow flying around the room but not able to exit the kitchen. i went in the kiten to see if i could see him but all i could feel was the hair stand up on my neck and a cold chill in back of me ..i knew he was trapped and we weren't letting him out till we found out what and who this was.
i put a bible in the door way thinking it might help but all that happened was a page was torn ... so i then asked it questions ...no answer.... after hours of filming but not giving up i got mad and again told it to show itself ...it did . for a split second i seen what i had saw on the hill next to the high school the man with long hair and a beard .... my husband didn't see it but when we played the tape back later that day there he was .
i ask me husband to release this man from the kitchen by blowing out the candle as i sat on the couch he did . seconds later i felt this ghost rush to me and lay across my chest. i patted this man i could not see but could feel and a wave of great sadness over came me and i became so sad and cryed. a few minutes later he was gone.
we had been up all night and it was very early in the morning wanting to go to sleep but after what we had expereanced was just to over whelming we just wanted to find out who this man was that was stuck in this time...we did by finding out who had owned the house 1st and then found out that it was the gilbert family and that melvin had killed himself on the hill close by the house where he had built a small house . he shot himself on his wifes birthday sept.6 .
the morning after the taping my mother inlaw had stoped but to check on us .her and i were sitting on the couch and i felt some one poking my side 3 times ...i was scarred and went to the bathroom to compose myself when something pounded on the floor real hard 3 times. when i came out of the bathroom my mother inlaw tolds us we should leave the house till things calmed down but we didn't go . one night about a month later i woke up to some thing telling me 1 1 1 over and over again i woke up my huband knowing some thing bad was going to happen . i told him to grab all the animals and we left ....never to return except for our stuff.
there are some small details left out of this but if u have any questions please feel free to ask....if i wrote it all out it would make a small book .....tra
I can't seem to understand why I'm dreaming of a certain place from my childhood. The place is my old nieghborhood. Where I had lived for almost thirteen years. I seem to be able to give people advice when they become troubled with their own experiences, but when it comes to myself, I'm up against a wall... I can't even begin to offer myself any answers to the questions that plague me time and again. About having dreams, nightmares of that place where I grew-up. There's something there, that calls to me in my sleep, Something is trying to contact me, and draw me back there for reasons I don't know, nor understand. I dream of being chased down by horseman, or sometimes I find myself standing alone in the open field behind the house where my family once lived. Alone, the sky, and the air around me takes on a strange, and scary reddish color. These dreams come to me a few nights a month, but they always have to do something with the field behind that house. Does anyone have any ideas to what these dreams mean? I wish I knew. Although I no longer live in Texas anymore. I feel like just taking a trip back there with a metal detector, and a shovel, and start looking for something in that ground within the field. Hoping that I'd find something, or maybe someone that will give me somekind of closure to these wierd dreams that I've been having for several years now. It's just strange...
At The house where my family once lived, the one with all the strange happenings, and accurences, A new family moved in shortly after my parents sold the property. The family consisted of both parents, mother, father, and two children. A boy, and a girl about the age of 6, and 7.
As time went by, I use to visit some of my friends in the old neighborhood, and I became familiar with the new family of the home. but I never disclosed any information of what we had experienced in the old house. But to my surprise, the kids began to tell stories of hearing strange noises, and seeing strange figures from time to time roaming through the hallways, and walking out from the bedroom closets. I would only listen to them talking about these things to the other kids, again, I never told them anything about my own experiences. I heard them say that one weekend they had a relative come over to stay for a few days, and that the little boy, told him not to go near the closet in one of the bedrooms, becuase a monster lived there. The relative prabably just took this as a child's imagination. But I soon learned that the realtive slept in the bedroom with the closet where the so called monster lived as warned by the boy. The next day, the relative woke-up and was shocked after looking into the mirror, his face was streaked with long, bloody, scratches!
No one in the family could understand why this had happened, but I knew, and so did the kids who had been living there also...
My grandmother dies 5 years ago. My grandfather was very mean to her , beat her put her down, even stole from her after they divorce. She would tell people that if she died before he did , she would come back and haunt him. Even though they were not married my grandfather got the house she lived in. He wants people to feel sorry for him, so he is always saying how much he loved her, how great their marriage was. Knowing that it wasn't like that. With in the last few weeks things has been happening at the house now. He claims doors has been opening and closing. Radios and T.v has been going off and on. Banging in the walls, and hearing her voice. My aunt takes care of him , she called and told me about it. I asked her does she believe because it was coming from a man who has ALWAYS lied. She said yes!! She is a foster mother and a little girl she had was 18 months, went with her to visit my grandfather. My aunt told me this little girl was running through and stopped in her tracks once she got where my grandmother always sat. She said this little girl stopped and stared, then ran back to my aunt shaking. Then just last week she told me my grandfather called her freaking out. He said he went into the bathroom and saw blood on the walls. I wasn't to sure about that, so I asked her again do you believe it , and did she see the blood. She said " No, but I did see the drip on the walls ." Then she said " Stacey, there is no way he could have done this him self, he was so scared !!" Just yesterday she called again. " I have to tell you what happened " She said. My grandfather planted some rose in honoring my grandmother a few years ago, which pissed off my aunt. She said she went to the house to check him and because he was freaking out . She said the one rose bush he named as honoring my grand mother was torchered. That it looked like someone got a hold of it with an axe. And that my grandfathers shoes was beside it. Once again I asked are YOU sure it was not him that did it. She said " Stacey, there is no way at all he can, he can't walk with out those shoes ( they are special shoe for him ), he has been confind in a chair. He was freaked out so bad. " Still in a bit of dount I asked again. She came back with " Stacey , there is no way. Something is going on. I believe she has came back for him." She told my grandfather to stop telling everyone that they were so in love and he loved he so much. The day before the rose bush , he cried for 45 minutes telling someone that he loved my grandmother and they were sooo happy.
I have has experiments in dealing with strange things. Hearing voices, seeing things, things falling but only to find out nothing fell, just things that is strange. So she asked me to go to the house Sunday, to see if I will be able to feel her. I have only been back to the house twice since she died. First , was right after she died, second was just last year. I can't get my self to go there because she isn't there, theres just no feeling of her there. Will I be able to feel her. We had a great relationship before she died. We talked once , twice even three times a day on the phone. My aunt and I have talked. We are going to go to the house Sunday, sit in a circle and see what happens. I had a dream the other day that a man ghost came to me and said to get my grandfather out of the house. Any feed back would be great, but I will let you know what if any thing happens Sunday.
In my hometown, there's a big lake that runs through it. On the other side, from the main highway, up where the trees begin to grow thick, and the groundfloor gives way to steep cliffs, There sits a part of once was an old milatary fort, and Spanish mission. There's not much left of the mission, just the belltower, and part of the fort. But there is a story that goes; Once a team of stagecoach drivers were sent to delivery some gold coins to an bank some 100 miles away or so, As they drove their team along the winding, trails down along the cliffs, They were attacked by an Indian warparty. Too late to turn their back, they evaded capture momentarily, and decided to dtch the box of gold coins, they hid it somewhere within the thick, growth of trees, and rocks. They fought a desperate fight for their lives, but were all killed, save one...Badly wounded, and weak from the loss of blood, one member managed to hide himself until the Indians left the area. He walked back to the Fort, but before he could give information as to where the box was hid, he succomened to his wounds, and died. No one has ever been ever to regain the gold coins that had been hid during that Indian raid so long ago. But it would be pretty damned nice to come across it I think...
