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me and my hole family bought a house a while ago. and we went into the attic and found a lose boad. we finally got it to open and there was ripped up papers of a diary in there. and an ID her name was helen. she went to st. marys middle shool about 1920 somthing. the ID sayed she was in 7th grade. we still never found out why they were ripped up under the floor.
i was taking a bath and all of a sudden the door cracks open. i closed it and got a little freaked out cause i thought it was my sister. then it open a lot more i got really freaked out because i looked out the door and nobody was there and i noticed i was home alone cause i yelled for everybody. now it happens all the time but i am used to it.
Okay you guys, it seems to me that several of us on this website are experiencing "Night Terrors". The act of awakening in the middle of a heavy sleep, and being almost fully paralized, not being able to move, and overcome with fear. And seeing iether "shadow people", ghosts, or what is known as "The Old Hag", or maybe "suckubusses", and or "incubusses". We are victimized in our sleep by these dark, negative spirits. But we can't say it was only a dream, becuase many of us awaken with signs on our bodies. like scratches, bruises, or bites. And the fact that is an ongoing problem in our lives only proves, that we are not alone everytime we drift-off to sleep every night. I remember being alone at home on several occasions, when my parents were out of town. Alone, I'd turn on all the lights. becuase I'd hear noises, like someone walking down the hallway in their bare feet. and seeing shadows of someone, or something that looked like an old lady scurry across my open bedroom doorway. And like that one time, when I was awakened by a low, sucking, breathing sound. and felt a heavy wieght on my stomach, and chest. Although i couldn't see what it was, it was a dark mass, that felt furry, and i could feel somekind of hands, or clwas holding me down. I tried to scream, but nothing came out of my mouth. I couldn't move my arms, but I managed to move my legs, and began to kick violently. I was terrorfied! I thought I was going to die, and my soul would belong to some demon or something. I'll never forget that experience, and to this day, I still can't sleep on my back. for fear of being attacked like that again...
So, please, I know a few of you have come foward, and said you experience the same things. So please don't be shy, share what you know with the rest of us, and maybe we could learn how to deal with this problem that many of us have in common...--adam--
I have posted this message on a couple of ghost sites because I want to help people who suffer from this little known syndrome. My story:
I came from a very troubled family. My father was sadistic, and my mother had been instituionilzed for schizophrernia for a portion of my childhood, leaving me alone with my sick, cruel father. I had spent some time in a children's home. As well, we lived in a trailer most of my childhood, because of my father's job. I had a really lousy childhood.
When I was 11 we stopped moving around and settled in a suburb outside of Atlanta. At this time I started to have very frightening experiences at night.
I would wake up and I would be under attack. A hand would be clutching at me, pulling at my hair, scratching and most often strangling me. I wouuld be fighting off this horribly strong attacker, hollering and I would even be off my bed down on the floor I was having such a struggle. Eventually, I would understand that I was fighting my own hand. Once I realized this my hand (my left) would just start acting like my hand again. This did not happen every night or every week, but it happened over the course of several years, 12-15.
My parents never understood that this wasn't a nightmare. I barricaded myself in my room every night. My mama slept with a shotgun sometimes and Daddy was just pure evil and usually spoiling for a fight.
They took me to a psychatirst once. I didn't mention anything to him. I was so afraid, because my of mom having shock treatment, that I kept it to myself.
Back then I told myself that there were two possible explanations.
Demon Possession, which wasn't very likely and I didn't really believe it. The second explanation was that I was unhappy and wanted to die, and I was too chicken to committ suicide while awake, and was trying to do the deed in my sleep. This is what I truly believed.
Eventually, this stopped happening. I married at 16 and shook dust of my childhood off my feet. After my marrriage, I had several episodes of sleep paralysis. The last one occured when I was 20 and pregnant, and I seemed to have a really hard time coming out. I had a lavender/ white flashing light pattern (like a cop light, but lavendar and white)
and then that never happened again either.
So, my life went on until I was in my upper forties. A segment of
20/20 came on Television. The subject of the show was called
Alien Hand Syndrome. This sydrome causes the afflicted persons hand to move of its own violition. There were people who has this syndrome on TV. They had it waking and sleeping. They'd be trying to button their sweater and the alien hand would be unbuttoning.
Little is known about the causes of this syndrome. Even my GP didn't know about it. The internet has lots of examples, but they are in the technical jargon of medical terms and I ususally can't get much out of them.
The little that is known--
Alien Hand Syndrome usually affects young girls, pre puberty to adolescent.
It is thought to be a mis-firing of the frontal lobe of the brain.
It usually goes away on its own.
So, I tell my story, so that other young girls don't have to go through this sydrome without a clue.
All my life I've experienced accurences with the supernatural. Ever since I could remember, I've always seen things that others couldn't. usualy people who died, and their ghosts were roaming among the rest of us. My parents told me that when I was born, I was born with a layer of loose skin on my head. it wasn't attatched to my scalp, it looked more like a little cap. Some people refer to them as "bells". It's said that people who are born with this, have the ability to see the ghosts of the departed, and even into the future. As I was growing-up, I've always suffered bouts of dejavue, (forgive me for misspelling it). With the sickening feeling of being there before, or know what's going to happen next before anyone else does. Once in highschool, we were standing around waiting for the bus to take us home, this girl on a small mo-ped bike drove by, I told the kids near me; "See that girl on that bike?", "Well she's going under a truck"...People thought I was crazy, But about 5 minutes later a woman comes up to us, she's really in a panic, She cries out; "HELP HER!", "She's stuck under my car!" it was the girl on the mo-ped bike, the woman hit her, and drove her car over her, pinning the girl underneath her car. There's this wierd thing called "physicic rock throwing". it kinda like rocks being thrown by some form of energy. When I was a little kid, I'd feel as though someone was throwing rocks at me, but there were no rocks, it just felt like getting smacked with a rock. In the area where I lived, once was populated with indian tribes. So I believe the spirits of these indians were the source of my many torments. I wasn't the only one who fell victim to this physicic rock throwing. My mom experienced it too. I remember being told that the women, and children of the village would throw rocks at people they didn't like, or at captured prisoners of other enemy tribes. So maybe, it was they who were throwing rocks at me? We use to have this pooltable in our house, at night you could hear the billaird balls rolling on the table. and the radio in the living room would turn on by itself. There's just so much I want to share with you guys, but it's getting late here. so if you want to read more, just let me know okay? take care... --adam--
Is it just me? Or does anyone else get the feeling of being attacked in their sleep by an evil spirit of somekind? Usualy, I feel as though I'm inbetween a deep sleep, and on the edge of waking-up at the same time. I can feel like someones hand on my face,Or at the back of my head. I can feel long, sharp fingernails being gently dragged across my face. And sometimes I feel sharp pains as though being slapped across the legs, stomach, and arms. At times, I sleep on my side, and I can feel as though someone's standing by me, and my back's to them. It's a wierd feeling, but I get this sensation of being pulled slowly from the bed. Recently I had hung some Holy Palm Leaves in the shape of the cross at both of my bedroom windows, and I keep a candle and picture of the Archangel Saint Micheal. Since then, the harrssment has stopped comletely. I've haven't had another episode since...
There was this man .Who lived by us that use to tend to the cematary.He would keep it up all the time.He lived alone and had no family and he had pride in his job and stayed at cemetary most time keeping it up.One day I passed the cemetary on the road heading for town get ciggerettes.And thought i stop and say hi to him.He was getting old and fragile looking.We greeted each other and i asked him if he needed any thing he said he loved greens all he eats.His favorite food his late wife used cook it for him.I said, okay and we said our good-byes.Later on few months The man died .He had a heart attack and passed away.I was passing the cemetary on the road again.To go town.When i thought on the hill i saw the man that i used to see when he was alive tending cemetary.He was bend down pulling up weeds .From the stones.I parked my car and preceded walking up the hill .Wondering who this guy was that far away looked like man i used know lived by me.If it could been a relative i never met since i never met any and he was alone.I was trailing up the hill close the guy was buried and looking for the man i seen.When i didn't see him no more so i thought since i was close guys grave yard i'll stop and pay my respects.Then standing by there was him. Then he vanished.I looked down at his grave and i saw greens growing beside his grave and the cemetary was kept up except for wild greens at his grave.So i got home.Later i ask my cousin who tends to grave yards now.He said, nobody yet.They havent got noone yet.He said why? i told him the story he didn't beleave me.So we went back there and we seen him again.He turned around then left.I havent been there since.
This is a story about true friendship in memory of my best friend Paul. When I started high school I started talking to this kid in my class. His name was Paul. We had a lot of the same courses together and we became friends instantly. So years went by and we were still friends all the way through high school. There's something you should know about Paul before we go any further. He came from a broken home. He was an only child and his dad walked out on him and his mom when he was a child. He always blamed himself as most kids do. He was a blast to hang out with but he used to get very depressed easily and through my disagreements he buckled very easily to use drugs. And as you all know my father died when I was 16 so I was depressed also. But everything always worked between us. When I was depressed he was happy and vice versa. We were always there to cheer each other up.
Well senior year came along and he started talking to a girl that he had been interested in. Early in the school year there was a party as a mutual friend's house that we were both invited to. I decided to go because the host of the party was known for having drugs there and I didn't want Paul doing anything stupid. Well the party was dull and we decided to leave. We went to a diner and I had invited him to spend the night at my house. Then one of my friends came into the diner. She sat down with us and she really didn't like Paul that much. A half an hour later two kids from the party came in and tried
to talk him into going back to the party. It sounded fishy too me and I told Paul to stay because it didn't seem like a good idea. Then my friend yelled and told him to leave. He did and I was very pissed off at her (we don't speak anymore). I went back to the party and he was sleeping in a chair I woke him up and asked him if he was all right. He said he was fine and he would call me later. I asked him one last time if he wanted to come home with me and he said he would be all right. I went home and was upset that I didn't stop him from leaving in the first place. I fell asleep right away and had a dream the he was in my room and he was telling me that he was in trouble and to wake up and answer the phone. I woke up to the phone ringing and when
I picked it up it was Paul and he sounded horrible. He told me that he had taken too much and knew he wasn't going to live through the night. He said goodbye to me and told me to tell his mother that he was sorry. I was about to tell him that I was on my way back when we were disconnected. I called his mother right away and told her the situation. I went to pick her up and we went to the party. Most of the kids were passed out and I started to look throughout the house. When I picked up the phone heard that it was off the hook and I knew deep down that it was him. I went into a bedroom and saw a phone wire running into a closet. When I opened it he was there with the phone in his hand and his face was blue. When the paramedics arrived they told me and his mother that he had been dead for hours. I was overcome with grief.
His funeral was very emotional on many levels and all I kept thinking was that I could've done more to prevent it. His mother never once held me responsible for anything. That night I had a dream and he came into my room and right off the bat he told me that, "It wasn't my fault." He said that this was planned. Someone gave him a "hot dose." I asked him what he meant, he told me that the girl he was seeing, her ex-boyfriend had it in for Paul. So he would do anything to get her back. He poisoned his dose, and that he didn't mean to kill him but he needs to be caught before he leaves town and gave me his name. I called his mother the next day and told her to perform an autopsy on Paul. She did with no questions asked and they found high levels of poison in his system. The police asked me if I knew who it was and I told him the name Paul gave me. When they found him he was just about to go into hiding. They arrested him that same day, he admitted the whole thing and pleaded guilty to murder. He was sentenced to 25 years without bail and now he is still in prison today. It may have been a coincidance but I feel if it weren't for Paul and my dreams this guy would still be at large today! I am just very grateful that I could help him avenge his death. And every year on the anniversary of his death he visits me in my dreams and it makes the pain easier for I know that he is all right. I miss Paul very much!
University Curriculum Part 2 - read Part 1, 1st On The Other Page
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Dr Giuseppi Stoppolini professor of psychology at Camerino University was one of the many people to witness a shocking account of messages from the dead using the aid of a 'Maria Bocca'.
Dr Stoppolini grew eager to proove a point and find out if her so called trance was fake or real and so with the help of others dug up the grave of a 'Rosa Spadoni' he himself opened the grave and stood in the grave pit it'self. The ghost of 'Rosa Spadoni' had asked the whole class to hear her crys for help so that no harm would come to those in the near future of dying in the blood chilled way that she did.
So was her ghost angered when her body was dug up, i dont know, was it her husband's ghost that took vengance for his love, i dont know.
All i do know (Stated - from word of mouth) is that on September 15th 1950 Dr Stoppolini was attending his younger brothers work promotion celebration the whole family and friends were all present two of these close friends being local police officers and a well re-nowned judge.
The party was held on there fathers farm, Dr Stoppolini was out in the field with his younger daughter (aged 7) chasing the family dog. The food was prepared and the whole family and friends gathered around the table positioned outside the front of the barn due to the great shade it provided. A shout from Dr Stoppolini's father to his daughter called her straight over, As she ran Dr Stoppolini followed running just behind following her tracks and then,
AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Out came the greatest cry from a large husky voiced Dr Stoppolini, inturn just as a reaction his daughter also let out a chilling cry, the whole family and friends were stunned and ran straight over to the site where Dr Stoppolini's daughter stood shivering and in tears.
In full view of numerous witnesses Dr Stoppolini had been running and then had suddenly fell to the ground.
There was no trace of Dr Stoppolini there was no crop to hide in nor no holes or pits to fall down the ground had simply sucked him down (or maybe something else?).
Not a trace nothing there was nothing to the left but dirt to the right dirt simply nothing yet his body has never been found.
BUT TO THIS DAY IT IS SAID THAT IF YOU ARE TO STAND IN THE MARKED SPOT OF DR STOPPOLINI (HIS GRAVE) YOU CAN HEAR HIS CRYS FOR HELP SCREAMING OUT
I was in a tree writing a story and it was allergie time. It was a year ago. I sneezed and fell off. It was really big. All at once a force held me up, I sneezed and it broke but it held me again. It put me to the ground. It was cool but a scary expirence. I think something is out to get me. Evbery season I sneeze and almost die. I was on a scyscraper and I sneezed and almost fell off have my husband not grabbed me. I had a fit that I could not breath in and almost died from no oxygen. It keeps happening. A couple of minuetes ago I was sneezing and I almost fell down the stairs. I sneezed a ec ago and I almost got a concousion for slaming into the computer! I am afraid to sneeze now, but it ticles so much! Is there such thing as a sneezing spirit? I am so scared!
Does anyone belevie in a loved one tucking u in at night?
by Anonymous
MY dad died a few days ago and every night I think I feel him tucking me in like he used to. I try to contact him to say I love you but he will not answer. I miss him so much. Any ideas? PLease!
There was this old blind lady who everyone said, she was a witch she looked like one with the hair she always wore black clothes and laugh like one.People go to her house for her predict there future.Said her predicts always come true...This story been told for years since i was a small child.All the people that remembers the incident said, It happen.These 3 girl teenagers walked in her house .Wanting her fortell something but one girl of the three started making fun of the old blind lady.Laughing how she walked and looked and how she was telling there future.She waited for the old lady's back was turn and left gum in the old woman's seat as she sit down in her chair.The girl laughed out loud.Making Fun of the old blind lady.The old blind lady said,Im putting a curse on you .As you leave my house one of you three.That made fun of me will be be dead before night fall.The girls went out.The girl burst out laughing .WHAT A WINCH!The girl said, laughing even more.As the the girls was crossing the street from old lady house.A mac truck lost control and strike the same girl that was predicted in her doom.This story i heard since i was a kid and thought be nice to tell.Its suppose be true.Some might not think it's scary but i always got a chill out of the story.
I have heard a very similar story to this one all my life also. The version I've always heard is this:
Three girls went to see a fortune teller. The fortune tellers name is/was (she's dead now) Mayhalie Lancaster. You've probably heard of her before. She lived in Heard County, Georgia and was featured in the movie "Murder in Coweta County". She was a true psychic and helped solve the murder in the movie.
Anyway, three teenaged girls went to see Mayhalie one summer afternoon to get their fortunes told. Mayhalie told two of the girls' fortunes but when the third girl asked for her fortune to be told, Mayhalie was silent and just stared sadly at the girl. This frightened the girl and she begged Mayhalie to tell her what was wrong, why was she just staring at her> Mayhalie said to the girl, "I cannot predict a future that doesn't exist." The girl just looked at Mayhalie then began to laugh saying, "You're no fortune teller! Do you actually expect me to believe that I have no future? I have my whole life ahead of me! I don't believe you!"
Mayhalie just looked at her and said: "You will see." Then she sent the girls on
their way as the one girl, whom Mayhalie had said didn't have a futute, laughed all the way. "Can you believe that old bag?" she said laughingly as they got into their car. The other girls just looked sadly at her, for they'd been to Mayhalie before and everything she'd ever told them was true and had come to pass. This had been the other girl's first time going to see Mayhalie. Anyway, on the way home, the girls were in a terrible car accident and the one girl, whom Mayhalie had said had no future, was killed instantly in the crash. The other two walked away with only a few bruises.... This is the story I heard. I have even been to Mayhalie's grave. Carved into the slab on her grave is a five-point star. The headstone tells the dates of her birth and death. They say the headstone on Mayhalie's grave has had to be replaced many times over the years because for some unexplainable reason, It will not remain upright. It is always toppling over and falling across the star on the slab, cracking the star right down the middle every time. Makes you wonder if Mayhalie haunts the graveyard in which she's buried...Sweet Dreams...
My fiancee, Kye, bought a car with a tragedy behind it.
A man called Dave and his wife Claire had been having marital problems. They had a son called Ricky(aged 9) and wanted the marriage to work for his benefit. An attempt at a family day out was to the zoo but they'd already started bickering before they left the house. Claire threw the picnic in the boot of the car (Since most people on this site are american, I think american people call it the trunk?) and shouted Ricky to get his shoes on and get in the car. He hadn't been getting the attention he should have been because both parents were wrapped up in their own problems.
When Ricky got in the back of the car, he forgot to put his seat belt on and passed a CD to his mum to put on. When his mum realised Ricky didn't have his seatbelt on she told him to put it on incase of an accident. Dave turned to her and scolded 'leave the boy alone! ur always on his back! If he doesn't wanna wear a belt he doesnt have to wear a belt'.
Most of the journey was in silence, but eventually Claire tried to make the effort to talk to her husband. He was being awkward and again they started arguing. His head was a mess from their problems and he put his foot down. Claire screamed at him to slow down but he shouted back 'Oh and NOW ur gonna tell me how to drive?' and refused.
They went into the back of another car.
Because Ricky didn't have his seatbelt on, he went into his mums seat and smashed up his face. When he fell back, he hit his head and died from the injuries. When he hit Claire's chair, he fractured her skull at the back, she fell forward and smashed her face aswell. She went straight into a coma and by the time the paramedics got there, she was dead. Dave just had a little cut on his eye brow. His wife was laying back in her chair, slumped, with her head against the window and face turned towards him. His son was layed across the back seats, dead.
He ran from the car screaming, but nothing could turn back time.
When the car had been repaired, he gave it away to Kye. He then tried to kill himself and was sectioned.
Kye had had the car about a week, and despite the tragedy, it was a gr8 car and he loved it, we couldn't have afforded a car like this on our own. However, his mother called from York and said that his father wasn't well and she wanted him to go and visit. He did.
In the middle of the night he caught sight of something in the corner of his eye. When he turned, he saw a woman slumped against the window, eyes closed and cuts all over he face. her hair was dark and matted from blood. She then opened her eyes and looked straight at him. Kye slammed on his breaks and jumped from the car. The woman wasn't there anymore. He knew it was Claire. Eventually, it occured to him that he couldn't stand outside the car all night, or call the AA and asked to be picked up 'because there's a dead woman in the car', so he got back in and carried on driving to his mum's. When he was a ot closer, he looked in his mirror to see a boy in the back seat, he had no belt on and although there was no noise coming from him, he was clearly singing to himself.
This must have been Ricky.
When Kye returned home, he sold the car.
I was 15 when I had my daughter, Taloulah. Obviously she wasn't planned, my boyfriend was older and had a fiancee, so he made sure I didnt tell any1 she was his. The neighbours were disgusted as u'd expect and thought i'd never cope. But my mum's gr8 and helped me through it. By the time Taloulah arrived I was well prepared and loved her to bits. I had a part time job in a solicitors firm and took day release to college. Life was getting better.
Taloulah slept in my room as there wasn't much space with an extra, and I hadn't saved up enough for us to get our own flat yet.
When she was three we finally moved out, but she still insisted on sleeping in my room as that was what she was used to. We were very very close as there wasn't really a massive age gap between mother and daughter- I was practically a child myself.
Soon I had a new boyfriend called Kye and he loved Tally aswell, I shared my room with Kye and Tally moved into the room next door which we decorated pink and cream. We decided to have another baby as he had a gr8 job and we were due to move in with him. I talked this over with Tally but she was really upset about it. She said the baby would take her place and she didnt want it. She begged me not to have one, so I said we'd leave it for now.
One day we went shopping and myself and Kye had our hands full with bags. I didn't have a spare hand to hold Taloulah's so I gave her strict instructions to walk right next to me at all times, and not to run off or go into the road. She was bright and I was sure she'd be fine, but as we crossed a main road she dropped her little purse and ran back for it. She was hit by a teenage boy who was speeding and had been drinking. I wont go into details as it hurts too much to talk about, but after spending for days at her side in hospital, she died from head injuries.
Nothing could replace her, both myself and Kye were distraught.
A year later we were blessed with another little girl. She is as beautiful as Tally and looks much like her. She's called Jaida-Leah. She slept in our room for the 1st three months and then we put her into her own room next door(Taloulah's old room) and kept a baby monitor next to the bed. One night I had a terrible dream and woke quite suddenly. This could have been fate or motherly instinct, as when I woke I could hear Jaida-Leah struggling to breathe on the monitor. I shook Kye and we ran to get her.
When we walked in, her little face was screwed up and blue, and there was a big dint in the bed covers as though a child was sat on the tiny baby!!! I whipped back the covers and picked her up. As soon as she was moved from the bed she could breathe.
We fretted for a while and then Kye went back to bed as he had to be up early for work. As I placed Jaida-Leah back into her cot, I turned and saw a little girl stood in the corner of the room for a split second. My little girl. It was Taloulah. She was in the exact state she had been in when she died. Her hair was brushed neatly, but matted with blood and she had cuts across her forehead. Her white dress had dirt from the road and blood caked to it, but she looked so innocent.
I took Jaida-Leah from the room that night and sat with her in the kitchen. I wasn't scared of Tally, but I knew she hadn't wanted me to have another baby, and must be terrified that Jaida would take her place. The next night, I lay Jaida on Taloulah's old bed and I sat in the chair by the cot.
'Taloulah' I whispered 'Mammy's here. Darling, don't worry, Jaida-Leah will never take your place. She's just another part of the family. You're a big sister now Tally. You've got to take care of Jaida-Leah, she needs you. Please keep your eye on her for mammy, and make sure no harm comes to her.' Then I read her favourite story out loud- sleeping beauty, and placed Jaida-Leah in her cot. I sang a song to get her to sleep- the same one I used to sing to Taloulah- Eternal flame.
I left the room and went to bed knowing that Jaida was safe.
In the middle of the night I woke up.
'Close ur eyes, give me your hand. Do u feel my heart beating? do u understand? do u feel the same? am i only dreaming, or is this buring an eternal flame...' I heard Taloulah on the baby monitor. She was singing to her baby sister. I heard Jaida gurgle.
There has never been any disturbance from Tally since then. I know she keeps Jai safe. HOWEVER, she was soon to save her sisters life.
I switched the baby monitor on one night, and went to sleep, Jaida was very ill with a high temperature and it had taken ages to get her off to sleep. I couldn't stay awake any longer and had to go to sleep. I heard the door creak and the light switched on. As Kye and I were asleep, the light hurt our eyes and we jumped up. The monitor had fallen from the bedside table and broken on the floor. I switched the light off, closed the door and went back to bed. As soon as I lay down the door creaked open and the light went on. I knew there was something wrong so I ran to Jai. She had been sick all over the bed and was of a ridiculously high temperature. I screamed for Kye and took her to the hospital. She had meningitis.
I know myself that Taloulah is in the house. Kye is a complete sceptic and even he believes it. It's obvious when we r sat round 2getha watching telly, or when we laugh together. When Tally saves Jaida-leah, when we go into Jaida's room at night. Tally is still a huge part of the family and I hope she is happy that way.
There's this old cemetary far at the outskirts of town, it's been around since the late 1800's. anyways, there are stories from people who drive on the highway that runs infront of this cemetary. Usauly in the cold early morning hours. it happens. people testify that when they reach a piont in the road in front of the graveyard, they can hear, and feal a thud on the rear of thier car, like someone jumping on the trunk of the car. The road is fairly smooth, and level, so there's no excuse to say there was a bump in the road. This older guy I know told me when he drove his truck passed the place he thought he felt as if someone tried to jump into the back of his truckbed, he heard the thump, and felt the weight of an unseen object. when he looked back, ther was nobody there, but when he looked into his side mirror, he saw a cigerette being flicked-out into the road, he could actualy see the cigerette hit the asphalt, and the little sparks fly from it when it tumbled onto the road.
This cemetary has alot of stories about it. another story is that at a certain hour of the afternoon, you could hear what sounds like an old waggon being pulled by a team of horses, and the shouting of some men. It's said that a longtime ago, a wagon of cowboys were attacked by Indians, later cuaght, and killed. To this very day, If you're lucky, you can hear the noise from the wagon, and horses hooves, and shouts of the cowboys as they try to get away from thier attackers...
This guy I once knew, (he's dead now), bought an old '59 ford. He had it for less than a week, becuase one night he was driving through one of the many old country backroads. And if you know anything about those country roads at night, they are long, lonsome, and pitchblack dark...Anyway, as he drove on, he just happened to look into the rearview mirror, and just at that moment, he saw a silouette of a person in the backseat. the shadow had a cigerette in it's mouth, and he could see the thing take a drag from the cigerette, even though the reddish glow at the end of the cigerette entensified, he couldn't make out a face of his phantom passenger. He was so scared when he got home, he parked the car a couple of blocks down the street, and sold it the following week.
I have really bad allergies and that is not good. I was having a sneezing fit one day and when I sneezed a guys face would come ino my mind. I sneezed and sneezed and the face would not go away! When I finally stopped the guys face said something in my mind. He said blessyou. I could not figure out who it was! iT WAS ON THE TIP OF MY TOUNGE. Then next day I sneezed again and the face was there. I had to go to a important work meeting and when I was giving my presentation I had to sneeze bad. I did not want to do it there but I had to. Then the face appeared and I felt a cold finger under my nose and the tickle went away! Then the face said your welcome. I looked in my photo album and I saw him! It was my colleg boyfriend who I had loved so much. I probaly would have married him if he hadn't died in the car accident that year. He said he always lived my fits and said he would always be there when I sneezed. He said he wouldn't miss it for the world. Now any time I sneeze I see him.
I live in a mansion that my g~grandpa built. I have a hallway that is filled with pictures of our history. U know like in the moivies. Anyway, I was alone in this HUGE house and I was walking down that hall way. All of a sudden the eyes on all the pictures were turned red. Then they all caught fire. I ran to the fire extinguesher but it was snapped in two! Then I ran down the hall and all the eyes followed my! They usually do not do that. I called 911 and the firemen came but I really do not know why my history has a grudge on me! Any ideas?
I was on the couch with my bf and suddenly he stopped laghing and he stared at nothing. His eyes started to get glassy. I shook him and he woke up. He did this a couple of times that month. I looked on the net to find answers. All I found was this, it said if a person goes into a state of total unawareness the person closest might have the power to hypnotize! Does anyone have a different idea why this happened? Do I have A specaial power????
Hey lets get this site back together. I need help though. Heres a story.
by Yona
I was walking down my stairs and I tripped. It felt like my foot was grabbed by something. Then I noticed that there was a patch of blood on the railing tat was not ther before. I had to sneeze so I jerked my head down and when my head came up again I saw humongus eyes staring at me on the wall. Then a mouth formed and it screamed really loud. I found out that I was dreaming but it was wierd when I woke up. I was in my bed and my cat was staring at me his eyes were just like the ones in my dream! Then I sneezed and heard the same scream. I sneezed again and I went down stairs and the blood was on the rail. I sneezed two times and my sister was sprawwled on the floor. I woke up AGAIN to sneeze and then life was normal. I looked at my clock. It had not even been a whole min! Does anybody know what happened? BESIDES SILVER TEARS!!!!!!!!!!!
I was swimming with my boyfriend and we saw something shiny in the water. I dove down to get it and it was gone. Then my boyfriend spotted it again farther away. We knew we should not go far from the shore but we were curious. I dove again but this time I could not come back up! Some thing was pulling me down! Jhon senseing my distress reached down and grabbed my arm. The light was gone. It was a couple of feet away. We kept following it and the thing were I could not get up did not happen again. Then the whole lake turned black! I felt something grab my foot. A week later we went back and there was a mall there! I do not know what happened.
As I was growing-up, there were alot of stories I've heard of the so-called "little people". Commonly known as Leprechans. For example, There are stories of a local school playground where people have seen little people, or childlike figures running, and playing at the edge of a wooded area just off the school playground. It's said that these leprechans would appear early in the a.m. hours, and they've been seen over several decades, and are still seen from time to time.
Another story was told by a cousin of mine, we were in the same class in highschool, and we were sharing ghost stories, since it was the last week of school, and we were allowed to goof-off. anyways, he mentioned that when he was younger, he and his little brother Lenny would go ontop of this hill near thier home. they'd hang-out, and play. the hill was steep, and it gave a commanding view of the grassy plains below. He told me how one day, he and Lenny heard someone laughing. so they got down on their belleys and looked down at the direction of the laughter. He told me that he saw little people dressed in robes, and that they were dancing backwards, in a big circle. Remember the movie "Phantasm"? The little gnome-like beings in the brown robes? Well, he said they kinda looked like that.
I found it hard to believe him, but I've always known him to be honest, at least with me anyway...Several years after that, a hospital was built on that very sight, at the bottom of the hill. And several years after that, some of the hospital staff who worked the graveyard shift, would report of seeing small people running around, and playing in the parking lot. they said the beings were small like children, but they didn't seem to look right. and it was dead in the morning, too early for a group of little kids to be out, and playing in the hospital parking lot. Like the previous story, these leprechans were witnessed over several years...
ok I was playing a game on my computer and i was alone at my house. I was crying hard so my vission was bluurred but I think I saw this right. I looked at my back yard ( I have a view from my window) and it was DARK red. When I looked better, ther was a face in it! I passed out and I woke up and the yard was normal.! Then I heard voices and they were not regular ones. I am so scared any ideas? Hey Dil J, you are good at this, do you have any suggestions?
this is very confusing maybe peopel couls tell me what this means. i was walking home from school one day and it was getting dark out and i saw somthing big floating. i started to run when somethig hit me hard in the head and i was out cold. i had this dream where icould not breath or move and i was being swallowed up. when i woke up i was in my own bed with a cold sweat. My mom said ready for school Serena? i felt my head for a bump but there was nothing i got up and then was back in that same dream again i woke up and i was walking home again and the same thing happened. i woke up in the hospital and i asked were i was and they looked at me funny and saiud" don't you remeber? you had your tonsils taken out. i have never had a problem with my tonsils ever!!! every thing is wack now, my boyfriend said he never went out with me, my parents got a divorce, they never even fighted before! is there any ideas on what the hell is going on?
Ok this is really true. My friend slept over last night and we were having a great time. all i had on for a light was my lava light and i could see pretty well. before i tell you the part first you have to know this. i have special rocks that read yes or no. i drop the rock and i have a big rock in the middle. whatever it lands on is the prediction or answer to a question. it really works to, i am not lying. so any way, i have this teddy bear and to be funny we asked the rocks if the bear was Evil. it said yes. i was a little scared so i put it on my bed and sat on the floor. we were laying on the floor and all of a sudden i looked at my bear. it had this big red stain on it's neck that was not there before. i asked my friend if she saw it and she said yes. i turned on the lights and i picked up my bear. the patch was gone. we know we saw it , even ask my friend her name is caitlyn. ok, i put ti on the shelf and i was really scared. we decided to sleep and i was wide awake. i would chek on the bear every 2 minuets. he was turned to the side and i loooked at him and i saw he was turned slightly to the center. a min later i checked again and i saw two eyes. the third time i looked it was facing me! i screamed and my friend switched on the lights. the bear was normal again. on his side, like it never moved. i know what i saw. my friend belevis me. i SWEAR i am NOT lying. i gave the bear to the dump and i have not seen it since. i am glad. that was to scary.
This message has been edited by nemesis on Nov 21, 2004 10:40 PM
This is a story that happened to me recently. Since I was a little kid my dreams have always been very vivid and made an impression on my days. Sometimes they come true. Like I’ll have a dream about a childhood friend that I haven’t seen in years, then the next day we bump into each other. Weird things like that. But this dream was very different!
One night I woke up in my room and there was someone standing at the foot of my bed. He looked familiar but I couldn’t remember who it was. We started talking and it dawned on me that he looked like my cousin but older. He then brought up my Aunt and we talked about her. He told me exactly “Things went wrong but I will always love my E.O.!” He then told me he had to go and that it was nice to meet me. I said goodbye and he vanished. I woke up the next morning and the dream stayed on my mind all day. Then my Aunt called and I answered the phone she sounded upset. I told her how I had a dream about a man who looked like her son. She got very quiet. Then I told her how we talked about her. She asked me what he said. I told her that he told me. “Things went wrong but I will always love my E.O.!” She started to cry very loudly as she dropped the phone. I handed the phone to my mom where she talked to her for an hour. When she got off the phone my mom told me that my Uncle whom I’ve never met. Died the previous day. And that the two of them had secret nicknames when they were married. His nickname for her was E.O.
From that moment on when I have a dream that affects me my family wants to know about it!
The other day i was walkin doqwn my street and he comes this car . I thought that i could get off the road in time b4 the car came to me. Well i wuz wrong now i have bruises and cuts all over my body from jumping out of the way to miss being hit by a car.
scary right?
now the person is living right across the street from me and every time i go outside he comes outside..
Very scary
Have any one? Had this happen before?Okay here it goes. Comment if you have.Like i'll be some where for the first time but have a strong feeling like i been there before.Or i'll meet someone first time before and have this feeling i spoke to this person before . Or biggest think , happen to me is .Finding my self saying or doing something that moment and it's like i done that before and it's like dejavo.Or i'll be thinking of someone i haven't talked to 4 ever and that day hear from them Or say something then a friend says the same thing in a conversation.Or have the same accurent dream over and over.Or just talk about someone then they walk in at that monent.Or say the same thing at once with someone.Or thinking the same thing.Please someone tell me y .Or if they have.
i went to a friends house and described the whole house inside i had never been there before it scared me but i didnt feel scared in the house.it was like i had been there before but when i asked my mom if i had ever been thre before she said never.
I wrote in a previous entry about my Dad’s Workshop and I tried to remember if any other occurrences happened to me or my family. That definitely was the creepiest but I do remember another time. In August of 1996 my father died very suddenly of a massive heart attack. We had fought the night before and being that I was only 16 years old I blamed myself for quite sometime.
That next year on August 31, 1997, I had plans to go away and so did my mother, she left and it turned out my plans fell through and I was stuck at home alone! I remember it was really hot out so I had the AC cranking and I was watching TV and my show was interrupted by a Special Report that Princess Di was in a car accident and is in critical condition. I was in my room and stood up to go downstairs when my bedroom door started to slowly close than as I went to reach for the handle the door slammed shut and I heard a crash coming from the hallway. I thought I had left a window open which could’ve cause that too happened cause doors do slam in my house if windows are open. I got instant chills and was petrified to open the door. I slowly opened the door and saw that a light fixture right near my room had fallen from the ceiling and crashed to the floor. I walked through the house and not one window was open!
I later thought that if I went into the hallway when I wanted to the fixture would have hit me and I wouldn’t be able to get help because no one was home. I felt a sudden wave of comfort after that and from that day on I felt that it was my dad and he was looking after me. I know it terrible that it took a little over a year to realize that but I couldn’t help it. Our fight was pretty bad that night before he died.
I also remember my mom told me a story about what happened to her. A couple months after he died I was at school and she was cleaning out his closet. She was putting things in a box and started to get very upset. She then asked herself, “Are you still here?” Then his shoe fell from the top of the closet and hit her in the head. She told me she felt kinda dumb for thinking that he wouldn’t be their and that’s why it happened. It was kinda like my dad was saying. “Duh, of course I’m still here!” It makes me smile thinking about it.
The favourate classes of the curriculum at Camerino University, Italy, were those on the occult, held by a genial professor of psychology Dr Giuseppi Stoppolini. At one of these classes in September 1950, Stoppolini introduced Maria Bocca to his students she went into a trance and astounded them all.
In the trance, Maria spoke in the recognisable voices of dead men and women known to those present. But near the end of the seance came an unfamiliar voice begging them to have mercy and 'listen'
"I was born Rosa Manichelli. When i died i was Rosa Spadoni, but my husband has died since then, too. We are both in the cemetery at Castel-Raimondo a few miles from Camerino. I am asking that you only help others, because the same thing can happen to them. Two days after the death certificate was signed, iwas taken to the cwmetery in a deep coma and buried alive!"
As the students sat in a shocked silence, Maria toppled over and fainted.
The following day, Dr Stoppolini found that there had been a 'Rosa Spadoni who died in the Civil Hospital in Camerino on September 4th, 1939. She was buried two days later. There were no surviving relatives to protest against the exhuming of the body and a small group gathered at Rosa's grave on September 13th, 1950.
In addition to Dr Stoppolini and the workmen he had hired, three were pathologists from the Camerino board of health, three officials representing the Italian goverment and a photographer. An hour of digging uncovered the coffin, and Stoppolini himself stood in the grave to raise the coffin lid. The skeleton within lay on it's back, skull turned to the left. The left arm was bent upward, with the finger bones thrust into the mouth and throat cavity. The knees were bent as if in an effort to force open the lid. Worse there were parallel scratches where Rosa had tried to claw her way out of the casket.
The pathologists issued a public statement, which said
"How Dr Stoppolini came by his knowledge is irrelevant. We must agree with him that Rosa Spadoni was buried in a coma when vital signs were undetectable - and that she awakened in her coffin beyond human help.
You would think that id place 'THE END' right here but im afraid that this story holds one more strange occurence, Dr Stoppolinin has vanished from the face of this planet.... to be continued
There was this old road i had do on .To pick up my friend at his house.So we went clubbin. After clubbin we was heading back on the road at 3am.And we comeup to a stone lion you see in some peoples front lawn or beside there steps.But this one had red eyes glaring at us.Sitting in the middle of road.We ran past it and got his dad up. we all ent back but it was gone this 200 pound stone statue lion.Later on we read up in a mystery book and the unexplain.It said, stone lions are for warnings of some kind pls respond..
i am nervous about most things. i am going to tell you a story that is very true. i was crying because my dad went in the war. i was wving goodbye and i saw this pretty lady smiling at me. she had the nicsest smile in the world. a month later i was nervous about a doctors appointment. i had to get a shot. the nurse was the same lady!! there was a light around here so it seemed. she gave the shot and i did not feel athing. the i had a dentist appointment. i was scared( again) anyway, i went is and there was the lady! She was so nice to me. then i transfered schools. i was so scared about taking a new bus. when i got on the lady was driving! she said take a seat anywhere sweety. i felt so safe. the next day she wasn't there. i aSKED THE KIDS WERE THE LADY HAD GONE AND THEY THOUGHT I WAS CRAZY! they said that they had had there normal driver all along. no one saw my beautiful lady with the warm glow and loving smile. i don't think any one ever will. why you ask? because i think she is my gaurdian angle! i dream about her and she makes me feel so safe. that is very true
i was 12 years old and it was my birthday. i had 5 friends sleep over. at about 5:00 AM we heard moining and growiling from my atic. i threw a tootsi roll in the atic and when i got it in a min, it was half eaten. then my friend went to the bathroom and came back in tears. she said she heard her name being called and she saw a balck bloody foot in the shower. we went to the atic and when i tried to open the door the knob was burnig hot,then it started shaking violently. my other friend went in the atic and said she saw bright lights and a baby with its bloodied foot hanging off it. this house i used to live in was over 200 years old. a week after the part a rock with a note crashed through our window with a note in ancient writing in a olden day script. it said, "you killed my baby". i don't live therew any more but i am DEAD SERIOUS that was all true. please respond
Hi i forgot about this place till my sister reminded me.So don't laugh.It's true.All.My sister and me,had a double date with these two guys.And they ask us what we want to do.And we said, How about driving some where .We never been before.So they told us a story.About Eye ball lake in KY.28 miles away .From us.We said, cool let's go.It be fun.As we was going there.They told us the story.Why it's called Eye Ball bridge.This guy was found murdered.And hanging on a tree with his eye balls gone.By the bridge you drive on .Down at the lake.This happen like years and years ago.And every one in this very small town.Talks how it's hainted.Because we stopped at a old country store to get some pop's to drink and i kinda wanted to go in the old store inside. They still had them old pop machines you see in movies in the 50's.Any ways , im getting off the story, Sorry.I went to the counter pay for my drink and old lady said, I never seen you down this parts i said,No where not from here .Where going go to eye ball lake. And i was laughing saying,Our dates trying scare us.And told us this scary story.Then she told me . There really is talk about that place and it really suppose happen.And you see Shiney Eye Balls.Floating on the water.Well we got there and stop on the old bridge in the boondoax.Away from every body.Nothing but woods.we stood on that old bridge.WE looked down. And saw a bunch shiney things in the water .Covered the whole lake and it looked like shiney eye balls.Well that's my story.My stister refresh my memory so i thought about telling it.
I still remember the night of my Dad's wake back in 1951. Somebody that night volunteered a smoked ham from their smokehouse up Hayes holler and a cousin an I volunteered to go fetch it for the wake. We departed the old Stephens homeplace and used the old coal track road to walk back to our house while taking turns to carry that big ham on shoulders. It was a dark moonless night and all we had to light our way was an ole kerosene fox hunting lantern. It was so quiet one could hear a pin drop from a mile away.
Then we noticed it. Both of us kept hearing this rustling noise in the dry leaves that followed close behind on the bank above the old track road. We would stop to listen and the noise would cease instantly and when we began walking the noise also began with us. We became quite scared and could hardly keep from breaking into a run. Finally we arrive back at my house with the ham and told everyone of our experience. They of course scoffed at us and said that the noise was just our imagination. I decided to go back the next day and check the ground above the bank where we heard the noise that followed close behind us.
Early morning the next day my cousin and I returned and began our search for the tracks that may have been the source of the noise. Our search was soon to be awarded. Whe climbed the bank and when we looked down we discovered the largest bear tracks that I have ever seen in the state of Virginia. A huge black bear had been attracted by the odor of the big ham that we had been carrying on our shoulders. The old kerosene lantern was probably the only thing that had saved us small boys from being attacked by the bear for search of food.
This happen to me long time ago.I moved in this old big house now Apts.I got married as a teenager and moved in with my new husband and his family till he can afford us having our own place.He was gone most of the time working two jobs. So i stayed in the big part of the house in the back .Where my bed room was and it was big like having my own place except going in the kitchen where his family was and living room. It was a very big space by its self.I felt creepy though. The place in the hallway to my bed room was creepy.First of all.I never could keep light in the hall .No matter how many bulbs i put in.Then when i go in my bedroom ready for bed.Strange things happen.In front of my bed room was this old door boarded up. My mother-n- law said it went to downstairs .The owner boarded it up.Cause he made Apts downstairs.We lived upstairs to the main house. So our place was the biggest.Any how, no one lived downstairs.It was empty.But every time i passed that door to go my room .Things would happen.Like i see lights through the cracks.I would hear heavy breathing through that door.I heard foot steps. Stop at the door.This one time, as long as i live.I'll never forget.I woke up really late .Out my sleep.And heard voices.All of them talking.Thru that door.Well, I ran gown and all to the front of house . To wake up my new mother -n- law.I got to her room. Then i decided not wake her.I was pretty shy of my new family still.And i didn't want her think im crazy.So i layed on the couch with light on all night.Cause one incident happen.Once i was laying on my water bed.Reading a book.The bed sunk next to me.Like someone was sitting next to me but i see no one.So next day.My mother-n- law and i was talking((((which she was shocked.I talked more to her in one day .Than i did in one month of living there)))Any ways i learned alot. Talking to her.The house use to be a old funeral Home.And downstairs was where they keep them to get ready bring them up stairs for the family.And this place was known by every one to be haunted .That all the locals knowed but me.Till now.Ha.Any how no one would ever move downstairs.And later i talk to people that lived there and there most scary things they seen and heard.Plus, That's not all.The house. Had a long history.Listen to this.Okay. . A woman and man and other's lived in the house.Used it for trying contact restless spirits done oujia boards and such.Not long after.The woman claimed she brought something in the house with her.Any how thanxs for reading my story.It is true.
Ok this one is kinda freaky also. One of my friends was home from college and he wanted to go ghost hunting. Well he decided to go to a place he heard of. It was an abandoned elementary school that burned down. I don't know the whole story about the school but if I find out I'll say later. From what I understand the school burned down and kids were trapped inside and died. Years later they were going to condemn it but something would always go wrong. Anyways he had a Ford pickup and in the truck he had a CB radio. He always had it on but it was tuned into a dead air station.
We got to the school around 11:50 p.m. and it was boarded up we parked in the back of the school. Off to the side was a playground with a slide, swings and a teeter totter. It was a very still cool night with no wind his watch beeped as it changed to midnight. All of sudden we hear the faint sound of a school bell coming from inside the school. We looked at each other and heard children laughing. Then we heard feet running down the steps of the school into the playgroung but no one was seen. Then the swings started to move back and forth the teeter totter started to go up and down and we heard all types of child rhymes. We looked at each other and both started to run to the truck. He fell as we jumped a fence and he screamed I went back to help him up and as we looked towards the playground the swings stopped, the voices stopped and the we heard running noises. These freakin kids were running towards us. We got to the truck and got in. He went to start the truck when he realized he dropped the keys when he fell at the fence. The hood of the truck was bouncing like the kids were jumping on it. The handles of the doors were shaking and the bed of the truck must have been filled with these spirits. We both got out and ran for the keys as we got back to the truck it was shaking more fiercly than ever. We stopped and as I looked at him his shirt had a white light on it. I pointed and he looked and he saw it on my shirt also. Than a little hand came into the light and made a shadow puppet he noticed the same on my shirt. But there was no one around. We got in the truck and he sped away I was laughing and he was laughing also but we were both freaked out, just then on the CB a little boys voice came through and said "Come back soon and play with us again!" My face lost all it's color and my body trembled with fear. He pulled over and unhooked the CB. He hasn't had it connected since that night!
Wow that was really freaky. so have you guys gone back to that school or did you get scared enough not to go there anymore? Well i may not know you but i believe you.
Everyone has heard the stories about NJ and how weird it can be. Being from NJ makes it all the more fun to try stuff. Well me and my friends love to do stuff like that. We get scared and haunted but it gets your adreneline pumping and afterwards you are kinda having fun. (Another story of mine I wrote yesterday about Devil's Tower) On the other hand this story is the freakiest thing that EVER happened to us. I still have nightmares about.
It was a warm summer night and me, my friend's Cassie, Big John, Nick and Ian all decided to go to a place called Snake Hill Road. You see in Rockaway, NJ, off of Mt. Hope Rd. the road splits and goes onto Route 666. (I swear we checked maps and everything) So right when you get on the road, right away on the left side of the road is an old abandoned church where Satan worship supposedly goes on (that's what I heard but I never witnessed it). So you go about 2 to 3 miles downs the road and you start getting into the Picatinny Arsenal grounds. And then you hit a dirt road (It has sharp turns and groves in the road resembling the scales of a snake hence the name of the road). Also the minute you hit the road all cell phones lose reception it is one huge dead zone. Then about 1.5 miles later you hit a playground in the middle of nowhere and right across the street there is a fork in the road with a barrier stating NO TRESSPASSING: VIOLATORS WILL BE PROSECUTED.
We got there around 11:00 p.m. and all decided to stay there the night to see what happens. I drove my mother's Blue minivan and we all decided to cross the barrier first. We all did and the order of people went as follows. Big John, Nick, Ian, Cassie and then me (I stay in back because if anythings happens where we need to run I am the first one out of there) clutching Cassie's shirt. We were in the woods and heard a dog barking in the distance which was really weird cause there are no houses for miles. Then we came to a clearing in the woods. There was a full moon and everything. Then I heard in my ear a whisper "Leave NOW" I turned around and saw nothing. I grabbed Cassie and looked up ahead where I noticed a little blue glowing light and another barrier. I pointed it out to everyone and Cassie freaked out. Then the light started to take form of a woman. I freaked also and we began to run We were all running parallel to each other with the exception of John who was behind us (he weighed about 300 lbs.) I saw the light shooting after us and we got to the first barrier and jumped across (even Big John). The light flew into the barrier and vanished in thin air. We all then started to walk back to the playgroud and heard a high pitched cackle come from the woods. We ran to the playground after that.
We decided to stay cause we figured whatever it was couldn't get us on the right side of the barrier. Nothing really exciting happened until 3:00 a.m. We were all fast asleep and then we heard a high pitched gong over and over again. Then it got louder and louder to the point that we had to cover our ears. Then the wind picked and a thin tree over by the playground bathrooms started to creak and crack. We looked and saw the trunk bend and cast a shadow of what looked like a demon on the wall and it looked so real, it pointed to us and followed our ever move. I could see Cassie screaing but I could barely hear her over the gong. Then I looked into the woods across the dirt road and saw little red glowing eyes come shooting out of ever spot of the woods (hundreds of sets). By this point I have had enough so I ran to the van as did everyone else we got in I tried to start the car but it wouldn't start and the interior lights were flickering on and off. I tried to close my ears thinking I was going deaf from the loud noises when all of sudden it began to fade away. The clock in the car came on and it said 6:66 and then faded to 3:05 a.m. I got out of the van and the tree sprang up and swayed back and forth sending the shadow demon away and at the same time sending chills up and down my spine. I turned around and the red eyes faded away into the blackness of the forest. I got back in the van and sped away. We were all petrified and never went back past midnight again.
(This occurence was the scariest I have ever encountered. NJ is really scary!!!)
Hey everyone, I am new to this message board...I have had many many things happen to me like having the feeling my Grand-Dad passed away...playing with the Ouija Board and seeing an angel appear on my wall behind my candle, while playing with the Ouija board with my friend Linds...my grandmother who I have never met appeared talking to me...the other wierd things that have happened to me is someone running behind my car while driving 20mph or sitting in my backseat of my car...the other one was when I was watching TV...The person who I have a huge appreciation for their music, voice, and their grasiousness appeared..Brian Littrell of BSB when this happened he was having his Heart surgery....call me crazy but it happened...it felt like I was being lifted up when it went away...i was standing up crying with falling to my knees...
Okay onto the 6 pairs of eyes....Every where i go i feel Like someone is watching me Even when i am driving and it feels like i have to look to the left or i will miss it....could it be my Grand-Dad, my Grandmother, and my Great Grandmother or even one of my spirits...can someone please explain why it feels like someone is watching me...thanks
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I have a friends daughter that was driving her car and her grandmother appeared in the back seat for a few seconds. She got nervous and still waiting to see what happens. Some people say that when a person appears, they could be warning you or someone is about to die and they are letting you know ahead of time.
Me and couple of my friends decided to go to the Devil's Tower in NJ.
Legend has it that The Devil’s Tower was owned by a rich married man. He built the tower so his wife could see New York without really going to New York. One night, his wife was looking out of the top of the tower and she saw her husband with another woman, so she jumped right down the center of the tower. When you get there, according to what I have heard, witnessed and attempted myself, you are to drive your car around the tower in reverse six times. After the sixth time, when you come to a full circle, turn off your car and headlights and the ghost of a woman should approach you.
So we went up there around 7:00 p.m. and drove our car and parked it right near the tower. One of our friends knew a local cop and he came and told us some of the freaky stuff that happens there. He said that at night you can hear banging coming from the top of the building. We were all hanging out there sitting on the ground talking and chillin. (We weren't drinking or smoking, And all of us are quite skeptical about stuff like this but we wanted to try it anyway!)
Then it got close to midnight. Someone asked if we should drive around it backwards 6 times and I said why not. We were all right in front of the car about to get in when we heard a loud slow banging noise. Everyone looked around to see if anyone was missing that was screwing with us. We were all accounted for. Then three minutes later it stopped. Then, no more than thirty seconds later we heard what sounded liked someone falling down wooden stairs and landed right near the front door of the tower. We all panicked and went to get in the car when I noticed that all of the windows were fogged up and what looked like writing all over every window appeared. What we could read said "Revenge" "Die" "You'll never leave" etc. was all over the windows. (Were weren't away from the car for more than one minute. Not enough time to write all of that) Then I heard a dripping noise. It sounded too heavy too be water. We looked down and saw a red liquid that can only be described as blood. Not only was it on the ground but it outlined the car perfectly and right near the front liscence plate was a little pool of blood. (Once again who or what ever did this had little too no time to arrange this) We all freaked and went to run away when these big steel gates came crashing blocking our only exit with blood dripping off. And my friend Erin tripped and fell we all heard a splash and saw she was in a puddle of blood covered. We picked her up and all of sudden this stench of burning hair and flesh permeated the air. The only thing I could think of was to run around the Tower six times forward. (I didn't know if it would work but I was horrified and I thought it would reverse whatever was going on) I went to run around and the wind picked up and the gates flew open and then everything went silent. Erin looked down and was soaked in blood. I had blood all over my hands and clothes. We looked like we just murdered someone. The fogged windows went normal and all of the blood except for what was on us was gone. But it was all over. We all piled in the car and sped away.
Some freaky things that came later.
When we got home Erin changed I wiped my hands off on a rag I had in my car.
Erin washed her clothes and the stains didn't come out. She put them in a bag two days later and was going to throw them out. That night she had violent vicious dreams about a woman stangling her and cutting her. She woke up screaming and had cuts all over her arms and legs. Since she threw the clothes away she hasn't had any dreams since.
My car was the one that we drove there...We Windexed the windows but the smudges from the writing never went away. We took pictures of the sayings (in the daytime) but when we got the pictures back the proofs were unrecognizable. And a week after that my car overheated and caught fire! (Please respond if you've tried this or let me know what you think)
When I was 17 a friend Matt had a b-day party. There were alot of people there that I knew. A few of us were spending the night and at 11:30 p.m. only a handful of us were there. Matt decided to break out the Ouija Board. And I normally don't like to do that stuff because according to my Zodiac and my sign I am very susceptible to paranormal activity.
So me and this other kid Tim decided to sit out. They played and a spirit named Will was moving the glass. Will stated that he was stuck where he was and he was angry. They asked Will why he was so angry. He then spelled out that he wants REVENGE. Matt laughed and he tipped the glass over and at that moment the room got extremely cold and I started to get light-headed. I went to get up and go to the bathroom to splash cold water in my face when I completely blacked out. When I came to everyone was standing over me and holding me down.
When I was blacked out I was told that I started to go after Matt. I was rambling and cursing at him. Screaming over and over again. "You did this too me!" Everyone thought I was kidding until they saw that my eyes were rolled in the back of my head and I looked possesed. Then Joe went back to the Ouija and said Goodbye Will and then I was fine.
Right When I came too I vomitted right away and had a splitting headache the rest of the night.
We did some research on the house and we found out is that Will was the only child of a family who used to live in the house back in the 1970's. Will had a severe case of diabetes. His parents went out one night and left Will with a sitter. They told the sitter to check on him every hour. Well the sitter invited her boyfriend over and was having sex in a guest room down the hall from Will while Will woke up from a nightmare. He started to have an attack and started to call for the sitter to give him a shot of insulin. She never heard because they were playing music was too loud. When she went to check on him he was already dead. It just so happens that the room Matt is in is the room that the sitter and her boyfriend were having sex in and Will's spirit haunts the room.
I don't go to that house anymore when I do I feel very ill. This is another reason why I don't go anywhere near a Ouija Board!!!
My story happened when I was 16. But before I begin I have to tell you that my grandpa and I were close and thet every year on my birthday he used to sing happy birthday to me over the phone. Anyways, it was august 29th 2003 and i was sitting home watching TV when the phone rang, when i picked it up it was my grandpa singing happy birthday to me and i didnt think any thing of it, i just thought he was messing with me, so i told him it wasnt my birthday and the reply was "i know sweetie but i am singing it now because i wont ever be able to again, remember i love you" and he hung up. well this scared me a little so i called my grandma and asked her how he was doing and told her about the call and when i did she said that my grandpa had died the night before in his sleep and that they had found him that morning. I firmly believe that him singing happy birthday to me is his way of saying that he loved me and good bye. Please let me know what you think of my story
My family and I lived in our house for 21 years. When I was 16 my father passed away. Ever since then I felt like he was there watching me. He used to repair electronics and he had a workshop in the basement. I never liked to go down there as a kid because it creeped me out. As I got older it didn't bother me as much. After he died I didn't like going down there because it was just the way he had left it. Before I start my story so you should all know. When I was younger my dad used to like to scare me but it was all in good fun and afterwards we'd laugh about it.
One summer night when I was 19 I was home alone in the living room and on the phone talking to a friend when all of a sudden I heard a slow creaking noise. I looked downstairs in the rec room towards the basement and saw the door was slowly opening. Then I noticed a light on, figuring my mother or sister left the light on I went downstairs on the phone and went to turn the light off. It was a light with a cord that you pull down to turn the light on or off. I clicked the light off and went to go back upstairs. When I reached the top of the stairs I heard a click turned and the light was on again. I turned it off again and heard a fuzzy noise coming through the receiver of the phone. I asked my friend if they were still there they said yes but wondered what the noise was. I changed the channel on the phone and clear as day I heard in a man's voice...BOO! At that moment all of the lights in the basement went off and the door slammed shut. My friend screamed and I was petrified. I started to panic as I ran up the stairs to the door. As I reached the top of the stairs the lights went back on and I heard a CD player in my dad's workshop click on. And the song "Father and Son" by Cat Stevens started to play. When I was young he used to play that song when I couldn't sleep or had a bad dream and I would fall right asleep. I instantly knew that this whole occurence was my dad and when he saw how scared I got he played that song to make me feel better. I listened to the whole song and went back upstairs.
My Pop . . . the memories I have of him are faded, so many of them, like a school of fish swimming away leaving behind only a shell or two to echo my rememberence of fun days running around with him and my brother and TV and pool and playing with dogs. But those all were washed into the everlasting tears of old events and childish laughter was erased when he fell one day and was moved from hospital to hospital and alas a Nursing Home where we visited him often. We were taking care of a dog that summer, for seven wonderful weeks as the owners ventured to Italy and France and Germany. We walked the Golden Retriever down the street three times each day, as our whole family is incredibly in love with all dogs—especially eleven-year-old me. I'm not sure if this is a ghost or a bad ballot coincidence but....We walked him down the street and when we got to the end, a streetlight applauded our aching legs. As my Grandfather began to die, that street like flickered every time we walked under it and the miserable day that he passed on, the light completely shut off as soon as we reached it. And this continued for many more weeks. Alas we got our own dog, and these strange occurences did not stop. During our late night walk when we reached that light OFF or ON it went. Or even when we drove by it! But never to anyone else as we could see people up ahead. please help me this was quite a frightening event and continues to be. So when you read this, PLEASE RESPOND! WITH HELP! Thank you everyone whose read it and I'd love even critisizm. Thanks, Sara
Hello my name is Coy Vanajeyo (Coy Vah-nah-shay-oh) and I guess its obvious that I'm new at this website. But i dooo plan to come here often and post my frequent paranormal stories. I travel the world and at this time I am in America and English is new to me so please correct or accept my misspells and also the new typing patterns so please excuse my typos. Thanks...now here's one of my thousands of stories which I think was the most fun!
I was at home, chomping down fluffy Pop Corn from a flowery bowl on the sofa in our sitting room. The TV was blasting Panic Room and my dog, Juca (Juice-uh) was sitting next to me, snoring to what sounded like the tune of Reading Rainbow. For some reason during this frightening movie, that lure of his snore was comforting. I was rubbing his back, keeping him in the loving clutches of sleep in his Happy Place. Suddenly, he shot up and jumped on my lap. I screamed and the T.V. proceeded to play for about ten seconds until a reflection of Jesus appeared in the TV screen and the VCR shut off and the screen flipped to a show called SuperWonders—Real Life. They were talking about something like ghosts or witches.
I always knew something was in the attic of my new Victorian Style home on Starow Street. I had only been there a few months, since I had just moved to America. I just didn't know WHAT was up there. Loud crashes and bangs began to come from the cieling. I was the only one home—I lived alone with Juca (or so I thought). With so many paranormal experiences I was hardly scared until a muffled yet loud SSSSSSSSCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMM
came from the attic and a tear, from NO WHERE rolled down my cheek. I touched my cheek where the tear was and brought it onto my finger. As I stared at my finger, there was no salty drop, it was BLOOD! I cried. So hard. And since my first experience I had never cried.
She follows me. Her name is Bet. She was killed my being stabbed in the head and smothered. She follows me on all my travels, and she gets other ghosts to haunt me too. She is the scariest of them all. Every three paranormal sitings, she comes. I do not mind the others. They are harmless. But she hurts me and I only cried because I knew it was Bet. She had stabbed me in the head. I rushed myself to the hospital, I now have 42 stitches in my head. And I haven't moved. It doesn't matter where I am. They come. She hurts me. And I think she's coming soon. She was murdured my someone who broke into the house when her two children were sleeping. She was my mother.
My brother and I were asleep. But we are both horribly haunted by her because we could not save her. Here she comes. She'll be back soon.
My mum has had two weird paranormal experiences. One was when she was little, and one was when she was older.
When my mum was about seven she had a weird dream about a house. A year later when she and her dad were driving along in the car she shouted out to him.
"That's my house!" She yelled, for her dad had just driven past the house she had seen in her dream. She told her dad all about her dream and she wouldn't shut up about it. Eventually, her dad stopped the car, turned round, and drove to the house to shut her up.
When they got to the house, an old lady opened the door. Before even stepping into the house my mum (as a little girl) told the lady all about the house. The decorations, the different furniture, you name it. Everything. The old lady had no idea how my mum knew what was in the house, but told my mum and her dad that they were crazy. My mum was annoyed. She kept thinking that the house was significant and wanted to know more about it.
Later on in life, when my mum was older, she had another weird dream. She was really ill and was in hospital. The doctors had told her that she was not going to live. When she was unconscious, she had a dream that she saw her grandpa in a big white hall-like room. Her grandpa was smiling, but then frowned.
"Go back," her grandpa said. "It's not your time. I'll be waiting for you." My mum cried and cried and reached out for her grandpa's hand. She coudn't reach and so cried again. Then she woke up. She was so upset that she hadn't been able to go with her grandpa. She believed that what she had seen was heaven. She was annoyed that she had not died as she loved her grandpa so much. Now she believes that there is a heaven and that when someone you know dies, they go up to heaven and wait for you.
This is not an account i have experienced but is a very intresting tale that has fascinated me...
Egyptologist 'Douglas Murray' neither liked nor trusted the dishevelled American who sought him out in Cairo in 1910. The man had a furtive manner and appeared to be in the final stages of disease. But Murray, a refined Briton, could not resist the blandishments of his disreputable visitor - for the American was offering him the most priceless find of his career.
It was the mummy-case of a high princess in the temple of 'Ammon-Ra', who was supposed to have lived in 'Thebes 1600 BC'. The outside of the case bore the image of the Princess, exquisitley worked in enamel and gold. The case was in excellent state of preservation.
An avid collector, Murray couldn't resist. He drew a cheque on the Bank of England and took immediate steps to have the mummy-case shipped to his London home.
The cheque was never cashed. The American died that evening. Murray learned from another Egyptologist in Cairo why the price had been so reasonable.
The Princess from Ammon-Ra had held high office in the powerful 'Cult of the Dead', which had turned the fertile Valley of the Nile into a place only of death. Inscribed on the walls of her death chamber she had left a legacy of misfortune and terror for anybody who despoiled her resting place. Murray scoffed at the superstition until three days later.
He went on a shooting expedition up the Nile and the gun he was carrying explded mysteriously in his hand. After weeks of agony in hospital, his arm had to be amputated above the elbow. On the return voyage to England, 2 of Murrays friends died (from unknown causes). Two Egyptian servants who had handled the mummy-case also died within a year.
Back in london, Murray found that the mummy-case had arrived. When he looked at it, the face of the Princess seemed to come alive with a stare that chilled the blood. Although Murray had made up his mind to get rid of the mummy-case, a woman friend convinced him that he should give it to her. Within weeks, the woman's mother died, her lover deserted her, and she was stricken with an un undiagnosed wasting disease. When she instructed her lawyer to make her will, she insisted on returning the mummy-case to Dougals Murray.
By now a broken wreck of a man, Murray wanted no part of it. He presented it to the British Museum, but even in that cold and scientific institution, the mummy-case was to become notorious. A photographer who took pictures of the mummy-case immediately dead. An egyptologist in chargeof the exhibit was also found dead in bed.
Disturbed by the newspaper stories, the board of the museum met in secret. There was a unanimous vote to ship the mummy-case to a New York museum, which had agreed to accept the gift provided it was handled without publicty and sent by the safest possible means.
After great talk all arrangments were successfully completed. The case was shipped from Southampton to New York but the case never reached it's destination the curse of Ammon-Ra had taken yet more lives 1,498 people were sent to there doom when the safest so called unsinkable ship hit an iceberg on April 15th 1912.
My Father Told Me This Story About 2 Weeks Ago.It Was About an HUNTED DESERT!When He Was A Young Boy He Use To Walk Through The Desert.People Told Him That The Desert Will Only Open For Men That Will Cheat On There Wifes And That Will Be Drunkies.So 2 Friends That Pass Through There Where Looking For A Place 2 Keep On Drinking So Then The Desert Opened Up InTo An Bar.So It Was About 2 Be 12:00 MidNight So One Friend Told The Other One That They Had 2 Go Home So SomeOne Told Them If They Dont Leave Now They Will Never Get Out Of That Bar.So They Left.BUT When They Left EveryThing Had Changed!There Wifes Already Had GrandChildern.Them 2 Friends Where Already OLD!They Had Been InSide That Bar Or Desert For 100YEARS!!BUT 4 THEM IT WAS JUST 1 NIGHT!!!!!!!!!
In this house. I use to live in as a young girl with my parents long ago.I still remember the old house even now that im grown.And have my own family.My dad got a good deal on the house since no one wanted live there.Rumors was the house was haunted.A woman had went mad and shot her husband in the house. Then hung her self in the basement.Long Ago. Since then family's moved there all said, it was haunted.And pretty much moved out as quick as they moved in.My dad heard about the house being haunted but said it was just superstition.And my mom loved the ideal of moving in. It was really lovely big victorian home.But soon we moved in. It all changed quick.Things in the house just disapear.And you go back and be there again.I use get so mad i have my hair brush there on the dresser then ( poof) be gone.It started little things like that but it got worst.Doors from inside and wouldn't budge open .Then you go back.Doors be open without no problem.And dishes would fly off counters breaking. And no one be in the kitchen. Once, i was going in the basement . Shocked i heard a kitten down there.As i was going down the steps. I felt a cold hand touch my shoulder's i swing around .Nothing. I got to last step and was looking around under the steps saying. kitty kitty.There was this very bad smell. And a strong force behind push me down.I fell on my knees as i was getting up i started screaming for my parents. They both cometo the door .Saying, get up here. As i was. I got pushed behind again. I ran up them steps. Never been back in the basement again.By the way, there was never a kitten down there. That basement door knob stayed very cold even 100 degrees in Augs.I was on my bed once and my whole bed started shaking.I would hear foot steps coming up the steps toward my room and i would look out.Nothing.I remember my mom telling my what happen to her.While she was home alone.She was going to the kitchen. She notice the basement door was wide open.She went close it. Then she heard foot steps coming from basement.She called Dad at work.Which he was down 4 blocks away.They never did find nothing. My dad also heard noises.He once said, he fell asleep. He saw a white smokey figure he followed it to the basement and something took a bite out his arm. Well to put it shortly we didn't stay a month in that house.Things just got too spooky for us even for my dad .Well that was my experienced. I had. As a kid.
Ok it this might sound strange, on what I have to tell, but I will swear this story on my own grave. When I was about 11 or so, my parents divorced. Of course I had those weekends that I had to stay at my dad's house. Well, every time that it was time for bed, I would in bed, the house was pitch black, as I was lying in my bed, I would turn to my bedroom door. I would see little people, actucal little people the only thing was that they were naked and they didn't have normal body parts as a normal size person. And thoughout the whole night all they would do was walk back and forth in front of my room. Back and forth, back and forth!! As they were walking they would stare,this went on for 2 years and when i turned 14, these little people started to walk into my room right up to my bed, they wouldn't touch or say anything, just stare!!! As I got older the less I went to my dad's house. Now I'm 20 years old, and from time to time I will stay at my dad's house and I will still see these little people. The only thing is to this day I have no idea what they are. Oh, yeah did I mention that I have a fear of aliens. I don't know if they really are aliens, but that is the only thing that I can think of. Hit me back with your responds.
