(EMAIL) anonymous
(Location) Remote IP: 205.136.248.195
(STORYNAME) googly (A humorous Tale)
(Story)
One day when I was walking home from school I saw a ghost!!!!!!!!!!!
It was scary and I ran away sceaming,AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(EMAIL) anonymous
(Location) UK
(STORYNAME)Poultergeist Problems
Apparently, I was the probable cause of poltergeist experience as a child. We lived quite near Northolt Airport in West London, so this could have been responsible. Crystal vases, glasses and bowls would break whenever I was in the room. My mother used to buy me lovel Italian china dolls (which I didn't like - I preferred my Davy Crocket outfit!) and the faces would explode when I went near them. This could have been caused by the fact that my parents were always in the process of divorce - some sort of produced kinetic energy due to the trauma that I would have suffered because of this. Who knows.
(STORYNAME)Don't Open The Door
When I was older, the house we moved into was haunted. Things would go missing all the time and reappear some weeks later. I would have my hair pulled while sitting at the dining table with my back to the window. This truly happened. And strangest of all, on two occasions the front door opened for me when I was leaving for work. I actually say the door lock turn, and at first I thought my father had returned home having forgotten something. I went outside and looked around but nobody was there. This was around 8.30am. In this house,, at the start of my son's illness, some 7 years ago, I woke up in the night feeling worried about him. I had the urge to get out of bed and go to his room just to check or maybe cover him up. He was always kicking his covers off. But I didn't. It was cold. So I turned over and just as I was going back to sleep, I heard my daughter walking along the landing towards the toilet. I could tell the difference between her footsteps and my son's, so I knew it was her. In the morning, my daughter asked me what I was doing sitting on Joe's bed in the night. She said that I looked a strange grey colour, but that she had put this down to the light. I told her what had happened, and she was quite shocked. I wonder if this was some sort of astral projection which I had experienced around this time, but never since.
(STORYNAME) It Went Straight Through Me.
My daughter lives in a Victorian Cottage in Christchurch, Dorset. Strangely, one of the first tenants had the name Bents, which is my aunt's married name. My daughter has always felt this house to be haunted, and has experienced shadowy sightings and sounds of footsteps always around the 19-22nd of each month. Lately, this has ceased. On one of my first visits to her home one evening to help her clean, I was walking through the small connecting hallway to the kitchen when I felt tremendous pressure on my upper body, which took my breath away. It is difficult to describe, but I have never experienced anything like. I felt sure something had walked straight through me.
(STORYNAME)Tarot Readings
These stories are real enough, and I will probably tell you more another time, particularly regarding my mother's sightings. My daughter has seen ghosts ever since she was three years old. Possibly even before this. We are a catholic family and since my son's illness, I have been praying to my confirmation saints ( I sort of took two because I couldn't decide between them, though they are connected in many spiritual ways ), St. Therese de Lisieux and Santa Teresa de Avila of Spain. I have taken great comfort from the Carmelite Order and often feel that if ever I was left alone in this world, then I would become a Carmelite nun. However, I am not a saintly person and have probably been quite wicked in my youth! About three years ago, I went with some of my neighbours for a tarot card reading in a friend's house. The tarot card lady would only do five readings in one session and I was chosen.
When I went in, she said that this night she had had a premonition that she would meet a very high spirit, but that she hadn't thought this would be me. However, she then told me she was wrong and that I was that person, and that I wouldn't be recognised in this lifetime, but would be on a high spiritual plain in the next world.
This brought me some comfort due to the difficulties I had been experiencing in my life at the time. I'm an Animal Rights Activist, and I suffer a great deal with regard to what animals go through ie: food animals, vivisection, hunting and all the other dreadful torments which humans devise for these fellow creatures of our earth.
Anyay, I digress. She went on to tell me that she could see two persons standing on each side behind me, and that it was unusual for her to get a sighting of this nature. On my right side stood a huge 6-7' Egyptian named Achmed - she even clarified the pronounciation Aachmed. To my left stood what appeared to be a nun, but she felt the colours of her robes were wrong. They were brown and cream and she felt a nun should be dressed in black. Strangely these are the colours of the Virgin Mary's robes, the colours taken by the Carmelite order. I had given her no idea whatsoever of my beliefs, but it was comforting and I like the idea of both Teresa and Achmed watching over me.
That's it for now. I hadn't meant this to be so long. But I hope you enjoy reading my true experiences. M.J.
(NAME) Niki
(EMAIL) anonymous
(Location) undisclosed
(STORYNAME) Googly and Grandpa
(Story)
Ever since I was real little I have been real close to my Grandpa (mom's dad). He favored me over any of my brothers or cousins. When I was 8 years old, I had a bad nightmare a couple nights before Halloween that my granpa got killed. I don't exactly remember all the details but all I remember is waking up in cold sweats and running into my mom's room and telling her what I had drempt. She calmed me down and I fell asleep in her room. A couple days later, Halloween, my brothers and I came home from trick-or-treating, and found my mom crying really hard. We had asked her what happened and she told us that around 6:00 that evening Grandpa had died, he was hit by a car. My mom thought I was psychic so I was in counseling for a while, but, it was a coincidence, I guess. Anyways, every year, at 6:00pm, on Halloween something really strange happens. One year all the clocks in the house froze at 6:00pm, even our watches my brother and mom were wearing. In the morning the time went back to normal. Another year my mom found a couple hundreds of dollars in her pocket. Another year the smell of my grandpa's favorite food filled our house. My Grandma (mom's mom) also says wierd things happen to her too. I just always thin of my Grandpa because I think he was giving me a warning before he died because we were so close. I LOVE YOU GRANDPA!!!
(NAME) Heather
(EMAIL) eaha@hotmail.com
(Location) NY
(STORYNAME) Haunts In My FarmHouse
My mom's friend, Amy Jo, was sitting in my dad's chair at the kichen table, which is near the pantry. See, Amy Jo is into crystals, and psych stuff. Anyways, she felt a cold draft behind here and she turned around and saw a older women in an 1930s style of dress. The women was Maude B., and she died in the bathroom of a heartattack. The landlords of our house, which are her brothers, found her on the toliet, leaning against the radiator that used to me next to the toliet. Also, another paranormal event, my bedroom used to be the sickroom of the house and someone died in there a long time ago and every once in a while, weird things happen, like some of my stuff isn't where it should be or some of my homework or novel stuff is erased. Also too, there are cold drafts. Thank you for including this.
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