(NAME) anonymous
(EMAIL) anonymous
(Location) texas
(STORYNAME) the little boy........
(Story) i remember i was 15 or 16 years old. i had my own bedroom at that time. i was asleep on my bed when i heard someone crying. it kinda freaked me out cause at that time no one was living with me except my parents and myself. when i got up and looked around....i noticed a little boy about the age of 3 or 4 standing at the foot of my bed crying. i asked him what was wrong and i remember him telling me he wanted his mommmy. so, i felt kinda bad and told him if he wanted to sleep with me on my bed, tomorrow when we got up...we would go look for his mommy. he just smiled and climbed up on top of my bed. i laid a pillow next to me so he could put his head on. when he lied down, i cobered me and him with a blanket and fell asleep. the next morning....i woke up remembering the little boy and looked to my side to see if he was still there. noone was there...just the headprint of him on my pillow. i got off my bed and walked towards the foot of my bed and, to tell you! truthfully, there was little mud footprints of a little child on the floor and on my blanket. i remember that night and try to wonder if it was a dream..but thinking of all that evidence makes me wonder.....the little boy was a white, blonde-blue eyed boy handsome as a child could be.....some nights i do hear someone crying but do not bother getting up.
(EMAIL) EMLYNTHUG@HOTMAIL.COM
(Location) BARRY,SOUTH WALES
(STORYNAME) HALLOWEEN HORROR
(Story)
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Me and my girlfriend were watching a video and we was on our own and then my mobile rang and when I answered it thre was a voice I never recognised and when I asked how they got my number the voice just said "Nowhere" and this may not sound like a lot but it really scared me and then the phone rang when I went to the toilet and she told me that a jaqline dqavidson wanted to talk to me but I did'nt know a jaquline davidson and then we thought it was a weirdo then when my girl friend went home I seen this jaqline I knew it was her because she told me and then she asked if she could come in but I said "no" then a a mans voice was heard and she ran off and I watched her and as I shut the door and looked out the window she waved aned dissapered and I told my friends but they dont belive me but I know its true. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
(NAME) emlyn owen
(EMAIL) emlynthug@hotmail.com
(Location) barry south wales
(STORYNAME) the phantom express
I was on taunton train station when I seen an old steam train comming up to the platform so I told my brother and he seen it to but when we went to tell our dad (who was standing next to us but looking away) it had gone.! Me and my brother were both stumped and when we were on the train home we saw the same train ut this time the people on it were waving at us then when I WENT INTO MY BAG (WHICH WAs on my lap to get my camera it was gone and my brother swears blindly it dissapeared and to this day we are still affected by this ghostly train. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
(Location) UNDISCLOSED
(STORYNAME) TERROR AT TEN PAST TWELVE
It was aproxemently ten past twelve and every one was asleep exept me. I was nodding off then I heard a girl crying but it was'nt any of my sisters because every one was asleep then thre was a thud on the out side of my window and it could'mt have been birds because there was no birds flying about at that time and the I lay in my bed and I could feel something wet underneth me and when I checked it was nothing there. I managed to go to sleep but when I woke up to go toiliet the fan in the bathroom was turned on and every one was still asleep to this day I have always heard the crying.
My Grandfather "Anthony John Thomas" died because The car accident hit by him in Mexican Town "Jalostotitlan" in 1980,A few Week My Family move to The United State of Ameirca, California, L.A., I was sleeping My Grandparent's house,I woke and saw My Grandfather (GhosT) smile and laughing, I scream no hear, no voice, I am scared, I closed my Blanket, scream "MOM" "MOM"., I see the ghost gone . A few Year ,I move to my home for first time in USA., Next 6 years, I saw the diffrent Ghosts, I saw the blue breast woman laughing staring the window, I saw other the ghost "The Man with Black Hat in the Black" shuts the door in the hall, I open the door from the hall between the bathroom and Bathroom, My brother said "Strange House" saw The Man with black hat in black ran through the hall and very very fast closed. My Father said "weird house". My Father said " I saw a ghost in the bathroom and hear other the wall sound like "walking bah bha bah". I tired tire my shoe and look up, The Doll is hiding and looking behind the wall, I ran thought the wall, the doll sat the chair. I threw a doll out on the back yard.My mom said " what are you doing? I picked up the doll and back to the closet.A few month(1986) My brother George forgot the key,George sneak out the window in the kitchen and walked looked the toys is stopping dancing and walk fall on the floor in the second bedroom betweem the kitchen.My Brother George said "I am scared, I won't be alone" George is come back the house, My Brother said"I am better outside keep alway the house wating for My family will come here, My brother said" I see the curtain is winding in the living room.Next Week, I rode on the Yellow Bus(Year 1986) saw the house's window because the old man(Possibly The man with hat in black) staring me,I closed eyes,My friend Cynthia said "The old man is behind the curtain, smiling, too staring" is your father here?" I said no live here in my house, My friend Cynthia said "you call Police", I said "The old man(If Possibly "The man wear the hat black) is ghost,The South Gate Police can't catch the Old man because he is ghost alltime disappear .My Friend Sylvia said" Oh my god". I Show you my old address: XXXX South Gate Avenue South Gate, CA. In 1993, I moved to Pasadena, California for new home, Next 2 Week, My Brother saw the white smoking old lady fly over the wall lamp, The old ghost lady like scaring eyes. My Brother said "Oh My" and ran out tell me, I saw The Smoking Old lady over in Sister's bedroom. I walked to the sister's bedroom,The old lady ghost is gone.I Told my Father about The old lady ghost, My Father said " You are dreaming" a few month, My Father walked to the second floor,He slept her bed, My Father said "Someone hung leg or like flirt, kiss my father's cheek" Look back nothing feel hung me, My Father spanish yell " Mother" scared ran down tell my Mom ,My father said the ghost live in the second floor bedroom. My Father bought the used camper,My Father look up the window, The Old lady ghost laughing, My father "Shut up Old lady" and use the real gun point to the old lady ghost.The old lady ghost is scaring away, My Father said" The old lady ghost is scaring because I use my Gun is empty bullet, The old Lady ghost is dumb!!!!.
Thank You,
John Anthony Dennis Louis Thornton
jdelgato@nowhere.net
(NAME) Sean Chester
(EMAIL) vespasean@yahoo.co.uk
(Location) Chicago, IL
(STORYNAME) Bachelor's Grove Aristocrat
(Story) I was driving past Bachelor's Grove cemetery a few weeks ago when I saw the ghost of the now deceased aristocrat Lord William Mason-Wood. I was travelling quite fast as I passed the enterance of the cemetery and as I did so a figure walked into the road, followed by some other entities. I closed my eyes and slammed on the brakes. As I opened my eyes I saw the man quite clearly. He was accompanied by two dwarven entities who snarled and foamed. I hit the gas and made straight for home. I have been doing some research and I am now quite certain that I saw Lord Mason Wood's spirit. He was an English aristocrat who emigrated and was buried here. Apparently he was an unscrupulous fellow who imprisoned dwarves and others to sell in the then lucerative circus trade. If anyone else has any information or sightings I would be thrilled to hear them. Contact me at vespasean@yahoo.co.uk
(NAME) Brian Smith
(EMAIL) Wolly@Inreach.com
(Location) Galt, California
(STORYNAME) Ghost in the Hallway
(Story) This happened not to long ago. I used to live with my father and when I did, we had a pretty unusual living arangment. He lived in the trailer and I lived the house (It was my grandmother's house and he was fixing it up, my room was the only one available at the time, it was my father's old room). Well, I of course being the crafty teen had a computer, television, and bed along with clothes in my room. I was up late one saturday night watching those late night movies that are always on and I suddenly hear a door open and footsteps coming from outside of the door to the hallway. I figured, "It's dad up and fixing the house again." (He has a history of working in the middle of the night). So I get up and open my door to look outside. What was strange was the hallway was dark and empty, but it also felt cooler then before. So I closed the door and walked back to my heater. Turning it up one knotch I hopback in bed shrugging it off. Then about twenty minutes latter I hear! it again. This time I was about to get up and go to the bathroom, but my mind started racing with the thoughts of "it's only your imagination". So I stand up and go out into the hallway and of course it's empty. I decide to sneek into the bathroom and when I do I close door and do my business. When I opened the door to the hallway, I saw that the door at the otherside of the hallway was open. My god, if it weren't for the fact that I just went pee I would have surely pissed my pants when I saw a figure of a man standing there. It was like the man was pure black. The embodiment of darkness itself. So what did I do? I closed the door and locked myself inside the bathroom until my father walked into the house about two hours later and knocked on the bathroom door. Let's just say I don't live their anymore and the thought of it still chills me to this day. I found out later that my older sister had seen something in that house as well when she lived their. So who lives their now?! My dad. He is an old toughie and used to work with spirits so he's used to it. But it still nags me. Anyways, have a nice day and thanks for reading this.
(EMAIL) anonymousv
(STORYNAME) real (honest)
we were walking along through dead mans hollow in southern england. the trees are close together making visability poor and it was getting dark. about ten meters ahead in a clearing we saw a red glowing ball hovering infront of us. I was like: yikes, dude, and jonny was like woah, man and we just ran as fast as we could back to the car and drove off laughing kinda nervous laughs thrilled from the chase but sh*ting our selves from being scared. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
(NAME) Marissa
(EMAIL) philandlil_7@yahoo.com
(Location) West Virgnia
(STORYNAME) The House Next Door
(Story) My story begins while I was watching t.v. I was home by myself and I heard something. I went upstairs to see what it was. I looked out the window and just saw a bunch of cars going by. So I told myself it was the wind and I was hearing things. But something else caught my eye. I looked out the window and saw the big white house next door. Lights were flickering on and off. No body died in the house though. At least not to my knowledge. I've had dreams though. I have friends over at my house and were by ourselves, and I say to them,"Lets go over to Joey Esexs old house!" So we go over and I see I a figure. It's a boy about 5 feet tall and his face is all blury. I can never make out his face. He says to me and my friends,"Come to my room. Please. I won't hurt you. It's perfectly safe. I just want someone to play with. Please." And they follow him but I don't because I don't trust him. My friends come running back down the stairs pale as ghosts and saying lets get out of! here!!! The ghostly figure is saying,"Please wait! Come back I swear you won't get hurt!!" Then I wake up. I've had that exact same dream about 4 or 5 times. I still can't make out the face or tell who it is by listening to their voice. The other night, I think It was Wednesday evening, I was home by myself again and heard a noise. So I went upstairs and saw the figure. I still couldn't see his face and he was saying,"Come to my room. Please! I won't hurt you. It's perfectly safe. I just want someone to play with. Please. I swear you won't get hurt." I start ti follow him then I remember my dream and my friends running out like crazy. So I stopped. He went out the door chanting the exact same words, wanting someone to play with.
NAME) Savana
(EMAIL) priest_sp30holy@hotmail.com
(Location) Braxton,West Virgina
(STORYNAME) The White Wolf
I was walking behind my house when I saw a white object glowing.It was a wolf a ghost!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
(Location) undisclosed
(STORYNAME) Shadowy Figure
(Story) I think there might be one of those inter dimensional portals for ghosts or something.Because every time I've seen this SHADOWY figure it always goes to the same place,from the same place,into the same place and then disapears.I don't know why cause if I did know why I would tell you.The 1st time it was black and the 2nd time it was like a dark peach color.Plus it couldn't be my dog Spooks because the figure was like a man without a body.I will tell you more as I find out more. Signed,
Anonymous
(NAME) Bones
(EMAIL) TRU_FOR_LIFE@yahoo.com
(Location) Heath, Ohio
(STORYNAME) White Chaple
(Story) Ok heres the story. Well theres this church it's called white Chaple and it's like a devil wershiping church and theres this bible the only bible and if u go to the door open it and if u see the ghost your supposed to run grab the bible and if u go in and look out the window into the field you see a guy hanging from a tree but when your outside the tree and the guy is gone and a yellow truck always drives in front of the church waiting for victoms .
(EMAIL) philandlil_7
(STORYNAME) googly
My story starts in my room. I had my door locked and the windows were shut. But all of a sudden, the door flew open. I was getting dressed and I felt a really cold hand on my shoulder. But I was in there all by myself. Then one night I was on the phone and I heard noises. So naturally I thought everyone was back. So I told Traci to hang on a minute. I go upstairs and no-one was there. I went into my parents bedroom no-one was there. But the voices sounded exactly like my whole families voices, even mine. So I went back downstairs and told Traci and she says,"Weird!!!" I had a candle lit and was burning so high. I thought maybe I should blow it out. So I was just about ready to get up from the couch, when the candle blew out. I told Traci and she says,"I pitty you!!" I heard the exact same voices again and my dog was barking so I thought they I had to be home for sure. But they weren't. Every time I went upstairs I could here whispers. I came back downstairs and I started talki! ng to Traci and she says, "So why was your dog barking?" and I told her I didn't know. She says,"Dogs can see ghosts you know?" I told her that's not what I wanted to here. I think the voices possibably came from the house next to mine because I think it's haunted because it looks creepy. That's my story.
sinceirly,
philandlil_7
(NAME) HoopDawg
(EMAIL) bighoopdawg@yahoo.com
(Location) Chicagoland area, Illinois
(STORYNAME) The Ghost Of Tucker
This story is completely true!!!!
I copied it from the paranormal section of my homepage:
Hoopdawg's Paranormal Page
The Ghost Of Tucker
Tucker was the creator of a car. He invented 'The Tucker.' It became popular because of it's infamous third headlight in the center of the car. Only a little over fifty cars were manufactured when his business was shut down. One day my grandfather was offered a whole bunch of Tucker posters from a co-worker of his. He excepted the offer and hung one of the posters up in the basement, gave one to my family, and put the rest of them in a safe place. Many years after that everyone was in the living room casually reading newspapers and talking. A discussion arose about Tucker. It was a basic discussion about the car and Tucker himself. My mother at once asked my grandfather where he stored all the posters. He replied that he couldn't remember. After about 5 to 10 seconds a loud thud was heard from below. My uncle grabbed a flashlight and descended into the basement. My mother was right behind him. At the bottom of the stairs he froze. He turned his head up towards the steps and looked at my mother. His face was whiter then whipped cream and his eyes were large with shock. Naturally my mother couldn't imagine what he could have seen to make him so surprised. When she followed his lead down the stairs she also was hit head on with amazement as the shape of posters met her eyes. They were of Tucker and his car. As it turns out my grandfather stored the posters up in the rafters, and they fell out mysteriously right when our conversation arose. An even more mysterious fact, is that the Tucker automobile was manufactured in the place where Ford City Mall lies today, and that mall is right in the area of where my grandparent's home stands. Could the Ghost Of Tucker walk there house? I don't know. But I know that a Tucker poster still hangs in their basement, and whenever I walk past it, it almost looks sometimes like Tucker watches me, and gives a mysterious wink to let you know he's there.
Written by HoopDawg
(NAME) TIm Burton
(EMAIL) Penquinz16@juno.com
(Location) Layton utah
(STORYNAME) The Camper
(Story) My best friend and i use to work on a camp staff a few summers ago. It was lot's of fun-the animals, the kids, but we really loved the hikes. One of my favorite ones was the Lake Limon Hike-it was a 20 mile round trip over nighter that stopped at lake limon-a large, glacier lake that had snow on the one side year round. On one of our last trips to the lake, Jake i decided to explore the the rock face cliff of where the glacier grounded throught the side of the mountain as it went down the hill. It wasn't to hard to find a path up to it, and we went with three of the larger boys in the troops we were with that week. About half way up we found a small cave and went into it. It was really cool! their was a bed and a spot where we could tell a fire was held. it didn't look like it had been used for a very long time. As we where exploring the cave, a tall, lanky man with a bright red beard came into it and asked us what we were doing- we told him we were from the BSA camp about down the valley about ten miles. He then told us a story that Jake and I laughed at-at first. "many years ago" he started "Preston (the closest town) was just a trading post for furers. But by the early 1900's fur trading was not in the best of shape. A local trapper who knew the land better than anyone before or since decided to become a guide for rich men who wanted to hunt the local grizzlies. He did ok at this until another trapper in the area became jealous of his success and convinced him to take him along on the next trip. The guide agreeded and the next morning they set off for lake limon." it turns out the cave was a base the guide would use while out on these trips of his. And on this trip, he didn't return-the jealous mand killed him, and his dog and pushed their bodies into the freezing water of the lake below, scratched himself up and then went back into town, claiming they had been attacked by grizzly bears. But starting that night, the man heard the dog! howling so loud he could not sleep. He didn't think much of it, figured it must be a wolf or a neighbors dog. But when he left his house the next moring, their was a human pelvic sitting on the porch. He freaked out and buried in the wood pile next to his house. For two weeks the pattern contuined with the howling, and the man getting no sleep, finding a bone on his front porch. But after two weeks, the howling stopped and the man finally fell into some much needed sleep. He sleep most of the day, and the people in town were worried about him because they did not see in town (he usually came in about 10 and it was apprently past 1 when their alerted the shierrf. Well the sheirf went over and thelast bone of the man was found-the skull dripping wet and cold. the sherif went around the house, thinking the man might be in the back yard. He didn't find him, but all the hidden bones and the woodpile where scattered around the yard. Just then the sheriff's dog started barking, and ! the man came tearing out of the house in a panic. Seeing the Bones and the Sherrif, he dropped to his knees and confessed. "Paper ran a big story about it" our story teller said. "the man was so scared of the ghost dog that he ended up hanging himself in the cell before a trial could start." we all laughed, figuring the man was making it up to scare us all-that it was just some local story. It was getting dark so we all left the cave, but neither jake nor I remember the man leaving the cave-but we had to be the last one's out to make sure that all the scouts were safe. Well, our troops went home, and that saturday we went into town to do our laundry and decided to stop by the libary to get some books, and check out the man's story in the libary's newspaper arcives (we're both scientist and question everything) well, we found the story but that's not what scared us. Along with the story, their was a pitcure of the guide who was killed with the story-and he looked a whole lot like the man who told us the story.
(NAME) Jane Doe
(STORYNAME) The Nursing Home
I used to work in a nursing home in Windsor V.T. It was pretty interesting,but I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary until my last month there. I had heard stories of apparitions being sighted, but I exused them without much thought. My job was basically making beds. I always had a wierd feeling in my stomach when I was in one of the private rooms. I didn't really know why, but I did feel I was not alone sometimes Lights would turn on and off by themselves,objects would replace themselves and I swear I saw an apparition in the storage room. Many of our residents would scream at the top of their lungs begging for help and a majority of them don't have mental illnesses.A boy has been seen bouncing a ball in the activities room and some of our deceased residents have been heard. Will I be goinng back there? I don't think so. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
(NAME) Emma
(EMAIL) nmh1@hotmail.com
(Location) Michigan
(STORYNAME) Sleepover
(Story) I was 10 years old when I spent the night at my aunts house. My aunt always believed that her house was truly haunted wich I found was just imajinary. When my aunt was about 8 she started to get into ghosts doing sayonces and just a lot of things wich made her see things and from then on she would see things. Anyway she has 3 kids and they were 1 3 6 and my sister was 8. When we got to my Aunts house we played had fun and just did what any kid does on a Saturday. Then it was time to go to bed. The baby slept downsttairs with my aunt and uncle the 3 year old slept up stairs and ME my sister and the 6 year old slept on the couch in the middle floor. Thats where my aunt said she saw things. My aunt put 1 babymoniter downstairs and one up stairs with the three year old. Then it was lights off. Goodnight my Aunt told us she said if something goes wrong don't worry about it its just your imagination or is it? Ghosts aren't real there just so fake and made up its not funny.! But still I just couldn't get to sleep. It was about 12 at night maybe 11 I'm not sure. by now my sister and the my cousin (6 year old) were a sleep. I was getting ready to get up but before i did i heard a creaking sound it was the rocking chair. my aunt must be rocking the baby in the rocking chair. The sound was so loud that the 3 year old came down here with us from up stairs. By now all us kids were up and could not move or scream for are aunt. A ghost my sister said. Don t worry I said just stay still. When I looked again it was gone. Did was who who was that I managed to get out. No it it must of just been are imagination. So we went to sleep. Tyler had brouht the baby monitor down with him so we could here my Aunt. but thats not exactly what we heard we heard a man laughing not really a 20 year old almost like a 60 50 year old. it was kind of a asma laugh caughing and laughing at the same time. We threw it on the ground ahhh. My three year old cousin was crying. I've ! had enough i went down stairs and woke up my Aunt. She came up stiars and told here about the baby monitor and ghost in the rocking chair. Where did the monitor go. the next day in the morning we went up stairs to play and there it was how could the monitor have got up there.The wierd thing was the batteries were gone.That was the first and last time i stayed in that house at night. 3 years later my Aunt moved. Never say theres no such things as ghost!
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