(Name)kyle KwB092684@aol.com
(story) suicide aniversary
hi my name is Kyle, i am 15. about two years ago i had my own ghost experience i was lying in bed when i heard the back door (which leads in to the kitchen) opened and then slammed shut. at first i thought i was hearing things but then i heard foot steps on the stairs i was so scared that i froze in place when it reached the top step i jumped out of bed to see what it was i reached to turn on the light when all of a sudden something hit me in the chest and sent me flying in my bed. at first i thought it was a shock but then i realize i was thrown towards the switch, that's when i really started to get scared but for some unknown reason i got back up and quickly turned the lights only now the object was at least 8 feet away it kept walking towards and i kept taking a step back then it turned right and went for the attic stairs the attic door witch had been locked had some how unlocked and the object walked up the stairs 5 mins later i heard a thump and that was the least i heard of the object the next day i asked my Mom about the man who used to own it she said that he died of a heart attack wile he was on vacation in Florida. 2 hours later i went out side just then i heard a voice coming from next door. he didn't really die in Florida. i turned around it was my next door neighbor what i asked. he died in the attic she said he committed suicide then i learned that that night was the anniversary of his death
(NAME) Ashley
(EMAIL) Misspris38@aol.com
(Location) undisclosed
(STORYNAME) The ghosts of the 18th century that haunt the restaraunt
(Story)
Well this story I'm about to tell is true about things I've seen or heard by other people. We've owned a restaraunt since I was 1 year old(can't give the name)it was built in the early 1800's and was originally used as an Inn where guests would stop by stagecoach, or what have you and stay the night. For the past 17 years we've owned it well... let's just say starnge things have happened. Some common things such as playing with the lights by flickering them on and off, to the more complex such as poking my sides or other peoples, moving chairs or other items clear across the room or down stairs, or appearing in the corners of the dinning room or other areas. Yet it's always the same lady that everyone claims to see. A woman dressed in a very colonial looking white dress wearing a hat, and her garments giving off a white iridescent glow. I haven't seen this, but my father has, as well as others who have worked with us throughout the years. It's weird though, why! are they here, was she killed, exactly how many ghosts are there? Let's just say my father has encountered many starnge paranormal things that have left him as white as... a ghost. I myself feel weird being alone in there cuz I know someone's watching me. They never bother you, I just think they're bored and a little bit playful at times. Other time it's just very errie. Anyway I could talk to them U wonder? Well that's my 100% true ghost story and if anyone ever asks me... Do you believe in ghosts? I always tell them I do.
(NAME) Felisha
(EMAIL) yrubio@gloryworks.com
(STORYNAME) The Breathing Ghost
(Story) This started happening when me and my family moved to a really old house, which we still live in. The house is really old and the door knobs are really old fashioned. So anyway, I have my room in the back of the house. The first time I experienced a "haunting" I was reading a book around 2:30 in the morning because for some reason I couln't sleep. So I was reading the book when I heard a very low sound. At first I ignored it because I thought it was my cat who slept on the washing room, which is right next to my room. So I went back to reading. About 2 or 3 minutes later I felt someone was watching me. And I can always tell when someone is watching me, so I got a little freaked out about it because I was by myself in the room and everyone else was sleeping. I just sat there looking around for a while. Then I heard a sound coming from the corner of my room, it was about 4 feet away from me. It sounded like someone breathing. I felt like someone was there except I could! n't see it. I got really scared that for about a week I slept in the living room. My dad told me to start slepping in my room again. I was stlill freaked about going to sleep in my room again. That night I heard the breathing again and I was scared but I closed my eyes and went to sleep. After a while I got used to it, it's really peaceful now. The breathing puts me to sleep now. I'm not scared anymore because I figured if it wanted to hurt me, it would have already done it by now. Sometimes, before the "breathing ghost" comes, I feel like someone is watching me, and I do look around the room, but then the breathing starts and I shrug it off. I'm really used to it by now.
(NAME) anonymous
(EMAIL) anonymous
(STORYNAME) googly
(Story) one night I was staying over a friends place and not that long ago her brother had died outside their house in a car crash, anyway we were sitting in front of the television with her mum. Her mum went to go and have a shower and toldus to shut the front door if we got cold. I got up to shut it, locked it and then sat back down. Not long after that the door unlocked itself opened, closed then locked again.
(NAME) Jen
(EMAIL) jendstl@stlnet.com
(Location) St. Charles, MO
(STORYNAME) little girl reading, not seen again
(Story) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hi, my name is Jen and I am 17 yrs. old. I live in St. Charles, MO which is about 30 minutes from Lake St. Louis. A couple of my close friends live in LSL. I often stay at thier house on weekends. Well last spring, which would have been spring of 1998 I spent a whole week over at my friends house. Whenever I leave my house I close my bedroom door to keep my dogs out and to keep my mom from having to look at the horrible mess. Before I left for LSL on SundayI closed my windows, shades, and bedroom door. I returned the following Sunday and walked up the stairs of my house. I turned left and walked to my bedroom door. I was exhausted and I set my bags down. Something felt a little wierd to me. I didn't think anything of it, being so tired. I opened my door and suddenly something caught my eye. I turned to the left of me and thier she stood...a little girl about 4'9" with shoulder length brown hair. That's all the details I could make out of her. She was kind of foggy. However, she stood holding a book open as if she was reading it. When she saw me, she turned looked at me, put the book on my bookshelf, and ran off to the far left corner of my room. I do not know what book she was reading. I am a Pagan though so my bookshelf is filled with Wicca books, Vampyre books, fictional books(James Lee Burke, Anne Rice, etc.) I feel that because I had left my room for a whole week that she had decided to inhabit it for that time. The girl seemed young and scared. My house is about 10 years old and no one ever lived in it before my family. I do however live on what used to be The Dingledine Old Farm. Where I live is where they used to keep the horses. I have ridden horses for 11 years now and maybe the girl felt some kind of attraction to me being a young girl and myabe she liked horses too or something strange like that. I have not seen her again although I would like to!!!! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
(NAME) CHANTAL
(EMAIL) WWW.CGEROULD@GILMORESECURITIES.COM
(Location) NEW JERSEY
(STORYNAME) GHOST OF MY UNCLE
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OK THIS ALL HAPPENED BEFORE I WAS BORN MY GRANDMA AND MY TWO AUNTS HAVE TOLD ME THIS STORY ITS KINDA IN TWO PARTS. IT BEGAN IN THE HOUSE I LIVE IN NOW MY GRANDMOTHER WAS IN MY ROOM WELL IT WAS SHARED BY MY UNCLE KENNY AND UNCLE MATT AT THE TIME WHEN SHE SAW WHAT SHE THOUGHT WAS MY UNCLE KENNY WALKING DOWN THE HALLWAY WHEN SHE CALLED TO HIM TO COME INTO THE ROOM TO HELP HER SHE RELIZED THAT HE WAS ALREADY IN THE ROOM WITH HER SHE LET IT GO THINKING IT WAS JUST HER IMAGINATION. ABOUT A WEEK LATER THEY DECIDED TO GO DOWN THE SHORE TO THERE BEACH HOUSE IT WAS AROUND 12AM OR SO WHEN MY 2 AUNTS WERE SLEEPING IN ONE OF THE BEDROOMS IN THE BACK OF THE HOUSE MY GRANDMOTHER HEARD A SCREAM AND RAN INTO MY AUNTS BEDROOM MY AUNTS WERE YELLING FOR HER TO TURN AROUND WHEN SHE DID SHE SAW A WHITE VISON STANDING IN THE HALL WAY JUST STANDING THERE SHE SAID IT TOLD HER I WILL BE OK THEN VANISHED. ABOUT 3 DAYS LATER MY GRANDMOTHER AND AUNTS WENT HOME AND THE DOORBELL RANG AND TWO MEN MY UNCLE WORKED WITH ENTERED WITH 2 COPS AND TOLD MY GRANDPARENTS THAT MY UNCLE KENNY WAS KILLED MY A DRUNK DRIVER ON HIS WAY HOME FROM WORK SHE IS CONVINCED THAT WHAT SHE SAW WAS MY UNCLES GAURDIAN ANGLE TELLING HER THAT MY UNCLE WILL BE TAKEN CARE OF AND I HOPE HE IS! I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH UNCLE KENNY AND WISH I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN A CHANCE TO KNOW YOU
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(NAME) Amanda
(EMAIL) Tailsgrl@aol.com
(Location) Chicago, IL
(STORYNAME) Mishchievous Apartment Ghost
(Story) My best friend Michele and I have always known that her house was haunted. We've both seen the ghost on more than one occasion. Plus, odd things tend to happen at her house. She lives in the upstairs apartment of a building on the North side of Chicago. The first thing that I can remember happening was one night when I was sleeping over at her house. We were playing a game called Pizza Party, where each player gets a cardboard piece of pizza and and throughout the game you collect little carboard toppings. We were the only ones in the house,and we left her bedroom to go to the kitchen, and when we returned, every single cardboard pizza topping was gone. We scoured the room under the bed, under the rug, in the closet. But we didn't find a single game piece. Confused and a little freaked out, we left the room and went into the front room, waiting for her parents to come home. We went back in teh room about an hour later, and there all the pieces were scattered on ! the floor in plain sight. I know it doesn't sound very scary, but we were only 10 years old at the time and very frightened. From then on, we knew the place was haunted. We still see the ghost very often. It may just be a shadow of someone standing in the next room when there's no one really there, or it may be actually coming face to face with the sad-eyed figure of an eraly 20th century man. And, things still happen. This past Halloween, Michele was throwing a party and I was helping her decorate. We hung orange and black streamers in the doorway to the dining room, and later that evening, when there was only three of us there,and there were no windows or doors open to let in a breeze,and no one was walking by to cause one, the streamers kept swaying back and forth. It happened all night long, even whentehre was no one nearby. Later that same night, for some inexplicable reason, the five remaining party guests all looked at a pewter candle holder at the same time as it sudde! nly fell over, dropping a lit candle into a pile of blankets. Since we all looked, we were able to put out the candle before it could start a fire. Things still happen there itmes suddenly disappear and then turn up in odd places, things fall over with no explanation, and someone occasionally gets a glimpse of the ghost. But, we're not 10 anymore,and not afraid.
(anonymous)
(recordings)
My sibling and i were in a graveyard and there was a boy telling us a legend and at the end when he was walking across the street and litterarlly vanished. So my oldest brother and i still scared to death, went there the next day which i think was a saturday and our family is very into ghost and supernatural things so we know how to hunt 4 them and stuff we took a tape recorder , it was a sony one and really expensive and i guess he dropped it but it was on and recording. So we went home and it wasn't in his pocket and my grandmother was really upset . We ending up going back to the graveyard and having to find the tape recorder and when we did listen to the recording one part had these strange noises simular to the regular recording you have in the website
(NAME) Jessica
(EMAIL) lonegungirl@xfilesfan.com
(Location) Modesto, CA
(STORYNAME) Cigarette Smoke
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This is a weird story for me to tell, because it doesn't involve actually *seeing* a ghost, but rather smelling one. With that background info... My grandmother had been dead for about a year. She and my late grandfather had been heavy cigarette smokers, and that was the reason Grandma died. Grandpa only died in his sleep. One night, I was asleep in my bed, and I was awakened by the smell of extremely heavy cigarette smoke. I got up and walked up and down the hallway, then asked my mother if she "smelled that." She gave me an odd look and said no. I asked her if there were any windows open in the house. Her answer was no, then she asked me why I wanted to know. I explained about the cigarette smoke, and she said, "Maybe Grandma Pat is watching over us." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
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