and then walked in again. The figure looked up at him and then all of a sudden dissapered. That was the peak of the
ice berg.In my basement we have three rooms and a family room. One of the rooms is my mom& dads room , the other one is the laundry room, and the last room is the work area. It has my dads tools and camping things
in it. Thats where the ghosts are. My whole basement is always cold, so no different room temperature. Some times when i go to bed i lay there and here knocking sound in the work area. My room is over it upstairs. Then i hear whispering, but no body is down there cuz my mom and dad both work mid nights. The whispering consists of two people. The story behind it goes this land used to be farm land. When my grandpa was alive he dug a whole in
my back yard to put in a tetherball. where he dug was maybe about 5 ft down. He found some type of box..maybe a cofin. When i was a kid...i overheard my aunt saying that she would never stay the night here if she got drunk , from the weird things that happen. My mom has recently told me when she was a kid it would watch her sleep. My aunt told me it was a man that watches them sleep. My grandma was standing in the hallway up stairs and it just got hazy where she was standing, but of course i was little. The one time i ever encountered it was when i was watching the movie scream in 1998, and i was also painting my nails..then a door slammed open . I know it sounds fake, but the door
that it opened was on a hill and doesnt open very easily, so it couldnt of been the wind. Plus the windows werent open, and a freezing cold breeze came right after it. That is my ghost story i have way more encounters from my aunt, but that would take pages and lotz of time that i dont have ...
(NAME) Anonymous
(Location) Toronto,Ontario,Canada.
(STORYNAME) Pokahontis
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To this day I really can't say, "I saw a ghost". When I relay the
following story to others, I generally let them draw their own
conclusions. So I leave the question to you the reader. What do you thisk I saw? The story takes place about 11 years ago, in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada. I was in my early twenties, single and living alone. My small apartment was located on the third floor of a low rise building. Being an older building, the design was that of a motel. all the doorways for each suite were accessable by an outdoor stairwell and walkway. No hallways, lobby or elevator. The building was in the shape of a " U ". There were approximately six suites on the bottom of the "
U " and one at the top of the " U " on either side. My apartment was the last unit at the end of the bottom part of this " U " shape next to the stairwell. I had one neighbor directly to the left of me and another sort of to the right and in front of my own suite. I had only lived in this apartment for a short time, and so was not friendly or even aware of who my neighbors were. I was working as a waitress at the time. My shift was a split shift, 4:00 pm to 11:00 pm one hour break then midnight to 4:00 !
am on Friday and Saturday night then just 4:00 to 11:00 on the
weekdays. This event took place on a sunday night. It had been a very busy couple of days at the restaurant and by eleven o'clock on Sunday night all I could think about was sleep. I arrived home at around 12:15 am and went straight to bed. At exactly 2:20 am I sat straight up in my bed. The room was dark, unusually dark. I looked away from the red lights of the alarm clock and turned directly to the opposite far corner of the room. Standing in the corner of my bedroom about three feet from the bottom end of my bed was an indian woman. She wore her hair long and hanging loose around her shoulders. She was wearing something long and white, at the time I thought it was a nightgown. The image of her was very bright, it appeared to almost glow, and she had her arms stretched out in front of her, hands open, palms up, as if
pleading with me. I did not recognise this woman, and am very sure to this day that I had never seen this woman before that moment. I wasn't afraid, however I did have a tremendous feeling of helplessness. I glanced away to look again at
the clock, and when I looked back she was gone. The next thing I
remember is waking up to the sound of heavy footsteps and loud talking coming from the walkway outside my apartment door. I got up from bed. Took a quick shower and was just finishing up dressing when there was aknock at my apartment door. I opened the door to two uniformed police officers. They proceeded to inquier as to my neighbor living to the right and in front of me. I told them I could not help them, as I was not familiar with any of my neighbors. The two officers asked if I had heard anything unusual betweent the hours of 1:00 am and 3:00 am. I said I had not, and added that if they could tell me what this was about I may be able to help. One of the officers then informed me that
the murdered body of my neighbor to the right and in front of my
apartment had been found in the carport behind our building. Her body had been wrapped in a white sheet and stuffed between a couple of dicarded matresses. The next day my neighbors photo and the story regarding the circumstances surrounding her death were run in the Times Colonist newspaper. My neighbor was a young indian woman with long dark hair, in the picture her hair was loose and hanging about her shoulders. My neighbor who's
time of death had been set at around 2:00 am was the woman I saw in my bedroom.
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(NAME) anonymous
(EMAIL) anonymous
(Location) Howe, INDIANA
(STORYNAME) DEAD MAN'S LAKE
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IN JUNE 1998 I ARRIVED AT HOWE MILATARY CAMP. I WAS TOLD THAT IN THE 1860'S THAT 10 TO 20 MEN WERE BOATING ON THE LAKE WHEN A HUGE STORM HIT THE BOAT KILLING ALL BUT ONE MAN. HE CLAIMED THAT HE WAS THE CAPTAINS FIRST MATE. HERe'S THE PART OF THE STORY THAT I SAW A BUNCH OF MEN ON AN OLD SHIP. THAT NIGHT THERE WAS A TERRIBLE STORM. AND THE ENTIRE CAMP HAD TO GET TO THE STORM SHELTER. IT WAS MY JOB TO BE PLATOON LEARDER FOR MY CABIN.
WHEN WE GOT TO THE SHELTER ONE OF THE KIDS WERE MISSING. I HAD TO RUN BACK TO THE CABIN.A BOY WAS IN THE BATHROOM NOT KNOWING WHAT WAS GOING ON. THE BOY WAS MUCH FASTER THAN ME SO WHEN WE STARTED RUNNING BACK HE WAS WELL AHEAD OF ME. LIGHTNING HIT ABOUT 100 YARDS AWAY FROM ME IN THE DIRECTION OF THE LAKE. I LOVE STORMS SO I STOPPED AND LOOKED WHERE IT HAD HIT.AS I LOOKED I SAW AN OLD SHIP THAT LOOKED LIKE IT WAS GOING DOWN. I RAN TO TELL THE ONE OF THE LEADERS OF THE CAMP. BUT WHEN I LOOKED AGAIN IT WAS GONE.THE NEXT DAY I WENT DOWN TO THE LAKE AND THERE APPEARED TO BE NO WREACKAGE. I WENT TO DIVINGBOARD (WHICH WAS ON LAND)
AND DOVE IN. ON THE WAY BACK TO LADDER I FOUND AN OLD BEAT UP
BANDANA.THE BANDANA WAS GRAYISH COLOR AND THE FRONT PART OF IT WAS STREAMED BLOOD.
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(NAME) sabreena juanillo
(EMAIL) anonymous
(Location) malaysia
(STORYNAME) fleeing ghost
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We had moved into our new house sometime in July of 1998. One
night, around 8.30pm, my three sons and daughter were playing in the
master bedroom upstairs. Suddenly, my second son Daniel, rushed
downstairs frightened out of his wits. He said he saw a white
apparation floating above the floor emerging from the bathroom, dashing
across the room and disappearing through the wall.
I too have been sensing some kind of presence upstairs in two of the
rooms upstairs but was only able to see a transparent hankerchief
flying through the air and out the window. It had little stars in it
and they were glittering. It was a pretty sight so I was not that
scared. That happened during the night when I was about to retire for
the night. From that day onward, none of my children dared to go
upstairs at night without a companion.
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(NAME) anonymous
(EMAIL) anonymous
(Location) Williamson New York
(STORYNAME) The Williamson Woods Ghost
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Hi. This happened in late September of 1990, in a small town in
Williamson New York. I was in high school back then and my boyfriend
told me that some of his friends were going up to a local party spot on
the edge of the woods, called "The Rock Pile". My family is kind of
conservitive and thought it might be fun to see how some of the other
kids had fun. I begged my boyfriend to take me with him. He took
time to convince, but friday night off we went. We stopped at the
Villiage Mart in the next town over and gave the guy that was buying
beer some money. I don't drink but I figured it was kind of like a
cover price or initiation to make sure you were cool. After the beer
was safely
in the back of his car, we headed off to "The Rock pile". This is where
lots of people go to party on the weekends. It is just what it sounds
like, a pile of rocks cleared out of a farmers field and stacked on the
edge of some woods. You have to drive through orchards to reach it,
but it is on top of a hill so you can see anyone thats approtching.
Seemed to me that we were there too early. I was bearly dark at all
when we built a fire and started to talk and have fun. In no time there
was a group of at least a dozen kids up there. It was fun.
That is it was fun until strange things started to happen. The fire
that we were depending on for warmth had been burning really great
and at one point some of the guys were even worried that it was getting
too big and would draw attention. Suddenly, this huge fire
just snuffed its self out. It just stopped burning, as if a bucket of
water had been thrown on it. It went out like a light switch and
refused to
be relite. Some of the guys were smoking and even their cigarettes
wouldn't lite. Without lights and smokes we were bummed out.
For about thirty minutes we tried to light the fire and the smokes but
nothing. I was still nursing my diet Dr pepper from the store
when we heard someone driving up the dirt road that lead up to where we
were all partying. Our car was still at the Villiage mart in
the next town so we were depending on the beer guy for a ride out of
the orchards as everyone jumped into their cars and began to
drive them around the corner of the trees to hide them. My boyfriend
and I just walked a few yards into the woods with some others
to hide and wait it out. I started to get alittle nervous because I
thought if the car driving up was a cop, our ride would leave us
behind.
There were five of us crouched down waiting to see who pulled up in the
car. We seemed to wait forever! Just when we started to get
really cold and uncomfortible we heard someone walking in the woods. We
had no light and couldn't see who it was at all. My boyfriend
thought that it must be the rest of our friends trying to scare us. He
called out to them and yelled how uncool it was to freak us out. After
all
if it was the cops driving up they would undoubtedly hear them making
such a ruckous in the woods. It was then that we saw a big black
guy walking tward us. He looked totally nuts! His eyes were hard to see
in the dark but he was coming right at us. He walked past us, about
ten feet to our left. He kept walking until he was in the clearing. He
walked across the rock pile where we had been partying. It was then
that we could see that he was almost transparent from his hips down.
His arms were at his sides as he walked but they also disappeared
before his forearms. He was only in the clearing for a couple of
seconds before he just disappeared into thin air. As it turns out, the
guys
that were in their cars saw him too as he entered the clearing and
vanished. We all left right after that. The car we had heard never did
drive up the path. It is interesting to note that everyone was now able
to lite the cigarettes that moments ago would not lite. It is the
scariest thing that ever happened to me. None of us knew who it was,
but we all knew it was a ghost.
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(NAME) April
(EMAIL) alowe@bbn.com
(Location) Maynard MA
(STORYNAME) I know they walk among us...
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Hi. My name is April, and I want to thank you for letting me share my
story. I can't say that I have had ONE particular run in with a ghost,
but I have had many different experiences leading up to now. Ever
since I was a little girl I would feel them. The undead, the unliving.
I don't know what to call them. I'll go back as far as I can.
My Uncle had to spend the night at our house one night. The next
morning when he woke up he told my grandmother that our house was
haunted. She said that that was bullshit and there were no such things
as ghosts. He told her that he woke up in the middle of the night to
see an old woman standing by his bedside. I was probably about 2 at
this time. All my life I have lived in that house with my mom, dad,
grandmother, grandfather, great-grandfather, and great-grandmother, and
uncle. As time passed, my uncle moved out, my great-grandfather died
and my great-grandmother got alzhiemers and moved into a nursing home.
When my great grandfather died I had my first run in with the dead. It
was the night that we burried him. I was about 10 years old. As soon
as I shut off my bedroom light he was sitting in my rocking chair
staring at me and rocking back and forth. My blood ran cold. I
stared, he rocked. This went on for about a 1/2 hour and I shut my
eyes and opened them ba!
ck up. He was gone but the chair still rocked from the being that had
just been in it. From time to time there would be some strange
occurances in the house. Lights turning on in the middle of the night,
doors opening by themselves. Ever since I was able to walk I hated
going up stairs in that house. I don't know how to describe it but it
was almost like I could feel them wooshing up behind me, but at the
same time I could see, from their perspective, them wooshing up to me.
I was two people at once. About 7 years ago I moved down into the
basement to live i had a tv couches, and a bedroom, i loved it till the
first night that I slept there. I shut all the doors ad the next
morning when I woke up the closet door was opened, the bathroom door
was opened and the light was on, the door going into the storage part
of the cellar was opened and the TV was on. I freaked and a week later
moved into the main part of the house. I have always been able to get
strange vibes from!
places I go. It is almost like I can tell what happened there.
About 3 year ago my Grandfather passed away and more
strange things began to occur. Toilets flushing all by them selves,
footsteps, the sound of people going up and downstairs. Now it was
just me, mom, dad, and my Nana (my mom's mom). I talked with my nana
and she said that my grandfather Spoke to her once, and appeared in
physical form to her once. She said that he often "comes into her" and
it is always when something is going to happen. About a year after he
passed away I woke up one morning to find a spot of blood on my bedroom
carpet, it was fresh, wet, blood. None of us had an explaination, so
we all kept quiet about it. Every psychic I have been to has told me
that I have the ability to connect to the dead, but I don't because I
am frightened. They are right. I don't want to be the chosen one. I
don't want to be frightened. If anyone reading this has some similar
experience PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE share them with me. alowe@bbn.com, or
april@nepc.net.
Thanks for reading my story.
~I see dead people. They are all around us.~
April +
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(NAME) mark
(EMAIL) markdog14@yahoo.com
(Location) wisconsin
(STORYNAME) bed ghost
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one night my parents went on a 2 day vacation so i had the homw to
myself.
it was about 2 oclock at night when i decided to get some sleep. i feel
asleep for
about an hour when i was awakend by the sound of the door opening. the
lights were off
so i didn't bother to look. then i heard the floor boards creaking and
something
was coming towards me, there was a sudden chill in the room. just then
i felt the bed move
down. whatever it was was in my bed. i was to scared to look so i
pretended i was asleep
then i decided to reach my arm out and feel whatever it was. it felt
like it was
as cold as dry ice, and very prickly like a brush. so i just stayed
under the covers
until morning and did not move a inch. when my parents came home there
was no sign of it.
i know that it was not a dream because i sweat the entire night.
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(NAME) JACKIE
(EMAIL) ANONYMOUS
(Location) DAYTON, OHIO
(STORYNAME) FIRST TIME ENCOUNTER
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Well this story is so bizarre that I never thought I would be telling
it to the general public. I swear that everything I'm about to tell you
is true. I moved to Ohio right after my 16 B-day. I kinda aquired a new
family when we moved, my stepfather had 6 kids in a previous marriage.
When my step-sibblings mother passed away, his two sons came to live
with us. The older one mike is only about a year younger than me, Nate
the other one is 4 years younger. Both Mike and Nate had a very, very
religious past. On this side of the family we were not religious at
all, but very respected people. I think that that little bit of history
is a vital part in trying to understand what I'm about to tell you.
One summer evening not long after we moved in to our house, me and
mike were in the kitchen fixing something to eat. It was about 3:00am,
and we were sitting at the kitchen table talking. (we were not talking
about ghost or anything in that mind frame,I had never had any kind of
a spook experience.)
All the sudden in the middle of us talking, I saw a figure pop up
behind mike in the window and he saw something pop out the hallway
right behind me. I was terrified by what I saw I wish to God I could
describe it for you but I can't there are not words to say what I saw.
I moved my chair next to mike and he started saying some prayer, while
he was saying this prayer I was staring out the front window when I saw
the same thing I had just seen. Mike told me that he looked at me and
just as fast as you could snap your fingers, he said I was crying and
when he looked up to see what I was looking at whatever was there was
gone he looked back at me and I wasnt crying anymore infact he said you
couldnt even tell that I was ever crying. I felt a wierd feeling or
presense around us and I couldnt stand to be in that house right then.
So me and Mike ran out of the house and the instant we got out to the
street I felt like this huge weight was lifted off my shoulders when I
looked back a!
t the house it looked evil. We walked about a half mile up the road
talking about what just happened when Mike was like what about Nate, we
suddenly felt like he was in trouble or something was about to happen
to him. Nate was asleep back at the house as were our parents. So we
opted to go back to the house, I was so scared. Mike was in the lead
when we went back in, we walked down the hall to their bedroom (mike
and nate shared a room) he opened the door and we saw a black mass
hovering around Nates bed. The mass flew at Mike (who was right in
front of me ) and Mike ducked and right when it was about to hit me in
the face it disappeared. We woke Nate up at first he wouldnt get out of
bed until he saw me crying and since I normally dont cry he said he
knew something was wrong and he got out of bed and we all went walking
all around till daylight barefooted. We went back to the house that
morning and slept in the same room. Our parents were home the whole
time with no knowledge!
of what had happened, they don't believe in ghost. That was the only
thing that happened at that house. We moved into a different house
across town. Mike did not move with us, this time it was only Nate me
and the parents. We never had anything as terrifying happen to us in
the new house only little things. One day we walked into Nates room to
get somethig and I noticed his closet door was open and I told him he
should close it because his closet was messy, so he closed it. When we
walked out of his room we noticed that the two hall closet doors were
also opened, we had not had any encounters in like a year so we did not
immediatly think anything was wrong. The closet doors in our house were
on tracks and kinda hard to open and we always kept them shut. But I
said look these doors are open and we shut them, we walked into the
guest bedroom and the closet door was open. We were the only ones in
the house so we knew someone else could not have opened the doors. We
then walked u!
pstairs to find all of the closet doors open up stairs so we closed
them and went back down stairs only to find all of the closet doors
were open again. We had several experiences like these. Nate moved away
for a couple of years and nothing else happened until he came back.
That very night he came back I hadnt seen him since he left and I only
got to talk to him a couple of times so you can only imagine the last
thing we were to talk about would be of ghost or the sorts. He was in
his room unpacking and I was sitting on the bed tossing a ball up and
down, and he was like stop pulling my leg hairs and I said how can I be
when I was across the room from him. So he turned and sat down in the
chair indian style and we watched as something went up and down his
legs leaving ripples behind. Nate went to call his Bishop who is in
another state at midnight. The next morning he had to explain to his
dad why he made a long distance phone call in the middle of the night
and his dad was l!
ike there is no such things as ghost, but went on to say that there
were some nights that he said we were making to much noise in the
kitchen and came down stairs to tell us to be quite only to find
everyone asleep in the bed and has no logical explanation for this, but
still to this day refuses to believe us. We had several things happen
while living there. We have been chased by something unseen, my friends
from out of state would come and stay and have a few storys to tell by
morning and I have a couple of friends that wouldnt come in the house
after dark. One thing I think I need to say is just about everything
that happened did so when my parents were not at home, my parents were
gone on little vacations and such all the time. When we moved out of
that house into our new one nothing new has happened I do believe its
all behind us and as unbelievable as this story is I have many
witnesses to these happenings and remember before that first night ever
happened I wasnt a BELIvEVER.
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(NAME) Lindsey
(EMAIL) cybergirl13@hotmail.com
(Location) Urbana
(STORYNAME) House Encounters
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Ok, I lived in a low-income housing neighborhood from the time I
was born 'till I was about 6. It didn't disturb me much, because I
don't think I really realized what had happened untill I was about 12
or 13. But every night ,as most kids do, I would sneak into my parents
room and sleep with them. I would lay on the veryy side of the bed and
watch these ghostly skeleton figuires float towards me. And just when they got to me they would disapear. It was almost as if they were coming out of the wall. Then ,I'll never forget, one night I was getting out of bed, just as I got my first foot on the floor I heard a voice from behind that said "Don't even THINK about it". It scared the hell outa me. Almost in reverse, I got in bed. Then for the rest of the night I could fell it stroking my hair. I tried to peek behind me, but I saw nothing. I'm not sure when the ghost thing ended, but I never heard anything like that again. I'm almost 15 now, and am sure as hell lucky(I think) that I don't live there any more. I just don't understand why it never
bothered me as a small child. It didn't disturb me at all. As a child I always thought ghost wore sheets. I guesse they don't, Huh? It's true too!
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(NAME) Brad
(EMAIL) wwatkins@gateway.net
(Location) Alabama
(STORYNAME) The Headless Garbage Man
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When I was about six years old my family and I moved out of our small
house and began building , from scratch , a much larger one. During the
time we were building we rented an apartment located off the highway in
a farily busy part of the city of Hoover , not far from Birmingham.
While living there I made some friends from other apartments across
from me. Not really good friends just people to hang around with until
we could move. During the course of being with these friends and
knowing how little kids are when they're just sitting around telling
each other stories , someone brought up the legend of the headless man
that parades around the apartment at night. I laughed along with them
and pretended that I knew it wasn't true. But in the back of my head my
goal was to be in by dark every night. About a week later is when I
started hearing sound outside my apartment door. Our door was at the
bottom of the building and there were stairs that ran all the way down
to our door. Th!
ere was a window right next to the front door and this was where I got
up to look. Outside that window I coudn't see anything. But the sound
persisted. So I went to the other window and looked out. To this day I
can't be sure what I saw. But what it looked like was a man hunched
over the garbage cans scrounging around for something. In his left hand
he held what looked to be an axe.
That was my first encounter. My second was much more frightening.
I was coming back with my family one night from being out and it was
already dark. The stairs we went down to get to our place eventually
ended up against a wall because our apartment was below a great hill.
So it was almost pitch black when you got to the bottom of the stairs.
And there wasn't any kind of street light to see. We simply had to find
the keyhole and get inside.
So my family goes inside and I'm playing with my brother and he goes
inside. I'm still outside and see something on the ground. It was one
of my toys. So I reached down to get it and saw from the corner of my
eyes a man , hunched over the garbage cans right next to our apartment
, with the same object in his hands. When he heard me he turned around
and I swear to you from the bottom of my heart that he had no head.
There wasn't any bloody stump or anything. The coat he was wearing
covered everything. But he was certainly headless. I ran inside and
never came out again at night. Never. Not even to play with my friends
under adult supervision. Because I didn't want to get caught in that
position ever again.
It's twelve years later and I still think about it to this day. At
night I could still hear someone rummaging through the garbage outside.
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NAME) Natalie
(EMAIL) butterfly_kisses_007_2000@yahoo.com
(Location) Atlanta Georgia
(STORYNAME) The Stalker
(Story)
Ever since I could remember, there has been somebody that
wouldn't go away. I believe that I have had a ghost with me over the
years. Strange things always have happened in whatever house I live
in. Let me tell you about some of the strange events. The one
incident that I remember most happened when I was five. I had come
home from a baseball game and my mom sent me upstairs to get ready for
bed. So I started to climb the stairs and about halfway up I felt this
strange urge to look at the top of the stairs. When I did I saw a
bright colorful light about the size of a child. I didn't know what
this was so I went screaming to my mom. When I went to show her it was
gone. In that very same house was something really odd. One day I was
sitting in my room and I heard giggling. I looked in the hallway to
find a little girl. I remember clear as a bell that she had jet black
hair and green eyes like I have never seen before. As soon as I looked
at her she giggled!
, ran off, and vanished. One day when I was coming home from school I
went upstairs and saw the little girl peeping around the corner at but
this time she had a little boy with her and I knew it was her brother.
I don't know how but I knew. What is strange to me is that the house
was only about seven years old. Well we ended up moving and when we
did I never saw those vanishing children again. In the house I live
in now strange things have happened. When I am alone in my room I can
hear someone walking on the roof. It has been like that ever since we
built the house. When I told my mom she just said it was probably the
branches of a tree hitting the roof. But there are no trees close or
tall enough to reach the roof. Another strange event is whenever I
walk out of my closet I can hear someone still in there. At night when
I go to bed I'll get in bed and feel a warm spot like someone was
sitting there. It is very creepy and I have a feeling this ghost won't
be leaving anytime soon.
(NAME) Des
(EMAIL) NiTePiXii@aol.com
(Location) California
(STORYNAME) Unknown
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K well ive lived in this house forever and have never expierienced
anything out of the ordinary but one nite about umm mabey a year ago
at the most i was sleeping in my bedroom with everything closed all of
a sudden a felt a flow of cold air and i heard 3 gun shos very unusual
i thought i closed the windows and who is shooting gun shots the gun
shot sound played over and over in my head i opened my eyes and tryed
to get up but someone was in fact holding me down i struggled for
several minutes and i couldnt get up then finally i got up and jumped
out of bed i didnt have any clue what was going on i was so scared..and
thats the end pretty creepy....and just recently i was sleeping in my
bedroom again and when i woke up i had scratch marks all over my tummy
that couldnt be explained i saw them clearly in the mirror when i tryed
to tell my mom she said there wasnt anything and i know i wasnt seeing
anything theres alot of weird things like just noises the feeling that
someones a!
lways there i cant wait to move out of this house ...
sincerely,
des
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(NAME) krystal mangus
(EMAIL) kryst@cheerful.com
(Location) oakridge tennessee
(STORYNAME) my father after death
(Story)
on june 3 1997 my father died.1 year later i saw him.it was an
outline of him.kind of shadowy and grey.well my son who is 4 now would
always talk about him and tell me he was playing him in his room.well i
was in my mom's house and smelled sandlewood and i felt my dad.well i
was thinking he was just lonely because my mom is living with her new
boyfriend.so i took my dads ashes to my house(next door)as i was
leaving my moms house her front porch light blew out as soon as i went
out her house.and i felt his presence all last night.i can't explaine
all of this you just have to feel it and see it.i think my dad is mad i
just don't know why.
(NAME) Anonymous
(EMAIL) Anonymous
(Location) Undisclosed
(STORYNAME) I'm doing this for a friend of mine.
(Story)
I'm doing this for a friend of mine. She once went to a house
that a witch lived in. It is located in Jamacia. The tour guide
warned everyone not to touch anything because every time someone
touched something they die or mysteriously disapper. Her little
brother was standing at the top of the stairs then he started
screaming. He was toppling over the side of the banister! Then his
mother rushed over and caught him just before he hit the ground. The
tour was over(thankfully) but they vowed never to set foot inside that
house again. What makes this story all the more stranger is that the
boy said that it felt like he had been pushed over the side, and
everyone but him was on the 1st floor.
(NAME) brad b.
(EMAIL) saint_vicious_kmk@yahoo.com
(Location) carlsbad,New Mexico
(STORYNAME) the headless haunting
(Story)
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Well i live in carlsbad and my friends are always looking for stuff to
do, one night we decided to go camping in a secluded canyon
we set up camp during day and after that we had some daylight left to
waste and there was a little gorge. We had not walked far
when we saw writing on some boulders leadling to a cave. None of the
four of us had had enough balls to go inside, on the boulders ther
were stickfigures without heads when we went back to camp that night we
started hearing noises all around our camp we also like most
camps had a camp fire and my friends pant leg cought on fire so we had
to take him home in my friends jeep.When we returned we
called our friends dad with a cel phone to come pick us up he came and
we picked up everything and headed back home.I rode wtih my
friends dad and the other two of my friends had gone in a truck, on the
way back his dad tolk me of a story the hispanic community around
that area about a woman who killed her two children and was killed by
decapitation and she wanders around the area looking for her children.
A few months later my friends told us that they were at a bmx bike
track when they where chased out by a man without a head.Another
night a friend and i had nothing to do so we took a walk bout 1 00 in
the morning stupid huh it was very dark and we were trying to scare
eachother we walked off a path into a vacant desolate lot there where
only two of us and when we got halfway we say a figure getting closer
to us
and when it was close enough to make out it was headless!man we bolted
out of there and thats it true story.
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(NAME) Ice angel
(EMAIL) anonymous
(Location) undisclosed
(STORYNAME) Light in the Graveyard
(Story)
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On Friday, August 13 (coincidence) at about 10:50, PM, we were riding
our bikes up and down the street, next to the grave yard, where I live
across from.
We looked over the stone wall to see if there was any kids practicing
withcraft.
We suddenly we saw a long bright pink+ purple neon light shining on the
sides
of three different graves. We looked to the right of the long light
and saw another light about the size of my fist that was changing
colors
- Black, Pink, Purple, Red, and orange. We will probably never know
what happened that night.
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