(NAME) Meela
(EMAIL) go_girls86@yahoo.com
(STORYNAME) A friend
(Story)
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I had this friend who was not very nice to me. we were more like enemies.i wished her bad luck and for her life to be miserable. when suddenly she had just dissapeared. it was as if she was dead, and she was. Since then i kept smelling her perfume every where i go and books moved from their places .weird smells started to come and go. I saw her in the train station and in our compound of apartments. every now and then i can feel something touching my body or pinching . i was pretty sure that they were not insects.. i always felt like some one was tapping on my shoulders.. but there was no one...
(NAME) steve
(EMAIL) dale_pale@hotmail.com
(Location) temperance, Michigan
(STORYNAME) the old ladie
As it got dark one night I was getting ready for bed, then all of a sudden from my upstairs window I see someone walking in my back yard. As I get up from my bed I lurk down stairs and out the door and then I went outside. As I look outside I see someone far away staring at me from a distance in the field. So I start to get scared and I turn around. Suspicious I look back and it was gone. So I went inside and as I started back upsatairs I hear my back door shut, which scared me. I slowly go back to see what had closed it but as I turn the corner of were the door was, I saw the door it was open and standing right in front of the door was an old ladie with stragly hair and a very old complection and all she would do is stare, so I asked her who is she. She said nothing and just stood there staring. I was so scared that she sat there and stared I ran back up stares. As I run up stairs I look down the hallway and standing right there was the old ladie right at the end of the hallway. I was so freaked out I fell down the stairs and I was seriously hurt, but then I looked up and I saw a a shadow figure on the wall coming towards the stairs and then I lost it and I went unconscious. The next morning when I awoke my friend called and said hey guess what happened and I said what. And he said some ladie had a heart attack and died last night walking to her house down the road, her car broke down right in front of your house.
(NAME) Karen Jourdan
(EMAIL) kjourdan@netwurx.net
(story) THE Pasta Claw
Here's the story about the pasta claw. Enjoy!
For weeks, I've been trying for a dream job with Citizen Press. They print our local newspaper and magazines, etc.
Finally, two weeks ago, they called me for my first set of interviews(there are three sets all together). Any way, I was elated.
That evening, my fiancee made dinner. (Rigatoni and meat sauce). He left it in a large kettle and everyone could just help themselves, since my son shows up at odd hours.
While we were talking, the claw flipped out of the kettle and landed on the floor. We just figured that someone had not put it back in the kettle all the way.
I was sitting at the kitchen table, just a few feet away, so I picked up the claw, washed it off and put it back in the kettle.
A little while later, it flipped out again, this time splashing sauce on my daughter's leg.
She picked it up and looked at it, then handed it to me. I washed it off again and again put it back in the kettle.
A few minutes later, it flipped out again, this time landing in the dining room!
I should mention that by the second time it flipped out of the kettle, the kettle was almost empty.
I thought about it for a few minutes, then said "Thanks, Aunt Bea, for seeing to it that I got the interview", washed off the claw, put it back in the kettle...it stayed put for the rest of dinner time.
I don't know alot about the history of this house. I DO know that the landlords mother died here and shortly before the landlords grandmother died, she complained to the neighbor, Armin, that kids were running up and down the stairs all day and all night.
She even called the police, and when the cops arrived, they and Armin searched the place from top to bottom. That's when they called a daughter. She came and got her mother...the mom died a couple of days later.
My mom said there is something here...she could feel it, and she ought to know...she's been detecting things like that since she was little.
As the matter of fact, she saw her four dead brothers the night before my Aunt died.
Mom was at the nursing home, with my aunt. Slowly, she had a feeling of comfort and when she looked toward the bed, she could see a sort of missed next to it. She thought, "Oh, it's my brothers", and then could see them. She said three of the brothers were wearing dark suits, but the fourth one, my Uncle Jimmy, had died when he was five, after being hit by a car. Mom said Uncle Jimmy's suit was white and there was a shimmer around him.
She said that the four stood and looked down at my Aunt, then turned to look at her, then disappeared.
I could go on and on about stuff that's happened to my family, but I don't want to bore you.
Jamie,
Feel free to use the Pasta Claw story. I have another one that happened to my late husband.
While he was in the Army, stationed in Texas, he and a few friends decided to visit the sarge and his wife. They had an apartment just off base.
Anyway, the guys had a few beers, then one of them suggested they play with a ouija board that the sarge's wife had.
They were asking it all kinds of questions and not really getting any kind of response. Then one of them asked it if anyone in the group was going to die young.
At first the planchet didn't move, then it went a little wild, and finally answered yes. Then it moved to these numbers:85 1 25 31. After that, it sort of flew into the air and landed on my husband's lap.
Well, it kind of freaked everyone out, and Kelly called me that night to tell me what had happened.(We weren't married yet.)
Anyway, to make a long story short, Kelly died on January 25, 1985. He was just 31 years old.
How do you like that one?
(NAME) anonynous
(EMAIL) anonymous
(Location) undisclosed
(STORYNAME) What was it?
(Story) My family and I have been living in this house for about four years now. We have had some strange things happen from the time we moved in. I remember the forst day I spent in this house was right before we had everything moved, and I had to wait for the guys to bring the refrigerator. I didn't like the idea of being by myself in this big empty house but I did it. From that day I have always felt there was something not right about it. We have heard footsteps on the stairs, noises in the basement, and once we even heard the doors slamming upstairs but upon investigating it we found they were open. While my brother was still small he would talk to himself and when I would ask him who he was talking to he woud say his ghost friends. The most recent occurances have to be some of the most chilling, for me anyway. One evening my step-father and I were here alone,my mother was out of town and my brother was at a friends. I was getting ready for bed and he was watching television in the basement. As I was getting comfortable I heard voices, two men's voices plain as day down in the living room. I couldn't make out what they had said but I did hear them speaking. I wrote it off as my imagination and lay back down. But my step-father had heard them too. We checked the house out thoroughly and found nothing. Just a few days ago, I was standing in the kitchen making my brother something to eat. It was about 4:30 in the afternoon, so it was still daylight outside. There is a small doorway between the kitchen and living room, making it easy to see into the next room. I turned to the left to throw something away and saw something move acroos the door. It appeared to be a child, it was the size of a child. I assumed it was my brother, getting ready to scare me. I called out, " What are you doing?" Usually he will answer me at that point. I got no answer this time. I searched the rooms and found nothing. My cat had been seated there in the hallway and was staring intently in the direction in which I had seen it. It occured to me that I had not heard any steps. Our house is old, dating back to 1908, it creeks something awful, especially the stairs. I called for my brother and he came down. I asked him if he had been down and he swore to me that he hadn't. I can tell when this boy is lying, he was very serious.
(NAME) ****twist***
(EMAIL) harigai@netvigator.com
(Location) hong kong
(STORYNAME) a ghost was in me!!
Dear Mr ghost
i admire your ghost page very much....i havent seen any ghosts but my mothers friend can, it started one night when i felt really dizzy and started being really grouchy.....that night i couldnt sleep i kept waking up,the next morning my mum asked me what i was doing all night in the living room i didnt know what she was talking about ,sure i woke up but i never went to the living room this went on for a few weeks and she told me all these things i did at night like i was on the top bunk and i start pointing at somthing of course my mum was scared but then she got used to it and everytime i woke up she would shout "GO TO BED" and i would fall slowly on to my bed,but my mum couldnt stand it when she saw me once standing near the window as if i was going to jump off!!!! not just that my brother started waking up in the middle of the night, i saw it toobecause i was waken by the noise, he was playing with his toys and when my mum told him to sleep he didnt even feel scared as he didn know we saw him......but one day me and family except dad went to my mums friends house me and my little bro. sat on theyre couch she looked at me and my bro. strangly and told me to sit on a chair and did this wierd ritrual she told me to close my eyes and not to open it until its done she got some of those chinese sticks which you light and started righting some thing with smoke and she started making wierd sounds sort of like burping and instantly i felt something slowly come out ...of course i was curios and peeked and i saw somehting white and i was totally amazed when it was down i felt really tired but relaxed and i felt no more dizziness she did the same with my brother i asked my mum what she did to me and she replied "there was ghost in you so she drove it away" well it sure worked that night i slept and hadnt woke up at night....... well thats about it and this is totally true!!! ask my mum,dad, her friends! my brothers friends mother started vomiting,headaches, feeling cold for 3 years and her docter says there is nothing wrong with her and as soon as she goes to my friends house she starts to vomit when it was done after she vomited she didnt feel sick anymore i know it sounds quite dramatic but its true it happened to my dad as well!!!
(NAME) Icy Rain
(EMAIL) icyrain@mycool.com
(STORYNAME) Ghost on the porch
I had worked in a hospital for a year, working with chronically ill and wandering seniors. There was one woman I'll call Matilda, who I got along with very well. She was at the beginning stages of Altzheimers Disease, which was sad, but we spent some very nice time together. I would play the piano for her, and she would sing along. I was the only person who worked there (I was a student) who gave her fullt attention, and who took her seriously. We had a special bond, and it was nice. As time went on, she grew more and more ill. Eventually, she was bedridden and at that age, and with her multiple illness, there wasn't much hope for recovery. When I finished my work term, she was still unable to get out of bed. I did not return to the hospital after my year was over, not even to visit. I thought of the patients often, but my busy schedule did not allow much free time. One evening, I was sitting up in my room working on some homework, when the door bell rang downstairs. It was about 8 or 9 PM and it was dark outside. I was home alone with yonger siblings, and I wasn't about to open the door until I knew who was out there. I went to the door and looked through the curtains. I saw a little old woman standing on my front porch. She was wearing a grey wool jacket and a plastic rain hat was covering her white curly hair. I was trying to decide if it was my grandmother, but my grandmother was shorter than this woman, and it didn't look like her at all, except for the white hair. I was thinking to myself, "who the heck is this?" This woman looked exactly like Matilda. She was wearing Matilda's jacket, hat, and had the same shape of face and body. I couldn't see the woman's features at all, because she had her head down. I thought "How can this possibly be Matilda, she is locked up in the hospital's wandering unit. She is mentally ill and bedridden. There is no way it's her. Yet I knew in some strange way that it was. During the time I stood there, trying to determine who she was, she turned around and vanished around the side of my house. She even had the same limp that Matilda had. I went back up stairs and put it from my mind. The next evening, I was reading the local paper, and I read on the last page, that Matilda was dead. She had died the night before. She had died the same evening that I saw her standing on my porch. Was she coming to my house to say good-bye before leaving for the next world? I'll never know for sure, or at least not for a very long time, but that experience was proof enough for me, that ghosts can exist. I'm just glad this was a positive experience...
(NAME) Sammy
(Location) Lathrup Village, MI
(STORYNAME) Great Googly Moogly
It was a normal house I thought. Everything was normal. I had no idea anything like this would happen. To me at least. The weather was perfect. No stereo-typical scary story stuff. I was pretty young. It was in the middle of the night. I was woken up by some strange force you could say. Everyone in the house was asleep and it was pitch black inside the house and out. Well i guess you could say it wasn't exactly a normal house cause it was a little on the big side. There was a thin ring of woods around it nothing big just a bunch of trees and bushes about 3 or 4 feet thick. Ok so it was a little bit stereo-typical for ghosts to hang around. Well back to the story, now this is true. Like I said i was woken up, and being the young gal I was , I looked around to see what was up. I was actually in the living room on the couch across from my mom. And in the living room there was a door to the porch that still was an indoor porch but it led to the outside. After that! I wasn't too fond of the porch. I saw that the door was open and a ghostly figure was in the porch room with it's head poking in the livingroom. It told me to follow it or go into the porch like it was death telling me to go to the other side or something. Or it wanted to show me something or tell me something so it could rest in peace. I'll tell you one thing I was way too chicken to find out so I hid under the covers and started counting the sheep on my barnyard compfortor trying to forget about it and go back to sleep. I'm actually surprised that I wasn't more scared than I was. I didn't think anything of it now that I think of it. I just for some reason thought it was my cat. That was a stupid assumption, concidering that the figure was about 5 feet away from me, about 4-5 feet tall, and looked like the guy in the painting called "Scream" but transparent.
(NAME) Emily Hamilton
(EMAIL) exhamil@yahoo.com
(Location) Denver, Colorado
(STORYNAME) My Best Friends Father.....
I was born in March of ' 72, my best friend, Lisa, was born 5 months later. Her father's name was Bill. When we were 10 years old Bill was diagnosed with a fatal liver disease caused from habitual drinking. Lisa was her dad's pride and joy. They hunted, fished, played sports, and he read stories to us when I spent the night. In the summer of ' 80 we watched her father deteriorate. He became so violently ill and avoided the doctors. He did so until the night he proceeded to vomit all over the dinner table. The next afternoon Lisa, me, Yvonne (Lisa's mom), Kristy (Lisa's sister), and Bill all rode in their orange Caddy to take Bill to the hospital per doctor's orders orders. I remember the way he looked when he first layed down on that hospital bed. I think he knew what was instore for him. I held Lisa's hand while she tried to keep herself strong for her daddy. The months passed and we watched him turn yellow, become so thin you could see his pulse going to and fro on his neck, wrists, and the temples of his forehead. He could hardly speak and it was just a matter of time. The last time Lisa saw her father alive, I was there. We were saying goodnight to him and I noticed that Lisa did not touch her father. I asked her as we descended down the hallway why she did not hug or kiss him. She explained: "He looks so sick and I thought I might hurt him". The next day, which happened to be Thanksgiving, he passed away. In my later years I learned that Yvonne was in the room when he died. Bill looked up at the ceiling and pointed "Wait," he said "no, not until I see my girls." Whomever he was speaking to didn't listen and took him to rest. I watched my best friend go through grief. Being 10, it was a very hard thing to accept, understand, and watch. She didn't come out of the house for almost two years saying she was afraid her mother would die too. I could not get her to play at my house anymore. I would always go to her house and play there. The years passed. In 1989, we were staying at her grandmother's house. Her grandma was out of town and we were "House Sitting." I recall the first incident. We were sitting on the couch in the living room talking our teen talk. All of a sudden, the room filled with this odor. We stopped talking and sniffed looking at eachother. It smelled like his hospital room. Like oxygen just like the oxygen he was hooked up to. We took in little gasps. The glass cover on the Grandfather Clock slowly opened and a puff of smoke was blown out from the clock. Paul Mall cigarette smoke. The brand her father smoked. We froze in shock and fear, our mouths gaping open. "Lisa?" I said. "I know!" she replied, "I know that's my dad, can you smell that?" "YES, it smells like..." "SHHH" she hissed. We didn't know how to act. We came to the conclusion that he was not there to hurt us but trying to possibly communicate? We decided not to be frightened. We continued our evening as best we could. I recall catching the worst cold of my life that night. I came home from school early the next day. The next incident again happened at her grandmother's house. Again, "House Sitting." We were sleeping soundly on her grandma's feather mattress. I woke with a jolt. I could smell that hospital smell again!! I could taste it. I could FEEL him kneeling or bending over me. I screamed! Lisa jumped and I was hysterical. "He's here, Lisa, I can taste him!!!" She rubbed my arm and said "Emily, he is not going to hurt you." She then proceeded to sniff and nod at me then fell asleep again. I, of course was so shaken, I got out of bed at 6am on that Saturday. I sat outside on the padio with the dogs until Lisa woke up. She said I was silly for being so afraid I just was. I don't really know why. I know he would not hurt us. For some reason he was just getting a really good look at me and I sensed him. It petrified me and I never have been to that house since. The last incident was in 1990. We had just straightened my hair out of that hideous ' 80's perm and were driving around in her Capri with the tee tops off. The tee tops were OFF mind you. We were having a great time trying to get my hair to dry quicker. Once again, that horrible smell Oxygen. This time we just looked at eachother and Lisa replied "Hi Daddy!" That was the last experience. We have grown apart over the years but I would be curious to know if she has had any other encounters. Thank you for reading my story. It's eerie but very true.
Emily.
(NAME) J Wrona (PUSH)
(EMAIL) JPUSH1@prodigy.net
(Location) Joliet, IL
(STORYNAME) Old Lantern Road
My friend who lives in Manhattan, has been to this place about 4 times before. He finally took me and a couple of our friends. The place we traveled to was Watseca (i think thats how you spell it). We drove for about 45 minutes till we got to it. On the way there, the amount of cars we saw significantly dropped. Nobody was around the location of the sighting. There are no lights on any of the roads around, only those reflectors attached to the roads. Let me describe the road: Tar and chip road, reflectors for the first 300 feet, then none for about 3 miles, trees on one side, high grass or corn on the other(it was a litle bit after midnight, and i wasnt really paying attention). My buddy who was driving turned off his lights while we were going about 45mph...[About the ghost: The story he told me was that a while back (no definite time) an old man went out in a really bad snow storm, and never returned, so his old wife went out after him with lantern in hand, and, well, never returned. So, the story is that if you go down this road(which is completely straight, no bends, no hills) and turn around, flash your lights, and leave them off, you are supposed to see a light in the distance]...then turned them back on. Not five seconds passed before we saw a light ahead. Not knowing our surroundings, and not believing, we guessed it was a light post. As we came closer, the light disappeared, more like faded away, and we still didnt think anything of it. So, we get to our location, turn around, and flash our lights. We turned the lights off, the radio down, and waited. There it was again, that same, motorcycle headlight looking ball of light. We sat in disbelief as the light dimmed to a soft glow to a hyper white look. The girls in the back seat started screaming. I'm not one to be scared of much, but even my eyes started to ball up with water, i had to blink to keep from letting the water roll down my cheeks. I stared as this thing would disappear, then reappear closer. It traveled down the side of the road that i was on, as fear choked me. Then, my friend gunned it, we took off after this light, which never got any closer, and dimmed and dissappeared right when it got to the trees. We passed where we thought we saw it enter, but couldn't see a thing. As we kept driving, we saw it reappear behind us where it went into the forest, fear still had its cold grip on me. I could get over it for the next two hours. The scariest moment I have ever been in. So, with that said, and beleiving its a ghost, we plan on getting a team of guys together with expensive two way radios, one group will stand at the point where we saw the ghost, the other will go with the car to the point of entry to make sure we didn't see a car pass. We will find out the truth behind this. Hopefully, there will be a logical solution to this. Another thing was that there was a red light behind us, when we parked, but it didn't get any closer, from what I saw. Thank you for your time. By, Wednesday, i will hope to have part 2 to you.
J PUSH
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