" The Third Floor'
Hi my name is Sheryl, Im from Cebu City, a part of the Philippines,
the eldest of four siblings. What I want to share to you is about a
chilling tale that had happened to me two years back. It started when my
mom got admitted to a hospital due to her increasing high blood
pressure, I remembered being so worried about my mom`s conditioned and all. So
my siblings and I agreed to take turns upon taking good care of my mom.
And I so happened to be the one to take patrol on the last day.
I remembered that it was the last night of my mom`s stay in the
hospital when I was getting ready for bed. I was situated in the couch
beside my mom`s bed. We were watching HBO around 12:30, or past , when my
mom announced to me that she likes to eat an apple which was at the
small table between the entrance door and the door towards the bathroom. It
was pitch black, except for the television`s reflection on the bed.
Grogilly, I stood up towards the table, yawning, for I was in the hospital
for a couple of hours just taking care of mom and watching t.v... As
I continued walking towards the table, I saw what seemed like a fog at
the corner of my left eye. I just shrugged at the idea that it must be
the cold, but then the smoke kinda became thicker, a bit alarmed, I
continued on walking towards the area to check on it when.....I just froze
to my tracks,
Just in front of me was a glowing figure of a very tall, very thin
man, I can`t help but stare at it, as if hypnotized by it, I even forgot
about my mom. He was made out of white smoke...Breathing heavily, and
feeling as if my heart stopped its beating, I looked up and to my
disbelief and horror, I was staring at his face, it was just like a skull with
two holes that seemed like his eye sockets staring right at me! I felt
trapped in a nightmare, afraid to do anything, even running was not a
good idea. I felt numb and helpless staring at the phantom for what
seemed like the longest few seconds I`ve ever had! Then ,He slowly faded
away, until there was nothing left. At that moment, I just scrambled to
my feet towards my mom...Breathing uneasily due to fright and a bit of
excitement. "Mom", I gasped... My mom just looked at me and ask me
something that surprised me. She asked " Did you see him too?"
We just stared at each other while I did the sign of the cross.. She
told me not to be afraid for maybe iot was her dad (my grandpa) who
came to visit her. And so that night I was too see him again that I
covered myself from head to toe with my blanket. I swear that I was in full
terror that I was even afraid to move or to even breathe! I was afraid
that that ghost would notice my movements and come to get me..
The next day, I breathed the great sigh of relief that the night
was over, so the first thing I did was I appproached the nurses counter
to tell them what I saw that night, when I shared them my close
encounter with the phantom, they simply looked at each and shrugged as if it
was normal for me to experience such, one of them said that they`re not
suprised, because some patients told them that they see ghosts in the
third floor, even they, themselves see them. I felt the hair at the back
of my neck prickle and felt shivers at the back of my spine when I
heared that... Funny that I was unaware of what floor we were for I was too
busy to notice, then I saw the sign above my mom`s room ,Welcome to the
Third Floor.
(NAME) anonymous
(EMAIL) anonymous
(Location) undisclosed
(STORYNAME) across the river
(Story)
there is this house across the river from us. Some say it's
haunted. I know it's haunted. It started with noises during the night but
then the ghosts moved into our house and the neighbores. My friend next
door started seeing heads flying around his room. And once when I slept
over there I went to the toilet and saw an old lady walking up the
stairs. will it ever end?
(NAME) Jenny
(EMAIL) jennyg38@hotmaul.com
(Location) Cardiff
(STORYNAME) seeing a ghost
(Story)
One day when I was about eight I woke up in the middle of the
night. I got out of bed and I went to open the door and there was a
spall person standing in front of me and I could see right through him I
screamed and slammed the door shut. My mum said that i might of been
seeing things but it was so real i know that it was really there.
(NAME) anonymous
(EMAIL) anonymous
(Location) undisclosed
(STORYNAME) the books.
(Story)
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hi
I am going to tell you about the books.
Well one morning while I was getting ready for bed something or I
don't know what it was but It shure was something well my book that i
I read for work well my book came into my room and i tried to get it
but it hit me right accross the face and that was not funny.
Then after that night it always happend....
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(NAME) JustAVictim
(EMAIL) anonymous
(Location) Chicago, IL.
(STORYNAME) the ghostly pervert
(Story)
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-okay, first of all, i need to make it clear that this is not a joke.
this really happened and when i think about it i smile, and get
goosebumps at the same time. the people who were living on the second floor
of my house moved out as soon as we bought it, so we moved into the
second floor til the people living on the first floor moved out. when they
did, we fixed the first floor and moved down there. all except me, i
was stubborn about having my own room, so i had the whole second floor
apartment to myself. i was about 13 (when young girls are going through
that stage in their life when they become a woman)when it happened. i
was asleep when i woke up all of a sudden to the feel of something very
cold right above my face. i opened my eyes and saw nothing, but i
still felt this really intense cold hanging right above my face. it was
almost as if i were going to be kissed by someone with ice cubes in their
mouth. my lips were very cold, but the rest of my face was just !
feeling the cold. then i felt a hand on my leg. or what i thought was
a hand. it touched me really soft and traveled up my leg,. i thought
that maybe it was a spider or something, so i threw my blankets off,
but there was nothing on my leg. the thing is i still felt the touch!
it was going up and down my leg and then my stomach and my chest and
there was nothing i could do to stop it. it was just like someone was
touching me all over my body. when i started crying, the touching stopped
and i didn't feel anymore cold. i went downstairs and slept the rest
of the night on the couch in my parent's living room. when i woke up
the next morning, my legs, arems, chest and stomach were covered in small
sporadic bruises. it has always been said in my family that when you
wake up with bruises, it is because the dead were touching you...
happy hauntings!
JustAVictim
(NAME) KELLI
(EMAIL) ANONYMOUS
(Location) CHEYENNE,WY
(STORYNAME) THINGS I SEE
(Story)
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As long as I can remember I have talked and have felt people that
no one else could see or hear. I can walk into a home and known
someone
is there. When I lived on base in cheyenne i would always feel an
elderly
man in my presence. I would hear the crys of soliders on the parade
field
across from my house. Sometimes if your lucky you'll hear cannons
firing in the night. When we moved off base to the house I now live in I
had an eerie feeling about the basement. My mom didn't know why I'd
always fly up the stairs with no intent of returning back down there. One
evening (after I finally got comfortable with our house) I was down in
the basement watching t.v. I had a book fly at my head and thought
nothing of it. I could hear children's laughter sometimes and feel the
presence of a dog near me. One night when I was trying to fall asleep
(i had never experienced anything here) I heard a small child's high
squeal of laughter. I barely sleep in my room now. I've had other
strange incounters of an English man talking to me. And one night when I
spent the night at my friends house I saw their ghost standing there
saying nothing to me. The most recent experience i have had is there are
people that seem to come visit me for no reason and all of these peop!
le I don't know. But the one I enjoy most is my grandmother when she
visits.
KELLI
(NAME) Porsche
(EMAIL) anonymous
(Location) Miami
(STORYNAME) Blue Shirt
(Story)
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I was at day carewhen I was about 11 years old. Anyway I was really
mad at all my friends, so i went to sit by myself near the fence. there
was a desk there so i sat down. i was thinking about the fight i had
had, and then i heard foot steps coming towards me. i turned and looked
all around, and i saw no one. i turned back around and i saw blue shit
coming toward me, i looked around and then i turned back around and it
went away.
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(NAME) Courtney
(EMAIL) Metalligoddess17@aol.com
(Location) Houston
(STORYNAME) ghost story
(Story)
About 12yrs. ago my grandpa died. Four years after that I was
spendig the night at my grandma's house, which i should add my grandpa
and 4 of my uncles built together. That night I had a feeling like
there was somethng watching me. I could feel the presences next to me on
the couch. Then right after my grandma dozed off in her favorite chair i
started to hear weird noises in the basement. I remeber hearing the
sound of somethng heavy being moved and everyonce in a while i would hear
footsteps going up the stairs then back down. Later that night after i
went to bed i was awoke by a crash in the kitchen. My grandma was
asleep. In the kitchen i found that a pot that was on the back burner of the
stove was lying on the floor about 4 ft from where it originally was.
Needless to say my grandma didnt appreciate being a woke by me at 3 in
the morning screaming. After that i really feel a presence that follows
me where ever i go. If i have to make a hard desicion i feel the ha!
irs on the back of my neck stand. So who or whatever it is, isnt that
fearful. I prefer to think that he or she is my own personal Casper.
(NAME) Kandyce Rizzo
(EMAIL) anonymous
(Location) maywood, illinois
(STORYNAME) The Little Girl
(Story)
Long ago when I was very young I lived in Maywood,Illinois, I
now live in a different part of the town. Anyway I lived by 1st Ave
(I can't give the actual side street cause it's a residence now) and me
and my brother's would always see this little blonde girl playing
upstairs by this part of the stairs where it's kind of like a room but there
are no walls just cabinets. At night we'd feel someone tapping are
shoulder's and whispering in our ears and saying how if mommy finds out we
aren't sleeping yet we'd be in trouble. I saw her once but my brothers
say her more. Later we found out she got sick and died in that house
in like the fifties. Her name was Emma they said. They had lived in
the neighborhood when the family lived there. I drive by the house
sometimes and wonder if she still is in there. Once I saw the current owner
outside and almost asked him if he sees her. They shouldn't be scared,
she means no harm.
(NAME) Kris
(Location) Upstate NY
(STORYNAME) Ghost Story
(Story)
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Hi all -
My name is Kris. I live in upstate NY. I am 26 yrs old and consider
myself very sensitive to ghostly things. I lived with the ghost of the
grandfather for many years and still do to this day. My son has seen
him and spoken with him. He has also made himself visible to many other
people, even made contact by touching ones shoulder or whatnot. This i
think is a common experience, but what I am going type here.. please if
anyone has experienced this please tell me.
About 5 yrs ago my then fiance took me out driving around where he
grew up. He took me to what they call the witches grave. (Now i have no
idea if this is true or not, i can not find any concret facts on this -
nobody knows anything) Anyway he took me up, he refused to turn off the
car and refused to let me out. I felt like something was calling me
there, i had to go. it took alot from me not to return for a long time.
Last yr i finally returned alone. when i went there i had this warm
feeling, like i knew i was not alone, but nothing was going to happen to
me. when i was there I was like, if anyone is out there please let me
know it. well my car shut off and wouldnt turn back on(i tried) all of a
sudden it turned back on all by itself. mind u i was standing in the
cemetary. then i left. when i left i had this feeling of life inside me.
I myself am pagan, i left feeling more powerful if you may.
anyway i went back another time after that and i brought a camera with
me. i took some pictures when i got them back there was a oval shape in
every single picture. okay fine. i left there feeling a loss in time
and one name on my mind sarah. again not that bad of a trip.
these times, it has always seemed like i was being called there.
ok the last and final time i went up, i went with a high priestess in
a local coven and a good friend. this time we went to the house(it is
somehow related to the cemetary and grave there) anyway when i got there
(it was a hot july day) I was sooo cold. freezing, my fingers were
white and almost blue. i looked up at the house and it was illuminated in a
white light, as i looked i felt like i was falling. when i got to the
back of the house, and in the back yard, there were spots where i
physically could not move. it was like i was stuck in that spot. when i
finally moved i would see skeltons in the ground. w
we left there to go to the cemetary and grave site. when we got there
we walked over to the grave and i felt nothing. but wheni started to
move to the back corner of the site, i was unbelievably cold, colder than
the house and i could not move at all. i had this uncontrollable need
to run, to get away but i couldnt. i was stuck to the ground. i called
to my friend to help. I looked to the ground and i isaw all these Y
figures coming out of the ground. not good.
we finally left. it was the WORST time i have had up there. i left
drained and scared.
some friends of mine went up there and i found out that it was a
indian burial ground and that there is a old mental hospital in the woods
there. where on a good night u can still hear the chains rattling and
people crying.
So what does anyone think? Indeas, opinions?
Kris
(Story) WHEN I WAS 9 I WAS SITTING DOWN WATCHING TV AND THE UPSTAIRS
RADIO CAME ON.THEN I HEARD THE MOST FREAKIEAST THING.I HEARD A CRY.THEN
HUGE FOOT STEPS WALKED DOWN THE STAIRS AND OUT THE DOOR.THERE WAS
NOBODY IN SITE.
(NAME) anonymous
(EMAIL) anonymous
(Location) monroe,ohio
(STORYNAME) foot steps
(Story)
WHEN I WAS 9 I WAS SITTING DOWN WATCHING TV AND THE UPSTAIRS
RADIO CAME ON.THEN I HEARD THE MOST FREAKIEAST THING.I HEARD A CRY.THEN
HUGE FOOT STEPS WALKED DOWN THE STAIRS AND OUT THE DOOR.THERE WAS
NOBODY IN SITE.
(NAME) anonymous
(EMAIL) anonymous
(Location) undisclosed
(STORYNAME) The Voices
(Story)
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My story begins on my basement. I was home by myself like usuall
and was talking on the phone with my best friend Traci. I turned off
my t.v. because I didn't like what was on. Then all of a sudden, I
heard my family's voices and I thought to myself "That's strange." I
wasn't really paying attention to Traci anymore because I was trying to see
if those voices I heard would come back. Then I heard them again.
Traci said to me," Are you're parents home?" I told her no. But she said,"
I just heard somebody that sounded like your family though." So I
decided to go look. I could here little whisppers around me but not as loud
as they were before. Then my dog started barking. I was really
freaked out because my dog was acting like he saw a ghost or something. I
went back downstairs and Traci asked me what those voices were and I said
they were just the wind. Then I heard them again only this time I
heard my voice along with my family's as well. Then Traci told me,"!
I don't think that's the wind." I said I agreed. So I went back
upstairs again. This timeI was really cold. Like ice cold. Now I'm not
really into that paranormal junk. But I do know that ghost's body's are
supposed to be really cold. And took me like 20 minuets just to warm up
again. Well I have to go. That's my story. (It's real too)
(NAME) Amanda
(EMAIL) Vamp316@Juno.com
(Location) undisclosed
(STORYNAME) my haunted house
(Story)
I live in a 2 story house that is actually not that old.
There was only one person that lived in it before we did but we know
nothing about them. When we first moved their we found claw marks on the
bathroom doors. Of course that could be from a dog. You never know. But
as the years went by my mother and I have found ourselves standing
outside of the house waiting for my father to come home claiming we have
heard people walking upstairs. Of course my father would look and
nothing would be their. One weekend my mother and I went on a business trip
leaving my father home alone with my dog. One night he was watching
t.v. when my dog jumped up and started barking down the hallway. My dad
put the t.v. on mute wondering what was going on when he heard
breathing right next to his ear. When he turned to look there was noone their.
I have had door handles turn by themselves and hit cold spots in my
playroom right above the garage. I have also had prophetic dreams o!
f a form of demon being in the closet that's in the playroom.
From:
"Ed Balch"
To:
Subject:
Re: Fwd: This happened tonight
Date:
Sat, 27 Nov 1999 00:36:30 -0600
Sure...go ahead. Just be sure to give me credit for the story. Today
I got
my pictures back (pictures I took the night before I took my parents
out
there). In one of the pictures made from behind the car while it was
moving
(we had to push it to make it move and then it kept moving.....this is
weird
how that works...if nobody is outside of the car it always starts by
itself...why when somebody is outside the car does it require a push
and
then it keeps moving as if someone is pushing it? Maybe the ghost
Henry
thinks that you are too tired to push and helps out) there was what
looks
like a cloud. There was no fog or people smoking out there that night.
I
also held my breathe while taking the picture. The simple fact that
this
showed up on film and no other pictures made on the hill that night
showed
any sort of fog makes me believe that may actually be a picture of the
ghost. This was also the only picture made while the car was moving.
Regardless of whether or not that is a picture of the ghost or not it
doesn't matter. What happened while my parents and I were out there
was
real. It could not have been immitated by any machine, person, or
animal.
I went out there last night with friends and the car rolled uphill but
the
voices and the second push after the car stopped did not happen. After
that
I got a second group of friends and when we arrived nothing would push
us up
the hill. This was very eerie but nowhere near as eerie as the voices
that
my parents and I heard. we turned around and tried again.......it
pushed us
up the hill with more force than usual. We were in my sports utility
vehicle (all other times we had been in cars) and it pushed us farther
than
it ever has before. However, my friends in the back reported hearing
the
rustling of leaves (it was raining this night) and they felt cold all
of a
sudden. I honestly did not feel anything more than the usual eerie
feeling.
On our third and last trip (the first trip was the time we didn't move)
we
stopped after not moving very far at all. We sat there and waited to
move
again. Then we honked the horn and a few minutes later honked it
again.
After that I felt a weird presence like air pressure around me and we
left.
We had recorded the whole thing on a tape recorder with an extermal mic
hanging from my rear view mirror. After we drove off and started
listening
to the tape it freaked tha hell outta us. Throughout parts of the tape
the
voices become distorted (no my tape recorder isn't bad) and at the end
where
I felt the weird presence the tape noise intensifies and sounds as if
we are
recording the whole thing in a tunnel. ANyways, weird........I'm not
making
this up and would have no reason to. If you want a copy of the audio
it's a
17 meg file in MP3 format. Welp, I stayed away from there tonight and
simple hungout with friends. I've gotta be able to go to sleep tonight
before the sun rises in the morning.
L8rz,
Ed
Wait until I add my ghost hunting page. I run
http://www.digital-hut.org
From:
prestonjoseph@full-moon.com
Date:
Sun, 28 Nov 1999 02:59:14 -0500 (EST)
To:
ghostlly@yahoo.com
Subject:
656 Beacon St.
A fellow student called me,and asked me if I remember the floor plan of
the old embalming school in Boston.I
said I dont remember as it had been years since I had been there.He was
looking for the lecture area/prep room.Which I told him was in the
mezzanean.He told me that he had a chance to go back there,and he got to
look around.He thought he might be in the right area,when he saw a figure
come tword him.He got a close look at the figure.A rather tall man with
longish hair,
sideburns connected to a mustache,wearing wire rim glasses,with a old
lab type coat on.The figure didnt say a word but pointed to the
wall.The figure dissapeard
and then reappeard at the wall pointing at a large spot.
The fellow student,then touched the spot which was not
solid like the rest of the wall.A picture had been covered and painted
over,but not that good.It was easy to take the paint and putty off from
the glass.All the while the figure was watching him.After the picture
was
so it could be seen,the figure vanished.The student took the picture
home.Cleaned it better,and realized that
the man in thepicture was the figure.As he explaind the picture and the
figure to me,I realized who it was.It was the founder of the Boston
School of Sanitary Embalming.Now known as the New England Institute.A
Jhonson Dodge.
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