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(NAME) Justin
(EMAIL) nirvananwo@aol.com
(Location) undisclosed
(Story)
Ok, believe this or not. I am only 13 right now but my story is indeed true. For the record the date is 7/21/98. On 6/25/98, my Girl Friend, "Kay" died in an auto accident. It was internal bleeding. We went through alot together. If you want details email me asking for them. But anyways, I am still devastated by it, and I didn't attend her funeral for personal reasons. One week ago to the day I was having a dream and, I saw her. She asked, "Why didn't you come to see me one last time?" I didn't answer. She then said, "Answer me, Please answer me! I don't want to have to hurt you!" In the dream, I saw myself shocked, and I was walking backwards, "I do.." then I woke up. I turned on my lamp, and went to use the restroom. When I got back I slipped into bed and it got really cold. I tried to warm up, but I couldn't. I then looked to the side of me to grab a thicker blanket, and I saw her.(Kay) "Well?" She said "Why didn't you come to my funeral?" I then said, "Kay, I.. I.. I'm sorry I didn't go! it's just that..." She said, "Just what?" I then said "Kay, I'm sorry I didn't go. Its just I couldn't bear to see you dead." "Oh." said Kay. "One question. Why are you here?" I asked. She replied, "I thought you knew this place was haunted." I was shocked, and said, "What?!" "Yeah, its been for years, you have two spirits here. One is not to do any harm. The other likes to destroy stuff. I'm just here to make sure that nuthin happens to ya." I said, "Um... Ok but I thought that you were like, you know..... dead." Then she disapeared. About 2 nights ago, I started hearing voices, including Kays, and two other ones. Since then I havent heard much. Thats mainly it.
(NAME) Isabelle
(EMAIL) ipitre@videotron.ca
I was sleeping, and my cat was with me, suddenly my cat growled, and I felt a mist coming over me. I was on my back, and suddenly someone kissed me on the mouth and said, " I love you." and then I open my eyes and nobody was there.
The other day I was laying on my bed, my door was open just a little, I heard the principal door open and then I heard the voice of my mom she said" Hi, I'm home". then the cats meowed at her has usual, I heard her foot steep all over the house and she opened the door of the closet and then nothing. I got up to see what she was doing. But, I was alone and the door of the closet was opened. Later, my mom said that she was at work at that time.
(NAME) Jannelle
(EMAIL) annonymous
I am 15 years old and, when I was younger, I always felt scared. No matter what was there it frightened me. I'd sleep with all the lights on and hug a teddy bear. I'd never leave my mothers side and would have crying fits for no reason. My heart rate was way off and I had take medication. I'd have night terrors right up until I was 12. I wasn't a normal kid. I wouldn't eat right or play with the other kids and no matter what my mother tried I'd never relax or play like my brothers or sisters. My mom was scared for me and when I was 8 she took me to a child psycologist who hypnotized me and the only explaination he could come up with for my weird behavior was that it was a stage and I'll get over it. My mom wasn't happy with this and took me for second third and forth opinions. I was screwed up. None of doctors knew what was wrong with me. Eventually my condition got worse and when I was 10 I tried to commit suiside. I was hospitalized for eight months. I drank Bleach and o.d.' on my moms sleeping pills. (Don't try this at home folks. Its not worth it.) My mom couldn't handle the stress and so she sent me away to a special school for a year and she'd come visit me every weekend. At the school they did tests on me and couldn't find a logical explaination. I would get these migranes and seisures and go crazy. It was like I was possesed. But I wasn't. I was really sick, and when I turned 12 I moved home again and things didn't change. One night I was sitting alone in my rom and I began to feel a wave of cold air sweep over me. A sensation that I wasn't alone. I was so scared I went straight into an unexplainable comma and didn't wake up for 2 weeks. When I did all of my symptoms were gone. I was no longer a scared, shy, sick, messed up kid. I was and outgoing, forward, healthy 13 year old. I was the perfect 13 year old. I still had questions and fears so my psycologist from boarding school introduced me to a native woman who worked with kids who were in some way or another special. I learned alot from her. We read books about energy and magic and meditation. And spirits. One day she took me to see a man who was psycic and he told me I was blessed and that I was protected, but that was all he could say. The next week when we met together she took me to a prayer session where you talk to spirits who have passed on but are too scared to go to the other side. The session master told me that in the years of my life when I was sick I was alone, except for the people around me and that the sensation that I felt before my comma was of a soul attaching themself to me to protect me. Sort of like a soul guide. His name is Zachary. He protects me and watches over me always. Where I go he goes. And no one but me knows he's there. And to no one else but me has he shown his face. He looks after me. And now I know no matter what happens I will never have to feel scared, frightened or alone again. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
(NAME) andy m.
(EMAIL) andy99@lycosmail.com
(Location) NY
It was my first semester of college at Alfred State in the fall of 91. I befriended two guys who, in ealier years had conducted seances, used a ouija board in graveyards, and made other attemps at contacting spirits. There was a fourth of our group, and like me, he was a newbie to our clan. One night we all decided to go up to the tennis courts, behind the gymnasium. It was pitch black out. As soon as we walked in, the feeling of energy through the air was overwhelming. The leader of our group, Jason, said that this place was a paranormal "hot spot". He said he had been here earlier and found a doorway was open between the spirit domain and ours here in the tennis courts. Jason said that someone earlier must have held a seance here but never closed the door to the spirit domain afterward. We all sat in a circle, and meditated. It was almost twenty minutes later when I heard it. Over in the right side of the courts, where the entrance is, I heard loud footsteps waaaaaaah! Looking toward the entrance of the courts I heard what sounded like work boots. We all got up together to see what it was. Nothing was there. Another week passed. One night I woke up, was about to go back to sleep, but there through the top bunk, where my roommate was sleeping, I saw the face of a man poke down through the mattess above me and disappear just as fast. The face was almost blood red. The scariest part was while I was seeing this, I don't know how, but I knew he was 42 when he died. I knew he lived violently and died violently by stabbing. I also knew he died on the side walk on the main street that ran through the town of Alfred. I never told my roommate what happened that night. About three days later, I was alone in my room, and felt a presence. The cord from the window blinds flew four feet in the air, hit the mirror, and fell back to the wall. I sat on the bed and began to meditate, hoping I could ignore what I just saw. Just as I began to feel relaxed, I felt what could only be described as something grabbing my soul and trying to take me. I woke up quick feeling like I just jumped back into my body. I ran out of the room. A couple of days passed and every once in a while when walking the campus, I could feel the presence of this spirit following me. Once I was walking with a friend and he too felt the same energy in the air while walking with me under a door. He looked at me, and I said it was a presence that has been following me for three weeks. After about four weeks of these feelings, they just stopped. And to this day, I have never felt its presence again. The more I recall these events, the more I believe it was not a spirit of a man, but a demon. I don't know why out of the four of us in the tennis courts that night why it picked me, but I'll never meditate again!
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