Some people may write this off as a false story but its true no lie.
One day me and my friend were riding our four wheelers in my backyard when saw a figure of a man standing by a tree. It had a black shirt on with tight jeans and had a red glow around it.
Not knowing what it was, me and my friend Chris rode our four wheelers without care for life! As we got near my house we slowed down, both of us were breathless and gasping for air.
Once my parents got home I started telling them what happened, but before I could finish they started laughing and said, "that's a good one".
That night I went to bed early because I had a football game the next day. While I was sleeping I was woken up by an eerie screeching sound on my door. That was the night I really was so scared that I couldn't move, but only stare at my door and wait for whatever it was to come in and kill me.
As it came in I could make it out as a man maybe around 20 or 21 and he had white eyes. Once I came out of my fear I managed to close my eyes and scream at the top of my lungs. My dad came in as soon as he heard me scream and said "whats wrong Cauri?" As I opened my eyes it was gone and only my dad was in the room. "Nothing", I said to him shaking all over trying to fight it back.
He still comes in to my room sometimes but I'm not scared very much any more, but it does still freak me out from time to time.
Written by Cauri Taylor, Copyright 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Honduras Ghost Story | La Llorona | The Crying Lady
My boyfriend always tell me this crazy things that happened in his country. I'm from Belize city in central America. He is also from Central America, he is from Honduras.
This is something that really happened to his uncle.
It all starts with my boyfriend's uncle, and his mom. She say's, in the story, that her brother loved drinking and coming home drunk. They would walk two or three miles to get to the cantina's (Bar) by the light of the moon, on streets or better on road's that were made by the same people by walking everyday.
She said that one day she got tired of it and she told him that one of these day's la llorona (the crying lady) will follow him home. He laughed about it and continued to disobey.
One evening my boyfriend's mom came home around 11 or 12 because they had mass practice for the next day. She said as she walked in the house and walked to their rooms (the kid's) everyone was sleeping. She went to do some coffee and passed by her brother's room and she she saw a black figure sitting on the side of his bed. She walked in and when she looked clearly her face was not showing. All she saw was her hair in front and she had long, ugly fingernails. The figure was sitting there, touching his feet.
She asked who she was and the thing didn't say anything. When she looked down the woman's feet were weird, one foot was that of a horse and the other looked like a chicken.
She started praying in the name of Jesus Christ leave and never come back, go back to where you came from. The thing got up really fast and started screaming like a pig and left out the window. After that her brother was sick for almost 3 day's with high fever.
Sent in by Hazel, copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
This is something that really happened to his uncle.
It all starts with my boyfriend's uncle, and his mom. She say's, in the story, that her brother loved drinking and coming home drunk. They would walk two or three miles to get to the cantina's (Bar) by the light of the moon, on streets or better on road's that were made by the same people by walking everyday.
She said that one day she got tired of it and she told him that one of these day's la llorona (the crying lady) will follow him home. He laughed about it and continued to disobey.
One evening my boyfriend's mom came home around 11 or 12 because they had mass practice for the next day. She said as she walked in the house and walked to their rooms (the kid's) everyone was sleeping. She went to do some coffee and passed by her brother's room and she she saw a black figure sitting on the side of his bed. She walked in and when she looked clearly her face was not showing. All she saw was her hair in front and she had long, ugly fingernails. The figure was sitting there, touching his feet.
She asked who she was and the thing didn't say anything. When she looked down the woman's feet were weird, one foot was that of a horse and the other looked like a chicken.
She started praying in the name of Jesus Christ leave and never come back, go back to where you came from. The thing got up really fast and started screaming like a pig and left out the window. After that her brother was sick for almost 3 day's with high fever.
Sent in by Hazel, copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Something Evil Upstairs
Hi, my name is Hazel, this is some of the weirdest things happening to me right now. I moved in, about three months or so ago, with my boyfriend. While staying there we lived downstairs in the apartments.
Anyway, the people living upstairs ended up moving out, well it all started like this - I was coming home from work like 9 in the night. As I was parking my car, out of know where, I saw a little animal walking towards me. He looked like a rat, but as he came close it was a little kitten, I decided to take him in and bath him and feed him and decided to keep it.
It all start's as my boyfriend decided to go hang out with some friends and I ended up staying at the other side of town while I was all by myself. I looked at the time and it was 1:15 in the morning.
Then it all started on top of the ceiling on my side of the bed. I started hearing a ball rolling and some one running to go get it. Then what started creeping me out was that I heard something dragging it's self, like something heavy.
At first I thought it might be a raccoon or cat, but it just sounded heavy. My little cat was laying by my side, he started following the noise and it ended up on the foot of my bed. I started getting scared and I started saying stop it, stop it, whatever it is stop it, and it did.
After 15 minutes or so it started again. I couldn't take it and decided to grab my cat and car keys and drove around until it started to get early, around 5 or so. Then I came home.
Since that day my little cat doesn't sleep in the room. I sometimes watch her as she lays in the living room or restroom, maybe I think there's something evil up there
Sent in by Hazel, copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
Anyway, the people living upstairs ended up moving out, well it all started like this - I was coming home from work like 9 in the night. As I was parking my car, out of know where, I saw a little animal walking towards me. He looked like a rat, but as he came close it was a little kitten, I decided to take him in and bath him and feed him and decided to keep it.
It all start's as my boyfriend decided to go hang out with some friends and I ended up staying at the other side of town while I was all by myself. I looked at the time and it was 1:15 in the morning.
Then it all started on top of the ceiling on my side of the bed. I started hearing a ball rolling and some one running to go get it. Then what started creeping me out was that I heard something dragging it's self, like something heavy.
At first I thought it might be a raccoon or cat, but it just sounded heavy. My little cat was laying by my side, he started following the noise and it ended up on the foot of my bed. I started getting scared and I started saying stop it, stop it, whatever it is stop it, and it did.
After 15 minutes or so it started again. I couldn't take it and decided to grab my cat and car keys and drove around until it started to get early, around 5 or so. Then I came home.
Since that day my little cat doesn't sleep in the room. I sometimes watch her as she lays in the living room or restroom, maybe I think there's something evil up there
Sent in by Hazel, copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
Saturday, January 26, 2008
The Ouija Board | Pure Evil
This is going to be very hard to explain, I'm not good with the terminology that is associated with the supernatural, but, I will say one thing, the Ouija board is nothing to snicker at, it is the devil!
I didn't hear this from so and so, I actually lived it. I won't go into details, but my sister was "abused" by this thing, and my son also saw the evil.
To make a long story short, we (my sister and I) lost our dad when we were somewhat young. When we found the Ouija board we thought we could communicate with him. Well we did, and also with something else - Pure Evil. Please don't go there!
I "talked" with the board, and was totally freaked out by some things that took place, but my sister actually was in "It's" path.
I will give you one example; Sis and I were "messing" around with the board, and an angry man who called himself "Sanders" came upon us, and I could tell he was very angry, so I asked him if he was abused as a child or molested in some way, and he became very pissed off! The planchette, or whatever you call the "thingy", was doing the figure 8 around and around, big time.
Well, at this point a friend of mine walked in and sat down on the bed, and right away the "thingy" spelled out "who is the fat bitch", and I in return said "who", and again the "thingy", quick as lighting, darted and pointed right at my friend.
Well, the very next day, I went to get my mail (four apartments were made out of an old time mansion) and lo and behold, there on one of the mail boxes was the name Sanders, which was never there before. Needless to say, I was fraked out. No joke, no need to make stuff up.
I ended up burning the board, and heaving it into lake Michigan.Please, please, please, dont mess with this thing.
Sent in by MG, Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
I didn't hear this from so and so, I actually lived it. I won't go into details, but my sister was "abused" by this thing, and my son also saw the evil.
To make a long story short, we (my sister and I) lost our dad when we were somewhat young. When we found the Ouija board we thought we could communicate with him. Well we did, and also with something else - Pure Evil. Please don't go there!
I "talked" with the board, and was totally freaked out by some things that took place, but my sister actually was in "It's" path.
I will give you one example; Sis and I were "messing" around with the board, and an angry man who called himself "Sanders" came upon us, and I could tell he was very angry, so I asked him if he was abused as a child or molested in some way, and he became very pissed off! The planchette, or whatever you call the "thingy", was doing the figure 8 around and around, big time.
Well, at this point a friend of mine walked in and sat down on the bed, and right away the "thingy" spelled out "who is the fat bitch", and I in return said "who", and again the "thingy", quick as lighting, darted and pointed right at my friend.
Well, the very next day, I went to get my mail (four apartments were made out of an old time mansion) and lo and behold, there on one of the mail boxes was the name Sanders, which was never there before. Needless to say, I was fraked out. No joke, no need to make stuff up.
I ended up burning the board, and heaving it into lake Michigan.Please, please, please, dont mess with this thing.
Sent in by MG, Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Scary Ride Visiting Cemeteries
When I was like 15 years old my brother (who is two years older), and I went to stay with my cousin at her new house. She had three of her friends over, two of them were my brothers age.
We decided to go for a ride in my cousin's boyfriend's car. It was just the three of us. My brother who was 17, Michelle 16, and Erica 17. None of us had a drivers license but we just went back road driving to kill time and boredom.
We passed a few cemeteries and I decided we should go look around and check out old tombstones and stuff. When we had checked a few of them we decided to go back to my cousins house, but on the way I saw another cemetery. There was a tomb stone glowing and it was pretty so I made them stop. When I got close to it I realized it was my friends little sister's grave who had died of SIDS a few months earlier.
I was getting goosebumps all over and had a weird feeling but I thought it was just from being at a cemetery late at night and had chills from being sort of frightened. We finally left and we were on a deserted road with just corn fields. My brother pulled over and said he needed to go to the bathroom. As he got out of the car he took the keys with him so no one would try to do anything and so he could still drive.
Erica jumped in the driers seat and yelled out to my brother that she knew how to hot wire. Right after she said this we heard a voice right next to us and it screamed out "want me to do it for you".
My brother heard this and came running to the car and told us to lock the doors. We did so and as we started the car to leave we saw an outlined figure of a man and we just sped off. We didn't want to stick around. We don't know why this spirit would be out in the middle of nowhere and why it would even communicate with us. All I know was that we were all pretty freaked out.
Sent in by Ashleigh, Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
We decided to go for a ride in my cousin's boyfriend's car. It was just the three of us. My brother who was 17, Michelle 16, and Erica 17. None of us had a drivers license but we just went back road driving to kill time and boredom.
We passed a few cemeteries and I decided we should go look around and check out old tombstones and stuff. When we had checked a few of them we decided to go back to my cousins house, but on the way I saw another cemetery. There was a tomb stone glowing and it was pretty so I made them stop. When I got close to it I realized it was my friends little sister's grave who had died of SIDS a few months earlier.
I was getting goosebumps all over and had a weird feeling but I thought it was just from being at a cemetery late at night and had chills from being sort of frightened. We finally left and we were on a deserted road with just corn fields. My brother pulled over and said he needed to go to the bathroom. As he got out of the car he took the keys with him so no one would try to do anything and so he could still drive.
Erica jumped in the driers seat and yelled out to my brother that she knew how to hot wire. Right after she said this we heard a voice right next to us and it screamed out "want me to do it for you".
My brother heard this and came running to the car and told us to lock the doors. We did so and as we started the car to leave we saw an outlined figure of a man and we just sped off. We didn't want to stick around. We don't know why this spirit would be out in the middle of nowhere and why it would even communicate with us. All I know was that we were all pretty freaked out.
Sent in by Ashleigh, Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
The Ouija Board And Cheryl's Ghost
One time me and my friend were playing with a Ouija board. Now. I had done this before and wasn't as scared as her, little did I know I would be terrified later on.
Me and her set up our Ouija board and began to ask questions. The ghost's name was Cheryl. She was six years old and her father was 45. They were both there. The little girl was scared of the father because he had killed her, and he also died during the attempt to kill his daughter.
My friend began to feel uneasy and had changed seats. She pulled over one of our fold up chairs, but decided not to sit in it and came back over to me. (Trust me the chairs important.)
Later, after a few more questions, we asked where she was. The pointer had moved and pointed at the chair my friend had pulled over. So I got up and felt the chair. It was cold as ice (no joke). I lifted up the chair and there were tiny foot prints imbedded into the carpet.
We got very scared and went to put the board away, when it began to move on its own. It said "behind you". we looked behind us only to find a tall man dressed in overall's standing behind us banging on the door saying "Cheryl, it will only hurt for a minute..."
We got so scared we ran from the house. Ever since then we have heard our name being called by a man and a young girl saying, "Don't worry it will only hurt for a minute".
Sent in by Lindsey Bruce, Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
Me and her set up our Ouija board and began to ask questions. The ghost's name was Cheryl. She was six years old and her father was 45. They were both there. The little girl was scared of the father because he had killed her, and he also died during the attempt to kill his daughter.
My friend began to feel uneasy and had changed seats. She pulled over one of our fold up chairs, but decided not to sit in it and came back over to me. (Trust me the chairs important.)
Later, after a few more questions, we asked where she was. The pointer had moved and pointed at the chair my friend had pulled over. So I got up and felt the chair. It was cold as ice (no joke). I lifted up the chair and there were tiny foot prints imbedded into the carpet.
We got very scared and went to put the board away, when it began to move on its own. It said "behind you". we looked behind us only to find a tall man dressed in overall's standing behind us banging on the door saying "Cheryl, it will only hurt for a minute..."
We got so scared we ran from the house. Ever since then we have heard our name being called by a man and a young girl saying, "Don't worry it will only hurt for a minute".
Sent in by Lindsey Bruce, Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
Monday, January 21, 2008
An Angel and a Ghost
Both of these just happened to me recently. I'll be telling both stories, though.
On September 15th, 2007, I was up all night since I didn't take my sleeping medicine, and simply browsing around on the internet at three in the morning. I set my laptop aside and tried getting some sleep. This was the same night I was listening to "This Is Halloween" by Marilyn Manson (I'm a Halloween spazzo.)
Anyhow, I woke up a while later, and glanced to the wall opposing from where I slept. I have three posters on that wall, and a few printed pictures as well. One of the printed pictures had a face on it, that was green and black, which I KNOW I didn't have up there. The face looked like Amy Lee from Evanescence, only more sinister. It faded like one of those cheesy Halloween decorations. I've taken down that picture and replaced it, yet now I wake up every now and then with scratch marks on me. Ghost much?
Now for the Angel story.
This story makes me sad sometimes, because it involves someone I cared for deeply who died in the Spring of 2007. I was sitting up one night once again, and thinking of that person. His name was David Lee, and he had died in a car collision accident.
I was up that whole night, seriously crying my eyes out, saying repeatedly "Please come back, David." I think my prayers were answered because I normally sleep on a mattress right next to my bed, and seeing as the mattress was closer to where I was, I slept on that. This is the breaking point of the story. I slept like a little tot, yet I woke up in the morning on my bed instead. I think now that David is back as my own, personal Guardian Angel. Much love David Lee.
Sent in by Jess, Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
On September 15th, 2007, I was up all night since I didn't take my sleeping medicine, and simply browsing around on the internet at three in the morning. I set my laptop aside and tried getting some sleep. This was the same night I was listening to "This Is Halloween" by Marilyn Manson (I'm a Halloween spazzo.)
Anyhow, I woke up a while later, and glanced to the wall opposing from where I slept. I have three posters on that wall, and a few printed pictures as well. One of the printed pictures had a face on it, that was green and black, which I KNOW I didn't have up there. The face looked like Amy Lee from Evanescence, only more sinister. It faded like one of those cheesy Halloween decorations. I've taken down that picture and replaced it, yet now I wake up every now and then with scratch marks on me. Ghost much?
Now for the Angel story.
This story makes me sad sometimes, because it involves someone I cared for deeply who died in the Spring of 2007. I was sitting up one night once again, and thinking of that person. His name was David Lee, and he had died in a car collision accident.
I was up that whole night, seriously crying my eyes out, saying repeatedly "Please come back, David." I think my prayers were answered because I normally sleep on a mattress right next to my bed, and seeing as the mattress was closer to where I was, I slept on that. This is the breaking point of the story. I slept like a little tot, yet I woke up in the morning on my bed instead. I think now that David is back as my own, personal Guardian Angel. Much love David Lee.
Sent in by Jess, Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
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