This was about 2 years ago. I'm 14 now. I was staying at my fathers house for a while an me an my sister were sitting in the living room with my dog, (Roxie). An my dog was sleeping, an when she sleeps she is in a deep sleep. (she even snores). But anyway all of a sudden she lifted her head,her ears rotated an she looked around the room slowly until her gaze focused onto the front door. She growled an bared her teeth an started to charge at the door.
This scared me because Roxie NEVER "an I cant stress this enough". NEVER acted this way, whether it was a person or a cat, dog or a wild animal. So I got up an I walked to the door an there staring into my glass door was a huge, black, Akita-type dog. It stared up at me with yellow eyes that shined in such a way that you could not even notice the pupil. Roxie was still going crazy but the dog didn't even seem to notice her. It was to busy staring at me. Into my eyes.
I tried calling to my sister but my voice came out as a squeak. Roxie started jumping up onto the door but still this dog did not seem to notice her. I finally managed to call out to my sister. but wen I did the dog Bared its teeth once opened its mouth like it was going to growl an vanished slowly which seemed like in the shape of smoke or fog. (I have not seen this dog since)
Sent in by Becca Russell, Copyright 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
A Sponge Bob Book
We've always had this interactive Sponge Bob book, you know, like the ones that help with counting and stuff. Well, a couple of year ago, my mom and my little sister, Allison, were both at home. Alli was playing with some toys, and my mom was working on a project in the living room, when the Sponge Bob book started to sing "I'll be working on the Railroad" in a little kid's voice. Be aware that the book was NOT supposed to say that. In fact, it was a counting book.
And it wouldn't stop singing. It was so loud, that my mom dropped it in the bathtub, and it was still working. She hid it everywhere - in the closet in the front room, outside - yet, she could still hear it perfectly. So, she left for an hour, and she came back, the book was sitting on the coffee table, still singing its little heart out.
Frustrated, my mom shouted, "If you don't shut up, I swear I will throw you in the trash!"
So it replied, in an old dude's voice, "Would you like me to stop?"
My mom said yes, and the book stopped singing. It hasn't sang like that again. But a few weeks ago, me, my dad, and my mom were looking through a few books, and we saw the Book. I picked it up, and pressed a few buttons. I turned it off, and the same deep voice said "Would You Like to Stop?"
My mom freaked out, but realized it was saying what it was supposed to. We still laugh about it.
Sent in by Emily, Copyright 2011 Ghost-Space.com
And it wouldn't stop singing. It was so loud, that my mom dropped it in the bathtub, and it was still working. She hid it everywhere - in the closet in the front room, outside - yet, she could still hear it perfectly. So, she left for an hour, and she came back, the book was sitting on the coffee table, still singing its little heart out.
Frustrated, my mom shouted, "If you don't shut up, I swear I will throw you in the trash!"
So it replied, in an old dude's voice, "Would you like me to stop?"
My mom said yes, and the book stopped singing. It hasn't sang like that again. But a few weeks ago, me, my dad, and my mom were looking through a few books, and we saw the Book. I picked it up, and pressed a few buttons. I turned it off, and the same deep voice said "Would You Like to Stop?"
My mom freaked out, but realized it was saying what it was supposed to. We still laugh about it.
Sent in by Emily, Copyright 2011 Ghost-Space.com
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Haunted for Life?
As long I can remember, strange things have been happening. Mostly since puberty. It all started when I was eight or nine.
I woke up one morning to my blanket, which I kicked off the night before floating. I watched it go down slowly then covered my head in fear. I saw a twenty year old red head next to my bed, but wasn't scared.
It only got worse when I hit puberty. Strange markings started showing on my arm (they looked Latin or Greek). My fears only intensified when I saw a man in grey smoke. He was nothing more than a shadow with red eyes. After high school it seemed to subside. Then came my mothers new apartment.
I entered wiccan, which is my greatest regret. It started up again. I saw shadows, got held down and almost raped by a ghost (I could hear its voice), and almost attacked twice. The worse thing though was the guy from the 1940s. He has shown up three times in my life since then. The third time he felt harmless and loving. The other two he scared me horribly.
When I was eighteen I moved from my mothers and it stopped for a little while. Than I started hearing crazy whispers, preventing me from sleeping. The basement freaked me out as I thought someone was watching me and I saw shadows. When I moved back with my mom in her new apartment I was relieved. Nothing happened for months. Then I started talking to Jacob online. It seemed to react. I got held down once again. The shadows came back. That's when he told his house was haunted.
I realized the internet had something to do with some stuff not all of it. Some of it was my old demons. I started seeing things in my computer and I heard someone talking to me on the my cellphone when I was talking to Jacob. I finally moved on my own and now is twenty-one years old. It still haunts me. I see so many shadows its not funny. They are like outlines of humans. Before I saw no features on these shadows.
Something holds me down every now and then and at one point tried to choke me. It never ends. I've gotten so used to these events I'm actually getting bored of them. When it said my name I ignore it as before I looked. The only thing that really scared me was an event that happened right after I talked to Jacob. I've been feeling confused about my feelings towards for awhile. I hated him and love him(I still do). That's when i heard a familiar male voice saying " forget about him.". I got so scared I went to the lobby. What's going on? Why me? Why now? What did I do to deserve being haunted?
Sent in by drusilla, Copyright 2011
I woke up one morning to my blanket, which I kicked off the night before floating. I watched it go down slowly then covered my head in fear. I saw a twenty year old red head next to my bed, but wasn't scared.
It only got worse when I hit puberty. Strange markings started showing on my arm (they looked Latin or Greek). My fears only intensified when I saw a man in grey smoke. He was nothing more than a shadow with red eyes. After high school it seemed to subside. Then came my mothers new apartment.
I entered wiccan, which is my greatest regret. It started up again. I saw shadows, got held down and almost raped by a ghost (I could hear its voice), and almost attacked twice. The worse thing though was the guy from the 1940s. He has shown up three times in my life since then. The third time he felt harmless and loving. The other two he scared me horribly.
When I was eighteen I moved from my mothers and it stopped for a little while. Than I started hearing crazy whispers, preventing me from sleeping. The basement freaked me out as I thought someone was watching me and I saw shadows. When I moved back with my mom in her new apartment I was relieved. Nothing happened for months. Then I started talking to Jacob online. It seemed to react. I got held down once again. The shadows came back. That's when he told his house was haunted.
I realized the internet had something to do with some stuff not all of it. Some of it was my old demons. I started seeing things in my computer and I heard someone talking to me on the my cellphone when I was talking to Jacob. I finally moved on my own and now is twenty-one years old. It still haunts me. I see so many shadows its not funny. They are like outlines of humans. Before I saw no features on these shadows.
Something holds me down every now and then and at one point tried to choke me. It never ends. I've gotten so used to these events I'm actually getting bored of them. When it said my name I ignore it as before I looked. The only thing that really scared me was an event that happened right after I talked to Jacob. I've been feeling confused about my feelings towards for awhile. I hated him and love him(I still do). That's when i heard a familiar male voice saying " forget about him.". I got so scared I went to the lobby. What's going on? Why me? Why now? What did I do to deserve being haunted?
Sent in by drusilla, Copyright 2011
My Scary Haunted House
I moved to New Mexico in May of 2011, and we rented a house. At first it seemed perfectly normal, then I started hearing stories. Apparently at least one person died in the house. He had done drugs, and my neighbors had different stories. He either died in a back bedroom or in the living room. Anyway, I feel his presence and another entity (female) all the time.
In the house, there are three rooms where I don't feel comfortable, like I'm being watched. They are the spare bedroom next to mine, (probably where he died), the office/bedroom, and my parent's bedroom. They all make me feel creepy.
Once, I actually saw a woman's ghost. I was alone and sitting in the living room, and I playing with a deck of cards I believe is connected to the woman. I glanced up at my parent's bedroom door, and I saw a woman dressed in stripper wear walk across the doorway. I was so scared I stayed outside until my parents came home.
Several times I have been sitting in the living room and heard the back door open and close, and I heard heavy footsteps come in through the kitchen and sounded like they were going to come in the living room, but when I looked, there was no one there.
The biggest thing of all happened when I was doing a ghost hunt with my friend. We were in my room with all the lights off, and the deck of cards on the floor. She was videotaping them, and four things happened: One, she kept getting cold. Two, My friend asked for the cards to move, and they did. Three, We asked "Did you die here?" and heard a woman's scream come from the living room. Four, we caught a video of orbs flying around the cards and manifesting in thin air.
I don't think the spirits are evil, exactly, but they sure creep me out!
Sent in by Ghostseer1992, Copyright 2011 Ghost-Space.com
In the house, there are three rooms where I don't feel comfortable, like I'm being watched. They are the spare bedroom next to mine, (probably where he died), the office/bedroom, and my parent's bedroom. They all make me feel creepy.
Once, I actually saw a woman's ghost. I was alone and sitting in the living room, and I playing with a deck of cards I believe is connected to the woman. I glanced up at my parent's bedroom door, and I saw a woman dressed in stripper wear walk across the doorway. I was so scared I stayed outside until my parents came home.
Several times I have been sitting in the living room and heard the back door open and close, and I heard heavy footsteps come in through the kitchen and sounded like they were going to come in the living room, but when I looked, there was no one there.
The biggest thing of all happened when I was doing a ghost hunt with my friend. We were in my room with all the lights off, and the deck of cards on the floor. She was videotaping them, and four things happened: One, she kept getting cold. Two, My friend asked for the cards to move, and they did. Three, We asked "Did you die here?" and heard a woman's scream come from the living room. Four, we caught a video of orbs flying around the cards and manifesting in thin air.
I don't think the spirits are evil, exactly, but they sure creep me out!
Sent in by Ghostseer1992, Copyright 2011 Ghost-Space.com
The Christmas Horror
I was just 13 at the time, and it was around Christmas. My mother and I were decorating our Christmas tree. We plugged in our radio to play Christmas music. The day was cheery, and fun filled day. My sister came down the stairs screaming with tears rolling down her cheeks. "It touched me! It touched me!" she shouted. My mom's eyes lit up in shock. "What touched you?"
"The Dark Shadow!" my sister yelped.
Since my sister was so terrified, I decided to snoop around up stairs to see this 'Dark Shadow.'When I reached the steps I had a dull feeling. The steps creaked from underneath me. A little robot from my sisters McDonalds meal was roaming around up stairs going in a circle. I picked the toy up from the carpet, then something pushed me. I felt scared, so I picked myself off the ground and ran downstairs. "MOM! There is something up there!" I shouted. "You're kidding Jacey!" my mother replied. "I'm going up there, stay here." My sister and I huddled close on the couch, I mean I was 13 I didn't know what to do. I covered my sisters head, hoping she wouldn't here my mothers screams. "Stay here! If you come up stairs you could be in danger!" I told my sister. I rushed up the stairs to find my mother laying in the hallway with red marks all over her arms, legs, stomach, and even her face. I began to cry, then shouted , "MOM! we are leaving. let's go!!" My mom could hardly stand, but she managed to get us out of the evil house, and to my grandmother's apartment a few blocks down. I pounded on the door, shouting and crying, until my grandfather answered. "Come in!
What happened?"
"Ghosts!"
"No, shadows."
When my mother got cleaned up, we settled in the guest room for the night. I could barely sleep. The next morning we went to the library and searched up history on the house. Comes to find out, a man in his mid 30's passed away the night before Christmas eve. Ever since, every family that get's involved with Christmas in the Jerome House get's tormented.
Sent in by Jacey Mirenna, Copyright 2011
"The Dark Shadow!" my sister yelped.
Since my sister was so terrified, I decided to snoop around up stairs to see this 'Dark Shadow.'When I reached the steps I had a dull feeling. The steps creaked from underneath me. A little robot from my sisters McDonalds meal was roaming around up stairs going in a circle. I picked the toy up from the carpet, then something pushed me. I felt scared, so I picked myself off the ground and ran downstairs. "MOM! There is something up there!" I shouted. "You're kidding Jacey!" my mother replied. "I'm going up there, stay here." My sister and I huddled close on the couch, I mean I was 13 I didn't know what to do. I covered my sisters head, hoping she wouldn't here my mothers screams. "Stay here! If you come up stairs you could be in danger!" I told my sister. I rushed up the stairs to find my mother laying in the hallway with red marks all over her arms, legs, stomach, and even her face. I began to cry, then shouted , "MOM! we are leaving. let's go!!" My mom could hardly stand, but she managed to get us out of the evil house, and to my grandmother's apartment a few blocks down. I pounded on the door, shouting and crying, until my grandfather answered. "Come in!
What happened?"
"Ghosts!"
"No, shadows."
When my mother got cleaned up, we settled in the guest room for the night. I could barely sleep. The next morning we went to the library and searched up history on the house. Comes to find out, a man in his mid 30's passed away the night before Christmas eve. Ever since, every family that get's involved with Christmas in the Jerome House get's tormented.
Sent in by Jacey Mirenna, Copyright 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
Energy Spirits
My story begins with a cell phone of mine, all I did was take a picture and I noticed a man dressed like George Washington looking at me.
Later I took another shot with my cell, and saw tall people with heads like dogs standing guard. This all happened when I turned my big Sony 32 inch on.
Now when I sleep I feel this entity magnetic (mist) on my arms and I always have to wash it off.
Any thing I could do to stop this?
Sent in by LEE, Copyright 2011 Ghost-Space.com
Later I took another shot with my cell, and saw tall people with heads like dogs standing guard. This all happened when I turned my big Sony 32 inch on.
Now when I sleep I feel this entity magnetic (mist) on my arms and I always have to wash it off.
Any thing I could do to stop this?
Sent in by LEE, Copyright 2011 Ghost-Space.com
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