Sunday, June 17, 2012

The Crackling Noise

When my husband and I were first stationed in Japan, we had stayed at the Navy Lodge, while we were looking for a place to live. During the day, while my husband was at work, I would hang out with some of the other military wives, who were also staying there as well with their husbands and children, and they would tell me that there were some strange goings on in the Navy Lodge, in the paranormal sort of way. Now, me being into the paranormal, so to speak, I took notice of what they were saying. It was about 2:00 a.m. on a Sunday morning, and it had been announced earlier in the week in the Base paper that there was going to be a "black out" during that time, for the entire Base (this was when electricity would be turned off so that the electricians could safely do some repair work. These black outs would happen quite often, might I add). Well, earlier on Saturday, I had gone shopping and had some white paper bags filled with odds and ends for our new home. We had been up watching television, when the lights went out. About five minutes later, we both started hearing this loud crackling noise. Of course, the first thing that came into my mind was something was falling out of the paper bags and was making that noise. It lasted for a long time, in fact it just kept going on and on. My husband asked me what was that, and I said that I didn't know. Then, I got to thinking what the other wives were telling me about the strange goings on.

I also found out that the ladies who worked in housekeeping would also experience strange occurrences such as doors being slammed closed when they were cleaning the rooms, radios turning on by themselves, and stuff like that. So, when this noise kept going on and on, the second thing that came to my mind was there was some bothersome spirit in our room. Of course, I didn't tell my husband, because at the time, he didn't believe in such things as ghost and the paranormal, but he does now, though. So, I told him that it could be the heater system, because it was cold outside. He said that he would go to the foot of the stairs and call down to the guy at the front desk to bring us a flashlight, since we didn't have one. I told him that I would go instead (to tell you the truth, I didn't want to be alone with this apparent thing in the room bothering us).

Luckily, there were flood lights in the hallway and also that we were only on the second floor, so it wasn't too difficult to call down to the person behind the front desk. Of course, when I did call down, I'm sure that I woke everyone up with my big mouth. I didn't want to say that there was a "ghost" in our room (I didn't want anyone to think that I was crazy) so I said that I think that we have a "rat" in our room (which I'm sure would have scared a lot of people if they had heard that...LOL!) I asked him if he could please bring us a flashlight. He did, and when he walked into our room, the crackling noise just stopped. So, both he and my husband looked around the room and found nothing. So, the guy left to go back downstairs. Just as soon as he left, the crackling noise started up again. I went back to the foot of the stairs and called down to the guy again, to please come back with the flashlight. This time, he brought an extra flashlight with him. He came into the room, and as soon as he came in, the noise stopped again. This time, he turned off the flashlight, and the noise started up. So, he turned it back on again and gave use the extra flashlight. He shrugged his shoulders and said that it was a mystery and left. We kept the flashlight on for awhile, and then my husband said that this was crazy and turned it off. Of course, the crackling noise came on again and kept making the noise until it finally just stopped (maybe about twenty minutes or so).

It was a baffling mystery. Of course, looking back now, with the other experiences that I had encountered in our first townhouse that we had moved into, which I had wrote about awhile back (but of course I can't remember the title), I just figured it was one of those bothersome spirits. It's funny, though. I had experienced all this paranormal stuff in Japan, but, when we were stationed in Italy back in the mid 80s, the really only frightening thing that I had experienced over there, besides everyone driving faster than the speed of light and trying to squeeze into one lane (affectionately known as "Squeeze Alley." By the way, there was a "Squeeze Alley" at the foot of the hill where the hospital was located where I use to work.

Many babies were born in "Squeeze Alley" during rush hour on their way to the hospital to be born) was when I forgot to put the Tritico (which was the registration to the car) back into the glove compartment and my husband was stopped by the Italian military police on his way home from work one day (which they often did for the AFI "American Forces Italy" cars to make sure that the cars weren't stolen) and was surprised that the tritico was not there like it was suppose to be. If I remember correctly, I had taken the tritico out of the car for insurance purposes and had gotten busy with something else and just totally forgot to put it back. Luckily, the Italian police officer, who spoke very good English, said that he had a wife, too, and that he understood and let my husband go on. My husband was pretty angry with me, which he had all the right to be...LOL! Thank you for listening to one my, again, long winded stories. I look forward to any comments about what you all might think that crackling noise was. Have a great evening! Sent in by Bonnie, Copyright 2012

The Ghost on the Stairs Looked at Me

My grandparents house has been known to be haunted for at least 2 decades. In the past TV's have turned on and off at will, things move, black figures are seen at the corner of your eyes, muffled voices are heard, and the most famous paranormal activity of all is the sightings of what my cousins call, "The White Lady."

The White Lady is a ghost that my older cousins, who were at the time toddlers, used to talk about. Both my grandmother and grandfather are aware of the fact that there house might be haunted. There are many disturbing events that have happened in the past that many can not explain. I had always wondered if "The White Lady" was real. And in October of 2008 I believe I finally met her.

Many people have felt a strange presence when they travel up the stairs to the second floor. It's kinda hard to explain, but, it just has a eerie feeling that makes you feel uneasy. It's also quieter than the rest of the house when you start to descend the staircase. Anyway, to me this was the perfect place for me to see a ghost. Which I did. Right at the top of the stairs.

I was spending a night or two overnight at my grandparents house. There had been family problems in the past and it had been many years sense I slept there overnight. I just, wasn't close with them that much. So, my grandfather offered to sleep in the guest room while me and my grandmother slept in the master bedroom in a huge bed.

It had been a while where I was asleep, and for some reason I still don't understand, I randomly woke up and sat up in bed. I focused towards the bedroom door that was partly open because it would not fully close. I only starred at the door for maybe 10 seconds or less, when I saw a white apparition of a women standing at the top of the staircase. (When you look outside the master bedroom door you can look out directly at the top of the staircase.) Now, but I wasn't thinking then, I thought about the " White Lady." I feel I truly saw her.

The apparition was cloudy. Not see threw like I have heard in other ghost stories. She was a cloudy upright figure. She had no color anywhere. She was a almost perfect outline of a woman. I could see the outline of her hair, waist, head, her arms resting at her sides, and a ankle length dress. She had a very graceful walk. And to me, she seemed like a younger woman. Maybe very young. She was staring down the hallway where my grandfather was sleeping. She looked straight ahead for most of the time I saw her. But, what really startles me now, is that she looked at me. I saw her rather slowly move her head sideways and look right at me. She had no face. Just a flat slightly curved head.

I realize know why my cousin's called the phantom the " White Lady." Everything about her was white. She was a white apparition. It was pretty easy to see her. While she looked at me, I think know about that she looked at me longer than usual. She didn't just give me a glance and vanish. She looked at me for about 5-8 seconds, and formed into a mist like form and floated quickly into the next room. Then I went back to sleep. I haven't seen her sense then. But I want to so badly.

Ask me anything about my experience. Your opinions too.

Written by Haley Cook, Copyright 2012