I moved into my apartment building last February. When my b/f and I moved in we were informed that the building was built in 1921. To give you an idea of the layout you walk in the front door and up some steps to the second story. Its kinda like a hotel a long hallway with doors on both sides. My mom lives on the second story, I live on the third.
Shortly after moving in my mom knocked on my door. She was white as a sheet and shaking. I asked what was wrong and she told me she had just seen a ghost in her dining room. I couldn't help believing her. So I got her calmed down and she went home. I forgot all about it until June.
My b/f had gone to work and I had my iPod on cleaning the kitchen. Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone standing there. I jumped and turned more towards what I was seeing. It vanished. I checked the whole apartment. Its not big since its a studio. When I didn't find anyone I was like ok.... time to go visit my mom.
Another time my b/f had gone to work and I was in the kitchen doing my makeup. I'm to short to see in my bathroom mirror. Anyway I heard a key in the door then it opened and shut. I asked what are you doing back. No answer, irritated I walked into the living room to find no one. I thought alright he's messing with me. I checked every where. Unless my cats have learned how to use keys and open doors I have a ghost.
Sometimes when I'm doing dishes I will hear a voice say hey. Or the water will go from hot to cold. That happens in my shower to. There have been times when I'm in bed and I feel someone touch my leg. My cats watch things that I cant see. Sometimes I nudge them with my foot, cause its freaky. That's it for now. I will keep you guys updated.
Sent in by TwoKittens
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Was I Cursed?
I am telling you a true story this story happened when I was 12 one day I woke up in the morning I went to my mother and fathers room no one was there I thought they went out afterwards I went downstairs I saw my breakfast in the oven my parents put a note saying "we're going shopping her is your breakfast heat it up we wont take long,take care honey". while I was eating my breakfast I heard a noise of cello tape being ripped off the wall it was getting pretty annoying then it sounded like a mouse at the top of the sealing I finished my breakfast I was washing my dishes then my parents came.
They had brought me some cloths I went to try them on they were nice cloths when I finished trying on on my cloths I told my mom I heard a noise of cello tape being ripped and a mouse noise up the sealing she told me it was probably our neighbors or something but I told her we live in a detached house we shouldn't be hearing any noise I was like oh-well in the morning I woke up I went to church I met my cousins and their parents I saw this girl crying and her mother was holding her on her shoulder.
She was a normal girl then I looked away afterwards I looked back at her she had one eye in the middle of her fore head I screamed loudly and I started crying even though I rubbed my eyes and I still saw her with 1 eye I was really scared I thought I might of been sleepy that's why I saw her like that. after 6 months I heard the same cello tape noise and mouse noise in the corners of the sealing I was really confused I went to have a bubble bath so I put the water to fill the tub then I put shampoo I went inside the bath tub I was thinking about stuff then I slept without knowing I was probably tired.
I woke up on my mums knocking on the bathroom door I told her I was going to come out soon but I was surprised because all my cloths were on the floor I don't remember throwing them on the floor when I went out my mom was turning her back I was trying to tell her what happened but it wasn't my mom it was another woman she looked like the girl I saw at church and I heard the noise of the ripping cello tape and the mouse noise but she was wearing like my mum and she was tall like her I screamed really loud after that I fainted I woke up in hospital my neighbors had called the ambulance to take me to hospital my parents weren't there I asked my neighbors if they saw my parents in the house they said they didn't after that I was dropped off in a new home.
Sent in by Kate Bondigra
They had brought me some cloths I went to try them on they were nice cloths when I finished trying on on my cloths I told my mom I heard a noise of cello tape being ripped and a mouse noise up the sealing she told me it was probably our neighbors or something but I told her we live in a detached house we shouldn't be hearing any noise I was like oh-well in the morning I woke up I went to church I met my cousins and their parents I saw this girl crying and her mother was holding her on her shoulder.
She was a normal girl then I looked away afterwards I looked back at her she had one eye in the middle of her fore head I screamed loudly and I started crying even though I rubbed my eyes and I still saw her with 1 eye I was really scared I thought I might of been sleepy that's why I saw her like that. after 6 months I heard the same cello tape noise and mouse noise in the corners of the sealing I was really confused I went to have a bubble bath so I put the water to fill the tub then I put shampoo I went inside the bath tub I was thinking about stuff then I slept without knowing I was probably tired.
I woke up on my mums knocking on the bathroom door I told her I was going to come out soon but I was surprised because all my cloths were on the floor I don't remember throwing them on the floor when I went out my mom was turning her back I was trying to tell her what happened but it wasn't my mom it was another woman she looked like the girl I saw at church and I heard the noise of the ripping cello tape and the mouse noise but she was wearing like my mum and she was tall like her I screamed really loud after that I fainted I woke up in hospital my neighbors had called the ambulance to take me to hospital my parents weren't there I asked my neighbors if they saw my parents in the house they said they didn't after that I was dropped off in a new home.
Sent in by Kate Bondigra
Mirror Mirror
I was 'ghost hunting' with friends and we were going to look at a house that one of us had lived in. She and her relatives had several stories of sightings and interacting with the spirits in the house.
All ghosts with a cold nature, not cold as in mean, but as in benign. All but one, who inhabited a room on the upper level, one thing about the house is that the roof is caving in, the worst part being exactly where the 'evil' spirit resides.
I was told by the girl who lived there and her sister "Do NOT go into that room."
But of course, I'm a fool, and curious.
So I went into the room and I looked into the mirror on the wall.
At first it seemed 'normal', then as I looked at my face, I realized that MY face and HIS face were different.
HIS face looked confused (I'm sure I did too after watching HIS face change), but then he looked scared, not scared like freaked out, but scared like he was witnessing something unexplainable, something horrific, and then the face changed to an indescribable blank. The face looked emotionless and the eyes looked empty. HIS face was dead and I stood there in awe of what was happening before me.
I told this to the girl and her older sibling who had lived in the house and I found out that two other people had encountered a similar experience, very similar. Perhaps even identical to my own.
I'm haunted by that face and HIS emptiness.
Sent in by Xe
All ghosts with a cold nature, not cold as in mean, but as in benign. All but one, who inhabited a room on the upper level, one thing about the house is that the roof is caving in, the worst part being exactly where the 'evil' spirit resides.
I was told by the girl who lived there and her sister "Do NOT go into that room."
But of course, I'm a fool, and curious.
So I went into the room and I looked into the mirror on the wall.
At first it seemed 'normal', then as I looked at my face, I realized that MY face and HIS face were different.
HIS face looked confused (I'm sure I did too after watching HIS face change), but then he looked scared, not scared like freaked out, but scared like he was witnessing something unexplainable, something horrific, and then the face changed to an indescribable blank. The face looked emotionless and the eyes looked empty. HIS face was dead and I stood there in awe of what was happening before me.
I told this to the girl and her older sibling who had lived in the house and I found out that two other people had encountered a similar experience, very similar. Perhaps even identical to my own.
I'm haunted by that face and HIS emptiness.
Sent in by Xe
Good Ghosts Or Bad Ghosts?
Hi. I am Hayley, and I have had some encounters with the spirit world in my house.
I am currently 14, and moved into my house about 6 years ago, when I was 8 years old.
My dad and I are very spiritual, and we can sense the spirits around us, and are kind of psychic.
I remember, the first night we stayed in the house, when I was 8 years old, I felt something. It was me, my step sister, my dad, and my step mom, all sleeping in what is now the dinning room. I woke up during the night, cause I couldn't sleep, and I felt like someone was there, watching me.
Now, my basement has this eerie, creepy feeling when you go down there. Well, my dad and I feel that way when we go down there.
About last year, when I got home from school, I was home alone, cause my mom and dad were at work, and my sister went out to get food. All of a sudden I heard the creaking from the floor above me. My house is pretty old, and when you walk around in the dinning room and living room, you can hear the creaking of the footsteps from the basement. At first, I heard the screen door open, then the regular door open, and I thought that it was my sister. But then after I heard that, the house got really quiet and I got suspicious and went upstairs to see who it was. When I got upstairs, I looked around for someone but no one was there. I was kind of scared but I went down into the basement to finish my homework.
A few minutes after that, I heard someone walking around, and the chairs in the dinning room move around, then silence again. I was too scared to move and go upstairs so I finished my homework, and gathered all my stuff together and put it in the closet in the basement.
Now, in my basement we have a bathroom that used to be my bathroom. And whenever I was in the basement, I always felt like there was someone watching me, and when I was in my bathroom, there was a different feel. It felt free, like I was finally safe, which was very weird. Whenever I would go up the stairs from my basement, it would feel like there was someone behind me and following me, and I still feel this way, so I run up the stairs. Once I was walking up the stairs, trying not to give into whatever is in my basement, and something, or someone pushed me.
One night, during the summer I was sleeping, and all of a sudden I heard a man's voice talking, and it sounded like there was a party going on downstairs in the living room and it sounded like he was saying goodbye to everyone. Then I heard footsteps on my stairs, up to my room,and then silence. I couldn't move, cause I was so scared.
A few weeks after that, my little sister has one of those toy phones, that when you pick it up and press the buttons it says "Operator operator can I have your number?". So one night, the phone started going off, saying 'operator operator can I have your number? rinnggg ringgg' and my little sister was sleeping. No one was touching the phone, and it just kept going as if someone was pressing all the keys at once. I got really scared, so I got up, and headed over to my t.v to turn it on, cause it makes me feel safer when its on for some reason. As soon as I got up, and headed into the direction of the t.v, the phone stopped ringing, and I turned on the t.v and headed over to my bed again. It started ringing again, and I tried to ignore it, and went to bed. The next day I told my dad what happened and he said,"did you answer it?" I said,"no I was too scared." he said" well if it happens again, answer it and see who it is" so the next night, it started ringing again, but I was too scared to answer it.
I'm not the only one in my family to experience weird things in my house.
My dad woke up one night and couldn't sleep, and went into my living room to sit for a little bit. My little sister was missing part of her toy for a while when this happened,and we couldn't find it anywhere. all of a sudden my dad started hearing 'triangle, triangle' cause that was the piece that was missing. he followed the sound and found the missing piece, the toy wasn't in the part that made the noise...
also, my dad was taking a shower once, and all of a sudden, a brand new shinny 2010 penny fell from outa nowhere.
I've talked to my dad about everything and how I feel something in my house, and he tells me he does to, but we don't know what they are. we also feel the negative energy in my basement, and we don't know how to get rid of it. if you have any advice, then please help.
I hope you enjoyed my story, and believe me.
Sent in by Hayley
I am currently 14, and moved into my house about 6 years ago, when I was 8 years old.
My dad and I are very spiritual, and we can sense the spirits around us, and are kind of psychic.
I remember, the first night we stayed in the house, when I was 8 years old, I felt something. It was me, my step sister, my dad, and my step mom, all sleeping in what is now the dinning room. I woke up during the night, cause I couldn't sleep, and I felt like someone was there, watching me.
Now, my basement has this eerie, creepy feeling when you go down there. Well, my dad and I feel that way when we go down there.
About last year, when I got home from school, I was home alone, cause my mom and dad were at work, and my sister went out to get food. All of a sudden I heard the creaking from the floor above me. My house is pretty old, and when you walk around in the dinning room and living room, you can hear the creaking of the footsteps from the basement. At first, I heard the screen door open, then the regular door open, and I thought that it was my sister. But then after I heard that, the house got really quiet and I got suspicious and went upstairs to see who it was. When I got upstairs, I looked around for someone but no one was there. I was kind of scared but I went down into the basement to finish my homework.
A few minutes after that, I heard someone walking around, and the chairs in the dinning room move around, then silence again. I was too scared to move and go upstairs so I finished my homework, and gathered all my stuff together and put it in the closet in the basement.
Now, in my basement we have a bathroom that used to be my bathroom. And whenever I was in the basement, I always felt like there was someone watching me, and when I was in my bathroom, there was a different feel. It felt free, like I was finally safe, which was very weird. Whenever I would go up the stairs from my basement, it would feel like there was someone behind me and following me, and I still feel this way, so I run up the stairs. Once I was walking up the stairs, trying not to give into whatever is in my basement, and something, or someone pushed me.
One night, during the summer I was sleeping, and all of a sudden I heard a man's voice talking, and it sounded like there was a party going on downstairs in the living room and it sounded like he was saying goodbye to everyone. Then I heard footsteps on my stairs, up to my room,and then silence. I couldn't move, cause I was so scared.
A few weeks after that, my little sister has one of those toy phones, that when you pick it up and press the buttons it says "Operator operator can I have your number?". So one night, the phone started going off, saying 'operator operator can I have your number? rinnggg ringgg' and my little sister was sleeping. No one was touching the phone, and it just kept going as if someone was pressing all the keys at once. I got really scared, so I got up, and headed over to my t.v to turn it on, cause it makes me feel safer when its on for some reason. As soon as I got up, and headed into the direction of the t.v, the phone stopped ringing, and I turned on the t.v and headed over to my bed again. It started ringing again, and I tried to ignore it, and went to bed. The next day I told my dad what happened and he said,"did you answer it?" I said,"no I was too scared." he said" well if it happens again, answer it and see who it is" so the next night, it started ringing again, but I was too scared to answer it.
I'm not the only one in my family to experience weird things in my house.
My dad woke up one night and couldn't sleep, and went into my living room to sit for a little bit. My little sister was missing part of her toy for a while when this happened,and we couldn't find it anywhere. all of a sudden my dad started hearing 'triangle, triangle' cause that was the piece that was missing. he followed the sound and found the missing piece, the toy wasn't in the part that made the noise...
also, my dad was taking a shower once, and all of a sudden, a brand new shinny 2010 penny fell from outa nowhere.
I've talked to my dad about everything and how I feel something in my house, and he tells me he does to, but we don't know what they are. we also feel the negative energy in my basement, and we don't know how to get rid of it. if you have any advice, then please help.
I hope you enjoyed my story, and believe me.
Sent in by Hayley
Monday, February 25, 2013
The Murder House
My old baby sitter lived there with her dad. I had never been in the house. Not until last year...
I was ten years old. My mom told me we were moving. We had just moved in. I had to share a room with my little sister in the smallest room while my mom slept downstairs and my brother and my baby brother got the biggest room. My room was the one across from the bathroom, my brothers was by the bathroom and he had a closet that lead to the bathroom.
I was dreaming. But this wasn't like any other dream. It was a nightmare. This is what my nightmare was...
I was playing RockBang on the Wii. I was a master at the guitar. My mom walked in my room and just looked at me. There was no sound from the t.v. I paused the game and looked back at my mom. She was gone. I looked back to the guitar to see it floating in the air. I yelled for my mom. And all of a sudden I was pinned down on my bed and everything was black. I tried to scream but someone was covering my mouth. I could feel someone putting all their weight on my chest. My rips felt like they were getting pressed closer and closer together. I couldn't breathe.
My eye's flashed open and I woke up and almost screamed, but something stopped me. A women was laughing. I looked around the room. The t.v was on, but it was turned all the way down. My little sister was at her grandma's. I didn't believe in ghosts then.
The next morning I didn't tell anyone about the dream. My friend Payton walked up to me at lunch and asked me where I lived at.
I told her the address and her eye's widened. "That's the house where someone was murdered in!" She said. I had never heard of any murder in our small town. "What?" I asked. "The news said about thirty years ago there was a murder in that house. It said about ten people were murdered in there! Two little boys were murdered in the closet of the room across from the bathroom, three little girls were murdered in the room by the bathroom, a woman murdered in the bathroom, and about three men murdered down stairs." She said. "Your such a liar!" I said. "If you don't believe me then go into your closet and look down at the trim and you will see the words help." She said. "Fine." I said.
I went home that night and did what I was told. I looked at the trim in my closet, and sure enough there were the word 'help' carved on it. My mouth dropped. There was no way ghosts exist, I thought.
Two years passed without anything happening. I had this empty water bottle on my night stand because my throat was always dry. I woke up and heard my empty water bottle being swished and moved. I turned over and faced my water bottle and from the light of my radio I saw a man in a orange sweatshirt and blue jeans. I couldn't see his face or anything above his shirt. My heartbeat quickened and I froze. I couldn't move. I was too shocked. How could there be a man in my room?
A couple nights passed and everything was normal. I woke up again one night and heard the same noises. I rolled over in my bed and opened my eyes. This time I saw a little boy. He was kneeling by my bed. I could feel his cold hand by my chin. He didn't have a shirt on and I couldn't see his face either. I was exhausted from the other night but I couldn't shut my eyes. How was this possible? I mean ghosts don't exist, do they? This was just too weird.
If anything else happens I will tell...
Sent in by Jade
I was ten years old. My mom told me we were moving. We had just moved in. I had to share a room with my little sister in the smallest room while my mom slept downstairs and my brother and my baby brother got the biggest room. My room was the one across from the bathroom, my brothers was by the bathroom and he had a closet that lead to the bathroom.
I was dreaming. But this wasn't like any other dream. It was a nightmare. This is what my nightmare was...
I was playing RockBang on the Wii. I was a master at the guitar. My mom walked in my room and just looked at me. There was no sound from the t.v. I paused the game and looked back at my mom. She was gone. I looked back to the guitar to see it floating in the air. I yelled for my mom. And all of a sudden I was pinned down on my bed and everything was black. I tried to scream but someone was covering my mouth. I could feel someone putting all their weight on my chest. My rips felt like they were getting pressed closer and closer together. I couldn't breathe.
My eye's flashed open and I woke up and almost screamed, but something stopped me. A women was laughing. I looked around the room. The t.v was on, but it was turned all the way down. My little sister was at her grandma's. I didn't believe in ghosts then.
The next morning I didn't tell anyone about the dream. My friend Payton walked up to me at lunch and asked me where I lived at.
I told her the address and her eye's widened. "That's the house where someone was murdered in!" She said. I had never heard of any murder in our small town. "What?" I asked. "The news said about thirty years ago there was a murder in that house. It said about ten people were murdered in there! Two little boys were murdered in the closet of the room across from the bathroom, three little girls were murdered in the room by the bathroom, a woman murdered in the bathroom, and about three men murdered down stairs." She said. "Your such a liar!" I said. "If you don't believe me then go into your closet and look down at the trim and you will see the words help." She said. "Fine." I said.
I went home that night and did what I was told. I looked at the trim in my closet, and sure enough there were the word 'help' carved on it. My mouth dropped. There was no way ghosts exist, I thought.
Two years passed without anything happening. I had this empty water bottle on my night stand because my throat was always dry. I woke up and heard my empty water bottle being swished and moved. I turned over and faced my water bottle and from the light of my radio I saw a man in a orange sweatshirt and blue jeans. I couldn't see his face or anything above his shirt. My heartbeat quickened and I froze. I couldn't move. I was too shocked. How could there be a man in my room?
A couple nights passed and everything was normal. I woke up again one night and heard the same noises. I rolled over in my bed and opened my eyes. This time I saw a little boy. He was kneeling by my bed. I could feel his cold hand by my chin. He didn't have a shirt on and I couldn't see his face either. I was exhausted from the other night but I couldn't shut my eyes. How was this possible? I mean ghosts don't exist, do they? This was just too weird.
If anything else happens I will tell...
Sent in by Jade
A Night Of Terror
I was in 7th grade and I was sleeping over with my friend for the first time at her house. The drive was alright, nothing weird about it, turning on her dirt road street, same, but turning into her dirt road 30 foot driveway, from the moment her father turned the car, it hit me. It got even worse when I walked into her two story house. It felt like someone, or something, was watching me. But the worst was when I entered her room. It felt like a heavy muggy-ness of fear. Her room was on the second story and the window had a view of the entire front yard. But for some reason, it seemed like something was waiting outside, just waiting.
Her closet... well to sum it up, her closet scared the crap out of me. It had no doors to close it, but behind the clothes was a small 3 foot door with a lock on it. Both her parents and her told me not to mess with it, they couldn't find a way to open it and frankly, I don't think they really wanted to.
After I lay my bag down I told her immediately that I didn't feel comfortable, she told me its okay, she never has felt comfortable in her room. Then she started telling me about this woman that she sees sometimes, a blonde tall woman with a white dress and blood on it. At first I thought she was just trying to scare me, but the look on her face told me she was telling the truth. So me, being naive, told her, "Lets try a Ouija Board!" She was hesitant, but reluctantly agreed.
I had seen a movie and generally knew how it was supposed to be set up, but I forgot one tiny bit of important information. ALWAYS PUT THE WORD GOODBYE! It was just a blessing from God that we didn't even do it that night. But we didn't know anything, so we were going to do it anyway. Using a perfectly working CD and a piece of construction paper, we made one. And for confirmation we brought her younger sister in as a witness, but right before we touched the makeshift Ouija board, we all got called down for dinner.
So we went downstairs and for about 45 minutes there was absolutely NO PERSON upstairs. When we arrive back to my friends room, there was blood on the board... bloody fingerprints over letters and numbers. And after looking at this board something in my mind had clicked the word 'Rose' and the number '2003'. It didn't make sense so I ignored it. But we were all freaked out so we convinced her sister and two brothers to hang out in the garage with us. The garage, it felt calm and relaxing. Plus it had a huge flat screen TV and games and it was a large, light white room. I felt safe.
Around 3 in the morning, I still hadn't fallen asleep so I was flipping through channel while my friend and he siblings slept. And coincidentally, the channel gets stuck on a ghost hunter show. So I'm just sitting there watching this and out of the corner of my eye I see it. The dark silhouette of a man, watching me from the brightly lit hallway across the room. I thought I was just imagining things, so I woke up my friend but kept staring ahead, I then asked her to do the same. At first she didn't see anything but then she screamed. Her parents ran from the opposite ends of the house where their bedroom was, to get to us.
We never really found out who or what that was but it definitely freaked us out. I don't remember how or when I fell asleep, but all I remember is waking up and it being morning. My friends parents had left, and they took her brothers and sister, only her and I remained in the house. And after what happened last night, I didn't want to be in that house, so we walked out. We were walking for about an hour or so when we came upon a long stretch of road. It was nice and cheery and warm out so we figured why not, and walked down it. About another 20 minutes later, we come upon a patch of land that is dark and cold. We walk closer to notice that there was a memorial, right where we were standing. On the white cross was a picture of a woman, early twenties, beautiful, blonde hair, blue eyes...she had died in a car crash in July, the year...2003. Her first name was Rose. Her last name was illegible to us. But as soon as I saw this I had chills and walked briskly away. My friend had to struggle to keep up with me, as I explained what just happened.
While we were nearing her house and finishing my story I look at her to notice her face is a ghostly white. That was the LAST time I ever went to her house. But I did take a souvenir with me. The CD... And as soon as I was home, I played it in my CD player, and I kid you not, it never worked again.
Sent in by Heavens-Angel
If you like reading Ouija Board stories you need to see Ouija Board Tales
Her closet... well to sum it up, her closet scared the crap out of me. It had no doors to close it, but behind the clothes was a small 3 foot door with a lock on it. Both her parents and her told me not to mess with it, they couldn't find a way to open it and frankly, I don't think they really wanted to.
After I lay my bag down I told her immediately that I didn't feel comfortable, she told me its okay, she never has felt comfortable in her room. Then she started telling me about this woman that she sees sometimes, a blonde tall woman with a white dress and blood on it. At first I thought she was just trying to scare me, but the look on her face told me she was telling the truth. So me, being naive, told her, "Lets try a Ouija Board!" She was hesitant, but reluctantly agreed.
I had seen a movie and generally knew how it was supposed to be set up, but I forgot one tiny bit of important information. ALWAYS PUT THE WORD GOODBYE! It was just a blessing from God that we didn't even do it that night. But we didn't know anything, so we were going to do it anyway. Using a perfectly working CD and a piece of construction paper, we made one. And for confirmation we brought her younger sister in as a witness, but right before we touched the makeshift Ouija board, we all got called down for dinner.
So we went downstairs and for about 45 minutes there was absolutely NO PERSON upstairs. When we arrive back to my friends room, there was blood on the board... bloody fingerprints over letters and numbers. And after looking at this board something in my mind had clicked the word 'Rose' and the number '2003'. It didn't make sense so I ignored it. But we were all freaked out so we convinced her sister and two brothers to hang out in the garage with us. The garage, it felt calm and relaxing. Plus it had a huge flat screen TV and games and it was a large, light white room. I felt safe.
Around 3 in the morning, I still hadn't fallen asleep so I was flipping through channel while my friend and he siblings slept. And coincidentally, the channel gets stuck on a ghost hunter show. So I'm just sitting there watching this and out of the corner of my eye I see it. The dark silhouette of a man, watching me from the brightly lit hallway across the room. I thought I was just imagining things, so I woke up my friend but kept staring ahead, I then asked her to do the same. At first she didn't see anything but then she screamed. Her parents ran from the opposite ends of the house where their bedroom was, to get to us.
We never really found out who or what that was but it definitely freaked us out. I don't remember how or when I fell asleep, but all I remember is waking up and it being morning. My friends parents had left, and they took her brothers and sister, only her and I remained in the house. And after what happened last night, I didn't want to be in that house, so we walked out. We were walking for about an hour or so when we came upon a long stretch of road. It was nice and cheery and warm out so we figured why not, and walked down it. About another 20 minutes later, we come upon a patch of land that is dark and cold. We walk closer to notice that there was a memorial, right where we were standing. On the white cross was a picture of a woman, early twenties, beautiful, blonde hair, blue eyes...she had died in a car crash in July, the year...2003. Her first name was Rose. Her last name was illegible to us. But as soon as I saw this I had chills and walked briskly away. My friend had to struggle to keep up with me, as I explained what just happened.
While we were nearing her house and finishing my story I look at her to notice her face is a ghostly white. That was the LAST time I ever went to her house. But I did take a souvenir with me. The CD... And as soon as I was home, I played it in my CD player, and I kid you not, it never worked again.
Sent in by Heavens-Angel
If you like reading Ouija Board stories you need to see Ouija Board Tales
Seeing Two Different Demons Vividly
A few days ago my wife’s brother came to our house. Two years ago he had told me that a thing is in his house. He told even that thing has touched him (his brow) but I didn’t get it serious and passed from his claim carefree.
When he came to our home recently, we discussed about various subjects in that night. All of a sudden he said: I saw that thing. For a moment I didn’t understand what he is talking about. Then he continued: I saw that demon in my home. Yes, I became up-to-date what was his meaning, he was talking about that thing which he had told me two years ago. I asked him to explain, he said:
A few nights ago I was alone in the home and was watching TV. For a moment I turned my head to my left side involuntary and unaware saw a demon has stood in end of the room and is watching TV. I just could see him momentarily and afterwards he disappeared immediately. I asked how was his shape? he replied: he was tall with a thin body. He had a very round face as a circle with two big and entirely black eyes also with a short, black and rich hair and with a wooden color skin. I tried to know more about that demon’s specification but he didn’t know more than what he had explained about him. He said to me:
I saw another demon too but she was a female demon, me seems she was a girl. I asked him explain about that another demon (demoness) too. He said: one night I was going back to my home, for a moment I sensed a person is in the rear car seat I turned my head and looked there, there was a demoness and when she noticed I am looking her, she disappeared. I asked him to explain about her specification for me. He said:
I didn’t see her face because her head was down and I just could see her hair that divided to two half on her face sides. I asked him was he scared from those two events. He laughed and told no but I felt he don’t say true because he is a man and his character don’t allow him to confess which he has scared in that two encountering. Anyhow, I learned him two pray and promised him if he read that prayer that demons will never come to him again. Also I realized that two demon and demoness live in his house and are from one family.
Sent in by Manss
When he came to our home recently, we discussed about various subjects in that night. All of a sudden he said: I saw that thing. For a moment I didn’t understand what he is talking about. Then he continued: I saw that demon in my home. Yes, I became up-to-date what was his meaning, he was talking about that thing which he had told me two years ago. I asked him to explain, he said:
A few nights ago I was alone in the home and was watching TV. For a moment I turned my head to my left side involuntary and unaware saw a demon has stood in end of the room and is watching TV. I just could see him momentarily and afterwards he disappeared immediately. I asked how was his shape? he replied: he was tall with a thin body. He had a very round face as a circle with two big and entirely black eyes also with a short, black and rich hair and with a wooden color skin. I tried to know more about that demon’s specification but he didn’t know more than what he had explained about him. He said to me:
I saw another demon too but she was a female demon, me seems she was a girl. I asked him explain about that another demon (demoness) too. He said: one night I was going back to my home, for a moment I sensed a person is in the rear car seat I turned my head and looked there, there was a demoness and when she noticed I am looking her, she disappeared. I asked him to explain about her specification for me. He said:
I didn’t see her face because her head was down and I just could see her hair that divided to two half on her face sides. I asked him was he scared from those two events. He laughed and told no but I felt he don’t say true because he is a man and his character don’t allow him to confess which he has scared in that two encountering. Anyhow, I learned him two pray and promised him if he read that prayer that demons will never come to him again. Also I realized that two demon and demoness live in his house and are from one family.
Sent in by Manss
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Sleep Paralysis And An Agonizing Pain
I was in a deep sleep when I was wakened by a weird pain on my waist. The pain was slight--just annoying but not excruciating. I couldn't go back to sleep until the pain was gone, two to three minutes later.
I woke up a second time and the pain was much more agonizing. I couldn't move; just my eyes. I kept looking around, wanting to see what was causing the pain cause it felt as if an elephant were sitting on my waist. It's still creepy for me to remember that pain. The pain was gone only a minute later and so I went back to sleep again.
The third time I woke up, the pain was the most painful, excruciating, agonizing pain I had felt in my life. I couldn't even move my eyes. All I could do was stare at the ceiling where I saw some weird, white-smoke-ish figure. The figure did NOT look like a ghost. It was just a cloud-like figure.
After the pain went away, I couldn't go back to sleep. But finally I did. That's not the only thing that has happened to me in my house. Actually, on my ceiling, there are dirty handprints, as if someone were crawling on the ceiling. I have tried to wash those handprints off but they just wont come off.
My sister constantly wakes up exactly at 3am. And she claimed that one day, she saw a woman in black cross from MY room to hers. My mother has felt people push her--not strongly enough to fall on the ground. Things fall of all the time (that, though, can be explained).
One day, I thought my mother was with me in the house. But when she got home, I was confused cause I could swear I had seen her. I'm not sure that really happened, though, cause it still feels like it was a dream.
Sent in by Diana
I woke up a second time and the pain was much more agonizing. I couldn't move; just my eyes. I kept looking around, wanting to see what was causing the pain cause it felt as if an elephant were sitting on my waist. It's still creepy for me to remember that pain. The pain was gone only a minute later and so I went back to sleep again.
The third time I woke up, the pain was the most painful, excruciating, agonizing pain I had felt in my life. I couldn't even move my eyes. All I could do was stare at the ceiling where I saw some weird, white-smoke-ish figure. The figure did NOT look like a ghost. It was just a cloud-like figure.
After the pain went away, I couldn't go back to sleep. But finally I did. That's not the only thing that has happened to me in my house. Actually, on my ceiling, there are dirty handprints, as if someone were crawling on the ceiling. I have tried to wash those handprints off but they just wont come off.
My sister constantly wakes up exactly at 3am. And she claimed that one day, she saw a woman in black cross from MY room to hers. My mother has felt people push her--not strongly enough to fall on the ground. Things fall of all the time (that, though, can be explained).
One day, I thought my mother was with me in the house. But when she got home, I was confused cause I could swear I had seen her. I'm not sure that really happened, though, cause it still feels like it was a dream.
Sent in by Diana
Friday, February 15, 2013
Strange Things Going On At My Work Place
I moved to this old county estate which was turned into a school in Kent to work when I was 18. There isn't much history about the place apart from before the estate was built it was part of the forest. I did find out a rumor that there was some witchcraft that happened in the forest but I haven't found any proof.
To cut a long story short, it was announced that the school was closing. After that happened there was a bad energy that took over the place. One certain area was freezing cold even in the summertime. I saw shadow figures when I got in from my second job early in morning.
Things gradually got worse when I struggled to sleep because I always had a feeling of being watched and on one occasion I opened my eyes and saw a pair of eyes watching me from the corner of my room.
My friends in the cabin next door to me had things happen like their kettle keep boiling itself even after it was unplugged, lights being switched on and the sense of bad energy.
I don't know whether it is linked, but one of my old colleagues had bought a pack of tarot cards around this time and every reading he gave from them ended up being a bad reading.
I am interested what anyone thinks, I am not an expert at these things. But I guarantee that everything I have said is true.
Sent in by Ally
To cut a long story short, it was announced that the school was closing. After that happened there was a bad energy that took over the place. One certain area was freezing cold even in the summertime. I saw shadow figures when I got in from my second job early in morning.
Things gradually got worse when I struggled to sleep because I always had a feeling of being watched and on one occasion I opened my eyes and saw a pair of eyes watching me from the corner of my room.
My friends in the cabin next door to me had things happen like their kettle keep boiling itself even after it was unplugged, lights being switched on and the sense of bad energy.
I don't know whether it is linked, but one of my old colleagues had bought a pack of tarot cards around this time and every reading he gave from them ended up being a bad reading.
I am interested what anyone thinks, I am not an expert at these things. But I guarantee that everything I have said is true.
Sent in by Ally
My Daughters Imaginary Friends
My daughter, at a very young age, started speaking to imaginary friends. I call them that because I could not see them.
My daughter was from birth a very happy child that seldom cried and by the time she reached 16 months had endless conversations with her imaginary friends Javid and Carlyndin now these are names that she would not have heard in our household as we know no-one by those names.
Now I want to know could they have been ghosts that my daughter was playing with? When we moved from that house she asked me if Javid and Carlyndin could come with to the new house. I told her nope as the new house is going to be too small for all of us and I heard her tell her friends that. When I asked her what they said to that her reply was its ok they will stay at the old house.
She carried on speaking about them for awhile saying that she misses them and wants to go back to the old house.
Carol
My daughter was from birth a very happy child that seldom cried and by the time she reached 16 months had endless conversations with her imaginary friends Javid and Carlyndin now these are names that she would not have heard in our household as we know no-one by those names.
Now I want to know could they have been ghosts that my daughter was playing with? When we moved from that house she asked me if Javid and Carlyndin could come with to the new house. I told her nope as the new house is going to be too small for all of us and I heard her tell her friends that. When I asked her what they said to that her reply was its ok they will stay at the old house.
She carried on speaking about them for awhile saying that she misses them and wants to go back to the old house.
Carol
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Entity Over Take
This story actually happened to my father back in the late 80's.
My mother & himself were on an agricultural tour of Great Britain & Europe.
His story takes place in Germany at one of the Concentration Camps known as Dacque(?) (ok so my spelling sucks---get over it)
One of their side tours was to go thru this concentration camps.
My dad said they started the tour at the railroad cars just outside the camp. Everyone was allowed to enter in the cars & look around & etc.; while doing so the tour guide explained how life was like inside one of these cars.
After the tour of the cars the tour guide brought them to the main gate; he told them of the translation above the gates & etc..
He reminded them that several people had strange experiences once entering inside the gate. It was up to each person there to to take it as truth or as false---things did happened that no one could really explain.
Once inside the gate my dad claimed that he was taken over by one of those that perished in the ovens.
He was in complete control of his being though; but the entity that took him over wanted him to see what his life was like & how it ended. While the tour guide was going thru how the people there were processed, he also saw how this entity was asked to go with those to the ovens; he heard the German officers barking orders-dogs barking-families being ripped apart & etc..
Once they got up by the gas chamber & the ovens the entity told him this is what happened to me---this was "very" real & remember what you just saw. This was no propaganda! Many of us were murdered for our faith or whatever here.
After the tour came to an end & my dad walked out of the gates he shook himself to his senses--but he said the smell was un-godly.
Whomever says the Holocaust was not real---take a trip to one of the camps & see what happens to you!
Sent in by Becky9200
My mother & himself were on an agricultural tour of Great Britain & Europe.
His story takes place in Germany at one of the Concentration Camps known as Dacque(?) (ok so my spelling sucks---get over it)
One of their side tours was to go thru this concentration camps.
My dad said they started the tour at the railroad cars just outside the camp. Everyone was allowed to enter in the cars & look around & etc.; while doing so the tour guide explained how life was like inside one of these cars.
After the tour of the cars the tour guide brought them to the main gate; he told them of the translation above the gates & etc..
He reminded them that several people had strange experiences once entering inside the gate. It was up to each person there to to take it as truth or as false---things did happened that no one could really explain.
Once inside the gate my dad claimed that he was taken over by one of those that perished in the ovens.
He was in complete control of his being though; but the entity that took him over wanted him to see what his life was like & how it ended. While the tour guide was going thru how the people there were processed, he also saw how this entity was asked to go with those to the ovens; he heard the German officers barking orders-dogs barking-families being ripped apart & etc..
Once they got up by the gas chamber & the ovens the entity told him this is what happened to me---this was "very" real & remember what you just saw. This was no propaganda! Many of us were murdered for our faith or whatever here.
After the tour came to an end & my dad walked out of the gates he shook himself to his senses--but he said the smell was un-godly.
Whomever says the Holocaust was not real---take a trip to one of the camps & see what happens to you!
Sent in by Becky9200
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