Red Eyes Growling Voice and Creepy Blinking Dolls

This began about four years ago,when I first moved into my house. Ever since I had walked into the door way I felt something was wrong with this place. I was about nine-ish at the time and didn't really know how to take it and I still do not know.

I had just gotten home from school, and had turned on the TV. Homework was finished, so not much to worry about. Anyway, I flipped on the TV (positioned in front of a window facing a wall with a vent) when two little red dots appeared on the screen, like eyes. It stalled for about 5 minutes then faded back into the screen. I was startled by this and switched of the TV. This happened about 12 times every time I watched TV.We repositioned the TV for space purposes and the red eyes stopped.

The growling noises happened about 2 years later. It was 9:30. I had laid in my bed for about an hour before I drifted into a daze. My dog, Bandit, laid by me. I awoke suddenly by a hideous groaning noise coming from under my bed. Sort of like a man in agony and a mix of anger with it. It was 5:30 am. It happened the next few weeks also, then stopped, then started again all at the same exact time, each different days/weeks apart.

This also happened to my 16 year old brother, but instead he heard it outside his window at 12:00 (I heard it too, but wasn't really all that scared.) My mother smudges the house monthly, but no luck lately.

The doll incident was very strange. I was cleaning my room but had just gotten to my porcelain dolls. I began dusting one of them off when out of the corner of my eye, I saw my littlest one (Cinderella, as hinted for her size and features), blink twice. I continued on thinking it was just me. I came to Anastasia (like the movie) and nothing happened so I finished with her, then came Elisabeth (my middle name, she looks like me). Then Mae (she looks like my friend Netty Mae) But as I was cleaning Mae, my Japanese doll, Mulan, fell over. Her stand was completely stable so I cant explain why she did this. I will update you on new happenings in my home. Thank you for reading. My name is Rita Aiken, and I am 12 years old. Please comment as you may.

Written by Rita Aiken, Copyright 2010 http://www.ghost-space.com/

Haunted Manor House in Williamsburg Virginia

This summer my friends Corinne and Derek and I stayed at a resort. It was awfully nice and the rooms were great. Each family got a two story suite.

We had decided to take a long walk on the way to the pool. About mid-way there we stopped and saw this huge mansion. It was worn with age but it was yet beautiful. Corinne's face was blank as we walked toward it. "This is the Manor House," she said, "I saw it in a brochure at the check-in house. This house is haunted and whoever walks through the gate is cursed."

I quickly grabbed Derek's shirt, he was only half a step away from walking in. I have always believed in ghosts from many personal experiences. So we agreed to go straight to the pool to avoid anything scary happening. As I was turning around to walk I saw an old lady with a Bonnet on her head wearing pilgrim like clothing. She smirked at us and walked away from the window. I jumped and told both of them what was going on.

Later that night we were all watching TV while our parents were talking. I had one of those moments when my eyes focused in and they just so happened to focus on a portrait. I stuttered over my words "Mumumumumumumumumum.... Manor House!" Corinne and Derek looked over and saw the house too. We all gasped and got up from the sofa to get a better look. Low and behold as I was searching around at the house. I saw an old lady with a Bonnet on her head standing wearing pilgrim like clothing in the same window I saw her in. We all gasped even louder.

For the rest of the week we were still a little shocked but yet comfortable in our hotel. On check out day I saw the exact same portrait. I walked to see the date the picture was painted and saw July 12, 1887. I thought, "How could the lady in the painting from 1887 be here today in 2009?" A young man walked up and said, "You know that house has a ghost story to it. People see the ghost of Mrs. Katy DeLuibve all the time. She's that lady in the right there in that window." As he turned and walked away my face grimaced. I never really told them that the lady we saw in the window was indeed a ghost.

This scared me so much! It was more intense than it sounds.

Written by Brenton, Copyright 2009 http://www.ghost-space.com/

The Killer Hands that Killed My Best Friend

This happened to my closest friend, I guess I can't see her anymore.

Me and my friend were on a school field trip to Oldham we went to this pantomime place and my friend had relatives there and she told me to follow her, so we sneaked out of the pantomime and I followed her.

We were at this bridge we went through it and it had pictures of hands all over it.

We went to her cousins house and her auntie made us some noodles but then we had to go. So we went back through the  bridge but this time my friend said that she didn't want to go back because she wanted to remember this trip. So she said why not draw on the hands to show that we were here, but I told her there's no point we might as well go quick before we get caught.

But she got a black marker out of her jeans and started to graffiti one of the hands, then she started to draw on another but this time she put the marker back in her jeans but while she was doing that me and her were walkin out of the bridge I was ahead. But with out me realizing the last hand she drew on strangled her to death, the reason why I knew was because I was talking to myself(thinking I was talking to Tiffany [My Friend] ) but there was no reply so I went back into the bridge and saw her body just laying there I screamed and grabbed her cell phone and dialed 999. The police came 20 minutes later.

While I was waiting for them I saw something different from what I saw before that the hand that strangled her part of the index finger was sticking out from before, then the writing on the hand disappeared I screamed and ran out of the pantomime and was shivering.

That very same day when I was at home I was thinking about Tiffany, then her mother rang saying where is she I told her that I never saw her.(because I thought that she would never believe me and might blame it all on me because Tiffany's mother had always blamed things on me since the day I met her).  Then she rang back 30 minutes later saying that she was dead!

When I went to bed I couldn't stop thinking about it firstly my friend had died secondly that it was a picture of a hand that killed her and thirdly how the police found the number to call her mother.

3 weeks later it was the funeral I was so upset I couldn't stop crying. Tiffany's cousins from Oldham which I'd met were there talking to her mother. At first I thought that her cousins might tell her mother that I was actually there, and to my surprise they actually did.

So Tiffany's Mum and my mum were coming to me they took me to the grave yard and found a  bench we all squashed on one and Tiffany s mother (Georgia) was asking me what actually happened that night I decided to tell the truth. But for some reason they actually believed me.

After the funeral Georgia told me about the bridge saying that Tiffany knew about what happened there along time ago ( An artist drew 5 pictures of hands and put them there and then one day this boy went in the bridge and tried to pull the pictures down but then, the artist came and saw him doing that and grabbed him and split his throat and killed him the artist chopped his hand off and some how squashed it flat and put it in a golden frame and hung it up) She said that it was haunted and who ever does anything to that frame will be strangled to death.

But the only thing she couldn't work out was why Tiffany did it.
Now I just remember that date. 17/4/05

Yet again you might not believe this but it's true and I will NEVER for get it because to me when ever I have flash backs about what happened I faint and Struggle to breathe, and now thats the only thing my mom is worried about telling me never to remember about it again but I can't help it.

Copy write 2009 http://www.ghost-space.com/

The Ghost that was called HIM by others

I was 9 at the time this happened. I can still remember every detail.
My mom was sleeping, leaving my older brother Matt to watch me. My dad had died when I was 2, so my mom worked 2 jobs and was tired when she got home.

I was in my room playing ds when I heard a clicking noise coming from my closet.  My closet was a walk in, so I could place many of my video games and such in it. I figured my dog, Scruffy, had licked some headphones again. But when I went to look, all of my electronics were on my shelfs.

I ignored the noise and continued playing. Soon after, I suddenly ran to the bathroom and threw up. This was strange because I didn't get sick often, and I hadn't eaten anything all day. When Matt took my temperature, I was perfectly normal.

I just figured I had sniffed something I was a bad reaction  too and this was my reaction. I went to my room and for the 3 hours I played ds. I soon became bored and turned to the wii. For some reason I couldn't get it to work right. It was either froze or took forever to load. This was strange because it was new.

I decided to go and play in my tree house. (this was at the beginning of June.) I cut myself on a branch and went inside to get a band aid. I decided to jump rope instead. When I began to jump, I felt something cold run down my arm. I looked at my arm to discover my wrist was bleeding. I was worried because I put a band aid on it and it was still bleeding. Weird.

I went inside to discover my brother was having the same problem. We tried to wake my mom, and when she did, she was pretty cranky. She wiped the blood off of us, and it seemed to return. She wrapped towels around our arms hoping it would work. Just as she finished she discovered it was time for her to go to work.

A few minutes after, my brothers friend Josh showed up. He came in and we all talked about what had happened. My family had just moved to this town, Josh had lived here all his life. He said there was a man (Josh called him " Him ") who took his own life by cutting his wrists and bleeding to death.

By now I was horrified, but Matt wanted to hear more. He said the man laughed evilly on Halloween night. Just as he finished, we heard the laughing. I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my back.

This happened for the next few weeks to my brother and I. We received scratches and heard laughter. We soon decided the best thing to do was to tell my mom. When we told her, she was stunned. She didn't wasn't to move, as we all loved the house. Matt suggested we have an exorcism done. We all decided it was a good idea.

As soon as we had the exorcism done, we felt relief. My brother and I never got any scratches again. We never heard laughter. We were all so happy.

We found out he was sick when he died. and his name was George.

Written By Lucy Walters copy right 2009 http://www.ghost-space.com/

The Ghost of Mr T Watches Over Us

When I was younger, I don't even remember how young, other than that I was younger than 8, my older sister, my two cousins (that were siblings) and I were very close. We often had sleepovers, even though one of my cousins was a guy, and the rest of us were girls.

Well, we were having one of those sleepovers, at their house, where we would all sprawl across their fold out mattresses in their big living room, and watch Mighty Ducks until we fell asleep. As usual, I was the last person to fall asleep, but this time was different. I had watched all of Mighty Ducks, even though I had seen it so many times already, and checked the clock at least twice. The last time I had checked the clock, it was past 1 AM, I think. When I finally happened to fall asleep, I only got about 5 or 6 hours of sleep, because as always, we wanted to get breakfast (which their mom was a master at making!).

That day, I don't even think I knew what day it was at that point, is one of the most memorable events in my life, because instead of waking up to the smell of homemade French toast and chocolate pancakes, we woke up and saw my Aunt (she isn't my blood relative, these cousins are my moms bro's kids), looking sad, and waiting for us to wake up. She told us that our cousins grandpa, the one that wasn't ours too, had died. His name was Mr. T, and I loved him a lot, like my own grandpa.

I had told my cousin (the girl, who is younger than me) that I knew how it felt, because I had a third Grandpa who had died (I know that I have a third, my parents are divorced, and my dad got remarried, so my step-moms dad is like my grandpa). I hadn't realized until now, that the real third grandpa I was talking about was Mr. T.

To this day, if I feel bad, or sad, or I'm thinking of that day, I feel a chill go through me, or warmth go through me, or some other odd feeling go through me. I think it's because Mr. T is watching over my cousins, my sister, and I. I still think, to this day, that the reason I couldn't fall asleep past 1 AM was that I can't fall asleep when someone I know and love is hurting or dying.

Years later I had moved into a new house half way through third grade, and lived a half mile away from my grandparents. My grandma's back had been hurting for ages, but she thinks that cracking someone's back is the same as breaking it, so refused to let that, or getting a massage, happen.

One night, I woke up at 5-something AM. I don't remember the exact time anymore, though. The next morning, my grandma, who would come over every morning so my mom could go to work early in the morning, didn't come. I didn't find out til that afternoon that the reason she wasn't there was that she had fallen on her way to the bathroom, at the same time that I woke up.

I have this habit of talking in my mind as if I'm talking to someone who died, and I really think it works, because, an hour later, I was still awake, and telling 'Mr. T', God, and everyone else up there that cared, about how my grandma's back had been getting horrible. As it happens, my grandma had been yelling for my half-deaf grandpa for an hour. Then, he miraculously actually heard her, and called my uncle (my blood-related uncle) and they got her to a hospital, on a stretcher, after getting an ambulance for her.

My grandma is perfectly healthy and can bend her back without it hurting. I seriously think that Mr. T saved her!

Sent in by Katie, Copyright 2009 http://www.ghost-space.com/

A Little Wildflower that will Haunt Me Forever

First let me make it clear that I don't believe in ghosts or demons or other such thing. I am a fairly sensible man of forty seven who has never had any fear of dark places or being alone anywhere at anytime of the day or night. For me, the fact that after all these years no indisputable evidence of the existence of ghosts has yet appeared, makes it seem very unlikely they do in fact exist. However, there are obviously mysteries and strange occurrences in this world of ours and one area that has always interested me are dreams. This is simply because sometimes my dreams are very vivid and lifelike and at times I am almost certain I have experienced something in a dream that has subsequently come true, but I am never completely sure. But one strange dream I had some years ago has kept me wondering ever since and I am no nearer to understanding how and why it happened... all thanks to a tiny wild spring flower.

My, and I guess most peoples most vivid dreams seem to occur as the night draws on towards dawn. There have been times when  dreaming just before dawn that I am not actually fully asleep, and in this state the content of the dream can be influenced to some extent. Again this is something many people have experienced. During these dreams, characters seem to come and go out of the shadows of my dark room some making vague contact with me, perhaps a dead relation or friend, or often just a totally unknown character. The main point being that none of these dream characters have ever made what I could call direct contact with me and they seem to always do what I am willing or expecting them to do, in other words I am in control. One dream changed all that forever.

I remember it was a blistering August heatwave and long after the sun had gone down behind Roger's Mountain a few miles away, the air was still unbearably heavy and sleep was something to be treasured when it eventually came when the night was almost over. One morning before dawn I dreamed. The room seemed misty and now and then some shadowy figure would appear from some corner and after some vague interaction with me, sometimes which had me in fits of laughter, they would melt away again... I was more awake than asleep, I knew I was dreaming and I had no fear. From one corner of the room the misty dark seemed to spread aside and brighten a little and from here walked a young woman. She was particularly vivid with a long whitish dress, long dark hair and she had her hands behind her back. I remember I was taken aback straight away, for she was looking straight at me as she walked slowly across the room towards the bed. She came closer and I could see she was in her twenties, pretty but certainly no great beauty that we men often hope to dream. She stood beside the bed and slowly took a bunch of little wild flowers from behind her back. She held out the flowers obviously for me to take, but as I reached for them she turned and walked away, but just before she melted into the mist she turned and looked at me straight in the eye.

I was very glad to wake up at that point and I was thoroughly shaken by the reality of this strange dream, but something far more disturbing was to come later that day in the safely of full daylight. I was pondering over this dream on and off throughout the day and I hoped I would never dream so vividly again. I got a phone call from my neighbor Sam at 5pm to say that he'd collect me to go fishing at six so after eating I went to my bedroom to collect my fishing gear. I knew the sheets were soaked in sweat from the night before so having a little time to spare before Sam was due to call I decided to change the two light sheet. I grabbed the sheets and instinctively shook them when they were off the bed. As I did something like a moth or butter fly drifted lightly to the floor. I picked it up and sat on the bed, I couldn't believe what I had in my hand. It was a freshly plucked spring flower that only grew in the little meadow near the stream. But this was mid august... these spring flowers had been gone since early March, yet here I had a freshly plucked one in my hand.

I sat on the bed until Sam's hooting horn broke my chain of thought. All I could think of was the girl in my dream and her bunch of fresh spring flowers, one of which I seemed to have in my hand right now. The young woman never appeared in my dream again, but the little spring flower is safely pressed in the pages of the old family bible. Is there any other explanation for that spring flower being in my room in mid August other than being put there by that girl... I have to admit there is none... I couldn't even make a wild guess. Who was she? Where did she come from?... I don't know, but the flower she carried were fresh... that surely means something, but what I have yet to even guess at.

Something my mother once told me began to play on my mind. When she was a child she was pushing her younger sister on a swing in the backyard. The rope broke and her sister fell heavily onto the rock hard parched ground. Severely injured she remained hanging between life and death for three days. On the third day my mother skipping home from school and too young to realize how badly injured her sister was, saw a familiar figure standing at the edge of a little wood. It was her sister. She was to make her holy communion some weeks later and her dress had already been bought, she was now wearing this dress which surprised my mother. They spoke very little. My mother sister just said she would be going away for a while but she would see her again someday. When my mother got home her sister was dead, laid out in her new dress. Many years later I held my mothers hand as she lay dying, she lived a long live and she wasn't sad. But one thing she said came to mind again later on."I'm going to meet my sister again after all these years"... "You never believed me did you?" She was right I didn't.

I wonder was that young woman in my dream my mothers sister? and if so where did she come from? Did she leave that one little fresh flower on purpose for me to find? And if she did just how many other seemingly unimportant items are we ignoring when something out of the ordinary occurs. With that one little flower now safely tucked away in the old bible, my view of the possible existence of "other places" has changed forever... The young woman who I believe visited me was a "conscious" being who made eye contact.... Maybe she'll call again... I'll be waiting.

Sent in by Tim Mc Caffrey, Copyright 2009 http://www.ghost-space.com/

Ghost at the End of the Bed

May 23, 2009 my friends and I were trying to have a normal, Girly sleepover. For us a normal sleepover is  watching scary movies, Telling ghost stories, talking about boys, and silly things like that!

But our neighborhood is something different. It was said that our neighborhood was built on an old burial ground. Up the street they had a portion of it left surrounded by a black fence, in which they had a few graves left.

My house is said to be the most " haunted" you can hear footsteps once in a while when everyone is asleep, and sometimes in the corner of your eye you can "see" things. That was why my house was so interesting.

Well, the night started out with me, Jessica, Lynn, and Danielle. We came to my house and ate some crappy food. The we went downstairs and watched 2 or 3 movies. In my basement, there is a spare room with two large double doors and a king-sized bed that we were going to sleep in. What we did is have us sleep Horizontal instead of vertical for more space.

We talked, and talked, and talked, and then we herd something. All my family members were asleep. From down in the basement we could hear heavy footsteps from above. They were slow and steady. We all were VERY freaked out, but in a few minutes we turned off the lights, and tried to go to sleep.

Lynn, woke up to the double doors flinging open. It was very loud. It was just my dog, and my sister Nicole. My dog jumped on the bed, (He wanted to sleep with us.) When my sister left she shut the doors. Then she came back, to pet the dog, and she left, but left the doors open. That's when Lynn saw it.

It was about 6 ft tall and it was hunched over, and its outline looks as if it had hair. It paced around the bed, 3 or 4 times. Lynn thought it could have been my sister, but She confirmed she was asleep at that time.

After we talked to my sister, we woke up Danielle, and noticed she had some type of grass substance under her. We went searching throughout my house, and found the same substance in the office.

Months later, my sister and I were wrestling on my bedroom floor and I looked up, and saw a large black figure run across the hall! I almost peed my pants. We all think that whatever it is, is not nice. After asking a Ouija board, it said that the thing was trying to harm my sister.

Never move to my neighborhood.

Written by Morgan, Lynn, and Danielle, Copyright 2009 http://www.ghost-space.com/

The Gate that Opens On It's Own

Jess and I have been friends our whole life and when this happen we were 12. We were hanging out with our boy friends and we were playing man-hunt with them and our cousin Twig and Nick's sister Rohl  (Nick's sister).
We had taken a little break in Jessica s garage when we heard some weird noises and a cold breeze every once in a while but we didn't care cause we thought we were safe in the garage. We sat there and all of the sudden Twigs cell phone was thrown across the room. We thought that Twig was pulling a trick. We got a little freaked out because you know would not anyone be thinking what is he trying to do here scare us?

The boys and Rohl got called home so they went home. Tristen, Jess and Twig went back to the house. On a path that the boys and Rohl took they had to pass a little fence that had a gate. About an hour later they called back and said that they were done with what they had to go home for and that they wanted to hang out in the barn. But they also said that when the went through the gate it opened all by it's self they did not have to touch it. We were all like now that's impossible and it was not the wind because it was facing the wrong way.

We didn't believe them so we walked through the gate when we went to go pick them up, and it did the same thing to us we were so scared we ran like little kids back home. We called them and said you come pick us up your boys so you come and get us. So they did come and they were running through the door and they said that some one was out there. We have seen them scared before but nothing like this. They were terrified.

We went inside and started to play spin the bottle and we were about ten minutes into the game and the bottle shattered we had no clue what to do. So we all decided to go to Tristen's grandma's for the night and nothing happen at all. Nothing has really happened sense then only now the gate always opens when you go through it.

So what is wrong with this gate is it being open and closed by a ghost whom is a gentleman that use to work at a hotel or some thing and is use to opening doors for every one or what.

Written by kristen jess copy right 2009 all rights reserved byhttp://www.ghost-space.com/ no part of this story may be used with out permission

The Dark Figures

It was about eight years ago and it was late. I was sleeping,when all of the sudden I was awoken with a tap on the right shoulder, I looked up and all I could see was 4 dark figures looking over me. I trembled with fear as I dashed out of my door to the living room. I snuggled under the covers as I kept trying to fall asleep, but all I could see was the 4 dark figures on the living room wall staring at me. I had not  seen the figures for seven years until just last year.

It was a slow day, my mom was around town and I was on the inter-net all day. Night fall came my mom just walked across the street and I was still playing on line, when suddenly I heard the noise of my bike tire spinning. I was wondering what was going on, my dad was visiting his mom and my mom across the street, so I said "who's in there?" no reply. So I repeated "who's in there?" and still no reply. I crept in the middle room slowly all I see is my bike on its side and the tire wheel spinning.

I told my mom, dad,and everyone I knew. The only one who believed me was my cousin Ryan, so I started to keep things to myself.

One day I walked in my mom and dads room and me and my dad were talking when all of the sudden black crows crowded the window seal. My dad told me that that many black crows means that someone was going to die. I was not to worried at the moment, but about a week later we got some grave news, my great grandmother died.

That is when things started to get really freaky.

I started to notice things going on around me. Whispering in the hallway, knocking on the walls, scratching in the attic,rocking chair in the middle room never stopped rocking,and the shadows started to appear agian. I had to show somebody other than my cousin, so I gathered my friend Blake and my uncle Jeff. We stayed up all night seeing things walking passed us and hearing whispering. We heard and saw doors opening and objects flying.

Its been one year now and I'm fourteen, but still to this day I see and hear things that nobody believes but the ones I've shown and few of the ones I've told.

Contributed by nicholas hewitt and Copyright © 2009 http://www.ghost-space.com/ all rights reserved. No part of this story may be used without permission. Thank you nicholas hewitt

Is My House Haunted?

One night me and my best friend were on the computer. We started hearing various songs by Nickelback. We didn't think it was a big deal, so we just shrugged it off our shoulders.

Well, the next night we heard a different song by the same artist. We began checking everything from radios, CD players, limewire, etc. We found no explanation.

We went to my room to get something, the radio turned on. Man were we scared. But, instead of running away like we should have we stayed there staring like idiots. Finally we snapped out of it and turned the radio down then off.

We then went to the living room to watch T.V. We turned it to The Grudge Two. A little while after the movie went off, we turned off the T.V and decided to go to sleep. Needless to say, We didn't get much sleep that night.

When I was getting ready to lay down, I looked into the reflection off the T.V and it looked as if a girl was standing in the other room. I quickly got up and turned the T.V back on. My friend asked me what I was doing. I said, "What does it look like, I'm turning on the T.V to watch it." My friend just gave me that, well no kidding look.

As I watch T.V I began to fall asleep.
The next morning I woke up around 12:00p.m. As usual, I got up and fixed me something to eat. I sat back down and turned the T.V on again. Then just to realize that I didn't turn the T.V off that night.

A little while later my parents come home. I asked them, "Did any of you turn off the T.V last night?" They replied, "No, I guess you did because we woke up around 10:35p.m. and the T.V was off." I looked at my friend and said, "Well, did you turn it off?" She replied with a smart comment, "Why would I turn it off when it ain't my place to turn it off?" I just shrugged.

Again, that night we were on the computer and we began hearing the artist Nickelback. This time, we heard another voice singing along with it. That's when it got crazy.

After a while I went outside, sat on the swing, and listened to my CD player. I then got the sense that something, or someone, was near me. I began looking around, I saw nothing. But then I look at the ground, and all of a sudden I see a dog lying down, dead. It couldn't have been my dog because I only had one dog, and she was inside. So I immediately ran inside.

I didn't bother to go back to the computer room, so I watch T.V. Soon, it was nightfall. I woke up, and went into the computer room, finding my friend turning it off. So we went into the living room and watched T.V as usual. She fell asleep on the opposite side of the couch as me, so I decided to get up and get a drink. While looking out of the corner of my eye, I could see a figure sitting on the small couch, I thought it was my mom, so I yelled out, "Mom!!" It didn't respond.

My friend's cover was on the back of that couch. When I went to lay down, I looked back at the couch, and something, or someone, was underneath the cover.
Till this day I still see the figure in the reflection.

Contributed by Cortney Marie Barnes and Copyright © 2009 http://www.ghost-space.com/ all rights reserved. No part of this story may be used without permission. Thank you Cortney Marie Barnes

My Ghostly Secret

You all know of my last story, My Ghostly Secret, well I am back to tell you more about my power. As I told you about Julia in my last story, this one is about another kid who died in my old house & his name was Benjamin, but I always called him Ben. His family where the second owners of the house. He told me how he was killed too. One night a man, no a murderer, snuck into his house & murdered everyone, his parents where able to cross over, but he wasn't . He stayed at my house with me & Julia, he was nice, & he likes to tell stories of his life & we listen, because his stories are fascinating. Well that's another ghost story come to an end, stay tuned to read my next one.

Copyright 2010 http://www.ghost-space.com/

Summer Vacation

It was the summer of 2007, in June, and my sister, my cousin, my friend Riley, and I were all jumping on the trampoline outside in the back. We were having a great time, then I suggested that we should have a sense (considering we were all into the paranormal and ghosts and stuff), everyone agreed, but we decided to jump a little longer. So we continued having fun, when my friend Riley glanced at the back sliding glass door to the basement, and screamed. We all looked over at the door, but saw nothing.

"What's wrong?" We asked.

She shivered and said that she had seen two pale, transparent figures in the window. She wasn't afraid of ghosts, but she said that their faces were only a shadow, so she couldn't see their faces, but she could sense them watching her. She said that there was a girl, about mid 20 or 30s, and a young boy, about 8-10.

We were all kind of shaky, but we sat down on the trampoline and decided to continue talking, trying to forget what just happened. Then Riley jumped and said "ow" quietly.

"What?" I asked. "Something poked me in the back." She said turning around.
I shrugged. "Seriously, you come sit here Steph." she said to my cousin.

Stephanie got up and sat down where Riley had been. A shocked look crossed her face and she reached around to her back, turning around.

We all got pretty freaked, so we decided to go inside, as long as it wasn't through the back door, so we walked around front. We went inside and went to the living room, turning on the light.

I went into the kitchen calling out "Anyone else want a marshmallow?"

Everyone said no, so I got out two giant marshmallows and started squishing them together, then I went back into the living room and plopped down on the big comfy chair, still squishing my marshmallow (it was something I enjoyed while I was deeply thinking, and it tasted good aft.

We started talking about what just happened, and Riley got a little jumpy because she was sitting on the couch by the window and it was getting dark outside, so I switched places with Riley. I was sharing the couch with my younger sister, Tinisha, and my cousin Stephanie, was in a rocking chair facing the couch and chair.

Riley asked if we could close the curtain because it was freaking her out, so we did.

Riley and Stephanie were freaking out but my sister and I kinda chuckled, we were used to the house, we lived in it after all.

Stephanie got freaked out, so she went and sat with Riley on the big chair, we talked for a bit about what happened on the trampoline, and I periodically went to the kitchen to get marshmallows to make me feel better,and chocolate milk for everyone. While I was in the kitchen Tinisha jumped and said that she had seen Stephanie's face look like an elderly lady's face, for a second, then it was back to normal.

I came back in and Stephanie moved back to the rocking chair, Riley moved back to the couch, and I moved back to the chair (so we're back where we started). Then Riley saw a silhouette of some people standing behind the rocking chair. Riley and I switched places again (so I was on the couch, Riley was on the chair). Riley asked if we could have a sign to know if there were actually others in the room, a smell, an noise or something, then she laughed a bit and said "How about the smell of pizza!" And a few seconds after she said that, the smell of stale cardboard pizza filled the room. We talked a bit more and Riley and Stephanie were giggling and laughing, then all of a sudden Tinisha started crying. She kept crying and mumbling something about a fire, we asked her a few questions, like her name, what she looked like, and stuff like that, we couldn't really understand her answers, but we thought for sure that she was possessed by one of the ghosts.

We thought she had died in a fire, but she said that her grandson, Damend, had died in a fire and she was supposed to be watching him, but because he was around 8, she didn't think he needed as much supervision, so had let him roam the house. A fire had started and she got out, thinking Damend had too, but when she looked up, she could see him in the window, crying. That's when he died.

Soon Tinisha stopped crying, but Riley had started crying and said that she couldn't move the bottom half of her legs, as if someone was holding her down. She said the hands got tighter and tighter, and she started crying from the pain, while everyone crowded around her, except me, I stayed in the couch, watching all this. We felt the presence of the elderly lady, but another one was holding her back, but it seemed like she got away from it because the pain was pushed away from Riley.

After a while, we started taking about it all, and Tinisha said "I think the grandmother was being held back by a father, or step- father, but it was definitely a male and was in the army at one point of his life." she continued, "And also that the person that was being held down (who was being 'played' by Riley) was someone who was younger then the elderly woman, and the elderly woman knew something was happening to her, so she fought back and went to the younger girls aid." She also thought that the people who were holding her down were two doctors, one was holding her and hurting her for the enjoyment in it, but the other was kind of forced to. And that the younger woman was probably the Damend's mother. We were talking more, then Stephanie gave a small scream and covered her face. When we asked what was wrong she said that she had felt a hand trying to wipe one of her tears away (because she had been crying). Riley started laughing and joked, "I think Damend wants to dance with you!"

We continued talking and stuff, I slid down to the ground and picked up a balloon from Tinisha's birthday party a few weeks ago, and I felt a tugging on it. I laughed a bit and knew it was Damend, so I played with him for a bit. Then my dad came in and said that it was time for bed.

That night, we think that everyone present who no longer had a body and a pulse, had moved on, except Damend and his grandmother. Every now and then, we can still since their presence near. A warm calming presence.

Contributed by Tianna and Copyright © 2009 http://www.ghost-space.com/ all rights reserved. No part of this story may be used without permission. Thank you Tianna

Haunted Hotel

Alivia There were some very strange thing happening at a hotel we were staying at. The things that happened to us were both scary and made us a little curious that is until one night.

Mariah-It was one night when we were goofing off, we ran so fast that I fell on the stairs (on purpose). I laid down pretending I was dead. I look in the reflection of a window and saw a pair of brown trouser and a pair of leather boots on a person walking up the stairs behind me. I was thinking it was someone who was going in who thought I needed help.
I looked back and to my surprise I saw no one. But I had heard heavy footsteps walking up the stairs before and after I looked. I rushed to my friend Alivia and told her what had happen, she didn't believe me until...

Alivia- I thought Mariah was completely  until I saw some one  looking like a foggy image of a person. I was in shock cause no one is see through. I immediately  told Mariah.  It sure enough was the same thing she had saw. The person had really bad style cause he had the brown trousers and a green shirt without anything written on it that I could see, I didn't see the shoes but I had a feeling.

Alivia, Mariah- we were watching a ghost show (cause were crazy) and the lights and T.V flickered not once but twice. Then about five minutes later we heard strange growls. So we got really scared.

So the next day we investigated all the places that had the most paranormal activity and on video caught some pretty insane stuff. First, we repeated what we had done yesterday on the stairs with a hidden camera and caught the beams of a light moving back and fourth, and something weird was happening to the walls. Later that day we heard knocking, growling, and something like a rumble. (don't know what it was). We are still puzzled about what had happened in this hotel.

so we will do further investigation untill we know exactly what was haunting us.

Contributed by Mariah & Alivia and Copyright © 2009 http://www.ghost-space.com/ all rights reserved. No part of this story may be used without permission. Thank you Mariah & Alivia