At about the age of 9 or 10 years of age my mother, brother and new step-father (or at least was about to be) were living in Canberra after moving from Sydney because of a horrible experience, won't get into details with that. Anyway, one night I was sleeping in my room and at that time I was scared of the dark so whenever I'd fall asleep my mum would switch off the light. I was sleeping and I just all of a sudden woke up in god knows what time in the morning and just saw a hand out of my window (which was locked and on the side which the hand appeared you can't open the window).
The hand was turning and as I recall I think it was green with red nails. I was in total shock that I couldn't move or breathe and I finally got the courage to put my hand on the Quran and say a prayer and when I looked back the hand was gone.
I jumped up as fast as I could and ran to my brothers room because my mum always locked her door. I started screaming and crying but he just got angry because he was having a great dream of him flying with the characters in dragon ball z, great older brother Ali. He woke up and he started telling me to go to bed otherwise he'd wake up my mum and I was scared cause she always seemed to yell. Anyway he couldn't take it with me so he went to her room knocking and they tried to force me into bed but I got hysterical. As they were trying to put me to sleep I can recall a light only on me and the rest of my room was dark, just black.
Another time was when I had again waken in the same house (which was a town house) and awoke to my brother saying my name. Recalling the experience he looked transparent but I didn't notice at the time because I was too sleepy. Anyway I responded to my brother saying... "what, Ali?" but had no response. I woke up and no one was there. I went to my brother's room and found him sound asleep.
I'm 16 now and my brother still doesn't believe me about the hand... though I never mentioned the time when I thought I saw him in my room. Apparently my cousin was sleeping over and because I had two beds in my room he said he remembers the time how I got hysterical about the hand. He told me not to worry because apparently my brother saw red eyes. I don't understand why he still won't believe me. I mean I'm more mature and older now... and he saw red eyes... I don't get it.
Sent in by "Anonymous", Copyright 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Haunted Day Care
I work at a day care during the summer and the workers always joke that the place is haunted. There is nothing creepy or scary about the place, but they still say that it has a few spirits hanging around. So one day at about 3 o'clock, we are going to wake the kids up from their nap, when Holly comes out of the toddler room speechless. She told us that one of the little girls (3 years old) was sitting up on her cot, in the dark, while everyone else was asleep, pointing into the bathroom saying "That man scared me". Needless to say, we were all freaking out and the little girl, Megan, just kept saying that he was gone now, but that there was a man in the bathroom during nap time. She didn't mention it again the rest of the day, so we let it go.
Next day at breakfast, no one has mentioned the man to Megan and she looks into the bathroom and says, "He's still gone." I told her to let me know if he showed up. So later that afternoon she looks up suddenly and says "There he is! He's back!" and points into the bathroom. We all look... nothing is there. But she is just insistent. She goes and points to a box of extra clothes in the bathroom and says "He's being nosy!" We told her to tell him to go away, so she did. Then she said that he left and said bye. She told us that he was a nice man. We were all a little creeped out, but just told ourselves it was the imagination of a 3 year old.
After the weekend, Megan wasn't at daycare that day, but a little boy Josh, who WASN'T there the week before to hear about all of the "bathroom man" stories was. After nap, Josh told us that there was a man in the bathroom during nap time. I totally think that place is haunted now!
Sent in by Brianne, Copyright 2009
Next day at breakfast, no one has mentioned the man to Megan and she looks into the bathroom and says, "He's still gone." I told her to let me know if he showed up. So later that afternoon she looks up suddenly and says "There he is! He's back!" and points into the bathroom. We all look... nothing is there. But she is just insistent. She goes and points to a box of extra clothes in the bathroom and says "He's being nosy!" We told her to tell him to go away, so she did. Then she said that he left and said bye. She told us that he was a nice man. We were all a little creeped out, but just told ourselves it was the imagination of a 3 year old.
After the weekend, Megan wasn't at daycare that day, but a little boy Josh, who WASN'T there the week before to hear about all of the "bathroom man" stories was. After nap, Josh told us that there was a man in the bathroom during nap time. I totally think that place is haunted now!
Sent in by Brianne, Copyright 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Dads Ghost Saved My Life
In June of 1983 I was 23 years old. I had just gotten engaged to John, who I had met when I was 18. I should first tell you that I met John through my Dad, who bartended with him. Six months after we were engaged my Dad died of a massive heart attack.
I was the first born, and very much "Daddy's little girl". Needless to say, I was beyond devastated! My Day would never walk me down the aisle. I barely remember having to identify him, the wake, or the funeral. But three weeks later...
I was heading home after work, approaching an intersection that I had gone through many, many times. Traffic was unusually light for the time of day (5:30 pm.), as I approached the light it had just turned green and the car in front of me was already going through the light. I had plenty of time, just before I reached the intersection, there is my Dad in the passenger's seat! Screaming at me to stop! I couldn't move, all I could think was, DAD! Is that you? He didn't answer me, instead, he took his left foot over to my side, and slammed on the brakes! I came to a screeching halt, just as someone ran the red light, and missed me by inches! Thank you Dad!
Written by Trish, Copyright 2009 Willard E Hughes Jr
I was the first born, and very much "Daddy's little girl". Needless to say, I was beyond devastated! My Day would never walk me down the aisle. I barely remember having to identify him, the wake, or the funeral. But three weeks later...
I was heading home after work, approaching an intersection that I had gone through many, many times. Traffic was unusually light for the time of day (5:30 pm.), as I approached the light it had just turned green and the car in front of me was already going through the light. I had plenty of time, just before I reached the intersection, there is my Dad in the passenger's seat! Screaming at me to stop! I couldn't move, all I could think was, DAD! Is that you? He didn't answer me, instead, he took his left foot over to my side, and slammed on the brakes! I came to a screeching halt, just as someone ran the red light, and missed me by inches! Thank you Dad!
Written by Trish, Copyright 2009 Willard E Hughes Jr
Young Girl Possessed
This is a true story my grandmother told me. It's about a young girl and her love life.
One day she broke up with her boyfriend and a few days later she got a mysterious letter. Her family gave it to her. When she opened it they say she went crazy. She stripped off her clothes and climbed up on the roof. Her family was devastated at the sight. They sent her three older brothers to get her down and they couldn't. Later that night she died. Her boyfriend had possessed her and she died.
Sent in by Maria, Copyright 2009
One day she broke up with her boyfriend and a few days later she got a mysterious letter. Her family gave it to her. When she opened it they say she went crazy. She stripped off her clothes and climbed up on the roof. Her family was devastated at the sight. They sent her three older brothers to get her down and they couldn't. Later that night she died. Her boyfriend had possessed her and she died.
Sent in by Maria, Copyright 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Ouija Board Demon at Our House
It was late at night. I had just moved into the house but I had heard whispers. I turned around and it stopped.
It had been two years since that happened and after those two years then everyone had been waking up at night and then screaming that was my baby brother being pinned to the ground. I couldn't get whatever it was off him. Then I got whatever it was off him and it disappeared into mid air.
I also realized we had opened a place in the house that had a red circle and a star in it. Then I got Ouija board (a board used to communicate with spirits) and I asked it it's name and it spelled W-I-L-L and I asked it when it was born it spelled N-E-V-E-R then the board started moving in circles. I asked it if I saw it, it spelled Y-E-S. I asked it where, it spelled O-N Y-O-U-R B-A-B-Y B-R-O-T-H-E-R.
But then we preformed a ritual, an old Native American one and sprinkled salt around the house and it was gone but not for long. I stepped out of my room at night and there was WILL again. I ran to my baby brothers room and took them downstairs. My parents started the car and made me and my baby brothers go in and we drove away.
Written by Ilsa Saeed, Copyright 2009
It had been two years since that happened and after those two years then everyone had been waking up at night and then screaming that was my baby brother being pinned to the ground. I couldn't get whatever it was off him. Then I got whatever it was off him and it disappeared into mid air.
I also realized we had opened a place in the house that had a red circle and a star in it. Then I got Ouija board (a board used to communicate with spirits) and I asked it it's name and it spelled W-I-L-L and I asked it when it was born it spelled N-E-V-E-R then the board started moving in circles. I asked it if I saw it, it spelled Y-E-S. I asked it where, it spelled O-N Y-O-U-R B-A-B-Y B-R-O-T-H-E-R.
But then we preformed a ritual, an old Native American one and sprinkled salt around the house and it was gone but not for long. I stepped out of my room at night and there was WILL again. I ran to my baby brothers room and took them downstairs. My parents started the car and made me and my baby brothers go in and we drove away.
Written by Ilsa Saeed, Copyright 2009
Kenilworth Haunting
A small portion of our school went to Kenilworth Homestead for school camp. On the girls side of the cabins, there was an old shack sitting on top of a hill. The day was fairly normal, but at night, some girls shone a torch light on the shack and started to scream. I was in the cabin, so I ran outside. They were all saying that there was something in the shack. Some older girls sniffed at the idea, but didn't seemed totally convinced it wasn't true. My friend and I are great superstitious believers. She thought it might be one of three things... an old banshee, a poltergeist, or a creature that feeds of peoples fear. Se decided the third one. The night went on and nothing much happened, just a few noises.
In the morning, the teachers cabin lights were flicking on and off but no one was inside. Then the next cabin along's shelf broke off. That was cabin 2. Cabin 3 was pretty un-harmed, but cabin 4 was strange. We were all in our own cabins (mine number 5) when we heard the sound like dropping cutlery. And that's what my friend thought it was, but we still went outside. The window on cabin number 4 had been smashed from the inside. There was no real cause, as the shards were not small enough to be kicked or had something thrown at,and to thick for someone to have lent on. We thought our cabin was next, but we got out pretty unscathed.
Another weird thing is that my mother had been to Kenilworth homestead with her class too (different school) and the girls there had also seen something in the shack window. One of the girls had sprained their ankle when the ladder step of the bunk bed snapped suddenly.
Sent in by Kerrushi, Copyright 2009
In the morning, the teachers cabin lights were flicking on and off but no one was inside. Then the next cabin along's shelf broke off. That was cabin 2. Cabin 3 was pretty un-harmed, but cabin 4 was strange. We were all in our own cabins (mine number 5) when we heard the sound like dropping cutlery. And that's what my friend thought it was, but we still went outside. The window on cabin number 4 had been smashed from the inside. There was no real cause, as the shards were not small enough to be kicked or had something thrown at,and to thick for someone to have lent on. We thought our cabin was next, but we got out pretty unscathed.
Another weird thing is that my mother had been to Kenilworth homestead with her class too (different school) and the girls there had also seen something in the shack window. One of the girls had sprained their ankle when the ladder step of the bunk bed snapped suddenly.
Sent in by Kerrushi, Copyright 2009
They Talk To Me In My Dreams
When I was pregnant with my son my cousins mom kept telling me your mom says you know the answer to the question this went on for several month prior to giving birth to my son. Well 2 days after I had my son he stopped breathing and spent 5 days in ICU at the same hospital that my mom had passed at. So I decided that they were trying to warn me about my baby.
Then about 2 months later I had the dream again I instantly woke up, The phone rang as the answer came to me, On the phone it was my cousin, she asked are you having weird dreams again. I then told her the dream she asked do you know the answer, I said its your dad. It was her dad he was in ICU and was not expected to live. We were 30 yrs old at the time and neither one of us had spoke to her dad for about 15 yrs prior to this. He was my mom's cousin and they were very close at one time. It was my mom and Joyce telling me that we needed to make amends and say good-bye.
I also get messages when I am wide awake. When my dad died I had some friend's over and we were playing dice. I told them the cops are here, they said no and I said yes about 15 min later there was a knock on my door and it was the police to tell me that my dad had just passed.
Sent in by Pamela, Copyright 2009 Willard E Hughes Jr
Then about 2 months later I had the dream again I instantly woke up, The phone rang as the answer came to me, On the phone it was my cousin, she asked are you having weird dreams again. I then told her the dream she asked do you know the answer, I said its your dad. It was her dad he was in ICU and was not expected to live. We were 30 yrs old at the time and neither one of us had spoke to her dad for about 15 yrs prior to this. He was my mom's cousin and they were very close at one time. It was my mom and Joyce telling me that we needed to make amends and say good-bye.
I also get messages when I am wide awake. When my dad died I had some friend's over and we were playing dice. I told them the cops are here, they said no and I said yes about 15 min later there was a knock on my door and it was the police to tell me that my dad had just passed.
Sent in by Pamela, Copyright 2009 Willard E Hughes Jr
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