The Vanishing Boston Terrier

I was 18 at the time. Moe was a typical boston terrier, medium build. google eyes big brown and understanding. He was given to us as a last resort. I saw him around the age of nine my parents meet me at my bus stop and said we had a new dog, but it might only be temporary.  Any way Moe was a good dog.  near the end he got sick and passed away in my room with me there. Sounds crazy but me and Moe had an understanding and I loved him so.

I missed him and hated to be alone in my room because I felt like he was there. I knew it was him because I didnt have my two cats at the time. We had no animals and it broke my parents heart so we had to lay off the pets for a while.

so the story goes I was packing my bags for church camp, Moe used to sleep all the time on my parents bed. So my suitcase was open on thier bed. I turned away to answer a phone call, wrong number, I put the phone down and as I looked at the bed there was Moe, lying on the bed like he always did. He always laid on the edge of the bed. I blinked and he was gone. It shook me up pretty bad cause I knew Moe had passed on.

It was a hard reality to accept when Moe died because he was apart of my child hood, I was an only child and relied on Moe and Goldie our older pug for companionship. Moe was such a sweet dog. He was buried near my room by choice because I was the one he loved so much.

So this story is kind of in memory of sweet Moe.

Contributed by lacinda shantelle russell and Copyright © 2012 ghost-space.com all rights reserved. No part of this story may be used without permission. Thank you lacinda shantelle russell

My School Is Haunted

My name is Nina, a few years ago when I was 10, I went to a school in the Philippines. The first few days were fine and I made friends. Me and my best friend Teresa were walking when I overheard some girls chatting about something. The words 'ghost' and 'haunted' caught my attention, so we went and listened.

My classmates were talking about ghost sightings. Especially since the school used to be a cemetery. There were quite a few spirits scattered around the school.

One was the tree spirit. It took form of an old tree that when disturbed, either by loud noise or misbehavior causing it disturbance. It is said that when it identifies you (by the ID) it will look for a chance to suck your spirit in and transform you into a part of it, whether it be a new leaf or branch. Which was the reason why some from the school wore their IDs backwards or not at all.

Another was the spirit of the stone. It stood out of the stone path because of it's red color and heart shape(very ironic). When disturbed (stepped on) it possesses the nearest living being, unfortunately, it was me. I didn't see it in my rush to get home and went on with my usual routine. It wasn't until night that I found out. And the night after that and so on. The spirit is said to 'filter' your dreams, taking the good ones out and the bad ones in. Every night I experienced those nightmares and felt the pulling feeling in my back. At long last, they stopped. I guess 'it' didn't want to join me halfway across the island.

The last I remember, were the spirits of the auditorium. They inhabited the auditorium(duh). There were three of them, one dressed in white, another in black and the last in red. When entering the auditorium alone, one of these 'sisters' will attack you. The one in red is said to burn you alive. The one in black melted you into the ground and the one in white would chop you up. Thankfully, I have never met these ghosts. But an unlucky batch did.

Thankfully, at twelve years I no longer believe in these 'spirits' but thought fans of the paranormal might like to hear about it.

Contributed by Nina and Copyright © 2012 ghost-space all rights reserved. No part of this story may be used without permission. Thank you Nina

I am not alone

I was in sixth grade when one day I was very very sick. I stayed in bed for almost two weeks, I missed school so much but nevertheless I was all alone in my house and my dad went to pick up my younger sister at school.

I was all alone. Well that's what I thought at first. When I got out of bed and I felt so cold and dizzy. I then laid in my bed again and I heard a bunch of noises coming from my ear saying "You are not Alone" it was many voices. I couldn't take it any longer I thought I was going crazy and I felt so scared. I had to go out of my house and go to the front store to buy something. Then I came back with this goosebumps all over me when I opened my front door of my house.

I stepped in and ran trough the stairs locking the door behind me. I sat down and ate my  snack (Fruit Roll up) and once again I heard "You are not Alone", this made me scream because it sounded nonhuman and in a echoed way too.

And then started to laugh so hard it broke my house windows I cried on and on until I fainted.

When I woke up my dad and a couple of police officer where at my house and asking me questions. They asked me was anyone here besides me, I told them I really don't know if I was alone. They looked at me unreal. I went to sleep and in the middle of the night around exactly 3:00 am (I don't know why)the noises started again and I was about to call my dad when the door bell rang. When I saw two police officers arrive at our door and the noises stopped but when I answer the door They had no skin and nor eyes  saying "you are not alone". I closed my door and screamed until my dad woke me up and told me I just had a nightmare. After few days later I watched the news and a police officers found two cops without their skins or eyes on them.

I felt cold again and this time I went to my dad's room to tell him but he was gone . Now I am only living with my aunt and uncle and my dad still missing. And about the house I was living in, my uncle some research on my old house, and found that a crazy guy that use to have a wife and kids that one day his wife left him and ever since he was alone and went insane he decided to kill himself. So was he or is he still haunting this house?  Very Scary tail.

Contributed by Angel Z and Copyright © 2012 Ghost-Space all rights reserved. No part of this story may be used without permission. Thank you Angel Z

My Scary Demon Encounters

So this happened when I was about 16. I just had a horrible break up, and my friend suggested that I go to church with her for healing my heart. I didn't believe in God, but I humored her and went anyways to get out of the house. When I went, I had a spiritual experience that was so amazing that I started praying and loving to go to church after that.

Anyways after that experience after a week I was praying out loud and saying "thank you God, you are so wonderful, I am so glad you're my savior.." etc. and at that moment I heard this really ferocious growl. It sounded like some huge dog or something, but my Chihuahua dog was with my brother on a sleepover, and my cat was outside. So I shrugged it off as my imagination and decided to go to bed.

Around 3 am I woke up to growling, and I felt so scared and I felt like I was frozen and couldn't move. As soon as I could move, I ran to the living room and watched TV til the sun rose up.

I wonder if they just want to hurt you if you start getting a relationship or God.

Sent in by Terra, Copyright 2012

My Fathers Smiling Face

I was just entering my teens, my father had lung cancer and was struggling with it and at the same time he and my mother were divorcing. My mother had taken us to live with her in a small gulf side town, and my father had remained on the farm he had built up from nothing.

My mother was so uncooperative and vindictive at the time we barely got to see our father and if we did she would throw tyrannical rages when we would return. My father ended up taking a turn for the worse and was taken to Galveston Texas for care were he gave up his struggle and passed away.

My older sister had to come to my junior high to pick me up and to break the tragic news to me and my younger brother. We were devastated and blamed my mother for missing out on time we could have spent with him before his passing. She ranted and raved and berated us for speaking to her in such a manner and tensions were stretched to their limits, everything set us to arguing. It was during one of those arguments that I had stomped off to my room and slammed my door. I threw myself on my bed and was crying, when I got this whiff of my fathers aftershave lotion and I sat up and looked around expecting to see him standing there.

That evening we all went to sit with the body at the funeral home and told stories of our time spent with my father.  Two days later we buried my father and my brother and me just laid on the casket not wanting him to be gone and had to be pried loose. The burial continued and afterward we went to my cousins to visit. The grown-ups went to the living room and all the kids went to the family room to horse around.

Someone decided we should have a séance to call my fathers spirit to see if he was ok ,and if he was happy. We all sat around this long table, with the lights off and a candle shining was our only light except the moon shining through the two windows facing me and my brother. We said a prayer and asked that my fathers spirit join us, everyone waited for a sign we were all breathing hard and more than a little scared when my brother and me looked straight ahead and saw the image of my father smiling through the window pane and nodding his head to let us know he was ok. My cousins looked at the window and at all at once there was screaming and chairs being thrown back and kids running to get away from the image of my father in the window pane, as my brother and me started to join them my fathers image nodded at us once again and smiled as he faded and was gone.

I have asked for him to return many times since I became and adult but he has never shown himself again.

Sent in by Elizabeth, Copyright 2012

Scary Experience When Alone in Family House

My name is Melissa and when I was 10, I had very bone chilling experiences only when I was alone.  It was a family house, so I thought I was safe.

Before I get to the actual story, here are some strange and unexplainable things that had happened. I was in the kitchen with my sis and my dad and we were picking up crackers that my sister had dropped on the floor. All of a sudden, the light turned off by itself, we went into the living room where the family was sitting watching a baseball game. We asked them if any of them had turned off the light. They were confused and didnt know wat we were talking about. Then, the TV switched channels and went to a fuzzy channel. (the remote was sitting on the table and no one had touched it.)

Here is the Main Story
So I was home with my sister,(she was 4 at the time) and her name is Mya. Mya was sleeping on the couch and I was doing homework at the kitchen table. I heard a bang upstairs and I didn't think anything of it. Then I heard another, than another, than another. Almost as if someone was walking from one room to another upstairs.

Now let me remind you, I was home with only my sister and no one else. So I was kinda freaked out. Then I tried to concentrate on my homework and not the noises. So I turned on the T.V. and tried to block out the noises. It only made the noises louder.  So I was officially creped out when I heard the bangs in the room above me then move to the room above the dining room. I called my father cell phone and he said that I should go upstairs and check it out. I got a baseball bat from the toy room then slowly crept up the stairs. I looked in all of the rooms. And there was no one there. Then I stopped for about 5 seconds and there was a bang right next to me. (I could even feel the vibration.) My sister then awoken from her sleep and there were no bangs at all.

A few weeks later, the same thing happened. But my sister wasnt there it was only me. The bangs were as loud as they ever had been and they were constantly going on. So I finally had enough of it and I said, "If theres anything here, make your presence known with a big bang" Then a few seconds later, there was a huge bang. It sounded like a dumster was thrown in the room on top of me. I was scared out of my mind!! I asked questions and it ansered thru bangs. It turns out it's a male who died here. He only makes himself known when I am the only one awake or the only one in the house.

Contributed by Hayley Connoly and Copyright © 2012  Ghost-Space.com all rights reserved. No part of this story may be used without permission. Thank you Hayley Connoly

The Crackling Noise

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

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

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

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

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