Moving into our new home in California was so exiting because I used to live in England and never flew on a plane in my life. I thought it would be brilliant hitting the hot air. My mother loved this house in California and it was amazing my auntie from over there sent a picture of the house that was on sale and nobody lived in the house for years so we thought well its a 3 floor mansion with 8 bedrooms so we thought lets go for it.
Well we got off the plane and we got right outside of this gorgeous house. I couldn't believe my very eyes when I saw this house it was beautiful until I thought so the house looked so friendly and very warmly outside until me, my mother and dad and sister took our first step into the house. It was so unpleasant, I didn't feel welcome one bit and I felt so sad. My mother looked at me and said, so what do you think and I said I'm not too sure but I should get used to it because I wasn't used to moving into a new house.
A week passed by and I just unpacked all of my stuff in my bedroom. It was in the afternoon, I sat on my bed exhausted. I was about to lie down for a nap until I felt a horrible breeze come over my legs. I thought well that's strange it was hot about two seconds ago but this breeze was like it was winter, it was very cold. I tucked myself in until I heard a whisper say ''leave my room.'' I jumped up looking around thinking it might be my sister playing pranks on me so I went to lie back down when this cold air just hit me even more. I got out of bed and went down stairs. My sister and mother were making the dinner. I looked and said to my sister ''Kayleigh were you just in my room being stupid whispering 'get out of my room' in a creepy voice?'' My mother said "no she was here all along with me." I said ''well that's weird I had this bad feeling that someone or something was watching me but I would try and ignore it."
One night, after a first night out with my new friends, I came in around 7:45 pm. After I came back from the pictures my mother and dad and sister were out on a meal and I had my own key by then. I came in my new house and sat down stairs watching TV for a while then I was tired, it was around 9:05 pm by then. I thought I should go to bed anyway. My parents and sister were due back at 10:00 pm. I walked up the stairs and all I heard were little foot steps running across the hall into my bedroom and bang my bedroom door shut. I screamed and stayed down stairs for about 10 minutes until my TV went off. I ran as fast as I could up the stairs into my bedroom and hid myself under the quilt until my parents and sister came in. Later I told them and they just ignored me and thought I was lying. They said I'm just scaring myself because I'm not used to our new home. Later that night I had a weird dream that I woke up in the middle of the night to find a little girl standing at the foot of my bed. She was a very cute little girl but she said to me "leave my room or I will kill you." I ran out of the house to never return again. I woke up and saw the little girl standing at the foot of my bed. You might think I am crazy but she said 'leave my house or I will kill you.' I ran to my mothers room to wake my mother and I slept on the floor next to the bed.
The next day my mother asked a physic to come over. The physic said he would come over on the Wednesday after school so on Wednesday he came, and straight when he entered the house he said "this girl doesn't like you." I asked, "Why?" He said, "because you live in her bedroom," he started to explain to me that she got murdered in the house of her dad and her mother got murdered too and she wont leave and she said things are going to get worse if you stay in that room. I looked at my dad and he had a shocked face. He said, "I woke up to go the bathroom and I saw a woman standing on the landing." He said, "I thought it might of been my mother but she said it wasn't. He went to look closer and this ghost disappeared. He said, "it might of been my imagination but I don't know."
That night I was furious and thought this little girl is not going to make me leave this house after I moved all the way over here, no chance! I started to try to get her angry which I shouldn't have done. My mother and dad went to my aunties to see if she was okay as she was feeling ill so it was only me and my sister left in the house. I started shouting leave my house! And I started shouting its my room and your not having. Then my sister ran into my bedroom and said what the are you shouting at and all of a sudden the door slammed. Me and my sister screamed, and this is the honest truth, we heard a lot of doors being slammed and foot steps running every where, and the window flew open. We ended up opening the door and ran out. We were crying because we were scared. We waited for our mother and father outside on the door step. It got so cold I went to the cupboard for our coats and all I heard was a little girls laugh like they were laughing at me. I turned round after I picked the coats up to see that little girl standing in our sitting room. I ran through the passage and outside.
Our parents came about 45 minutes later, it was 10:46 pm by this time. My mother was so shocked she started screaming and shouting why are you out at this time of night? We told her and she said she was getting sick of this. So the next day she went around to the church to get a priest to cleanse our house out and send the girl to the light. He came and we all sat there while he started to read from a page in the bible. He got the holy water and started putting it around the house to send the woman and the little girl away. He mostly read it in my room. The woman wasn't any bother, even now I never see her. I wouldn't realize there was a ghost in the house if it was just the woman. Anyway I just felt this big relief off my shoulders and felt so welcome in this home. I was so glad that the ghosts got sent to heaven or wherever.
To this day my mother and father still live in that house and I don't feel scared any more but that memory will always be stuck in the back of my head. At the same time I wish I never angered that ghost because it was the scariest thing ever.
Sent in by Elisha, Copyright 2010 http://www.ghost-space.com/
Sunday, September 14, 2014
Saturday, September 13, 2014
My Experiences With the Ouija Board
After seeing the movie "Witch Board" I really didn't believe in the Ouija board. Years later I was at the store with my cousin and there was the Ouija board. I purchased it because I wanted to prove that it wasn't real. To me, it was just a toy made by a toy company. I asked the cashier, an old sweet woman, if she had ever played with it, she said "oh yes, dear, stay away, don't play with it." I laughed it off and bought it anyway.
My cousin and I were eager to get started. We put it on the table, turned the lights off and lit some candles. We asked if anyone was there and nothing happened. I got tired of waiting and said, I knew it wasn't real. I put it back in the box and tossed it in the closet.
Months later my brother, sister and a friend of ours were at my house. My friend Kelly found the board in the closet where it sat for months. She said lets play. I said don't waste your time, it doesn't work. She said, all excited... it does, lets play. My sister, Kelly and I put one finger lightly on the planchette. We asked if anyone was there and right away it moved slowly. I believed Kelly was moving it so I told her to get her finger off. I asked if anyone was there and it moved. I then believed my sister was moving it. I asked Kelly to put her finger back on the planchette, but very, very lightly. We were barely touching it when it started to move again, and it slid right from underneath our fingers. I knew then that they were not messing around with me.
I asked who was there and he said it was my grandfather. He had died almost ten years earlier in a car accident. I didn't believe him so I asked questions that only my sister and I would know. I still did not believe. So I asked him to spell my name. He spelled it alright, but my grandfather did not speak English and wouldn't know how to spell my name. When I told him that he was lying about being my grandfather I asked what his real name was, he spelled "Tete". I asked if he were a boy or girl. He said boy and that he was about six or seven years old... can't remember. I asked if he were in heaven, he said yes.
My brother sitting on the couch said that we are crazy and laughs. We told George to ask a question only he would know. George asks, where did I trip and how many times did I stumble. He spelled out, deck and three times. My brothers face turned pale. We played with it for weeks until late in the morning.
He predicted the past, present and future.
One night he got upset with us for some reason. We asked why he was upset and he said 'because no one is talking about me... it's all you, you, you. It was getting late and we were tired. My brother and Kelly were about to leave when he spelled out, "you're going to die." We freaked out. Everyone stayed at my house that night.
I was asleep in my bedroom and all of a sudden I heard every one screaming. I came out to see what was going on and I heard a loud thumping sound on my sliding door... like someone was punching it. We were too afraid to look out and see what was banging against it. We sat there frightened to death until it stopped. Well me being the 'tough girl' that I am, took the board and put it in the trunk of my car.
The next morning we went to my sisters pool and I remembered that it was still in my trunk. I got it out and we started messing with it again. I asked him where he slept the night before and he said, the trunk of your car. I could not believe it. He was really mad and cussed me out. That day I went to the store and told the cashier that I wanted to return it and don't want my money... just take it I said.
Weeks later I regretted it so I bought another one. It was Tete again. We were glad we got the same spirit, if you will. We were hooked. As time went on he became more and more mean. He swore at us constantly and we would laugh at him. One night we were just sitting there after hours of playing, that all of a sudden it slid off the board and started to move on the table. I put it back on the board and told him to dance (no fingers on the planchette). It was funny... so we thought. I said Tete, and held my face up to the board, slide over here next to me because I want to whisper a question to you... it came flying towards me. We thought it was so cool.
One day I tried playing by myself and he kept spelling out 'No,Bad'. That scared me, but also made me believe he was a good spirit. He was especially drawn to my sister, he called her his queen. One night he got really mad at her for no reason. My sisters face turned really red as he spelled out over and over 'Go Home.' Her feet started to move as if she were walking but could not stand up. She started crying. I told her to get up and she said she couldn't. My cousin and I had to help her up. She was feeling faint and could not walk. I had her lay on the couch because her body was twitching. I watched her all night worried for her because she was sweating and twitching.
A few days later Kelly and I were messing around with it. He started to swear at me. I asked why he was so mad at me, and he said 'because you are going to move soon and you told everyone that you're going to leave me here in the closet' which is true. I had heard that if you don't want it anymore you have to give it to someone else because the spirit will go every where you do. I also heard that you have to make it say goodbye before you put it away or the spirit will roam around your house. There were nights that he would not say goodbye and keep us awake for hours. Sometimes it would move really, really slow and tell us that he was tired and wanted to rest. We played around with it as much as we could before I moved. He started to get us all into fights. Saying things that weren't true.
I once asked what he looked like and he said that he has no hair because he is a skeleton. Everything he predicted would happen in our lives came true. The cars we would drive in the future, who would marry who, who would get divorced... EVERYTHING! The Ouija board is real. Anyone thinking on messing around with it should think twice. I can't really say that we were in contact with an evil spirit, but a very, very mean one. There is so much more, but I'd have to write a book about it. Sometimes I am tempted to get another one, but I'm too scared.
Written by Teresa, Copyright 2010 http://www.ghost-space.com/
Read more stories and experiences with the Ouija Board - The Freakiest Ouija Board Stories Ever!
My cousin and I were eager to get started. We put it on the table, turned the lights off and lit some candles. We asked if anyone was there and nothing happened. I got tired of waiting and said, I knew it wasn't real. I put it back in the box and tossed it in the closet.
Months later my brother, sister and a friend of ours were at my house. My friend Kelly found the board in the closet where it sat for months. She said lets play. I said don't waste your time, it doesn't work. She said, all excited... it does, lets play. My sister, Kelly and I put one finger lightly on the planchette. We asked if anyone was there and right away it moved slowly. I believed Kelly was moving it so I told her to get her finger off. I asked if anyone was there and it moved. I then believed my sister was moving it. I asked Kelly to put her finger back on the planchette, but very, very lightly. We were barely touching it when it started to move again, and it slid right from underneath our fingers. I knew then that they were not messing around with me.
I asked who was there and he said it was my grandfather. He had died almost ten years earlier in a car accident. I didn't believe him so I asked questions that only my sister and I would know. I still did not believe. So I asked him to spell my name. He spelled it alright, but my grandfather did not speak English and wouldn't know how to spell my name. When I told him that he was lying about being my grandfather I asked what his real name was, he spelled "Tete". I asked if he were a boy or girl. He said boy and that he was about six or seven years old... can't remember. I asked if he were in heaven, he said yes.
My brother sitting on the couch said that we are crazy and laughs. We told George to ask a question only he would know. George asks, where did I trip and how many times did I stumble. He spelled out, deck and three times. My brothers face turned pale. We played with it for weeks until late in the morning.
He predicted the past, present and future.
One night he got upset with us for some reason. We asked why he was upset and he said 'because no one is talking about me... it's all you, you, you. It was getting late and we were tired. My brother and Kelly were about to leave when he spelled out, "you're going to die." We freaked out. Everyone stayed at my house that night.
I was asleep in my bedroom and all of a sudden I heard every one screaming. I came out to see what was going on and I heard a loud thumping sound on my sliding door... like someone was punching it. We were too afraid to look out and see what was banging against it. We sat there frightened to death until it stopped. Well me being the 'tough girl' that I am, took the board and put it in the trunk of my car.
The next morning we went to my sisters pool and I remembered that it was still in my trunk. I got it out and we started messing with it again. I asked him where he slept the night before and he said, the trunk of your car. I could not believe it. He was really mad and cussed me out. That day I went to the store and told the cashier that I wanted to return it and don't want my money... just take it I said.
Weeks later I regretted it so I bought another one. It was Tete again. We were glad we got the same spirit, if you will. We were hooked. As time went on he became more and more mean. He swore at us constantly and we would laugh at him. One night we were just sitting there after hours of playing, that all of a sudden it slid off the board and started to move on the table. I put it back on the board and told him to dance (no fingers on the planchette). It was funny... so we thought. I said Tete, and held my face up to the board, slide over here next to me because I want to whisper a question to you... it came flying towards me. We thought it was so cool.
One day I tried playing by myself and he kept spelling out 'No,Bad'. That scared me, but also made me believe he was a good spirit. He was especially drawn to my sister, he called her his queen. One night he got really mad at her for no reason. My sisters face turned really red as he spelled out over and over 'Go Home.' Her feet started to move as if she were walking but could not stand up. She started crying. I told her to get up and she said she couldn't. My cousin and I had to help her up. She was feeling faint and could not walk. I had her lay on the couch because her body was twitching. I watched her all night worried for her because she was sweating and twitching.
A few days later Kelly and I were messing around with it. He started to swear at me. I asked why he was so mad at me, and he said 'because you are going to move soon and you told everyone that you're going to leave me here in the closet' which is true. I had heard that if you don't want it anymore you have to give it to someone else because the spirit will go every where you do. I also heard that you have to make it say goodbye before you put it away or the spirit will roam around your house. There were nights that he would not say goodbye and keep us awake for hours. Sometimes it would move really, really slow and tell us that he was tired and wanted to rest. We played around with it as much as we could before I moved. He started to get us all into fights. Saying things that weren't true.
I once asked what he looked like and he said that he has no hair because he is a skeleton. Everything he predicted would happen in our lives came true. The cars we would drive in the future, who would marry who, who would get divorced... EVERYTHING! The Ouija board is real. Anyone thinking on messing around with it should think twice. I can't really say that we were in contact with an evil spirit, but a very, very mean one. There is so much more, but I'd have to write a book about it. Sometimes I am tempted to get another one, but I'm too scared.
Written by Teresa, Copyright 2010 http://www.ghost-space.com/
Read more stories and experiences with the Ouija Board - The Freakiest Ouija Board Stories Ever!
Friday, September 12, 2014
My sister sees ghosts
This all happened last week. I was babysitting my little sister while my mum was outside gardening. My sister was playing with her favorite toy, her Lego blocks as usual when she stopped for a second and stared. She looked like as if she was trying to listen to something. I was surprised because my little sister is 18 months and she hardly focuses on anything but her Lego blocks. So I watched her concentrate on what she was doing. Then she quickly got up and ran down the hallway. I followed her and stood at one end of the hallway. I hate the hallway because the doors always slam on me when I go past them even on boiling hot days. My sister continued running down the hallway till she got to the end then she stopped and stared. Then I hear a big "BOO!" and she runs to me screaming I pick her up quickly and ran into the lounge room away from the hallway. The "boo" sounded like a deep man's voice. I thought I was hearing stuff from those silly movies were the ghosts jump out and say "boo" but the fact that my sister heard it to was a bit strange so I talked her into going back down the hallway with me by her side. She finally agreed after me begging her to go back down with me. This time I held her hand and went down with her. She stopped me at the end of the hallway like last time and we both stopped and I stared in the same direction as she did before but this time I could see why she was staring. A face was developing in the wall.
I stood there horrified still staring when it suddenly said "BOO!" this time I knew it wasn't from those silly movies my sister was about to scream when I pushed her behind me and then I said "LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE YOU BIG BULLY!" of course I wanted to swear at it but I didn't want my sister to take my words so I continued yelling at it. I said "WHY DON'T YOU JUST DIE AND LEAVE EVERY ONE ALONE YOU ANNOYING JERK!!" The face then turned into an angry face and I started to get scared but then I quickly shouted "GO TO HELL!!" Then the face turned into a straight face. My sister then said to me "I feel cold" so I picked her up and then said to her "I'll take care of this annoying person" and I once again shouted "GO TO HELL!" then I kicked the face that was on the wall and as soon as my foot released from the wall it was gone. So I walked back to the lounge room and put my sister down near her Lego blocks and played with her till I thought she forgot about this problem.
I have got to admit I felt like a pretty good big sister after that problem. Then my sister looked up at me and said "Your the bravest sister in der world" and if the ghost is watching me from hell type this I hope it will stay down there!
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I stood there horrified still staring when it suddenly said "BOO!" this time I knew it wasn't from those silly movies my sister was about to scream when I pushed her behind me and then I said "LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE YOU BIG BULLY!" of course I wanted to swear at it but I didn't want my sister to take my words so I continued yelling at it. I said "WHY DON'T YOU JUST DIE AND LEAVE EVERY ONE ALONE YOU ANNOYING JERK!!" The face then turned into an angry face and I started to get scared but then I quickly shouted "GO TO HELL!!" Then the face turned into a straight face. My sister then said to me "I feel cold" so I picked her up and then said to her "I'll take care of this annoying person" and I once again shouted "GO TO HELL!" then I kicked the face that was on the wall and as soon as my foot released from the wall it was gone. So I walked back to the lounge room and put my sister down near her Lego blocks and played with her till I thought she forgot about this problem.
I have got to admit I felt like a pretty good big sister after that problem. Then my sister looked up at me and said "Your the bravest sister in der world" and if the ghost is watching me from hell type this I hope it will stay down there!
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Sunday, August 17, 2014
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/
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/
Saturday, August 16, 2014
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/
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/
Friday, August 15, 2014
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/
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/
Thursday, August 14, 2014
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/
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/
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