Free Ebook: 36 True Ghost Stories – Tales From the Evolution Ezine Community (and we would love 36 more)
Have You ever had an encounter with a ghost?
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If you have had your own experience with a ghost or two we would love to hear about it. When we have collected another 36 or so stories we will publish True Ghost Stories Volume 2 – and perhaps even a Volume 3 if you can get your friends to share too.
Anyone with a desire can find ghosts, and they don’t need to have psychic abilities or fancy equipment.
The following lists some of the “equipment” that has been used by some very successful Ghost Hunters…
* Black Trash Bags, White Flour, Tape and Black Thread
Slit the black trash bag open flat and tape to the ground where ghost activity is suspected. Sprinkle it with a layer of white flour. Tape the dark thread from wall to wall surrounding the “ghost trap”. The white flour will show the ghosts foot prints, the thread will confirm for you that a live human hasn’t tampered with your ghost trap
*Dowsing Rods
Wonderful tool for picking up electromagnetic disturbances. To learn how to make your own dowsing rods click here. A regular compass can also be used to pick up either magnetic or electromagnetic disturbance.
* Notebook, pen, and a watch with a second hand
All good Ghost Hunters know that it is critical to take notes, and to keep good track of findings, including the time
* Appropriate Clothing, A Cell Phone, a Flashlight, and a Partner
Ghosts don’t typically hang out in the most convenient places. Where clothes that you don’t mind getting dirty and torn, bring a source of light, a phone to call someone if you get stuck, and a partner. One should never hunt ghosts alone
I personally have never had a “run in” with a ghost but I have long since learned that just because I can’t see it doesn’t mean it isn’t real.
I would love to hear about your experiences…
Happy Hunting 
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My family and I were living in an old converted carriage house in New England. During the 1800s the carriage house (barn) was home to 3 endentured servants who did quarry work for the near by home owner. They were all mistreated by him. And the story goes that they all hung themselves in the second floor of the barn. When the barn was converted the area where they all died became my son’s bedroom. He would wake in the night screaming (he was an infant). A psychic friend told me he could see them. Things often went bump in the night and I would find items moved about the house upon waking. My husband’s tools always went missing. There were cold spots where these men supposedly hung themselves. The house always had a very ominous, heavy feel to it. Eventually, a knowledgeable friend told me I could talk to the ghosts and tell them to leave. That their time was over and the house was ours now. It worked for 2 of them. The feeling that I was being watched by a very tall, very large, angry man never left me while I lived there. We moved after about 2 years.
I guess it has probably been nearly 20 years ago since I had a ghost experience. At the time, I was in bed in my downstairs bedroom where it was substantially dark, although not dark enough so I couldn’t see stuff in my room. I use to work 3rd shift, so I’d sleep during the day, and so kept my bedroom dark. Anyway, I woke up and saw a faint image of someone standing at the foot of the bed facing me. It wasn’t an entire body, but about down to the waist. Anyway, when I saw it, (I think it was a female form,) I mentally said to her, “What are you doing here?” and with that it disappeared. It wasn’t spookie or scary at all, it was more like waking up and finding someone in your room who you didn’t expect to be there.
I think some people make it spookie, but really, ghosts are just people who don’t have a physical body. Just like other people, they come with different attitudes, understandings and so, if and when you experience the presence of a ghost, say hello and be friendly.
Hi there
I had a lot of experiences with “ghosts”. That means with people who passed on!!
Here’s one!! I was 16 when we went to an aunt’s funeral. We drove about 10 hours to get to their Town where they lived. Later that day, after we have arrived, everybody went to rest for a while. Me too! I fell asleep and after about two hours I woke up! Between the bed and the window of that room, the deceased woman stood! She was looking at me and smiling her familiar smile! I was surely NOT sleeping!, but wide awake! I wasn’t scared!! She disappeared after a bout 10 seconds!!
After that I had many similar experiences!
Well, I never thought I would see such an opportunity to write about my
encounter with what I like to call a poltergist.
Years ago, when my kids were small (8-7-5-1) my husband and I with my
cousin Anne and her husband were playing cards in the dining room after
putting the kids to bed. A couple of times, the kids wanted to be up and
found all kinds of excuses to get our attention and get tucked back into
bed.Then, the third time, I felt a swoosh behind me and I reacted by
slapping my hand on the table, turning around to give a piece of my mind to
the kid that was up.I saw a little girl in a running pose(skipping) and
turned back to the table thinking :”well that’s not one of mine”. Then, did
a double take and saw her again. She had turquoise pedal pushers, was smiling,
had dark hair. I turned back to the table and everyone noticed my white
look. I said what I just saw and they said I looked as if I had seen a
ghost. Well, I did. They did not but they believed I did.I saw her again
briefly twice around the bathroom. That was years ago.
My sister was visiting lately and while on her way to the bath room she said
she saw a little girl running up the stairs in a flash. I was not suprised.
I don’t think she means any harm. I thought she was gone but now I am not
sure.
Lisette
I have had a couple of experiences with “ghosts”. At least, that is all that I can call it, as I have no other category in which to put these experiences. I am not a person who looks for this kind of “adventure” so even I had a hard time believing it.
The first one happened when I was in college. I was attending a lecture given by a well known Canadian photographer and the room had been darkened, to allow for us to watch his slide presentation. One series of photos were not my “cup of tea” and my mind wandered. I noticed a man, walk down the center aisle, and move towards my photography teacher and his wife, who were sitting one row ahead of me and across the aisle. I noticed that he was blond, tall, and slim and was wearing a plaid jacket. He moved over to stand behind the couple and had a big smile on his face as he looked down at them. Suddenly, I realized that this was odd, and just as quickly as I realized that and focused my attention there, he was gone – I mean “disappeared”! I, of course, “freaked” and told my class mate what I had seen – and he, being quite familiar with the teacher, approached him after the session and told him the story. Apparently, I had described the teacher’s wife’s brother, who had recently passed, right down to the plaid jacket. She took it to mean that it was a message for her that he was okay and still with her.
The second incident happened on my way home from my job in the city. It was an hour so drive, and on the particular occasion, I must have drifted off, because suddenly I felt my shoulder gripped and shaken hard, and realized I was headed for the ditch! I don’t know which startled me more – almost crashing or that grip – since I was totally alone in the car. I know it wasn’t my imagination because for a good ten minutes afterward, I could feel the remnants of that grip on my shoulder… and thank god for it. Those kind of ghosts are always welcome…
There was one other incident, where I had just gone to bed. All of a sudden, I felt this weight on me, and heard this: “I’ve had enough of you”, and it felt as if the “presence” tried to bite off the side of my face.. I wasn’t sleeping or dreaming.. I had just gotten into the bed – and I can tell you, I didn’t stay there. Whatever it was I don’t ever want to have that kind of experience again.
I am laughing, because we have had a ghost following us around for the last 30 years. I only saw a shadow of a figure walking by the window evry so often. One day, our three year old asked,
“Mommy, who is that man in the blue plaid shirt?”
Then, I was able to see him fully. Brown hair and full clipped beard. Dark blue flannel shirt and brown serge pants. Handmade boots. We have moved three times since seeing him and he follows us to every new home. Walks the perimeter of the outside of the house only. Never comes in. We believe he is a dead relative who is earnestly trying to protect us.
I also saw a ghost at a B & B we stayed at. The owner was delighted as the ghost had only been seen a few times. She opened the door to our room while I was in the bathroom. Thinking it was my husband, I looked out. She was wearing a Victorian nightdress and had her hair in a long braid. She was walking a few inches off the floor. I later learned that the Victorian floor boards had been removed to show off the wide floor boards. So, she was ‘living’ in her time and space. She did look back over her shoulder at me, though. And, I knew she was aware of my presence.
Very interesting!
Yes I have had an experience with a ghost, or Guardian Angel, or a being that was once here, but had passed on to watch over another, well actually it was my youngest son Jeremy talking to a Ghost or his Guardian Angel,it was quite remarkable in every sense. My short story is published at the back of the book called A Gift From Up Above written by me Kathleen Brenda Laird through trafford.com/06-2621
ISBN 1-4251-0863-6
It’s tittled “An Angel Watches Over Me” and starts out with
“As I awoke with the weekend sun peering into the bedroom , I could hear a one sided conversation taking place in the front room. I tip toed ever so softly, to keep the creaking boards in the kitchen to a minimum. As I slowly approached the doorway to the front room very quietly, I could still hear Jeremy talking. Still unaware of my presence, he continued with their conversation. I asked Jeremy,
“who are you talking to?” As if I could see this person too, he pointed and said, “why Pete of course Mommy”. Just then chills went up my spine, then a calming feeling came over me. I then asked, “Who is Pete?” Jeremy replied, “can’t you see him, he’s right there mom”, I said “why no I can’t” still puzzled and very unaware, of what the situation was unravelling to be. Then Jeremy proceeded to tell me what the situation was unravelling to be. He had told me that Pete started to talk to him first. Still somewhat skeptical, I asked, “and just what did Pete have to say?” With anticipation and excitemnt, I listened to his story, I then asked what happened to them, meaning Pete’s family? Jeremy explained, “they were burned in a house fire, but they all are fine in heaven now”. As those same chills came back, I decided it was time to sit down and listen to the story, as I could feel the colour draining from my face, and now feeling a little light headed. The conversation continued with the type of house Pete had, what kind of car he drove, right down to the make model, year and colour, and into detail as to what was under the hood. That’s when it finally hit me, there was no possible way, he could have ever known about that type of car, as he was only four going on five years old at the time, and no one has ever owned on in our family. I then asked “why is Pete talking to you?” the answer I received would make any mother defensive, “Pete is my friend and he said he would tell me when the time was right.” I snapped back,”what do you mean when the time was right? My son ever so calmly said, “don’t worry mom, Pete says everything is going to be fine, and he wouldn’t let anything happen to me”. I listened to the tales from Jeremy, that his new found friend Pete had told him. On the third day, I had a not so right feeling all day long, and as I put both Jeremy and Matthew his brother to bed, we said our prayers. Jeremy said, “Pete likes that”, and hopped right into bed. As I finally drifted off to sleep I could hear some shuffling upstairs, I got out of bed as quickly as I could, only to find Jeremy at the top of the stairs trying to get dressed, having a hard time inhaling even the smallest of breaths. I then said “I will get your puffer”, Jeremy came back with, “There is no time, Pete says I have to go to the hospital right now.” Without any question or a doubt, I scooped him up in my arms, and drove him to the hospital. As I walked into the emergency ward the guard looked at me, and I said, “he can’t breathe”, he rushed us past the triage nurse and brought us right into a room. Within minutes they had Jeremy hooked up with a mask filled with ventolin and oxygen. As I watched and Prayed, Jeremy said, “you see mom, Pete said there would be nothing to worry about, and that he would take care of me.” The only words that had escaped my lips, were, “Thank God for Pete.” It was after that, that we didn’t hear anymore of Pete. I guess we all have a guardian angel around us, and they are there when we need them the most. You see adults; have a hard time believing, in what they cannot see. Children, being so pure at heart, and so innocent, can and will hear and see things that we as adults choose to ignore.
So your childs next little imaginary friend may just be a Ghost,
Guardian Angel, family or friend, or someone we truly need to listen to, so ask your child questions about who it is that he or she is talking to, and usually they are around for a reason. If it’s family, they could tell you something that you could recognize that the child may not even be aware of in their lifetime. If it is their Guardian Angel Pray to God that he sent them to watch over your precious bundle that he has loaned to you.
Thank you
Kathleen Brenda Laird
wiggy@sympatico.ca
Back in the early 1980s I was exercising six of our hounds together in the watermeadow. They had, as usual, gone through the meadow at a gallop but on the way back were sniffing around for anything interesting. One bitch was slightly ahead of me and she suddenly stopped, started wagging her tail as she looked over to her right, walked a few yards to her right, and sat down with her head up as if greeting someone. Then she got up and walked off and each of the other five, as they reached the same spot, did exactly the same thing. They had never done anything like this before and never did again but it was just as if there was a person they knew well standing there, except that they were much more submissive in their greeting than was usual for this exuberant group.
I used to live out in the country and we lived there several years with nothing happening. My life was and is still typical of most people in the USA today. The property is located at the bottom of a hill, but the area where the house is located is on top of a hill. The driveway was very steep and difficult to get up the driveway in inclement weather.
I used to work with mentally and physically handicapped adults in a classroom. There was one individual that had several handicaps and he took a liking to me. He had a surgery that ended up with complications and he passed away the next day. A few weeks after this I started noticing some sounds late at night when I was in the office. Didn’t think anything about it because we lived in the country and there are lots of sounds that make no sense. One night I turned around when I was surfing the net and saw what looked like a see through floating white mass with long eyes and a droopy mouth. It was completely transparent, but floating right at the door not moving. Needless to say it scared me a whole lot. Actually, I thought I had fallen asleep and had been dreaming. These occurances started happening more and more as the weeks went by. I started talking to the “ghost” and never got any reply or movement to me or away from me. After several weeks I kept racking my brain trying to figure out why I was seeing this image more and more. It finally hit me who I thought it was. It was the ehtreal image of this man who had passed away. One day in the classroom I was in charge of several weeks before his demise he walked up behind me and patted my back. It was like some creepy ripple spread over my body. I twisted around to see what or who it was and it was this individual. It sent goosebumps up and down my entire body. I think he actually had passed something to me by the pat on my back.
I kept talking to this image over the next several weeks and I told him he needed to go home. It seemed like he was waiting for me to recognize him and let him know it was ok to pass on to the other side. Finally he never came back again, but this is where the interesting part comes in.
A couple of weeks after this I started seeing a progression of images or ghosts going from my son’s room on the north side of the house to my bedroom where the ex was sleeping. There were all kinds of images just walking through and not bothering anything but just moving through. There was this one that looked like a gypsy. The man was short and had a typical hat of the nineteenth century and a heavy wool suit. All these images were in grey tones, no color whatsoever.
After this I never got too excited about them.
One night I got up to go to the bathroom and walked into the living room to get a drink. In a black chair we had there was this floating white cloud in the seat of the chair. I know you are going to say it was a reflection from outside. It couldn’t have been because we closed all the curtains so no one could look in after we went to bed. I walked over to it and put my hands around it. The orb was cold and clammy feeling. I was able to put my hands through it and it felt like a dense fog, but in the house. After this I could feel a distinct temperature difference around that chair. I neve told anyone about, not even my son or the ex. She never knew about it due to some medical problems that could have caused her lots of complications.
One evening my son came out of his room and walked down the hallway to the family room and stopped and stared at me for a couple of moments. Didn’t know what was wrong. He said how did you get in here. I said I had been here for over an hour and hadn’t moved. He said he saw me in the office sitting at the computer. I asked him if this was something he had seen before. He said he had seen lots of things but thought I would say he was seeing things. I told him about the start of the ghost stories. He said there were several incedents also.
We kept hearing bells in the family room after this and never could find them. By the way, we both hate bells so there were none in the house. We had cans fall off the shelf in the pantry that were single stacked, not 2, 3 or 4 high. We had a little Yorkshire Terrier that would go into the kitchen and just start growling and barking, then fear would set in. This happened time after time. We lived there for several years and had no problems with evil spirits, but lots of different beings passing through like we were not there.
A wierd thing about having company over was they never came back inside the house. One of my son’s friends came into the house and as soon as he walked in said what is wrong here. He had an uneasy feel as soon as he walked in. He came inside one other time and that was it. He would visit outside, but never in the garage or house after that.
The previous owners built the house 2 years before we bought it. When we bought it they were more than happy to move out. They moved within two weeks of the time we bought it. They built another house about a mile away very similar to that one, but on flat ground. All my son and I could come up with for the reason there were ghosts in the house was where it was located. Remember when I first started this tome I told you the house was at the bottom of a hill, but up on top of a mound. We think we were living on top of an Indian burial grounds and the spirits were coming through me because of the man who touched my back and sent chills through my body. He knew he was not long for this world and gave me a part of him to help him pass on to get his much needed rest. A few months after the beginning of the passing of the ghosts we moved. Since that time neither my son nor I have seen another ghost. A person sees things out of the corner of their eyes, but nothing as real as the experiences that we had in that house. From the time we moved in, to the time we left it was nothing more than a place to live. In other words, it was a house and not a home. It was a great location, but I knew there was something not right about the house from the time we first saw it. Now we know what was wrong with the house.
my sister & i both have been touched in the same bedroom years apart.
me on my foot, which was under the sheet,but,the hand touched my bare foot.
my sister said she felt the hand grab her shoulder. no body there when she looked. also my mother has had many strange events with people should not see. too many to mention here. footsteps, somebody yelling hello, etc.
a lot of weird things.trust me they are out there.
Years ago my chldren and I lived in a small cottage. My daughter told me that she thought we had a female child (ghost) about 6 or 7 yrs old living with us and that she could hear her giggling sometimes. I saw her just outside my range of peripheral vision once in a while, but when I would turn towards her she wouldn’t be there. One night I had to go out and had my niece come over to sit with my children. Sometime during the evening she had kicked off her shoes and when it was time for her to leave she couldn’t find one of them. We tore the house apart, and went through the toy box repeatedly to no avail. She finally left for home one shoed. After she left my daughter came up and told me that she had heard our little friend giggling each time we had gone through the toy box. I got the kids ready for bed and got ready myself and just before I turned in I stopped in the room with the toy box and said firmly, but kindly, “Give it back.” Sure enough, the next morning her shoe was sitting just as pretty as you please right on top of the toys in the toy box. Our little friend didn’t really bother us, we don’t know her story, she just seemed to like being a small part of our family once in a while. We’ve since moved on and it seems like she stayed behind. Hopefully her new family has been good to her.
I ask not to see ghosts, but it is ok if I hear them or see them do physical actions. Which brings me to my ghost story.
I came to my grandmother’s house to take care of her because she was getting dementia about 6 yrs ago. She was a strict Catholic and really didn’t believe in the after life. On one of her good days I told her that when she died to let me know she was still around. She said she didn’t think that was possible but would try if she could.
She passed away about 6 months later and I am still living in her house.
One night I was cleaning the kitchen up after dinner in which we had lasagna or spaghetti…something with tomato sauce. I was washing off the counter top and noticed something on the floor. I looked and thought it was some sauce that had spilled while making dinner. But when I went to get a paper towel to wipe it up and came back the spot had grown. It started from one end of the kitchen and went the length of the kitchen floor and made a right angle over to the chimmeny. I turned on the bigger light and realized it was not sauce but it looked like the stuff you get in the hair dye boxes in the tubes that you apply weekly to keep the color up.
Now I knew I had a tube of that stuff in my bathroom on a shelf above that bathtub that I had never used. So I went at looked at the tube and it was flattened at the top like someone had used it. I matched the stuff in the tube to the stuff on the floor and indeed they were one in the same.
So I am thinking my gramma did this and what was she trying to tell me. I was thinking…hair dye…is someone going to die? Am I dying? What is it? Well, she was pretty anal about keeping the kitchen floor clean and it did need a scrubbing, so I wrote it off as her wanting me to wash the floor. A friend came over the next day and told me that the smell of gas was very strong in the house. So I called the gas company and they sent a man out to check for leaks. He told me that it was this pipe that ran along the celing in the basement and over to the furnace (L) shape, which was right next to the old coal chimmeny that ran up through the kitchen. This pipe that he showed me was directly under the kitchen and ran the length of it. I got goose bumps when he showed it to me. So what gramma was doing was outlining the gas pipe that was leaking only I didn’t really understand it until after the fact.
So pay attention to things that move and go bump in the night it may be one of your loved ones trying to tell you something.
Karen
I can relate to many of the experiences above… each reminding me of my own similar happening. However the one I am choosing to share at this time happend a couple of years ago. My Daughter (adult) and I decided to visit an old Indian Cemetery in our town… Had been hearing about it for years, and had never looked for it .. Their had been a School on the grounds as well .. the good God fearing people would take the Indian Children from the reservations and put them in this school, thinking that they would be better off .. Anyway .. we took a tape recorder with us to record some of what we saw, things writen on the stones, (nothing that we could read was written on the wooden crosses and stones)..not the monuments that were in the town cemetery .. It was a very small place, enclosed by a broken fence, over grown .. in disrepair…As we walked around the outside of it, we were recording.. and on a whim I asked if anyone would like to say Hello or Hola .. or had anything to say … To our surprise when reviewing the tape, indeed we had had company and at that poing a very clear female voice can be heard to say “Hola” … I wish we had spent a little more time with it, but didn’t… Had planed to go back, just hasn’t been the right time . Really liked reading all the other adventures, and thanks for making this possible ..
Linda
I have had several experiences in my life. I will tell you about two of them. First of all I am a professional horse trainer. One Sunday afternoon a group of my friends & I were riding on the side of a country road I was on my best horse. We were all chatting as we were riding along & all of a sudden this voice in my head which was a very loud male voice that I had never heard before said “Look Down” My horse was just about to step into a lot of barbed wire mostly hidden in the grass. I immediately stopped my horse & went around it. Had it not been for this spirit guide not only could muy horse been very badly hurt my myself as well if he had gotten tangled up in this barbed wire. I asked my friends if they had heard anything & none had.
My second experience my best friend died of cancer several years ago. We rode together, we trained horses together in fact she intorduced me to my husband. About a month after she passed away I had the most vivid dream of my life. I was standing on a farm house porch & this truck drove up pulling a horse trailer & my friend got out & we ran to each other & hugged. She looked great, I can describe to a T what she was wearing, there was a man driving the pick up in in the triler was one of her best horses that had died. She told me that she was very happy now that she had found someone. She showed me a big diamond ring, I think this was her way of showing me she really was happy. (She had not had good men in her life) I did not get a look at the man, apparently I was not supposed to. This dream was not like any other I have ever had. I can describe the house, the trees everything around me. Everything was in beautiful color & even tho this has been at least 5 years ago I can still see it as if it were last night. I understand that this is a wonder gift that we can receive from someone on the other side & I have to agree. I know she is happy even tho she was taken at only 60 years of age.
Hi every one ,I have a planty of stories i live in egypt and you know that there is many places that is built over the died bodies of the pharoes and other ppl leaved at that time all levels ,my home built beside a land have some secrets of those old egyptions pharoes,all my blocks is built only that piece never built or never planted although all the blocks have grace or plants our flowers or tress some comes up alone,but this land nooooooo and from time to time we find fires in it when we call the fire station to have a solution to that place the fair goes down as if nothing happened only the smell and the black color every where,
the story is we know that the garves of pharos have a some spells to protect the gold and the bodies and agard ,the gard stay until any one open the grave and take the gold,what is happing here is so funny and scaring,
All my gold stole for more than one time and when the police come ask us a question where we was we say at home did you see some thning we say no,i saw:)) i saw a black shaddow i thought that its one member of my family because when i got sleep and wake i cant see well i must stay a little then put on my glasses, i saw ablack shadow for a tall man looked at me and i looked to him but i didnt see aface,
now i have no gold and when i ask about that wired story they say to me the gard stole your gold to tell you there is a gold come on and take it i want to leave,:)))) really its a true story,
all the time i see ppl walking in my home and see doges with beg face and many many other things ,my dog was setting beside me once and i found her stand up and her ears to the back and her eyes open wide for an hour and she look as if she is seeing something and suddenly she turn around then suddenly come again with her voice krrkrkrkr,and then she sleept in my legs trying to make me safe !!!!! that day was very scary really i get scary,and many many many stories if my sotries is interesting send me:D and i will say all my story that i leaved it for 26 years,now after i was having a dark phobia when i was kid to teen ager,i ‘m not scared of any thing because i saw what is more scary than darkness………..
The Ghosts of The Past.
I had lived in Japan for around 2 1/2 years, when it happened. I shared my apartment with a young Japanese man, an adult, Japanese version, of Haley Joel Osmond himself, but that is a story for another day.
One hot summers afternoon, we took a trip to Hiroshima. It was the first time I had been to the peace garden. On arrival, you come to the Bomb Dome itself. The iconic building left standing on it’s own, after the devestating atomic blast, which killed so many innocents.
An iron fence surrounded the building. As I approached, a voice whispered in my mind, ‘Touch it!’. I reached out and grasped the bars with both hands, and closed my eyes. At that instant I was transported through time, back to that dreadful day. As I opened my eyes, a warm wind enveloped me, and stole the breath from my lungs, I slowly turned my head, the world around me had changed. A blinding flash came from an area to my left, the sky turned orange and a wave of energy approached, the fear was too great, I let go of the of the fence. I was back on a warm summers day, in a preaceful green park, on the 20th of August 2002.
I stood in shock for a couple of minutes. Then Seitaro, said to me. ‘What’s the mattter, your skin has gone pale.’ I slowly turned to him, raised my hand and pointed. ‘It fell over there, the bomb, it fell over there.’ I said. Seitaro looked at me.’How do you know that, you’ve never been here before!,’ He said.’I saw it’, I answered.
We walked on to the epicentre, in scilence. A simple shrine was built there, and an eternal flame placed in memory of the lost. A path was dug out of ground beneath the flame. A brass plaque told how the atomic bomb detonated 20 meters above that exact spot. I stepped down between the marble walls of the path, and looked up to the sky. Although, it was a warm summers day, I was suddenly filled with a percing cold, it felt like pure evil, and made me feel sick to my stomach. Seitaro caught my arm, as I became dizzy from the intensity of the moment.
Unnerved by what was happening to me, I walked with heavy footsteps towards the museum. It wasn’t until we stepped inside, that I understood; shadows burnt into stone, rivers of bodies, scores of walking dead heading out of the dust, the souls of thousands, screaming out across the years to anyone who will listen.
I heard their cries, and I will never forget that day, may history never repeat itself.
A true story,
By Chrystal Carter
Lisburn
Northern Ireland
As a kid of about 9 years old, I went into an abandoned house I had been in earlier that day to get a clock that I saw there. After negotiating my way from the basement door to the stairway leading up to the main floor, I was a bit out of breath. There was so much junk piled almost ceiling high, over the entire basement, plus it was dark, for lack of sunlight and you could barely see. It took me a good 15 minutes or so to reach the stairs. Once there I started up slowly. Step by step. Inch by inch. I started to smell a foul odor that I now compare to the smell of death. My adrenaline started flowing big time and the closer I got to the door that lead out to the main floor, the more weak in the knees I got. When I finally reached the top of the landing and I was about to open the door, an eerie, raspy voice said
slowly “ggeeettt..oouutttt…ooffff…hheeerrreeeeeee”. Well needless to say autopilot kicked in and I was out of the house the same way I came in, in less than 30 seconds it seemed. When I was outside, I started to run home but my friend’s father saw me come out of the house visibly shakened and asked what happened, so I told him and took off for home. I later found out that he called the police who investigated and found no one in the house. So, you tell me, because this happened 46 years ago and I remember it like it was yesterday.
When I was younger, I spent some time at a seminary that was located in a mansion once owned by the family of the largest bank in the Washngton DC area. One afternoon, while exploring the mansion, I wandered up to the attic. Inside the attic were rows of old wooden cribs. While walking through this room, the cribs started slowly rocking back and forth. I could see this out of the corners of my eyes. When I would turn around, the movement would stop. There was no breeze that could account for this movement. As I approached the doorway at the opposite end of the room, I heard footsteps behind me. As they seemed to increase in pace, I ran out the door and out of the house.
When i was 15 i was heavily into metal, one thing about this kind of music is that that it´s highly addictive, kinda like drug abuse. You start with a minimal dose then you get hooked and start using more, then more, next thing you know…you´re in too deep…
That´s the way it went for me. I started listening to glam bands such as Poison, the Def Leppard, eventually AC/DC then Iron Maiden, Ozzy Osbourne then the heavier darker stuff like Slayer, King Diamond, satanic music with lyrics that, needless to say, can be very disturbing.
I was young and innocent but very stupid as i started devouring every album i could, the harder the better. Metal consumed my mind as i would draw inverted crosses, demons and demonic warriors, summoning evil images in my head.
I had strayed from the path of GOD and din´t even realize it. I thought it was just a game, it was cool and fun to shock people with my drawings, mi pseudo satanic and heretic comments made me stand out and i loved it. Little did i know, i was literally playing with fire. As i kept my stupid facade, i had also distanced myself from GOD and his grace…
Without GOD in my life i was like a castaway in the middle of the ocean surrounded by sharks. In my ignorant arrogance i had expelled all the good in my life and was left susceptible to any attack from dark and evil spiritual forces.
Then one night it happened…it was Saturday, midnight and i was watching a late show in my room when all of a sudden my whole body paralyzed. It was as if a multitude of people were grabbing every limb in my body and i couldn´t move, i couldn´t scream, I COULDN´T BREATHE! Cold shivvers went down my whole body, my heart pounded fast the terror i felt was unexplicable…then i remembered my mom´s face, her presence and screamed MOM!!!as if by magic, the thing went away but not for long… Metal Beast (metal beast is a demon associated with heavy metal music) had arrived and he wanted to destroy me.
From that day on The Beast would come and lay its force on me, every day at 12 o clock midnight. I feared this hour, for when the clock struck 12, Teh beast would come…
I wasn´t alone in this downward spiral, i had a group of friends who were also Metalheads and were experiencing these same scary episodes. We talked about our personal experiences, we were all scared and desperate. It was getting out of hand, i couldn´t sleep well y was down and deppresed, i had to do something but i didn´t know what.
The turning point in thisw story would come the day after the beast manifested itself it would be the scariest i´ve felt in my life…
Spiritually weakened as i was all i could do was lye in bed facefront cause at least when the dark force came i would face it frontally. That night however, i was extremely tired and fell asleep face down my whole body facing the floor. Then it came, the evil proyected its strenght harder than ever, and because of the position my body was in, i actually was suffocating myself to death. To make matters worse i looked at the florr and from the middle of my room a yellow flame shot up…i thought i was going to die from the intense terror i felt…the thought of my mother saved me again and metal beast came a sudden and quick as it had arrived.
The next day i was a nervous wreck, i couldn´t hide my fear any longer so i talked to my parents, my father took action and we drove to a nearby church and asked if the priest could spare a moment of his time for guidance…that he did.
He told me in a very calm and loving tone how i had strayed from the path of GOD, how by choosing to part from his side i had allowed evil to enter my life and torment me. He also told me i had developed great spiritual power that lies within all of us, but that it could be used to summon either good or evil, i needed to choose a side. He prayed for me, we prayed together, he blessed me and left me on my way.
That night was decisive. I was about to face Metal beast…again, but this time i was empowered because GOD was with me. Strenghtened with this holy knowledge i went to bed…and then the beast came, he took my body but i was not going to be intimidated, i fought back with every ounce in my being. Despite not being able to breathe, this time i would fight, even if i died i would face the evil, i would give in.
As i struggled and struggled for what felt like hours. suddenly i started to feel strenght and mobility coming back to me. First on my head, this gave me courage i pressed on. My muscles tensed and felt like they were ready to explode. Y then regained sensation on my arms and then on the legs. The evil had released its grip on my body. It no longer had power over me.
i rose up as if i was drowning and breathed a huge gasp of air, i was totally exhausted and yet a feeling of peace came over me…
The room was quiet and i was sitting in my bed breathing fast and heavy, but i had beaten the darkness GOD was with me.
After that night Metal Beast came back several nights randomly, trying to bully me, to hurt me. But since that night when i was first able to impose my will on him, i continued to fight on with faith and the belief that i´m one of GOD´s children, he´s always with me, he´s my strenght.
Time passed and the beast´s powers grew dimmer and dimmer until powerless he left for good. He won´t be back but if he does…he hasn´t got a chance because my strenght is in GOD or he is allways with me.
My name is Nestor Ahumada and this is a true story, you can e-mail me anytime, i don´t really care about the DVD, i just wanted to share my story. If you could pass it around and if my experiences can save others from evil that to me is a prize in itself.
People need to know that evil is real, it is out there and it wants to destroy you by corrupting your soul and your being. But if such evil is capable of existing then perfect goodness exist as well. People need to know that GOD is very real as well, allmighty and powerful infinitely loving and caring and generous. He wants you to let him into your heart, surrender yourself to GOD, I did and i´ve never looked back
I have had a great many experiences with ghosts. For some reason I seem to attract them. The experience that is most precious to me is an experience I had with the ghost of my mother who crossed over 36 years ago.
I was pregnant with my son who is now 16 and had some complications which resulted in an emergency c-section. I was rushed to the hospital in Baltimore hemoraging and fighting for my life and the life of my son. I arrived at Johns Hopkins University Hospital and a fetal monitor detected no heartbeat. I was rushed to surgery to stop the bleeding and to remove this baby. When I woke up from surgery I learned from my very good friend that my baby was in the neonatal intensive care unit and that I was also in intensive care. She had told the nurses she was my sister. As we were talking a woman came into my room and said that she needed to check my incision. She looked so much like my mother but I was in a drugged state and slipping in and out of consciousness I couldn’t speak to her. She was wearing a white nurses uniform, blue sweater and paper hat. Her auburn hair was done up in a 1950′s style. She checked my incision and told me that no one had washed my legs. She went to the sink and brought back a tub and sponge and washed my legs. When she was finished she held my hand as I drifted in and out of consciousness. She told me that both my son and I would be all right and left the room.
My friend told me that after she left me and the nurse she went to the NICU to see my son. She left my son’s side crying because the nurses had told her that he had no heart beat when he was born and he had a 50 percent chance of survial. The nurses in the ICU had just told her that they did not expect me to live through the night. As she walked through the doors the same nurse who had entered my room was walking into the NICU and stopped her and hugged her and told her not to worry that we would both be all right.
We were all right and when my son was three months old we took a trip to my family home. I brought back a box of pictures from my childhood and was showing them to my friend. We went through many, laughing at the clothing, the hairstyles. And then we got to my mother’s nursing school graduation picture. My friend froze and asked me who was in the picture. I told her that it was my mother. She broke out in goose bumps and said, “She was there. She washed your legs, she told me you and David would be okay.” And I knew it too. Her presence has always been with me. I have always felt her and knew that I would be all right.
Hi,Ghost seem to following me house to house,thats what my kids say.well i had close family visit me and thats fine but one evening i went to my cousin home and her husband has a normal job but on the side he has been a voodoo priest for 25 year ,He is spanish so its common to practice santeria .Which i don’t know, i am catholic.so i saw the room which was scary mostly black slaves and some ladys too.I came home back to michigan and that night the first ghost came to me and said he is a black king named chango and his lady was singing to me and that was just the beginning to more ghost that took over my home.my cousin could’nt believe that they would follow me home but they did.I had everyone and some bad ones that smell like sulfer but it took a long time for them to leave.Now i have a spirit that warns me of danger and i am never late for work cause he wakes me up all the time.So i love ghosts cause they don’t hurt me cause i pray to St Michael and he seems to get the bad ones out.My teen boys now are used to them they are like part of the family.Not scared at all!!
As the author of my new book, “True Ghosts”, I have over 22 true ghost stories in my history. My husband and I live with our ghosts and typically ghosts do not bother us. We understand them, and they are welcome in our home.
However, there was ONE experience that terrified both of us. That is the one I will submit here!
One stormy, snowy winter night, my husband and I went down into our basement to install a punching bag from the ceiling. My husband had been experiencing a lot of stress in his job, and we decided he could work out his aggressions by punching the punching bag. We had all our tools laid out on the table and were just about ready to start pounding the holes for the bracket that would hold the punching bag.
Then we heard a clap of thunder, kind of unusual for a snow storm. THEN suddenly we heard a very anguished, low, moaning sound outside the side door to our house! We stared at each other. The sound came again. It sounded like a human voice howling in agony and frustration. I have never heard such an anguished moaning howl before! It stopped my heart for a second!
My husband bounded up the stairs two at a time and opened the side door and looking around. I came up behind him to take a look as well. There was about an inch of snow on the ground, and we fully expected to see footprints going around the house and God knows what else, but there were NO FOOTPRINTS IN THE SNOW. Not a single one!!!
We were both so unnerved by the experience that we never even went back downstairs that night. We abandoned our project entirely, and spent the evening trying to figure out who, or what, had made such anguished sounds outside our door!
I have my suspicions. I believe it was my mother and that she was trying to warn us not to hang that punching bag! Maybe she was afraid that the storm would connect with the metal brackets we were going to attach to the ceiling. She always was afraid of being struck by lightning. My husband thinks it was a ghostly animal howling to get in. Many of our beloved animals are in spirit now, so he could be right!
We have never met a ghost who caused actual harm to anyone, although I once was pushed down several steps during a ghost-busting session! Ghosts typically aren’t strong enough to do much physical harm, but they sure can cause their share of fright!
Happy ghost hunting to you!
i have so many stories i can fill a book, its almost a weekly thing, one night i had a hard time sleeping, i tossed and turned for many hours . i was about to fall asleep when my side of the bed went down , like someone sat down. i was up so fast trowing my blanket so far it fell off the bed, it took me not even a minute to levitate off the bed blanket flying and me flying out my bedroom door,i ended up in my hallway shaking in the dark, well i turned on the light swich once the light was on it felt better, so i returned to my bed room,grabed my top sheet and blanket and remade my bed, got in and hoped nothing else would bother me, now, before i fall to sleep i ask the angels to ring around my bed to keep any thing evil far away from me , so far nothing, i still hear little things and see things from the corner of my eye, every where i moved in the last 6 years everything has a ghost, my friend told me, its me thats hunted not where i live, could this be true? i’ve been seeing things for a long time’
’73 to ’74. Moved in a house that junkies “squatted” in before we moved in. During clean-up, we’d hear walking upstairs or in adjoining rooms. A friend of the family, that was helping, had three dogs, mean dogs. They were brought in to scare trespassers away but they cowered & had to be dragged out at the end of that cleaning session. One, a Bavarian shephard, that would bite Satan just spun in circles barking & staring upstairs.
I shared a bedroom with my nephew & we only had a box spring to sleep on. He’d have it one night while I slept on the floor, then the next night we’d trade. One evening it shook a few times. I knew he was just getting settled but if he shakes again I’m going to say something. He says, “Hey man, why don’t you relax..” “Me..!” I snapped back, “I thought that was you!” 15 min. later he jumped straight up & shouted, “Something’s pulling my blanket!” At the bottom right side of the box spring, there was a hole the size of a cantaloup. His blanket had been pulled inside it. We had two cats & suspected it was one of them but when we lifted it, the corner of the blanket was the only thing we saw.
I wore a large afro then. I called it, ironically, a super-natural because it was a foot high. I got up earlier than anyone else in the house to prepare for school. I was combing it when I heard footsteps walking the 12′ wooden porch leading to the door. It had a polyglass center & a shade in front of that. I raced down to see who was here this early before they woke the house. I pulled the shade open & there was no one there but the sound of the steps went right past me & up the stairs.
When I shared this with my nephew, he suggested I probably didn’t have to comb my hair after that & I said, “No, it was OTAY.” & did my best Buckwheat impersonation.
In September of 1984, I was practicing two evenings a week with the Northeast Oklahoma College Orchestra in Tahlequah, Oklahoma. Tahlequah is about an hour’s drive northeast of Pryor, which is where I lived, but the hills and scenery made the long drive a pleasant one.
One night, practice was cut short with the conductor informing us of a severe storm approaching the area. I left Tahlequah at approximately 7:30 that evening and proceeded to drive home.
I was just outside of town when what appeared to be a large, white bird skimmed the hood of my 1979 Mercury Cougar and glided up over my windshield. I ducked, but not before seeing that the bird’s wingspan covered the whole front windshield in both width and length. I was relieved when the expected collision did not happen and continued on my way home without stopping.
The air had a heavy feeling and there was a growing fog, but the night was still clear enough for me to watch for my landmarks. A typical girl when it comes to directions, landmarks are essential for me. Even when the drive was a straight run like this one was, landmarks are comforting. Some time later, I noticed that I had not seen a familiar landmark, an unpaved road that turned off to the right, but figured I had missed it due to preoccupation with the bird incident. Time passed, I kept driving, but now I was getting nervous for while the scenery was as I expected it to be, I did not see any of my familiar landmarks. I started wondering if I had somehow turned off the highway without realizing it.
I was considering turning around to head back towards Tahlequah when I noticed a man up ahead at the side of the road. I could not see him clearly but got the impression of the wind blowing dust all around him. It was his eyes though that caused my sudden unease. Even at the distance I was from him, his eyes glowed a bright electric blue. I remember thinking there was no way I was going to stop for him — impending storm and no other traffic be damned, the night had been weird enough without stopping for a hitchhiker with glowing eyes. Nevertheless, I continued to let the car slow and finally, stopped … even while I was conscious of telling myself I was not going to do that very same thing. The man got in silently and I started back down the road.
Although he was sitting next to me in the front seat, I could not get a clear image of him. It was as if I did not want to see him. I did, however, try to make small talk. I timidly asked his name, giving mine when I received no reply. I attempted a few other questions that were also met with silence and after a short time, gave up with a nervous laugh.
I was scared now. It seemed like I was driving a long time. I knew I had not turned off and was on the right road, but the one town that stood between Tahlequah and Pryor seemed no closer, nor had I seen any of my landmarks. I was lost, even though I knew there was no way I could be. More than the silent man next to me, the dichotomy between those two existing realities is what scared me the most. I knew I was lost but I was not lost. I nervously ignored my silent passenger as I tried to reason out my situation, and admittedly, tried not to panic.
All of a sudden, I felt a wave of nausea and dizziness pass over me, but it passed immediately and was quickly forgotten as the stoplight in the center of Salina, the town between Pryor and Tahlequah, rushed towards me! I was elated and as I stopped for the light, turned towards my rider with a huge stupid grin and laughed. I was getting ready to exclaim, “We made it!” for there had been in the back of mind a worrisome doubt that we would. The words died in my throat because the man was no longer there. Bewildered, I looked around for him, but instead, saw a medium sized dog out my passenger side window sitting in the deserted parking lot of the closed gas station on the corner. The dog was white with beige markings, but more importantly, possessed those same glowing electric blue eyes. I acknowledged him through our eye contact then he turned away and I drove the rest of the way home without incident until I reached Pryor.
I was not even in the driveway when my parents came running out. My mom was yelling at me and crying at the same time. My dad just stood there glaring and pale. My 15 year old sister was crying and yelling along with my mom. I was, again, simply bewildered.
After things calmed down, I found out the reason for them being so upset. It was four o’clock in the morning when I made it home … eight and a half hours after I had left the college for the hour drive home. Several tornadoes had made a direct hit in the area on the route I took and the roads were torn up and damaged.
I have no explanation for the lost time, nor did my car, as both mileage and gas were approximately where they should have been. Something took me safely through the storm, although admittedly, via a long drive elsewhere that resembled but didn’t quite match my normal route. And my rider … ghost, guide, skinwalker? I don’t know, I’ve never seen either form since.
I lived in Hawaii for 15 years and would often hear stories of ghosts that are specific to the Hawaiian Islands one kind is known as the “Night Marchers”. They are supposed ghost of dead warriors and /or royalty that periodically return to this world and march in formation once again.
Just before I left Hawaii, I was camping out alone on a remote beach where I hoped no one would find me, but something did. In late May during the waning moon around 10 pm, I heard people walking by my tent, I thought they were fishermen out for a night dive so I just lay still and wait for them to pass hoping not to be noticed. That is when someone came to my tent and called out my name in a deep, gutteral , masculine voice. I was petrified with fear cause I knew it as something other worldly. I was on an island where no one knew my name.
I later did dome research, the Hawaiian moon calender declared that that month and phase of the moon is when the “Night Marchers” appear. The beach where I camped ,Anae’ho’omalu was the sight where two major armies met in the days of old for a showdown.
My Hawaiian friend said , “Lucky you no get out of da tent” I is said that if you cross their path, they will take you with them. Your body will be found and the doctors with put “heart failure” on your death certificate. I don’t care if people laugh at me , they ARE real.
Ghosts and Haunted houses – I don’t believe in them. What I do recognize is displacement of energy. Why? Because after living in a so called haunted house in the Philippines for three years, I am convinced. At first I would not accept what was happening around me. First was the water. It would stop running and then when it pleased it would pour out of the taps. Next was the power. The television would switch off and on randomly. Then there was the toys that mobilized without a battery. The glimpse of a mist in the corner of my eye. Furniture began to move independantly. Dinner guests left my house frightened vowing never to return. Then the sleepless nights. It lasted for two and a half months. Guestless parties seemed to erupt after midnight. Night after night I walked through my living room to the echo of loud music and wine glasses clashing. The laughter and mumbles of conversation filtered throughout the whole house. Invisible people seemed to be all around me. Footsteps marched across the tiled floors in every direction. Then it stopped as suddenly and unexpectedly as it started.
I am a person who subscribes to the thought that every question has an answer and every problem has a solution. Even if the answers and solutions are not yet understood. I spent weeks in America searching bookstores and libraries for answers. Every book I read suggested that my house was haunted and the misty outline of figures were ghosts. I was not so convinced. Then I took upon myself to conduct my own investigations. I documented the fear factor overshadowed by visitors when they experienced the obvious activities. I noticed that the idea of fear was a major contributing factor to the ghost conclusion. Rationality and logic were sabotaged by this emotion of fear. My reaction was curiosity rather than superstition so therefore fear was not a component of my reaction. Three years I lived in this house and it was only my move to Hong Kong that gave reason for me to leave. This is because I took my search a little deeper and observed more closely to what really was taking place in this house.
First I noticed that there were certain hot spots in and around the house. I prefer to call them high energy areas. One ghostly regular I nicknamed ‘the caretaker’ because everyday at precisely 6.10pm he would cruise from the kitchen through the dining room onto the living room and out the front door. This was like a time warp. It was locked in a replay of a movement that was repetitive. I would liken this to playing a video over and over again. Random ghostly activities increased when there was an increase in the amount of people in the house. The more power used in the house also increased activities independently. On further investigations I discovered that the very spot where the house stood there had been a military massacre in years gone by. Those possessed with fear would suggest that this would be the reasoning for the ghosts. But for me searching for an answer suggests an excess of energy. Combine the idea instilled upon us about ghosts then even someone like me would project an optical illusion of ghosts. Once I started to clear away the inbedded idea of ghosts then I started to witness the activity of pure build up of energy. This energy was released and through the eyes of the observer it materialized as ghosts. Eventually I began to see it as an activity that science struggles to understand.
You see it is because I have lived in a haunted house and witnessed ghostly figures that I know this concept is wrong. It is in my experience that this is a phenomenon which is yet to be truthfully and scientifically understood. Culture and religion has dictated to us a programmed response to these events.
Sorry but I cannot join the hysteria of ghosts and my reason is that I have engaged in this experience.
I have had my own experience with a ghost in our house, but nothing beats my mom’s story. Around midnight before my (older) half-sister’s birthday, my mom woke up to see my asthmatic dad gasping for air, eyes wide open. It wasn’t his usual asthma attack. Then she noticed that the room was unusually chilly (it was late March, one of the hottest periods in Southeast Asia). The bottom of the window curtains were slowly moving, and an eerie-sounding voice (as if coming from someplace very far away) was calling my father’s name over and over again. My father was a widower when my mom married him. His first wife had died on the delivery room table before midnight, and my half-sister was delivered by C-section after her own mom had expired. Her birthday and her mom’s death, although separated by a short span of time, fell on different dates. Thus that midnight before my half-sister’s birthday, when my mom and dad had that unusual experience, was also the death anniversary of my dad’s first wife.
Before I was married, when I was in my twenties, I was sitting up in bed reading, waiting for my father to come home after working late. My mother was convalescing after an operation at her sister’s place on the Gold Coast. I became aware of a tall cowled, long robed, silvery-blue figure beside my bed; but I had not heard a sound. It had walked into my bedroom and after observing me walked out through the window. We were living in a double story house at the time. I remember pinching myself to see if I was really awake. It wasn’t until eight years later that I saw this being again. Yes, it was a ghostly figure in so far as it could walk through walls and just suddenly appear out of nowhere. I have seen this being on numerous occasions since. Once it stood at the end of my bed, reading from a long scroll after waking me from sleep by producing flashing lights and knocking sounds in my head. Apart from this being, I often see beings walking through my house, or waking me at night when they bend over my bed. I have come to realize that these are lost souls, looking for the way back home, and fortunately, the silvery blue one has shown me how to assist them.
I’m sorry, but I have a one-of-a-kind name so I am using only my first initial and maiden name lest the rest of my family stumbles upon this confession in a Google search.
Only my poor husband knows about these experiences and has even somewhat witnessed them through his close association with me, but I have had no less than 4 “encounters” so far.
The first and oldest seems more and more like a dream as time passes (at least I wish it had been). My grandpa had been in the hospital in Houston for a few weeks in critical condition. My brother and I lived with him and grandma at the time. I was six. One night, when I knew grandma was asleep and alone while grandpa was away, I took this opportunity to slowly crawl into her room, hoping to get some of the Oreos she kept stashed under the bed.
I was just pulling out the long rectangular tupperware container which held my prey, when I heard my grandpa’s voice sternly snap out my name with the tone he’d always used when I was in for a whoopin’.
Almost that same instant, as I jumped out of my skin, startled, the phone at grandma’s bedside rang. It was very very late (or early, however you wish to see it), and as grandma sat up to answer the phone, I started wailing with despair…
Grandpa was dead, and I knew it before grandma even picked up the phone to get the news from the hospital.
My grandparents had lived in that house for almost 50 years…he’d built it himself. So it doesn’t surprise me that others have seen, heard and in some cases felt grandpa’s presence.
Ten years after his death, his 2 year old grandson, who had never seen him in life, would suddenly call out a hello to a corner of the living room. When asked who he was talking to, he’d reply it was his Papa (the name our grandpa asked us to call him). “Can’t you see him? He’s a big man!” this toddler would shout out. Grandpa was 6 foot 3 and 250 lbs.
From time to time, grandma said she would awake suddenly when someone would slap the bottom of her bare feet jutting out from beneath the blanket. Grandpa loved to mess with her like this in life.
Guests sleeping over would hear noise out in his woodshop at night, but checking it out would reveal only his empty two story shop and silent tools and equipment.
Having once before known someone I loved was dead before the news was delivered through normal channels, I was not surprised by my latest experience a month ago.
I was standing in the bathroom with the door open to the hall, brushing my hair when I saw to my left side someone pass by in the hallway wearing a brown flannel shirt. My husband never wears anything flannel since his “grunge” days in college, but here he was standing there dressed like my Dad would dress staring quietly at me while I finished tying up my hair for the night before I turned to look at him. When I finally turned to make fun of him for his clothes and ask where he’d dug them up, no one was there.
No one was in the hall anymore…and I thought suddenly and quite strongly of my father. Calling to my husband, he shouted back from the living room. He’d heard someone by the front door and then moving down the hall but had thought it was me.
We called to check on my Dad. To my sadness and horror, I was informed he had just died less than half an hour ago. It comforts me that he’d decided to come for one last look at me.
When our neighbor found out that my aunt was psychic, told fortunes and communicated with people who had passed on, she invited my aunt to make contact with her mother who she missed so much.
So, we went to the neighbor’s home next door and sat in the living room. My aunt proceeded to kneel in the middle of the room on the carpeted floor.
She began saying the name of the departed person and instructed us to look at a small reflected light in the corner and focus there. It was daytime but with curtains drawn. Several minutes passed…10 or 15.
We sat quiet and waiting. There were about 6 of us and my dog. My aunt got louder and louder and even emotional with tears while she called the name of the neighbor’s mother. It was pretty creepy because I had never seen my aunt do anything like that before.
Eventually, to our amazement, a smoky, transparent and wispy form appeared in the corner of the room where we were focusing. The shape resembled a human form kind of floating in the corner. The white wispy insides were moving around which looked something like smoke but it was contained with an edge.
We were stunned. Suddenly my dog ran over to it and started to bark.
Then the neighbor’s husband quickly got up off the sofa and flipped on the light saying he didn’t believe in such things (using a couple of expletives). I think the guy was really scared…like the rest of us!
So, the ghost disappeared as soon as the light came on.
That was my one and only encounter with a ghost. I don’t recommend inviting entities into ones environment like that!
My aunt has since died. For me, I only invite the Loving Creator, the Absolute, Jesus Christ, Guardian Angels and all other good guys into my presence…cause who really knows what is out there in all the other unknown dimensions…just waiting for invitations…
The most profound ‘seeing’ experience happened when I was 18 years old and studying for my A Levels at Friends School in Lisburn, Northern Ireland, which has been in existence for a few hundred years. It was mid-October and my final school exams were starting in a few days. I was a boarder at the school and it was well after 1am when I called it a night and closed my books. I left my bedroom which was on the third floor of the boarding department, to visit the girls’ communal bathroom. It was extremely cold and eerily quiet and as I rounded the corner, I saw a young woman standing about half-way down the long corridor, just past the bathroom’s door. She was dressed in a soft grey long dress that looked like it was made of some warm material, with a bodice that was laced up the front and a white blouse of sorts. She had a pretty face and long blond hair that was neatly pinned back. I was so startled I said ‘What are you doing?’ (I was a senior Prefect, so checking on naughty girls up to no good was 2nd nature!) Then I realised she was a few years older than me and she looked so sad. My heart was pounding and I still remember the hot, prickly feeling that shot through my entire body when I realised I was seeing something that was paranormal. A few moments went by and she just stood there, looking at me. I felt that nothing was going to happen unless I made some move, so I took a deep breath and started walking towards her. She watched me for a bit and as I got close to the bathroom door, she turned and calmly walked/glided further away, down the corridor. At the end of the corridor was a door into a small TV room. I watched her go through this door towards the building’s outside wall, where there was a large floor to ceiling window. She stopped, turned and looked at me and then turned back, paused for a second and then seemed to take a big step – and disappeared. Needless to say, my visit to the bathroom was the fastest ever! A few days later, I plucked up the courage to tell one of the other senior girls, who told the Matron. She called me into her study that night and explained to me that I had seen ‘The Lady in Grey’. She said that this lady was a teacher at the school in the 16/17/18th century (can’t recall which one), when Northern Ireland was at war. I can’t recall what the fighting was about but apparently, the winning side had taken to chopping off the heads of those opposing soldiers they killed, marching through the town of Lisburn with these gruesome heads impaled on pikes. The Matron’s story was that the Lady in Grey was engaged to a man who was on ‘the other side’. Her family were completely against her engagement so she and her fiance had decided to elope. The day this was supposed to happen, this lady had looked out from her classroom and had seen her beloved’s head impaled on a pike of a soldier marching past the school. She was so grief stricken that she had taken her life, by jumping out of the floor-to-ceiling window that I had seen her disapear through. She apparently has been seen through the centuries many times, but always on that night in mid-October – the anniversary of her and her fiance’s death. The school records these appearances and the Matron offered to show me the archives, but with exams upon me – and then the celebrations of leaving school forever, I never took her up on her offer.
Mark…..
In 1983 my cousin Mark was murdered. I was not really close to him but his death impacted me so much! He had just graduated HS and was going to start college. He and his girlfriend went to a rock concert. On the way home they stoped to get something to eat. that is when some guy tried to rob him and Mark was shot in the head in the scuffle.
I had had never had “Ghost Encounters” until Mark passed. It started the night of his first “viewing”. He had no flowers when we for to the funeral home so my son and daughter and I went to get some. When we were leaving the florist shop the sales person gave us 3 individual “red long stem roses”. when we got to the funeral home we placed the flowers by the casket and the roses on the lid of the casket. As his parents we viewing the body, they started looking l=closely at the area near Marks head. They called the Funeral director in and he started looking as well. They talked a bit then the F/D placed the long stemed roses from the top of the casket and plased them along side Mark’s head……strange at the time.
The next day I went and bought a rosary for Mark just in case he did not have one. That night at the rosary service at the Catholic church
I found a little black rosary on the pew I sat in. It was coiled up and the crucifix was standing straight-up. It caught my eye and I picked it up. Marks classmates started to view him and placed flowers, pictures, notes on his chest and consiquently they all covered his hands as well. I was so overwhelmed with grief that I forgot about the rosary I had bought for him and did not place it in the casket. The day of the funeral (after he was interned) I told my aunt and Mark’s mom about the rosary I had bought and about the little rosary I had found. I showed the little black rosary to my aunt and she freaked out!!! She said “this is Mark’s” rosary. How did you get it?? I told her what happened in the church. By this time they were crying and could not recall if Mark had “his rosary” at the time he was interned. His hands were covered with flowers and the other stuff his classmates had placed on him……strange
Two weeks later I was sitting in my living room talking to my husband before work. There was an atrium that ran the entire length of the house and the living room opened up to it. As we were talking I saw a plant in the atrium move as if someone peered out through the plant. I caught a quick glimps of the person. I turned and the leaves of the plant were moving but no one was there. My husband got up to see if someone was perhaps it the next room… No, no one was there. Within 2 minutes after that I saw Mark walking through the atrium!!!! He was clear as day but I could see through him!!!! My husband asked me what was wrong. He had his back to the atriun so he did not see Mark. Of course my husband though I was losing my mind. I know what I saw. I will never forget it. Mark was wearing a crazy “tacky” outfit. It was a multy colored t-shirt with a hole at the bottom, navy blue cord pants and Van’s slip ons with black and white checks. A couple of hours later my other cousin called me all scared and told me that her daughter Nannett had stated that she had “seen Mark” at Doreen’s house (my house). In a lucid dream I perhaps or maybe some sort of “vision”. She was in her bedroom in her home…AND she had never seen the atriun since it had just been added to our home. Nannett had not visited my home since it had been built. She discribed the area of my home where she saw Mark. Which was the discription of the atrium! She discribed the same outfit including the T-shirt with the hole. However, in her case Mark was wearing “light blue” cord pants. We could not quite understand what had happened.
We waited a couple of weeks before approaching his mother with our experience. When we did, we were shocked to find out that Mark would wear that outfit when he worked on his car….and he wore either his navy blue cords or his light blue cord pants. She took us to his closet opened the door and there was the shirt with the hole on the bottom, cord pants, light blue and dark blue and checkered Van’s.!!!! His mom was sure we saw Mark. There is not way we could have known about the “crazy outfit”…….strange
At that moment I decided to ask her why they had placed the roses near Mark’s head at th first viewing. She said “it was so strange.” “There were three drops of “fresh red blod” on the pillow next to his head. they placed the roses there to hide them!”….
A few weeks this visit with his mom, I had done some “automatic writing” I did not even know what that was!!! I was sitting with a pen in my hand ready to write down a grocery list when all of a sudden I started writing BUT, “I” wasn’t actually conciously doing the writing. It was a scary feeling. I just went with it. Mark had communicated saying that he took the “roses” because me and my children had cared enough to get the flowers for him. He stated that the three roses representsed me and my two kids and that he would be with us always and watch over us……..he has to this day. My son and daughter believe it too!
Mark communicated messages to me directed to his mother for months. She was able to validate the messages as she knew what he was talking about. I did not!!! She said that the hand writing looked exactly like Mark’s. She showed me some old home work papers of his. Sure enough, it was the same script!
Then all of a sudden Mark stated that he could no longer communicate that way…..other spirits were “getting in” and that was not good. (we had started experiencing poltergist activity in the house. This is a whole other story). He said “stop this form of communication.” “I will leave you signs to let you know that I am with you.” He then drew a side ways 8 with a little tail on one end. I did not know what that ment. Later we were told that it could be an “infinity sign” I started finding them all over the place. Made from anything from string to wire. Soon my children were finding them as well. I mean sure you will find something in that shape once in a while…but, everyday 10-20 times a day. All the same perfect shape of an 8 with a tail??? To this day we find them. Not in copious amounts like years back but on a regular basis. Makes sense now an infinity sign with Mark’s personal trademark, “a little tail”
Many more things happened during that time. Especially with the poltergist activity before Mark said to STOP! I even got some help from Thelma Moss and Cary Gainer. They were parapsyhcologists at UCLA and were the technical advisors for the movie “The Entity” I would go into that but, it is to much to share in this format.
All I know is that Mark is still near. It seems that when I or my kids are going through a rough moment Mark will leave us his “mark” to let us know “I am hear”. I guess it is Mark’s way of letting us know he is our “Guardian Angle forever and into infinity”…….Love you Mark!
I have had several experiences with ghosts – mostly with my own family after they have crossed over.
My daughter, Natalie, left us at nine months old. She was a happy and spiritual child, who enjoyed being in her walker and playing with plants. She had the ability to touch them and heal them. On July 1, 1972, she passed away from smoke axphixiation. We stayed with friends in Burlington, Ontario, while at the same time holding the memorial service and cremation there as well.
We returned to our apartment for a week before taking the ashes to England to be interned at the Church, where my husband, at the time, and I were married.
I was sitting reading in my living room when I heard Natalie’s walker coming down the corridor towards me. Nobody was there, of course. The sound continued into the living room and stopped next to a “rubber” plant that was dying. There were still one or two leaves on the stalk. They suddenly started to move up and down. I sat there gaping at what was occurring – for not only were the leaves moving, but the earth in the pot was being ejected and landing on the floor. I knew it was Natalie. She was telling me to repot the plant. She was also telling me that everything was Ok and happy.
Several years later, I received a call from my father in England, telling me to come over as my mother was ready to “leave”. She had cancer and it had spread throughout her body. I arrived home and went in to see my mother. She was in a coma. I was shocked by her appearance, as I had not seen her in mearly nine months. I knew that this was due to the illness. I told her that I had arrived safely and bid my farewells, wishing her well on the next leg of her journey. It was good to just sit with her and tell her how I felt.
She passed away shortly afterwards. My father went into automatic mode and made arrangements for her to have a Russian Orthodox service in an Anglican Church. This was unprecedented at the time and particularly in the village where outsiders had not lived there for centuries. My mother had managed during the years of living there to convert everyone.
The day of the funeral, a friend of ours, who was also an orthodox priest came down from London to perform the ceremony. The Church was full of friends, acquaintances, and the Villagers. Mum’s coffin stood in the main aisle between the choir stalls covered in flowers. It was beautiful.
Father Vladimir went up to the high altar and turned to the congregation – “You realise that Marie (Moura) is now closer to you in death than she was in life”. I turned to look at the coffin and as I did so, I saw my mother, as she was before her illness, reclining on the first “choir” pew, laughing her head off. I choked rather loudly. My father scowled at me angrily (for disturbing the service), my grandmother, who was standing on my left, burst into tears again, and my sister, on my right, jabbed me in the ribs (that hurt). I was still smiling though.
I found the experience to be very helpful in my grieving process. It was good to know that what we perceive in the physical is but an illusion of the reality. Mum had transcended and become who she was, a beautiful light that shone brightly in all the lives of the people in that church. There was no reason to be sad. She was still there, beyond the veil and she was happy and what the priest had said was indeed true.
When my father passed away three years ago, I experienced a totally different visitation. I arrived in England after my father had passed and my sister and stepmother had arranged for me to attend a “viewing” at the local funeral parlor. I must admit that this seemed a little creepy to me, despite my previous experiences with “dead” bodies. I went though.
As I looked at my father, I felt no “energy” in the body. Physically, he looked good and was dressed in his favorite clothes. I had no sense of his presence in the “viewing room” at all. My sister was upset and crying. I made my farewells and left the room. Just ourside, I felt a presence or energy, gentle and comforting and I heard: “I am here and will always be here for you. I am home and everything is OK. Look after your sister and Joan (my stepmother). I smiled!
The one main thing that I really realised with my father’s death is that the body is indeed just a vehicle for “WHO WE ARE”. Death is a portal to another reality. We, in our dense bodies, just can’t see the other side yet.
I moved into my present flat in Sept 1991, actually 19/9/91. I was not aware that the previous occupant had died of a heart attack in the bathroom, on the toilet!
The move took a week, and once I had moved in, I started to paint the flat which was all in pink, pink rooms, pink doors, pink carpet! It is quite possible that painting the flat in white may or may not have upset the unseen occupant, who, again, I learned much later, loved her flat and simply loved the colour pink!
I would start painting the flat as soon as I returned home from work and continued painting for 3-4 hours each evening.
One evening a colleague telephoned me, he was on the night shift and wanted to have a bit of a chat, so I told him to call back as I was in the process of washing the paintbrushes and then wanted to watch a favourite soap, could he call after the soap finished? He agreed.
Whilst I was washing the brushes in the bathroom, the bathroom door quietly closed, despite there being a door stop. Not only did the door close, but all the hinges etc of the door lock – internal mechinism, simply came apart and fell into the door cavity, thus locking me inside the bathroom.
Now the bathroom, does not have any windows just a ventilation system, I used whatever instruments I had on hand to try to unjamb the door/lock but to no avail, I was locked in!
At about 8pm, I heard my phone ringing and ringing, this was my colleague phoning me back. By this time, I had started to feel fairly dizzy, as the ventilation system was not just old but had not been serviced for years!
At about 9pm the phone started to ring again, and then again at 10pm.
All this time, I did what I could to open the bathroom door, but it was shut so tight! I did have an old knife with me, that I had used to stir the paint, well that was no help either apart from the fact that I managed to take the door handle out as well as some of the mechanism, thus making a small hole in the door, just big enough for an eye to peer out of!
All this time, I kept shouting for help – to no avail!
Thankfully, one of the walls of the bathroom, divides my flat from the next door flat, so I started hammering on the wall.
Nothing happened! I remembered the elderly lady who lived next door was hard of hearing and she’d had her t.v. on full blast, so I banged on the wall harder than ever.
At around 11.30ish, the old lady heard the banging, and managed to make out that I had been locked inside my bathroom. She said she would call our housekeeper, who lived a few doors down, just my luck, the housekeeper was out!
All this while the phone kept ringing and ringing!
It must have been around midnight, that I heard the housekeeper with a locksmith trying to open my front door, and all I could hear was that the front door was jammed, the lock would not turn!
Anyway, the locksmith managed to partially break the front door down -once in, the elderly lady asked if she should answer my phone which had been ringing incessently. I could hear her say to my colleague ‘No you can’t speak to her, she is locked in her bathroom’. The poor locksmith had to break the bathroom door down as he was totally unable to open it from the outside.
When the door finally opened, he accused me of having turned the inside lock! but on closer inspection, he just could not understand why the main part of the lock mechanism had fallen inside the door cavity! ‘Oh’ he said, ‘poor workmanship’.
Now the previous occupant had lived in this flat for years and years, and she never had a problem with the locks on the doors!
How did the doorstop move away from the door? What made the door close? there was no breeze? I had, had my back to the bathroom door, when it closed shut!
About 4 months down the line, I was told by my elderly neighbour, who had been childhood friends with the previous? occupant of my flat, that the lady had died in the bathroom.
After this incident, a number of other occurances took place, i.e. the cooker would turn on by itself, just the gas! when having a really hot bath one night, I found myself looking up at the mirror to see an invisible hand writing the full name of the previous occupant!
This was the last straw, I asked this lady to go in peace and leave me alone. Though she did leave me in peace, I would see from time to time, a shadow flitting past, going towards the very tall victorian windows, over looking a garden. I was then told by my next door neighbour that Ms. Barrow, had her desk near the window, where she would sit and write – she had been one of the top committee members of the Royal Society for the Blind, an organisation she had committed her life to, and in return had been awarded an OBE (Order of the British Empire).
Day’s later, I called in a priest to come and bless the flat! But did Ms. Barrow leave?? she would return every now and again.
She left me in peace, 4 years later, when my elderly neighbour died in her sleep, in the flat next door! for my new neighbour who moved in, that is another story!
Not wishing to take any more chances, I decided to keep a cat, and when he passed away, I have kept other cats – they are pretty sensitive things and no doubt would warn me of any unseen, eerie, not of this world beings!!!
Lubna
I had a lot of experiences with ghosts, and also angels and, in the past as nurse, with less lovely entities.
One of them happened about 25 years ago, in my night shift, when I was working in a hospital for diabetics. The day before we had welcomed a new patient. He was an older man, a really lovely grandpa, one of those who one wants to cuddle, that kind of grandpa that every child would love.
During our night shift, we were always two nurses, we were allowed to take a nap in between work when nobody would call. So my colleague and I did. When suddenly a screaming broke loose that was so startling that it made our blood freeze. A scream so unhumanly and spooky, it sounded from beyond the world. My colleague and I, both scared, taking each others hand, slowly, very slowly and carefully went to search the source of the scream. There it came out of the room of the lovely grandpa. We opened the door, and found the randpa lying on the floor, beating around him with his walking stick in both his hands, screaming with a voice in diabolic rage and fury. He now had such a power, it was impossible for the two of us to hold him, and we had to call three other colleagues from the other floors. So 4 of us would hold his hands and feet, while I took his head and gave him apple juice as first aid, to stop his diabetic shock (I learned much later that patients in a diabetic shock are highly vulnerable for entity possession). I looked into his eyes – there was nothing of that grandpa anymore, these eyes were burning red and had no human expression. Grandpa was clearly possessed by some entity that almost reminded at the “Exorcist”. I felt a shift in myself, a moment where I forgot my fear in the Now – I had to get this grandpa saved was all that counted, and all my being poured together into one point: a doubtless will from inside to bring grandpa back.
Finally he calmed down. And grandpa himself again was there. With a strange expression he hugged me and said: “Thank you, girl, you are going to evolve into some skills.”
But it wasn’t finished yet. Obviously I caused the entity become furious. The nights after that event, whenever I was about to take my nap – it tried to pull me out of my body. This repeated a few times, and every time in fright I escaped it and got back into my body, awakening. My colleague every time said, she did not see it, but she heard a spooky voice. The last time, that entity pulled me out and strangled me, I could see it was a tall being, wearing a long black hood coat. It was in range that I had pushed him out of his host, the grandpa. I was almost paralyzed in panic, when suddenly a bright light being appeared before me, my guardian angel. He touched my heart and a light from inside me expanded, grew bigger and poured out of me. I could see the light catapulting the dark entity far away, I landed back in my body, and the angel said: “thats what you are learning, how to use your inner power, now you can expand it with your intention, know that the power of the heart is the only real power there is.”
The entity never appeared again, and grandpa also never again was possessed.
When I was 15 or so me and my family lived in a small town in South Dakota. I had a friend staying with us from out of town. We were in the basement of the house and everyone else was upstairs. We heard a small comotion upstairs and I went to see what was going on. When I got upstairs I say my family sitting in the living room and I was then informed that my sister in law was not feeling well and in my brothers room was something that was not supposed to be there. They said if you go in there and look at the corner closest to the living room you will see 3 light circles, one green, one orangeish, and one red. My friend from out of town went in the room and saw the circles of light. At that time my sister in law was feeling nauseated and had really bad heartburn. In a split second my dog lunged at her, I tried to catch the dog and was thrown back into my seat and held there by something I could’nt see. My mother yelled at me to grab the dog but I could’nt move. My sister in law was being pinned up against the wall and screaming in a deep horrible sounding voice and my father came running out of his bedroom where he had been sleeping. He was so startled by this noise that he ran out naked. We started praying and she (my sister in law) was released from the hold that had her pinned to the wall. I was able to get up and I tried to make it downstairs to get the others that were there and I was unable to make it to the basement door. I was unable to breath or move, my body was more or less paralized. My mother had yelled for the people in the basement and they heard her so they came upstairs. We went to the church right away and had them come to our house the next day (no one was able to sleep after this) and bless the house in an effort to release the spirits. To this day if I hear something that don’t sound familiar in my house I have a hard time sleeping in the dark.
Here’s a couple encounters I can recall….
During college, I was doing an internship and staying with friends of the family, a married couple in their forties, in St. Petersburg, Florida. One night I awoke to a what seemed to be some sort of “hissing” sound. When I opened my eyes, there was an old woman glaring back at me. She was barely 2 feet away and appeared to be yelling at me, but could only muster this faint, raspy hiss. I was frozen with fear. She was translucent, so I could sort of see through her. I could feel the cold, and see that she did not want me there. I eventually came to my senses, and I yelled, “Go away! Go away! You don’t belong here!” And she vanished…. So, the next morning as I sat down to breakfast with my hosts, I told them about my encounter from the night before. Both of their faces turned white. They looked at each and then back at me. Then they told me that the previous owner was an old, mute woman who had died in the very room I was staying in.
And here’s another fun one…. I grew up in the Pinelands area of South Jersey. It is well known for being home to the legendary “Jersey Devil”. There is a mile and a half stretch of road called United States Avenue with nothing but thick woods on either side and almost no streetlights. We used to drive this route to get to high school and to visit friends on the other side of town. Well, one night I was driving back home along this route. Off in the distance on the right-hand side of the road, there was some strange illumination. I began to slow down. As I got closer, I appeared to be some sort of humanoid type figure running through the woods toward the road. I slowed even more and tried to focus my eyes. I was now within a 50-100 feet of this thing. And it looked almost like a person engulfed from head to toe in red and yellow flame. They were running quickly toward the roadside. Now the woods along the road were cut back about 15 feet on each side. As it approached the clearing, I slammed on my brakes. This thing hit the clearing for a couple steps and then jumped all the way across the road in front of my car and landed on the other side. But then it stopped. It stopped and turned its head to look at me. I froze. It only looked for a second, but what’s weird was that it was a puzzled look, as if to say “What are you doing here?” I felt as if I had somehow stepped into this creature’s world or dimension. Then it turned away, started running into the woods for another 10 feet or so, and then just vanished. I was all alone, stopped in the middle of this dark road. My heart was pounding through my chest and I was squeezing that steering wheel like my life depended on it. I finally regained some composure, hit the automatic door lock, and sped home. To this day, I am still not exactly sure what kind of entity I saw there.
These are just two of the many encounters I have had over the years.
Hi beautiful people.
We are currently living in a very large 2 storey home, which we have been renting for over 3 years. We are a family of 5, with my husband, myself, and our 3 grown up children, their partners, and our 14 month old grandson. We also share our home with some interesting entities?? or maybe it should be, they share their home with us. The only history I can find, is that this entire housing area, used to be a large homestead. In the last century, it was a colony for settlers.
Our first experiences with our ghosts, occurred shortly after we moved in. Our kids told me stories about their experiences, but I would not have believed it, until my husband told me his story. (He is a lovable skeptic.) He awoke in the early hours one morning, to a gentleman standing beside the bed, just looking at him. Also, there was a young boy with him. My husband says that the gentleman was dressed in a suit (period costume), very similar to a butler, or waiter, and the boy was also dressed in period costume – similar to play clothes from that era. They disappeared after a minute or so.
Since then, they have been seen, by everyone in this house, except me. I have only heard them.
We also have a lady with red hair, styled neatly on her head, and she is wearing what looks like a red ballgown, from yesteryear. She stands at the bottom of the stairs, next to the sliding door, which is the entry to a large room downstairs. In that room, is a drinks bar. Behind the bar, is the gentleman in the suit, that my husband saw. (Our kids are using this room as a bedroom.) Our son says that he feels safe with the waiter?? there, and sleeps soundly when he knows he’s there.
Also, we have a small ghost dog, similar to a terrier. This dog is playful, and scuttles up and down the corridor, with the little boy. We have wooden floorboards, so every noise is obvious. The lttle boy also has the most delightful giggle!
A lady with blonde hair passes through every so often. She has been seen by our frightened next door neighbous, who awoke to her standing at the foot of their bed one night.
Our daughter was doing her hair one night, and she saw the blonde lady in her mirror. Our daughter watched her (in the mirror) walk across the room, and disappear through the wall.
Also, one night, our son-in-law opened the back door to the large room downstairs, and a very well-spoken man’s voice said, “Oh please!!”
Our labrador used to bark when she was in her bed in the downstairs laundry. (She has sadly passed away now, from cancer, after 11 and a half years.) We couldn’t see anything or anyone, but she did.
Our grandson smiles and giggles, at someone near the top of the stairs, and our touchlamps dim and get brighter while nobody is near them. Our grandson’s baby toys play music, and make sounds while nobody is near them. The lady in the ballgown, opens up the toilet door while someone is in there.
I am the only one who hasn’t seen our ghosts, but I hear playful laughter, and sense a combination of warmth, and occasionally a cool brush of air around me. I’m not worried about their presence, as long as my family is safe. I sense that we are safe and protected in a way. So life continues, albeit in an unsuspecting way.
I had a few encounters with spirits: My sons were 5 and 6, sitting at the dining room table. I was in the dining roon and felt a presense come into the living room window. Then out of the corner of my left eye, I saw a small misty form at the dining room. It said nothing, and quickly left down the hallway and out thru the window of the small bedroom, as my son Joe said,”It’s going down the hall.” That year 1971, I had lost my brother in August and my grandma Helen on Good Friday. Because she was under five feet, I thought often that she had visited, just briefly. I felt a neutral energy, nothing good or bad. Not so with other visits. I would be in the bed and this force would come and choke me, and I would be paralyzed and fearful. But I would fight and resist mentally. Gradually the presense of force left. I would pray and relax. I would feel safe. At other times, a headless spirit would invade my almost sleep state and frighten me with strange sounds. I would fight it and it would leave. This happened at least three too many times, maybe more. Then I thought. What could I do to end the fearful visits? I could make a head of clay in my imagination and offer it to the spirit. I really did not know what it wanted from me. The spirit came. I showed the head or tried to. I think I said,” I have a head for you.” And it was gone instantly and never returned. I laughed. I then knew it only aimed to put me in a state of fearful fear. And I had beaten it by rejecting fear. So, when I watched horror movies, I could not be afraid. I was in my 30′s then. I would sense a presense, and because I had looked for help, knew to invoke the name of Jesus, and the force exited instantly. Some spirits are benign. I remember a spirit coming into my body. Again the feeling was neutral. I just went to sleep. I was not alarmed. I remained myself when I woke up. A friend at work said she felt the presense of a large spirit moving down a long hall. Some aides would not choose to work nights again cause they saw spirits move room to room down the halls. Thirty-eight years have passed. The horror movies are soo scarey now. At times I can feel the prickle of fear and then I remind myself, “The only thing I have to fear is fear itself.” Fear as an emotion can be eased by attending to the now moment, where I am, putting on light, deep breathing( Did you ever notice that fear shortens breathing almost to a stop?), finding people to be with, changing the TV channel, putting on a warm sweater, making a phone call, drinking some hot chocolate, coffee, or tea, praying the name of Jesus, which shatters all blocks, and releases the Light: Gone is darkness and all is free. I was directed to this site to see the experience of the guardian angel who touched her heart and the light expanded and blew away the darkness of the entity that tried to take her away. The Angel’s words meant so much to me. I learned in Spring Forest ChiGong to place a candle in the heart. Now I know why: We are all learning the power of the heart is so powerful, it is the only real power there is. Darkness has no power over the expanded Light from the heart chakra. There in the email from Sabine is such a learning, such a teaching, did we see it? It blew away the darkness! Dark spirits have no protection from Light. They are gone! Fear is gone! In it’s place we have feelings of safety, calm, and peace. The Angel said more. She said in essence that intentions from the Heartlight expand in power, and are power. What we intend when joined with the Light of the Heart goes out where directed. So, let us intend with goodness, joy, compassion to light the way for all who are caught in darkness, and lift them into freedom. and teach them the way of the all powerful Heart. I can say no more. My heart is full of gratitude.
My wife and I were on our way home after visiting her brother. It was just a little after 10:00 P.M. As we were driving along, my wife(Linda) said it felt as though someone was sittimg in the back seat with their knees pushing against the back of her seat. making it very uncomfortable for her to sit there.
I said “If you want to ride with us, shift over a bit so Linda is comfortable. At once the pressure eased up and Linda said she was fine. There was not much traffic coming our way, but every so often I would glance in the rear view mirror to ensure I was not being tail-gated.
Well, about a minute after my statement, I glanced in the rear view mirror and could see a tall young man(about 6’2″ approx.) sitting in the centre of the back seat. He had a slim build and a hair style like the 50′s duck tail that was popular with the guys. I then told Linda what was going on, and said I was going to check something out. I made sure no traffic was coming our way, and quickly looked over my right shoulder. There was no-one in the back seat. I figured that that was kind of interesting and checked the rear view mirror again. The young man was still sitting in the same position and I could see the outline of him as clearly as I could see my wife. I then told him he was welcome to come all the way home with us or he could leave anytime he wanted. We lost him a few miles after that. Linda and I were not in the least disturbed by this, and we hope that at least for a little while, we were able to make him feel welcome. We hope that he will soon find the peace that he deserves and is reunited with his loved ones. For me personally, it was an experience I will never forget.
Not sure if this is where to submit a story but here goes,
There are so many stories it is hard to decide which is the best. The other thing is that this is ongoing even today. We moved into a new house on hwy 40 on the east side of Indianpolis when I was in the 6th grade. Strange things began to occur almost immediately. The house is a tri-level. One evening while myself and some girlfriends were all upstairs talking we heard the rocking chair downstairs squeak as if someone was rocking in it. I thought maybe it was my sister and that maybe she had come in the back door. I got up and as I headed down the steps, once I got to the flat, the squeak stopped. I went on down but no one was there so I turned around and headed back up the steps. Just as I got to the top the squeak of the chair started again, so I went back down the steps only this time I turned the chair upside down. Another story, my sister and myself shared a bedroom and one night she woke me up and told me her bed was shaking. I didn’t believe her at first but then later when it happened again I felt it shaking too. Mine was steady and not being bothered so she slept with me that night. Another story, my brother had a friend of the family spend the night with him and his friend was woken by someone coming up the stairs, turning down the hallway, and coming into the room and stopped at his bed. He was so frightened that he never came back. Another story, my mother thought we had played hookie one school day. We had a intercom throughout the house. She was doing dishes upstairs in the kitchen when she heard through the intercom children laughing coming from the downstairs. She went downstairs and there was nothing. We where all in school. These stories go on and on. The house is still haunted but they typically do nothing but make noises, crying, laughing, walking into the rooms, oh and yes they love to turn the TV off or on. They have sent pennies flying across the floor, and even sat down on the edge of the bed.
something made me wake up one night and as i opened my eyes a young blonde man was starring me in the face ‘it was such a lovely face that i was not frightened by him he tild me that something major was going to happen to me and he showed me this very old staircase i kept looking for this over the years thinking i might meet the man of my dreams there. I started to have heart troubles and then i got breast cancer with all the chemo and radiotherapy my heart got worse in the end the put me on the transplant list i only had 24 to 48 hours left to live when a heart came through when i was well enough to walk around the hospitalI came across the old part of the alfred hospital and there was the staircase my donor was a 21year old male so i gather it was him telling me what was going to happen i feel so priviledged to have met him.
I was 13 years old and my brother was 8 years old. There were no other people in the house and we were playing downstairs. There was a wall about halfway up the stairs that revealed about three-fourths of one stair.
I looked towards the stairs and I saw a man’s boot on the partially hidden stair. I looked at my brother and he too was looking towards the stairs. I looked back towards the stairs and the boot was gone.
I asked my brother if he had seen anything and he described the same boot I had seen.
After awhile my brother and I got the courage to go upstairs and check things out.
All of the windows were down and locked, all of the doors were shut and locked and there was no evidence of anyone besides us having been in the house.
We both came to the conclusion that we had been visited by a ghost. Niether one of us had any further ghostly experiences in that house.
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As a child I would always hear people talking who were not there. I could only understand some of them as I was to scared to listen, and there were to many voices to listen to at once. When I was 9 years old my grandfather was very ill and one day I saw him in my hose and he told me to tell my father and aunt that he was so happy and that they should not cry or be sad but should be happy for him because he was free from pain and so happy. I told my dad that my grandpa had died and what he had told me to tell my dad and that Aunt June would be calling to let my dad know that grampa had died. My dad told me not to talk like that. He said grandpa is to sick to be happy. My grandpa had told me that the phone would ring in a few minuets and it would be my aunt June and she would be crying really hard and that would be the time to tell her what he said. I was not afraid of my grandfather as he looked better and happer than he was in a very long time. In a few minuets the phone rang just as he said, I answered it and my aunt was crying really hard as he said she would be. I told her what he told me to say and she cried even harder. My mom hit me in the head and sent me to my room where all the voices were. I saw my grandfather and asked him why he told me to do that and get in so much trouble. He said because some day it would help the family and I was ment to deliver messages from the people who had died from the physical life. I did not understand it at the time but I do now.
One of my ability is to cure people from black magic.
One night, it was several months ago, around 2100 o’clock, I had a guest, consisted of 1 young man and 1 young woman, came to my house.
After discussing their problem, I found that the young woman, had been attacked heavily by black magic.
While talking, the young woman, suddenly fell down to the floor and unconsciousness. I and the other people who attended in that room, whereas we were talking, smelt bad odor like a corpse body which already died several days ago.
I did what I had to do to cure this young woman, but after 3 hrs, still had not succeeded yet.
Around 0200 o’clock, suddenly young woman rose up and laugh uproariously but her voice like an old man. And she requested a glass of hot coffee. After being served, while still very hot, a glass of coffee was grabbed and drunk by her at once. This incident made me so wonder, how this young woman was able to empty a glass of very hot coffee in just one gulp.
Luckily at 0300 o’clock early in the morning, after conducting some special rituals, I was able to cure her.
This is the most strange experience I have so far, during my time of healing people from black magic.
This is sad I know, but I could see spirits since I was 3.
I remember telling my mum about it, and still see the terror that crossed over her face when I did it.
Because I grew up in a communist country,everything about life after death, religion,and paranormal was taboo.
I didn’t know what was happening to me and I had nobody to talk to.
It was spontaneous and it scared me close to death, every time it happened, because I had absolutelly no ideea how to stop it.
I could relate strongly to Sabine and Jeanne Meger who both described the hodded figure trying to enter their body.
I saw him too. Some time he came to my bed alone,to scare me, sometimes a short little entity was with him.
He would aplly pressure on my chest and then he will attempt to lift up my spirit, higher an higher in the air, so my body will be empty.
You could never see his face,you could only hear his voice and feel his low vibrations and that was so terrifing.
Evil spirit. Black, dark smoke, thick and heavy.
Even now when I write this, my head is heavy, my movements are slow and the back of my neck hurts.
Back then , when it happened,the air will turn cold, my body will be paralised and all of a sudden I could see everything through the bach of my head because I would be up, floating close to the ceiling.
Seeing the spirits, the evil ones, the bad ones, seeing in my dreams the death of my loved ones, two weeks before it will happen, that is what scares me the most.
My son too, has the curse.
He can see them too and he is so scared.
I can only hope,that when he grows older, he will learn how to chase them away.
One time, when he was two years old,he woke up in the middle of the night screaming.
I prayed with him and for him and I told him that “Angels are around him” trying to calm him.
This little boy who was only speaking 10 words at the time ( all mothers know what I am talking about) was able to tell me, in a clear voice, in english (our second language):
“Angels are soldiers, they are the bright light that fights the darkness up there in the sky”.
I would never ever forget this, it was my son’s voice, his sweet little face, but somebody else’s words, somebody else’s message.
He told me that and he went back to sleep instantly.
This strange beeings are still invading my sleep sometimes.
Some are lost, some are angry, some need help, some are stronger than others, but this time I have God’s love and protection with me, so they don’t scare me anymore.
Love and light to you all.
It was Xmas and I was preparing to have the family over to stay. I was so excited to have them all together in our home, a real family Xmas together but that day when the telephone rang life was never going to be the same again…
It was the nurse from the hospital to say my father had been admitted to hospital with a possible chest infection.
I was a nurse my self to me the nurses voice had no urgency she did not seem to be too concerned about his condition but in my heart I felt it was not right.
At the time I owned a small hotel in South Yorkshire England and needed to organize staff so I could travel as soon as possible to Wales to visit him. As I walked into the ward I did not recognise dad he had lost a lot of weight and wanted to in his words, smell the New Year air but something inside him was telling him he might not see it. The staff said he was fine so we left hoping to see him soon. As we drove down the motor way I said,” I need to go back I am not going to see dad again” but we continued the journey home people saying its ok he will be fine. A short time after this he died in hospital with a heart attack. My brother walked in as the staff tried to revive him. I was standing in the hotel kitchen crying when it happened. It was 3 days after his death and he came to the hotel touched my right shoulder and said “it is ok everything is fine now ” I shuddered and felt a warmth knowing he was safe and he left our earthy existence and went on into a new one.
My aunt passed away from breast cancer several years ago. We were a close knit family. One night in a dream, she came to me, along with about five other dead relatives that I had never met. She was surrounded by pure love all around and this is basically what I saw in the dream, she as a person was just a round ball and the others were too, but I knew they were people even though I didn’t have much detail. I knew here when I saw her even though in my dream she was just a round object. It’s just the knowing. It was the intense love that surrounded her and the others with her were all loving towards her. I think she wanted me to know that. I told my mother the next day and my aunt’s daughter, my cousin. My mother believed me, but my cousin didn’t at first, I held my gound, though, because I was very sure of my vision. I suppose this was some version of a ghost of my aunt and other relatives. I don’t really think of them as ghosts because they were in no way scarry at all, just very loving and if this is what it is like to be dead, I want to go there and be with my aunt.