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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Culturaly I have seen a few ghosts in my past after a close luved one has passed on. In our culture we sleep with the body of the luved on for 3 nites. Over a period of time I have lost a number of very close relatives and one that comes to mind was my great grand mother. On the third day she visitd me with two beautiful babies in her arms. Truthfully this scared the living daylights out of. I was around 20 at the time, and far from ready to have a family. In the end, we found out 2weeks later that my sister was having twins. I felt like my nana was giving me a chance to meet my newphews before they came down and that she was there for them as thy transitioned to our realm if you will.
The scariest incounter I had was when I woke up from a nap, i was around 21 at the time and I could hear laughter from the lounge, i walked in there and I saw my boyfriend rolling around in the fold out bed with someone I couldnt see. They were having a good old time and then I heard what I could only discribe as a cackle. And the covers were thrown back there was my cousin, who died a year before, laughing and cackling at me. She screeched “this is what happened, why are you still here with him” then it all went a little blank and i woke up on the floor next to the fold out bed.
I didnt take much notice of it realy, i was a little affraid to be honest, but after a couple of months I was talking to a physic friend of mine and i related the story to her. She nearly had a heart attack because she said that a mutual friend of ours had admitted to her that she was having an affair with my boyfriend and that they had been in my home and on the fold out couch and I was nearly blown away by this. Of course the boyfriend was history but I have had many of those kinds of dream where my cousin has taken it upon herself to show me where things may lead or what may have already happened. These days its very subtle when she visits, which I am extreemly gratefull for I can tell you
This happened several years ago during a business trip to Florida. We took a tour boat ride off one of the keys to see some islands. A town on one of them had been wiped out by a hurricane in 1896 and never rebuilt. About all that remains on this island is the cemetery that once contained a number of massacred union solders along with island families and hurricane victims. The cemetery has not been used since the island was abandoned and many of the graves that were not swept away during the hurricane have long since been lost in the overgrowth. The only other couple on the tour had retreated back to the boat to escape the insects and we were alone in the cemetery. I was taking some pictures of gravestones. One of the only remaining family plots was still surrounded by a rusty iron fence with an ancient gate rusted open about a foot and propped up by a rotted board. My husband was walking ahead of me and stopped by the gate. I asked him to turn around for a picture and I took three in succession. We explored a few more minutes and returned to the boat. I sensed nothing unusual in the cemetery. Later when I looked at the photos on my camera I saw an unusual spot on the first picture. I said jokingly to my husband “you had a visiter with you in the cemetery” . His reaction surprised me. Instead of discounting it as a spot on the lens, he immediately asked me to print the pictures so we could see what was on them and he admitted he had felt a presence in the cemetery. The first photo showed a glowing ball of light in the tree above him. In the second picture the ball has descended toward him and grown. In the third photo the ball is right next to him and has become quite large and diffuse. Most amazing the rusted gate had swung closed even though my husband was a couple of feet in front of it and never touched it. I never saw any of this when I took the photos. I sent the photos to a Florida friend for fun and discovered she regularly photographed orbs in her yard. I had never heard of them. She sent the photos on to a physic friend and received a reply that the orb was the spirit of a women who had died in a storm or hurricane and was upset with the possible intrusion of my husband into her families plot. This wouldn’t be so surprising except the physic did not know where this was photographed or that there was any connection to a storm. I did not believe in ghosts before this. I have completely changed my views of energy and the spirit world since this experience and now often sense or get nudges from unseen forces. I’m still amazed when i look at those photos! Another thing I learned from this was that my husband of nearly forty years has sensed and seen spirits all his life. Somehow he had never mentioned that!
work in a Call Center and I’m on night shift… A friend of mine e-mailed me while I was talking to my customer. Upon reading the email I went into a shock for a minute.
At first he said that I should not be scared and he just needs to tell me something. He said that he can see ghosts. His father had his third eye closed but there are some instances that he can still see them. Okay I understand what he was talking about, and that he can see things, weird things. It’s kind of freaky but he then said that a while ago a ghost was beside me watching me. He said that it was a guy in white-he was with me for a while just watching what I was doing… OMG! I asked him “REALLY?! Is this true?” I was almost shouting and he said that it is really true. It’s like all my blood cells were rushing up my spine and my hair was rising.
I then looked around as I was very certain that THE GUY was still beside me. At the same time I was feeling really cold, nope I didn’t see any guy in white that looks like a ghost. I asked him if he is still around he said that “nope, not anymore”… Yeah right, I still think THE GUY was still around as I sensed my friend keep on looking at something behind me… But he assured me that he is not there anymore. Maybe he was just saying it so that I won’t get too paranoid or something…
At lunch time, I and my friends went to Jollibee to eat. After lunch, I and my friend were on the elevator going up to 7th floor. It was just me, my friends (around 7 of us) and a girl from the 5th floor. I pressed the number 7 for 7th floor-the number 5 is already on. When the elevator started to go up, the light for 2nd floor just came-up and so the elevator stopped at the 2nd floor. No one even pressed the 2nd floor-the light just immediately came up.
When the door opened, no one was there, (2nd floor is a parking area), it was very dark, and there were no lights at all. I freaked out and asked the girl from the fifth floor since she was the one beside the numbers. I asked her if she pressed the 2nd floor. She said no she did not… OMG! I thought I was loosing my mind. I was not really sure if it was still THE GHOST that my friend was talking about…
Actually, I can’t really say that I believe in them as I haven’t really experienced seeing one. But what my friend told me seemed kind of real and I just can’t imagine myself seeing one.
But later that week, I have 2 days off. I had a movie marathon and started to feel sleepy around 1:30 am. At 2:00 am, I was already in bed, trying to sleep-my mom likes to sleep with me when I’m at home.
I have 2 beds and she was using the other one. I’m only at home if I’m on day off. I don’t know how long I had been sleeping but the next thing I know I was awakened by a thud noise in my bedroom. I didn’t know what it was, I tried to get up but it felt like someone was on top of me holding my neck. I was still able to breathe but I couldn’t move… I tried to get-up or raise my hand or tried to speak but I couldn’t. It seemed like I was pinned down. It was like that for like 2-3 minutes, I really cannot tell.
I opened my eyes and it was dark but we have a small lamp so I could still see what was inside my room. I could only move my eyes. I saw my mom sleeping on the other bed.
Again I tried to raise my hand and wanted to call my mom for help but I just couldn’t move… I then tried to recite the Lord’s Prayer… “Our father, who art in Heaven!”
I was halfway done with the prayer. I began to move my finger and I was now able to move my body. I was freaking out-it felt like someone was with me inside my room. I went to the other bed and I went back to sleep an hour after holding my mom’s hand.
It happened again a week after that and a week after that again. The 2nd time was a little different as I felt like someone or something licked my neck. I also felt like someone was holding my hands above me. I also felt like another hand was feeling my stomach… It went on for a month or so. I then started to pray a lot and go to church every Sunday. I told my friends about what happened to me and they just told me to pray and pray and try to sleep beside my mom when I’m at home.
Nothing happens if I sleep beside my mom. I never even told her about it since it might freak her out as well.
I’m not really sure as to what happened, hopefully this will stop because it’s making me paranoid!
wanted to share this experience I had.
A few months back I went down the road to post a letter. The sun was shining, so I thought instead of simply walking back home, I’d take advantage of the nice weather, (since it’s usually raining here!) and go for a walk. The stroll was one I used to take when I was in primary school, so I thought it would be nice going down memory lane however, when I was one quarter of the way around I picked up a sense that there was someone following me. I looked around and saw people in their gardens, but none of them were close enough to me for it to feel like they were the one’s who were following me.
I tried to rub off the feeling, counting it as my own imagination, and carried on at a slow pace. The next moment though I heard footsteps following behind me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. It was such a horrible sensation; it started up so abruptly that I wasn’t prepared for it. Although I really didn’t want to panic in public, so I went for the rational explanation and thought it was just a random person from his or her garden, I simply missed the movement since my concentration was elsewhere. I carried on at a slow pace, expecting that person to walk past me. However no one did, so out of curiosity and wanting to find out who it was, I turned again to look. The footsteps faded just as I had turned, sort of like they weren’t paying attention and stopped before they banged into me. My heart thumped, and I decided this leisurely walk wasn’t going to be so relaxed after all. After several seconds I turned and quickened the pace the rest of the way home all the while though those extra footsteps started up again. It went from a walk to a run, and I didn’t stop hearing them until I got in my drive.
It did frighten me since I’m really not used to hearing actual footsteps, and getting the feeling of being watched and followed. But now that I think about it, it probably was just an entity that wanted to play around. It caused me no harm, I’m sure if it wanted to it could have touched me a fair number of times.
Has anyone else experienced anything that was similar to this? I think my awareness of spirits has reached a new level. When going on walks now I do pick up noises now and again. I feel this kind of experience that I had was one that I should be write to you all about.
Thank you so much for reading
When I was in high school I dated a guy who lived on a very haunted farm, in Virginia. This farm was a multi-million dollar horse farm where they bred and trained show and race horses. There are a least ten barns on the farm, used for various reasons.
One of the barns held about 20 old antique carriages. These carriages are old and big to move them takes a crane. There are guards that worked for the farm that made nightly rounds around the farm to make sure everything was fine. No one could get in the gate without them knowing. The barn with carriages was used for tours; each carriage had a plaque explaining the history. One morning one of the guards went into the carriage barn. All of the carriages had been moved around and put in the wrong places. Needless to say the guard was very freaked out; it is not possible to move all the carriages in one night, and especially without anyone knowing.
The guards have also shared with me some of their scary experiences doing their rounds. One night we’ll call him ‘Buddy’, was doing his rounds checking on all the barns… He noticed a light on in one of them that weren’t supposed to be on. A light was on in the room where they have a TV and a microwave; there is a room like this in every barn. Buddy went into the barn and hung out for a minute watching TV, there was no one in the barn, and he would have seen them. He hung out for a little while and then left, he shut off all the lights and soon as he shut the door to the barn every light in the barn came on! Needless to say he ran for his truck and got out of there!
This happened when I was still young, round 6 or 7years old that time. We were living in Cavite, me my mom and my dad. My mom was sick during that time. She had been sick for 2 years actually with Lupus so she had to always rest in bed. My dad had a car shop in Mandaluyong City and would often come home late.
One specific night, when me and my mom were sleeping, I heard a knock on our front door. After a few seconds, I heard my dad say: “Anak, pabukas ng pinto (child, please open the door.) ” I looked out our window, which would let me see the front yard and directly to the front door steps, and saw no one. Thinking it was my imagination, I went back to sleep.
Just as I’m about to doze off again, I heard another knock. And again I heard my dad asking me to open the door, this time calling me by my pet name that only he calls me with. Somehow, I felt really scared of the voice. So instead of going downstairs and opening the door, I looked out the window again and same thing, no one there on our front steps.
Getting really scared, I ran back to the bed, tried to wake up my mom. But all I could ever get is a moan and she would not budge. So I hid under the covers and closed my eyes.
After a few minutes, the voice came again, this time not as sweet as earlier. It had the angry voice of my dad. And the knocking on the door became banging. “Anak, sinabi ng buksan mo pinto eh… (pet name)…pag ano ba?! Di mo ba bubuksan ang pinto?!?” I was so afraid that I was shaking all over but did not budge. I just stayed under the covers, trying to block out the sounds until I fell asleep.
The next morning, I asked my mom if she heard anything. She said no, she said she had a good sleep. And my dad? He came home right when we were having lunch, said he had to stay on overtime due to a celebrity’s car needing overhaul. So who was the person with my dad’s voice trying to get into our house?
I don’t know. I’m not psychic, I don’t have anything supernatural. But when I told my grandfather about it, he just looked at me and said. “Apo, wag na wag kang sasagot, wag na wag kang lilingon. Ganyan talaga anak.”
I didn’t know what he meant. But I soon found out as I grew older. And sure enough, you’ll read more stories about my experiences here.
Thanks for letting me share my story.
I am also a newcomer to this site and enjoy reading all the stories and experiences that everybody has had. I would like to share a few experiences of my own. As half Navajo and Hopi I’ve had my share of “experiences” on and off the Navajo and Hopi “rez”. I hope that I won’t get any ridicule from any other Native Americans for posting these experiences.
One experience that I would like to share happened when I was 14 years old (I’m now 29). This is an experience that I have only shared with a small number of people and am now writing down for the very first time. My brother who is a hardened soldier is still scared about what happened to us this particular evening.
On with the story…
As a teenager, I would visit my grandma at her home on the Navajo rez for several weeks every summer. I loved to spend time with her, eat her delicious fried bread, and hear her tell us stories. Every so often my grandma would hire a worker (the harmless town drunk) to do odd jobs around her house and property. One evening right before the sun went down, I was asked by my grandma to take him home, which was about four miles out of the valley where she lived. I was more than happy to, seeing that I was only 14 years old and was asked to drive a truck! Mind you that on the rez, nobody cares that you’re only 14 years old and driving around. Hell, there’s hardly anybody around to see you anyway! So my 9 year old brother jumped in the truck cab with me while this “worker” and my dog shared the tailgate of the truck and we were off. After I dropped the worker off at the shack that he and his brothers called a house, we headed back down the road to grandmas. As I mentioned before, it was evening and the sky was a deep red as the sun began to set behind us. We were leaving a nice dust trail from the dirt road and the radio was playing music from the only radio station that could be picked up from the nearest town of Holbrook, Arizona.
There was nothing unusual, nothing weird. It was at this time that my eye caught movement of something in the bushes a little up the road to the right of us. I remember slowing down thinking that it was one of the many free roaming sheep in the area that would dart out in front of the truck. As I passed where I thought I saw it, I sped up thinking nothing else of it. Then out of nowhere I just felt this dark feeling of fear and dread. I had no idea why I was feeling this way but I definitely felt that something was wrong.
As I play this memory back in my mind, there are only a few clear memories that I have of that evening. I clearly remember looking in my rearview mirror and seeing the dark silhouette of something very tall and very skinny that seemed to be covered with some kind of hair or fur running behind the truck after us! Whatever it was, it wasn’t a normal human or human at all. I remember hearing my brother crying and my dog barking ferociously at whatever was chasing us. I remember speeding very fast and shaking violently as the truck bounced on the washboard dirt road. I distinctly remember that this thing was only getting closer as my brother cried “it’s coming up on your side!” I remember being as scared as hell and thinking that I didn’t want to die. At the moment that I thought would be our last. I remember speeding around a bend in the road and seeing a car coming towards us in the opposite direction. At that moment I felt instant relief and felt that whatever was following us was gone.
Shaken up but alive, we made it to grandma’s house wondering what the hell had just happened. We ran inside not looking back, hoping that whatever was chasing us had not followed us home. As we told my grandma about our experience she didn’t seem too surprised, which surprised us. She continued by repeating stories that we had already heard at one point or another about black magic, witches, and something that the Navajos call Yee Nadlooshii or Skinwalkers. Needless to say, I didn’t even want to look out any of the windows at all the rest of that night. As a matter of fact, I never drove on the reservation at night until I was 21 years old.
Without going too deep into explanation, I’ll just say that these Skin-walkers are evil men and spirits that use black magic for evil doing. I tell you that as farfetched as it may sound, they are real! I believe that if God and his greatness are real, the devil is equally as real and also has his ways of showing himself.
This may not sound very scary to some readers and that may be due to my lack of writing skills. But what happened that evening really did happen and scared the living crap out of me. I invite anybody to visit this part of Arizona if you have any doubt or want huge scare. I promise you that you won’t be disappointed.
I hope that you enjoyed my story and I look forward to sharing other experiences soon.
Our home has quite a lot of paranormal things. My Mother, my two sisters and myself have all encountered something paranormal.
Last Sunday as I was arriving home from softball practice I got that little churning in the stomach that something terrible was going to happen. As I stated I had practice so I needed a shower. When I got into the bathroom I felt a chill, but that didn’t make since because it was a goof 70 degrees outside. I went to get a towel from the basement. My cat was down there and when I went to pet here she looked behind me and hissed. That alone scared me half to death but when I turned around nothing was there. I was frightened so I grabbed a towel and went back up stairs.
When I was all done with my shower I wrapped a towel around me and went to get my heart pendant necklace from the counter and I heard a loud “click”. I turned around to tell whoever was at the door to get out but when I turned nobody was there. I thought it must have been my sister playing a trick since everyone else was gone but when I got to the living room I saw my sister left me a note saying she was around town with friends and would be back around eight o’clock.
Later that night I kept seeing a little shadow of a girl in a blue dress running around the house. That night I did not sleep.
I have lived in New Mexico my entire lifetime, and never moved. As result of living in the center of the southwest, I have heard the story of ‘La Llorona’ multiple times, and in many different versions. I live very close to about two rivers, and when I was little, I heard a version of the story where she drowned her children in the river that I could easily walk to. I never thought that I would pay it much attention, never the less see her, hear her, and slightly see, but recently, all that changed.
I have three friends that are brother and sister to each other. It was summer of 2008, and we were having a sleepover. We had been planning this for about a month, and earlier in the day, we had bought all the food and other snacks we could imagine. We had planned to fire up the grill at make s’mores at about 8:00 and just sit outside and have a good time. At every sleepover we have, it seems that the Halloween decorations seem to get taken out of the closet a lot. This time, I randomly grabbed a plastic skull I carried with me at every one.
8:00 came around, and we made s’mores in the front yard. It was fun, seeing as I was the first, second, third and last to set mine on fire. We walked around barefoot on the driveway for a bit. I set the skull on the wall of our patio. After a bit, we sat in front of the door, talking silently. During a small moment of silence and nothing to say, we heard a moan come from up the hill. It sounded outside and very close but still far away. We ran inside, and in the haste, I nearly got shut out. We were all accounted for, and we ran into my room. When we heard it, it seemed like it was coming our way fast. We all believed it was La Llorona, but we shook it off as one of my neighbors trying to scare us. The two streets we lived on had ex- criminals and people with mental disorders everywhere.
I eventually noticed that I didn’t have the plastic skull with me. About two or so hours later I walked through the dark hallway, switching on as many lights as possible right when I was in my entryway, I looked out the narrow window next to the front door. I saw what looked like a misty shape of a person hovering there. It looked kind of like a woman, but I couldn’t tell very easily, it was all very light. I didn’t stay to find out; I turned tail and ran back to my room. Right before I got to running half of the two feet into the hallway, I looked down a bit, and saw my plastic skull right next to the door.
I still am not sure if that really was La Llorona, but one of the friends at the sleepover, the older sister, had heard her once before, and the moaning sounded just the same.
The other sister with us was hearing bells for the rest of the night
i started to work as a bagger at an Acme in North Carolina and this is a true story that has always gave me chills between my spine.
I started to work as a bagger at an acme In north Carolina and i was willing to accept any position at the time just to get some money… Everyday i would get the carts mostly and sometimes bag… not many days of the week to work of course and the little hours i got…. but their was this one cart that no one ever bothered to get… it seemed that i would always be the one to bring it in all the time…. one day i was working, my manager told me to go out on carts and someone else came with me… as we bothed walked out together i asked him ” Yo vince, How come no one ever gets that kids cart all the way down near the street?” Vince looked at me and said “I never thought about it, for some reason i have never been down there before.” we both went down their to get it and as we approached it we saw, something drop on the street, it was a leg and arm… we ran back as far as we could and i was screaming like a little girl…..
That night, as vince and i both told the the boss what we saw, she thought we were lying to her as if she had this look on her face that she could care less…
She told vince to go home and me to finish the rest of the carts for the night… i went outside all spooked out and not thinking about it…. i managed to get all the carts up by myself and saw that the kids cart was the last one…. i got closer to the cart and i told myself “calm down, just put it in the cart area.” i went up to it and started to push it near the cart gate, i then felt something instantly grab my leg and i fell down like a sack of potatoes, i fell down on my nose with my nose bleeding… i then saw somethign moving as if something wanted to come out, i tried getting up but i was so cold that my chivers up my spine were never going to stop…. Vince had appeared out of nowhere and helped me up… i ran inside acme with a bloody nose and my manager told me to clock out and get out… i drove home thinking their was something fishy about that cart… the next time i went to work i saw that the cart i was most frightned of was being used by a mom and her 6 yr old child…. i was pushing carts when all of a sudden she lost grip of her cart and the cart was going into the street filled with maniacs… i dropped what i was doing and ran like the dickens to stop that cart…. i literally jumped across a car and the cart just before they both collided… i broke my arm doing it but i managed to save the kid…. as i was taking the child out i saw the face of a dead child underneath the dashboard which had a face that looked like the kid from the grudge but wasnt meowing it suddenly vanished as if its soul was released….
i was named employee of the month for saving the kid, i got promoted to deli, and then from their i have never pushed a kids cart ever again..
My family saw the ghost mistakenly thinking it was me. The image went past the kitchen then going down the stairs. They called out to it “Josephine, where are you going?”, as it floated past as I said. It was white like everyone says. Coincidentally, I heard moans and groans in that house as well.
I’ve been living there for about a year now. I’ve been noticing some semi-strange things happening. When I moved in I heard quite frequently (along with a couple of other people) the sound of a cat meowing in the hallway. I didn’t own a cat at that time (i own three now) and on one occasion I saw a medium size black blur go by my foot one night on the way to the bathroom. As I stated before I now have three cats and probably wouldn’t hear or see anything strange now. There is also the issue of objects disapearing or moving. Oddly it seems that lighters and other small objects are what tend to go missing more often. At first I thought it was the cats moving them and putting them someplace, but I’ve moved my furniture many times, scooped out the litter box (in the odd chance they buried them) and on one very odd occasion (creeped me out) I found my lighter that a few minutes before had been on the couch beside me in my underclothes drawer in my room. I had just gotten home that day and hadn’t even been in there, let alone my underclothes drawer.
When me and my husband moved into our apartment, I knew there was something in there. I can still feel them and they are stronger now. I took pictures of the apartment one night and when I looked at them, I was amazed at what I saw. Above the kitchen door there is a golden flame. I know there is nothing to reflect that image on the door because I checked everywhere in the kitchen for it. In our bedroom there are 5 orbs on the side of the bed that I sleep on. In the other bedroom, there were two feather orbs. There was nothing in the living room or the bathroom. I was just amazed to know that the orbs were on my side of the bed. Sometimes I can feel someone touch my hand when I am in bed but no one is there. I am not afraid of them. I actually like them there because I don’t feel as lonely when my husband is at work at night.
It started the day we were moving in. My roommate kept seeing something “running around”, on the roof of the house, out of the corner of his eye. Something small, is all he could tell. He got a strange feeling about the house. (Of course, I didn¹t learn of this till later). I do remember him running outside with a can of salt. He put a salt ring around that house at the time, I had no idea what that meant or why he would have done such a thing.
We got all moved in and Gregg had to sleep in the living room, because while moving, his bed broke, so he was sleeping on the couch. About a week after we moved in, he woke in the middle of the night and saw a woman standing in the living room.
He panicked, squeezed his eyes shut and waited a while and she was gone. Several days later, he was awakened again in the wee hours of the morning by a blood-curdling scream. He jumped up to discover that there was no one there. However, his mother called a few hours later to let him know that his grandmother had diedprecisely at the time of the horrifying scream. (Keep in mind that I only heard of these things the mornings after they occurred. I never heard or saw these things in my room).
Gregg left to go to his grandmothers funeral in Mississippi.While he was gone, I brought the old bed from my mothers house that I had used years before, and set it up on Gregg¹s room, so he would have a bed.Sometime while he was away, my watch (brand new) disappeared. I could have sworn I left it on my dresser in my bedroom. I searched high and low forthat watch, and couldn’t find it anywhere.
I finally gave up after days of searching and thought it would turn up eventually, as things do. Gregg came home soon after (he was only gone about two and a half days). He showed me a new CD he bought (NIN) while he was out of town. He also told me about a dream he had about the woman he had seen a few nights before.
He said in his dream, someone told him that if he saw her again, to “tell her to hold her baby close” and no harm would come to him. We talked about that dream, then, he took his CD to his room and went to nap. A few days later, he asked me if I had gone into his room and borrowed the CD. Well, I hadn’t seen it since he brought it into the house. I jokingly said, “It’s probably where my watch is!” About three weeks later, I found my watch sitting on my dresser, exactly where I had left it a month before, and the same day, and Gregg’s CD showed up on his nightstand, just where he had left it weeks before.
It didn’t take long before weird things began happening.
Little things,at first, like lights flipping on without
anyone turning them off..my dad, a natural skeptic, claimed
the electricity was wired wrong or something.
Then other things began happening, the television channels
would begin flipping while you tried to watch television even
if you were alone and had the remote right next to you.
Cassette tapes (this was before CDs) would stop in the
middle of a song and rewind itself to the start of
another song then play.
All of these things were annoying but the one thing that
really worried my mother was when she began hearing footsteps
pacing back and forth through the room my brother and I shared
at night.
The first time she heard it, she came in there
thinking it was either my brother or I, but when she came in
to tell us to get back in bed, she found both of us
sleeping soundly. Once again, when she told my dad how
worried she was about it, my dad just laughed it off
“They hear you coming and jump in the bed before you
get there.” It got to the point that on these nights she
heard this, she couldn’t sleep and sometimes she even
slipped into our room to sit in the corner out of
fear for our safety. She would only go to bed, during the
day, after we had gone off to school and my dad off
to work. She claimed that her sleep would often be
interrupted by shutting doors or the toilet flushing even
though she was the only one in the house.
When she finally went to her friend and told her about
what was happening, the friend was not shocked. The
friend said that she knew the house was haunted and not
to worry that she was sure it was just her grandmother
and that her grandmother would never hurt us. My dad
once again, chuckled at the effects of an over active
imagination.
My dad had always been spared in the experiences the
rest of us knew all too well. Even if he did experience
something, he always had a reasoning behind them.
That changed one night when he was home alone, watching
television. He heard someone on the carport, being that
he had all the lights off, he instantly decided that
someone was trying to break in. So, he tiptoed into
the kitchen to peek out the window to see who was on the
carport. Just as he reached the kitchen, he heard the
screen door open. He grabbed a knife, assuming that
whoever it was, was intend on coming in. He peeked out
the window again (the window was placed at a angle
that you could see who was knocking at the carport door.)
and no one was there. So, he reached for the door
knob to go out and see what was going on, and the door
knob twisted in his hand from the OUTSIDE. Needless to
say, we moved out within 2 weeks. My dad is still not
ready to admit that it had been a ghost, but he does
say that the house was just plain creepy and that
something beyond human understanding was going on there.
In the late 1970′s I had a couple of friends, named Gail and Dale. They had two young sons, Matthew and Abram. We had all been in a vegetarian food co-op, in Fresno, Calilfornia. Dale and Gail were married, but had separated. Abram, who was about four years old, came down with a rare type of hepatitus. They took him to a doctor who practiced some of the more natural healing methods, some wholistic medicine. Unfortunately, they were unable to save Abram. He was a bright and friendly boy. On a summer day, he passed away. A wake was held at his mother’s house, in Fresno. I had never been to this house before. There were many family friends there, to support Dale and Gail, in their time of need. I had picked out a good plate of food and had sat down next to Gail’s sister, in the living room, of the old, two story house. Then, in the midst of the eating, crying, and singing,,I suddenly noticed Abram’s spirit, sitting there, in the middle of the living room on the floor. I was pleasantly surprised. For one, he was there, apparently conscious of the other people who were there for him and his family. But, also, he seemed so happy! He appeared to be absolutely enjoying all of the attention he was getting. I had the urge to nudge his aunt, to let her know that he was there; but I thought that she might not be mentally prepared for such a phenomenon. I kept it to myself.
Later that day, we went on a caravan, into the mountains, to return Abrams ashes to the earth. Dale, who was sick with the hepatitus virus also, drove a number of us in his new cargo van. He was very sick, but determined to give his son a proper send-off fdrom this world. We were a close group of people. While in the mountains above Fresno, we gathered in the woods, to hold the ceremony for the departed young, beautiful boy. Being friends of both Dale and Gail, who had been separated, I wanted them to at least temporarily put down their differences, for Abram. I put my arms around each one of them, at the same time, to bring them together, while we said goodbye to Abram. With sadness in our hearts, at least some important healing took place. I had brought them physically back together; and opened the door for them to heal their differences on other levels. Later, I took what would be the last photograph of Dale with his remaining family.
Three weeks later, Dale passed on, also. We took another journey up to the mountains, above Fresno, to return Dales ashes to the earth.
Then, some weeks later, I visited Gail, at her house. I told her about having seen Abram’s spirit, at his wake. I pointed out the exact spot where I had observed him. She exclaimed with astonishment that that was his favorite place in the house to play! She also told me that after the funeral service for Abram, Dale had spent the night at her house and had expressed his love to her. They had made up. Then, she told me that after Dale had died, his spirit had visited her and told her that he loved her. She told me that she had told Dale that she knew that he loved her. She understood that he was telling her that. She expressed that he was very emotional about it. They had overcome their differences and expressed their love for each other. Then they had achieved closure, as he passed from this world. They had found love for each other, again. Now, he was ready to move on into his next phase of life, after death. They had reconciled their differences and found their love again. Then they moved on, in different worlds. It was a bittersweet departure, of two members of a family moving on into the hereafter, while the living understood that they had just detached from their physical bodies. Life goes on, even after life.
My husband and I were looking at the right side of a duplex for rent. It had fresh paint, clean windows, and to him, looked very attractive. But the instant I crossed the threshold, I wanted to run away… for just an instant, inside my mind, on my “personal movie screen”, if you will, I saw the following scene- I was on my back in a bed in a dark room, facing the door, which was half-open. A figure was standing in the door, backlit, and was approaching the bed. All I could tell was that it was a man wearing a long coat and a hat.
Creepy, huh? My husband noticed nothing, and couldn’t understand why I said “NO” to the place. Then, a year or so later, our neighbor next door to the trailer we then rented, told me about a duplex she rented…that was haunted by a little old lady she kept seeing…but when I started describing my experience, SHE freaked out..her neighbor in the duplex described waking up one night exactly the same way! What are the odds…it was the same duplex!
I am hoping you could help me to understand, if I contain the power within to not only see shadows or Ghosts, but to hear them, why is it that I cannot turn my life around this easily?
We were getting the children ready to go to the Provincials bowling tournament on a Thursday night. I could see a figure of a man out of the corner of my eye, but when I turned my head to focus on him he went away. That night I felt as though someone was watching me, but gave way to the comfort that my husband was right beside me. I woke up with a piercing headache and the dog grumbling a low growl.
I heard can we talk, and I thought I was going nuts, then I heard I don’t mean to bother you, but I have a problem. I got up to let the dogs out of the house, and then he just started talking, I wrote a poem that explained what was happening to this man who was in his earily thirty’s. We don’t get the news paper, and we have satelite TV, and we very rarely listen to the radio. He had passed the Saturday before, but lost all track of time, and died from a sudden impact from an automobile accident. Apparently after talking with him, he did not know that he was dead. After I got the information down, gave him a blessing, told him to contact his Guardian Angels or Guides and to walk towards the light that everything was going to be ok, he was gone.
Mr. Pete Bezaire
Passed away April 26, 2009
If I had only stopped to listen,
But I thought, heck I can drive.
If I would have given up my keys,
I would have made it home alive.
A stag is sure a great place,
I’d meet with all my friends.
I didn’t think, it’d be the last,
And that night I’d meet my end.
Next day I went to Baseball,
Went in the field now where I play.
Not even a moment later,
I was pushed out of the way.
I guess they didn’t see me,
Such a somber game they played.
Talked about me in the past tense,
Don’t know why I even stayed.
I watch my wife now crying,
Can’t believe what I have done.
Never thought one night of drinking,
Would end my life of fun.
I’ve found someone to help me,
Need to walk right through that light.
Make peace with God, and what I’ve done,
And leave this earth without a fight.
I finally found out he left the stag and doe, without his wife as she was in the washroom, and told him not to go anywhere, but not even knowing why he left as she was always the designated driver. Through a friend she received a copy of this poem and was astonished at the information that it contained, and I could only think that he needed to find a way to let her know that he sees all and was deeply sorry.
As it was before that my children could talk to their guides, this is the very first experience where I had seen the shadow or essence like state and talked directly to a ghost of someone that I had never known.
If I could do this, then I need to find out what it will take to unblock the good luck we so despirately need after our claiming personal bankruptcy, to get our lives back on track.
Thank you
Kathleen Laird
When we first moved to our new home, our children were quite young, aged 4 and 2. We moved into a house that had been built in the 1930′s and our daughters kept sayig that they wanted to “play with the kids who used to live here.” I explained that those kids were two boys who had moved to a different province for a year, and they kept saying “No Mommy, it’s a boy and a girl, and they’re dressed funny.” As I’m usually fairly in tune with my surroundings and have even been known to leave a house if I was getting bad vibes, I figured that whoever it was, wasn’t intent on harming us. My husband is a little more down to earth than I am, though, so he was NOT enamoured of the whole idea. Windows in his den would keep unlocking and opening when we weren’t in there, and it was DEFINITELY freaking him out. One beautiful summer morning, I figured we should deal with the situation, so whle the girls were asleep and my husband was at work, I sat down in the living room and said to them “You will always be welcome here if you want to stay, even after we rebuild the house, but I do need to ask that you not play with the locks on the windows, as it’s really creeping out my husband.” There have been no further incidents, and the girls have long since forgotten about asking to play with their “friends”
I moved into an old cottage that was over 100 years old it was a derelict house at the time and because my marriage had broken up it was all I could afford so decided to live in it and do it up. One night after I had put carpet down the hallway over the floorboards I went to bed I had just turned the light off when I heard this really loud banging it was so loud I was to scared to move the next minute it sounded like a whole lot of horses hooves coming up the hallway with a lot of shouting and screams from the horses this went on for a few minutes next my bedroom door flew open and I was surrounded by a pack of wolves all snarling and showing there teeth I was scared stiff I must have silently asked for help because the next thing that happened was a huge angel came in and wrapped it’s wings around me and it all stopped. I have been psychic since I was a child and have seen a lot of things that have scared me but i think this was one of the most frightening things that has happened to me
Encounter 1
I was sitting in my office chair in front of my PC watching a video clip in the back room. The door was closed. All of a sudden, my chair swung to the left and then to the right. I turned around to see if it was my wife messing with me and no one was there and the door was closed.
Encounter 2
My mom had asked me to close and lock the back door to her home and then come eat dinner. I closed it and locked it and checked it. When I was walking back up the hall, I heard a squeak and turned around to see the door slam shut. No one was there.
Encounter 3
In my kitchen I got a cup of coffee. I started to go back to the living room and instead changed my mind real quick and turned back only to see for a brief moment a figure standing there dressed in black with long black hair. He was wearing a black trench coat and black trousers and boots. Then faded away real fast. I told a neighbor and they said they had seen someone standing at their bed. I did not tell them what it looked like and they described the same one I saw.
Encounter 4
My mom passed away and I got a call from my brother in law telling me.
But 15 minutes before he called I got the feeling of being pinched real hard on my arm. I asked him how long ago and he said about 15 minutes ago. She used to pinch me on my arm being playful.
These are real experiences I have had with what I tend to believe are spirits on the other side that are letting me know that life still exists after we pass from the flesh.
I have had two encounters that involved pets that had past away. The first one involved a dog that was half dachund and half poodle. We called him Mushpup. Our children were walking Mushpup and he got loose from them. He was run over by a delivey truck. The children were devastated. That night he came to my bedside where he always slept. I could feel his presence and smell the very distinct odor he had.
The second encounter involved a grey female rescue cat. Her name was Baby. She had a sore on her from an abusive former owner. I used Reiki and helped to heal her. From that time on, she became “my cat.” She would not let anyone pick her up, not even me. However, she never went a single day without getting on my lap. Whenever I did Reiki on anyone, she always wanted to be in the middle of it. We moved to a place in the country. She went into a neighbor’s yard, and I believe he shot her. We never found her body. Shortly thereafter, she appeared in our house. I was sitting in our family room, which is located in our basement. I saw her come down the stairs. I looked at the bottom of the stairs, expecting to see her. Nothing was there. This happened a couple of times. My oldest son, who was living with us at the time, also saw her. We began to get an odor of her spray. We had to neutered male cats who never sprayed. My wife thought it was them, but I knew it was Baby. I told her to go, and that it was okay because Pocca, one of the males that was her litter mate, would take care of me in her place. Pocca soon became as affectionate and protective of me as Baby had been. We never saw or smelled Baby again.
I’ve never seen a ghost, but for a little over 4 years now we’ve had the “Hat Man” walk through. He’s one type of what has been labeled “Shadow People.”
He just walks through as if we’re not even there. He even followed us when we moved.
John
My Dad was haunted by ghosts. We had to move alot because of these terrible ghosts. When my parents bought the place where they have lived for the past forty years, My Mom had him walk the whole 15 acres to make sure these terrible ghosts didn’t exist there. There is a friendly Mexican ghost that occupies the corner of the property.
Luckly, my experiences with ghosts has been alot better.
My favorite story is about a ghost that my youngest daughter named George. I owned a convience store, Cypress Creek Market, one mile east of the Tennessee River on HWY 412. It burned to the ground 9 years ago.
George did alot of things, including making his precence known. But the one thing he did still puzzles me.
George like to drink beer. I would find empty unopened cans of beer in the large cooler. I blamed the beer delivery man and wondered why they did such a thing.
One day, I was stocking beer, and heard a can open. Since it was illegal to drink beer in the store, I was upset and looked through the coolers door to find the culprit. The store was empty–there on the shelf in the cooler was another empty unopened can. I think that both George and I had a good laugh.
But how can a ghost drink beer especially without opening it and why?
Blessings
i have had ghost experiences, but i don’t refer to them as ghosts they take serious offense to that word, since sometimes they don’t know they are dead yet, if have realized it and just are stuck here they like formality, like miss, Mrs or Mr, or first name basis, if you know their name. I have known many spirits. I am always attracted to certain houses, and it happens it already has supernatural tenants living there. At first they spook me, with the foot steps the temperature changes. the tapping on the wall, the tampering with my things. For instance where i live now, the spirits who live with my mother and I, like to mess with my selenite ball and tossle around my rosary i have on my computer desk. I can hear Pauline (the spirit) walk around the house. The other spirit i have not got to know so well, he is really mean. He comes as your typical dark i mean dark shadow. I have done some historical research on this town to find out what this is spirit is or why is he here.
I do historical research on areas where i live when i encounter paranormal activity so i can get feel of what i am dealing with. I live in small town in Missouri. But this has been my entire life, living with and seeing the supernatural, sometimes they have not always been so friendly.
We were all sitting around a Floridian house, for some reason talking about ghosts. All of a sudden one of the guy’s rocking chairs completely tipped over and he looked at me very startled. “See what happens when you talk about ghosts?” Suddenly a warmth surrounded me and warm hands touched my shoulders. (God gave me the gift of East/West art and the synchronicities day to day even now amaze and pacify me as though I am not alone and never will be. I always say, “Thank you Spirit.”
Hello:
I have seen ghosts, shadows and etc. all my life. I will be 70 years old March the 18th. Back in Feb. of 2005 I had a six way bypass. I coded or died six times and I was in a coma for three weeks. I am now on all kinds of meds and on oxygen 24/7.
While in the hospital recovering I was at one in a place where I was half awake and half asleep and I started hearing bombs going off and I heard a lot of gunfire, I opened a door that was in front of me and after I opened the door I started crossing a large street or road and all this bombing and gunfire was taking place and it was like no one could see me but I saw them. Well I crossed the road and got to the door that I saw and I opened it and went inside and a woman was waiting for me and she gave me a beautiful shield and I turned and went back accross the road opened the door and wham, I was back in my hospital bed. I had this shield with me as I lay in my hospital bed. More happened while I was in the hospital and more has happened up to this time and date.
I can see death in people’s faces, I can see and tell people about there past, present and future. I don’t know how I can do this. Well I don’t do it it is just something that comes to me in an instant.
A lady that works with my wife ask my wife to ask me where she lost her wedding ring. My wife asked me and I told her it was in the wash. For her to look in her wash, the washing machine and or in her basket of clean or dirty clothes. It just came to me in an instant that it would be found in the wash. Well after my wife told the lady she came to work the next day and toild my wife she found the wedding ring in her clean clothes basket.
I have a lot more stories and if you want to know more just make the comment and ask to read more.
God bless and Thank You
Wow these are some amazing ghost stories. I’ve had several experience that kind of scared me, but I remember a seeing for the first time the look on someone’s face after they think they saw a ghost.
My aunt and uncle use to have a house that was pretty haunted. Almost everyone in the family had stories to tell and on top of that a lot of visitors had some experiences too. I remember I staid the night one night and my uncles brother, who was visiting from another state, come running out into the living room screaming, granted this was a 30 year old man, he was as white as a ghost.
He said he seen a lady in white hovering over him in his bed, he was so disturbed that he turned on all the lights, then raced to grab his clothes and bags and hit the door, he ended up driving all the way home that night. From that point forward any time he visited he never went into the house, in fact he refused to go in.
This article is awarded a 2 thumbs up from me.