By: John Anthony Adams
This building is the home of the Rialto Historical Society and I am the historian of the Historical Society. The photographer, Rich McInnis, did not see anything on the stairway when he snapped the photo. He was shocked to see the image after taking the film to a one-hour photo development service. A few days after this photo was taken, I was leading a tour of elementary school students through the church. I had not told them about the image in the photo, but four girls began screaming that they had seen the ghost of a woman with black hair and a white dress standing in the exact same spot where the image on the photo appeared. The entire class panicked and the teacher had a fit after seeing her normally well-behaved class go completely out of control.
I have spent 20 years the intensely haunted old church building that is now occupied by the Rialto Historical Society. I have a Ph.D. in soil science from the University of California at Riverside, did scientific research for years, always ridiculed any suggestions of the supernatural, and I was a life-long atheist until the foundations of my belief system were blasted to pieces by my experiences with ghosts. I never could have imagined in my wildest dreams that I would ever believe in something that seemed so ridiculous to me as ghosts. The stories began with the discovery of a very appealing little girl ghost whose ashes had been kept in the church. She was sent on her way after three very emotional seances, but other ghosts remain to haunt the church. Two different pairs of Rialto policemen have told me of encountering the ghost of a woman in a Victorian dress on two different occasions after answering a burglar alarm after midnight. Both of these encounters occurred at the base of the same stairway that is shown in the attached photo. Dozens of other people have also convincingly told me of their ghostly experiences in the church.
I have written a book about my experiences in the church that is called "The LIttle Girl in the Window: A True Ghost Story." It was published in June 2008. My ghost book tells of scores of extraordinary ghostly encounters that I experienced along with other witnesses. I have recorded minutely detailed notes of every incident and I have written the book with the greatest care to describe exactly what happened. Some of the incidents are similar to those commonly described in ghost stories, such as the sound of footsteps without a visible person to make them, but other bizarre things have happened that I have never seen mentioned elsewhere. One example is a drinking glass that disappeared from beside my dinner plate only to instantly reappear from thin air several minutes later at the same spot where I had last seen it. I am not crazy because there was another witness to this event. I was also dumbfounded to learn that genuine psychics truly exist. I invited many people to investigate the church, and two of them, a man and a woman, proved to have astounding agreement with what I knew about the ghosts and with each other’s observations. They had certainly never met when I first learned each one’s conclusions about the ghosts and realized that they agreed as closely as if they had both been describing living people rather than unseen spirits. The man, Tom Hagman, is a ghost investigator of more than 30 years experience who had made many visits to investigate the ghosts in the church and to attempt to send them on their way. The very psychic woman, Cathy Mancinci, became a close friend of mine and of Tom and has since helped him many times in his work in the old church and in other haunted buildings. The old church building is a very unusual haunted structure because of the discovery of a ghost portal in the kitchen area. This was reported in precisely the same location on three separate occasions by psychics who came to visit the old church without hearing what others had to say about it. They concluded that this allows ghosts to enter and leave the church and accounts for the large number of ghosts there.
The ghosts in the church have been discussed in large newspaper stories in three different inland Southern California newspapers and the haunted historical society building has become well known in San Bernardino and Riverside Counties. This has drawn many people to our museum.
John Anthony Adams, Historian of the Rialto Historical Society.
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Thursday, November 20, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Waiting love
by: Jennifer
Once i loved a guy, but suddenly in 20 february he passed away.. before that happened i had a small argument with him, that night he went to a pub near by to release his tension, while on the way to my house he passed away by hitting a tree on his bike,it was about 3 a.m. I was sleeping but i suddenly relised he was sitting in my dressing table chair looking at me, that time my body was freezing, he said to me "i'm sorry jenny, it's my fault, please forgive me...because im going far from you...i want you to know i will always love you". I ask what happened but he said, "please wait for me" and i said i will. Then i heard some one knocking my door..i open the door,my mum was crying. I asked why,she said my boyfriend passed away..i told her i was talking to him,but she didnt belive me,all i could do is still waiting for him,cause i belive we will be together.i love you john
Once i loved a guy, but suddenly in 20 february he passed away.. before that happened i had a small argument with him, that night he went to a pub near by to release his tension, while on the way to my house he passed away by hitting a tree on his bike,it was about 3 a.m. I was sleeping but i suddenly relised he was sitting in my dressing table chair looking at me, that time my body was freezing, he said to me "i'm sorry jenny, it's my fault, please forgive me...because im going far from you...i want you to know i will always love you". I ask what happened but he said, "please wait for me" and i said i will. Then i heard some one knocking my door..i open the door,my mum was crying. I asked why,she said my boyfriend passed away..i told her i was talking to him,but she didnt belive me,all i could do is still waiting for him,cause i belive we will be together.i love you john
Nightly Paralysis
By: HatedandLoved
Some of you may think I was dreaming but I know I was not. In 2006 my mother and I would have dreams of a dark shadow walking in front of our bedroom doors we found it strange that we both had similar dreams so we prayed when they stopped we just wrote them off. Well earlier this year in the middle of March something started to happen. One night I was sleeping in my room, nothing new, when I suddenly woke up, many of you have seen "The Grudge" and heard that throaty noise made, well I heard that noise when I woke up. Then I heard paper on my floor crunching as if someone was stepping on them. I began to turn my head slowly to see if someone was in there before I could I felt this presence over me as if someone stood there. I decided on the count of three I would run as fast as possible out of my room. I took a deep breath one,two,three just as soon as I brought myself up I was thrusted back down. I tried so hard to get up but I was paralyzed my eyes were wide open I could hear my radio in the background playing, Evanescence "Haunted". I tried to move anything I could but couldn't, I started to pray in my head as soon as I did I felt my air supply cut off I prayed and prayed and pled the blood of Jesus and rebuked this evil presence. As soon as I did I felt my whole body burn with intense heat and I was released. The next day on the bus on my way home back from school I heard that throaty noise I thought it was all in my head but my friend said to me "what was that noise?" she too had heard the throaty noise. It was as if what was there the night before was following me. So night was upon me and I had to choose my room or living room I chose my room for a week the same things would happen every night even with my light on. Monday of the following week I slept I my room with my bible in my hand I awoke again but this time is was different, I was able to move I looked to the back corner of my room and saw this grayish brownish most unsettling light I jumped from my bed scraping my chin on the way out. Summer break had come and almost gone before I went back in at night. In august I reorganized my room after that I have had no more problems and sleep very well at night. Now that I think about it Helluva way to tell someone to clean their room, don't you think.
Some of you may think I was dreaming but I know I was not. In 2006 my mother and I would have dreams of a dark shadow walking in front of our bedroom doors we found it strange that we both had similar dreams so we prayed when they stopped we just wrote them off. Well earlier this year in the middle of March something started to happen. One night I was sleeping in my room, nothing new, when I suddenly woke up, many of you have seen "The Grudge" and heard that throaty noise made, well I heard that noise when I woke up. Then I heard paper on my floor crunching as if someone was stepping on them. I began to turn my head slowly to see if someone was in there before I could I felt this presence over me as if someone stood there. I decided on the count of three I would run as fast as possible out of my room. I took a deep breath one,two,three just as soon as I brought myself up I was thrusted back down. I tried so hard to get up but I was paralyzed my eyes were wide open I could hear my radio in the background playing, Evanescence "Haunted". I tried to move anything I could but couldn't, I started to pray in my head as soon as I did I felt my air supply cut off I prayed and prayed and pled the blood of Jesus and rebuked this evil presence. As soon as I did I felt my whole body burn with intense heat and I was released. The next day on the bus on my way home back from school I heard that throaty noise I thought it was all in my head but my friend said to me "what was that noise?" she too had heard the throaty noise. It was as if what was there the night before was following me. So night was upon me and I had to choose my room or living room I chose my room for a week the same things would happen every night even with my light on. Monday of the following week I slept I my room with my bible in my hand I awoke again but this time is was different, I was able to move I looked to the back corner of my room and saw this grayish brownish most unsettling light I jumped from my bed scraping my chin on the way out. Summer break had come and almost gone before I went back in at night. In august I reorganized my room after that I have had no more problems and sleep very well at night. Now that I think about it Helluva way to tell someone to clean their room, don't you think.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
My eary experience
By: matt smith
In 1988 when i was 9 yrs old, I lived in an old rual part of elmira michigan, my father was a police officer for the city.
Yrs ago apparently there was a battle over land in this part of the township. and we bought the land that it happened on.
One night when i was sound asleep i heard the main door open to the house, and i heard logs drop into the stove, I heard the old floor creak and my dog ebnie start to growl.
I thought it was my dad calling to the dog, then i saw my bedroom door open and a dark menancing face looking at me.
The door shut and the creaking floor board told me that it had gone to my mom's room, the "person" had walked in and walked out with a rush from what she had told me, as it walked down the hall and out the door it had moved an old axe in the forier and left red dots on it and was placed by the front door..
**note, my dad was on a call all night long and never left the city, so its a mystery to this day whom and or what had come into the house..
In 1988 when i was 9 yrs old, I lived in an old rual part of elmira michigan, my father was a police officer for the city.
Yrs ago apparently there was a battle over land in this part of the township. and we bought the land that it happened on.
One night when i was sound asleep i heard the main door open to the house, and i heard logs drop into the stove, I heard the old floor creak and my dog ebnie start to growl.
I thought it was my dad calling to the dog, then i saw my bedroom door open and a dark menancing face looking at me.
The door shut and the creaking floor board told me that it had gone to my mom's room, the "person" had walked in and walked out with a rush from what she had told me, as it walked down the hall and out the door it had moved an old axe in the forier and left red dots on it and was placed by the front door..
**note, my dad was on a call all night long and never left the city, so its a mystery to this day whom and or what had come into the house..
Unsure but true
by: Smrat (Neil)
Ok, here goes i can sense what i would assume is spiritual pressence not saying i want to or am happy to but i do. I also have been suffering my whole life with precognitions never really of any significance usually just things i do with friends or family things not worth changing not that there is really anyway to know what's going on till it happens either way these things are nothing compared to other factors of my life which make no sense, i know this is a common feeling amoung many people the lack of knowing where or what you should be in life but this is more, much more. I have seen spirits felt aura's even been spoken to but none of these things make sense i see people who are not there and then they are gone as if i was just seeing things, i can tell an emotion of someone from across a room without even seeing their face or knowing them in some cases it has even been as strong as to say i felt their intentions for imediate future, and worse of all on some rare occasions i have even heard what i can only believe to be the voice of a spirit/whatever may be able to comunicate with someone without actually being there but it's not as if i hear them talking english it's like a sound not white noise but similar crackly and intense if i even try to imagine it's sound my eyes fill with tears and i have no understanding why. Before i even think about posting any of these stories in detail i just need someone to tell me they know at least a little about what the hell is going on i'm not here for campfire stories not meaning to be rude but i'm just looking for answers or at the very least leads. Thank you i hope i have not upset anyone and that i can look foward to talking with people who may have similar problems.
Ok, here goes i can sense what i would assume is spiritual pressence not saying i want to or am happy to but i do. I also have been suffering my whole life with precognitions never really of any significance usually just things i do with friends or family things not worth changing not that there is really anyway to know what's going on till it happens either way these things are nothing compared to other factors of my life which make no sense, i know this is a common feeling amoung many people the lack of knowing where or what you should be in life but this is more, much more. I have seen spirits felt aura's even been spoken to but none of these things make sense i see people who are not there and then they are gone as if i was just seeing things, i can tell an emotion of someone from across a room without even seeing their face or knowing them in some cases it has even been as strong as to say i felt their intentions for imediate future, and worse of all on some rare occasions i have even heard what i can only believe to be the voice of a spirit/whatever may be able to comunicate with someone without actually being there but it's not as if i hear them talking english it's like a sound not white noise but similar crackly and intense if i even try to imagine it's sound my eyes fill with tears and i have no understanding why. Before i even think about posting any of these stories in detail i just need someone to tell me they know at least a little about what the hell is going on i'm not here for campfire stories not meaning to be rude but i'm just looking for answers or at the very least leads. Thank you i hope i have not upset anyone and that i can look foward to talking with people who may have similar problems.
The man in my home
By: laura -ann
It was july 2005 when we first moved in to our new house and we only stayed there one night then had to pack to go straight on holiday so when we came back we made our home fell like home again, my mum had went to america in march to see her friend who lives in florida because she was sick with cancer. My mum stayed in the spare room and she woke up in the middle of the night with a man sitting on her bed, she didnt tell me this when she got back because she knows im easy to get scared so it had came to september the month it was hot in (england) were i lived and i had locked my bedroom door shut and opened my window to bring some air in to my room and had a fan on then i had got a bit cold so i went to put my blanket over me and i heard a voice shout ( NO!!). It was deep male voice i got scared and opened my eyes my door was wide open and my window was shut my blanket had ben thrown on the floor so i ran in to my mum ( it was 3.30 am ) and told what had happend but i was too shook up to get my words out i went back to bed with my light on and nothing had happend so me and my mum had sorted out a camera and placed out side my door and we had saw a male figure walking up and down the corridor.
Beleive me that freaked me out to this day 2007 i still hear these noises and heard walking on out flooring down stairs and out chairs moving so yet again we set a camera up and u could see my mum leave a lamp on and turn the main one off as she went to bed then all of a sudden it swithes off. 4 hours later it turns on and then my mum walks in and tuns the main on one to get her coat out of the cupboard and came to check the camera and we both saw an arm move in the corner of the camera as if he was waking up from lying on his arms with his head on them leaning on the table but now ive been trying to communicated but does want to i think it likes scaring us im 17 and scared of sleepin in my own room this is my story so far and i will update when something else happends thank you for reading
It was july 2005 when we first moved in to our new house and we only stayed there one night then had to pack to go straight on holiday so when we came back we made our home fell like home again, my mum had went to america in march to see her friend who lives in florida because she was sick with cancer. My mum stayed in the spare room and she woke up in the middle of the night with a man sitting on her bed, she didnt tell me this when she got back because she knows im easy to get scared so it had came to september the month it was hot in (england) were i lived and i had locked my bedroom door shut and opened my window to bring some air in to my room and had a fan on then i had got a bit cold so i went to put my blanket over me and i heard a voice shout ( NO!!). It was deep male voice i got scared and opened my eyes my door was wide open and my window was shut my blanket had ben thrown on the floor so i ran in to my mum ( it was 3.30 am ) and told what had happend but i was too shook up to get my words out i went back to bed with my light on and nothing had happend so me and my mum had sorted out a camera and placed out side my door and we had saw a male figure walking up and down the corridor.
Beleive me that freaked me out to this day 2007 i still hear these noises and heard walking on out flooring down stairs and out chairs moving so yet again we set a camera up and u could see my mum leave a lamp on and turn the main one off as she went to bed then all of a sudden it swithes off. 4 hours later it turns on and then my mum walks in and tuns the main on one to get her coat out of the cupboard and came to check the camera and we both saw an arm move in the corner of the camera as if he was waking up from lying on his arms with his head on them leaning on the table but now ive been trying to communicated but does want to i think it likes scaring us im 17 and scared of sleepin in my own room this is my story so far and i will update when something else happends thank you for reading
Friday, October 24, 2008
Thirsty Ghost
By: Wyvvern
Here’s a good one. Always been able to see or aware of ghosties and all since I was a kid, so when my boyfriend and myself moved into our apartment about 17 years ago, we noticed a lot of activity off and on. He finally got used to things being moved in front off him with no-one attached to them. A few years ago, he had gotten ill and eventually died from the illness(es). Not even 2 weeks after he had died, I had some boxes stacked in the hallway in front of his room, when he appeared in the hallway and indignantly demanded I move the boxes away from his door while he went to the store to get a beer. Then he faded out.. On to session #2—maybe a few days later, he came back again and stood in the hallway with his hands on his hips and told me “ I thought I told you to MOVE those boxes—Im going to the store and get a beer, and they’d BETTER be gone when I get back”. Told him at that point, “Um, you died so you don’t need the room anymore and you don’t need beer either.” He then faded. Think it was 1-2 days later, he came back again, standing in the hallway in the same spot, (this time the cat semi-noticed him) and asked me “ I died? How did I die?”. Told him he’d had instant heart failure after he’d gotten back from the store ( it was summer and really hot), and his reaction was to look at the floor, cover his mouth with his hand, and say (quietly this time) “Oh, I didn’t know that, am I really dead?” Then he faded again. About a week later he came back the last time, but this time he didn’t talk, but just stood and looked at me. The strange part was his face had a yellowish-grey tint to it, and his right eye was swollen shut. This one was the one that freaked the cat out bigtime, to the point of hissing. He then faded and that was the last time he ‘appeared’.
Here’s a good one. Always been able to see or aware of ghosties and all since I was a kid, so when my boyfriend and myself moved into our apartment about 17 years ago, we noticed a lot of activity off and on. He finally got used to things being moved in front off him with no-one attached to them. A few years ago, he had gotten ill and eventually died from the illness(es). Not even 2 weeks after he had died, I had some boxes stacked in the hallway in front of his room, when he appeared in the hallway and indignantly demanded I move the boxes away from his door while he went to the store to get a beer. Then he faded out.. On to session #2—maybe a few days later, he came back again and stood in the hallway with his hands on his hips and told me “ I thought I told you to MOVE those boxes—Im going to the store and get a beer, and they’d BETTER be gone when I get back”. Told him at that point, “Um, you died so you don’t need the room anymore and you don’t need beer either.” He then faded. Think it was 1-2 days later, he came back again, standing in the hallway in the same spot, (this time the cat semi-noticed him) and asked me “ I died? How did I die?”. Told him he’d had instant heart failure after he’d gotten back from the store ( it was summer and really hot), and his reaction was to look at the floor, cover his mouth with his hand, and say (quietly this time) “Oh, I didn’t know that, am I really dead?” Then he faded again. About a week later he came back the last time, but this time he didn’t talk, but just stood and looked at me. The strange part was his face had a yellowish-grey tint to it, and his right eye was swollen shut. This one was the one that freaked the cat out bigtime, to the point of hissing. He then faded and that was the last time he ‘appeared’.
Ghost with car
By: Zelly
When I was 16years old our house was haunted by a headless ghost. Firt the history: My dad had bought a Hillman Minx(60 years old) when we were 15. The first owner of the car died in the car. In that time the man thought that his wife had an affair, but never lived long enough to discover the total truth. So when my dad brought the car home we started to notice a headless man with a long black jacket on and with very expensive shoes on. He used to follow my mom around in the house and to stand at my dad's desk in his home office. He always had a negative presence around him and freaked out our maid alot! When we finally brought in a psychic to help she discovered the truth behind his presence. He had a bad accident in the car and his head was badly injured. He loved the car and came with it, but was confused with the actual truth. He thought he was still alive and thought that my mom was his wife and that my dad was her affair. When the psychic told him to go to the light she burned a candle to help him go over. When the candle had finally burned out it was in the shape of an angel. He was never seen again after that.
When I was 16years old our house was haunted by a headless ghost. Firt the history: My dad had bought a Hillman Minx(60 years old) when we were 15. The first owner of the car died in the car. In that time the man thought that his wife had an affair, but never lived long enough to discover the total truth. So when my dad brought the car home we started to notice a headless man with a long black jacket on and with very expensive shoes on. He used to follow my mom around in the house and to stand at my dad's desk in his home office. He always had a negative presence around him and freaked out our maid alot! When we finally brought in a psychic to help she discovered the truth behind his presence. He had a bad accident in the car and his head was badly injured. He loved the car and came with it, but was confused with the actual truth. He thought he was still alive and thought that my mom was his wife and that my dad was her affair. When the psychic told him to go to the light she burned a candle to help him go over. When the candle had finally burned out it was in the shape of an angel. He was never seen again after that.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Angry Spirit Guide
By: Chrizanne
A few nights ago my dad had encountered a very angry spirit. My dad is a very mean, abusive and aggresive man. So, my parents aren't sharing a room anymore. Three nights ago my dad was woken with a spirit sitting on top of him and hitting him all over. After the ghost finished its task, my dad went into my mom's room very upset. He had to go for an job interview the next morning with a swollen eye and a very stiff body. This is the truth and we believe that his spirit guide wanted to give him an wake up call. This is the truth and he is still walking around with that eye...
A few nights ago my dad had encountered a very angry spirit. My dad is a very mean, abusive and aggresive man. So, my parents aren't sharing a room anymore. Three nights ago my dad was woken with a spirit sitting on top of him and hitting him all over. After the ghost finished its task, my dad went into my mom's room very upset. He had to go for an job interview the next morning with a swollen eye and a very stiff body. This is the truth and we believe that his spirit guide wanted to give him an wake up call. This is the truth and he is still walking around with that eye...
Thirsty Ghost
By: Wyvvern
Here’s a good one. Always been able to see or aware of ghosties and all since I was a kid, so when my boyfriend and myself moved into our apartment about 17 years ago, we noticed a lot of activity off and on. He finally got used to things being moved in front off him with no-one attached to them. A few years ago, he had gotten ill and eventually died from the illness(es). Not even 2 weeks after he had died, I had some boxes stacked in the hallway in front of his room, when he appeared in the hallway and indignantly demanded I move the boxes away from his door while he went to the store to get a beer. Then he faded out.. On to session #2—maybe a few days later, he came back again and stood in the hallway with his hands on his hips and told me “ I thought I told you to MOVE those boxes—Im going to the store and get a beer, and they’d BETTER be gone when I get back”. Told him at that point, “Um, you died so you don’t need the room anymore and you don’t need beer either.” He then faded. Think it was 1-2 days later, he came back again, standing in the hallway in the same spot, (this time the cat semi-noticed him) and asked me “ I died? How did I die?”. Told him he’d had instant heart failure after he’d gotten back from the store ( it was summer and really hot), and his reaction was to look at the floor, cover his mouth with his hand, and say (quietly this time) “Oh, I didn’t know that, am I really dead?” Then he faded again. About a week later he came back the last time, but this time he didn’t talk, but just stood and looked at me. The strange part was his face had a yellowish-grey tint to it, and his right eye was swollen shut. This one was the one that freaked the cat out bigtime, to the point of hissing. He then faded and that was the last time he ‘appeared’.
Here’s a good one. Always been able to see or aware of ghosties and all since I was a kid, so when my boyfriend and myself moved into our apartment about 17 years ago, we noticed a lot of activity off and on. He finally got used to things being moved in front off him with no-one attached to them. A few years ago, he had gotten ill and eventually died from the illness(es). Not even 2 weeks after he had died, I had some boxes stacked in the hallway in front of his room, when he appeared in the hallway and indignantly demanded I move the boxes away from his door while he went to the store to get a beer. Then he faded out.. On to session #2—maybe a few days later, he came back again and stood in the hallway with his hands on his hips and told me “ I thought I told you to MOVE those boxes—Im going to the store and get a beer, and they’d BETTER be gone when I get back”. Told him at that point, “Um, you died so you don’t need the room anymore and you don’t need beer either.” He then faded. Think it was 1-2 days later, he came back again, standing in the hallway in the same spot, (this time the cat semi-noticed him) and asked me “ I died? How did I die?”. Told him he’d had instant heart failure after he’d gotten back from the store ( it was summer and really hot), and his reaction was to look at the floor, cover his mouth with his hand, and say (quietly this time) “Oh, I didn’t know that, am I really dead?” Then he faded again. About a week later he came back the last time, but this time he didn’t talk, but just stood and looked at me. The strange part was his face had a yellowish-grey tint to it, and his right eye was swollen shut. This one was the one that freaked the cat out bigtime, to the point of hissing. He then faded and that was the last time he ‘appeared’.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Voice in the basement
By: Jonathan Marchand
This event happened five years ago in mt old house located in Long Island, New York and I have been haunted by it ever since. At the time this was the only paranormal activity I had experienced in my home although I do believe my parents saw the same apparations but said nothing about it because they did not want to startle me and my siblings. I was in eighth grade at the time. It was early in the morning on a Saturday, around 8:00 a.m., and my mom had told me to bring the dirty laundry down to the basement. So as I was gathering everything from upstairs I heared what sounded like a grown mans voice coming from the basement. "Jonathan, Jonathan." Thinking it was my dad just messing with me I ignored it and went on gathering the dirty clothes. A few minutes later it happened again. "Jonathan, Jonathan." Thinking it was my dad asking for my help I continued down the stairs with the laundry in my hands. As I reached the basement stairs I called out "yea, what you need me for?", and waited for a moment or two when the voice responded with, "Come down here?" That was when I noticed that all the lights were. Why would my dad be calling my name from the basement in complete darkness? In the past he has played some mean pranks on me so I just went along with it. Just as I flipped on the switch to eluminate the room I saw a very large black shadow at the far end of the basement which seemed to gaze right back at me. I dropped everything I had in my hands and tore upstairs into my moms room. At the sight of my erratically shaking body she started to freak out and asked what happened!. I couldn't even explain at the time. I told how I heard dads voice calling my name from the basement and how I was bringing the laundry down and when I turned the lights on a black shadow seemed to appear and was gazing at me from across the room. My mom paused for a moment. Then she told me my dad was been gone for the past 2 hours playing golf. At this point I began feeling very vulnerable and that I was no longer safe in my own home. Within the next 8 months my family and I had moved out of the house, supposidly because of my father's change in careers. It seemed they were hiding something from me. Everytime the discussion about that particular day came up they would always try and change the subject or avoid answering certain questions. I still don't completely understand what happened that day although it still brings a tear to my eye and chills down my spine just for me to think about it.
This event happened five years ago in mt old house located in Long Island, New York and I have been haunted by it ever since. At the time this was the only paranormal activity I had experienced in my home although I do believe my parents saw the same apparations but said nothing about it because they did not want to startle me and my siblings. I was in eighth grade at the time. It was early in the morning on a Saturday, around 8:00 a.m., and my mom had told me to bring the dirty laundry down to the basement. So as I was gathering everything from upstairs I heared what sounded like a grown mans voice coming from the basement. "Jonathan, Jonathan." Thinking it was my dad just messing with me I ignored it and went on gathering the dirty clothes. A few minutes later it happened again. "Jonathan, Jonathan." Thinking it was my dad asking for my help I continued down the stairs with the laundry in my hands. As I reached the basement stairs I called out "yea, what you need me for?", and waited for a moment or two when the voice responded with, "Come down here?" That was when I noticed that all the lights were. Why would my dad be calling my name from the basement in complete darkness? In the past he has played some mean pranks on me so I just went along with it. Just as I flipped on the switch to eluminate the room I saw a very large black shadow at the far end of the basement which seemed to gaze right back at me. I dropped everything I had in my hands and tore upstairs into my moms room. At the sight of my erratically shaking body she started to freak out and asked what happened!. I couldn't even explain at the time. I told how I heard dads voice calling my name from the basement and how I was bringing the laundry down and when I turned the lights on a black shadow seemed to appear and was gazing at me from across the room. My mom paused for a moment. Then she told me my dad was been gone for the past 2 hours playing golf. At this point I began feeling very vulnerable and that I was no longer safe in my own home. Within the next 8 months my family and I had moved out of the house, supposidly because of my father's change in careers. It seemed they were hiding something from me. Everytime the discussion about that particular day came up they would always try and change the subject or avoid answering certain questions. I still don't completely understand what happened that day although it still brings a tear to my eye and chills down my spine just for me to think about it.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
A Ghost In The Camp
The Entity
Friday, October 3, 2008
Attacked by a ghost
By: Natasha
I was about 18 or 19 years old. I was looking after my friends home while they were away on holiday. The night before they came back, I decided to stay there so i could greet them when they returned in the morning. I slept on the sofa and a friend of mine slept on the armchair opposite me. We were both fast asleep, but i was awaken when i felt something lying directly on top of me, I started to lose breath and tried to get up but i couldn't. i couldn't move any part of my body apart from my head. i could feel something on top of me, holding my legs and arms down, not letting me move, i was trapped. I was scared and tried to call for my friends help but no words came out. all i could manage was a grunt. thankfully, a little while after, the thing left my body. When my friend returned from holiday i told her what had happened to me the night before. She believed me immediately because the exact same thing had happened to her in the room directly above the room it had happened to me. Everything i had experienced that night, she had also experinced. I mentioned this to a few other people, and a bloke that also lived in the same area said it had also happened to him in the same way. I later learned that the estate that i lived on was built over cemetary grounds and people in the area had quite a few unexplainable things happen to them. so are ghosts true? I certainly believe so.
I was about 18 or 19 years old. I was looking after my friends home while they were away on holiday. The night before they came back, I decided to stay there so i could greet them when they returned in the morning. I slept on the sofa and a friend of mine slept on the armchair opposite me. We were both fast asleep, but i was awaken when i felt something lying directly on top of me, I started to lose breath and tried to get up but i couldn't. i couldn't move any part of my body apart from my head. i could feel something on top of me, holding my legs and arms down, not letting me move, i was trapped. I was scared and tried to call for my friends help but no words came out. all i could manage was a grunt. thankfully, a little while after, the thing left my body. When my friend returned from holiday i told her what had happened to me the night before. She believed me immediately because the exact same thing had happened to her in the room directly above the room it had happened to me. Everything i had experienced that night, she had also experinced. I mentioned this to a few other people, and a bloke that also lived in the same area said it had also happened to him in the same way. I later learned that the estate that i lived on was built over cemetary grounds and people in the area had quite a few unexplainable things happen to them. so are ghosts true? I certainly believe so.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
The spirit in the night
by: chanelle
It all started in the middle of the night at about 12:35am.I awoke to what I thought was a white figure standing at the end of my bed.I quickly hid under my blankets terrifyied of what I just saw and quickly slapped my husband on the arm to wake him up and tell him what I just saw.He then got up and had a look around the bed and told me that nothing was there,so I just went to sleep still terrifyied.The next morning when I was having breakfast my husband read out the newspaper me,I was so shocked about what he was reading to me,saying that one of my best mates got killed with her boyfriend on a motor-cycle accident.I then realised that the white figured ghost I saw that night was my best mate,and was probably seeing me to say goodbye. . .
It all started in the middle of the night at about 12:35am.I awoke to what I thought was a white figure standing at the end of my bed.I quickly hid under my blankets terrifyied of what I just saw and quickly slapped my husband on the arm to wake him up and tell him what I just saw.He then got up and had a look around the bed and told me that nothing was there,so I just went to sleep still terrifyied.The next morning when I was having breakfast my husband read out the newspaper me,I was so shocked about what he was reading to me,saying that one of my best mates got killed with her boyfriend on a motor-cycle accident.I then realised that the white figured ghost I saw that night was my best mate,and was probably seeing me to say goodbye. . .
Demon take over
by: adam brown
In this state in the back roads of Hollywood SC Charleston their lives a great evil.I never really belivied in supernatural things until I saw it. Some of you people may think it is a lie, but no i tell you the truth.One night i was outside as i recall it was 2:00 am on a Friday, i went down the back road like i always do as i went down this dark road, at that time of day it still be dark out. I saw a human being standing on the side of the road a man,he was tall with black hair,5"11, white and talked with a accent like he was not from the good old US of A.
At that time my mom had just left my father and i was going thru somethings, so he asked me out the blue he said what do you value in life. I kept on walking like i didn't hear him and i tighten my grip on the blade in my pocket. Than he said it again so i said excuse you sir but i didn't catch what you said, he repeated himself. So i give the guy a answer i said making something out of myself. The guy said will i can make that happen for you what is your name i told him, he said I know you and i know what you do. You come on this back road looking for us, which at the time was true because i always thought i was a hunter make believe that is. He told me to grab his hand why when i grabbed his hand i felt a burst of power shoot thru my body. I fell to my knees and i asked him who are you, he said who i am is not important, but what you will become is. I said dude you on some major drugs is something wrong with you? I said,no i have my right mind he said.But you is like us your heart is black as this night side you care about nothing,u feel you have nothing left since your mom left you. My mind went blank i said how do you know about my mother, so he stop and said it is time for you to know my name so you will know who you are dealing with,my name is many. Many as in i am made up of alot of lost souls. Right then i said you is the demon in the bible the one where Jesus casted you in the pigs. I said no you not a demon everybody speak of having a demon in them, he didn't say nothing and out of the blue he disappeared and as he was disappearing he said you grabbed my hand and when i looked at my hand i saw that their was blood stain for the demon cutted me.Ever since my life wasn't the same i begin doing alot of things that i am not proud of.To this day i still wonder about that night.
In this state in the back roads of Hollywood SC Charleston their lives a great evil.I never really belivied in supernatural things until I saw it. Some of you people may think it is a lie, but no i tell you the truth.One night i was outside as i recall it was 2:00 am on a Friday, i went down the back road like i always do as i went down this dark road, at that time of day it still be dark out. I saw a human being standing on the side of the road a man,he was tall with black hair,5"11, white and talked with a accent like he was not from the good old US of A.
At that time my mom had just left my father and i was going thru somethings, so he asked me out the blue he said what do you value in life. I kept on walking like i didn't hear him and i tighten my grip on the blade in my pocket. Than he said it again so i said excuse you sir but i didn't catch what you said, he repeated himself. So i give the guy a answer i said making something out of myself. The guy said will i can make that happen for you what is your name i told him, he said I know you and i know what you do. You come on this back road looking for us, which at the time was true because i always thought i was a hunter make believe that is. He told me to grab his hand why when i grabbed his hand i felt a burst of power shoot thru my body. I fell to my knees and i asked him who are you, he said who i am is not important, but what you will become is. I said dude you on some major drugs is something wrong with you? I said,no i have my right mind he said.But you is like us your heart is black as this night side you care about nothing,u feel you have nothing left since your mom left you. My mind went blank i said how do you know about my mother, so he stop and said it is time for you to know my name so you will know who you are dealing with,my name is many. Many as in i am made up of alot of lost souls. Right then i said you is the demon in the bible the one where Jesus casted you in the pigs. I said no you not a demon everybody speak of having a demon in them, he didn't say nothing and out of the blue he disappeared and as he was disappearing he said you grabbed my hand and when i looked at my hand i saw that their was blood stain for the demon cutted me.Ever since my life wasn't the same i begin doing alot of things that i am not proud of.To this day i still wonder about that night.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Demonic entities???
By: Haruku
This story may sound a bit bizarre and at some points hard to believe, but I am not here to prove whether or not ghosts/demons exist. I am here to share a firsthand account of an event that happened to me and my brother (whose name has been changed for the sake of protecting his identity). Please bear in mind that I was a skeptic up until the following events occurred in my life. Now I am more open to the existence of ghosts/demons/paranormal activities.
Four years ago, I used to live with my parents, two sisters, and older brother in Northern California. That summer (four years ago) my brother, Ken, was forced to marry his girlfriend because he got her pregnant; at the time, he was 19 and she was 17. In August of that same year, I decided to move to Wisconsin. After living in Wisconsin for two years, I received a phone call from my parents. They seemed distraught. I was informed by my parents that my brother's wife had left him, and that in a state of despair he attempted to end his own life by drinking bleach. At the time, I was still in college and classes were still in session. However, seeing as how this was a family emergency, I decided to take a week off. After the phone call, I booked a flight to CA, with my plane leaving the following day.
When I arrived in CA, I was somewhat dazed and drowsy from the long flight. However, I went to the hospital as quickly as possible to visit Ken. At the hospital, I waited in the lobby with my other relatives until we were permitted to see Ken, who was placed in the intensive care unit (ICU). Since only two people were allowed into the ICU at the time, I was one of the last to see my brother. When I was finally given the chance to see Ken, I headed towards his room with my father (this was around 12:30 at night). As soon as we rounded the corner in the hospital's hallway, I noticed a dark figure roughly three to four feet high enter into Ken's room. I thought nothing of it because I was tired, so I shrugged it off. In the ICU, I stared at my brother's almost lifeless body. My father was to my left; he tried hard to keep from crying. I, on the other hand, was too tired to feel anything.
After five days of staying in the hospital, my brother was able to come back home. We were all glad to see him alive and doing relatively well. Once my seven days were up, off I went, back to WI. It wasn't until a little over one year after Ken's attempted suicide that I received another phone call from home. This time it was my younger sister, who told me that my father just had a heart attack. So once more I booked another week-long trip to CA. This time, I decided to bring along a friend of mine, since he has never been to CA and wanted to tag along. Our plane landed in CA at roughly 11:00 PM and my friend was exhausted from the trip, so we decided to go straight to bed instead of visiting my father at the hospital. That night, my friend and I slept on my parents' living room couches. At roughly 3:00 AM, I was awaken by my friend calling out my name: "Haruku, wake up!"
Since I'm a light sleeper, I woke up almost instantly. "What's wrong?" I asked.
He replied, "Didn't you say that your brother, Ken, smokes?"
I answered, "Yes he does. Whenever he needs to smoke, he'd go into the garage and smoke."
My friend paused for a few seconds, then said, "Well, I think I saw him go into the garage to smoke. You see...the thing is...I saw a dark, manly figure walk into the garage. At first I thought it was your brother, but then I never saw him come out."
I thought he was just joshing around, so I asked him, "Ooooookay, are you sure you weren't dreaming?"
In a serious tone, he whispered, "I'm not. I was wide awake when I saw what appeared to be your brother walking from the hallway into the garage. But he never turned on the lights and he never came back!"
I noticed the seriousness in his voice, so I got off the couch and proceeded towards the kitchen, where the garage door was located. After I turned on the kitchen lights, I noticed that the garage door was left open by as much as two inches. That sparked my curiosity since I distinctly recalled my mother having locked and closed the garage door before we all went to bed. I proceeded into the garage, where I felt an icy cold presence, even though it was a humid July night. Out of curiosity I decided to touch the ashtray. Surprisingly, it was still quite warm! I concluded that it was indeed my brother Ken who decided to have a midnight cigarette before going to bed. I then talked my friend into going back to bed.
The following day, I confronted Ken about the events that unfolded the night before. I asked him, "Soooo, did you go for a cigarette last night at around 3-ish???"
He looked at me with an odd expression and said, "No I didn't."
So then I asked, "Did you smoke AT ALL anytime during the night???"
Ken answered, "Yes, I did. I smoked a cigarette at 9 last night before going to bed."
After hearing Ken's response, a cold chill ran down my back. If he last smoked at 9, the ashtray couldn't have stayed warm for 6 hours! We sat on the front porch, speechless for a few minutes. Then Ken said, "Hey, I never told anyone this, but after my wife left me, I just fell apart. I was really depressed and I felt horrible. Then I started to hear some voices in my head...you know...telling me to kill myself. That's why I drank bleach. And the strangest thing happened to me while I was at the hospital. That night at the hospital, I saw you and Dad by my bed. I wanted to comfort Dad because he was going to cry, but I couldn't. There were these little black demons that kept poking and prodding my body. Some of them were ripping off my flesh and boy did I smell bad. I also wanted you to help me out, but I just couldn't speak at all. It felt so horrible! Those five days of staying at the hospital were the worst days of my life. By the way, thanks for coming to see me."
His comments spooked me even more! As I recalled, Ken was unconscious that night, so he couldn't have seen me, nor our father. Yet somehow, if he was dreaming, how could he have dreamed that both I and our father were by his side...and that our father was almost in tears?!?!?! What scared me the most, though, was how I saw that shadowy figure enter the ICU that same night. Ken continued speaking: "I still see them too. I don't know what they are exactly, but every now and then I'd see a shadow darting across the hallway. Sometimes they would move fast, sometimes they'd move slow. They seem to like the darkness, always heading towards dark spots in our house."
It was then that I realized my friend wasn't dreaming, nor was it my brother who went out for a cigarette the previous night. Too scared and unable to fully comprehend what I was hearing, I went back inside and laid down on the couch. Once I soaked in what Ken told me earlier, I came to this revelation: What if some people who committed suicide or homicide did so only because they were truly compelled to by a greater force? I may never know for sure about this statement, but I do know that what I saw, what Ken saw, and what my friend saw were not normal shadows.
This story may sound a bit bizarre and at some points hard to believe, but I am not here to prove whether or not ghosts/demons exist. I am here to share a firsthand account of an event that happened to me and my brother (whose name has been changed for the sake of protecting his identity). Please bear in mind that I was a skeptic up until the following events occurred in my life. Now I am more open to the existence of ghosts/demons/paranormal activities.
Four years ago, I used to live with my parents, two sisters, and older brother in Northern California. That summer (four years ago) my brother, Ken, was forced to marry his girlfriend because he got her pregnant; at the time, he was 19 and she was 17. In August of that same year, I decided to move to Wisconsin. After living in Wisconsin for two years, I received a phone call from my parents. They seemed distraught. I was informed by my parents that my brother's wife had left him, and that in a state of despair he attempted to end his own life by drinking bleach. At the time, I was still in college and classes were still in session. However, seeing as how this was a family emergency, I decided to take a week off. After the phone call, I booked a flight to CA, with my plane leaving the following day.
When I arrived in CA, I was somewhat dazed and drowsy from the long flight. However, I went to the hospital as quickly as possible to visit Ken. At the hospital, I waited in the lobby with my other relatives until we were permitted to see Ken, who was placed in the intensive care unit (ICU). Since only two people were allowed into the ICU at the time, I was one of the last to see my brother. When I was finally given the chance to see Ken, I headed towards his room with my father (this was around 12:30 at night). As soon as we rounded the corner in the hospital's hallway, I noticed a dark figure roughly three to four feet high enter into Ken's room. I thought nothing of it because I was tired, so I shrugged it off. In the ICU, I stared at my brother's almost lifeless body. My father was to my left; he tried hard to keep from crying. I, on the other hand, was too tired to feel anything.
After five days of staying in the hospital, my brother was able to come back home. We were all glad to see him alive and doing relatively well. Once my seven days were up, off I went, back to WI. It wasn't until a little over one year after Ken's attempted suicide that I received another phone call from home. This time it was my younger sister, who told me that my father just had a heart attack. So once more I booked another week-long trip to CA. This time, I decided to bring along a friend of mine, since he has never been to CA and wanted to tag along. Our plane landed in CA at roughly 11:00 PM and my friend was exhausted from the trip, so we decided to go straight to bed instead of visiting my father at the hospital. That night, my friend and I slept on my parents' living room couches. At roughly 3:00 AM, I was awaken by my friend calling out my name: "Haruku, wake up!"
Since I'm a light sleeper, I woke up almost instantly. "What's wrong?" I asked.
He replied, "Didn't you say that your brother, Ken, smokes?"
I answered, "Yes he does. Whenever he needs to smoke, he'd go into the garage and smoke."
My friend paused for a few seconds, then said, "Well, I think I saw him go into the garage to smoke. You see...the thing is...I saw a dark, manly figure walk into the garage. At first I thought it was your brother, but then I never saw him come out."
I thought he was just joshing around, so I asked him, "Ooooookay, are you sure you weren't dreaming?"
In a serious tone, he whispered, "I'm not. I was wide awake when I saw what appeared to be your brother walking from the hallway into the garage. But he never turned on the lights and he never came back!"
I noticed the seriousness in his voice, so I got off the couch and proceeded towards the kitchen, where the garage door was located. After I turned on the kitchen lights, I noticed that the garage door was left open by as much as two inches. That sparked my curiosity since I distinctly recalled my mother having locked and closed the garage door before we all went to bed. I proceeded into the garage, where I felt an icy cold presence, even though it was a humid July night. Out of curiosity I decided to touch the ashtray. Surprisingly, it was still quite warm! I concluded that it was indeed my brother Ken who decided to have a midnight cigarette before going to bed. I then talked my friend into going back to bed.
The following day, I confronted Ken about the events that unfolded the night before. I asked him, "Soooo, did you go for a cigarette last night at around 3-ish???"
He looked at me with an odd expression and said, "No I didn't."
So then I asked, "Did you smoke AT ALL anytime during the night???"
Ken answered, "Yes, I did. I smoked a cigarette at 9 last night before going to bed."
After hearing Ken's response, a cold chill ran down my back. If he last smoked at 9, the ashtray couldn't have stayed warm for 6 hours! We sat on the front porch, speechless for a few minutes. Then Ken said, "Hey, I never told anyone this, but after my wife left me, I just fell apart. I was really depressed and I felt horrible. Then I started to hear some voices in my head...you know...telling me to kill myself. That's why I drank bleach. And the strangest thing happened to me while I was at the hospital. That night at the hospital, I saw you and Dad by my bed. I wanted to comfort Dad because he was going to cry, but I couldn't. There were these little black demons that kept poking and prodding my body. Some of them were ripping off my flesh and boy did I smell bad. I also wanted you to help me out, but I just couldn't speak at all. It felt so horrible! Those five days of staying at the hospital were the worst days of my life. By the way, thanks for coming to see me."
His comments spooked me even more! As I recalled, Ken was unconscious that night, so he couldn't have seen me, nor our father. Yet somehow, if he was dreaming, how could he have dreamed that both I and our father were by his side...and that our father was almost in tears?!?!?! What scared me the most, though, was how I saw that shadowy figure enter the ICU that same night. Ken continued speaking: "I still see them too. I don't know what they are exactly, but every now and then I'd see a shadow darting across the hallway. Sometimes they would move fast, sometimes they'd move slow. They seem to like the darkness, always heading towards dark spots in our house."
It was then that I realized my friend wasn't dreaming, nor was it my brother who went out for a cigarette the previous night. Too scared and unable to fully comprehend what I was hearing, I went back inside and laid down on the couch. Once I soaked in what Ken told me earlier, I came to this revelation: What if some people who committed suicide or homicide did so only because they were truly compelled to by a greater force? I may never know for sure about this statement, but I do know that what I saw, what Ken saw, and what my friend saw were not normal shadows.
My cat sees a ghost?
By: Unknown
My husband & i & our 13 yr old son have recently moved into an apartment.we have 2 cats, one siamese.ever since we moved here, carlos(the cat) seems to be stuck to my side.walks me down the hallway and even sleeps in bed with us.he stand at my feet while i do dishes, which i thought was odd since he never seemed to even care for me before.the first night i was here i noticed something strange.my husband was at work and my son wasn't home so i was alone unitl about 2 am. Around 11:30 i was walking down the hallway and as i turned into the bathroom, i noticed out of the corner of my eye the light in the hallway went out behind me.the light is controlled with a pull string from the ceiling. I turned it back on and tried to rationalize it.told my husband although he didnt seem to believe me. So a few weeks later he and i are in the living room watching a movie,(in the bathroom i keep a little radio that is always on real low)in the background we can faintly hear our sons favorite song playing on the radio,we even made a comment if he was home we wouldnt be able to hear the tv.a few seconds later the radio went full blast and stayed that way unitl we went in the bathroom and turned it off.ok.a few weeks ago my son and i left to go somewhere. I specifically left two lights on in the front of the house. As we were driving up the street to come home, my son noticed that th ehouse was dark, and said mom, u shut all the lights off?? You never do. I said yes as not to concern him but no i did not. I remember seeing them on as i drove away from the house.and the cat, he is always staring at the wall, for hours, i mean his face directly facing the wall as if he was in time out. Always in that same hallway by the bathroom.he escorts me everywhere literally. I do not leave a room without him coming with me.well the lights are all pull strings. Impossible.i just turn them back on. But this morning concerned me.
I had come home from picking him up from work and we went to bed around 4 am.(keep in mind i live in an upstairs apartment, so i have a door and then stairs and a door to outside.) As im walking down the hall i notice my door is open. My door to go downstairs!!!! I specifically checked the door before i went to bed, i remember this.i dont mean cracked, or something the cat could have done. The door drags on the carpet when you open it. I think i thought i was seeing things and walked right past it, went in to get my son up, came back and sure enough, my door was literally halfway open and the damn cat was downstairs in the hallway. This one i cannot rationalize. This makes no sense what so ever.this really gets me because i specifically checked the door before i went to bed because i remember squinting to see if i could tell if i had locked the deadbolt, only i couldnt tell because it was dark so i pushed on it with my right hand twice to make sure it was shut twice. I got up and it was open.
My husband & i & our 13 yr old son have recently moved into an apartment.we have 2 cats, one siamese.ever since we moved here, carlos(the cat) seems to be stuck to my side.walks me down the hallway and even sleeps in bed with us.he stand at my feet while i do dishes, which i thought was odd since he never seemed to even care for me before.the first night i was here i noticed something strange.my husband was at work and my son wasn't home so i was alone unitl about 2 am. Around 11:30 i was walking down the hallway and as i turned into the bathroom, i noticed out of the corner of my eye the light in the hallway went out behind me.the light is controlled with a pull string from the ceiling. I turned it back on and tried to rationalize it.told my husband although he didnt seem to believe me. So a few weeks later he and i are in the living room watching a movie,(in the bathroom i keep a little radio that is always on real low)in the background we can faintly hear our sons favorite song playing on the radio,we even made a comment if he was home we wouldnt be able to hear the tv.a few seconds later the radio went full blast and stayed that way unitl we went in the bathroom and turned it off.ok.a few weeks ago my son and i left to go somewhere. I specifically left two lights on in the front of the house. As we were driving up the street to come home, my son noticed that th ehouse was dark, and said mom, u shut all the lights off?? You never do. I said yes as not to concern him but no i did not. I remember seeing them on as i drove away from the house.and the cat, he is always staring at the wall, for hours, i mean his face directly facing the wall as if he was in time out. Always in that same hallway by the bathroom.he escorts me everywhere literally. I do not leave a room without him coming with me.well the lights are all pull strings. Impossible.i just turn them back on. But this morning concerned me.
I had come home from picking him up from work and we went to bed around 4 am.(keep in mind i live in an upstairs apartment, so i have a door and then stairs and a door to outside.) As im walking down the hall i notice my door is open. My door to go downstairs!!!! I specifically checked the door before i went to bed, i remember this.i dont mean cracked, or something the cat could have done. The door drags on the carpet when you open it. I think i thought i was seeing things and walked right past it, went in to get my son up, came back and sure enough, my door was literally halfway open and the damn cat was downstairs in the hallway. This one i cannot rationalize. This makes no sense what so ever.this really gets me because i specifically checked the door before i went to bed because i remember squinting to see if i could tell if i had locked the deadbolt, only i couldnt tell because it was dark so i pushed on it with my right hand twice to make sure it was shut twice. I got up and it was open.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Childhood hauntings
By: Charlotte
When my mother was a young child she lived on a farm "Help Ons" (translated from Afrikaans it means "Help Us") in the Free State, South Afica. On that farm they experienced many supernatural phenomena which caused my mother ,as a child, to stammer. The house was a long way from the road and countless times they would see a car or a horse buggy driving down the road towards their house only to disappear once they went outside to meet it. This is one of the milder stories. Every night at about 21:00 a huge ball of red fire would come "flying" from the wind mill, this sounds highly suspicious, I know, but I have heard of similiar sightings across our country. It would would circle the house and return to the mill and disappear. Other "normal" everyday encounters included hearing the sugar being poured out in the kitchen, the next morning nothing odd is found, keys would rattle, footsteps heard in the passages and the windows would rattle and this freaked my mum out to no end and she ended up screaming every night (even today, every now and then we still have to get up to calm her). Nighttime visits included the half-bodied man (his lower half was missing) standing at the foot of the bed leaning over the children watching them until they woke up screaming. My uncle would be waking up with a heavy weight pushing down on his chest and would be paralyzed, the only thing that ever worked to get rid of it was to "pray it away". There was the funny encounter of the time when my mum's sister and her very young son came to visit and he woke everybody with his laughing at the funny "skeleton man" looking at him. But the strangest of all was the following which only happened a couple of times: they would wake up in the morning to see a huge mound of sand somewhere in the field, only to get there and to find a huge hole in the ground where the mound was and the next day nothing odd was there. All of this happened almost 24 years ago, the house no longer exists, it's a barn now. The farm still exists but is no longer held in the family. it would be interesting to know if the new owners experienced the same oddities... Today we are still haunted by various spirits and oddities, might this be a family thing?? We are all aware of the activities, but none of us are as freaked out about it as my mother as she remembers being traumatized as a young girl.
When my mother was a young child she lived on a farm "Help Ons" (translated from Afrikaans it means "Help Us") in the Free State, South Afica. On that farm they experienced many supernatural phenomena which caused my mother ,as a child, to stammer. The house was a long way from the road and countless times they would see a car or a horse buggy driving down the road towards their house only to disappear once they went outside to meet it. This is one of the milder stories. Every night at about 21:00 a huge ball of red fire would come "flying" from the wind mill, this sounds highly suspicious, I know, but I have heard of similiar sightings across our country. It would would circle the house and return to the mill and disappear. Other "normal" everyday encounters included hearing the sugar being poured out in the kitchen, the next morning nothing odd is found, keys would rattle, footsteps heard in the passages and the windows would rattle and this freaked my mum out to no end and she ended up screaming every night (even today, every now and then we still have to get up to calm her). Nighttime visits included the half-bodied man (his lower half was missing) standing at the foot of the bed leaning over the children watching them until they woke up screaming. My uncle would be waking up with a heavy weight pushing down on his chest and would be paralyzed, the only thing that ever worked to get rid of it was to "pray it away". There was the funny encounter of the time when my mum's sister and her very young son came to visit and he woke everybody with his laughing at the funny "skeleton man" looking at him. But the strangest of all was the following which only happened a couple of times: they would wake up in the morning to see a huge mound of sand somewhere in the field, only to get there and to find a huge hole in the ground where the mound was and the next day nothing odd was there. All of this happened almost 24 years ago, the house no longer exists, it's a barn now. The farm still exists but is no longer held in the family. it would be interesting to know if the new owners experienced the same oddities... Today we are still haunted by various spirits and oddities, might this be a family thing?? We are all aware of the activities, but none of us are as freaked out about it as my mother as she remembers being traumatized as a young girl.
One ring to rule the all...calls forth a visit
By: LittleDreamer
"One ring to rule them all...One ring to find them..." This is absolutely true... My twin sister and I have painted the above script from Lord of the Rings around the walls of our room in black paint. We thought, at the time, that it was rather pretty. Little did we know that Sauron's text would call forth a visitor... My mom's friend, Eané Hamm, was a psychic and she came to visit her the one day. They were sitting in the home-office and were chatting when Eané mentioned that something was bothering her in the house. She wanted to investigate and took a walk around the house. As she walked along the passage leading to our room she got some odd feelings and a young dark haired man of about 20 was standing in our room. Apparently he was rather handsome :-) She does not freak out easily so she communicated with him. She asked him who he was and what he was doing there. He never gave his name, but did tell her that he was a drug addict who died because of an over-dose of whatever it was he was on. He told her that "the twins must get rid of the script on the wall," and pointed to the painted ruins, "because it was attracting / drawing dark spirit forces." Also he was watching over us. I have no idea who the young man was or why he was watching over us, but as soon as we got the message we painted the walls and a lot of strange activity ended in our room such as scratches against door and pictures tearing themselves off the wall ... quite odd... Anyway, the young drug-addict's message was clear and after that Eané did not sense him again. Who knows why that young ghost would come to warn us of a line from Lord of the Rings (which obviously was evil coz Sauron wasn't a good guy, hey?) We are still Lord of the Rings fans though :-)
"One ring to rule them all...One ring to find them..." This is absolutely true... My twin sister and I have painted the above script from Lord of the Rings around the walls of our room in black paint. We thought, at the time, that it was rather pretty. Little did we know that Sauron's text would call forth a visitor... My mom's friend, Eané Hamm, was a psychic and she came to visit her the one day. They were sitting in the home-office and were chatting when Eané mentioned that something was bothering her in the house. She wanted to investigate and took a walk around the house. As she walked along the passage leading to our room she got some odd feelings and a young dark haired man of about 20 was standing in our room. Apparently he was rather handsome :-) She does not freak out easily so she communicated with him. She asked him who he was and what he was doing there. He never gave his name, but did tell her that he was a drug addict who died because of an over-dose of whatever it was he was on. He told her that "the twins must get rid of the script on the wall," and pointed to the painted ruins, "because it was attracting / drawing dark spirit forces." Also he was watching over us. I have no idea who the young man was or why he was watching over us, but as soon as we got the message we painted the walls and a lot of strange activity ended in our room such as scratches against door and pictures tearing themselves off the wall ... quite odd... Anyway, the young drug-addict's message was clear and after that Eané did not sense him again. Who knows why that young ghost would come to warn us of a line from Lord of the Rings (which obviously was evil coz Sauron wasn't a good guy, hey?) We are still Lord of the Rings fans though :-)
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Ectoplasm
By: Unknown
This photograph was taken with an old-styled Polaroid land camera in 1959 at a location on north Damen Ave. which no longer exists. It shows a real girl standing on the stairs and this strange mist-like substance which seems to be exuding from her stomach region and collecting along the entire stairway. Some parts are translucent while others seem visually opaque. This may be a psychic photograph; in other words ectoplasm being produced by a living person. Externalization of thought.
Additional new information: A recent email from the person in the picture sheds more light on this most unusual picture.
"My parents had bought a real old Mansion that had been turned into a roomy house at that time. The rooming house was located on Damen Ave across the street from Wicker Park in Chicago. There were all kinds of stories about things in that old Mansion. Someone had hung themselves in the basement a long time before we bought the Mansion. The basement had a dirt floor it was so old. The dress I was wearing was found in a old trunk in the basement. It had been left there by a women who did an old vaudeville act. My mother used to let me play with lots of old stuff that I found in that old building. There were secret passages, going from a room to another room. It was a very interesting place to live."
This photograph was taken with an old-styled Polaroid land camera in 1959 at a location on north Damen Ave. which no longer exists. It shows a real girl standing on the stairs and this strange mist-like substance which seems to be exuding from her stomach region and collecting along the entire stairway. Some parts are translucent while others seem visually opaque. This may be a psychic photograph; in other words ectoplasm being produced by a living person. Externalization of thought.
Additional new information: A recent email from the person in the picture sheds more light on this most unusual picture.
"My parents had bought a real old Mansion that had been turned into a roomy house at that time. The rooming house was located on Damen Ave across the street from Wicker Park in Chicago. There were all kinds of stories about things in that old Mansion. Someone had hung themselves in the basement a long time before we bought the Mansion. The basement had a dirt floor it was so old. The dress I was wearing was found in a old trunk in the basement. It had been left there by a women who did an old vaudeville act. My mother used to let me play with lots of old stuff that I found in that old building. There were secret passages, going from a room to another room. It was a very interesting place to live."
Japanese Graveyard Ghost
By: Unknown
This picture was taken in Seto-City, Aichi prefecture. It looks like the upper body and face floating directly above a tombstone. This picture was taken by Mr. Mizuno in September of 1985. The new construction site to the left of the picture was once part of the graveyard on the right and perhaps some angry spirit was unhappy about having his earthly remains disturbed. It is now believed to simply be a trick of the eye, as it looks remarkably similar in both color and texture to other nearby tombstones in the area.
This picture was taken in Seto-City, Aichi prefecture. It looks like the upper body and face floating directly above a tombstone. This picture was taken by Mr. Mizuno in September of 1985. The new construction site to the left of the picture was once part of the graveyard on the right and perhaps some angry spirit was unhappy about having his earthly remains disturbed. It is now believed to simply be a trick of the eye, as it looks remarkably similar in both color and texture to other nearby tombstones in the area.
Condemed Building
By: Unknown
When I was 24 I moved into an apartment with my boyfriend. He had signed a lease for this place without me looking at it. It's a place I would have never picked. This building had 16 apartments and only one on the first floor was occupied. The landlord told us that the building had been condemed at one time and that he was fixing up the apartments one by one.
My boyfriend and I fixed up the place, we tore up the carpet and painted all the rooms. It was clean and liveable, but not much more. We'd lived there for a month or two, when my boyfriend had to leave for two weeks to report for duty with the National Guard. I was left alone.
One afternoon I jumped in the shower and my boyfriend had put a can of shaving cream on the side of the tub. While shaving my legs I accidentally knocked the can off onto the old marble floor. I heard the can roll across and hit the wall. I thought nothing of it and went about my business. I shut off the water and grabbed my towel. When I stepped out, I looked down and that can was sitting upright in the middle of the doorway. Funny thing about that is that there is a small raised piece of marble that it would have had to roll up? Didn't make any sense to me. I couldn't figure out how it got there, but I didn't think too much of it.
The next day I was getting ready to go into my apartment and looked down the hall I could see a light on underneath the door of another apartment. I knew no one lived there. It being broad daylight, I wasn't too afraid. I walked down and the door was unlocked. I walked in and the place was disgusting. In the bathroom someone had taken red paint and wiped it all over the walls and mirror, there were old clothes thrown all over the floor and I found a box of old albums.
I started to dig through the box to see if there were any worth keeping. I came across one that had writing all over it. I started to read through it and it said things like, "He's watching me I can feel it." "He's going to kill me, I have to hide from his eyes." Just a lot of strange things most didn't make any sense at all. This was a little too weird for me.
I left to go for a bike ride. I came back and got in the shower, I was sitting there looking at that can thinking, "What if I knocked that off and opened the curtain and it was sitting in that same place." So I knocked it off, heard it roll, finished my shower. When I opened the curtain I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There it sat upright in the same place. Maybe this was all coincidence, but it really freaked me out, the whole place, those other apartments. I put on my clothes and left, no make up, didn't even dry my hair. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I never saw or heard anything else, but I moved out within a month.
When I was 24 I moved into an apartment with my boyfriend. He had signed a lease for this place without me looking at it. It's a place I would have never picked. This building had 16 apartments and only one on the first floor was occupied. The landlord told us that the building had been condemed at one time and that he was fixing up the apartments one by one.
My boyfriend and I fixed up the place, we tore up the carpet and painted all the rooms. It was clean and liveable, but not much more. We'd lived there for a month or two, when my boyfriend had to leave for two weeks to report for duty with the National Guard. I was left alone.
One afternoon I jumped in the shower and my boyfriend had put a can of shaving cream on the side of the tub. While shaving my legs I accidentally knocked the can off onto the old marble floor. I heard the can roll across and hit the wall. I thought nothing of it and went about my business. I shut off the water and grabbed my towel. When I stepped out, I looked down and that can was sitting upright in the middle of the doorway. Funny thing about that is that there is a small raised piece of marble that it would have had to roll up? Didn't make any sense to me. I couldn't figure out how it got there, but I didn't think too much of it.
The next day I was getting ready to go into my apartment and looked down the hall I could see a light on underneath the door of another apartment. I knew no one lived there. It being broad daylight, I wasn't too afraid. I walked down and the door was unlocked. I walked in and the place was disgusting. In the bathroom someone had taken red paint and wiped it all over the walls and mirror, there were old clothes thrown all over the floor and I found a box of old albums.
I started to dig through the box to see if there were any worth keeping. I came across one that had writing all over it. I started to read through it and it said things like, "He's watching me I can feel it." "He's going to kill me, I have to hide from his eyes." Just a lot of strange things most didn't make any sense at all. This was a little too weird for me.
I left to go for a bike ride. I came back and got in the shower, I was sitting there looking at that can thinking, "What if I knocked that off and opened the curtain and it was sitting in that same place." So I knocked it off, heard it roll, finished my shower. When I opened the curtain I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There it sat upright in the same place. Maybe this was all coincidence, but it really freaked me out, the whole place, those other apartments. I put on my clothes and left, no make up, didn't even dry my hair. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I never saw or heard anything else, but I moved out within a month.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
The Man Watching My Niece
By: chinchai
This story happened in Cavite, a few months ago, in my sister's new home.
Strange things started when my sister and her family transferred to their new home. My niece started to get sick and would wake up screaming in the middle of night. Sometimes my sister would see that her daughter seemed to be talking to someone my sister couldn't see, though my sister couldn't understand her words. My niece is still learning to talk (she's one year and four months old when this story happened,) but you would know how toddlers respond when somebody plays or talks to them.
A few months had passed and my niece doesn't seem to get better. They decide to bring her home to our province, hoping that she would get better. And true enough, she recovered and hadn't been sick ever since they arrived. It was only then when my brother in-law told her the reason why he sent them home.
He said he saw a black man beside the bed, staring at my niece one night when she was sick and he couldn't move. He couldn't figure out the face, but he knew that it was a man based on the shape. After the sighting, he left the light on all night long to be sure that he could watch his daughter sleep. He didn't see the black man again, but sometimes, when he wakes up in the middle of the night, he could feel that someone is inside their house. He was alone in the house after my sister and niece went home to the province. He told the story to their neighbors who live across the street, and a neighbor told him that she had seen an old woman by the window several times already. The old woman was the previous owner's mother, who died in the house.
My brother in law still lives in that house but doesn't come home often. Instead, he usually sleeps in the barracks to avoid seeing the man again.
This story happened in Cavite, a few months ago, in my sister's new home.
Strange things started when my sister and her family transferred to their new home. My niece started to get sick and would wake up screaming in the middle of night. Sometimes my sister would see that her daughter seemed to be talking to someone my sister couldn't see, though my sister couldn't understand her words. My niece is still learning to talk (she's one year and four months old when this story happened,) but you would know how toddlers respond when somebody plays or talks to them.
A few months had passed and my niece doesn't seem to get better. They decide to bring her home to our province, hoping that she would get better. And true enough, she recovered and hadn't been sick ever since they arrived. It was only then when my brother in-law told her the reason why he sent them home.
He said he saw a black man beside the bed, staring at my niece one night when she was sick and he couldn't move. He couldn't figure out the face, but he knew that it was a man based on the shape. After the sighting, he left the light on all night long to be sure that he could watch his daughter sleep. He didn't see the black man again, but sometimes, when he wakes up in the middle of the night, he could feel that someone is inside their house. He was alone in the house after my sister and niece went home to the province. He told the story to their neighbors who live across the street, and a neighbor told him that she had seen an old woman by the window several times already. The old woman was the previous owner's mother, who died in the house.
My brother in law still lives in that house but doesn't come home often. Instead, he usually sleeps in the barracks to avoid seeing the man again.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
THE ENTITY IS UPSTAIRS!
By: Samantha
I took this picture from my grandfather's old house after he past away. The house always gave me a creepy feeling so I asked a friend to come with me to take some pictures. We got a lot of odd pictures and pictures that had, what appeared to us, faces in them. There was no electricity in the house so I had brought an oil lantern along with us. We made it upstairs and I had suggested going into the attic room. As soon as I said that, the fire from the lantern went out... which no windows were open so there was no breeze and neither of us simply blew it out. I snapped a picture as soon as I could and this is what showed up in the picture. This face appeared in the hole in the wall. We immediately left after that! Please note: I lightened the area around the hole for better charity but as you can see, there is no denying the presence of an entity in that old house.
I took this picture from my grandfather's old house after he past away. The house always gave me a creepy feeling so I asked a friend to come with me to take some pictures. We got a lot of odd pictures and pictures that had, what appeared to us, faces in them. There was no electricity in the house so I had brought an oil lantern along with us. We made it upstairs and I had suggested going into the attic room. As soon as I said that, the fire from the lantern went out... which no windows were open so there was no breeze and neither of us simply blew it out. I snapped a picture as soon as I could and this is what showed up in the picture. This face appeared in the hole in the wall. We immediately left after that! Please note: I lightened the area around the hole for better charity but as you can see, there is no denying the presence of an entity in that old house.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Eastern State Penitentiary Ghost
By: Chelsea
"The picture above is from Eastern State Penitentiary. My older sister went with her friend. This place was having a tour they went to and took pictures. The place isn't used anymore that she knows of and the guide person said no one was down this hallway or in any room. She took a picture and when she got them processed, there was a shadow that wasn't there before. I don't really know about the green square in the picture though. She never said anything about it. And also the 5. I'm not sure if it's a label for the hallway or something else. I don’t' know if that is a light at the top either."
"The picture above is from Eastern State Penitentiary. My older sister went with her friend. This place was having a tour they went to and took pictures. The place isn't used anymore that she knows of and the guide person said no one was down this hallway or in any room. She took a picture and when she got them processed, there was a shadow that wasn't there before. I don't really know about the green square in the picture though. She never said anything about it. And also the 5. I'm not sure if it's a label for the hallway or something else. I don’t' know if that is a light at the top either."
Face on the Oven Tray
By: Chris and Jean
"I have just been browsing the internet to try and find somewhere I could post some pictures that were taken on Saturday 02 Sep 2006. Please let me explain, my wife and I got a Chinese take away on Saturday afternoon to have later in the evening. We put part of the meal onto an oven tray that has been covered in tin foil. Once we had finished the meal I took off the foil to wash the dish and found the following image on the dish. We have not got any idea who the image is, or how and why it appeared on our dish. Please let us know if anybody has any ideas."
"I have just been browsing the internet to try and find somewhere I could post some pictures that were taken on Saturday 02 Sep 2006. Please let me explain, my wife and I got a Chinese take away on Saturday afternoon to have later in the evening. We put part of the meal onto an oven tray that has been covered in tin foil. Once we had finished the meal I took off the foil to wash the dish and found the following image on the dish. We have not got any idea who the image is, or how and why it appeared on our dish. Please let us know if anybody has any ideas."
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Basement Murder
By: Kaya
Every one tells their stories of evil mine is of good. One night my friend Kalie and i decided to make a home made ouija board. We sat in the basement of her house for 15-30 minutes and nothing happened...then we said "say hello if you're there" and it moved to hello. As it turned out we had met a 15 year old hispanic girl ghost who didn't speak much english. The sad thing is her death was no accident, she was murdered and dumped in a field where in later years kailes house would be built. She was buried under the very floor we were sitting on but she was kind answered our questions and said she will talk to us again. No evil intention she just wanted some friends she had been lonely.
Every one tells their stories of evil mine is of good. One night my friend Kalie and i decided to make a home made ouija board. We sat in the basement of her house for 15-30 minutes and nothing happened...then we said "say hello if you're there" and it moved to hello. As it turned out we had met a 15 year old hispanic girl ghost who didn't speak much english. The sad thing is her death was no accident, she was murdered and dumped in a field where in later years kailes house would be built. She was buried under the very floor we were sitting on but she was kind answered our questions and said she will talk to us again. No evil intention she just wanted some friends she had been lonely.
Haunting Investigation of Sutter's Fort
By: Paul Dale Roberts
Today is September 16, 2007, Sunday. I have been receiving a few emails from people who read my articles and they have asked why I don't I have HPI investigate Sutter's Fort. Supposingly, there has been EVPs picked up in and around Sutter's Fort, where a man is yelling that he needs his rope. Another EVP picked up the galloping sound of horses. When I read the emails, I knew it was time to do a scouting mission. I called upon HPI Paranormal Investigator-In-Training/Scout/Sensitive/Ghostwriter: Athena Quinn. Yes, Athena is a ghost writer in her own right and has ghost stories of her own experiences published at various ghost websites. Athena says she is my fan and I am her fan too.
The equipment we would be using this day is 'Listen Up' which enhances sound and a digital camera. As we walked around Sutter's Fort, which was prominently active from 1839-1850, Athena feels a fluxation of energy in certain areas of the Fort. We take time to pause, so I can learn when she was aware she was a sensitive. She tells me that when she was 4 or 5 years old, she became aware of spirits around her. She was able to pick up on their energy. She has also lived in a haunted house growing up. She has explained this story in one of her articles. While living in this haunted house, she witnessed objects moving from one area and deliberately placed on a table by an invisible force. She saw the apparation of her baby dog Jellybean. She also has the gift of psychometric. Her brother collected foreign coins and he could place them in her hand and she was able to tell him what country the coin came from.
As I got the basics of her life, we continued to investigate. At one tower of the Fort, she felt a presence and was able to see a dark silhouette. At another corner of the Fort, she felt death and violence in the immediate area. What was interesting, we both were drawn to that particular corner of the Fort. During our investigation at the Fort, I took no unusual photos, nor did I hear any EVPs with my sound enhancement device.
But, things were a bit more interesting at the Pioneer Congregational Church. As I stuck my sound enhancement device through large wooden gates into the church, I picked up a voice of a small boy, I heard footsteps and a cabinet opening. I heard a moan that sounded like a man's voice. When Athena tried the same thing, she heard a double thud noise and a choir singing inside. The church from all practical purposes was empty of people. The reason why we probably couldn't pick up EVPs at the Fort, is that the Fort was closed when we arrived and we couldn't get inside, plus the sound of moving cars and people walking around added a lot of interference. With the Church, I was able to squeeze my sound enhancement device through the crevice of the door, eliminating any outside sound interference.
I would like to look more into Sutter's Fort/Pioneer Congregational Church, but I think it needs to be investigated during late hours, when the traffic dies down and people are asleep.
Today is September 16, 2007, Sunday. I have been receiving a few emails from people who read my articles and they have asked why I don't I have HPI investigate Sutter's Fort. Supposingly, there has been EVPs picked up in and around Sutter's Fort, where a man is yelling that he needs his rope. Another EVP picked up the galloping sound of horses. When I read the emails, I knew it was time to do a scouting mission. I called upon HPI Paranormal Investigator-In-Training/Scout/Sensitive/Ghostwriter: Athena Quinn. Yes, Athena is a ghost writer in her own right and has ghost stories of her own experiences published at various ghost websites. Athena says she is my fan and I am her fan too.
The equipment we would be using this day is 'Listen Up' which enhances sound and a digital camera. As we walked around Sutter's Fort, which was prominently active from 1839-1850, Athena feels a fluxation of energy in certain areas of the Fort. We take time to pause, so I can learn when she was aware she was a sensitive. She tells me that when she was 4 or 5 years old, she became aware of spirits around her. She was able to pick up on their energy. She has also lived in a haunted house growing up. She has explained this story in one of her articles. While living in this haunted house, she witnessed objects moving from one area and deliberately placed on a table by an invisible force. She saw the apparation of her baby dog Jellybean. She also has the gift of psychometric. Her brother collected foreign coins and he could place them in her hand and she was able to tell him what country the coin came from.
As I got the basics of her life, we continued to investigate. At one tower of the Fort, she felt a presence and was able to see a dark silhouette. At another corner of the Fort, she felt death and violence in the immediate area. What was interesting, we both were drawn to that particular corner of the Fort. During our investigation at the Fort, I took no unusual photos, nor did I hear any EVPs with my sound enhancement device.
But, things were a bit more interesting at the Pioneer Congregational Church. As I stuck my sound enhancement device through large wooden gates into the church, I picked up a voice of a small boy, I heard footsteps and a cabinet opening. I heard a moan that sounded like a man's voice. When Athena tried the same thing, she heard a double thud noise and a choir singing inside. The church from all practical purposes was empty of people. The reason why we probably couldn't pick up EVPs at the Fort, is that the Fort was closed when we arrived and we couldn't get inside, plus the sound of moving cars and people walking around added a lot of interference. With the Church, I was able to squeeze my sound enhancement device through the crevice of the door, eliminating any outside sound interference.
I would like to look more into Sutter's Fort/Pioneer Congregational Church, but I think it needs to be investigated during late hours, when the traffic dies down and people are asleep.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
A last phone call from my Cousin
By: Marjorie
I have to admit that I don't recount this story very often, and it's basically because I'm afraid that the story is too odd to believe, people will think I'm crazy, but my story is 100% true. My older cousin John was more like a surrogate father to me than a cousin, my Mother and he were of only a couple years difference in age. I visited with him in Ohio one summer, only for a week or so and I could tell his health was heading for a downturn. We kept in touch on the telephone for the next year and a half and during that time he was diagnosed with late stage terminal cancer. One morning around 5am my telephone rang, (it was one of my crazy friends back east who forgot about the time difference between California and Virginia - she thought it was later than it actually was), I could barely move, it felt like someone had been draining the blood from my body, my mind was foggy and I could barely talk, I told her I'd call her when I woke up later, and hung up the phone. I fell immediately back to sleep by closing my eyes, and into my sleep I dreamt that the telephone rang, and on the other end of the line was my cousin John! The conversation went like this, "Hi John, how are you?", "Oh, I'm feeling wonderful, just fantastic." He sounded like he had just hit the lottery, the most cheerful and happy I had ever heard him speak in my entire life, very animated tone of voice, and very clearly speaking - not sluggish or sickly as he had sounded on the phone. I then tried to carry on a little bit of a conversation with him, but he cut off my speech and he said, "Don't worry about me, I'm very happy and I'm doing great", I then said, "Oh that's great John." Then he said he had to go and we said goodbye, love you, and hung up the phone. Around 9:20 a.m. my real telephone rang and woke me from my sleep. It was my mother calling to say that John had died, and I asked her "When? I just talked to him!". She said it happened around 8:37 a.m. (that would have been 5:37 a.m. California time). It was then that I realized he called me in my dream, we spoke for a short moment, and at the same time he was passing away. It made me feel very special to know that he thought so highly of me that he chose me as his last person to speak to. I'm teary eyed as I recount this story for you, this was a very emotional moment for me and it still feels as if it just happened yesterday.
I have to admit that I don't recount this story very often, and it's basically because I'm afraid that the story is too odd to believe, people will think I'm crazy, but my story is 100% true. My older cousin John was more like a surrogate father to me than a cousin, my Mother and he were of only a couple years difference in age. I visited with him in Ohio one summer, only for a week or so and I could tell his health was heading for a downturn. We kept in touch on the telephone for the next year and a half and during that time he was diagnosed with late stage terminal cancer. One morning around 5am my telephone rang, (it was one of my crazy friends back east who forgot about the time difference between California and Virginia - she thought it was later than it actually was), I could barely move, it felt like someone had been draining the blood from my body, my mind was foggy and I could barely talk, I told her I'd call her when I woke up later, and hung up the phone. I fell immediately back to sleep by closing my eyes, and into my sleep I dreamt that the telephone rang, and on the other end of the line was my cousin John! The conversation went like this, "Hi John, how are you?", "Oh, I'm feeling wonderful, just fantastic." He sounded like he had just hit the lottery, the most cheerful and happy I had ever heard him speak in my entire life, very animated tone of voice, and very clearly speaking - not sluggish or sickly as he had sounded on the phone. I then tried to carry on a little bit of a conversation with him, but he cut off my speech and he said, "Don't worry about me, I'm very happy and I'm doing great", I then said, "Oh that's great John." Then he said he had to go and we said goodbye, love you, and hung up the phone. Around 9:20 a.m. my real telephone rang and woke me from my sleep. It was my mother calling to say that John had died, and I asked her "When? I just talked to him!". She said it happened around 8:37 a.m. (that would have been 5:37 a.m. California time). It was then that I realized he called me in my dream, we spoke for a short moment, and at the same time he was passing away. It made me feel very special to know that he thought so highly of me that he chose me as his last person to speak to. I'm teary eyed as I recount this story for you, this was a very emotional moment for me and it still feels as if it just happened yesterday.
Haunted house on stapleton road
By: Temple
After moving in to my new house six months ago it has come to my attention that there is something strange going on which has left me and my wife at our wits end and in need of some help. Me and my wife recently moved into our new house on 23rd of June 2007. On the day of the move my brother Rob helped us move are stuff and by 18:00 o'clock that evening we where moved in. Because we were due to fly to Spain that night for a family holiday we simple dumped every thing into the lounge minus our beds and packed our suitcases, before leaving for the airport. As strange as this may seem but the holiday was pre booked and the exchange was completed on this day. Two weeks later when we arrived back home from our trip we discovered that our belongings had been moved around and destroyed. The wardrobe which me and my brother had put into the lounge at the front of the house up against the wall had been knocked over and trashed along with a few boxes of plates which had been placed on the work surface in the kitchen. These seemed to have been thrown onto the kitchen floor. The strange thing was the boxes seem to have claw marks in them. One of the boxes was completely ripped to pieces. To be fair this scared us, I don't know if any of you know where Bexleyheath is but its not far from London and I can assure you there are no bears, wolves or anything with claws running around except maybe the mangy old foxes. Everything seemed fine for a couple of days after that. I went back to work fully charged and keen to get back into the swing of things and my wife who had booked another week off to sort out the house stayed home. I got a phone call from my wife about 11 in the morning saying that while she was in the shower she had heard the bedroom door bang and footsteps along the hallway before hearing a knock on the bathroom door. Thinking it was me home early from work she called out for me to enter. The bathroom door swung open but there was no one there. Her calls where left unanswered. She was pretty shaken up by the incident. That night when I arrived home from work I locked the porch door which was my custom before sitting down to eat dinner. Some time later the door bell started to ring profusely which seemed strange because it was on the front door not the porch which was locked. When I went to look it suddenly stopped. Going back to my dinner it began again until once more I reached the front door when it stopped. This time, quiet freaked out, I decided to take the batteries out of the door bell which should have stopped it. It never and every time I got to the door it stopped. A few nights later when I was laying in bed waiting for my wife, who was in the bathroom, the light on the ceiling began to flicker before going completely out. Once the light came back on the light fitting was swinging in a frenzy. Seconds later my wife began screaming. As I jumped out of bed and rushed to her aid she was hysterical saying she had seen a black shadowy figure in the mirror standing behind her and it had whispered in her ear that she was going to hell. While we were in the bathroom I became angry at these strange goings on and started to confront them only to hear what can only be described as growling followed by laughter. From that night on my wife has refused to even set foot into the house prefering to stay with her mother. I too have now moved out, but on one occasion last week when I went back to make sure the house was tidy for a perspective buyer I saw what looked like an old English Red Coat, the like which faught in the war for independence in America. So far I have been unable to find any information on this whatsoever. dONT USE ANY PART OF THIS STORY WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!
After moving in to my new house six months ago it has come to my attention that there is something strange going on which has left me and my wife at our wits end and in need of some help. Me and my wife recently moved into our new house on 23rd of June 2007. On the day of the move my brother Rob helped us move are stuff and by 18:00 o'clock that evening we where moved in. Because we were due to fly to Spain that night for a family holiday we simple dumped every thing into the lounge minus our beds and packed our suitcases, before leaving for the airport. As strange as this may seem but the holiday was pre booked and the exchange was completed on this day. Two weeks later when we arrived back home from our trip we discovered that our belongings had been moved around and destroyed. The wardrobe which me and my brother had put into the lounge at the front of the house up against the wall had been knocked over and trashed along with a few boxes of plates which had been placed on the work surface in the kitchen. These seemed to have been thrown onto the kitchen floor. The strange thing was the boxes seem to have claw marks in them. One of the boxes was completely ripped to pieces. To be fair this scared us, I don't know if any of you know where Bexleyheath is but its not far from London and I can assure you there are no bears, wolves or anything with claws running around except maybe the mangy old foxes. Everything seemed fine for a couple of days after that. I went back to work fully charged and keen to get back into the swing of things and my wife who had booked another week off to sort out the house stayed home. I got a phone call from my wife about 11 in the morning saying that while she was in the shower she had heard the bedroom door bang and footsteps along the hallway before hearing a knock on the bathroom door. Thinking it was me home early from work she called out for me to enter. The bathroom door swung open but there was no one there. Her calls where left unanswered. She was pretty shaken up by the incident. That night when I arrived home from work I locked the porch door which was my custom before sitting down to eat dinner. Some time later the door bell started to ring profusely which seemed strange because it was on the front door not the porch which was locked. When I went to look it suddenly stopped. Going back to my dinner it began again until once more I reached the front door when it stopped. This time, quiet freaked out, I decided to take the batteries out of the door bell which should have stopped it. It never and every time I got to the door it stopped. A few nights later when I was laying in bed waiting for my wife, who was in the bathroom, the light on the ceiling began to flicker before going completely out. Once the light came back on the light fitting was swinging in a frenzy. Seconds later my wife began screaming. As I jumped out of bed and rushed to her aid she was hysterical saying she had seen a black shadowy figure in the mirror standing behind her and it had whispered in her ear that she was going to hell. While we were in the bathroom I became angry at these strange goings on and started to confront them only to hear what can only be described as growling followed by laughter. From that night on my wife has refused to even set foot into the house prefering to stay with her mother. I too have now moved out, but on one occasion last week when I went back to make sure the house was tidy for a perspective buyer I saw what looked like an old English Red Coat, the like which faught in the war for independence in America. So far I have been unable to find any information on this whatsoever. dONT USE ANY PART OF THIS STORY WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!
Enlargement of the ghostly face behind the grave stones
By:unknown
It was a cold and lonely night. I don't know why I decided to take a shortcut though the church grave yard late that night. It must have been fate that I happened to have my camera with me. A sudden chill feel upon me as I heard a mysterious noise and shuffling footsteps upon leaves. Seeing the ghostly face behind graves to my left, I snapped off a picture with my camera. When I moved the camera away from my eyes the ghostly face was no where to be seen.
Later I examined the photo to see if my eyes had been playing tricks on me. There it was, the mysterious face behind the graves. When I looked closer I could see that it was semi transparent as though it was vanishing into the night. Perhaps a troubled entity still lingering from the past.
This picture shows just the ghostly face from behind the grave stones, so that you can see it better. You can see that the face is semi-transparent and appears to be looking down in the direction of the graves. The rest of the head is not really visible as if it where under a dark hood of some kind.
It was a cold and lonely night. I don't know why I decided to take a shortcut though the church grave yard late that night. It must have been fate that I happened to have my camera with me. A sudden chill feel upon me as I heard a mysterious noise and shuffling footsteps upon leaves. Seeing the ghostly face behind graves to my left, I snapped off a picture with my camera. When I moved the camera away from my eyes the ghostly face was no where to be seen.
Later I examined the photo to see if my eyes had been playing tricks on me. There it was, the mysterious face behind the graves. When I looked closer I could see that it was semi transparent as though it was vanishing into the night. Perhaps a troubled entity still lingering from the past.
This picture shows just the ghostly face from behind the grave stones, so that you can see it better. You can see that the face is semi-transparent and appears to be looking down in the direction of the graves. The rest of the head is not really visible as if it where under a dark hood of some kind.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Halloween eve haunting
By: Robert
It was about 11:45 on October 30th 2004 when I decided to go to bed for the evening. Everything was normal, the wife, suffering from a cold, had gone to bed several hours before and was fast asleep. Our two dogs, Australian Shepard, faithfully followed me to our upstairs master bedroom as they have done since they were pups. Both dogs are extremely protective of my wife and me and respond to knocks on the door and uninvited guests with angry barks. The aggression is only for show as they have never bit anyone, but they will run towards someone and stop short to send a warning. This particular evening the dogs were uneasy for several hours before I retired to bed. Several times they had ran to the foot of the stairs and barked as if they had seen someone. Anyone who owns a dog knows that they will bark very differently for different reasons, fun bark, happy bark, stay away bark, etc. This was stay away barking, loud and mean. Each time I investigated all I found was an annoyed wife that had been awakened by the barking. The dogs had behaved this way a few other times over the four years since we moved into our new home, so I did not think too much of it. This evening was also different in that once I was in bed I could not get the dogs to sleep on the floor. I would order them down only to have them jump right back onto the bed within a few minutes. When one of the dogs jumped up causing my wife to kick at her from under the blanket I sat up to scold her and make her get down. What I saw next scared the hell out of me. Standing at the foot of our bed was a grey haired man wearing a dark shirt just looking at us. Because of the dog jumping on the bed my wife had also sat up and saw the man at the same time. She started yelling, “oh my god, oh my god, who is that?”. I turned to my nightstand to switch on the light only to find he was gone when I looked back. My wife at this point was scrambling for the phone to call 911 and I was reaching for my gun. All I was thinking was that we had an intruder and I was going to shoot his ass. I asked my nearly hysterical wife where he went and she responded that he just turned and vanished. I assumed her answer meant he had run out of the room in response to the commotion so I followed with gun in hand. I called our dogs several times to help with the search only to find they were cowering back on our bed with my wife. I scanned the house by myself, gun in one hand flashlight in the other. After searching every room, under every bed and in every closet I concluded that the intruder had somehow gotten away. I wondered how this was possible as all the doors to the outside were securely locked and dead bolted. I searched the house one more time and then made a walk around the front and back yards with the same results, no one was there.
It was about 11:45 on October 30th 2004 when I decided to go to bed for the evening. Everything was normal, the wife, suffering from a cold, had gone to bed several hours before and was fast asleep. Our two dogs, Australian Shepard, faithfully followed me to our upstairs master bedroom as they have done since they were pups. Both dogs are extremely protective of my wife and me and respond to knocks on the door and uninvited guests with angry barks. The aggression is only for show as they have never bit anyone, but they will run towards someone and stop short to send a warning. This particular evening the dogs were uneasy for several hours before I retired to bed. Several times they had ran to the foot of the stairs and barked as if they had seen someone. Anyone who owns a dog knows that they will bark very differently for different reasons, fun bark, happy bark, stay away bark, etc. This was stay away barking, loud and mean. Each time I investigated all I found was an annoyed wife that had been awakened by the barking. The dogs had behaved this way a few other times over the four years since we moved into our new home, so I did not think too much of it. This evening was also different in that once I was in bed I could not get the dogs to sleep on the floor. I would order them down only to have them jump right back onto the bed within a few minutes. When one of the dogs jumped up causing my wife to kick at her from under the blanket I sat up to scold her and make her get down. What I saw next scared the hell out of me. Standing at the foot of our bed was a grey haired man wearing a dark shirt just looking at us. Because of the dog jumping on the bed my wife had also sat up and saw the man at the same time. She started yelling, “oh my god, oh my god, who is that?”. I turned to my nightstand to switch on the light only to find he was gone when I looked back. My wife at this point was scrambling for the phone to call 911 and I was reaching for my gun. All I was thinking was that we had an intruder and I was going to shoot his ass. I asked my nearly hysterical wife where he went and she responded that he just turned and vanished. I assumed her answer meant he had run out of the room in response to the commotion so I followed with gun in hand. I called our dogs several times to help with the search only to find they were cowering back on our bed with my wife. I scanned the house by myself, gun in one hand flashlight in the other. After searching every room, under every bed and in every closet I concluded that the intruder had somehow gotten away. I wondered how this was possible as all the doors to the outside were securely locked and dead bolted. I searched the house one more time and then made a walk around the front and back yards with the same results, no one was there.
Haunted chair
By: Florida Mom
My daughter spotted a cute wicker chair in perfect condition sitting at our neighborhood dumpster. She brought it home, washed it and put it in the corner of her bedroom. Immediately, she started to feel like someone was in the room with her and she had trouble sleeping. She said she could feel someone standing over her when she was in bed. She finally got too spooked by it and decided to throw it away. I thought that a simple chair couldn't possibly be haunted so I put it in my room for a nice reading chair. I immediately started feeling the same thing - I could sense someone unfamiliar to me in my room. Not threatening but not warm or friendly either. Then one night, I was in the shower and I heard a loud rap on the closed bathroom door - like something hard had been thrown against the door. I turned off the shower and opened the curtain to see who was there - the bathroom door (which had been closed and latched) was standing wide open. I called for my daughter to see if she was looking for me but she didn't answer. I wrapped up in a towel and went out to the living room to see where she was. She was at the computer with her headphones on, just as she was when I went into the shower. There was no one else in the house and all doors and windows were locked from the inside. I got rid of the chair that night and all strange occurences and feelings have stopped.
My daughter spotted a cute wicker chair in perfect condition sitting at our neighborhood dumpster. She brought it home, washed it and put it in the corner of her bedroom. Immediately, she started to feel like someone was in the room with her and she had trouble sleeping. She said she could feel someone standing over her when she was in bed. She finally got too spooked by it and decided to throw it away. I thought that a simple chair couldn't possibly be haunted so I put it in my room for a nice reading chair. I immediately started feeling the same thing - I could sense someone unfamiliar to me in my room. Not threatening but not warm or friendly either. Then one night, I was in the shower and I heard a loud rap on the closed bathroom door - like something hard had been thrown against the door. I turned off the shower and opened the curtain to see who was there - the bathroom door (which had been closed and latched) was standing wide open. I called for my daughter to see if she was looking for me but she didn't answer. I wrapped up in a towel and went out to the living room to see where she was. She was at the computer with her headphones on, just as she was when I went into the shower. There was no one else in the house and all doors and windows were locked from the inside. I got rid of the chair that night and all strange occurences and feelings have stopped.
Friday, August 1, 2008
31 unexplainable project incident
By: Rudy
Late afternoon, July 17, 2008 I had just finished building the clear plexiglas (acrylic) case for the small project I had been working on over a few days. The project consisted of some plastic and ceramic human and animal figures arranged in a very special way. These figures can stand on their own but easily tip over so they had to be glued on some kind of platform. I had the pattern of the platform in mind and I decided to construct the platform from the plexiglas sheet left over from the plastic case which I had just built. I laid out the plastic and ceramic figures on a piece of paper, placed the plexiglas case over to verify dimensions, then from there I drew the pattern.
Now, it should be noted that plexiglas is not an easy material to work with. It is almost as hard as glass. The specific plexiglas sheet I used was 1/8 inch thick. To cut a piece from this sheet, a scour at least 1/16 inch deep must be made on the sheet and then snap or break off the piece by shearing, i.e., by bending or hammering on the piece while holding the sheet against a flat surface. If the scour is not deep enough, the plastic will break off radomly and an undesired cut will be made.
The pattern I wanted for the platform was something very special. It had six sides so six pieces had to be cut from the plexiglas sheet which meant I had to scour and shear six times. I had no cutting machine for the plexiglas so I used whatever tool was available. Unfortunately, the scours I could make using these impoverished tools would not be deep enough. Nevertheless, I started to cut the first piece. During shearing, the plexiglas broke off randomly about midway along and 8 degrees from the scour. The cut was straight and smooth but 5 mm short of the pattern! Now this cut was off the pattern and not what I desired. I thought of cutting another plexiglas sheet to be perfect but I did not like to repeat and encounter the same difficulties. So I continued scouring and breaking off the rest of the pattern on the plexiglas. Finally the platform was finished but I was disgusted knowing that the platform was not what I wanted. Then the "moment of truth!". I placed the case over the platform. Lo and Behold! The case and the platform were a perfect fit!
What I cannot explain here is that the platform would have been 5 mm too long if the plexiglas had not snapped off randomly. Needless to say that if the plexiglas had broken off according to the scoured pattern, the finished platform would not have fit perfectly under the case. This would have meant more work! And another thing, that particular portion of the platform which was cut when the plexiglas broke off randomly was the straightest and smoothest of all the cuts that were sheared off from the poorly scoured pattern.
Was this incident a mere coincidence? I would have said yes for quick and easy reasoning, but no, I believe NOT if things have to be perfect! Here again there was something paranormal. Could it be that perfection or success achieved inspite of impoverished odds would have been impossible without something paranormal behind it? Examples of these perfection and success will be too numerous to mention but one of them is yourself. Search yourself and in retrospect of some event in your past it is very probable that you would say, "How did I do it? That was impossible!"
Late afternoon, July 17, 2008 I had just finished building the clear plexiglas (acrylic) case for the small project I had been working on over a few days. The project consisted of some plastic and ceramic human and animal figures arranged in a very special way. These figures can stand on their own but easily tip over so they had to be glued on some kind of platform. I had the pattern of the platform in mind and I decided to construct the platform from the plexiglas sheet left over from the plastic case which I had just built. I laid out the plastic and ceramic figures on a piece of paper, placed the plexiglas case over to verify dimensions, then from there I drew the pattern.
Now, it should be noted that plexiglas is not an easy material to work with. It is almost as hard as glass. The specific plexiglas sheet I used was 1/8 inch thick. To cut a piece from this sheet, a scour at least 1/16 inch deep must be made on the sheet and then snap or break off the piece by shearing, i.e., by bending or hammering on the piece while holding the sheet against a flat surface. If the scour is not deep enough, the plastic will break off radomly and an undesired cut will be made.
The pattern I wanted for the platform was something very special. It had six sides so six pieces had to be cut from the plexiglas sheet which meant I had to scour and shear six times. I had no cutting machine for the plexiglas so I used whatever tool was available. Unfortunately, the scours I could make using these impoverished tools would not be deep enough. Nevertheless, I started to cut the first piece. During shearing, the plexiglas broke off randomly about midway along and 8 degrees from the scour. The cut was straight and smooth but 5 mm short of the pattern! Now this cut was off the pattern and not what I desired. I thought of cutting another plexiglas sheet to be perfect but I did not like to repeat and encounter the same difficulties. So I continued scouring and breaking off the rest of the pattern on the plexiglas. Finally the platform was finished but I was disgusted knowing that the platform was not what I wanted. Then the "moment of truth!". I placed the case over the platform. Lo and Behold! The case and the platform were a perfect fit!
What I cannot explain here is that the platform would have been 5 mm too long if the plexiglas had not snapped off randomly. Needless to say that if the plexiglas had broken off according to the scoured pattern, the finished platform would not have fit perfectly under the case. This would have meant more work! And another thing, that particular portion of the platform which was cut when the plexiglas broke off randomly was the straightest and smoothest of all the cuts that were sheared off from the poorly scoured pattern.
Was this incident a mere coincidence? I would have said yes for quick and easy reasoning, but no, I believe NOT if things have to be perfect! Here again there was something paranormal. Could it be that perfection or success achieved inspite of impoverished odds would have been impossible without something paranormal behind it? Examples of these perfection and success will be too numerous to mention but one of them is yourself. Search yourself and in retrospect of some event in your past it is very probable that you would say, "How did I do it? That was impossible!"
666
By: vaishnavi gupta
Hai i am a student of 10th class belive it or not the story i am saying is surely real. That my aunty has gave got a child from the hospital she loved her a lot because she didnot had children so that girl was born on 06-06-06 and that was a evils number and unluck was everytime with her only when she born only her dad and mom died. so 1 day in 2007 night the girl went to bathroom and coming she saw something like her mother only as she had not seen her but she went near and she was sleeping near her some sounds were coming her mom,dad and me went to room and saw some person was there.At a time she killed the child and and she got disappered and till now we never visited that house and specially that room because now also we get some sounds from that room and we belive that if any person enters the room will never come back again. Thank god her mother is safe after her daughter's death.
Hai i am a student of 10th class belive it or not the story i am saying is surely real. That my aunty has gave got a child from the hospital she loved her a lot because she didnot had children so that girl was born on 06-06-06 and that was a evils number and unluck was everytime with her only when she born only her dad and mom died. so 1 day in 2007 night the girl went to bathroom and coming she saw something like her mother only as she had not seen her but she went near and she was sleeping near her some sounds were coming her mom,dad and me went to room and saw some person was there.At a time she killed the child and and she got disappered and till now we never visited that house and specially that room because now also we get some sounds from that room and we belive that if any person enters the room will never come back again. Thank god her mother is safe after her daughter's death.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
The ghost goes bump in the night
By: nancy
It was a dark desolate night...my aunts and i were deep asleep. When all of a sudden one of my aunts wakes up to go to the bathroom. It was dark, scary, and lonely. As my aunt gets out of the bathroom, she bumps into who she thinks was my other aunt. So she goes back into our room to find that my aunt is in a deep sleep...the next morning she said "sorry for bumping into you last night." Weird huh?! So it happens that my other aunt never woke up....=/!!!
It was a dark desolate night...my aunts and i were deep asleep. When all of a sudden one of my aunts wakes up to go to the bathroom. It was dark, scary, and lonely. As my aunt gets out of the bathroom, she bumps into who she thinks was my other aunt. So she goes back into our room to find that my aunt is in a deep sleep...the next morning she said "sorry for bumping into you last night." Weird huh?! So it happens that my other aunt never woke up....=/!!!
Monday, July 28, 2008
My dead uncle's ghost hovered over my brother
By: U Don't No Me
When my mum was young, her brother died at the age of 26, he died of a diease called spinadyphia(spine-a-diph-e-a), and the doctors told his parents that he wouldn't live to see his 1st christmas! Anyway, when my brother was born, he was named after my uncle, and when he was young, we took a pic and there was a ghostly image next to him! He would also look into an empty space and suddenly laugh, maybe he was looking at our dead uncle. SPOOKY!
When my mum was young, her brother died at the age of 26, he died of a diease called spinadyphia(spine-a-diph-e-a), and the doctors told his parents that he wouldn't live to see his 1st christmas! Anyway, when my brother was born, he was named after my uncle, and when he was young, we took a pic and there was a ghostly image next to him! He would also look into an empty space and suddenly laugh, maybe he was looking at our dead uncle. SPOOKY!
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Angry Spirit Guide
By: Chrizanne
A few nights ago my dad had encountered a very angry spirit. My dad is a very mean, abusive and aggressive man. So, my parents aren't sharing a room anymore. Three nights ago my dad was woken with a spirit sitting on top of him and hitting him all over. After the ghost finished its task, my dad went into my mom's room very upset. He had to go for an job interview the next morning with a swollen eye and a very stiff body. This is the truth and we believe that his spirit guide wanted to give him an wake up call. This is the truth and he is still walking around with that eye...
A few nights ago my dad had encountered a very angry spirit. My dad is a very mean, abusive and aggressive man. So, my parents aren't sharing a room anymore. Three nights ago my dad was woken with a spirit sitting on top of him and hitting him all over. After the ghost finished its task, my dad went into my mom's room very upset. He had to go for an job interview the next morning with a swollen eye and a very stiff body. This is the truth and we believe that his spirit guide wanted to give him an wake up call. This is the truth and he is still walking around with that eye...
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
The Lady In The Chair
By: KentuckyVelvet
Several years ago, the kids and I lived in a small 3 bedroom house in a place called Jenny's Creek. From the first night there, I knew there was something not right about this place. Even some friends that are entirely NOT sensitive to the paranormal agreed that something wasn't right. I'd see things and hear things at all hours of the day and night. The kids (then 5 and 6) would see and hear things also. This particular story takes place at night, following an extremely "active" day for paranormal activity. This day, I had been getting ready for Christmas as I had a day off work and the kids were in school. From the early morning, things had been thrown off counters and walls, there were thumps and footsteps. I even got pushed once coming down the hall, albeit, not hard enough to hurt me. That night, I got the kids into the bath and then bed and read them a story before turning out the lights. I was rather tired myself and so I turned in a little while later. In the hall was this green chair. It was a kind of regal old chair with old fashioned legs ending in claw feet. The color was emerald, striped with alternating shiny and dull cloth. The chair was in the house when we got there and I thought it was interesting and so I kept it. After turning a small nightlight on in the hall, I checked in on the kids and went to bed with a good book. After only a few minutes I started hearing thumps and so on. As I mentioned, this had been happening all day and really didn't bother me much. After a while, I started hearing actual voices. Now, this was much different than what I was used to and it bothered me a bit. I listened for a bit and could hear laughing, very quietly. I went to my bedroom door and looked down the hall and saw someone sitting in the green chair, just as plain as if it had you you or I. Now, to give you a better picture, the hallway was laid out thus: coming from the living room, on the right, was the chair, facing the opposite wall, then, on the left was my son's room, then the bathroom on the right, my bedroom, again on the right, and then my daughter's room at the very rear of the hall. As I looked out, I looked to my left to see the chair, and the lady sitting in it. At my gasp of surprise, she turned to look at me and had this grin on her face. Jeeze, that grin was almost my undoing. It was so.. evil. She looked at me and grinned and looked directly into my son's room. That chilled my spine. I immediately went to his room, even though I had to go within 2 or 3 feet of that woman, and I lifted my son into my arms and took him into my room and laid him on the bed. I came back out to get my daughter and looked back at the chair and she was still there, still grinning, only bigger this time. I could actually see her teeth, half rotted in her mouth. Hating the thought of turning my back on her, I went into my daughter's room and lifted her into my arms and when I came back with her to my door, that woman was still there, never having taken her eyes off my daughter's bedroom door. I realized that I was crying, actually sobbing, and when I looked back at her, she looked like she was laughing, though I couldn't hear it. I didn't even realize I was going to talk until I actually heard myself saying "You can NOT have my babies!". At this, she stopped grinning but she never took her eyes off me. I stared her down for a few seconds and repeated what I said, and then I went to my room, shut the door and put my daughter in the bed beside my son. Then I dropped to my knees and prayed. All night I could hear the laughing and moving around in the hallway. I wanted to leave there so badly but I'd have had to go past that woman to get out and I was so scared. I didn't close my eyes all night. The next morning the lady was gone and I started looking for another home. It took me about a month to find one and until we moved, we slept in the living room from then on so that if it happened again, I could just get the kids and leave. I did see her again once, but only briefly but I felt her so many times.
Several years ago, the kids and I lived in a small 3 bedroom house in a place called Jenny's Creek. From the first night there, I knew there was something not right about this place. Even some friends that are entirely NOT sensitive to the paranormal agreed that something wasn't right. I'd see things and hear things at all hours of the day and night. The kids (then 5 and 6) would see and hear things also. This particular story takes place at night, following an extremely "active" day for paranormal activity. This day, I had been getting ready for Christmas as I had a day off work and the kids were in school. From the early morning, things had been thrown off counters and walls, there were thumps and footsteps. I even got pushed once coming down the hall, albeit, not hard enough to hurt me. That night, I got the kids into the bath and then bed and read them a story before turning out the lights. I was rather tired myself and so I turned in a little while later. In the hall was this green chair. It was a kind of regal old chair with old fashioned legs ending in claw feet. The color was emerald, striped with alternating shiny and dull cloth. The chair was in the house when we got there and I thought it was interesting and so I kept it. After turning a small nightlight on in the hall, I checked in on the kids and went to bed with a good book. After only a few minutes I started hearing thumps and so on. As I mentioned, this had been happening all day and really didn't bother me much. After a while, I started hearing actual voices. Now, this was much different than what I was used to and it bothered me a bit. I listened for a bit and could hear laughing, very quietly. I went to my bedroom door and looked down the hall and saw someone sitting in the green chair, just as plain as if it had you you or I. Now, to give you a better picture, the hallway was laid out thus: coming from the living room, on the right, was the chair, facing the opposite wall, then, on the left was my son's room, then the bathroom on the right, my bedroom, again on the right, and then my daughter's room at the very rear of the hall. As I looked out, I looked to my left to see the chair, and the lady sitting in it. At my gasp of surprise, she turned to look at me and had this grin on her face. Jeeze, that grin was almost my undoing. It was so.. evil. She looked at me and grinned and looked directly into my son's room. That chilled my spine. I immediately went to his room, even though I had to go within 2 or 3 feet of that woman, and I lifted my son into my arms and took him into my room and laid him on the bed. I came back out to get my daughter and looked back at the chair and she was still there, still grinning, only bigger this time. I could actually see her teeth, half rotted in her mouth. Hating the thought of turning my back on her, I went into my daughter's room and lifted her into my arms and when I came back with her to my door, that woman was still there, never having taken her eyes off my daughter's bedroom door. I realized that I was crying, actually sobbing, and when I looked back at her, she looked like she was laughing, though I couldn't hear it. I didn't even realize I was going to talk until I actually heard myself saying "You can NOT have my babies!". At this, she stopped grinning but she never took her eyes off me. I stared her down for a few seconds and repeated what I said, and then I went to my room, shut the door and put my daughter in the bed beside my son. Then I dropped to my knees and prayed. All night I could hear the laughing and moving around in the hallway. I wanted to leave there so badly but I'd have had to go past that woman to get out and I was so scared. I didn't close my eyes all night. The next morning the lady was gone and I started looking for another home. It took me about a month to find one and until we moved, we slept in the living room from then on so that if it happened again, I could just get the kids and leave. I did see her again once, but only briefly but I felt her so many times.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Nan's Ghost
The Ghost of Jim Morrison
It has been over 4 years since Hollywood resident and Rock and Roll Historian Brett Meisner first noticed a strange image in the background of a photo taken of him at the gravesite of former Doors’ front man Jim Morrison at the Pere Lachaise Cemetery in Paris, France. After having the photograph and original negative analyzed by dozens of paranormal and photographic experts, there is still little explanation as to how or why the ghostly image appeared in the photo. Some believe it is a forgery, while others simply think it is just a ray of sunlight playing an odd trick on the human eye. For Brett Meisner, the photo has become a black cloud of bad luck hanging over his head, and he is now looking for a way to get rid of this infamous and very controversial piece of rock and roll history.
The Ghost of Jim Morrison
Brett Meisner barely recalled the 1997 candid graveside photo shoot when an assistant showed him the photo in 2002, pointing out the clearly visible iconic image of Jim Morrison in the background. “I have collected a lot of rock memorabilia over the past few decades so I figured he was playing a joke on me,” explains Meisner. “But once we found the negative and made larger prints, it was quite clear to all of us that we had something odd and unique on our hands.”
Once word of the Morrison ghost photograph spread across the Internet, both skeptics and avid Doors fans came knocking on Meisner’s door. A British film crew from the show “Dead Famous” even flew to Los Angeles, bringing along paranormal expert Chris Fleming who called the photo “one of the best I’ve ever seen.” This publicity led to appearances on the Biography channel and several prominent radio programs, but Meisner began to realize the photo was causing more harm than good.
“I’ve had strangers come to my home at all hours of the night wanting to talk to me saying they had messages from Jim,” explained Meisner. “At first it was sort of interesting to see how many people felt a spiritual bond with Jim and the photo, but now the whole vibe seems negative.”
A failed marriage and the loss of a young friend to a drug overdose were just a few of the tragedies that have befallen Brett Meisner since he rediscovered the photograph. “I’ve lost some high paying clients and nothing but bad luck has plagued me for the past few years.” A spiritual adviser and close friend recently told Meisner that they believe the photograph is part of a curse and that he needs to find a respectful way to part with the image and bring closure to both Brett and the spirit of Morrison.
“Part of me wishes that I would have never stepped foot into the graveyard in the first place,” admits Meisner. “While I also know I’m partly to blame for talking about it in the first place. I should have kept it to myself and not let the media have a field day with something so special and private.
Meisner is currently trying to find a private and reputable organization to donate the photos and negative. So far he has no takers.
Jim Morrison’s gravesite in Pere Lachaise is one of the most popular tourist attractions in a cemetery filled with literary and cultural icons such as Oscar Wilde, Honore de Balzac and Frederic Chopin. Over a thousand people each day visit the gravesite where Morrison was laid to rest in July 1971. Often the crowds are unruly and festive, a fact that is looked down upon by the surviving family members of the nearby graves. In fact, the French government almost moved the body of Morrison in 2001 when the 30 year lease expired, citing his gravesite a nuisance and unwanted attraction. However, pressure from the local artistic community helped keep Jim safe and secure in his final resting place.
The Ghost of Jim Morrison
Brett Meisner barely recalled the 1997 candid graveside photo shoot when an assistant showed him the photo in 2002, pointing out the clearly visible iconic image of Jim Morrison in the background. “I have collected a lot of rock memorabilia over the past few decades so I figured he was playing a joke on me,” explains Meisner. “But once we found the negative and made larger prints, it was quite clear to all of us that we had something odd and unique on our hands.”
Once word of the Morrison ghost photograph spread across the Internet, both skeptics and avid Doors fans came knocking on Meisner’s door. A British film crew from the show “Dead Famous” even flew to Los Angeles, bringing along paranormal expert Chris Fleming who called the photo “one of the best I’ve ever seen.” This publicity led to appearances on the Biography channel and several prominent radio programs, but Meisner began to realize the photo was causing more harm than good.
“I’ve had strangers come to my home at all hours of the night wanting to talk to me saying they had messages from Jim,” explained Meisner. “At first it was sort of interesting to see how many people felt a spiritual bond with Jim and the photo, but now the whole vibe seems negative.”
A failed marriage and the loss of a young friend to a drug overdose were just a few of the tragedies that have befallen Brett Meisner since he rediscovered the photograph. “I’ve lost some high paying clients and nothing but bad luck has plagued me for the past few years.” A spiritual adviser and close friend recently told Meisner that they believe the photograph is part of a curse and that he needs to find a respectful way to part with the image and bring closure to both Brett and the spirit of Morrison.
“Part of me wishes that I would have never stepped foot into the graveyard in the first place,” admits Meisner. “While I also know I’m partly to blame for talking about it in the first place. I should have kept it to myself and not let the media have a field day with something so special and private.
Meisner is currently trying to find a private and reputable organization to donate the photos and negative. So far he has no takers.
Jim Morrison’s gravesite in Pere Lachaise is one of the most popular tourist attractions in a cemetery filled with literary and cultural icons such as Oscar Wilde, Honore de Balzac and Frederic Chopin. Over a thousand people each day visit the gravesite where Morrison was laid to rest in July 1971. Often the crowds are unruly and festive, a fact that is looked down upon by the surviving family members of the nearby graves. In fact, the French government almost moved the body of Morrison in 2001 when the 30 year lease expired, citing his gravesite a nuisance and unwanted attraction. However, pressure from the local artistic community helped keep Jim safe and secure in his final resting place.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
The spirit world and ghosts are all around us
By: CVT6702
Those who want to know the truth about the Spirit World should know that we don't have to look for Spirits and Ghosts in cemeteries and old buildings, they are all around us in our everyday lives, following us and spying on us and sometimes they are spiritual Guides out to do good, and sometimes they are just up to no good and out to prove to themselves what control they have over humans. The things I know about Ghosts and Spirits could shock you and they might cause you to fear the spirit world, but I am thinking more along the lines that better education will cause us to be more aware of our surroundings and just who is controlling our thoughts and actions.
Did you not get the Job because you were not qualified or was it because your much hated mother-in-law in the Spirit World who heard you talking about her again decided to teach you a lesson and this is why you didn't get the Job. And if you were cheating on your wife and someone put a thought in her head who was it that ratted you out? Yes it could have been someone in the Spirit World who has been following you as fatefully as any human gumshoe could do and all they have to do with the information is put a little thought into the mind of someone who needs to know. It could cause you to begin to think your spouse or friends are mind readers when in fact they have these ideas put into their head by a Spirit trying to help them in their everyday lives and the human may not even know where the thought or idea came from.
Keep in mind sometimes teens think their parents have eyes in the backs of their heads or that they can read their minds and know what they are about to do even before they do it and that could be because grandma or grandpa or some other realtives in the Spirit World is shadowing those teens and watching everything they do then they run back and put the idea into the parents heads. Remember if a Realtive or associate was a gossiping busybody on earth always causing trouble they will no doubt be doing the same thing in the Spirit World.
In the Spirit World they don't have to go to bed, or do shopping or go to work and so they have lots of time on their hands and this is how many of them spend that time, helping those back on earth whether they want them to or not. In the Spirit World they can come to your house without calling or knocking, but just walk in anytime they choose day or night and watch you doint anything they choose to and you won't even know it. They can watch you in the bathroom, preening in front of a mirror and put the thought into your head much like this: "Looks like your behind is getting a little big, better lay off that extra slice of pizza"
They can say things to the woman like better do something about that flab and stretchmarks because your husband is dealing with a pretty new girl at the office which he forgot to mention. You can be laying around watching soaps while you think no one knows what you are doing and there you are with a thought nagging you about how lazy and fat your are becoming and that idea can be put into your head by a realitive or guide in the Spirit World who has nothing better to do than follow you around nagging you. The Spirits can have you shaping up or shipping out depending on how they feela bout you and you won't even know what is happening.
If they were drinkers on Earth or into drugs then they could be trying tio put thoughts into your head so they can join you and seek some of these pleasures or even peleasures of the flesh through proxy and by following you about and getting into your thoughts but mostly they just want to see what control they can still have over humans. And think for a moment what happens to the Spirits of the dead who have died in prison after committing violent crimes and or even died in the Death Penalty. I know they are supposed to be burned in Hell but the Reality of the Situation is the souls of Killers and Others are free to roam the earth and do whatever they want to good or bad and this is why on Occassion we have to deal with possessions.
Now we have an added problem now that people are beginning to read books about Walk-In's and things like that and some of these spirits of the Evikl no doubt beleieve they may be free to come back and Commadeer a body and claim it as their own. I don't believe they can Commadeer a human body but I do believe they can give a human a hard time as they try to make them believe they can do this to them. Now who has control over all these Spirits and are some of them lost souls who can't find the Light or have they already seen the Light and now they know they are free to roam the Earth at will and go anywhere they choose and are some misusing that privilege?
And what will Hollywood do with this new found knowledge that I and other Explorers into the World beyond have come across and are now sharing with Planet Earth. And how do you know that I am a Human writing this or whether I am a Spirit who has found a way to operate this computer through thought? And how do you know when you get on your keyboard whether those are your thoughts or whether you are writing thoughts put into your mind through thoughts and mind reading and automatic writing?
Beep Beep...
Those who want to know the truth about the Spirit World should know that we don't have to look for Spirits and Ghosts in cemeteries and old buildings, they are all around us in our everyday lives, following us and spying on us and sometimes they are spiritual Guides out to do good, and sometimes they are just up to no good and out to prove to themselves what control they have over humans. The things I know about Ghosts and Spirits could shock you and they might cause you to fear the spirit world, but I am thinking more along the lines that better education will cause us to be more aware of our surroundings and just who is controlling our thoughts and actions.
Did you not get the Job because you were not qualified or was it because your much hated mother-in-law in the Spirit World who heard you talking about her again decided to teach you a lesson and this is why you didn't get the Job. And if you were cheating on your wife and someone put a thought in her head who was it that ratted you out? Yes it could have been someone in the Spirit World who has been following you as fatefully as any human gumshoe could do and all they have to do with the information is put a little thought into the mind of someone who needs to know. It could cause you to begin to think your spouse or friends are mind readers when in fact they have these ideas put into their head by a Spirit trying to help them in their everyday lives and the human may not even know where the thought or idea came from.
Keep in mind sometimes teens think their parents have eyes in the backs of their heads or that they can read their minds and know what they are about to do even before they do it and that could be because grandma or grandpa or some other realtives in the Spirit World is shadowing those teens and watching everything they do then they run back and put the idea into the parents heads. Remember if a Realtive or associate was a gossiping busybody on earth always causing trouble they will no doubt be doing the same thing in the Spirit World.
In the Spirit World they don't have to go to bed, or do shopping or go to work and so they have lots of time on their hands and this is how many of them spend that time, helping those back on earth whether they want them to or not. In the Spirit World they can come to your house without calling or knocking, but just walk in anytime they choose day or night and watch you doint anything they choose to and you won't even know it. They can watch you in the bathroom, preening in front of a mirror and put the thought into your head much like this: "Looks like your behind is getting a little big, better lay off that extra slice of pizza"
They can say things to the woman like better do something about that flab and stretchmarks because your husband is dealing with a pretty new girl at the office which he forgot to mention. You can be laying around watching soaps while you think no one knows what you are doing and there you are with a thought nagging you about how lazy and fat your are becoming and that idea can be put into your head by a realitive or guide in the Spirit World who has nothing better to do than follow you around nagging you. The Spirits can have you shaping up or shipping out depending on how they feela bout you and you won't even know what is happening.
If they were drinkers on Earth or into drugs then they could be trying tio put thoughts into your head so they can join you and seek some of these pleasures or even peleasures of the flesh through proxy and by following you about and getting into your thoughts but mostly they just want to see what control they can still have over humans. And think for a moment what happens to the Spirits of the dead who have died in prison after committing violent crimes and or even died in the Death Penalty. I know they are supposed to be burned in Hell but the Reality of the Situation is the souls of Killers and Others are free to roam the earth and do whatever they want to good or bad and this is why on Occassion we have to deal with possessions.
Now we have an added problem now that people are beginning to read books about Walk-In's and things like that and some of these spirits of the Evikl no doubt beleieve they may be free to come back and Commadeer a body and claim it as their own. I don't believe they can Commadeer a human body but I do believe they can give a human a hard time as they try to make them believe they can do this to them. Now who has control over all these Spirits and are some of them lost souls who can't find the Light or have they already seen the Light and now they know they are free to roam the Earth at will and go anywhere they choose and are some misusing that privilege?
And what will Hollywood do with this new found knowledge that I and other Explorers into the World beyond have come across and are now sharing with Planet Earth. And how do you know that I am a Human writing this or whether I am a Spirit who has found a way to operate this computer through thought? And how do you know when you get on your keyboard whether those are your thoughts or whether you are writing thoughts put into your mind through thoughts and mind reading and automatic writing?
Beep Beep...
Famous south african ghost stories
By: Little Dreamer
Bear with me, this might turn out to be a bit of a long read, but I'm sure it is worth it. I have rarely read any South African ghost stories on the Net and felt that maybe I needed to do something about that. South Africa sports some of the best myths among the "Flying Dutchman" which has been popularized by the Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy, but the true story is nothing like the film's version.
Captain Hendrik van der Decken, of Holland, wanted to sail past the Cape of Storms (Cape Town) but apparently the weather was horrid and it was Good Friday or something, he cursed and swore at the weather and made an oath to that he will sail past the Cape even is he has to try until the end of days. Well as long as there is an ocean, the "Flying Dutchman" will sail the seas and try to get past the Cape of Storms. It is said that when another ship approaches the Dutchman and accepts the letters it hands over to post they will suffer a major accident. The ship has been sighted and recorded by King George V and his brother Albert. Thus the sighting of the ship promised a future of impending doom.
A local and rather recent story (it stems from the early 1970's) had it's origin in Uniondale, a small town in the Klein Karoo. The story is that of the "Uniondale Ghost" as she is commonly known in South Africa.
The history goes as follows:
The girl and her fiancé was driving on his motorbike on Easter weekend on the road to Uniondale. They made a major accident where she died, the fiancé survived and later married someone else.
If, on a dark night during Easter you drive to Uniondale and see a smallish girl hitchiking and you happen to pick her up, usually the smell of appleblossom would accompany her. She would disappear sometime during the drive and only the smell of the flowers would remain.
Other times if you become aware of the smell of appleblossoms while driving on that road you should know that the Uniondale Ghost had hitched a ride with you and she wishes to go back to her fiancé.
As far as I know her visitations do not bode any evil. A group of ghosthunters claim to have put her to rest, but I'm not so sure...
A last well-known story is that of the "Ghost wagon in the "Spokeveld" (Ghost feld).
The wagon would chase across the fields in the early morning silence with an incredible speed across unseen roads.
Major Ellis recounts the following events in an old book. He was driving in the past coach from Ceres towards Beaufort-West. he was sitting up front with the coach driver when the wheel broke. They had to pull off the road in order to check what happened when they heard a wagon racing towards them. Ellis thought it was on the road heading straight towards them, but Anthony de Beer, the coach driver said No, the sound doesn't come up from the road. Apparently the noise the wagon made was amazing. As the wagon stormed past them Anthony shouted, "Where the devil are you going?"
A loud voice answered, "To hell," and this was followed by a chorus of horrid laughter. As the wagon raced past a gust of icy wind followed them, as can be expected during an encounter with the spirit world. They caught a glimpse of the driver, he had a deadly white face with deadly piercing eyes and a white bandana tied around the lower part of his face. Laughter followed this as well. A few seconds after the wagon passed, the noise disappeared and a scary calm descended over the landscape. Anthony and Ellis ran back towards the coach, but saw two men sitting next to a fire and approached them, the men turned to look at them with deadly white visages and disappeared. The fire which was burning moments earlier was dead and no trace of a recent fire was visible.
Anthony was very depressed, because they knew the story of the ghost wagon.....the legend says that if the wagon races towards you, but no one does anything and it crashes into you, everyone is doomed; but if one person shouts out to the wagon (as Anthony did) he saves everyone's lives at the cost of his own.... Anthony's body was found a week later at the bottom of a cliff with his coach and horses.......
Thank you for reading so patiently, I hope that it was at least a bit interesting. This is really the truth.
Bear with me, this might turn out to be a bit of a long read, but I'm sure it is worth it. I have rarely read any South African ghost stories on the Net and felt that maybe I needed to do something about that. South Africa sports some of the best myths among the "Flying Dutchman" which has been popularized by the Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy, but the true story is nothing like the film's version.
Captain Hendrik van der Decken, of Holland, wanted to sail past the Cape of Storms (Cape Town) but apparently the weather was horrid and it was Good Friday or something, he cursed and swore at the weather and made an oath to that he will sail past the Cape even is he has to try until the end of days. Well as long as there is an ocean, the "Flying Dutchman" will sail the seas and try to get past the Cape of Storms. It is said that when another ship approaches the Dutchman and accepts the letters it hands over to post they will suffer a major accident. The ship has been sighted and recorded by King George V and his brother Albert. Thus the sighting of the ship promised a future of impending doom.
A local and rather recent story (it stems from the early 1970's) had it's origin in Uniondale, a small town in the Klein Karoo. The story is that of the "Uniondale Ghost" as she is commonly known in South Africa.
The history goes as follows:
The girl and her fiancé was driving on his motorbike on Easter weekend on the road to Uniondale. They made a major accident where she died, the fiancé survived and later married someone else.
If, on a dark night during Easter you drive to Uniondale and see a smallish girl hitchiking and you happen to pick her up, usually the smell of appleblossom would accompany her. She would disappear sometime during the drive and only the smell of the flowers would remain.
Other times if you become aware of the smell of appleblossoms while driving on that road you should know that the Uniondale Ghost had hitched a ride with you and she wishes to go back to her fiancé.
As far as I know her visitations do not bode any evil. A group of ghosthunters claim to have put her to rest, but I'm not so sure...
A last well-known story is that of the "Ghost wagon in the "Spokeveld" (Ghost feld).
The wagon would chase across the fields in the early morning silence with an incredible speed across unseen roads.
Major Ellis recounts the following events in an old book. He was driving in the past coach from Ceres towards Beaufort-West. he was sitting up front with the coach driver when the wheel broke. They had to pull off the road in order to check what happened when they heard a wagon racing towards them. Ellis thought it was on the road heading straight towards them, but Anthony de Beer, the coach driver said No, the sound doesn't come up from the road. Apparently the noise the wagon made was amazing. As the wagon stormed past them Anthony shouted, "Where the devil are you going?"
A loud voice answered, "To hell," and this was followed by a chorus of horrid laughter. As the wagon raced past a gust of icy wind followed them, as can be expected during an encounter with the spirit world. They caught a glimpse of the driver, he had a deadly white face with deadly piercing eyes and a white bandana tied around the lower part of his face. Laughter followed this as well. A few seconds after the wagon passed, the noise disappeared and a scary calm descended over the landscape. Anthony and Ellis ran back towards the coach, but saw two men sitting next to a fire and approached them, the men turned to look at them with deadly white visages and disappeared. The fire which was burning moments earlier was dead and no trace of a recent fire was visible.
Anthony was very depressed, because they knew the story of the ghost wagon.....the legend says that if the wagon races towards you, but no one does anything and it crashes into you, everyone is doomed; but if one person shouts out to the wagon (as Anthony did) he saves everyone's lives at the cost of his own.... Anthony's body was found a week later at the bottom of a cliff with his coach and horses.......
Thank you for reading so patiently, I hope that it was at least a bit interesting. This is really the truth.
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