Real Famous Ghost Picture From WWI

Taken in 1919, this ghost photo of a RAF squadron from World War One has an extra ghostly face in the picture. It is believed to be Freddy Jackson, an air mechanic who had been accidentally killed by an airplane propellor two days before the pic was taken. His funeral took place on the day the photograph was shot. Members of his air squadron recognized his face with ease and believe he must have showed up for the haunted picture, unaware he had passed. Freddy's ghostly apparition appears behind the airman in the top row, fourth from the left.

White House

Ghost sightings at the White House are legendary and have been reported by such first ladies as Eleanor Roosevelt, Grace Coolidge, and Mrs. Woodrow Wilson. In fact, many presidents have confessed to feeling the presence of our former leaders who, they say, seem to want to help and give their support. But visiting dignitaries and staff have also been witness to the eerie encounters, which are well documented and openly admitted by the nation’s capital.

The most frequently detected apparition is that of Abraham Lincoln who has a propensity for knocking on doors. Several presidents such as Theodore Roosevelt, Herbert Hoover and Harry Truman experienced being interrupted by the ghostly rappings and Grace Coolidge saw Mr. Lincoln gazing out a window in the Oval Office. Other reports include Lincoln sitting on his bed tying his shoes as well as standing at a window in his bedroom looking out over the grounds. First Lady was said to be visited by the ghost of Dolley Madison when she wanted to make changes to the rose garden and even Abigail Adams has been spotted doing her laundry. Some say Mamie Eisenhower haunts the kitchen. Ghost sightings have included Andrew Jackson pacing the halls swearing up a storm and a British soldier has also been seen there. That soldier reportedly died on the grounds in 1814. There have been cold spots, breezes and doors that open and close on their own. Reports of activity have even been reported as recently as a few weeks ago.

Staff at the White House admit that it is very spooky there at night. It has been said that the scariest area is the First Family’s personal quarters. When all the lights are turned off at night, the house is dark and every sound resounds through the halls.

You can tour the White House alone or in groups. But we wouldn’t recommend going alone. If you do have a ghost sighting, you’ll want a witness around, as cameras are not allowed in the White House.

Something In My Window

By: Jay

My kids were playing in my window in the living room. The window has an offset that they can stand on. I was taking pictures of them while they were playing. I did not notice anything out of the ordinary when I was taking the pictures. When I reviewed the pictures I noticed an orange spot on the glass behind my little boy. I zoomed closer on the picture and noticed something strange with the orange spot. I am not going to comment on the spot but I do want you to zoom in on it. See what you think it may be. I have had some unusual unexplainable things happen in the last few weeks. My 5 year old boy screamed at me late one night from his bedroom. I went to his room and he told me that something was pulling his blanket down toward his feet. I normally would have dismissed it as his imagination but something similar had happened to me in the past. I can not say if my house is haunted but sometimes things are not quite what they should be.Please do not pay any attention to the glass behind my son. They had gotten it pretty nasty when they were playing. It is normally not that dirty.

WOMAN'S FACE IN THE SMOKE!

Submitted By: Donald

This is a random photo I took with my digital camera whilst outside having a cigarette. As I was deleting some of the random shots I took I came across this photo that really grabbed my attention! In the cigarette smoke is a clear image of what appears to be a woman with long hair! I'm not sure if ghosts can appear in cigarette smoke like that if it was just a fluke shot. But either way I thought it was worth sending in. The weather conditions that night where wet, humid & still.

Proctor Valley Road

From: "Malachi"
Location: Proctor Valley Road, San Diego, CA

As you well know, San Diego has quite a few good ghost stories. This one is more of an "urban legend" type, but none-the-less is fairly creepy on it's own. In eastern Chula Vista, East H Street turns into Proctor Valley Road, and what had previously been nothing but cow country is now a gigantic subdivision of "McMansion" type houses. Eventually, though, the development peeters out and Proctor Valley Road stops being an urbane and paved road, and turns into a desolate dirt path, for about five or six miles, before you end up on the other side of San Diego County in the small town of Jamul. There are a couple of stories surrounding this area, the most famous is the Proctor Valley Monster, which is a whole other genre to itself.

The scarier one is the Proctor Valley Hitchhiker. There are several stories surrounding this ghost. One is that it is the ghost of a girl who died in a car accident on prom night, and now wanders the road late at night looking for a ride home. The other is that it is the ghost of a girl raped and murdered by a gang of illegal immigrants (or something), and she either wanders the road looking for her killers, or looking for a ride home. One legend states that if you see her and do not pick her up, you'll be struck dead at the end of Proctor Valley Road!

I have heard from a few people who have claimed to have seen the ghost, and don't know what to make of it. The most interesting story of a fellow who claimed to have seen a woman in a baby blue nightgown laying in the fetal position at the side of the road; when he pulled by the "woman" she stirred and looked up at him and began waving her arms as if trying to flag him down. Unsurprisingly he drove away (and I don't blame him). I've been down the road a few times at night, and let me tell you, it's a creepy place. Very lonely and desolate, once you're in the middle of the trip down the road you're three or four miles from the nearest house, so just try to think what would happen if your car broke down out there.

I went out there one night with some friends determined to solve the riddle of the Proctor Valley Ghost Woman. We had been drinking a bit (which is the hobby of most college students after all) and headed out there at 12 or 1 in the morning. Well, the driver decided to drive us into a ditch, and we were stuck on the ghost road for about three hours trying to dig our way out of the mess we had gotten ourselves in. Finally a passer-by helped us out and we continued down the road. Unfortunately we didn't see anything (though we were all very unnerved by the experience). I haven't seen anything at all on my subsequent trips down the road late at night by myself (and once with my girlfriend, who was very nervous the entire way, since I kept jabbering about the ghost that was sure to strike us dead if we didn't pick it up and so on).

I write this only to say hurry up and catch the ghost road while you can, if there is something out there it might not be there for long, since the last time I was out there the road had been widened and it looks like it will be paved (since many people use it as a shortcut to get to the Indian casinos in the far East County), and eventually I assume houses and strip malls will sprout up like weeds. Just watch those curves though.

Fire Girl Ghost Picture

By: Buloy



Here is a very well known ghost photograph taken in 1995 which contains a girl in the doorway in front of a blazing fire. The building is the Wem town hall of Shropshire, England. This picture was taken from the other side of the street. The girl was not seen at the time that the photograph was taken and was only noticed after the picture was developed.

No bodies were discovered in the burned out structure nor was anyone reported as missing. However, according to the local folklore a girl by the name of Jane Churm had burned down the town hall building in 1677 when she accidentally dropped a burning candle. The ghost of this young girl has been reported to haunt the Wem town hall building since that fire. Could this be the ghost of Jane Churm captured in this photograph? Is it possible that this ghost had something to do with the fire?

Ghostly Mist at a Haunted NH Cemetery

By: Fiona



These are two photos taken 26 Nov 1999 at Gilson Road Cemetery, Nashua, NH. We took them with a Fuji disposable Quicksnap camera, with 800 ASA film in it. I took these photographs about five seconds apart.Ignore the apparent "orbs." It was already becoming a foggy night when these pictures were taken. If they were "ghost orbs," we have no way of knowing. As the evening progressed, the "orbs" in the photos became thicker and more numerous. I think they're just reflections off the saturated air. Except for slight color differences which pique my interest, the orbs in these photos look almost exactly like the actual orbs taken on very dry evenings. However, the thick mist swirling around the stones in the second photo... that's something else. Lovely image, and nicely eerie. Does mist really come up this quickly on a still night? I mean, in five seconds or less? I have no idea. Is this an anomaly? Again, I can't say. Nothing surprises me during my visits to this very haunted cemetery. Okay, let me rephrase that: The ghostly images I perceive of an Indian massacre in the woods behind the cemetery distress me, but don't surprise me.



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Non-human "being" caught on film!

By: Pereira A.



I'm from Concepción and have been working in Santiago for little over a a year. On May 10 this year I decided to take some photos at Parque Forestal, taking some 10 shots which I downloaded to my PC the following day. I thought it would be interesting to photograph a group of Carabineros (state police) on horseback patrolling the sector. The photo was taken at 17:40 hrs approximately from the corner of JM de la Barra and Av. Cardenal José María Caro, in front of bellas Bellas Artes and looking east. It was a cloudy day and the sun was hidden, for which reason my digital camera ( Kodak DX6490) adjusted to low speed (1/10 seg.). This is the reason why the photo shows motion (those knowledegable about photography will know the reason why)Furthermore, the Carabineros were som 20 meters distant, and I employed the camera's optical zoom (10x) which added to the blurred result. The fact is that I am very impressed by this image. I attest to the fact that it is not a fraud nor anything similar. For this reason I have made it public and I contacted the staff of CIFAE Chile. I would like to know the true nature of the image that appears in it and if anyone has ever caught anything similar in a photo. Nothing more. Germán Pereira A. Ing. Civil Mecánico.
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Encounter With An Unknown Entity

by: Daryel S.

I am writing about this for the first time. It has been 23 years ago, and I have never spoken of
it before. I was reading some of the accounts on your site; I thought this may be the time to
write about this event, so that I can bury it so to speak.

In 1984, I was 22 years old. I had moved in with my best friend, Justin and we shared the
expense of his mobile home. We did not rent the mobile home, as it was a used unit that
Justin purchased. He and I spent most of our free time partying with as many girls as we
could. The typical bachelor pad would best describe our home, although it was just a
temporary place to live - we still called it home. We had lived there about six months when
strange things began to happen. Justin and I were folding clothes in the master bedroom. It
was about 6:00 pm on a Thursday evening and everything was normal. We had the stereo
on and were playing albums. My stereo was a Monteverdi system which had a mute button
on the front. It was a large square button, which when pressed in, locked it into mute mode.
In the middle of a song the house went quiet. We looked at each other, and began to walk
down the hallway to the living room. When we looked at the stereo to determine what had
happened, we saw that the mute button had been pressed in and locked into place. We both
just looked at each other, because we were both together when this happened and the doors
to the outside were locked. We released the mute button and went on about our evening.

A few days later, things began to happen that had never happened before. Dishes, pots,
pans and glasses would start rattling in the kitchen. They made enough noise that it drowned
out the TV. It sounded like someone was having a fight with our dishes. We would walk into
the kitchen and as soon as we stepped in the room, the noise would stop. This occurred
almost every night thereafter, even when we had friends over. Most of our friends, except
those who were too scared, tried to sneak into the kitchen to catch a glimpse of the noise
maker. As soon as someone went into the kitchen, the noise would stop.

As the weeks rolled on, things started to escalate. One night I was dozing off to sleep and I
heard the sound of crystal, as if someone was ringing a crystal bell. I stepped out of bed and
the noise stopped. This continued each night at exactly the stroke of midnight. Justin
worked third shift, thus I was alone in the house most nights from 10:30, until I left for work in
the morning. After about two weeks of this, I had gotten use to the sound and gave up trying
to find the source. Then the worst haunting occurred. I was drifting off to sleep and I heard
the crystal again. I opened my eyes, and standing at the foot of the bed was a figure of an
entity. It was so black...blacker than pitch black. I slept with no lights on in the house, even
the outside lights had to be turned off. Yet, this entity which stood at the foot of my bed was
blacker than the darkness in the room. It had the shape of a person dressed in a hooded
robe. It began to stretch its hand out to me. Actually, as the figure was so dark, all I could
see was an arm. I sat up in the bed, but it did not disappear as one might expect. I sat there
frozen in fear; I could feel the presence of this entity so strongly that all I could say was, “In the
name of Jesus. I rebuke you.” You must understand that although I have a Christian
background, at that time I was a partier and was not a person you would describe as a
Christian. Yet from somewhere deep within me, these words came out. As soon as I spoke
them it disappeared, but not before I heard, “Death is very close.” I heard this, I think more
in my mind than with my natural ears. Again, it scared me so bad, I had to get up and make
me a drink to calm my nerves.

A few weeks later, my friends and I were on our way to a bonfire/campout. We had planned
this outing all summer and we had found a perfect spot on a friend’s land. On the first
evening of the outing, tragedy struck. My friends, Justin and Scott, collided head on while
riding trail bikes. Justin lost use of his arm permanently, and Scott was in the hospital four
months. They both lived, but to this day they carry the scars of that evening in the arm that is
no longer functioning, and in a knee and hip that requires braces.

I have read that similar encounters have resulted in some kind of warning to help prevent
tragedy. I do not believe this was the intention in this case. I never felt anything good during
this whole ordeal, but rather I felt that something had set out to harm us.

The next day after the accident, I moved out. I never went back and I have never experienced
a haunting since. All I can say is that even though no one died, two very close friends live
with permanent scars due to the accident.

GRANDPA PAYS A VISIT!

By: Bev



"The lady in the color photo is my granny, She lived on her own until age 94, when her mind started to weaken and had to be moved to an assisted living home for her own safety. At the end of the first week, there was a picnic for the residents and their families. My mother and sister attended. My sister took two pictures that day, and this is one of them. It was taken on Sunday, 8/17/97, and we think the man behind her is my grandpa who passed away on Sunday, 8/14/84. We did not notice the man in the picture until Christmas Day, 2000 (granny had since passed away), while browsing through some loose family photos at my parents' house. My sister thought it was such a nice picture of granny that she even made a copy for mom, but still, nobody noticed the man behind her for over three years! When I arrived at my parents' house that Christmas day, my sister handed me the picture and said, "Who do you think this man behind granny looks like?" It took a few seconds for it to sink in. I was absolutely speechless. The black and white photos show that it really looks like him."

Uncle's Picture

By: Amethyst

My story is about strange happenings involves a photograph. This happened two years ago. I was alone in the house, having a cup of coffe in front of the TV. I have a table in my living room with several framed photos of relatives etc. This table was far away from me. There was no one in the room, not even my cats, apart from me. All of a sudden one of this photos fell and crashed on the glass table without anybody touching it. It gave me a shock. I got up and put it together, as the glass came out of it. In this photograph was my dead grandmother, my father, also dead, and my aunt and uncle when they were little. I assumed it was my dad or my gran coming to say hello. So I said hello mentally, and try to put the whole episode at the back on my mind, although a nagging thought was in my mind, why did that happened? why now? The photograph had been in its place for many years. Everything always happens for a reason. Anyway, two weeks went past, and then I received a call from my aunt telling me my uncle was dead (the one in the photo). My uncle had been separated from his wife for many years, and he went to live in South America and didn't have much contact with the rest of the family, so no one in the the family knew he was dead. He had died about two weeks earlier of a heart attack. The people at the Consulate had to go through his papers and found a contact address, a letter from my aunt, and got in touch with her to tell her he had died. At the time the photo crashed on the table he had died and nobody knew. Was this his way to attract attention to himself, or to say goodbye? Too much of a coincidence, don't you think?

Attacked by the Damned

By: amakajaku

December 31, 11:15pm... I was merely sitting in the living room alone; in front of me was a bottle of red wine sitting on the center table. I was entitled to that bottle as it was a present from my grandfather's brother. I sat on the sofa with exhaustion enveloping my conscience. I had finished doing everything for the New Year's festivities: I had set up the fireworks that my father told me to, I helped with the cooking and preparations, and I did the greeting of family relatives and friends to welcome them and so on.

By that time, the night sky was already covered with pre-occasioned fireworks. I felt something very strange in the area of the living room, although it was very faint for my exhaustion had moderately muted it and the outside noise was blocking its effect on me. I did not pay it any mind and decided to open the bottle; as I was reaching for it, a very strong shock in my head repulsed me to stop completely. My vision momentarily blurred but my head was still hurting. A sort of rampage has filled the living room with commotion: the sofa I was sitting on was shaking very hard, and the ceiling fan was as well being shaken by a force, the curtains were flying off even though the windows were closed, the lights flickering while my portrait and other hanged pictures on the wall are being flipped drastically.

"Why are you doing this?!"

I asked with some force left in me. Everything stopped moving, but now that I was electrocuted awake I felt the presence even more clearly than before I paid attention to it. I leaned my back against the sofa and thought that it had stopped completely. Before I knew it, I was being assaulted after the lights went out. I knew he was a man, but even in the pitch black darkness it was like he was a real person. I couldn't fight back and, no matter what, I couldn't scream for help since my father had trained not scream no matter what the pain is.

He was in between my thighs so I wasn't able to kick him anywhere. It wasn't a sexual assault. The fingers of his left hand dug into the right side of my torso, his nails stabbed me forcefully; the fingers of his right hand digging into my left thigh's skin scratching it and injuring my flesh. I felt it as an injury yet I couldn't see if it was really bleeding or not. My movements were limited as his left collarbone pinned my neck on the top side of the sofa's back rest. I couldn't breathe properly as his virile shoulders were very hard. I was losing the very last bit of my strength to stop him.

"Why...are you... Doing - - this...?"

The applied pressure on his collarbone was weakening. He seemed to have leaned his face closer to mine.

"I want to make you feel pain..."

His slightly grudging voice was digging into my ear as how it seemed unearthly.

"I have been damned from entering God's kingdom, let alone still using his name to protect me from evil spirits... I have been suffering all my life as you have been... Do not let this go to your heart forever and leave this anger and enter God's gates... I am certain you will be welcomed there as I can no longer be because of my sins..."

I have said this in my head for quite a number of times but I didn't expect it to be used for an evil spirit.

"Impossible..." His grip tightened. "How can you be damned from entering his kingdom?!"

Once his grip tightened, the air in my lungs skidding in my larynx making installments of moderately toned down moans and cries of pain.

"Please...stop...this... You have no reason... To be Sinning... I've been feeling pain for... 16 years... I...don't...want it... To be...17..."

He wasn't paying attention... I was as good as dead when my mother hadn't called me from the kitchen. He could have done a lot more damage at that position he was in. The lights went on and I saw the places where he scared me were really scrapped and bruised; I had to change clothes so that no one would notice it.

It continues for up until now and his visits are getting more painful and gruesome. Every time I was alone, he would do the same rampage but different forms of assaults in different positions.

Edward and the Pets from Beyond the Grave

By: Maria

I'm a young girl who can see ghosts. As the title says, I can see a man, who's name I'm not EXACTLY sure of, but I'm getting a strong feeling that this man goes by the name of Edward. He paces the hallway, where all the family's bedrooms are. We live in a 3 bedroom ranch with a living room, kitchen, utility room, and 2 bathrooms.

Until about 5 years ago, when we added a second, larger, living room to the back of the house. It's not just Edward, I can also see dogs from beyond the grave. Mostly my deceased pets, but one that I've never seen before, probably one that my mom and dad had before they adopted me. I think Edward needs help, but I don't know how to help him. The only time I see him is when I'm alone in the hallway or in the middle of the night in the hallway. (I'm a little Insomniac) And so, If I talk to him I might wake everyone up. And when I'm home alone, I'm too scared to stay in the hallway alone. How can I help him? And how would he benefit from it? I need help.

As for the dogs, I just see little glimpses for a split second. They are usually just standing there looking at me. It's usually of my two deceased dogs, Dana and Jasmin. But last night I got a glimpse of a dog that I don't know. All my family's dogs have been boxers, and that's what the "Unknown" dog is, which is what makes me assume that it's my family's past dog. I just want to know what to do about all these ghosts.

A Girl Standing Behind the Old Office

By: Mathy

At first I would like you to forgive me for my english, I'm actually from Malaysia. A few years back, around 1989 (I was 12 years old, now 30) I was living in my dad's house (office, later was converted to a house). The house was owned by his boss. This incident happened on saturday evening about 2:00pm. My house doesn't have water supply. Thus, we need to get the water from the factory nearby. It's about 800m from the factory to my house. It's always a headache for us to pick the water from bucket and have to walk about 800m every time we need the water. My parent decided to used a plastic hose. We fixed the hose to the factory water tap and to my house to get the water. This is how we used to have water supply. On the particular day, first my mom went alone to the factory. She returned home and expected to get the water from the hose. It's was not coming and my mom thought there was some leaking in somewhere. She insisted that me and my sister go and investigate why we didn't get the water supply, even when she turned on the pipe tap.

We were lazy. We used our bicycles instead to go to the place (the place was always scary and behind my house is a muslim cemetery). While we were riding, we saw a woman dressed in indian costume standing near the big tree and there is a wide drain in between the factory and the tree. We are the only indian living there and no way any human being can enter that place as it was a very bushy area.

She looked very beautiful and standing at the corner of the office (just beside the factory). We were stunned. We slammed out our bicycle and ran all the way to home. We told our mom what happened. She was speechless and she also had gone through similar experiences when she entered to the factory. She heard someone calling ma.. ma.. maaa... (mom) in a male voice.

This is very very true story. I swear upon God that I saw that a young woman standing there. I never believed in ghost, from this incident onwards I started believed in ghost and the strange happenings.

My other encounter was when I saw an very old and unusual tall man walking about 500 meters in front of me. I was on the way back from the temple. The time was about 2:00am, we had special prayers on the day and the temple is just walking distance.

Another one happened in the house I'm living now. Also considered as haunted, I always heard some noises in the middle of night. My dog keeping barking unconditionally at night and and I saw white smoke around my kitchen.

Yesterday, I was in the bathroom taking a shower. Suddenly, my bathroom door was pulled by someone (it's nearly open). I was stunned. I grabbed my clothes and I screamed at my niece for pranking me. But she was in my living room playing with her little doll. No one at home. Only me and she.

Ghosts exist. We can feel their existence. But they are not so strong as OUR BELOVED GOD. Trust him. Be brave when you happens to encounter such incident. Again forgave me for my english. Have nice day!

Waverly Hills Sanatorium

Waverly Hills Sanatorium - Room 502 ghost photo. "If you look very carefully above the number 502 you will see the large face of a womans ghost. their are also other smaller faces around her. Says Ghost Hunter Page Barnett. "I took this real Waverly Hills Sanatorium's Ghost photo while privately touring the facility at night! Waverly Hills Sanatorium, located in Louisville, Kentucky, opened in 1910 as a two-story hospital to accommodate 40 to 50 tuberculosis patients. It has since come to be considered one of the most haunted buildings in the Eastern United States. " I believe this is definitive proof that the building is the most haunted place in the world!"

Also See: Haunted Building and Ghost Stories Waverly Hills Sanatorium

Spirit in the Sinister Sofa

by: Linda H

When I was in my twenties I shared a local flat with a student. Although the place was comfortable and well decorated it was the weirdest place I have ever lived in. It all started when a large oval mirror began moving by itself. Whenever I was relax or let my mind drift a loud crackling sound would be heard and sometimes the sound of rustling papers. If we moved towards the noise it would stop immediately. The disturbances became so frequent that it was difficult to sleep at night!

Early one evening we were relaxing in the lounge. The student was laying on the floor writing an essay. Suddenly I was aware that someone else was with us. I saw the white figure of a woman stood in the corner of the room. My eyes must have been like saucers but I felt no fear. To this day I vividly remember what she was wearing and how she seemed to shine. But the strangest thing of all was that where she stood was an armchair. She was standing right through it!

Brown Palace Ghost

by: Robert E. Brown

My wife and daughter were watching a Travel Channel special on haunted places in the US. The Brown Palace Hotel was one of the places that was documented on the program. We were going to Denver in June and my wife suggested that we check this place out. Well, me being skeptical and all said jokingly if we found the place maybe we could get a picture of an orb or something.

When we arrived in Denver on June 19, 2005 I picked up a rental car and asked where this Hotel was and they said pointing down the street at some flags that that was it. Now I was committed to going. I took 3 pictures outside and 12 pictures inside.

When taking the pictures I did not observe anything unusual. We got home on June 22 and before going to bed I downloaded all my pictures from my camera. I use a Kodak Easy Share CX6445 camera. We then viewed the pictures and to our amazement we saw the picture that I have sent you. I have no clue as to what this is. The ships in the window behind the object are not distorted and I do not believe it to be a reflection. The object goes beyond the window into the molding area at the bottom. The only conclusion I can come up with is that it is a GHOST!!! I now am a believer!

Regards, Robert E. Brown

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Simulacra - Jesus at Sunset

by Brenda Bowers




I took this photo at Carters Lake, in Ellijay Ga., when my husband and I were camping... Look at the photo close.. the reflection in the water is Jesus' nose, the mountains are Jesus' eyes, the tree limbs and leaves at the top are his hair and at the bottom of the picture the leaves and branches are his beard.

Strange scream

by: badlydrawngirl
Location: Florida, USA

I have been haunted about this certain situation for about 7 years. I was in 8th grade, and i was staying at my grandparents house in Michigan. It was new years day and I was up at 3 or 4 in the morning watching MTV. I started to feel really anxious and nervous for some reason, so i thought i should go to bed. I lived at my grandparents house until i was 8, so I still had my bedroom there. I went into my room and layed in my bed, that is right next to the window. There is this old radio that hadn't been used for a long time, and it was on very faintly. I realized it was on and I got up and turned it off. This is where it gets really really strange. I went back into my bed, got comfortable and closed my eyes. Literally within second of me closing my eyes i heard the strangest thing i have ever heard. I always have a hard time explaining it, but it sounded like a scream, at all different octaves and echoing, and there was a nails on a chalkboard sound mixed in with it. It lasted for about 30 seconds and i just laid there looking at the ceiling. I ran to my grandma's room and I was crying really hard. She was a huge night owl like myself, so she was watching t.v. as well. I stood in her doorway crying and didn't know what to say. She asked me what was wrong and i told her about it, and she said "It was probably some poor animal that was dying" but the only way i could describe it was saying "It wasn't real sounding" I have no idea what i heard. I am wondering if anyone else has ever heard anything like that before. No one at that point had ever died in that house, but my great grandma and my great uncle had died next door...and family has said they have seen my great grandma around...but not as anything evil. This sound wasn't good...and i am very curious. Thank you so much for reading!

A Soul Possessed The True Story of the Excorcism of Emily Rose

By Connie Corder

The number one box office hit in the USA in 2005 was The Exorcism of Emily Rose. Appealing to lovers of the paranormal, the movie portrayed a young girl possessed by demons and entailed her suffering and the many exorcism rites she'd endured to be freed.

Even with it's status as a number one hit, the movie rated mixed reviews teetering from spine tingling to dull. The movie also fell short of the reported facts, but whether you like or dislike the movie, the fact that it is based on a true horrifying experience of a young woman, has to leave an impression!
Anneliese Michel the real Emily Rose Anneliese Michel the real Emily Rose

The real Emily Rose, Anneliese Michel was a young, beautiful woman on her way to a career in elementary education. She was born on September 21, 1952, in a small village in Bavaria.

Raised in Klingenberg am Main, Germany, her father operated a sawmill and the family was devout Catholic's. Anneliese had a seemingly normal childhood and as she grew older Anneliese became deeply religious.

At the young age of 17, Anneliese's life turned into a nightmare. She began having unusual seizures during the night, she'd described the symptoms as paralysis, a enormous weight on her chest, her body becoming rigid and she wouldn't be able to speak.

Doctors at the Psychiatric Clinic in Wurzburg diagnosed Anneliese as suffering from Grand Mal epileptic seizures. After the occurrence of her third seizure, she spent close to a year in a psychiatric hospital in Mittleberg.

During her stay at the hospital, she started seeing demonic faces, especially during her daily prayers and voices telling her that she was damned. Doctors there began to medicate her with some type of anticonvulsant. Anneliese's frustrations grew when the medications didn't provide any help, she continued to see the faces and became more depressed.

Once released, Anneliese returned to high school in the fall of 1970, she graduated and then moved to the city to attend the University of Wurzburg on a scholarship in 1973 and majored in elementary education.

Convinced that medication wasn't going to help her condition, she grew to believe that it was a spiritual infliction. She requested that the church perform an exorcism, but they refused to do so and the church suggested that she should devote herself to a more religious life.

Anneliese's ailments continued to get worse, she began self mutilation, would bite family members, ate flies, coal and spiders and even bit the head off of a dead bird. She had also began to rip her clothes off, would bark like a dog for days at a time and would urinate in the floor and lick it up.

She'd began sleeping on a stone floor at her parents house to pay penance, atoning for the sins of others had been a part of Anneliese's life for years. She'd also began destroying any religious symbols, rosaries, crucifixes and paintings of Jesus.

After five years into her horrible ordeal, her parents started seeing numerous priests and requesting an exorcism and met only with suggestions that treatment and medication be continued.

The church has certain requirements that have to be met before approving of an exorcism, including supernatural powers, speaking in other languages and an adverse reaction to any religious objects.

After finally declaring Anneliese demon possessed in September of 1975, Josef Stangl, the Bishop ordered an exorcism be preformed and Pastor Ernst Alt and Father Arnold Renz were given the assignment.

Several demons were said to have taken possession of Anneliese's body, among them were Hitler, Cain, Nero, Judas, Legion, Belial and Lucifer. The exorcisms began in September and continued through the end of June in 1976.

For ten months the rites were performed once or twice weekly and sometimes continued for four hours at a time. In many of these sessions, Anneliese would have strong attacks and have to be held or chained down. During the rites Annaliese would speak with a demonic voice in several different languages, including some that have died out years ago.

Anneliese's health began to deteriorate, during the ten months the rites were being performed she'd refused to eat, saying the demons wouldn't let her. She'd also ruptured both her knee caps from performing approximately 600 genuflections - the process of dropping to your knees repeatedly.

During this time she'd gave a written letter to the priest, stating that she no longer wanted to continue with the exorcisms. She told of the Virgin Mary coming to her and offering her two choices - to have immediate freedom from the demons or to let the possession continue for a while longer to reveal the danger and power of demons to the whole world and save souls.

She was also told that before her death she would be free of the demons and would die in grace. Anneliese decided to remain possessed and stopped the exorcisms. She also predicted the time of her own death.

At midnight on July 1, 1976, the exact day she'd predicted, Anneliese went to sleep, finally at peace and never woke up. She'd came down with pneumonia, was running a fever, in the last ten months of her life the fasting had taken it's toll.
Anneliese Michel the real Emily Rose

The autopsy report confirmed that she died of malnutrition and dehydration. A beautiful young woman, that had became almost unrecognizable weighing at just 68 pounds! None of the tests performed during the autopsy, including a microscopic study of the brain, resulted in any reasons for the cause of the seizures.

An investigation concluded that Anneliese had literally starved to death and that if she'd been force fed she would still be alive. Both her parents, the pastor and the priest were all charged with negligent homicide and the trial started in March of 1978.

Despite the introduction of several sessions recorded on tape, all four were found guilty. The sentences of six months probation, were more than expected by the people, but more than the prosecution had asked for. The prosecution wanted to impose fines on the priests and although, he wanted the parents to be found guilty he didn't want to impose any punishments on them!

Right before the trials began, Anneliese's parents had asked that her body be exhumed. A Carmelite nun had sent them a message of a vision she'd had, in which she said that the body had not deteriorated and would provide proof that it was a supernatural case.
Anneliese Michel the real Emily Rose

With the excuse that they'd had to hurrily bury their daughter in a cheap coffin and wanted to transfer the body to a nicer one, they were granted permission to exhume Anneliese. Although, the parents nor the priests were allowed to view the body and no pictures have been released to the public. It was said that the body had decayed just like any other body.

On February 25, 1978, the body was exhumed and transferred to a new coffin made of oak and lined with tin. Buried only 100 feet from the house she grew up in, Anneliese's grave is often visited.

The case became the the last time the Catholic Church officially recognized demonic possession and granted an exorcism. In her last words to the priests, Anneliese warned them to "Beg for absolution".

And, a dying child's last words to her mother was...."Mother, I'm afraid"

A very simple sighting

By: Tudor King
Location: Walsall (West Midlands)

This story might not seem all that exciting, I think you had to be there! But it is true. Having lost my father when I was very young, and then my mother only a few years later, I seemed to spend most of my youth with an unhealthy need to know, believe, see and prove there was life after death. I spent many nights of my youth in dark and spooky places, derelict houses, cemeteries, monastery ruins etc, sometimes on my own, I really wanted to see a 'ghost' As I grew older I grew out of this dark obsession, but never lost the belief and interest of the supernatural. It was only last year, sometime during summer that I lay in the bath, I had, had a busy day at work but a relaxing evening, I had been living alone for eight years and for those who have experience of life on your own, daily routine goes out the window, so at two thirty in the morning I climbed out of an hour long relaxing bath after reading my favourite music mag 'Q'. I did not drink anything but coffee that evening and only smoked normal ciggies. I dried myself down wrapped the towel around my waist and walked to the bathroom door, switched off the lights opened the bathroom door and stepped toward the hallway, the whole house was in darkness as I had already turned off all the lights. From my left a dark figure approx 5’10 walked directly in front of me, no more than two feet away at the closest point, I could easily have reached out and touched the shadow, I froze for a moment but followed it’s gliding motion has it moved to my right. No sounds, no features just a black shadow in the dark, the whole sighting lasted maybe 10 seconds, I did not feel any change in temperature although I felt a strange chill? The hairs on the back of my neck stood out. After a couple of seconds as the shadow seemed to disappear into the wall I moved towards the kitchen, about four feet from the bathroom, I stood in the hallway still staring at the wall I felt compelled to speak, “hello I did see you” I spoke out loud towards the area that the shadow had disappeared into, I really don’t know why I spoke it just seemed the right thing to do at that time. I switched on the kitchen light put on the kettle and got on with things as normal. The experience did not effect me long term, I was never afraid of the dark and this didn’t change anything. In four years living in that property it was the only strange occurrence I witnessed and to be quite honest it gave me a thrill. What did I see? Was it a trick of the light? (Walking from bright light into darkness) For those of you who have similar experience I would love to know if you felt the same emotions, i.e. scared but not for ones safety, the weird chill, the thrill and did you speak to it?

The farmhouse experience

The farmhouse experience
By Kelli
There are many things that I have experienced over the years that I can not explain, but one thing that stands out for me is the first time I was touched by something. Let me fill you in on what led up to this occurance: My parents had recently purchased on old stone farmhouse built in 1906 (I believe) and the they had done some research into the history of the home. For example, the house was built by a young man who lived there a few years before dying. His body is buried in the family plot 1/4 mile up the road from this property in a small cemetery.

An elderly lady named Bertha purchased the home after that and lived there for many years. We know that she had also built and lived in (at one point) the 2 houses on either side of the original home. One day while my parents were outside, a car pulled in with two gentlemen. They got out and approached my folks. They told them that their Aunt had lived there many years ago and were curious to look around. As they were talking, my Dad asked if they would like to come in for a cool drink. When they did, one gentleman looked shocked to see that my Mother had decorated the kitchen in cat decor. He stammered a moment and said, "My Aunt LOVED cats...wow...she left this house to them when she had too many to care for." Why my Mom picked cats as her theme for the kitchen, I don't know. Mom asked this gentleman about his Aunt and he explained that she never married or had children and went on to describe her when asked what she was like. He said that she was a short, petite woman who always wore dresses and her gray hair pulled back in a bun.

My parents had a family get together at this home and a few of us had opted to stay the night. This home has a bedroom on the main floor and 4 more upstairs. Now, I should tell you here that there are 2 bedrooms upstairs that I have NEVER felt comfortable in and will NOT sleep in. One of the front bedrooms and one diagonally across from it. This bedroom has the doorway to the walk up attic. I opted to sleep in my nephew's bedroom with twin beds. As I got into bed and laid down, I kept feeling something touch my face all night long. I kept thinking it to be a hair or a bug so I just kept brushing it away. A few months later, I had the opportunity to see a psychic. Now, I'm the type of person who feels you have to PROVE it to me so I kept the conversation to basically "yes" and "no" answers and tried not to give out too much info. I presented her with a photo of the outside of the front of the home and said, "This is a home my parents recently purchased, what can you tell me about it?" (I already knew of the original builder and of Bertha.) She said to me, "There is the presence of 2 spirits in this home....one is a younger male. He is somewhat of a prankster." The second is an older female, a small, petite woman. She wears her hair pulled up in a bun. She is more of a caregiver...watchful." "You will feel this; when she is around..." and she proceeded to lightly stroke her cheek with her thumb. I immediately got the chills and goosebumps because I realized THAT was exactly what I had experienced that night! She touched me.

My 6 year old nephew was staying the night there with "Grandma and Papa" and was playing with a Mr. Potatohead toy on the living room floor. "Grandma" told him to pick up and put away as they were leaving to go to out for dinner. He did and had put everything back in the box under the TV cabinet. When they returned, all of the pieces were strewn about the floor. They just shook their heads as they had no explanation for this. As I mentioned, my Mom has cats as her kitchen decor and she has one that is "motion activated." It is a furry cat in a basket that when you "pet" it, it will meow and purr. At different times, this cat has started purring for no reason as if someone were stroking it. No one has been in the kitchen near it when it happened. My Mom heard it and said, "Bertha must be petting the kitty...."

On 2 other occasions, we have had Halloween parties on this property (there is a huge pole barn.) Again, we had overnight guests. One gentleman had spent the night in the room with the attic door. When I awoke, I noticed he was not in the room. I went downstairs and saw him outside. He came in and told me that he had spent the rest of the night in his truck. When I asked why, he said that he couldn't take it anymore, he had to get outside. When I asked him what he was talking about, he said that all night he had the feeling that something was pinning him down in the bed. It was holding him by the shoulders and he couldn't get up. He wouldn't say anymore.

Was it the "prankster" playing a joke? I don't know. I don't think anything in the home is evil or malevolent, just curious maybe, but I still don't feel comfortable in either of those two bedrooms.