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.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
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.
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