Your True Ghost Stories
I have a story to tell!
One weekend not so long ago, my mother was at a Naturopathic clinic and
was attending an Energy Healing course or something of that nature.
Anyway, this woman my mother never met before in her life came up to her
and asked,"Has someone very close to you die recently?"
My mother
answered yes, her very good doctor friend died about three years before
of cancer. The strange woman then asked if lights had been going out or
flickering, and my mother replied yes. The woman then told her that it
was her friend's spirit trying to tell her something.
My mother came home and told us about this lady, and my father was
skeptical. He didn't believe it, he figured that she (the woman) was
playing a joke. Well, one of our hall lights went out and my dad
replaced it with a new lightbulb. He flipped the switch and the light
promptly burned out. It hasn't worked since.
Then a couple of nights ago, my reading lamp started to flicker. I knew
the spirit's name, so I told him to stop, I needed to read.
The light
grew brighter and stayed that way until I turned it off. Later that same
night, I woke up with a very warm fuzzy sensation in my right upper arm.
My reading lamp was on, and pulsating from dim to unbelievably bright. I
told the spirit I needed to sleep, and the sensation stopped and the
light returned to normal.
The whole time my dog acted scared to death,
and when I turned the light off she came up to me and put her head on my
arm as if she was protecting me.
Contact me at: tixechic@hotmail.com
To whom it may concern.
Hello, my name is Adam Hilliard and I believe that my house is haunted.
I had recently looked upon your website that pertains to hauntings and
poltergeists'. I thought maybe you might be able to help me.
Since I've only finished 3 years of college, I must say that I've more
or less resorted to being a manager at a local theater. Because I don't
make a whole lot of money, I am in no position to pack up and leave.
I'd have no financial stability if I were to leave. That is why I am
still here, and I would also like to know why I am being tormented like
this, when I honestly don't believe I've done anything to provoke it.
What could I have done that was so wrong that someone would treat me
like this?
It all started when I was moving in. This 34 year old, two story house is wonderful. With a big enough yard for my dogs and it looks fabulous in Christmas tree lights. Everyone I knew had told me to take advantage of such a steal because it was such a nice place, and so reasonable of cost. Well I decided to go ahead and buy the home that no one has lived in for quite some time.
The first time I was there, I didn't have a bad feeling, or any chills, or any kind of premonition. I just really liked this place, and envisioned all the possibilities that it held.
The first few days of moving in were like any typical fiasco. The moving company was late, and lazy. One of the mornings they were late, I had been carrying some heavy boxes of personal things upstairs to the master bedroom. On my second or third trip, I noticed my sneakers squeaking on the hard wood stairs. I then came to notice a trail of wet footprints leading up the stairs directly into the master bedroom. I wondered who they could have belonged to and assumed that the workers had finally arrived. But why hadn't I seen them when I was outside grabbing a box from my car, and how could they have gotten past me? I went upstairs to find all of my clothes scattered about the room. I was angry, and madly searched the house for the culprit. I had not brought my dogs to the house yet, and I was alone. Later I asked the moving men if they knew anything about it, and of course they didn't help.
Another episode that took place was when I had brought my dogs to the house for the very first time. They were hesitant to walk through the door, and I just couldn't understand why. Not to sound boastful, but these dogs are tough, and don't scare easily, but for some reason, they wouldn't budge. It was a few minutes of trying to coax them into the house, because I had plenty of work to do, when I heard a loud, horrible scream, that of a woman. I ran inside, thinking that it might had been Julie, my girlfriend, but no one was in the house.
After a few weeks of settling in, things were going well, and I was happy in my new home. My dogs had grown comfortable and enjoyed the big back yard. Maybe even too comfortable, or so I thought. Upon moving in, I noticed that things were being chewed up, like a pair of shoes and furniture. Julie and I would wake up to a mess on a daily basis. Every day I would spank the dogs, even kicked them a few times. I truly love my dogs, and I don't mean to hurt them, but I lost my temper and they pushed it one too many times, so I thought. After taking a good hard look at everything that was destroyed, I noticed that these things were never chewed on. They were ripped apart, they weren't being chewed up by dogs, but something else was ruining everything we owned. I tried to lock the dogs in the other room before going to bed, but I would wake up and they would be let out of the room and there would still be chewed up soda cans or shoes on the floor. How was this happening? I knew they couldn't possibly be doing this, they knew better, and these things were chewed on, they were torn apart by something very strong. The dogs soon learned to get by.
Julie was not partial to the place. She often commented on how musty and depressing the place felt to her. And now is when the smell started occurring. After coming home from work one evening, I walked in the house to find Julie throwing up in the bathroom. It was no wonder, the whole house smelled like faeces. It was so strong, it made me want to gag too. She said that she had looked all over for whatever was the cause of this smell and there wasn't even anything in the toilets.
Unable to control my rage, I gave the dogs a good beating and looked unsuccessfully around the house to find where they did their business. But I found nothing. This went on for quite a while and still does to this day. Air fresheners and baking soda can't even help it. The smell comes and goes.
Every so often, there's a pounding noise throughout the house. At first I thought it might be a neighbor, but the houses are spaced far enough apart that it wouldn't have been so loud. Julie and I looked everywhere, but never found a cause.
Another strange occurance is the lamp in our front living room. I come downstairs to find it turned on, when I specifically remember turning it off. I've even unplugged it and will wake up the next morning to find it plugged in and turned on. At first I thought it was Julie playing jokes on me, but she swore that she had nothing to do with it.
Next came the nightmares. One night as we were sleeping, Julie woke me up screaming and crying. She was still asleep, and I had to wake her up. She was horrified, as I'm sure anyone is after waking from a nightmare. But she refused to talk about it, initially.
Night after night she had the same dream, but would be too afraid to talk about it, until finally she confided in me that they were dreams where she was being crucified, or she was tied to a table in some bizarre ritualistic ceremonies. She could never go into detail because she claimed that it would drive her insane. She said she could best describe them as "fever dreams", or the kind of nightmares you have when you have a high temperature.
Even I can account for this, no matter how horrible they are, you can't remember them, or perhaps your mind won't let you remember them because it will drive you mad. Needless to say, I never had any nightmares, but she was definitely disturbed by them.
Another thing that struck me as odd was the behavior of my dogs. It took some time for them to adjust to living in the house, but they still acted strangely. My dog's are house broken and I can proudly admit that they never had an accident in my apartment before this.
One afternoon, I had let Karly and Falcor in from outside and them seemed extrememly anxious to get inside. I didn't think anything of it until they both started jumping at the sliding glass door, barking ferociously at what seemed to be nothing. I'd like to say that my dogs were fierce and didn't bark at just nothing, but this time they were.
It was then that Karly, the larger of the two backed away from the door and ran over to the middle of the room where she proceeded to pee all over the floor, the look of horror on her face as she did so.
Immediately after that she ran away, upstairs into the bathroom and jumped in the tub hiding. I thought that maybe she would be hiding from me because she was afraid I would beat her for peeing on the floor--especially since I had just let her in, but it wasn't quite like that.
I ran upstairs with Falcor right behind me where I ran in the bathroom to see Karly shivering in the tub. Then she jumped out and ran to me, clinging to me as if she were trying to get inside of me to protect her. This seemed very strange because she was not worried about her punishment at all. She was scared out of her mind.
Some nights, I wake up to Karly and Falcor growling and barking at something. They sleep with me in my bed now, and still wake me up every once in a while. There is obviously something that they are afraid of.
After a few months, Julie and I decided that we should do some renovating to the house. We had planned on painting the front hall and the living room and buying some new furniture for the bedroom. The way our bedroom was designed, the new furniture would not have fit if we hadn't done some rearranging.
We moved a new queen sized bed with matching dresser and shelves in. The new set was moved in and we had left for the rest of the day to go out. When we got back home, we were shocked to find our room the way it was before, but only with our new furniture, and the room did seem more crowded. Freaked out, we moved everything back to the way we wanted it and hoped that nothing else would happen.
We were wrong. When we began painting the downstairs, that was when the real problems started. First, it was a missing paint brush, or maybe it was the broken window, or we would be fighting (we fought often), and we wouldn't get anything done.
It took us approximately a week to even get started. We were still wary to the danger of something else happening so we were cautious about using a ladder. I was watching Julie climb up the ladder when Karly came bolting in the room and startled both of us. Julie had fallen off the ladder which had collapsed on the floor, next to Julie who had hurt her hip.
Blaming the dog, I might have gave it an unecessary beating, but when later looking at the hinges of the ladder, they were perfectly folded. An accident would leave them slightly undone, and I even tested this theory myself. Someone or something had to have done this.
This was the last straw for Julie and she has since moved out, leaving me and my dogs alone with this thing.
Another incident with painting involves the basement. Whoever lived here before me must have been an artist because there are a pair of very beautiful, very green eyes painted on north wall of the basement. I painted over the eyes and hoped to turn the entire basement into a recreational room where I could relax.
The eyes seem to show right through the paint, no matter how many coats I apply. They show up just as bright and clear as ever each time I painted. Eventually, I hung a large painting in front of it, which from time to time falls down.
Another fallacy in my basement is the floors. There are two separate rooms down there where the well and laundry room are located. But the other room was a mess to clean up when moving in. There was a layer of hardened wax on the floor, laid like concrete. This didn't cover the entire floor, just a small portion of it.
Cleaning it up has been a challenge. After chipping it off, each time I swept it, there was still some pieces or chunks that I missed. I've even vacuumed it and I still manage to fail to get all of it. In fact, each time I go down there, there is always some more chips of wax to be swept up.
I've since contacted a medium to analyze what is going on here at my house. The only help she could provide for me was hardly an explanation. It had something to do with drugs back in the early 80's. I've never gone to the police though. That's the last thing I want.
I don't feel as though I'm in any real danger here in this house, but I would appreciate any help that someone could give me on restoring my life. I don't care about the pounding, or the screaming. I want my dogs to be normal again. I want Julie back. We still see each other, but she refuses to ever come here again. I don't have much money to find a new place to live, and I'm not going down without a fight. I've grown angry with whatever this thing is in my house.
I'm tired of feeling like I'm being watched and controlled and maybe even laughed at by some unseen force. I am sitting here in my house right now, enduring the horrible smells that no time will ever allow me to get used to. I'm asking someone to help me. I feel as though this is beginning to affect my life outside of this house too. I don't sleep much anymore, and I'm falling behind at work.
If anyone has any idea of what I should do, please contact me. This is my house and I'm not going to give it up because of some lame "ghost".
Sincerely, Adam Hilliard
My aunt had three kids and one day she had to hire a babysitter. It was
about 8:00 at night and the kids were in the living room watching TV and
the babysitter was in the kitchen.
Sean the oldest one went to the steps
to get something and he called the other kids over to look at
something. They got scared and called the babysitter in. She went in and
saw a shadow of a person standing on the top step.
They all heard a voice
say "get out of the house". She had a instinct to listen to the shadow
and got the kids out of the house.
The next day the whole family was in
their car and they heard on the radio that a house burnt down on their
street. They went back and found out that it was their house that had
burnt down to the ground.
My aunt thinks that the shadow was a ghost
that had warned them because it knew the house was going to burn down.
My long dead mother attacked me. On Feb.12 1890 the tenth anniversary of her death.
Do you mean 1980, 1990? Maybe your message is about an incident which took place over 100 years ago.Please let me know.
Hi there,
I recently took part in one of your ghost walks and must say found it
very interesting and entertaining - thanks.
On Victoria Street just behind the new post office and the Pig and
Truffle pub there is a car park for Gadsby and Harpur staff and some
other companies staff. You drive to this car park down a cobbled alley
way roughly opposite Evans cloths shop. Know where I mean?
Well, I know it's a bit cheeky of me but I park there most of the time
when I'm in town and I always get an "eerie" feeling when I'm there. I
do have an interest in the paranormal and I have quite an active
imagination so I always put these feelings to the back of my mind
although I've experience them a few times in different place (another
story). Also, the walls of this car park have what look like remains of
old fire places and you can see where adjoining walls have been knocked
down. I deduced from this that the car park was actually a building of
some sort at some time.
A coulple of weeks ago on Friday night my
boyfriend and I went for pizza in town and parked in this car park.
Ours was the only car there. When returning to the car we walked down
the cobbled alley way and I had the feeling that somebody was behind us.
I looked as we turned the corner into the car park but didn't see
anybody. I had the usual eerie feeling and mentioned this to my
boyfriend. When we got into the car my boyfriend looked behind us and
then said "Was somebody following us?" He said he'd looked round when
we were walking up the alley way and saw a large black shadow. He only
glanced so didn't get a very good look but said he had the same feeling
of dread that I always experience. Like maybe somebody were about to
mug us or something.
Anyway, we left and went home feeling quite shook
up by the experience. Maybe somebody was actually behind us (it was
Friday night after all). But why would they be up there as there we no
other cars parked there? Maybe some chap nipped up there to relieve
himself or something but we never actually heard footsteps or anything
it was more a feeling of being followed.
Anyway, I was wondering if you know of this place and of any history
behind it?
Regards
Linzi Stean
My story isn't very interesting, but sometimes at night, our alarm goes
off for no reason what so ever while we are sleeping. It's so wierd
because our faamily goes to bed quiet early and in the middle of the
night, the alarm goes of and practically scares us out of our pajjam
pants.
Also, since a few days ago, our cordless phone has been making
its paging sound. My mother and I were watching a movie in the afternoon
and I was holding the phone in my hand while she was sitting at the
dining table reading the paper and the phone all of a sudden started
beeping. No it wasn't becasue we hadn't charged the phone, when it
isn't charged, the phone turns on, blinks and turns off. The wierd
thing was that no one was even by the page button.
I took the phone and
put it back into its craddle and it stopped, but it was one of the
wierdest experiences of my life.
My name is Ken and, I'm married with a 2 year old boy.
Long before I met my wife and had my son, I used to work with a private
security comp.,
here in Reno, Nevada.
I was born here and lived here for most of my life.
The place I am telling you about is known for entertainment history,and
haunting rumors.
My story takes place on this one evening that started to be just an
ordinary night.
I was watching a car lot when my patroll seargent drove to my location.
He asked me if i would go with him to check out the old closed down
casino.
This was for to check out the place, the transits (bumbs) were camping out
there.
The name of the place is the Mapes Hotel.
Many famous people have stayed there.
That night we proceeded to go there. After our arrival we started to go
in through the back door.
Once inside it was very dark and cold, my searg orderd me to go and stay
one flight up from him, and I did.
We stayed in radio contact at 3 min intervalls.
About 15 min later I was now on the 4th floor taking the stairs toward
the fifth. I suddenly caught sight of a figure of a person running from one room
to the next room across the hall. This got to me pretty good.
I grabbed my radio to call for asstnce. and a moment later my searg came
running up to where I was.
The doors of the hotel rooms were closed, some were
locked, and some had no doors at all.
Me and my searg pulled out our guns and started to check out the room.
We found one room where the figure ran out of to be secure, but when we
got to the other room, we found a light on under the bathroom door.
I got scared and couldn't figure out what to do, so my searg said
"whoever you are you are come out and leave the building with us!"
After we identified ourselves.
We didn't know what to expect so we dropped back towards the door and
waited.
As a few more minutes went by I suggested we leave. He said
okay, as we walked to the end of the hall, this cold feeling came over
us, just when we got to the stairs we turned and saw a male figure
standing by that room.
We didn't say anything. This figure started to move towards us and it got
faster as it got closer. All we could do was run.
Finally we got back outside, split up and met up later in a restaurant
near by. As we were talking about it a waitress told us it was haunted.
We never took a call for that place again.
Thank you;
Kenneth White
HI my name is Christina and sometimes i go in the basement to look
around and sometimes i go down there to see what i look like in outfits
i put on for the next day and when i turn out the lights i start going
up stairs back to my room and a couple times i feel something behind me
and i look and nobody is there.
Sometimes i say have you ever had the
feeling you were being watched.Just to see what answers.I ran for my
life one time i almost fell.Am i just holusinating or what.Please
response very soon.
Oh yeah forgot to tell you that one night i just
could not get to sleep because i thought someone was going to break in
so i stayed awake almost all night.I just kept thinking that someone was
going to kill me or my mom so i locked all the doors and windows and
just looked out the window.I was so scared i almost cried.
i look
forward to your response as soon as possible.
From: tweetylover@webtv.net (Christina Moritz)
If anyone is interested in experiencing a haunting in Texas, the Hill Country southwest of Austin is full of them. I had one myself while staying at an ex-boyfriend's house outside of San Marcos. His family rented an old farmhouse on a small plot of land, off of a winding ranchroad known locally as El Diablo Espinado, i,e, the Devil's Backbone (auspicious name, eh?)
I hadn't been told of the ghost before my own experience. I had often noticed that, while sitting upstairs watching TV, the two dogs would turn sharply to stare at an empty spot in the room and would start barking. I didn't think much of it at the time. Things would dissapear at the time that you would go looking for them as well.
One day I was very late for class and I was looking all over the bathroom for my deodorant. I tore the house apart -- it was early fall, still jungle-hot outside, so I wasn't about to skip it for an entire day -- and finally went back to the bathroom for a final look. There it was, sitting on the counter in a very obvious place. I hadn't had my coffee yet that morning, but I wasn't THAT out of it. These things continued for a few more weeks.
One day I was alone in the house, watching the upstairs TV, and for some reason I thought to myself "I need to get up and go downstairs." I remember at the time thinking that this was unreasonable -- I was watching Star Trek: Next Generation, which I never missed, and it was a good episode. I felt so strange, trance-like. I got off the futon and began to walk around it, and felt someone watching me off to my side.
I kept walking, feeling someone staring at the back of my head -- very cold, icy feeling, someone much taller than me -- and then I felt a push. I can't describe it in any other words, just a cold fog pushing through me, and I continued on to the stairs. There was a feel of static, and my hair stood on end. As I turned to go down, I could sense someone watching me from the hallway. I knew exactly what it was at the time, and if anyone else has experienced this they will probably agree that you don't panic. You accept it when it happens. In my right mind I would have probably have loaded my pants at the very least!
Later that day I found out that there was indeed something in the house. A man had rented the house about ten years previously. He had always insisted on paying his rent in bundles of cash. The landlords, for some reason that I have forgotten, asked him to open an account and pay them by check. The man was supposed later to have been involved in some shady business, and he was trying to avoid leaving any sort of paper trail. It turned out that the man reluctantly opened an account, paid a couple months rent by check, and then wasn't heard from at the next payment time.
After a few days of calling and getting no answer, the landlords came out to see if he had skipped out on his lease, only to find his car with several bullet holes in it, and no tennant. My ex-boyfriend had mainly been bothered by things going missing and then reappearing, as I had, while his younger brother was usually bothered at night by more violent things, such as books, etc. being thrown at him and terrible nightmares. Their father had seen a man out by the well one afternoon and promptly ordered him off the property, to which the man responded calmly, "This is MY property" and then vanished.
From that day
onward I only bathed in the downstairs bathroom, and moved my bed to the
downstairs sofa, two steps away from a light switch and the front door in
case I wanted to make a run for it. I moved out of there as soon as I could.
I have not spoken to this ex for four years but they are still in the same
house on the Devil's Backbone, no doubt with many new stories to tell about
their strange houseguest.
My mother-on-law and myself visited Hardwick Hall, after we had finished the tour, Francis (my mother-in-law) mentioned about the authentic costumes the female had worn in the main hall. I said I had not noticed anyone there. We went to ask the tour guide who she was and he mentioned "the lady only shows when there is a disaster". On the way home we got a flat tyre in the pouring rain. Perhaps she was telling us something.
I have read varoius small clippings and also heard about the hauntings
of the Derby Eagle Centre. I used to work as an electrician at
Derby Playhouse (located in the centre).
I have only had two "strange experiences" within my 4 years at the
theatre.
It is beleived that a ghost of a women is said to manifest the front
of house toilets. I remember in early 1992, I was repairing a hand
dryer in downstairs ladies toilets, and I felt a very cold blast of air,
I also had this feeling that someone was watching me. I was the only
one in the toilets at the time. At the time, I was sceptical about
ghosts, and thought nothing of it.
The second experience took place later the same year, summer 1992,
The theatre was closed for maintenance, and I was installing along with
another electrician new fire-alarm beacons in the restaurant.
It was about 19.00, and still light, the only persons present in the
building was myself, the other electrician and the stage door man.
I remember looking out into the bar, and seeing a man dressed in a black
suit walk past the windows and towards the auditorium.
We both went to investigate, the man had vanished, the theatre was locked.
I believe people have seen this man in various shops in the centre.
Is there anyone whom has infomation concerning the Eagle Centre hauntings?
R.Buxton June 1997
I LIVE IN HOUSTON TEXAS AND MY HUSBAND AND I MOVED IN THIS HOUSE WHICH IS ABOUT 25 YRS. OLD . WE HAVE HEARD FOOTSTEPS IN OUR HALL WAY AND RECENTLY HEARD A DOOR KNOB TURN AND THE DOOR OPEN, BUT WHEN I WENT TO CHECK THERE WAS NOBODY THERE.
My friends, Chris and Lesley Smith have more than one ghost in their home, Somersal Herbert Hall. An article about them appeared in the Uttoxeter Advertiser 8/96. I met them (the Smiths, that is) through my friends Mr & Mrs Charles Stanton from Snelston.
I was eager to see the Hall and one fine summer day in 1995, Linda Jane Stanton and I drove over for tea with the Smiths. We took a tour of the house and I took several photos. As Lesley invited me into their panelled bedroom, I noticed that Linda Jane stayed in the hallway.
Suddenly a strange feeling overcame me and I started weeping loudly but at the same time I felt strangely detached. Lesley had a little smile on her face and said, "Yes, we've seen this before." Poor Linda Jane was calling out to me in a trembling voice, "Are you all right?" I recovered enough to say, "I know this sounds strange, but it wasn't me who was crying."
It seems that, unbeknownst to me, several hundred years previously, a young woman had been disemboweled in that very room! And that wasn't the only strange thing.
When I returned to Los Angeles, I had my film developed and at the top of the staircase in one picture was an odd wavy, misty kind of marking. I took the film elsewhere and had them develop it again, but it was still in the picture. I know that a ghost has been photographed before in that same location.
I recently learned that the Smiths are selling their house, so if anyone is interested in acquiring a few ghosts, perhaps you should give them a call! (PS: I'm "borrowing" someone else's E-mail, so please do not contact me at this site).
Hi THRNoela - please send the picture so we can include it with your message.
I am an employee at the
Wardwick Tavern and although I have not
witnessed or felt anything usnusual myself, I have been told about
some strange goings on by a couple of my colleagues.
Mark, the
Manager, believes there is a ghost in the pub, which he has nicknamed
Percy, who seems to play practical jokes on the staff. Percy has been
blamed for many things including locking an employee in the pub and
turning the draught lemonade cloudy.
The best was an unexplained stlg100
overring on the food till which the staff are 100% sure they didn't
do. I will let you know if I experience anything paranormal for
myself, but personally I think I just happen to be working with a load
of nutters!
Laura Burns C/o Alison Longbottom.
Whilst not witnessing any actual ghostly apparitions myself, I've heard
many a tale from people who used to live in nearby Thulston and a friend
who was walking their dog late one evening around the grounds of
Elvaston Castle. Both accounts tell of a lady in grey seen around the
gardens and the horses stables (unfortunately this is all I can
remember). Both sets of people didn't know each other so their couldn't
be any fabrication, and I remember at the time that both people seemed
to describe the sighting with unnerving accuracy.
Also I remember a report in the Derby Evening Telegraph a few years ago
about some builders who were working beneath the Howard Hotel in
Friargate, witnessing several ghostly sightings. It had something to do
with an old gaol being nearby, I think.
My friend Rachele had a aunt named Kim. Kim's house was haunted, any way one day Kim went to put her baby in her crib. But when Kim walked away from the crib, she turned around and saw a ghost holding her baby. So she got so scared and worried that she had to move.
Then another time I was sitting in my room when I thought I heard a voice that was calling my name. So I ran downstairs and went outside because I was so scared.
I am In America,First Story I was in my cousins graduation party..She was Graduating high school..We were all taking pictures the only picture I was in there was this figure with horns and sharpe teeth looking as if it was going to byte me..Smoke figure of a body from hips down .....this scared the hell out of me...
There was another Incident where I was driving down the Express way,I had a Camaro it was bright red lights in the car was red and the license on the car said fdf-666.Well I should of taken the 666 and said noway..But anyway I was driving and felt the back of the seat pushing forward,This happend a few times So looked in the back seat and there was an Imprint of someone sitting there..Not good.. So I changed the Plate Numbers..Painted the car then sold it..
I am going to be moving to England Within A year from now.. So I very interested in some history of England..Your page is Awsome My wife is from England so That is the reason for moving there but keep up the cool page
Aaron unix@goodnet.com
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