Haunted Cubao Apartment

Location:Philippines

After the birth of our daughter in 2006 my wife and I moved in to a unit in newly-built apartment in Cubao near the busy EDSA highway. We had just left a smaller studio unit because we wanted more room for the baby and some sunlight that a second-floor space could provide. Being located in a very busy part of the city where the rumble of provincial buses coming off the nearby terminals almost 24/7, I wouldn't have given any thought of anything paranormal could happen in that locale, much less in a new building like ours. Of course that was an assumption that I would be proven wrong.
One night my wife told me that she thought she saw a woman going in the bathroom. I told her I sometimes get a glimpse of someone going there too but I have always assumed it was her. Weeks later I was alarmed to see a man standing on our balcony, his upper body hidden by by the dark night. Aware of some thieves operating in the area, I took a cleaver from the kitchen to arm myself for a confrontation. When I rushed out to confront the stranger I noticed that his upper body, particularly his head was invisible, and not simply obscured by the dark. Nevertheless I found myself demanding to tell me who he is and to my surprise the man hopped on the balustrade and jumped off. When I rushed forward I glimpsed the smiling face of a Chinese-looking man disappear into the darkness. When I told this to my wife she began worry about our baby. Suppose these spirits were attracted to her? I consulted a friend psychic and he told me to hang red things above the crib to ward off these potential harmful beings. We also had the unit blessed by a Catholic priest.
What drove us to a tipping point occurred around August of 06. My wife, coming out of the bath noticed something black hovering over our daughter's crib and when she drew closer saw a man in dark shadow form of a man bent over. The shadow man disappeared when she ran to the crib and later that night she told me we had to cancel our lease right away, no matter what our landlord would say. (He denies knowing anything paranormal being reported in his apartment for the years he has been operating it.)
So in preparing to move out I had our laundry done at a nearby laundry shop. When the shop owner was writing my receipt, she drew back and asked if my address was correct. When I asked why she looked afraid (her eyes were wide) she refused to answer and just shook her head. This prompted me and my wife to ask our neighbors and we discovered that our landlord has rebuilt the apartment because a gruesome murder had taken place in the previous building that stood in the same lot. In the next three days we found another apartment in Marikina and needless to say moved out with unforeseen haste and I left a note to the landlord that his unit in noisy Cubao, in no small matter, was haunted.
Source:yourghoststories

Haunted Shopping Centre

Location:Australia

My name is Pete. Two years ago I used to work at a shopping centre in the North Eastern suburbs of Adelaide. My job there was a maintenance officer. I've seen 3 apparitions there, 2 were full body and the other was a shadow ghost. I'm still not certain if this was my imagination or real.

I was standing in the workshop trying to locate a can of paint when out of the corner of my eye I saw a pair of black silhouette type legs walk towards me. When I looked up there was nobody there. This did make me feel uneasy as you get a lot of temperature fluctuations here and I quite often felt like I was being watched.

Another experience I was heading back to the centre management office. As I got to the door (which was a white wooden door with opaque glass in the top half) I notice an old lady waiting to be served by our receptionist. I remember seeing her blue rinse color hair and a pink cardigan or jumper through the glass. I remember thinking I'd better be careful when I go in as I don't want to hit her with the door. I eased the door open and looked in a bit to see if I would miss her but she wasn't there. I fully opened the door even looked behind it she had vanished. I said to the receptionist where did the lady in the pink top go? She said what lady. I told her what I'd seen and her response was shut up Pete your scaring me.

This next part happened at the same shopping centre but 2 years prior when I worked there as an air-conditioning service technician. I was checking the BMS for Aircond faults. The BMS is located in the operation manager's office which comes off of the reception area. There were three of us in the room, myself a security guard and maintenance officer. I got up to go into the reception area as my apprentice had come in.

As I walked over to sign him in I noticed a teenage boy standing there. I remember thinking he looked odd he wore a grey school shirt with the big tab collar and shoulder length hair like he was from the 70's. He stood there looking lost. I said hello he just nodded. I turned to see what my apprentice was doing. As I did this the security guard said where did that boy go? He couldn't have walked out the office as we were by the only exterior door which was shut; also my apprentice and the maintenance officer said what boy there was nobody there. Only security and I saw him and both agreed on his appearance.

I hope you enjoyed my experiences. I have lot's more but will leave these for another time.

Source:yourghoststories

Ghost In An Old Cinema

Location:United Kingdom

The location of this experience is the same as a previous one I posted called "An Edinburgh Pub Haunting" though not directly related as it occurred in a different part of the premises.
Bit of background first. The pub was opened in a building that used to be a snooker hall and before that a cinema. The owners of the pub own the whole building but only use the ground floor level as a bar, with the cellar in the basement. The upstairs is just used as a place to throw loads of old crap that there is nowhere else for, old signage, old unused furniture, Christmas decorations etc.
More importantly for this story is that upstairs the seats of the old cinema are still there in situ, just as they were when the cinema was operational.
Back in the days in Scotland when it used to be legal for the staff to stay back after closing time for a couple of drinks, we would occasionally go exploring upstairs to see what we could find and also to show new staff the place. I began to notice that there was always one seat folded down in the sitting position and was clean (everything up there was covered in dust). A different seat each time. Once I went to return it to its up position, and found it difficult to do because they had become stiff over time and difficult to move. I always just presumed that a different member of staff had done this, and I didn't take much notice.
As time went on I became manager of the bar and therefore a key holder. One time I discovered that I was the closing manager one night and was opening again the following morning. I saw my opportunity and before I left that night, I went upstairs and made sure that every single seat was in its up position before I locked the door to upstairs, set the alarm and locked the building for the night.
Next morning I was first in, so opened the building, unset the alarm and went straight upstairs to see. Had a look around and low and behold I noticed one seat in the sitting position and clean of dust. I put it back in its up position and again found it very difficult to move. It required a lot of force to move it up or down.
There are no windows in that part of the building (as it was a cinema) and there is no draft blowing through from anywhere. The air there is very still. There are no animals up there either apart from a few mice who I'd say would have a lot of trouble moving them seats. The only way in and out of upstairs is the way I came, so there couldn't have been squatters etc. There without setting off the alarm.
Thanks for reading
John
Source:yourghoststories

The Danger House

Location:Ohio United States

I was about five or six (maybe even younger) when this all happened to me and it was ten years ago. I'm just wandering if anyone knows what kind of ghost (or even demon) this thing was.
The story is kind of foggy to me. Because my mother has retold me all that happened (I have a horrible memory, and it doesn't help that I was young back then).
We lived in an older house. At least fifty years old. It started out with the usual haunting stuff, keys and mail moving around. My mother would set it on the coffee table in the living room and they would end up in the kitchen or bathroom for some reason. That was only for the first week or so that happened. When we were still getting the house ready for us to move into. Then all the really freaky stuff started happening with the biggest thing that they told me happened.
When we first started actually living in it my bed hadn't been set up yet so I was sleeping in the family room on the couch. My mother and stepfather heard me scream. I usually did it because of nerves and such (my mother being recently divorced and getting remarried only a few months later). They just looked up to see if I was okay. Seeing a figure next to me. They laid back down for a second then actually realized there was SOMETHING next to me. They raced up flew to grab me. When they seen me I was sleeping peacefully as if nothing happened. When they put me in bed with them and laid down again they both said the same thing "Did you see that?". According to my mother. It looked just like the creature that was in the Jeepers Creepers movies (keep in mind that this is a couple of years before it came out).
After that I can only remember a couple of main things that happened. My stepfather got punched in the nose (woke up with a broken nose and blood everywhere) my mother was asleep in my bed with me because I was having problems with staying in bed (there was a face in my second story room bedroom). My mother would get woken up about ten minutes before her alarm went off. Them saying her name "Becky get up!". And then one of my experiences. I woke up on the wall at the head of my bed. Literally on the wall. But as soon as I woke up and started moving I rushed to my mother and telling her. Something that happened to us a couple of times is that each one of us were pushed down the wraparound staircase that led to my room. Not slipping or anything. Very distinctively pushed.
Then when we finally got fed up with the happenings and we were moving out. We found an old furby in the attic that supposedly didn't work. Didn't have batteries in it either. And it said specifically "Ooooh. Ghosts, I'm scared".
And so. That is my story. I haven't had any encounters after that.
If anyone knows what it was. Please tell us. We're just curious over it.
Source:yourghoststories

Haunted Swing

Location:Colorado United States

This had happened to me back in the middle of the Summer, 2006 in my backyard. I had heard my dog barking in the middle of the afternoon and thought to myself, "What the hell could he be barking at?" It was weird and a bit alarming to me, seeing as my dog NEVER barked. So I had walked out on to my back deck and down the stairs to a patio we have and in the back corner of our backyard we have an old swing set.
I had peeked around the corner expecting to maybe see my dog barking at some stupid squirrel or maybe at another dog at the back fence. But what I saw made me start bawling. He was standing in front of this swing set while one single swing was swinging back and forth, back and forth as if someone were on it. Keep in mind it was the afternoon in the middle of summer with no wind. The swing showed no signs of slowing down at all. I had to run and get my mother and my little brother to make sure I wasn't going crazy. They both had witnessed the swing still not slowing down. I wish we could explain what really was going on. We had been having weird things happen since we moved into this house 14 years ago. Such as the lights flickering in our hallway, bumps in the night, things like that. But I have to say that seeing that swing freaks me out still to this day.
Source:yourghoststories

3 O'clock In The Morning

Location:Croatia

Lately things started happening to my sister. She's 2 years younger than me. Nothing happened to her while I was under attack almost a year ago. But that changed about 6 weeks ago.
She was sleeping and suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and realized she was paralyzed. Normally, she would be too scared and tried to fight it. After a while the paralysis ware off. She quickly turned on the light and looked at the time. It was 3 o'clock in the morning. This became a frequent thing. Having trouble sleeping and waking up for no reason between 3 and 4 a.m. Sometimes paralyzed.
One time she felt like something was trying to pull her soul out of her chest. Similar things happened to me before (I didn't mention it in my first story), but it didn't feel like it was trying to pull something out. I felt like it grabbed my heart and squeezed it really hard. Believe me, that didn't tickle. So it must've been painful for my sister as well.
There was this one time when she was asleep and woke up while someone was pulling her leg, this someone was pretty strong too. Few moments after she woke up it stopped. She thought it was me. But when she turned the light on she saw me lying in my bed, sleeping.
She was really scared 2 weeks ago. We went to bed quite late that night. Around 2:30 in the morning. I couldn't sleep. I had this gut feeling that there's something in the room, so I went to our living room which is right outside our door and watched TV. Less than 10 minutes after I turned on the TV I heard my sister turn on the lights (that's how close it is). I thought I woke her up because the TV was too loud, so I turned the volume down. When suddenly the door of our room opened and I saw my sisters scared face. She was even breathing heavily. This was serious. She's not the type to get scared easily (I'm the chicken). Of course I asked her what's wrong. She said it happened again, she could feel it grab her feet and the paralysis started to spread. When she finally shook it off and opened her eyes, she saw something on the wall that she's facing while sleeping."My God, it looked like a grey shadow with no eyes and an opened black mouth, I was so scared!"She then quickly turned on the lights and it was gone. Just when she felt relief, she noticed that I was gone. It scared the hell out of her because she thought she was in a nightmare from which you can't wake up.
Me and my sister had those quite often. You wake up in your sleep and everything looks so real you think you're awake but soon realize your not, and then usually something really bad happens... That kind of nightmare.
I don't have to say that she was more than glad to see me watching TV in the living room. I then went with her to our bedroom and we slept with a night light on. I didn't have an uneasy feeling that time, so we both fell asleep and nothing attacked us.
It's been a week and nothing happened. But I'm not sure that it's gone. Whatever it is. And I don't think it's the same thing that attacked me... Or could it be that it's back and mad for some reason?
I don't have a clue. But I'd like it to leave us alone for good.
Source:yourghoststories

Guardian or Tied Relations

Location:Minnesota United States

Hello, my name is Josh. One time, when I was seven years of age, I woke early in the morning from a deep sleep. I had layed in bed for about five minutes or so and had a feeling or thought of a presence appearing in my room. But then about a minute later, I had seen a figure form fade into my sight and all of a sudden I had froze in place.
As I stared at the man he appeared to be from the early days, while staring I could not move or think. The figure was really clear to see in my sight, it gave me an idea that it could be a guardian angel and I know that I was not dreaming. The figure did not move an inch from where it stood, until I forced myself to think and wished the man to go away. I had another thought about the ghost that it would fade away. The figure had just vanished with no intentions of anything, just to be seen.
I'm not sure if this kind of ghost is common to anyone but one friend of mine has had the same encounter with the unknown. It kind of makes me wonder if there is a sense of importance to my life.

The Little Girl

Location:Guam

When I was about nine years old, my mother told me a story of what she saw in the jungle. It was my cousin Alicia's 5th birthday party. My mom's car was blocking another person's car from getting out. So she went to move so that the other person could get out. She tried to start her car, but for some odd reason it would not start. She tried to jump start the car on her own because she was on a small slop. After trying a couple times she went to call one of her nephews to help her push the car.
When she returned to the car with her nephew, she told him to watch out for any kids behind the car before rolling it down. When she finally got the car to start, she looked in her rear view mirror to see if the coast was clear and there was a little girl standing behind the car. She then hit her brakes and honked her horn. Her nephew ran to her to see what she was honking about. She told him that there was a little girl behind the car. He looked around and saw no one. After letting the couple out, she parked in the same area. She got down out of the car and, in the jungle, shines a semi glossy light on the same little girl she saw behind her car. By the time she called my cousin to see what she saw, the girl was gone and out of sight. She went back to the house trying to find that little girl she saw. No one came close to matching the description. When I ask my mom about it she always says she was probably imaging it.
Source:yourghoststories

Unknown Girl

Location:Canada

My name is Krystal and the story I am about to tell you is authentic. Last summer I was lying down on my bed trying to sleep. In the past, I have had trouble sleeping and was moving around a lot. I share a room with my little sister and I sleep on the top bunk. While I was trying to sleep, I happened to turn and face the wall. It felt like someone was looking at me. I heard something at the foot of my bed so I looked over the edge, at the floor, and saw nothing, so I lied back down. I still felt someone looking at me and thought that it was my little sister, so I looked to my other side and saw a little girl about 4 feet tall, with short brown/blond hair. Still thinking it was my sister, I told her to go to bed and turned around. Just then the "thing" touched my shoulder and I swung to move the hand. As I swung, the hand released and I yelled at my sister to leave me alone. Then I looked back and the little girl was looking at me again. But this time she was frowning. I was tired so I thought that my sister was joking around. I yelled for my sister to go to bed, then layed back down. Then I heard a bang on the bed. When I turned around the girl was gone. I yelled for my sister to get up, but she opened the bedroom door from the kitchen and asked what I want... It turns out that my sister was in the living room with my mom the whole time. To creep me out even more, I realized the next day that the girl in my room had brown hair, while my sister has bleached blond hair.
I would really like you comments on this and tell me what you think. This was so scary I would never wish anyone to see that little "thing" again.
[2006-12-18: The following is an update to the story]
Last thursday I was taking a nap (which I never do) as my friend was taking a shower. Then out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a little girl. She was sitting on my shelf. I turned on my light to see and no one was there, so I decided to ignore it.
Two days ago, I was cleaning my room with my clock radio on, then static came on and people were talking. It wasn't the radio because I had my other radio on too and they were singing a song... so I turned my other radio off, listened and it was a little girl and a older woman. I was scared. Then my lava lamp top flew off my cupboard and fell to the ground. I screamed, then I got this horrible feeling and I had to leave my room. When I came back, the lava lamp lid was put back and the room was steamy hot. I was scared.
Another time when I was baby sitting my sister, I was vacuuming and all of a sudden someone screamed downstairs. But my sister was in the living room. Very scary.
Comment my story... I am very scared of this 'girl' and I don't know how to get rid of her... I think she is bad... I don't know for sure, though.
Source:yourghoststories

TV Gone Crazy

Location:United Arab Emirates

About a month ago, my husband, daughter and I decided to spend a week at my mother's as it's closer to our workplace. We had an ongoing project and were putting in late hours, so it was easier to crash at mom's place after a tiring day. On one such night, we came home at 11:00pm, sat talking for a bit and had our dinner. My daughter and husband slept quickly.
My favorite show was on and I decided that I'd sleep after watching it, when suddenly, the pop up menu for the color and contrast adjustments opened and the color adjustment button went from 1-100 and vice versa, repeatedly. My tv just went static. I just stared at the tv, not knowing what was going on . I figured, since the cables of the tv in the hall and my parent's room were connected, they must be making adjustments. Nevertheless, I got up and headed for their room just to be sure. They were asleep. In fact, sound asleep, and the tv was not on. I headed hurriedly back to the hall but the pop up had disappeared. Disturbed, I settled to watch the show again, when the pop up came on again. Ahh I thought, maybe I was sitting on the remote, lifted my behind, but no remote. I remembered that I had placed it over the tv, so that my daughter could not reach it. So what was happening on my tv screen? Ghosts? Very calmly and in a stern voice, I said , whoever you are, please leave as you are scaring me. In a second, the pop up disappeared and my show was back on. I can't explain this... can anyone?

Haunting at 8 First-Street

Location:South Africa

This list of encounters which befell my family (mother, father, older sister and myself) dates back to the years 1990 up until early in 1995. At this time it may be relevant to mention that in this town, all houses are leased for free to the town's inhabitants, before our relocation into this house, early in 1990, it had been standing empty since 1983.
It was less than a week later that my 3 year older sister started speaking of a woman she had seen in the living room the night before. The woman as she had described had blonde hair and no face. Her being young of age, the rest of the family had let the incident slip by without taking much unessential notice. Relevant was her persistence to this story and her fear of a built in back yard BBQ that she wanted 'removed'. What made my mother and myself take notice that perhaps it had not been my sister's imagination after all, was an event that had occurred just over a month later: at this time my mother, my sister and myself had all been in different locations of the house when the front door had opened and we all heard my father step inside and say "hello" as he always did. What made this greeting slightly different than usual was that when we all went to greet him, he was nowhere in sight. What added to the mystery was a telephone call an hour later stating that my father's car had broken down at work and my mother needed to come collect him. This incident had been enough reason for my mother to give in and have the BBQ wrecked.. nothing out of the ordinary was found.
My personal second encounter happened one evening while my sister and I had been lying on her bed. Her having just drifted off to sleep my gaze had fallen onto the floor where I had caught glimpse of a what looked like a sheepdog run across the floor, sure it was somewhat smaller, but genuine nonetheless. The animal had scurried across the floor and had gone into hiding beneath the bed, that was the last I had ever seen of it. That was the night before the crows started to appear..
In the months that followed these events seemed to die down and very few (including my father) would believe my mother, my sister and my own claims that there was something wrong at 8 First-Street. At this time, however, my parents started growing concerned about my growing fascination with the undead and macabre, which made sense since I wasn't even yet 5 years old at the time.
The next event that occurred, I believe it was close to Christmas time, involved a beating of drums in the back yard. My sister and myself had been getting up to the normal childhood mischief when a steady beating of drums had starting ramming on the outside gas bottles. The drumming had been soft and slow at first, then louder.. faster.. until it had been loud enough for any witness to hear. This had been enough to drive both my sister and myself to tears and we had fled the house and sat crying in the street until our parents had returned (from shopping or wherever it was they had gone). This inccident had laid to rest any doubt that my mother may still have attained, although my father had remained unconvinced.
What events had occured in the years 1991 and 1992 had in the years past slipped from my memory, with only 3 personal experiences remaining: the 1st had been while the rest of my family had been in the back yard and I had been alone inside. Until this day I can still recall an unknown presence that had laid its hand down on my shoulder, an icy sensation that now over eleven years later I can still remember as clearly as if it was happening right now. It was also round this time that my parents had discovered the art work I had done with my top room cupboard: three walls. two doors all covered in drawings of the dead. It was also in this cupboard that my favorite childhood book had vanished in an instant. This meaning that I had been sitting in the dark, reading it with a flashlight and the next moment it was gone. A thorough search by both my parents proved useless and what happened to it remains a mystery up until today.
The third incident I recall happened in middle 1992 while my sister was away at camp, this detail I recall particularly well for it just made it all the more strange that on the relevant morning wherever I had gone in the house her voice had still been calling out to me.
Early 1993 and all others are awoken from the silence by the father greeting incident repeating itself. Also my fathers' skepticism takes a knock at this point as my mother told the story of the night before where our newly aquired Labrador Retrievers both looked to the roof and started barking at an unseen force, the loud sigh that had followed not even my dad could deny. It wasn't much later that my mother started speaking of hearing a voice singing in the hallways late at night, a voice that would die down every time she went to check on it.
My sister had at this time also started growing more and more disturbed at what was happening around us and at one point claimed that an icy presence had been chasing her around the house and had been lifting her up whenever she had tried to stop. Although this did sound far fetched to even me, the way she had looked right after she had made this claim, suggested differently. What made matters worst was another incident which had supposedly occurred while my mother had been collecting me from a friend. On our home coming we had discovered my sister and a friend sobbing in the street, spewing claims that footsteps had been heard in the hallway, doors had been opening by themselves and light and radios had been switching on and off by themselves. At this time it was now a mutual agreement, there was something seriously wrong. My own sighting of a teenage boy in the hallway (which I later lay eyes on again, that time with a witness) just added wood to the fire.
A summons not much later, that my sister had called together involving her, myself and two of her male friends would be the last time that these forces would ever be felt and after that it was as if nothing had ever happened (even the crows stopped coming), except one last thing:
Two years had passed since the final sighting at 8 First-Street and I (age 9) found myself sitting in the classroom. At this point a young girl who lived only a couple of houses from me (and coincidently had the same name as my sister) with whom I nonetheless had never truly spoken with started telling the class about a ghost of some kind in her house, the stories were exactly the same as mine. It was that same week that the crows again returned, very few at first, later up to 20 at a time.
Source:yourghoststories

The Kind Lady Spirit

Location:Pennsylvania United States

When I lived in Penygroes, Carmarthenshire, my sister and I were told the house was haunted. When I was in the kitchen, I could feel sometimes a presence behind me, close enough to be looking over my shoulder. I was sure it was a lady. My sister said she felt the same presence. She woke up one morning and saw a women with dark hair and blue eyes at the end of her bed smiling at her. After my sister and I moved out, I was visiting my mom, she had a late night shift so I was in the house alone watching TV, and I felt the presence a few minutes later. I heard a laugh, I looked in the kitchen and I saw the same woman.

Haunted Home

Location:Ohio United States

I have many paranormal experiences I could tell, but the one that stands out the most for me happened a long time ago when I was still a child. I grew up next to a home that had a violent past. The first owners were killed by an escaped convict and their youngest son was beheaded and his head was never found. Supposedly it was tossed into a gravel pit that was nearby at the time. The next couple to purchase the home split up and the wife along with her months old baby jumped from the upstairs window and fell to their deaths. Well, you get the picture.
Due to a snow storm that had fallen on our town, my mother and father not being able to get home to me and my brother, we had the misfortune of having to stay with our neighbors for the night. Needless to say my brother and I were scared to begin with because we all knew of the happenings in this house. At first nothing seem out of the ordinary, but as the night worn on strange things began to happen. The first thing to take place was while we were all sitting in the living room watching TV, we could hear someone in the kitchen doing the dishes. There was no one else in the house and there were no dishes in the sink to be done. So we all went back into the living room, then we heard glass breaking in the bathroom. This caused everyone to jump and run to see what had broken and how. There was no broken glass anywhere and everything seemed okay. Things settled down for a while, I thought if that is the worst that was going to happen then I am going to be okay. Boy was I wrong. I was laying on my neighbor's couch, just about to fall asleep, when a rocking chair began rocking all by itself and and I heard the faint sound of a baby crying. As if this wasn't scary enough, I soon heard footsteps coming down the stairs and a little boys voice calling "Mommy". Scared as I was, I went to the stairs to see if someone was just playing with me. I knew it wasn't my brother because he was already asleep. There was no one there. I ran and put my head under the covers and didn't come out until morning.
I spoke with my neighbors and asked them how they could stay in a house like that, and they said that they were just use to it and they didn't pay that much attention to it any more.
Source:yourghoststories

Touched by a Ghost

Location:Ohio United States

First I would like to say thank you to the unbelievers out there for helping to keep the discussions lively. My story begins back in the early 80's my father had become severely ill and was going into the hospital. I didn't want him to go but I knew that he needed to be there. I asked him if we could go fishing when he got home and he said "If I come home", I think he knew he wasn't coming back. He went into a coma a few days later and remained in one for months.
Well one night during the summer I awoke having to use the bathroom and needing a drink of water as it was a very hot night and we didn't have air conditioning at the time. I returned to my bed and was just about to put my head down on my pillow when I noticed a white light above my brothers bed and it began to get bigger, I looked around to see what could be causing the light and there was nothing. I kept watching the light grow until it took on the shape of a woman in a long flowing white gown and long flowing white hair, but no face. Now believe me I was ready to scream and run from my room, but before I could the spirit laid her hand across my mouth and everything I mean everything became ice cold, I could even see my breath but I couldn't move or speak. She was just standing there with her hand on my mouth looking down on me and there wasn't a thing I could do. I remembered reading some where that if you asked a spirit what it wants it will leave. So not being able to speak, I thought it and the spirit just shook her head and was gone. Now you don't have to be a believer to know what I did next, you guessed it, I ran from the room and right to my mothers who told me I was just having a bad dream. The next morning we received a phone call from the hospital that my dad had passed away. I didn't know who the woman was at that time, but I believe she came to let me know that my dad wasn't coming home. I only found out a few years ago after speaking with a Native American shaman that the spirit was that of my great grandmother.
Source:yourghosstories

Ghost by the Highway

Location:Georgia United States

I was once driving back home from a long trip. I was driving from Texas going back to Georgia. It was about 2:30 AM EST and I finally made it back to the state of Georgia. As I first entered Highway 96 in Georgia doing about 55 miles per hour I noticed a glare on the left side of the road about half a mile up. As I got closer to the glare it appeared more misty then finally clear. The object was in the form of a woman mid-aged but it had no legs. It appeared to have full body but stopped at the legs. The object did not appear to notice me pass by. Again, I was doing about 55 miles per hour so it was a quick glipse but I know I saw it. I even looked in my rear view mirror to confirm the object, and yes, it was the real deal. No I was not sleepy at the time. No I do not do drugs and No I do not drink and drive. This experience was 100% real. If you ever get the chance drive on Highway 96 EAST in GA and see what you find.

Source:yourghoststories

White Ghost

Location:India

Someone must have pulled the emergency chain for the train, I thought, as it stopped so suddenly. The sudden cessation of movement caused us all to fall forward.
Shaken, we stood up and put our heads out of the now motionless train's windows. Most passengers crowded outside.
It wasn't long before the police arrived on the scene.
It appears that someone had been crossing the line, and had been struck by the train. It was just one station before my intended destination: Baharampore.
Someone remarked that the body was still lying there. I was about to have a look for myself when someone caught my hand firmly. It was none other than the fellow passenger with whom I had been talking throughout my four-hour journey from Kolkata.
"There's nothing to see in that lifeless body. There is only a lot of blood and some mutilated limbs," he said. "It would make you very upset."
I carefully hid my curiosity.
It was half past four in the evening. My fellow traveler told me that he was also going to Baharampore, so we hired a one-cycle-van, being the only available transport for hire locally.
We talked ceaselessly as we traveled along. Sometimes about politics, sometimes about the present education scenario and sometimes about the high casualty rate in the traffic system. However, I couldn't help my mind returning to that unseen body. Who had lost his precious life, I wondered. I was twenty-six years old. There are so many things to see in life. Death was something I just didn't want to think about.
It was my first trip to Baharampore. A friend had invited me to spend a weekend at his home. I thought it would make a good escape from the clatter of Kolkata. It would be a change from the monotonous and weekly hustle-bustle of my everyday life.
On finally reaching my friend's house, I decided to say nothing about the accident or my ten-minute cycle-van journey. Actually, I'd enjoyed that open cab ride. Other than that mishap on the train, the whole journey had been most pleasant. I didn't want to make my friend unhappy by discussing sad things. Ankush, my long-time friend, was a good person, and his mother was anxious about the dish she was preparing for me. I didn't want to spoil anything that evening.
Since I was a city dweller, they were worried that I might find their rural home, which lacked electricity, difficult to get used to, but I really enjoyed sitting on the roof of their home on that starry night, soaking up the atmosphere, drinking coconut milk, eating fresh vegetables and fruits, and listening to his friends, whose native pronunciation of the very Bengali words I used was so very different from mine.
They asked me endless questions. About my work, my family and myself, which I was pleased to answer. I tried to respond in as much detail as I was able. They seemed pleased to hear that I am a writer. But, before long, I was rescued by Ankush.
Then one of his friends mentioned the accident that had killed an eighteen-year-old girl that very afternoon.
Ankush said to me, "Hey, I think you must have been there. Didn't you see anything of it?"
I told them everything I knew, and explained the reason for my silence.
To my utter surprise, they laughed uproarishly, as though it was a common happening.
Ankush said that, indeed, it was not a rare thing thereabouts. They were quite accustomed to accidents on the railway line.
I listened to what they were saying to each other without taking any further part in the conversation.
Ankush smiled at me, and tauntingly asked me if I was scared.
On hearing this, I became angry. I didn't see that they had any right to accuse me of this.
Bhuvan, one of the friends, said to me, "Well, could you go to where it happened? Right now. Alone? If you can, we can presume that you are not scared."
I agreed.
Accordingly, we immediately went to the place where the accident had happened, but deliberately kept a fair distance from the exact spot. They dared me to walk right up to the place where the young girl had been killed. It was barely visible as it was lit only by the light from the stars and a partially concealed moon. Only the signal glowed red.
Despite Ankush's protest, I started walking forward. It was really difficult for someone like me, to accept this as fun. Nevertheless, I wanted to demonstrate to them that I was really a brave man, and that I could accept their silly dare.
Walking in the dark was difficult as stones were scattered everywhere. I found I was sweating as I walked. But it was a challenge that I simply had to win.
Suddenly, before me, I saw a shadowy white object quivering exactly where I was heading. I stopped for a moment. It could be an hallucination, I reasoned. I started walking forward again. But, now, the apparition was quite visible. It was a person draped in white. And that wraithlike person was doing something. Who or what was it? Was it an illusion or ... ? The possibility that it was something paranormal sent a chill was running down my spine. I almost died with shock as someone put a hand on my shoulder. I just stopped breathing and closed my eyes.
In that gloomy light I found it was none other than Ankush who had been following me. He also saw what I had been seeing.
We drew closer and found what we had seen was an old person swabbing the place with water. There was no body, nothing of the dead girl remained.
"Eto rakto! - So much blood!" he was quietly saying to himself over and over.
It turned out that he was the stationmaster, whose son had died in the same way in a train accident twenty-five years previously. On one such cold night, such as this was, he was being chased by police officers and, without warning, a train thundered along and ran over him. After that sad incident, the stationmaster became mentally disturbed, and always took it upon himself to erase all evidence of such accidents.
Source:yourghoststories

A Night at the Lemp Mansion

Location:Illinois United States

I spent a memorable night at The Lemp Mansion with my cousin, Cindy. It was memorable for me, because of the activity. Memorable for Cindy, because it firmly cemented in her mind that she would never return.
We stayed in the Charles Lemp suite. Charles was the last of the Lemp family to take his own life in the Mansion. Stories have circulated that he went downstairs and shot his dog then returned to his bedroom to shoot himself. This is not true. He shot himself in the morning, on his bed. He was the only member of the Lemp family to leave a note, and the fourth to commit suicide. Three in the Mansion and a sister in her home in another St. Louis neighborhood. Charles stated that when found, 'blame no one but me'. He left word that his last remaining brother, Edwin, was to have his body taken immediately, without any further preparation, and have it cremated, and to bury the ashes on his farm in St. Louis County. The burial spot of Charles Lemps' ashes will never be known. After the death of Edwin, all Lemp papers were burned along with valuable artwork and other items as requested by Edwin of his groundskeeper.
The night we stayed in Charles' suite, there was a party in the outside gazebo that lasted until around midnight. All other suites were occupied for the night, so any investigation we might be able to do was limited. We did wander about the house and took some photographs, did a little EVP work and took some video film. There was nothing remarkable. At around 1:00 AM, we decided to call it a night. I set up my video camcorder, which is not equipped with night vision, on a small table at the entrance to the room, pointing it toward a corner where there was a little light coming in through the window from outside. The guest table was set up in this corner and it included a coffeemaker, muffins and an ice bucket filled with ice, wine and orange juice. My reason for setting up the camera was to use it to record audio, as my tape recorder would make a rather loud "click" when the tape was finished, and the camcorder would simply shutdown after two hours. I did not expect any video to be useful.
I was sleeping peacefully for about an hour, but awoke when my cousin began to move around. She was hot in the room and finding it difficult to sleep. We spoke for a few seconds, and I drifted back off... but not for long. Almost immediately I was totally awakened by the sound of the ice in our ice bucket being literally tossed into the sink in the room. It was very loud. I asked Cindy, "What was that?" She replied, "I think it was the ice". We could both see the bucket sitting on the table and knew it had not moved, but there was no mistaking the sound we heard.
After awhile, I was able to sleep again, though I don't believe Cindy ever did.
When I reviewed the two hours of video tape the next day, I noticed that the little light that came in through the drapes began to distort after awhile. The camcorder self-focuses, and I assumed it was trying to do just that. Gradually it began to get more and more distorted. I continued to watch it, and reached the point in the tape where Cindy and I awoke just before the sound of the ice. There it was, on the tape, the recording of the ice being thrown into the sink. I was delighted to have caught it on tape! It was loud and sounded exactly as it had the night before!
I recorded a copy of that portion of the tape onto DVD to keep it safe. It was a very exciting night and a very good catch for me. I since returned to Lemp and spent an hour closed up in Charles' room alone, attempting to record EVPSs through asking questions, but was unable to get a response.
I will not give up. I continue to visit Lemp and will continue to try to contact Charles Lemp every chance I get. I recommend anyone who can visit this top haunted America site to go!
I haven't uploaded the video yet. I have another video from Lemp on youtube that is basically a walkthrough with downstairs dining and upstairs. Then I walk around the upstairs corner to the corridor that leads back to the old vault door, and there appears to be a man at that door, or on it. I have posted it on TAPS and some thought at first it was a man who stepped out of Charles' Lemp's suite, but that man looked out and then left through the main hallway door. The door is painted black, it is a bit shiny and it is worn in places, but it's still very interesting, because it is at Lemp. I have made quite a study of the Mansion and it's family. I consider them very special. I plan to "master it" and those who lived there. I know it like the back of my hand, and even though the man at the door seems easy to debunk, it is still strange. Anything can happen at that house. I will add my youtube link. The video I talk about in the story is hard, because I am having audio trouble on my computer and without it, the video isn't worth much. But I got some of the problem solved, and it may be my program for retrieving video from my camera. I am working on it.
Source:yourghosstories

The Others

Location:Phillipines

It was nearly 7 p.m. when we reached my friend's grandmother's house in the province near our school. We were there to spend the night doing our thesis required to finish our course. There were seven in the group.
The house belonged to Melissa's grandmother. No one was in there aside from a caretaker who left after he handed us the key. We suited ourselves and prepared our dinner. After the meal, we started to do our projects. It was already 2 a.m. when we finished and decided to go to bed.
There were three rooms in the house. We were four girls and three boys, so we took the other room, while the boys took the room on the other side. The other one left was Melissa's grandmother's room.
Before going to bed, Andrea, one of our friends, asked Melissa about the house. She told us that her third eye was open, and she felt something in there. We were frightened of what she said and told her to stop bullying us. But Melissa said that the house was known in the town as being haunted, since no one really stayed there. Her grandmother was staying with her family, since she was too old to be alone in that house.
Suddenly we felt as if someone were watching us. We went to the room and decided to sleep. Around 5 a.m., Andrea woke me; she was chilled and could not control it. She asked us if we could leave already, but it was too early, and we wanted to sleep late. I told her to go back to sleep again.
She said she couldn't, and could I just come with her outside. She just need some air to breathe. I wanted to scream at her, but when I looked at her, she was white, as if she had no blood running in her veins.
I woke up the rest of the girls. Andrea was already freaking out and crying. We went outside, and Melissa gave her some water. She calmed down a little and started to tell us the story that scared us and gave us total chills to the bone.
When we went to bed, we went to sleep fast, since we were all tired, but Andrea could not sleep. She heard noises like footsteps outside the rooms and whispering. She ignored it and went to sleep. It was if there were "other" people in the house, but she still fell asleep.
She awakened at around quarter to four, and what she told us next scared us to death and made our blood run cold. She said that she closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep again, but she still couldn't.
When she opened her eyes, she saw a lady in front of her, looking down at her face! She smiled at her wickedly and said, "You can see us, can't you?" The "other" people then came near around her. That's when she woke me, chilled and crying.
We waited till the sunrise, packed our things and went back to the city. None of the boys knew what had happened. No one would surely believe, so why waste our energy telling them? After all, we were still drained when we reached our dorm.
Source:yourghoststories

Haunted Cottage

Location:United Kingdom

I grew up in a 200 years old cottage in South Gloucestershire, South West England. My parents spent 4 years (1981-1985) renovating the cottage to a livable state as it had been empty for a few years, the last resident had been an old lady.
The original house had only two upstairs rooms, both were bedrooms in which you had to pass through one to get to the other. My dad added a bathroom and another bedroom to the rear of the house. He also added a landing so each room could be accessed separately.
Strange things started to happen once we moved in. My parents had one of the bedrooms at the front of the house, the other was the spare room for guests and I had the new bedroom to the rear of the house.
In the mid 1980's my grandparent's had come down from Yorkshire with my aunt who was living in America at the time. My grandparents stayed in the spare bedroom and my aunt stayed with me on the bottom of my bunk bed.
After everyone had gone to bed, my aunt awoke to the sound of my bedroom door opening. My door was the typical old cottage style with a latch, where you have to press down on the outside of the door and a lever on the inner side goes up allowing you to then push the door open.
The door opened and then slowly closed. My aunt called out 'hello is anyone there?' Without reply, she put it down to a draft and went back to sleep. A while later she awoke to the bed violently shaking, naturally she thought it was me playing games and she asked me to stop. Realizing that I was fast asleep she then called out 'whoever you are just stop it'. This then stopped the bed from shaking. I am not sure if she slept after this but I know it was many years before she would talk about it.
Several years later in the 1990's she came to visit us again. I had since got one of the bigger bedrooms at the front of the house and my aunt reluctantly had to use my old bedroom which had since become the spare room. She awoke in the middle of the night to find a lady in a bonnet at the bottom of her bed staring at her. I have never heard what else happened.
Source:yourghoststories

Popeye's Ghost

Location:California United States

Hi everyone. My Name is Casey and I am 49 years old. When I was six years old I lived on 15th St. in Santa Monica, Ca. We were living in a house that was built by Segar, the creator of the Popeye cartoon.
One evening my older brother and sister and I walked home from a diner down the street before the folks came home. This was during an era when kids could walk home without the adults.
When we got home my brother discovered we had no house key. My brother took me around back and boosted me through the kitchen window so I could go through the house to open the front door. On my way down the hall I passed the narrow stairs that went up to the upper floor.
I looked up those stairs and at the top stood this cartoon looking person looking down at me. It was wildly shaking its head and made this strange laughing sound. I wasn't so scared, I've always been kind of strange that way.
I ran to the front door and let in my siblings. I told them what happened and they both understood. Each one of them had encounters with this malevolent spirit in the past.
This is an absolutley true story!
Casey M
Riverside, Ca.

The Abandoned Ghost Village Ruins

Location:Indiana United States

First, allow me to say, that I do not endorse this story, nor do I have any evidence to support it. I merely think that it's interesting - to ponder, wonder, come up with possibilities to its existence, etc. I don't necessarily take it to heart, nor do I expect you to. Serious opinions, interpretations, etc, are welcomed. I just ask that comments be respectful.
This story has been passed to me, and now, in a sense, to you. It was handed to me by my elder brother and sister, who both, when questioned separately, stated the same details, to my recollection. I have not done a recent questioning to verify this, but I assume. In any case, I find it interesting, I hope you will as well.
As children, my older brother and sister would sometimes make use of the forest nearby their home (this, for those who are curious, was before I was born: my brother and sister are quite older than I), playing there from time to time, I believe. I am unsure if they did, for certain, "play" there, but they did, at the very least, have to enter on one occasion. Unfortunately, they did not know the terrain well.
Our father, who is not the brightest, nor is he very responsible, had taken on the task of caring for a friend's feline pet (a domestic cat, of course). The cat, while under his care, managed to escape. Fearing his friend's response to the fact that the animal had gone missing, he sent out a search party (at least I assume this was his logic)- AKA, my brother and sister. Their destination: the woods.
My brother and sister set out to find the cat, more than likely against their will, but determined nonetheless. They wandered farther and farther into the woods. Searching and searching, they come up empty handed. Not a cat to be found. It was beginning to get dark: they did not have much time.
Continuing the search, they wandered between a pair of trees... and into the broken, ghostly remains of what they refer to as a "village"... there wasn't much... the frames of old buildings... perhaps lost long ago in a fire. But the empty remains were the least of their worries.
As it was getting even darker, they began to head back... but wait... the direction in which they came, simply led them right back into the remains of the village. Around and around they went, but ended right back in the village. Until it hit them- the two trees. They began looking for the same two trees through which they entered. At last, they found them. They walked, once again, between the two trees... and, as if magic, passed back to their path home. They could only enter the village, and likewise, leave, by walking between these specific trees.
As it became darker, they finally arrived home, safe. And as it turns out, the cat had been hiding at home all along! But their quest to find the cat led them into a strange place that I'm sure they will never forget. Perhaps it was a portal to a piece of the past? No one knows, and I doubt that anyone ever will.
Source:yourghoststories

The Haunted Blue House

Location:Texas United States

I decided to share another story since it came up to my head. I lived in this blue haunted house from when I was new born baby to when I was about two or three years old, so I wouldn't remember much but my mom told me about it.
My mom was much younger in those days and so was my dad. My sisters weren't born yet and my brother wasn't either. My mom, dad and I lived in a small, old blue house and there my mom would always experience paranormal things. Like once she told me it was early in the morning, my dad had gone to work and I was still asleep, then she heard someone washing dishes in the kitchen! When she got up to check who was in the kitchen, nobody was in there and the dishes were in the sink, dirty and unwashed. Another time my mom was in bed and my aunt came over to the house and knocked, but my mom couldn't get up because someone was pushing the covers tightly around her and my mom thought it was my aunt, so my aunt came in and asked her why she didn't open the door, and my mom told her why. My mom also told me that when I was two I had my own little ghostly friend and that I would talk to someone unseen normally like if I was talking to someone alive.
Also, she would tell me that someone or something would stand at the foot of her bed and pull the covers off her (my dad was at work and I was asleep, so it couldn't be someone my mom knew who lived here). I also remember my mom telling me about the ghosts living in the closet during the day because she would hear the closet door open EVERY SINGLE night at around 10:00pm to start the night's mischievousness. I know a lot of you are looking at this story and probably laughing at me or something but it's true, and I hope that I get comments expressing people's opinions. So please think about it and then tell me your opinions.
your friend,
Janice D
Source:yourghoststories

The Operating Room

Location;Phillipines

Have you ever felt eerie when you visit a hospital? A feeling that someone is watching you?
I am a nurse and I used to work in one of the oldest and most historic hospital's in Manila. In this hospital I was assigned to one of the most exciting areas - the operating room complex.
The operating room complex is divided into two distinct blocks. The right block is where all the scheduled operations take place whereas the left block takes care of the emergency, trauma and OB-Gyne cases. The whole complex is quite haunted and each block has its own collection of ghosts seen and felt by numerous nurses, residents and surgeons.
It was one ordinary working day. I was assigned to the night shift. Going on duty from 10:00pm to 6:00am the following day. My friend and I were discussing the presence of a ghost on our wing since she saw one the night before. I was telling her that I had heard a voice of a little girl when I was assigned to the other block. She laughed and said that the ghosts in this block were more aggressive and really made their presence felt since most of the patients that have died in this particular block have suffered traumatic accidents like being stabbed or shot. Most not really prepared to die.
I entered the operating room where I was assigned. I relieved the nurse from the previous shift. As soon as I was assisting the surgeon for the cholesystectomy case that they were performing one of them asked me what my friend and I were talking about. I said "We were just talking about the ghost she saw last night in room 11". They asked me if I believed in such things and I answered that I did believe in ghost since I have felt their presence in the OR complex. Almost all the room are haunted. They then told me about their own eerie experiences in the same complex.
The operation was taking longer than I expected. We took a break while waiting for the x-ray technician and his machine to arrive. We asked the circulating nurse to providee us with some seats. We took our seats and after sometime I was beginning to nod off. I suddenly felt a cold hand or finger touch my cheek. I opened my eyes to see if my co-nurses were playing a trick on me. I saw that the rest of the team was asleep and the other nurses were busy since there were other procedures being done in the other rooms. I decided that it was just my imagination getting the better of my so I closed my eyes again.
I was falling asleep again. The presence was not satisfied with just touching my cheek. It became bolder... more intense. It nudged the chair where I was sitting. After this I just stood up fully awake now goosebumps all over my arms and legs. I looked for my co-nurses leaving the sleeping surgeons to fend for themselves.
Source:yourghoststories

Korean Haunting

Location:Korean Republic Of

I came to South Korea to be with my husband whom is in the Army. I have been here for 5 months. I have been living in my apartment for over four months. About two and a half months ago I started getting the icy felling like I was being watched. This went on with no happenings until last night. My husband is training in the field. I am all alone in the house, just like any other night I got changed, went into bed and called my husband. I got to sleep around 12:30am.
I slept for about two hours when I started having a dream that I have had before. But instead of what normally happened in the dream, an unknown force was on my back with two handfulls of my hair, holding me down. I woke up to find that my head where, in my dream, this force had my hair. I blew it off thinking it was my imagination. I fell back asleep a short time later. The dream resumed where it had left off. This happened one more time before I decided to just stay awake. It was about 5:00 in the morning, I am not exactly sure. I heard a Korean man's voice talking, it was very deep, I could not make out any words that I know. It sounded as if he were hissing the words. By this time I was already terrified. I heard knocking, and my chairs being scooted around. This went on for about an hour. Then it started scratchng my walls. It started soft and short at first, I ignored it until it got harder and louder increasing a lot everytime.
Finally I could not take it any more it felt like my heart was going to burst, it was beating so hard. I got up and turned on all the lights in the house. It stopped. I got dressed and looked around to find all my chairs moved, little things moved, and then I saw the scratch marks on the wall. I was about 6:30 in the morning when I left. I am looking for another apartment. There is no way that I am going to stay there and let it keep getting worse and more violent.
Source:yourghoststories

Picture Frame

Location:Phillipines

I always believed in ghost. And I wished to see one to experience the thrill that everybody is experiencing once they encounter things like that. I don't believe that I'm the type of person who have the ability to feel and see spirits, like a medium. I don't have a third eye to recognize them. Not until the following encounter:
My first encounter with spirits happened when me and my ex-boyfriend were hanging out together in our house. We were talking about it because he has the third eye. He can see ghost and feel spirits around. We are on the midst of the story when suddenly the picture frame on the wall fall down to the ground. That was funny because nobody pulled it off and it can't be pulled easily without human force. The fan is off and the air outside the house is not enough to do that. I looked in my boyfriend with questions in my eyes. He just bowed his head and told me to stay inside. He went out of the house and then I heard him talking to somebody else. But I didn't see anyone except him. He then went back and told me everything was all right. He already spoke to the person who did it. It was a spirit from their house who followed him. It's apparently a white lady who get jealous of me. He told me that everywhere he goes that spirits are following him and he almost forgot about it when he visited me. He asked me the time my mom and my little brother were coming home. I told him I didn't know, maybe a minute from now. He didn't leave me from that moment until my mom arrived.
An hour later, my mom came home and we bid each other goodbye. After he arrived home I started to feel dizzy and felt coldness wrapping my whole body. My mom advised me to go to bed and she covered me with blanket. One blanket was not enough so she added one more. Still, I felt so cold even though I was wrapped up with two blankets. I then texted my boyfriend and, worried about my condition, he then called up and told me to wear anything that has a cross or God's image on it. Amazed, I grabbed the rosary from the altar and wore it. After 30 minutes I started to feel the heat coming from the wrapped blanket and sweat started to drip off my face. I called up my boyfriend and told him I was starting to feel good already. He then told the shocking truth that I've been touched by the lady when they got off from the house.
After that encounter, I did not wish for my boyfriend to open my third eye. I'm afraid to see more of those and feel that odd feeling again. I'm now contented to watch scary movies and hear ghost stories everywhere. I realized that having the power to see them is not always good after all.
Source:yourghoststories

15 Years of Terror

Location:California United States

When I was 8 years old my Mom and Dad purchased a home located in Burlingame, California. They got a great deal on the house and were thrilled at its location, and the town.
I recall the first time I entered the house I said to my Mom "It is so dark in here." My Mother reassured me that with a little paint and new drapes it would be bright and sunny. I think that the darkness I noticed wasn't just because of the dark walls and drapes, there was something much darker hidden in the seams of the house. This darkness didn't stay hidden for long.
Before we moved our belongings into the home my Dad, and one of his friends, Dick, went to the house to refinish the hardwood floors. They were in for a challenging set of experiences. When they turned on the sander the radio would blast, when they turned off the radio the light would go on. Then the electricity would shut off. They checked the fuses, but none of them were burned out.
My Dad called the power company, the man who came out said there was nothing wrong with the connection from the power pole to the house. He told my Dad that he needed to call an electrician. The electrician witnessed the strange and inexplicable relation between unrelated switches and the response from remote locations throughout the house. The electrician told my Dad that the entire house needed to be rewired.
To their surprise after this announcement all the electrical appliances and lights worked as expected. All returned to normal operation at that time. This stunt repeated many times over the years. We just had to wait it out because there was nothing wrong with the fuses, fuse box, the connection to the power pole. There was no technical explanation. I will say that being in a totally dark house due to the actions of invisible intruders was quite terrifying. We were at their mercy, and they had little to no mercy.
After we moved into the house we immediately noted that at times it sounded as if someone was walking across the floor, or there would be what sounded like knocking on various doors throughout the house. The back door would open and slam closed, which would be followed by what sounded like footsteps coming up the stairs.
My parents explained to me that these sounds were the sounds of the house settling. Often when I went to bed at night I would hear heavy breathing right by my face. My parents told me this was what the water heater sounded like at night when it was heating the water.
I would hear my Mother call, and when I answered she would say she did not call me, and visa versa.
I often found long auburn hairs in my bedroom. I couldn't figure this out. I didn't know anyone with auburn hair.
My parents became acquainted with the next door neighbors. They commented to Mom and Dad that they hoped that they lived there longer than other people that had moved in. The house had always been sold, never rented, but it was rare for any family to live there more than 3 months. The neighbors had lived next door for over 20 years.
There were times when I woke up with someone holding on to my ankles and pulling me off the end of the bed. This terrified me. When I told my parents they assured me that I was only having a nightmare.
I woke up in the mornings to find pieces clipped from my hair. This left short jagged pieces I couldn't style. My Mom told me this was from the pin curls I used.
One afternoon I was in my bedroom and couldn't shake the feeling that someone was staring at me. This gave me the creeps, so I decided to go out to the living room. In that I felt so uneasy, I stepped down on the first step in front of the door and reached around the corner to turn off the light. When I turned off the light I saw a young woman sitting on the bed right next to where I had been sitting. She had long auburn hair. She was transparent. I didn't believe in ghosts. My parents had told me over and over again there was no such thing. Now I was faced with the terrifying reality of a ghost sitting on my bed.
I ran to the front bathroom, slammed and locked the door. Then it dawned on me that if she was a ghost and what they say about ghosts was true she could walk through the wall and I would be locked inside with her. I unlocked the door and ran to the living room in the front of the house.
In the morning I told my parents about my experience. They exchanged glances and then they told me that they knew that the house was haunted. The ghost I described to them is the one they called "Florence." It took them about 3 years to believe the house was haunted. They didn't believe it until they had exhausted themselves by sneaking through the house trying to find the intruders making all the noises, and never finding anything. Then one night when they had just gotten into bed, turned off the lights, and above the end of their bed were two floating heads staring at them.
They both saw these apparitions, and could not deny what they saw.
This put them on a trek of using an Ouija board to try to communicate with the ghosts. Knowing what I do now about the response to this board by earth bound spirits I am certain this practice only made things worse. There were many ghosts. I only saw two fully manifest apparitions, but my parents saw and experienced many more. I saw "things" but only 2 specific ones.
It was a common experience to see items, such as books, fly across the room. One time my Mom was taking a nap on the couch in the living room. The couch seemed to be shaking. She opened her eyes to discover that the couch was being transported by floating across the room with her on top of it.
One could explain doors opening and closing by themselves being due to not being latched properly and a breeze caused it to open and close. This explanation could not be applied to the sliding door between the 2nd and 3rd bedrooms. This sliding door often slammed open or closed. This was very unsettling.
Quite a few times my parents came into my room in the middle of the night to see why I was screaming. I was not aware of screaming. As far as I knew I was sound asleep. They would describe the screaming as if I had "seen bloody heads rolling across the floor."
There were times my parents acted out of character. They would be much harsher than one would expect.
Shortly before my Mom passed away she told me that the change of life made her "strange." I asked her what she meant and she told me that one time she was chatting across the picket fence with our elderly neighbor. She said that it took all her strength to force herself to go back into our house without attacking and strangling the neighbor. I told her, "Mom, that wasn't the change of life - it was the ghosts. The ghosts made them say and do things that were out of character. I could see "it" in their eyes and their mannerisms - that they were "different", not themselves.
I experienced times when I was attacked, pushed, and man-handled by the ghosts. I told my parents, and they told me that I was letting my imagination run away with me.
Their invalidation of my experiences made life very difficult for me as there was no where to turn for help.
Family and friends that visited were often treated to a ghost experience from simple footsteps and door knocking to having their blankets pulled off of them in the middle of the night by unseen hands.
One time my Aunt was at our house for my birthday party. It was too late for her to drive all the way home, but she didn't want to sleep in the house. She slept out in our travel trailer with my teenage slumber party.
One time we were watching television when Hans Holzer and Sybil Leek were visiting San Francisco. They were ghost hunters. They announced that if anyone thought their house was haunted that they would be glad to come out and get rid of the ghosts. I begged my parents to call them. They didn't want to because they didn't want anyone in the area to know the house was haunted. They said that when they sold the house that such information would prevent them from getting a good price. I was so hopeful and then crestfallen.
When my parents retired and put the house on the market the ghosts became especially active. We had occupied the house for 15 years, and I think the ghosts were pretty happy with the arrangement.
He told my Mom that he wanted to move into the travel trailer so they didn't have to be concerned with constantly cleaning and preparing for the stream of realtors streaming through the house with potential buyers.
Then one morning my Dad announced that he was lowering the price on the house by a considerable amount. We all tried to discourage him from doing so since they were counting on the profit from the sale to buy retirement property and perhaps build a home. He wouldn't listen to our arguments.
The house sold that day.
Mom and I were sitting in the kitchen while Dad walked the new owners out to their car. Mom and I heard the back door open and slam closed. We heard footsteps coming up the back steps. We got up together and looked down the hall to the stairway. We could still hear the footsteps ascending the stairs, but there was no one to be seen.
After they moved all of their things out of the house, handed over the keys, and had left the property for good, Dad confided why he insisted on moving into the trailer and lowering the price on the house.
The night before they moved out into the trailer my Dad was startled awake by a hand over his mouth and nose. He was being suffocated by the man ghost, who we had come to call Dave.
Dad was a strong guy, but he said that it took all the strength he had to wrestle away from the grip of the ghost.
Dad turned to me an apologized for not believing me.
We heard that the first renter in the house was a minister. I was elated thinking that a minister might pray the ghosts out of the house. The minister moved out almost as soon as he had moved in. After a series of short term renters the house was replaced by an apartment building. Neighbors told my parents that the house had been moved. I don't know if the house was moved, and if it was moved I wondered if the ghosts go with the house or haunt the apartment building built on the site.
I know I would never want to go back and find out for myself.
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White Lady in the Mirror

Location:Kentucky United States

Years ago I used to work at the Seelbach hotel downtown. And the top floor is only used when the rest of the hotel is booked, so it goes a long time between uses. It's mostly ballrooms/meeting rooms, and maybe ten regular rooms total up there. I had been sent up to do some "freshening" before a big party booking, and was working alone. Typically roomkeepers work in pairs. I was straightening beds, spraying air freshener, and dusting, that sort of thing. I was sort of on my guard already because I'd been caught watching TV in the rooms and gotten in trouble for that. So my nerves WERE a little on edge already.
Anyway- I kept feeling like someone was watching me. Kept thinking it was my supervisor trying to catch me with the TV on again. (I didn't have it on.) This one room, at the corner, is laid out differently than the rest. In that room, the mirror is opposite the door to the hallway, not next to it as is normal in all the others. I was making the bed and I got that feeling of being watched, again. So I look over my shoulder- Nobody there. I turn around to pull on the bedspread (straighten a wrinkle) and there, in the mirror in front of me, I can see a woman standing in the doorway. All I could see was her head, over my shoulder. White woman, light coloured hair, bland expression- no malice or anything. But the room got freezing cold and I had the awfullest feeling. I turn around, and look over my shoulder into the doorway- and she wasn't there. But turn back- she was still in the mirror-doorway. I could not get out of there fast enough, all the skin on my whole body was crawling. It was so weird, because I'd always thought I'd be fascinated if I ever saw something like that, saw a ghost, whatever- but at the time, the physical experience was like that of taking sick, sudden, and dreadful. Couldn't get warm, and had the whole Flight or Fight thing going on.
Apparently apparitions on the tenth floor are not unusual, but they're not harmful either. I didn't go back up there that day, they had to get someone else to finish my rooms, I was too shaken up.
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Haunted Contractors

Location:New Jersey United States

My first summer after highschool, I worked for my neighbor. He had a contracting business that mainly did light remodels on houses. Painting, general carpentry, basic landscaping, building decks, stuff like that. The usual crew was this guy, his partner, myself and one or two of my friends, and a general laborer or two, depending on the size of the job.
About halfway through the summer we got a job to do some cleanup on a house a few towns over which had been neglected for a while. Repaint inside and out, fix some squeaky floors and water damage, clean up the yard, etc. It was a decent sized house, and needed a ton of work, and the estimate was that it would take about a month to do it right. The homeowners had no problem, as they were not living there, and were planning on selling the place. Everything inside had already been cleared out (for the most part).
The first few days we spent just clearing brush and stuff out of the yards, so we could get equipment in to work on the exterior. Once that was done, we split off into two crews, one scraping the outside of the house, and one doing work on the inside. It was the summer, and the place did not have A/C, so the easier job was the work outside, and we would rotate who was in and who was out.
To give you an idea of the layout of the house. When you walked in the front door, you had large room off to your immediate right and left. Straight ahead of you and to your left you had a staircase that went up to the second floor, to the right a small bathroom, and then straight back to the kitchen and another large room. Upstairs you had 4 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. There was only one staircase to the second floor.
We started in the front rooms, and within an hour or so our radio started acting up. It was an older boom box type thing, with a manual cassette player, and the knob with the slide for tuning the stations. In other words, it was all mechanical, not digital. At least 3 times, the station changed on its own, from 102.7 which we were listening to, to other random stations (sorry, no creepy oldies music or anything). What is interesting is when it changed stations, the station it would end up on would be perfectly tuned in, and the jump between stations was very quick, much quicker than a person could turn the knob and tune in the station so well, and then get away from the radio without being noticed, like, a seconds time, just enough time for the slide to traverse the distance to the other station. No, the radio didn't have the mechanical station presets.
At least twice when this happened I was in the room, and while my back was turned to it, the radio was in a location where it would have been damned near impossible for someone to get to it, turn the station and then get out of there. It was not by a window either. On a few occasions the volume would go WAY up, up beyond a point that I thought this thing was capable of producing. We then moved the radio to a different room, blaming it on bad power, and the problems let up.
Other strange things: Lights would go on or off while you were working, including our own portable floodlights. It wasn't the power was cut or anything, but the actual switch was thrown. You could also hear footsteps above you when you were sure nobody was upstairs.
The final kicker, as we were wrapping up the work on the place, I was replacing some molding in a second floor bedroom. I had a large heavy steel toolbox, with a bunch of tools in it, that must have weighed 30 or 40 pounds. One of those big craftsman jobs. I had finished off most of what I was doing, and had most of my stuff put away when our lunch showed up. It was raining outside, so were all sitting in the main entrance way by the stairs, in fact, myself and another guy were sitting on the stairs. EVERYONE was accounted for. By this point we were all always joking around how we were working in a haunted house, due to all the strange stuff that was going on, but no one was taking it real seriously. Everyone was pretty much convinced that it was the combination of an old house, our imagination, and probably a few of us screwing around with each other causing the stuff. Mid conversation about this, there was a giant crash from upstairs. One of the dudes freaked and just ran for the door. Myself and the dude sitting on the stairs next turned and went up the stairs. At the top of the stairs you had a clear view of the entrance way to all of the rooms, so in the 3 seconds it took for us to climb them, nobody would be able to get out of a room without being spotted.
Inside the room I had been working, my heavy metal toolbox had been tossed across the room, its contents scattered. The time from when it happened to when I got there was so short that stuff was still rolling around. Again, this was a 30-40 pound toolbox, which was sitting on the floor, and had been clearly tossed a good 10 feet. We checked the other rooms and of course found nothing. To go out the window (which was closed as it was raining) would have been a 15 feet drop into some nasty bushes. No ladders were up on the house, or even off the truck for that matter that day, due to the rain. Everyone working there was sitting with us while we ate, and nobody could have gotten past us and down the stairs while we checked the rooms, as there were people watching the stairs.
It was pretty damn scary, and the final couple of days of us working there everyone was really on edge. Nobody would go into rooms alone, and you could tell everyone was pretty much scared shitless.
The boss mentioned the goings on to the homeowner who was just kind of like "ehh whatever". A few years later, the place burned to the ground, and one of the guys I worked with that summer, who now lived in the town, sent me a story from the local paper. It turns out that the previous owner who lived there was a shut-in type person after his wife died a decade or so prior, didn't ever really come out much/do much, which explained the neglect. He had died about a year prior to us working on the house, but nobody found his body for at least 6 months. The people who had hired us was his estranged sons family, who had inherited the house and were trying to sell it.
The house had changed hands a couple of times in the several years after we had worked on it, nobody ever staying very long, and it was growing a "haunted" legend in the town.
In the interest of brevity, I left out some of the smaller parts of the story that were strange, or could have been explained away easier, but suffice to say, some weird stuff was going on while we were there. I'm not one that really believes in ghosts or anything, but I have no way of explaining some of the stuff that happened there in any rational way. Thinking about it still gives me the chills. Nobody was aware of the story behind the house when we were working there, and you could tell after the toolbox incident everyone was truly on edge.
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The House In Cypress

Location:California United States

When I was in the 4th grade, my family moved into a house in Cypress, California. On the outside it looked like any other on the block, but on the inside it was anything but normal. The layout of the upstairs had been changed by the previouse owner and went from a 4 bedroom to one large loft. But there was something else in the house that for the longest time only us kids encountered.
On the first day as we moved in, we watched a spice rack that was at the back of the counter, It slid across the tiled counter and over the lip at the end of it and crashed to the floor. Our parents did not believe us when we told them, they just thought one of us had done it ourself. But as the weeks went by, things continued.
The clock in the kitchen would periodically jumpoff the wall and land on the refidgerator 3 feets away, never once did it hit the ground. The T.V. and Stereo would turn on by them selves tunded to a station with nothing but static. Three to four times a week we would hear scratching noises on the east side of the house, and there were no bushes or trees on that side. My little sister and I would every so often hear someone moving around in the upstairs closet when no one else was up there. My parents however thought this was just all our imaginations, until one night.
My sister Kina and I, along with two other of my sisters, were up in her part of the loft one night (which was on the East side of the house) watching T.V. We started to hear music from the music boxes on the other side of the loft where my other two sisters beds were. They decided to go see what was going on and as soon as they turned the corner by the stairs, that is when it happened.
From outside Kinas window a voice called out to her, in a scratchy whisper, it called her name over and over. By the time it called her name the 3rd time we were already heading down the stairs, followed by my other two sisters. They were running because as they got to the music boxes, it stopped playing.
We ran to our dad and after telling him what happened he decided to go check it out. We followed him up the stairs to the window all of us moving as one. But you could have heard a pin dropped with the silence that followed him opening the curtains. On the window was two smeared handprints on the outside and hanging from the beam of the roof was a noose. My dad thought someone had tried to break in and called the police.
After they arrived and checked the house and the surrounding property, they found nothing. They told my dad that no one could have gotten to that side of the house from the outside, only from the inside was it possible. That is when they informed my dad what had occured at the house years before. It seemed that the owners, prior to the one we got the house from, had a teenage daughter. One day when they had come home early they discovered her body swinging from a noose from that very window, and on the outside of the window was two smeared hand prints. Thats all my dad needed to hear. We moved out that week, realizing that for some reason she was still there and did not want any other children in that house.
From time to time I go by that House in Cypress and alway get the feeling something is watching me. But to this day when I hear something outside the window I hesitate to look, in fear something may be looking back.
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