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Date: Fri, 17 Oct 1997 17:47:03 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Jehnna
email jehnna@geocities.com
I have seen and 'felt' numerous ghosts.
The first was a white robed monk which I saw when I was about five years old. It had a very large hood and sleeves, and it seemed to know that I was watching it. It does go into mre detail than this, but I am trying to conserve space!
I saw my dog as a ghost, 'before' he died, and smelt something weird in my bedroom. I also couldn't see my digital clock when I would wake in a sweat, and turn to look at the time.
My husband started to haunt me when he died five years ago. He tapped on the bedroom window from "outside", and when I went to look, no-one was there. (no, there weren't any trees outside at all)! He also made the tree plant I have move when there was no breeze, and messed my bed up after I made it every morning.
If you wish for more detail, on these and any other experiences I have had, please let me know, otherwise I could go on forever!!!
From: "GLEN BOURGEOIS" (egb3977@umoncton.ca)
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Date: Mon, 20 Oct 1997 19:34:49 -0400 AST
Subject: The Moving Cup
Hey there,
I guess you could say just about anyone knows about something that happened that can only be explained by means of the paranormal... Except me, I guess. But that's not counting all I think happened all those years ago, when I was a kid. I'll try to work on remembering those, but until then, two friends who just stumbled upon me perusing your webpage started telling me stuff either they had experienced themselves, or someone they knew well (and not a friend of a friend) had had happen to them. Here's the first...
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Down in Abram-Village, Prince-Edward-Island (Canada), there's an old house that still stands today. Some say the house is 200 years old, but I can't confirm that right now, nor can I confirm if anyone is there at the moment. The last people I (or rather, she, I'm typing down what she says) heard about anyone staying over there was back in the late Eighties, when a young couple were living there. It wasn't a dark and stormy night, no people flew through the walls, but one incident happened one afternoon that is worthy of note.
The husband of the two was sitting on the couch, just relaxing, while his wife tinkered about in the kitchen, fixing a pot of coffee. Arriving into the living room, she put down a cup for her husband, on his side of a table. He'd take a sip, and his attention soon focused to something else, until he'd go back for his cup, only to notice it wasn't on his side of the table but at the other end. Reaching for it, he'd take a sip and promptly forget about it, thinking his wife was playing a prank on him. After two times of this, he raised his gaze to see his cup slowly moving away from him, gliding on the table.
Of course, when this happens to you, you tend to get a bit curious and start keeping an ear open around town to hear if something odd had happened at that house. One of the neighbors had been around for awhile, and during a conversation, his neighbor mentions the elderly couple who had lived there before them. The man of the house was arthritic, and his wife would torment him by putting his cup of (tea or coffee, I'm not sure) as far away from him on the same table while he'd be sitting in the living room. Nothing had happened to the neighbor in question, nor did anything ever happen again to the couple who saw that cup move.
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I just found out the second story to be a fake, while I was typing this one in. I guess I'm not the only one who doesn't have a true ghost story on the tip of my conscious mind. At least this one is real. And if I can remember the stuff that happened to me while I was a kid, I'll be sure to share. (I was never really that comfortable, at my house or elsewhere. Often labelled a scaredy cat, I always thought there was more to it than that. How can you stay scared of the same thing for years on end? And when I wasn't, then it was my sister's turn.)
Ah, well, Glen Bourgeois
Date: Tue, 4 Nov 1997 14:24:38 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
My story happened about six years ago. My family and I lived in an old, big house in a small town. The main floor has a lot of windows stretching around the living room and dining room. One night my mom and I walking through the dining room and the lights were off. However, the light outside our window was on which cast the shadows of the trees onto our window. Since there were only two trees on that side of the house it was easy to see everything else in our driveway. I looked over to the window, and I noticed a very distinct shadow of a man hunched over like he was tip toeing outside our window. The shadow was very clear and normal size, suggesting that the man ws directly next to the windo. I was frightened, I didn't know who would be creeping around our neighborhood. My mom yanked the cord to draw the curtains open when the figure was about half way across the window...only to find absolutely nothing out there.
Date: Mon, 17 Nov 1997 10:38:10 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname darla
email sureman@iland.net
I have a (ghost) living in my house. I think it is a little boy. My two children talk with it and play with it.On halloween my husband was sitting on our couch and my daughters candy was sitting on the back of the couch,it moved. The next morning my daughter just woke up and she had a sucker I ask her where she got it she said the little boy gave it to her.
One day I was sitting in the chair and (someone) knocked on my door, I got up to answer it and there was no one there but as soon as I turned my back my keys moved from one side of the table to the other. Not thirty seconds later bells rang in my mother-in-laws room and she has no bells in her room. Evernight when I come home my frontroom and frontporch lights are on.
My mother-in-law is dying of canser andi figure if this little (ghost) wants to stay here he can help me. So everynight I ask him if anything goes wrong with my mother-in-law would he somehow tell my husband or my self.
It may be hard to believe but its true.
Date: Tue, 18 Nov 1997 01:48:14 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
email Mendez, B. SRA, 393BS/MAF
This story is probably true, although it happened to my best friend not me.
The ghost of the living dog
My friend is orginally from Nevil Island PA. She lived there most of her life until she was about 13, when she moved to our town Avella, PA. Well my friend told me of a time when she was home alone with her mother and her dog. (In Nevil Island) and she sat in the door way of the pantry with her dog on her lap petting it and as she turned to the living room she seen the same dog walk passed her, in shock she looked down and she was still petting the dog on her lap and it had never left!!!!!
Have you ever heard of this before?
Date: Wed, 26 Nov 1997 14:46:51 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Angela
email angie_kitty@hotmail.com
I used to work in a nursing home, and I sometimes felt "creepy" in certain rooms, as many people had died in them over the years. I asked the R.N. on my shift if he ever felt the same, half-expecting him to laugh at me, being the pretty normal and down to earth guy that he is. However, I was pretty interested to find out that he did, and had some experiences to relay.
For example, not where we worked, but at a hospital where he had worked earlier in his career, there was one about the "posessed lady."
Here goes: One night he was working at some hospital along with some other nurses, and this old woman came wildly screaming out of her room. After the staff tried to calm her, she basically cursed them, spat, screamed, etc. and had to be carried physically back to her room. Here is the wierd thing, she weighed like 90 lbs., and not just one person could handle her. 3 of the staff (men) weighing over 200 lbs. each had to carry her back to her room. My nurse friend said that when this woman jerked her body, all four of them would sway and stumble several feet! When they took her back to her room, all the while spewing out stuff in other languages, she had to be tied down in her bed. (These were the "old days") After my nurse friend left the room with the others to ponder what in the world just happened, he said that he heard a snap, and the woman had broken off her restraints. She had this amazing strength, and began screaming in this deep man's voice. He said that he was totally freaked out, at this point, and thaught that he had seen her levitate.
After giving this lady some kind of shot, she went to sleep. He then asked the others who were working that night if they thaught that she was posessed. They just lauhed, and after that, used to tease him about her being his girlfriend.
Weird, huh?
Date: Wed, 26 Nov 1997 20:17:41 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Kandis
email Kaptbabe4@aol.com
This is a very simple story. I am a housekeeper by trade. One day my brother and I were working at the home of a regular client.
We were both in the basement working when we both heard some one walking across the floor upstairs. I yell up, "Hello?!".
There was no answer. My brother doesn't work with me on a regular basis so he suggested that I go up first so as not to startle(sp) anyone. I went up ahead of my brother only to find and empty house with both doors closed. I looked at my brother to make sure we had both heard the "intruder". We had indeed.
I later asked my client about it. She was not surprised. "It happens all the time. We're just used to it I suppose." Hummmmmm.
From: angellilly@webtv.net (kimberly mitchell)
Date: Thu, 14 May 1998 16:03:38 -0400
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Guinea pig ghost
This is a rather peculiar story in that the ghost I encountered was my pet guinea pig named "Squeaky". Poor Squeaky died suddenly one night after becoming ill for some unknown reason. We were very close and I cried for hours when he died. I held an animal funeral with my two dogs and cat in attendence.
The day after the funeral, I woke up to hear the unmistakable squeak of my pet guinea pig trying to wake me up. I brushed it off as a dream and went about my day. However, the sqeaking did not stop! Every time I went upstairs where Squeaky once lived, I would hear loud squeaking that no doubt was my deceased pet. Each time this happened I would doubt what I heard until one day I had a friend over for a visit who knew about my guinea pig dying, but not about the continued squeaking. She too heard the noises coming from upstairs and said, "I thought your guiea pig died". I asked her if she heard the noise too and she said she had. I then explained that Sqeaky had died but maybe he wanted to say good-bye. I never heard his squeak again.
Date: Thu, 11 Dec 1997 19:34:21 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
email jheim@gunder.com
Earlier this year a friend and I went camping in her RV. She slept in the cab over section, I was on the converted bed near the floor. Sometime during the night I was awakened by the noise of our hosts' dog fighting with their cat. I listened to this for awhile and tossed, trying to get some more sleep. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed movement towards the back of the RV (there was a full moon and the inside of the camper was quite illuminated). I thought it was my friend in the bathroom so I didn't think much of it. However, this apparition (best description) started walking towards me and I could make out the face as clear as day - it was not my friend. This apparition looked at me, locked eyes with me and the hair raised on the back of my neck. I shouted "hey!" not knowing what else to do and the figure backed up and blinked out, no fading or anything, just blinked out. I was thoroughly shaken, and the few I have told this tale to said I "was just dream! ! ing" and scoffed. However, I know I was fully awake, had been for some time and I know what I saw. Surprisingly, I was not scared, it was more of a thrill and a sense of wonderment.
Date: Sun, 14 Dec 1997 19:58:20 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Jennifer
email ImpGoddess@aol.com, ImpGoddess@hotmail.com
Another wierd experience....
One of my friends(T.J.) when I was younger lived with his grandfather in this really old, gorgeous victorian. I used to visit there often (I was pretty rebelious and would sneak over there when I didnt want to be at home). Now there are very few things that I have phobias of. One is clowns and the other is flying.
Occasionally I spent nights at the house and would sleep in the second bed in TJs room (it was actually a guest room that was never redecorated when TJ moved in). On the wall facing the bed I usually slept in was this smiling clown figure. When ever I slept over I would either set it outside the room or turn it so taht it was facing the wall. If I put it in the hall I would wake up each morning with it on the bedside table. If I turned it to the wall it would be facing me in the morning.
There were many magazines on the desk on the opposite side of the room. Many times when I walked by a breeze would blow one or more of these magazines open and always to a page where a plane was pictured. Once I awoke to a magazine at the foot of my bed. It was open to a story of a plane crash.
Other strange things happened in the house. Like a heavy trunk that was in the attick would be found in the middle of the den. Another time a picture of TJs dead grandmother was found in the middle of the living room floor, where she used to set her chair to read.
We never really figured out what the reasons for these things were. Maybe we just had a mischievious ghost. TJs grandfather always thought it was his dead wife getting bored of the after life:)
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