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Date: Thu, 17 Sep 1998 10:56:26 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Gabrielle
email gabofpa@aol.com
In 1986, I lost twin boys at 7 1/2 months. For years, I would see light flashes and always felt their presence. In 1991, I was living in a very old house in the historic section of the city. All wood floors. My step-daughter, Chelsea, 3 yrs old was visiting along with my niece and nephew. I had asked my husband to take them to the playgound 2 blocks away to play while I got a shower. While I was upstairs showering, I could hear running and giggling. I turned off the shower and yelled out to my husband in anger, because he was supposed to take them to the playground. He did not answer. I looked out the window and they were not in site. I turned the shower back on, and once again, heard the running and giggling. Only this time, I could feel the impact of the feet through the floor. I again yelled out, but no one was around. When I finished showering and getting dressed, my husband and the kids came through the front door. I scolded my husband for not doing as I aske! ! d as he promised he would take them. He insisted that he did, and they were just getting back. My niece and nephew went home that night; Chelsea stayed over. We took her home the next day. Later that evening, I received a call from her mother. She asked if we had company over night. I told her that we did not. She said that Chelsea told her that there she was playing with two little boys in her bedroom the night before! I contacted a medium, she instructed me in what I could do to set them free, and it seemed to have worked. I have since moved, and have had different experiences, and have erie photos of what appears to be several ghosts. They don't really take the form of a human. They are more like bright round lights and in some cases, large clouds of smoke, sometimes in the shape of a horseshoe.
Date: Sun, 20 Sep 1998 11:49:30 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Liza
email lizanic@hotmail.com
story It began when we moved into the neighborhood on August 12th, 1998. Burrs Mill Estates was a large, spread out neighborhood located deep in the pine barrens in a sleepy town called Southampton, in NJ. It began on the second night of our stay, at exactly ten o'clock. Loud, strange music echoed through the neighborhood, ethnic music with bongo drums, circus-like keyboard music, and men wailing strangely in minor keys. My dad got out of bed and went outside to try and find the source of the strange rhythms. He found another family that was out looking for it too, but try as they might, they could not find the source, and they looked at every single house. The next day, as I told my friends Erica about it, she nodded and told me that that music has been a mystery for years. She and other people THINK they know where it's coming from, and showed me a modern house on a corner. I accepted this until I got home and told my mom. She said there was no way, because, being ! ! a professor of music, she knew the difference between live and recorded music, and this was definatley live, and so loud that if it really was coming from that house it would be earth-shattering when anyone walked by it, and my dad gave no reports of being blasted when he walked by it. Sometime me and erica are going to find out what really happened in this neighborhood to cause the "ghost music." I am submitting this story because I would like some replies on what I should do, and maybe some ideas about it. Thanks, Liza. E-mail me at lizanic@hotmail.com. Thanks.
Date: Mon, 21 Sep 1998 09:26:07 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Amanda Martin
email amartin@futurenet.bc.ca
story It happend about 6 years ago at my friends house. I was spending the night and we were sitting in the living room playing nintendo when I asked my friend what time it was. So she got up and went to the kitchen to check the time, when she was gone i felt something pass by me and I thought it was my friend so I asked her "did you find out the time?" I was glued to the t.v playing nintendo of course. When nobody answered me i turned around and saw this figure of white. I gasped and ran into the kitchen looking for my friend i told her what happend and she said, "Ya my house is haunted cuz the other night i was here alone, and i was sitting in the living room watching t.v when i heard something coming up the stairs. I thought my parents were home. So I yelled, 'Hi mom' and nobody was their." She told me that's why she asked me to spend the night to see if i would see anything strange like that. This story is true believe it or not is swear on my grandmothers' gra! ! ve.
Date: Tue, 22 Sep 1998 20:51:46 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Arificial Human #8
email jedite40@hotmail.com
story Baby's Arm.
This is an unusual experiance because it happened to me at school in class. But let me tell ya, it scared the living crap outta me.
It happened in class to me one day. I was reading a novel I had bought to class when a tiny arm, like the arm of a baby reached out and grasped my forearm, then it disappeared suddenly. I can still feel the grasp of the hand. It felt warm, like somthing alive. Nobody in my class had arms that small. this was specifically like the arm of a very small child. But ghosts of babies don't usually hang around schools. To this day I don't know what the hell happened. maybe it was reaching out to me because it thought I was the only one who could sense it. Poor little tyke, it really pains me to think of the ghost of a baby trapped in limbo, and in a school nontheless. I hope someday sombody sets it free.
Date: Tue, 22 Sep 1998 21:51:49 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Artificial Lifeform #8
email jedite40@hotmail.com
story Touched by a Devil.
A funny name for a not so funny experiance. I've had alot of weird stuff happen to me, and this wasn up there with some of the worst. It happened about seven years ago, when I was living in a trailer, which oddly until then was devoid of parinormal goings on. I shared a room with my little brother, with me getting the top bunk. Well, one night somthing seemed odd. I could hear creepy music playing out of nowhere. Now if there's one thing that seems to be common with these paranormal occurances in my life its the strange music that starts up before somthing eerie happens. I tried to ignore it when WHUMP! I felt as well as heard two hands clomp down on my back really hard! I could hear my little brother snoring away, it was not him. I passed out on the spot. I don't know what the hell it was. This was definitely not like the experiance with the infants ghost. This thing was malicious and wanted to do me harm. I'm always reminded of why I sleep on my stomach when st! ! uff like this happens, would you want to wake up face to face with god knows what?!
P.S.: There's somthing going on in my kitchen right now, either the cats have gotten into mischeif, or sombody is less than pleased that I'm writing this. The last time I wrote in, I was punished severely by the dark forces that haunt me. Lets just say they hit me where it hurt.
Date: Fri, 25 Sep 1998 13:36:37 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname *melissa*
email dandelion5@aol.com
story I feel very strange submitting this as I tended to not believe those "and then I found out ______" stories until this event happened to me.
A few years ago, my mom & step-dad moved our family to a home in Indian Valley, Virginia. It was an old house & was strange in the fact that there were 2 doors that had been removed & closed up with new wall-board & wooden siding (but it obviously hadn't been redone well since we could tell something had been removed). It was also just a creepy house in general but that's another story. About five feet to the left of the house was a root cellar. It wasn't attached to the house like most root cellars, and was very small & dug into the mountain side. For some reason it was a very frightening place to all of us except our step-dad. My mother didn't go into it & when my sister & I would be going home, espescially in the evening, we would run past it. I was absolutely terrified to go past it alone in the evening, and would go far out of my way to approach the house from the other side of the hill.
Even the older guys would not go into the rootcellar alone. After my step-dad deserted us (cuz he was an ass), my mother had some of the neighbourhood teens & one of their fathers clean it out. They were pretty freaked & would not let the door be shut while they were in there & just really let it be known that they were getting the creeps from the place. Now these are not the type of men to let it be known they are freaked out, they were very macho types.
We never really thought about why we were frightened of the root cellar, we just accepted it as something that was. When we finally were getting ready to move my grandmother was talking to a man that lived down the road about the area & the house. She mentioned how creepy the rootcellar was & the man told her that his brother had hung himself in there. My grandma didn't tell us this until we'd finished moving so we wouldn't be scared. But when she told us it just made so much sense, given the vibes the place gave off. It wasn't a ghost but there was definetely a presence.
Date: Wed, 30 Sep 1998 13:58:37 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Jess
email Juniper693@aol.com
story Well, to start off i will say that all my life i have been, i guess in contact with the other side. i could tell many of my experiences but the one i will choose is the one that i am currently experiencing. i have lived in my current house for 5 years. when i first lived here not many things happened but as time went on i started hearing children and the voices of people. i was sort of scared at first because that is a natural reaction but then i relized how sad the situation is because they are little children trapped between worlds. they will always call for there mother during thunderstorms. i believe that i have seen a little girl in my front yard late at night, while letting my dog out. i stood there and stared her for a few second then my dog started running after her and she sort of just disappeared. every night when i go to bed i hear voices and i am not the only one. My brother and his soon to be wife both heard the children one night durning a horrible thunder! ! storm. My grandmother has also heard them. she is deaf and at night time when she sleeps she takes out her hearing aids. my sister and i both heard the children the same night she did. when we came downstairs the next morning, she asked us, did you girls have little kids over last night cause i though i saw and here some running around. that scared us a little too. my mother has also heard the children. i recentally found out that where is live is known to be haunted by many people. there was a family on my street that died. all of them. the husband wife and daughter they all died of heartattaks. the people in the house that i live in were best freinds with the people that died. i also found out that a battle during the french and indian war took place on the land that we all, in the neighborhood live on. one more thing, supposedly (no facts to base this on) ghost haunt this stream that goes all through my town, that stream is in my backyard. i just found out about all these ! ! things within the past three days so i am rather excited. thats my story!
Date: Sun, 4 Oct 1998 20:45:08 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous
story My story took place when I was eight. My friend and I were deep into ghosts, monsters, and legends. We weren't the average eight years olds who were afraid of the dark, we actually liked the dark because it was easier to get scared in the dark. For Christmas, I received a Oujii Board and we couldn't wait to use it. We asked for spritis to come and show themselves, but after several tries and no sprits (so we thought), we gave up.
We left the board out with the pointer still positioned on it and proceeded to play Barbies in my new three-story Barbie dream house with elevator. In order to work the elevator, you had to pull a string that ran along the side. In our play, we pretended that one of the dolls was a ghost the haunted a family. We were at the peek of our play when suddenly my noise clamoured house became suddenly quiet. My friend and I immediately noticed the change. We looked at each other with wide eyes for a few moments and decided to go investigate. No sooner than we had dropped our dolls, than my doll house elevator began to move up and down all by itself! We froze as it was taking place, but when the elevator stopped on the second floor (something that couldn't have been done without SOMEONE holding the string there) we screamed and ran.
I put away my Oujii Board for good after that night, but the doll house remained standing. It wasn't until it was moved into my room that the problems started. Sometimes I was awakened out of sound sleep by the the crashing of my doll house to the floor. It never stayed standing for more than two nights. The doll house was removed from my room after way too many sleepless nights.
Over active imagination of an eight year old? Perhaps, but consider this:
ALL OCCURENCES ENDED AFTER BOTH OUJII AND DOLL HOUSE WERE DESTROYED!!!!! HMMMMMMMMM??????
From: "Katie Phillips" (lisyas@hotmail.com)
To: ghost-discuss@aurora.cdb.com
Subject: Bertha's farewell
Date: Sat, 06 Feb 1999 16:28:36 PST
When I met my ex-husband, his mother was already dying of cancer. She'd first been diagnosed about 10 or 15 years prior, gone into remission, and come out again. This particular round had been going on for about 4 years. She had initially been reluctant to see her doctor because of a very traumatic experience she'd had with her previous doctor. In the end, her hesitancy cost her precious time. An early diagnosis might have saved her, but by the time she went to the doctor, the cancer had spread. When I knew her she had tumors in her stomach, liver, lungs, and brain.
About a week before she passed, her mother (she was in her 40's-very young to die) placed her in an in-patient hospice unit. Her son (now my ex-) was taking an early afternoon nap. In a dream he saw her come up to him, wave at him, and slowly walk away. He was roused from the dream by the phone ringing. She had just slipped into a coma. She never came out of it. We went to the hospital, and if I've ever seen a human shell, that's what her body was. You could tell by looking at it that the soul that animated it had moved on. The body ceased to live a few hours later. She never came out of that coma.
I think, perhaps she was trying to make it easier on him. He'd never experienced the death of a loved one before, and for his first experience to be his mother, I think that made the whole thing that much more difficult. I'm not sure he's ever gotten over it, and that happened 8 years ago.
-Katie
Date: Mon, 5 Oct 1998 14:20:49 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous
story My girlfriend and I were babysitting her 2 cousins at her aunts home. Her aunts home just happened to be the apartment behind a funeral home. Well it was late one night, the two girls were sleeping when one jumped out of bed sceaming "The Man, he's gonna kill me!" Well we told her she was just having a bad dream and to go back to bed, eventually she fell back asleep. Another hour or so goes by and we (for some strange reason) were both looking at the wall in front of us when a large wave went through the wall from the kitchen to the girls bedroom, we got a little spooked but figured it was just our imagination and tried to forget about it, but what ever this was did not let us. In the girls room it seemed almost as though there was a disco ball in there, lights were flashing without light bulbs, the dresser started shaking, the older girl (5 at the time) woke up screaming "The Man The Man" but odly enough the younger girl (3 at the time) slept through the whole thi! ! ng as if nothing was going on. Well after that we packed up the girls and took them to my house, where everything is pretty much normal. The next day we had a physic go to the apartment, she said there were 2 spirits, one was a kind younger women, the other was a man, this physic really couldn't tell us to much about them but before this happened I did not believe in ghosts or life after death or any of that stuff, but you can believe that I willnever doubt anyone's ghost storis again.
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