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Date: Tue, 6 Oct 1998 02:39:35 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Michelle
email moonsstarr@aol.com
Well theres a place here in Harrisburg,PA and its called Mummy's Hill. It's a cemetary. It's in the woods and u have to walk up a hill to get to it. It's a favorite spot of mine and some friends, its a lovely place to hike. Well one night when we went up we stated to get a very wierd feeling, like we always do but this time the feeling was stronger. My friend and I started to get scared and we had never gotton scared we had always felt comfortable there. So we decided to listen to our gut and get out fast. As we were leaving we saw this big, bright ball of white light. And it went right through us. I was so scared i couldn't move.
My friend and I had always "felt" that the spirit at Mummy's Hill was a female, and now we have that feeling even stronger. I dont know what it was but i know it was something special and I also have a feeling that it needs something. I dont know.
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Date: Wed, 7 Oct 1998 00:43:48 EDT
Subj: Re: Ghost Story of the Day
From: rhysati@hotmail.com (SaRaH GiBBS)
I have a ghost story that ties into the ouija board theme. Our town has a small theator which was very active in the 20s but burnt down, and it was recently restored and opened to the public. one of the first preformances was the musical "Bye Bye Birdie" which i had a part in. the other performers and i were all very stereotypical of the theator set, very dramatic and stuff, so we decided it would be fun to have a lock in to start off the rehersal period, and to try and contact former actors with a ouija board for fun(we were mostly non believers) at the lock in we ended up splitting into two differnt groups, one below the stage and one in the lobby, i was in the lobby, each group had a board and separately tried to contact "Charlie" the ghost who supposedly haunted the theator, i do not know how Charlie came to inhabit the theator, some said he perished in the fire, some said he hung himself on an opening night, and others claimed he fell from the balcony. nothing unusual happened during the actual seance, most of which consisted of skeptical teens manipulating the board to say what they wanted it to say, until suddenly the other group came running onstage screaming that they had contacted something and that it was going to kill them, when we investigated we found that all the mirrors in the dressing areas had been shattered, at first we blamed the group that had been down there, but then the stage lights snapped on, the sound booth was locked and we could all see, when standing on the stage, that it was empty, yet the lights, which could only be moved by a human hand were moving back and forth, as we watched, the spotlight snapped on as well and swayed back and forth. this went on for about five minutes and then stopped. even though most of us wanted to leave immediately, the bravest (or dumbest) amoung us convinced us to stay, and nothing else happened that night. however, most of the members of the cast experienced further unexplained occurences. my personal experience had me alone in the theator for some reason, builing sets, i had gone to the bathroom when all the lights turned off and i heard the sound of a little girl giggling, at first i thought it was one of the cast members, but when i got out of the bathroom (i am very afraid of the dark) no one was there.
i know that there are very easy explanations to the occurences, but i truly think we stirred something up, and that it is still there. needless to say, that night caused a lot of new rules to be made, one of them forbidding the use of ouija boards in the theator
rhys
Date: Sat, 10 Oct 1998 19:00:04 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname kayle
email firepsycho@hotmail.com
story When i was very young, around the age of 3 or 4(i am now 13) i could always see or hear people that did not actually exist. Of course everybodys heard of "imaginary friends" right? And i am sure the majority of us had one when we where young, either because you didnt have many friends, or because your friends where all much older than you, therfore you couldn't do as much as they did, example:crossing the street by yourself, or staying up late etc. Well in my case, I lived on a street with a lot of kids, but i was the youngest. So, I had an imaginary friend. Her name was Jennifer, she had long blond hair and the bluest eyes i had ever seen. I would often talk to her as if she were a real human being, My mother can recall me laughing and having entire conversations with her. When I reached the age of 6, I had moved to another home and made alot of friends my age, Jennifer dissapeard, forever. This isn't the end of my story. When I would go to visit my grand-mother who lived on a farm, I would stand at the edge of her driveway and here people calling my nam! ! e, they sounded so distant, so muffled. Then at night, I would sleep in the basement, and i could see figures starting to appear and they would become clearer and clearer until I could see them perfectly, I could see a poker table, with men in pin striped suits sitting around it. There was about 5 or 6 of them. They would smoke cigars, drink martinis and socialise. I take that they where gangsters. I would be so frightened that I would sit in the bed and cry and cry, until one night they started talking me. All I could remembre was that they where telling me that it was ok, and that they meant no harm. After that night, they dissapeard. I don't know why I saw these non-existant beings, I don't see them any more, But I talked to a friend about it and she said that spirits are drawn to young children, so thats my opinion. I don't see these beings anymore, this is just all from my memory.
Date: Sun, 11 Oct 1998 10:34:34 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Chris
email filter769@hotmail.com
story This story takes place on old Cape Cod. My family and I moved into a house that was, for the most part, on the beach, as well as haunted by the previous owner's late husband. One night, about a year or two after we bought the place, I was sleeping in my room. I heard footsteps coming up the basement steps. I thought nothing of it. Then, slowly, my bedroom door started to open. Ok, now I was just a little scared. Then, as I looked to see who was opening the door, I saw that no one was there! I was freaked, so, being younger, I hid under the covers of my bed. As I peeked my head out, there was the face of an old man, STARING ME RIGHT IN THE FACE!!! I screamed like a banchee, and he disappeared. After that, I got pretty used to him coming in some times, he wasn't a mean ghost or anything, just a nice old man looking at who the kid was sleeping in his guest room.
Date: Sun, 11 Oct 1998 13:54:52 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous
story This story is not really good but I hope it is interesting. My best frien ,Raven, and his parents ran a small dance hall in my hometown before it closed. They also lived there and sometimes he would invite me to watch a movie with him.
Here's the odd part. One night he invited me over and we turned on a movie and started to relax. We watched the first tape of the series and took a break. We went to the snack bar to get munchies and I heard a thumping from his room. I thought that it was his cat so I went to get it. My friend was a neat freak and his room reflected this so when I went into the darkened room and tripped I was surprised. I had been in there earlier, talking on the CB and hadn't noticed anything out of place. I flipped on the light and saw that his CB setup had been moved about 20 feet. This freaked me out 'cause the thing was a concoction of 80 lbs of metal and wire. I looked up and saw a blob DISSAPPEAR into the wall. I screamed, and ran, and paniced. I must have looked like I was about to pass out because he took me out to his car. I told him what ha happened and he said that he had noticed it too. Voices coming from the CB when it was off, things moving by themselves, and the cat would n! ! ot go into the back room closet. I don't know anything about the buildings history but I know that Raven , my friend , Sonya, and I all see things in that building at around 10:40 at night. And only when there are two or fewer people.
Date: Wed, 14 Oct 1998 10:55:24 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Roy
email roy.carrillo@sagate1.kelly.af.mil
I few years ago, my dad pasted away. He always told us that when he ever died, he would come back and visit it us once he got settled in the other world. I told him jokingly, how would I know it was him or someone else. He told me that if one day, I were to smell cologne that he always put on, that would be him. I just laugh it off. Anyway, not long after he pasted away did I awoke early in the morning smelling that same cologne that my dad use to wear. I was reaping in it. I felt the bed move and I suddenly heard a very faint sigh.. I felt like something heavy was getting off my bed. My dad was a heavy set man. I was to scared to move but then I realize that it was my dad trying to tell me that it was him. I then heard footsteps moving away from my room and down the hall. I heard noises coming from the kitchen. The refrigerator door opening and closing. My dad use to visit and stay with me once in awhile. He always liked to raid my refrigerator at night while I w! ! as asleep. After a few minutes, I was able to move and walk toward the kitchen. At that time, I heard a conversation between two people coming from the room he use to sleep in. I could not make out the conversation because they were talking too fast and sounded like it was coming from a tunnel. At first I was too scared to say anything, then I thought I should try and speak to my dad. All at once before I could say anything, the conversation stopped. I could still smell the cologne all over my body. I could see a large black shadow moving towards me from the bedroom. I couldn't make out the face but I knew it was my dad. He stood there for a few seconds and then he disappeared. At that moment, the smell from the cologne was gone. That same morning, I called my brother and told him was I had experienced. He told me that approximately the same time, he also heard a noise in his bedroom and then a bright light lited up the room. That was the last time I ever saw my d! ! ad again. I still hear the noises in the kitchen and the footstep in the hall, but I never smelled his cologne again.
Date: Wed, 14 Oct 1998 22:23:00 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous
story I am a Civil War reenactor and I was recently in Gettysburg PA. for the 135th Anniversary re-enactment.
Supposedly Gettysburg has many haunted places and I always wanted to see a ghost there. After the reenactment battle each day, my buddies and I would wander to the battlefield in the evening in the hopes of sighting a ghost. Our efforts were fruitless. On July 4, 1998 I went to bed at the re-enactment site after the usual campfire discussion with friends. The night was unusually cold for July and I huddled under my wool blanket in order to stay warm. My tent mate was asleep next to me and everything appeared to be normal. At about 4:00 am I awoke to the sensation that someone was shaking my leg, trying to wake me up. I called to my tent mate to stop, but he was sound asleep next to me....under a blanket. I sat up and felt a rustling in the straw next to me. I had just woken up, but at this point I realized that I may be having a paranormal experience. As the movement went towards the front of the tent a figure appeared before me, right outside the tent flaps. I looked up to see a Confederate soldier staring at me. I can plainly remember his face and uniform as if it were a real person. The apparition had a slight bluish tint to it and the man was dirty with torn trousers and a scruffy beard. After about five seconds the ghost turned around and disappeared about ten feet away. I found out later that the place where we were camped was near a Confederate field hospital during and after the battle.
Date: Thu, 15 Oct 1998 15:56:54 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous
story A friend of mine told me about your web site and I must say that I really enjoy all of the stories. I thought I would share a story that was told to me by my grandmother. We both believe in ghosts and I think she knew that I would appreciate what she was about to tell me. My grandmother's sister (my great aunt) use to llive in New York, while my grandmother and their mother (my great grandmother) lived in Maryland. One night, my great aunt was reading a book in her bed before going to sleep. She says that something made her look up. When she did, she saw the image of my great grandmother (her mother) standing in the doorway. My great grandmother just smiled and faded away. My great aunt didn't think anything of it, dismissing it as just being tired and her mother being in her thoughts. A couple of weeks later, my great aunt was visiting my great grandmother in Maryland. My great grandmother asked her if she remembered when she visited her. My great aunt said, "Sure, Mom, you and Sis have visited me often." My great grandmother said "No, I mean the time when you were reading in your bed." Needless to say, my great aunt got the chills, but she remembered. My great grandmother said "Good. I have visited you often, but you have nevered seen me. I just like to check on you and make sure you are okay."
Date: Sun, 18 Oct 1998 18:05:46 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Sarah Secreto
email ena@telusplanet.net
story My mom told me this story, I know it's true. One Warm night, in the summer of '82, my parents went to bed late. Probably around one in the morning. They had shut off the lights, and snuggled in under a light blanket. They had been in bed in the dark for no more than ten minutes when a women spoke to them. Actually all she said was, "Stewart."
That's my dad's name. My dad was half asleep and thought my mom had said it. My mom was immediatly spooked. My dad said,"What?" Of course my mom told him,"Ii didn't say that!" They both sat up in bed and turned on the lamp. No one was there and nothing else occured. My parents say they didn't recognise the voice that came from the area infront of the bed. To this day my moms swears this actually happened.
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