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Date: Tue, 1 Dec 1998 01:21:37 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Jess
email Alisaunde@aol.com
story When I was a toddler, my aunts had a very close girlfriend named Janet. Janet was young and pretty and very popular in the small town inMichigan where I was born.
Unfortunately, she was murdered in a particularly gruesome way ( I think she had been raped as well) long before I could have any distinct memories of her. This was in the early 70s.
My family told me that Janet used to love to hold and play with me when I was a baby...she was pretty young at the time, perhaps late teens-early twenties. I never remembered her but her name always stuck in the back of my as I grew up.
Some 20 yrs later, my husband and I went back to my hometown to visit relatives. We decided to stop at the cemetyery where my grandmother was buried so I could pay my respects before we took our long car ride back west to our home. We left in the evening and as we approached the cemetery it was pitch black.
I wasnt scared at all and was determined to say "bye" to my grandma before we left. Only problem was it was so dark that I could not see my way to find her grave stone in the cemetery without a flashlight.
I took a flashlight and my hubby took one and we went to search for my grandmother's stone. I felt a cold chill come over me as I walked about the cemetery, not really looking at the stones around me.
All of a sudden the chill became intense and I happened to glance down at the beam of light from my flashlight--it was centered on a stone directly at my feet--Janet's.
I kinda feel she was saying hello to me, after all those years--I do not recall feeling frightened at all, just kinda chilly.
Date: Fri, 4 Dec 1998 18:11:16 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous
story This was back in 1994 and I was about 21, living in my first apartment. I had a roommate, but she was gone for the weekend. In this apartment, our bedrooms didn't have any windows.
So, it was always really dark in there. This made it excellent for sleeping in on weekends. Anyway, it was a Saturday morning and I was awake, lying in my bed thinking about getting up, but not quite ready to. I was facing the wall, with my back to the doorway. ( The door was closed.)
All of a sudden, I felt a presence. Just like somebody had walked right into my room. I was too scared to roll over and look so I just kept still in the same position. Then I felt fingers gently brush the hair on my forhead and tuck my hair behind my ear. It actually felt very good. It seemed gentle and loving. I didn't feel scared then, just in awe. I rolled over and no one was standing there and the door to the room was still closed. I decided to get up and go on with my day. I wasn't scared. I actually felt quite peaceful. I never felt the presence again and never told my roommate about the incident. We never experienced any unusual activity before or after that. We both moved out a year and a half later.
Staci
Date: Sun, 6 Dec 1998 16:48:22 -0800 (PST)
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yourname Jaime
email JamSam24@.aol.com
story It was a sunny day and my friend and I went to my grandparents. My parents were there but they were upstairs. We had gone downstairs to play. I am not sure what time it was but, it was in the afternoon.There are 3 parts to my grandmothers basement.There is a part where you can work out and the stairs that lead up.On the right side is a couch and chair. Hooked on to that is the laundry room. There is no walls in between all of these rooms but a little opening in the work room. You can't see in though because there is a red drape hanging. On the left side is a bed and T.V. My friend and I were sitting on the couch and we heard footsteps coming from the laundry room. We though it was our imagination and laughed about it. Then we heard it again. This time we went to look. We went in and we saw a little ghost that looked like casper!! It had black beady eyes and he just looked at me. I thought it was my imagination but, when it left the bucket that it was behind rattled back! ! and forth! We looked behind the bucket and nothing wasd there!! We ran upstairs and didn't go down again.
Date: Thu, 10 Dec 1998 12:53:48 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
email sandere@missouri.edu
story The story I have is not of my own experience, but my friend's aunt's. What I'm about to tell you is word-for-word just like my friend told me.
My friend's aunt lived in this that she would always swear up and down was haunted, but no one really took her seriously. One day she came home from work and saw that her answering machine was blinking. Naturally, she did what everyone does when that happens and pushed the play button. She heard a low, monotone jibberish. Thinking it was just some kid playing a prank, she rewound the tape and pushed play again. This time, there was no jibberish. Instead there was a very clear message: "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Don't ask me why, but she rewound the tape again. I guess because she thought maybe it just didn't rewind all the way the first time. But it had. The tape was at the beginning, and the message had changed. Not only once, but twice, because the third time she listened to it there was nothing on the tape at all. Just silence.
Needless to say, she moved out very quickly after that. I think she stayed at her sister's house that night. But the important thing is, she got out.
I hope this was easy to understand, and all I have to say is thank goodness she had that answering machine. Without it, the "thing's" message might not have been so pleasant, if you could call it that.
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1998 15:13:28 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous
story The Ghost of My Room:
About the summer of 1994, my brother woke up and went to the bathroom.Here is what our house is like:
_____________________________________________ DOOR ____________window__________________
| |____________window______ | | | |
| brother's | | | closet|
| bedroom | | Parents room | |
| | | door |
| | living | | |
| | room | | |
|_________door______| | | |
| \ door |________|
| \ | |
| door | |
| | ______________|______________________________ door |
| |___door___ | | |
| my room | | | | |
| | bath | dining room kitchen | | |
| | room | door | main window
| | | | bath |
|__________|_________|____slider door______________________|________door___________|________|
That's basically the run down of it.
Anyway, there is a couch, right by my parents door. And when my brother went out in the living room, where I was. There was a ghost or some spirit who got up and walked into my parents room. "It was on the couch" he said. I kind of freaked out because I used to be afraid of ghosts. Then about 3 years later, I was laying in my bed, then I heard a noise. I woke up to see a dark, black figure standing by the door. I know I wasn't dreaming because I could pinch my arm, and it hurt. I closed my eyes and I looked over by the door, and it was gone. About 5-6 weeks after that, he came back. But this time he walked into my brothers room. I got up and walked in there, and he was standing by my computer. The computer is on the left wall in my brothers room. He looked at me and disappeared. We moved out of there in the summer of 98, and now we live in a cool house, but I always get this feeling he'll be there... when I wake up.
Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1998 11:34:48 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous
story This story is about my daughter's guardian angel.
The day before I went into the hospital to be induced into labor, my mother was at the funeral of a fellow teacher and close friend. I paged her and she hurried home to take me and my husband to the hospital.
But most of the story took place before this. The woman's funeral had been put off. She had died exactly one week before my daughter was born. My mother had to complete her report cards because they were set to go out a few days after her death. As my mother was doing this an old Hymnal which she hadn't heard in years popped into her head.(I keep cursing myself because I cannot remember the name of the song for the life of me) Well, at the funeral that was the FIRST song played.
And I guess it is prevalent to the story to point out that my family is white and the woman was black. I say this because my (normally shy)daughter has I don't know what to call it, but she is really responsive to large black women. She also does things like smiling at the air or laughing at something, but there is no one there.
I guess the real job of a guardian angel is to protect, and she has done this as well. There have been more than a few occasions where my daughter has fallen or bumped her head and had no mark to show for it(when she REALLY should have). Also, I believe I have felt her presence as I do right now. Once I was rushing to my daughter as she had just fallen again and I felt as if I had passed through something and it let me know that every thing was okay. I always know my daughter is in good hands.
Date: Thu, 31 Dec 1998 17:17:16 -0800 (PST)
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yourname jgiminny
email jsrerett@stargate.net
story I purchased the house I currently live in some thirty-five years ago..It is an old farm house that was was built in the late 1800's. Being one the --if not the--oldest house in the community, it has several stories and tales connected to it. One of these concerns a double murder and suicide which allegedly took place in the year of 1899.. the house has its noises, its sounds, its creeks and drafts that old houses do.. there have also been several occurences that have caused me to shed my previous skeptisism of hauntings and supernatural events..I could indeed describe some of these events but I do not see what purpose that would serve...let it suffice to say that, especially since the death of my first wife twenty-one years ago, I am fairly certain of a co-existence with members of the spirit world. One experience I would like to share, however, is one spring evening I was sitting in my living room reading and joining me were our three cats all of whom were comforta! ! bly napping about the room but in my range of sight. Without warning, a cool, gentle but persistent breeze feel upon my face..only my face. All three cats awoke and similtanously raised their heads and stared at a spot across the room where thier attention was held for a minute or so...then--as one---they lowered thier heads and went back to sleep..the breeze stopped.. I was siezed by a momentary but quite real paralyzing fear that was followed by the most serene and total feeling of peace I had ever experienced.....This actually occured and I offer it to you, the reader, for your consideration and your thoughts..your offer of explanation.........
Date: Sat, 2 Jan 1999 03:51:35 -0800 (PST)
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yourname J. wilton
email mepic@fbtc.net
story On october 10, 1996 I was remodeling a small two roomed shack at a recently acqwired deer lease in Medina Texas. Upon entering the living area,to make a repair list, I noticed a basket ball sized dark brown stain about chest high on the devider wall between living area and sleeping area. When I walked into the sleeping area I saw the same dark spot that was on the oppsite side of the divider wall. Not thinking anything was out of the ordinary I completed my list and went to the local hardware store for materials. I returned to find my tools had been scattered. I thought it a bit odd but proceded with the repairs. I started painting the inside walls. My first goal was to remove the the dark stain, so I treated it and started painting the walls. when I was done with that I started cooking my supper on the grill outside, when I returned to into the structure I immediately noticed the stain had bled back through the fresh paint. this made no sense, as I had given the treat! ! ment adequate time to dry before painting over it. I finished supper, and re-applied the stain treatment to the wall. By then it was about 10:30 pm. and I figured I would go to bed finish the paint work in the morning. I awoke at about 2:15 am. to use the bathroom, and after returning to bed I started hearing a faint tapping that I could not pinpoint, so I got up with my pistol and looked around the small shack for a posible source. finding nothing I returned to my bed. Within moments faint tapping graduated quickly to a pounding which i realised was coming from the divider wall; at this point my mind was racing with all posible explations. seeking to end matters quickly, I sat up and yelled "shut the hell up" the second I said this the pounding stopped, and before I could move some thing with the size and weight of a very large man pounced on me breaking the mattress supports and sending myself and the mattresses crashing to the floor. As I hit the floor the force was gone; G! ! asping for the breath that was knocked out of me I grabbed my pistol, and began scanning the room for movement. realizing their was no one there, I very quickly grabbed my clothes and bags and spead off in my truck. The next day I contacted the land owner and told him what had happened, and he informed me that similar occurrences had been reported years earlier.
Date: Wed, 6 Jan 1999 16:01:02 -0800 (PST)
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yourname Jessica Mason
email ayn1@usit.net
story The house I live in is really old. It was built in 1908, when the railroad came through the area where I live. I have seen lots of things, and a lot of the people who have come to my house have seen things, even though I may not have told them anything about the house. Most of the time, the things I see are harmless, or they seem benevolent. But it's the other things that are really scary.
The scariest thing I can remember is seeing Death in my living room. I was lying in bed one night when I was about nine years old. My bedroom opens into the living room, which is a room that always freaked me out anyway. It was probably about 10:00, and I had just turned out the light about 15 or 20 minutes before. I couldn't sleep, so I was just thinking about this, that, or the other when I felt a presence watching me. That wasn't that unusual, but it felt like a bad presence, which was unusual. I looked out my bedroom door, and there was a hooded figure, about 6 or 7 feet tall, staring at me. The only thing I could make out under the hood was a pair of huge glowing eyes. I was paralyzed with fear, laying in my bed unable to move or scream or anything. It got closer and closer to my bedroom door, and I was panicking big time. Then it just disappeared. I saw it one other time, it was about 2 years later. I woke up in the middle of the night and it was standing at my bedroom door. It saw me watching and it just disappeared into thin air. I haven't seen it since, but I'm afraid I will wake up one night and it will be next to my bed.
Date: Wed, 6 Jan 1999 19:24:57 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous
I used to live in germany , in an very old house . We lived there for a while , about 3-4 years and i never heard any strange sounds or anything . Then i found out i was going to move to the usa . A little while after that the foot steps started .
It was one night , my two sisters and me where alone at home . My older sister was sitting in the kitchen reading and I was in the living room watching TV ( my younger sister was only about 2 years old she was asleep in the living room choutsh ) , i had to use the bathroom so i went across the hall into the bathroom , i just had gone into the bathroom when i started to hear footsteps in the atict ( the atict is right above the bathroom ) . I was really scared because i though there might be a rober in our house . So as fast as i could i ran back into the living room were my sister was at this point and told her i heard steps . First she didn't want to belive me so i told her to turn off the TV . After we had turned the TV off we keept on listenig , for a while we didn't hear anything ...but then we both heard the footsteps again . We called our parents and told them there was someone in our house , they didn't want to believe us . We were really scared so we decided to leave t! ! he house and go in our car till our parents would be back . Just as we were walking out of the house i said "what if "he" comes downstares" , right after i said that the door nob from our back door going to the adict turnd , so we ran out of the house closed the door really quick and went into our car . We waited till our parents came home and told them about it . My dad went upstairs to look if anyone was there but nobody was there and everything looked the same .
After that i didn't hear anymore foot steps . But one day my sister told me that she was sisting in her room ( her room was in the adict ) reading and one of her posters started moving ( the poster was of a girl cryng ) .
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