Date: Thu, 28 Jan 1999 13:31:58 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
email aura.torres@hksystems.com
story Hospital Room
I am so fascinated by ghosts but unfortunately (or fortunately- I am not sure) no one in my family has ever had any strange occurances except my father. He must be more sensitive to the unknown than us and has many scary occurences to tell but the most recent one he has told us about is kinda freaky:
My dad had to have surgery on his shoulder about 2 years ago. After he was out of the surgery room and back in his regular room he remembers waking up and coming out of the anesthesia. He said he immediately noticed strange, indicipherable shadows swishing throughout the room. He just brushed it off as it being the effects of the anesthesia. However, as he was peacefully dozing off to sleep again he felt something briskly push on his temple and cause his head to move to the side. He snapped out of it wondering who touched him. He didn't see anyone or anything as he was alone in the room, all he saw were the strange, swishing shadows especially in his peripheral vision. He tried going back to sleep but he continued to feel invisible hands touching his head, his hair and his face throughout the night. He did not sleep well at all that night.
The next morning when he got up, he had completely recovered from the anesthesia and he got dressed and ready to go home. As he was sitting on the edge of his bed he noticed that he was still seeing these strange grey shadows periodically swishing from one end of the room to another and he began to get scared because he knew it wasn't the anesthesia. Then he felt something pressing down on his thigh right above his knee and when he looked down, he saw what looked like the imprints of two fingers pressing down on the fabric of his slacks right where he was being touched! My dad quickly got up and left the room, he was so glad he didn't have to spend another night in that haunted hospital room!
Date: Sat, 30 Jan 1999 17:55:26 -0800 (PST)
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email zannidi@aol.com
story I was 8 years old when we moved into our own home in the United States. My family and I moved from South America seeking a better life. I was excited to be living in our own home, but that flame of exhilaration was soon put out when I first set foot in that house. As with any home, it contains many memories; happy ones, sad ones, but mostly ones that my family or myself cannot begin to explain without staggering difficulty. One such memorable experience which I will share occurred in the dead of winter of 1992. That night, my sister discovered that our hamster, Bonnie, had escaped her cage, but we were too tired to look for her so we went to bed praying that we would soon find her before our cat did. The next morning, our mother awoke us in a state of panic and urged us to follow her downstairs. We went in hopes that she had found our hamster, but we were met by the atrocious sight of blood. There was blood everywhere. So much ardent blood covered the floors of! ! every room downstairs. We first thought it was the cat’s malicious action to the hamster, but quickly dismissed those convictions because of the tremendous quantity of blood. It could not have been an injured animal because the only marks in it were ours and the cat’s paw prints. Also, it was the middle of winter and all windows, doors, were sealed shut to lock out the cold. We were able to find the hamster later that day, safe and unharmed, however, the source of all the blood will remain a mystery. As will the evil that later infested us in that house.
Date: Sat, 30 Jan 1999 20:41:37 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous
story There is a large older house on Clifton Avenue in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan where several ghosts have been seen over the past 20 - 30 years. My husband and the son of the family that live there felt a presence one night. When they were teenagers, they were sleeping downstairs in the basement. They were just on the verge of falling asleep, when my husband felt someone standing at the foot of the bed, then felt a rush of air towards him. He said, "Hey, are you awake" to his friend, who said, "Did you just feel that?". They both ran upstairs and had a few cups of coffee and cigarettes.
Also, the father who lives in this house, who is retired from the armed forces, has seen a few different ghosts. One is of a little girl standing in a white nightgown. His wife has also seen her several times. The father also was woken up one night from a deep sleep to see two doberman pinschers above his bed, snarling and growling at him.
In this same house, the attic door was often found open in the morning, after having been tightly closed the night before. Eventually, they had to put a padlock on it to keep it closed.
To the best of my knowledge, all these stories are true.
Date: Sun, 31 Jan 1999 22:19:42 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous
story Title: What She Saw
My story begins way back before I was even born. My mom (Julia) was about 8 years old. She lived in Marked Tree, Arkansas. Well,here's what happened.My mom lived in an apartment on the 3rd floor. One night she woke-up and felt something hairy lying beside her in her bed. She rolled over to get out of the bed, and the thing put it's long hairy arm around her. She scram and my grandmother(Marie) came rushing in, But the thing had already fled. When they turned on the light they noticed a long slit in the window screen. To this day they still don't know what(or who) had done that to my mom.
On my Mom and Dad's 16th Anniversary(my moms a nurse) my moms hospital buddies gave her a balloon. It was almost 8:30 P.M. when this happened. She was coming from the dining room into the foyer. When she saw that the balloon (which was almost out of air) was floating up the stairs, as if some one were carrying it. She decided to follow it.(this house had 5 bedrooms) It went up the stairs, through the hallway, into my sisters room, down the hallway again,into my room, and back down the stairs.
The End
Date: Tue, 2 Feb 1999 18:07:42 -0800 (PST)
To: stories@ghosts.org
address anonymous
story I dreamed, not once but 5 times about a house I have never seen in real life, it is just about 30 minutes northwest of Atlanta, Georgia. I see a moving day, summertime, or early fall. Moving van, boxes, dusty overstuffed furniture, braided rugs, a fieldstone fireplace, a clapboard one and a half story house. White, no shutters, a large porch covering the front of the house. Wide board steps leading up to the porch and the front door with an oval window in it. The window is frosted glass. There is at least one pot of flowers on the porch steps. It is sunny and the house is surrounded by tall trees. There is a long dirt drive of red clay soil and peastone. The drive ends in a cul-de-sac at the front porch of the house. There is no carport or garage in view. No shrubs, or gardens. Step up to the porch and open the front door. There is a small coat closet immediately on the right. The woodwork in the house is stained dark walnut and is still shiny in the light from years o! ! f reapplied varnish. You open the closet door and there is a bare bulb illuminating an empty closet lined with wanescoat paneling. No hanger rod, no hangers, or boxes. The closet isn't the problem. It is the closet door itself and the tiny area of space just in front of the closed closet door. As if the door stands watching you. Behind it the closet itself is not threatening. Just the door itself and the space in front of it which feels off. It is almost like standing next to a person you cannot see, but whose breathe and stare you feel. It is uncomfortable to stand in that entryway space for very long. In the livingroom, there is a fireplace on the left, lit. A large painting above of a person, I don't know the person. The painting came with the house. There are standing lamps with gold parchment lamp shades, and one is an old Tiffany. Jewel tones, and the warmth of the firelight, give holiday glows to objects in the room. This house is haunted. And I am sure that I will mov! ! e or help a loved one move into it someday.
I have received mail regarding this house from an online visitor to a previous site that carried my story. It is almost as if the house has a guard at the door, watching all who enter. Not sure what to make of it. This is my story for what it is worth. I would be interested in what the community thinks about dreams of this sort. ---Leigh
Date: Sat, 6 Feb 1999 03:08:40 -0800 (PST)
To: stories@ghosts.org
email jedite40@hotmail.com
story Bathroom horror.
I have had many rattling paranormal experainces over the years. This is just an example of the kinds of things I put up with.
On February 1st, I was leaving the bathroom after relieving myself. No sooner than had I flipped off the light, when it fipped back on again violently. Befuddled, I reached back and flipped off the light, thats when I saw somthing out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see an abstract entity standing in the bathtub staring at me. This was about the time when my rational thought went bye-bye. It stood about two feet tall and had piercing yellow eyes. I just flipped back off the light agian and walked out, the concept of what I had just seen had not sunk in yet until I went to lay down. Thats when it all sank in. This light flipping has occured with me before, I guess casper's evil twin wnated me to see him this time. I have no doubt in my mind that the past light flipping was cuased by this "gremlin" too. Does anybody know how to get rid of these things?
Date: Sun, 7 Feb 1999 14:21:28 -0800 (PST)
To: stories@ghosts.org
email SShan93472@aol.com
story When I was about 12, my friends and I were always telling ghost stories and playing Bloody Mary in the school bathrooms. My best friend, Bess, and I really wanted to see a ghost. Anyway, one day a bunch of us were sitting on the playground of our old elementary school, where we would hang out afterschool, telling ghost stories. The stories started getting too silly for Bess and I, so we took a walk.The day was appropriately overcast and dreary. We glanced up at a second story classroom window and both noticed that in one of the panes of glass were a series of fingerprints smeared upon it. For some unknown reason, this got our attention. As we stared at the window, we noticed that the fingerprints seemed to form the image of a face. We thought this was strange and kept our gaze focused on the glass. Suddenly, I saw the "face" turn into a real face of a woman. She backed away from the window, laughing, and moved inside the room where I couldn't see her anymore. Bess and I! ! both screamed and ran to another part of the school. I thought at first that my screaming had just spooked Bess, and that our overactive imaginations had caused me to just think I saw something--that was until Bess and I began relaying to each other what we had just seen. I'd describe the woman's hair and Bess'd describe the woman's clothes. We'd seen the same thing. Everyday we'd go look for the woman. We were rarely disappointed. Although she'd change her look. She always appeared in a turn-of-the-century hairstyle and clothing, but, sometimes she was older with gray hair, and sometimes her hair was red or brown, and her clothing was always different. Bess and I always traded off descriptions of the woman, and we always saw the same thing. Everyone we tried to tell the story to thought we were just joking. We tried to look up the history of the school in the library, since the original schoolhouse on the site had been demolished by an earthquake and we thought maybe someone! ! had been killed in it, but when the librarians found out what we were looking for they kicked us out.
I don't know what it was we saw. It may very well have been just in our ghost story filled heads, but I don't think so.
Date: Mon, 8 Feb 1999 13:37:37 -0800 (PST)
To: stories@ghosts.org
address anonymous
story This is a second hand story told to me by a friend I've known since childhood, but whom I had not seen for a number of years when he told me about this experience. My friend has never lied to me and had no reason to invent this story when he told it to me.
My friend, Vince, has been a realtor for a number of years now. One day a few years ago, he made an appointment with a client to show him a house in Centerville, Utah, a town where I also happen to live. This home is, for Utah, an old home built by a pioneer family in the later 1800's. It is a beautiful, two-story, stone home with an upstairs window overlooking the front doorway, among other features.
Vince took his client into the home, which he was told by the owner would be vacant at the time of the showing. They explored the ground floor and then the upstairs as well, finding no one inside. They began to go back down the stairs toward the ground floor, with the client in the lead. Suddenly, my friend felt someone shove his back so violently that he pitched forward and only saved himself from a dangerous fall down the stairs by grabbing onto the railing.
Upon recovering, Vince explained to the questioning client that someone had just tried to push him down the stairs. They both hurried back up the stairs to find the culprit, but they found no one.
But the story doesn't end here. After wondering what had just happened to him, but suspecting no supernatural cause, Vince and his client left the house to discuss a possible sale. In the course of standing in the front yard talking, my friend looked at the front of the house and saw a sight that shocked him tremendously. Looking out the upstairs window over the front doorway, he saw an old woman's face glaring at him. He immediately ran back inside and up the stairs and searched the entire level again. But, as you know by now, there was no old woman, no living person, in that house.
That was my friend's story to me. I've seen the house myself, though I haven't seen an old woman looking out that upstairs window. But I'll bet that house isn't empty when its owners leave.
Date: Mon, 8 Feb 1999 14:38:38 -0800 (PST)
To: stories@ghosts.org
address anonymous
story Hi! My name is Beata Rasitsan and I am in grade four. Every day, a couple of friends and I sneak in the school and walk around. One day, we snuck into the the girls change room, and from there we walked up on the stage. The curtains were open. (We went there because these two girls said that they heard and saw stuff on the stage) One of my friends was beside me but then she changed sides. I thought that she was still beside me, but when I turned around, all I could see was a not clear white thing starting to fade.
Another day, I went to the bathroom to wash my hands, I started hearing things, so I washed them faster. When I was done, I went to the door as quick as possible. But when I ran to the door, it started opening slowly. so I just grabbed the handle, and ran back to my classroom. Not so long ago, me and a friend of mine, went back to the stage. We crept up the stairs slowly, trying not to make to much noise. I heard something, so I said to my friend hurry someones coming.
We heard footseps right behind us. But when we turned around, knowone was there. We starded heading towards the door. We turned around to take one last peak, but when we turned around we saw something run around the stage.
That is my story I wanted to tell you. And I assure you, IT'S TRUE!
From: Chandralin@aol.com
Date: Tue, 9 Feb 1999 16:19:32 EST
To: ghost-discuss@ariel.cdb.com
Subject: Ghost story anyone??
Just though I'd weird up the list again.. Here is something strange that used to happen to me...
Long about 1991, Me and my then husband and 4 year old son moved into an apartment in the suburbs of Portland, Ore..Things seemed kinda weird right away..I couldn't sleep there, My bedroom faced the foyer leading to the front door, when the lights were out and I was trying to fall asleep, I would get the erie feeling that someone or something was standing outside my door, in the dark watching, and waiting for me to fall asleep.. Of course I couldn't.. I would often stay awake until dawn, when the feeling would go away and I could then sleep! That's not all !!!
At various times during the day or night the bathroom door would open of it's own volition... Now countless times we closed the door, making double sure it latched, but the dang thing would open repeatedly! One afternoon, my ex- husband and I were sitting on the couch and just happened to be looking towards the bathroom door, when to our shock, we saw the doorknob turn (all by itself ) and the door open..Now we knew it wasn't a draft (there were no windows in the bathroom ) or anything else we'd try to use to explain it away...One night I got the urge to rush in after the door opened, it was bonechilling cold in there.. I saw nothing, but I did address the spirit and asked it to at least have the courtesy to close the door after itself.. Never did it though!! The feeling of being watched and that whatever it was, was just waiting for me to go to sleep never went away either.. We didn't stay there too long... Chandralin
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