From: Meiling (tanmeiling88@hotmail.com)
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: The 13th Soldier
Date: Tuesday, October 16, 2001 11:04 AM
Name: Meiling
E-mail: tan_meiling50@hotmail.com
Story:
This is a story I heard from one of my ex-teachers a long time ago.
The army I knew in Singapore always had training sessions where they had to hike up rather steep mountains within a given time. One time, thirteen soldiers and their team seargent were doing their routine training session hiking up the mountain. While hiking up the mountain, one of the soldiers drowned in deep mud. He tried to call out for help but the others did not hear him because they were hiking at a rather fast rate and by the time he had drowned, they were almost at the top. At the top, the seargent took roll and all the soldiers had to line up according to their assigned numbers. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12..." One by one the soldiers called out, but there was no 13 because that soldier had drowned. They searched for the soldier but never found his body. To this day, everytime there are 12 soldiers doing their usual hike up the mountain, the ghost of the 13th soldier always seems to be there for roll call, yelling out: "13" after the 12th soldier.
To: stories@ghosts.org
Date: Saturday, October 13, 2001 10:45 AM
yourname Malia
email fmalia@hotmail.com
Well, this happened about a month ago. I went to a family reunion in the canyon with my parents and everyone was having a great time talking and socializing. While sitting in a camping chair, I remember seeing something white in my corner of my eye. When I looked over, I seriously saw a small girl. She had brown hair, and she was wearing a small white ruffly dress. I asked my mother(she was sitting by me), who the little girl was. There were alot of children there, so it was sort of confusing. I told my mom what she looked like, but my mom hadn't even seen her! It was really strange. At first I was worried I was just seeing things, but I saw her again!
Please feel welcome to e-mail me, and talk about it.
Malia
Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2000 16:36:18 -0700 (PDT)
To: stories@ghosts.org
yourname Ashley Allen
email lilsexy13@hotmail.com
Location: Sidnaw, Michigan, USA
Well I live in a quiet little town up in the Upper Peninsula in Michigan. And if any of you know, alot of things happen up here. Well I am talking about a little town called Sidnaw, Michigan.
When I was 12 years old my parents got divorced and my dad moved into Sidnaw. Which was just a few miles away from where I live with my mom. I would visit him every weekend. And most school nights I would stay with him. I realized there was something wrong with the house when most of my things seemed to be misplaced. But they would always turn up in the oddest places. And weird things too, like my shirts or my knee brace for basketball. And my candles and lighter would disappear often. One night my friend and I were laying on the floor in my room after we had gotten home from a friends house. It was about 3 in the morning and my dad was up the road at the bar. I have a black shade over my window and there were no lights on in the house. And there are no street lights either. But anyway, we were laying there and I was almost asleep and she grabbed my arm and whispered "look in the corner" yeah like I could see anything it was pitch black out I thought. I opened my eyes and there was a white glowing thing in the corner of my room hovering over my bed. Now I was scared. And as we watched it, it moved down the wall and went behind the bed and underneath it. It stayed underneath my bed and cast a weird glowing light. It then proceeded to go to down by our feet. Which were not covered with any blankets. There was a cold feeling in our feet like someone had opened a window. We quickly stood up and grabbed a blanket. We ran out the front door and started walking up the road to go get my dad. And as luck would have it, we met him a couple blocks up. We told him the story and he went up into my room and told us we were both nuts and told us to go to bed. Needless to say we weren't going to be getting any sleep that night. So we stayed up all night and watched T.V. And I don't have that room anymore, I traded my brother for it.
Ashley Allen
Date: Fri, 28 Apr 2000 17:22:36 -0700 (PDT)
To: stories@ghosts.org
yourname Daniele
email BxPrincess4Eva14@aol.com
Location: Indeterminate
the story i'm about to tell may strike some of you as petty or not scary because i know that you probably seen worse. but this is the first ghost experience i ever had living in the 11 years i've been living here.
It was the night of April 26, 2000. It was at least 12:30 in the morning and everyone was asleep but me. I was sitting in my livingroom witht the door about 5 inches opened. I was getting pretty bored so I decided to turn the TV on. When the show I watched got to boring for me, I decided to read a book. As I read something told me to look up. When I did, to my suprise, I saw a child around the age of 6 or 7 run by the doorway. I woke my mother up and told her what happened. From what I remember it looked like a little girl running into the bathroom with shoulder length hair. The 2 most distinctive parts I remember was the color of the shirt (half white and half red) and it was a fuzzy kind of see through. While speaking to my mother, she told she seen a little boy stare at her while she ate. As we spoke my sister (who was half awake and half asleep) and mother stood in the place where I saw the child run. They said they were freezing. I was a little shocked by that because not only was the heat on but when I stood in the spot I felt fine. Just a month before we started smelling cigarette smoke meanwhile no one was smoking.
Could it be that a family of children died in my apartment and are trying to tell me something? How come it only appeared to me and my mom? And does the color of the shirt symbolize anything? If anyone can help me with these questions feel free to send me an e-mail.
Date: Sun, 30 Apr 2000 16:03:10 -0700 (PDT)
To: stories@ghosts.org
address anonymous
When I was thirteen or fourteen years old, my older sister and I were in my bedroom trying to sleep (she was watching the series Kolchak the Night Stalker and was freaked) anyway, about 2:30 AM we both woke up when we heard a little girl running up and down the hallway. All we heard was running footsteps and giggling. When I opened the door, noone was there so we went in and asked my mother about it and she said to go back to sleep that it was only Shelly, our six year old cousin.
In the morning when we got up, our mother was in the kitchen and we asked where Shell was. She looked at us funny and said Shells not here what are you talking about? When I told her that we woke her up because of the running and giggling and she told us it was her my mom looked kind of strange and said she had no idea what we were talking about.
Two weeks later I saw my grandfather and told him about it. He looked kind of sad and said it was Shelly, however it was our Aunt Shelly who died in the house when she was four years old. Apparently she was running in the upstaires hallway and fell down the steps and broke her neck. The weird thing about this is, we never knew that we had an aunt named Shelly, my father never spoke about her, and everyone just kind of kept a secret about the way she died and the fact that she ever was!
Date: Tue, 9 May 2000 11:40:02 -0700 (PDT)
To: stories@ghosts.org
address anonymous
Location: Cambridge, Ontario, Canada
Near my house in Cambridge Ontario there is an old building called Preston Springs. It at one point was a hotel, and most recently was an old folks home, that being about 20 years ago. Late one night as I was walking past it from a friends house I looked up into the high windows of the building only to see an unmistakeable face looking down on me. Notably shaken I closed my eyes and looked back to see the face gone, I decided I had just let my imagination play tricks on me and blew the idea off. A few weeks later around the same time of night I again found myself walking near the old abandoned building to see lights flickering off rapidly throughout the rooms, which is odd because there isn't any power reaching the regions that the light was in. People who live in the houses around the old hotel have also said to see ghastly figures walking along the stairwells only to disappear once they reach the doorways.
With a few friends I decided to explore the old place myself to see if it was just a bunch of pranks and people with overactive imaginations. We got in through a window near the roof, which, yes is trespassing but I just had to see for myself. I felt a strange sense of dread when I first entered the building, but I had my friends with me making it more copeable. In the main lobby there is a smashed piano, and as dumb as it sounds I swore I heard sound coming from it, as if it were being played. The entire atmosphere of the hotel is a haunting one, chilling. Through the halls doors can be heard shutting, sometimes even slamming loudly. The windows can often be one mintue closed, and the next be found open. I don't think I'll ever go back in that hotel.
Date: Wed, 21 Jul 1999 17:56:47 -0700 (PDT)
To: stories@ghosts.org
yourname Bob
email Rob8729@Aol.com
Location: Walnut, California, USA
Mt. SAC Ghost
I never really gave much thought to such things as ghosts or the paranormal but what happened to me a couple years back gave me a whole new look on such things. I was attending classes at Mt. San Antonio college in Walnut, California. It was January 1998, my last semester there, and I was taking night classes. At that time most night classes were usaully taught on the western side of campus but I found myself one night having to go to the computer lab in the four story building at that eastern side. My friend had told me that the lab was open so we decided to catch up on some homework. The thing about this building is that it is built into a hill so if you enter it on the west side of it you end up on the second floor while the entrance on the south side is one level down. We entered on the west side of the building heading for stairs on the other side after stopping at the Coke machine in the center of the building. She thought it was kind of creepy that no one was around. At this time I asked her if she was sure that the lab was open, She said yeah. So going down the stairway it all of a sudden felt like when you walk into the supermarket on a summer day. But it was wintertime time so we just figured that the heater was out. we got to the bottom level and went through the double doors that lead to the corridor that leads to the computer lab. When the doors closed behind us it really got cold, so NOW we figured that the air conditioner was on by mistake. Most of the over head lights were off but you could still see where you're going. As we continued walking down the corridor which is about 100 yards long and stretches from one side of the building to the other, we got to the computer lab and it was closed. After cussing for a few seconds my freind grabbed my arm and said shush. I'm thinking 'what now' but right then I heard it. Footsteps walking at a fast clip towards us, but no one was there! Well I almost freaked! The steps passed us and you could actually hear rustling of clothes and breathing. I had never been so terrified before in my life. the footsteps continued down the corridor and slowly faded. My friend and I just looked at each other not saying a word. Right then we heard the steps coming back our direction!! Well we ran, and boy did we run! We ran all the way to the library. We never really talked about it to anybody else, only to each other. I hated to go to that building and I never went near it at night the rest of the time I was there. But that one night made me a believer.
From: Anonymous
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Friday, June 21, 2002 7:20 AM
About seven years ago, I was living in a house that was around 100 years old, with my two sons, a three year old and a four month old. The house was lovely, and had a real homely feel to it, but I often felt that I was being watched. I had been out to my parents home one night, and was quite late home around 10.30p.m so after closing the curtains and locking up I went straight up to bed. My youngest son still had his cot in my room next to my bed, but I put him next to me in my bed as h e was due a bottle. My oldest son couldn't get to sleep, and so he ended up in my bed too. I was quite startled however when both the baby and my three year old looked up to the ceiling at the same time, and thier eyes both followed in the same place across from one side of the room to the other. I could not see anything and wondered what on earth they were looking at. Then, my three year old said "bye-bye lady". Even though I was a little freaked out at this, there was no bad feeling or anythi n g in the room. Needless to say, the bedroom light stayed on all that night!
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