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Date: Fri, 30 Jan 1998 15:04:33 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname John Allen
email jha4pres@aol.com
story This story is related to you the way my father passed it to me (as best as I can remember it....)
As is the case in most ghost stories, one of my relatives passed away. I do not know the exact relation, but the person in question would have been a "great someting or other."
It just so happened that the "uncle" had passed away in a chair..important later. This occured at a time in which wakes were still common so my grandparents held one in their home. Somewhere between when the night ends and the day begins, a strange creeking noise was heard eminating from the coffin!
As the lone living occupant (my grandfather I believe) watched in stark terror, the corpse of my deceased relative began to sit up...
I would like to say that the corpse's head spun or spoke or danced a jig, however, this was not the case. As I had mentioned, my uncle had passed in a sitting position. Either from rigermortis (sp?) or some other muscle stiffening, the corpse had reverted to a seated position.
Even no words of wisdom were received, my grandfather still needed to change his shorts!
Date: Mon, 2 Feb 1998 07:59:35 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname melissa
email g_melissa@mailexcite.com
story Maybe it was a figment of my imagination but a chill went down my spin.
I was visiting an old house that in the days of slavery helped runaways escape to freedom. I heard many stories of how the escape was accomplished but the thing that really bothered me was that when there were slave hunters above in the ministers home the women would sometimes have to suffocate their babies in order to save the rest of the groups lives. Everyone went on to see a grave outside of a little girl outside but I stayed in the hidden room for a moment. Everything was really quiet and I was just reflecting on the differant things that probably happened and the heartache that was probably endured. I heard a faint sobbing from a corner the dirtfloored room. There was an apperition of a black wornout women wearing tattered clothes and holding a limp baby then it vanished. I closed my drooping jaw and quickly exited the room.
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Date: Mon, 02 Feb 98 09:23:00 -0800
From: BAdamczuk@aol.com
Subject: true life experience
I worked at a Hallmark store in a strip mall. When the builders dug up the formerly empty field, they found a massive grave. Research had to then be done on the land. It turned out that the formerly empty field was at one time a poorhouse and another time a institution for the mentally ill. Presumably, when the inhabitants died, they were buried one on top of the other in one part of the property. After reburying the skeletons, the strip mall continued to be built and was eventually completed. I began working part time at the store. Over time, the employees there began to notice strange occurances. Rapping could be heard on the walls, displays would fall over of their own accord, and a stuffed bear hanging from a display, one night, decided to spin around at an extremely rapid rate at its own whim. It did this for maybe a minute and then suddenly stopped. The most interesting thing that happened, however, happened to random customers. Some would approach us and complain about a strange, adolescent girl watching them and frightening them. They all described her as wearing a long, old-fashioned blue dress, black boots and with long brown hair. No one else, save we employees and the lucky customer, would be in the store at the time. We never saw her, although we heard the rappings often enough, and felt cold drafts prior to her appearances. I never did find out who our ghost was, but the store is still there, and she never hurt anyone.
Basia
Date: Thu, 5 Feb 1998 10:04:03 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Elizabeth
My grandfather was a Baptist preacher from North Carolina. Most of the churches he pastored were in that state, but once he took a church in North Georgia. The parsonage was a fairly modern one-story brick house. When my family went to visit one weekend my grandparents shared a strange experience they had a few weeks prior.....
It was getting late one night, and they decided to go on to bed. It had been a rainy week and it was still raining as they got in bed. They said they laid in bed not able to sleep because of the storm outside. The lightning was awful and the wind blew the rain against the windows with great force. It gradually decreased and they thought they would be able to go on to sleep now. The house was quiet and the rain was light and steady outside. Suddenly they heard the sound of a key in the front door and the door opening. They lay frozen in bed as they heard someone come in the house and close the door behind them. Then they heard the person's footsteps coming down the hall and right passed their bedroom door. (Grandma and Grandpa are in the habit of sleeping with their bedroom door shut.) They both listened as they heard the door of the bedroom, a little further down and across the hall, open and then heard a man let out an audible sigh and drop down on the bed in that ! ! room.
Gathering courage , and thinking that this wasn't the expected behavior of a robber, Grandpa got up and went to the other bedroom. No one was there! He started for the living room and noticed that there were no wet footprints in the hall. When he got to the front door, of course it was locked just the way they left it.
The next afternoon, they received a call. A man from a church in another town called to give some information for my grandfather to share with his congregation. The pastor of their church used to pastor my grandfather's church years earlier and still had many close ties to people there. He had just passed away last night....(.close to the time my grandparents heard their visitor.)
My grandparents just didn't know what to make of it, but to say it was spooky.
Date: Fri, 13 Feb 1998 20:45:22 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Jon
email jongrinder@aol.com
story For three years I owned a haunted house in Pataskala, Ohio. Our ghost manifested itself in many ways; speech (it would whisper your name in your ear), footsteps on the stairs, slamming doors, lights, reflections in mirrors, roaring sounds, and the dropping of coins (brand new pennies) from the ceiling to the floor.
There was a spot in the dining room that my dogs would not cross. They would walk around it as if someone was standing there. Occasionally, the two dogs would both sit and stare at that spot, looking up and wagging their tails just as they do if you are speaking to them.
Below that spot, in the basement, was a filled in well or cistern. I have often wondered what you would find if you were to excavate that well.
My friends and family, for the most part, think that I'm either crazy or making these things up. One couple, who expressed their disbelief after my wife and I told them of the ghost, witnessed the dropping of two coins in our living room. The pennies dropped in the far corner of the room, rolled across the floor and ended up in front of the husband who then looked at me and asked, "How did you do that?"
This house was built in 1891, and I lived in it 100 years later. If anyone out htere has any info on hauntings in the Pataskala area, I would like to compare notes. Feel free to email me.
Date: Sat, 21 Feb 1998 19:21:10 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname tt
email TCLJ91A@PRODIGY.COM
story My friend and I had heard about an old, abandoned ghost town in Conneticut, and decided to check it out. There is nothing left of this town except stone walls and a cemetary. The cemetary has one grave in it, that of a revolutionary war soldier who died in 1777. While visiting at the grave site, we could hear in the distance the sound of a woman calling someone, perhaps a child. This is in the middle of a large forest, and there are no explanations for the source of this sound. We listened to these sounds for about three to five minutes, then it faded away. After visiting the town for a couple of hours, we decided to leave. When we got to the outskirts of town, the path passes through a stone wall. We sat to rest on the wall for a minute or so, and heard the un-mistakeable sound of a childs swing. This sound seemed to be no more than fifty feet awawy, but there was nothing but trees. Then, when the sound ended, we walked along the trail and heard the sound of a horse w! ! alking by in front of us. These woods are open and visability is at least 300 feet. We still found no source for these sounds. One last thing happened that turned out to be the scariest part of the day. Nearing the end of the trail, we turned to see a mist on the trail, where we had just passed. This mist was about three feet wide and six feet high. The presence of the mist frightened us and we walked faster. We turned to check on this mist and found it to be following us. It seemed to move roughly the same distance we walked. The closest it got to us was about thirty feet away.
We are making plans for a return trip to this site. We found it more interesting than scary. The mist was the only thing that seemed to alarm us, and that isnt scary now that I think about it as it was never threatening. I have heard this town referred to as " the village of voices" and am now a believer in the phenomenon that occurs there.
Date: Sun, 22 Feb 1998 12:04:23 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
story 1982 living in an apt in San Diego, my father was very ill from a stroke living in Phouenix. My Mom had called at around 8 pm to tell me that it wasn't looking good for my dad to make it. I told her I would make plans to leave the next day. Went to sleep and around 3 AM was awakened my someone(?) grabbing my ankles and giving them a brief shake. It went beyond a shake, though. It was amols electric and a fully awakened as if I wasn't even groggy. I think I almost smelled him. I felt great. Needless to say my dad died around then. Not too many people kow this and I prefer to leave myself out of the story.
Date: Sat, 28 Feb 1998 08:40:26 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname R.M.Swanson
email NumbChuck@webtv.net
story When I was younger, roughly in 1983 or so, I was visiting my grandmother at her home. My grandfather had died only a month or two before, and I was not anxious to visit for fear that I would see his ghost. (I know, setting myself up to see his ghost, right?) The night I was there, I turned and felt some sort of look almost penetrating through my body, and preventing me from looking away from my Grandpa's favorite chair. I saw him sitting there, just looking at me like he normally would of. I do not remember how long I sat and stared at him from the spot, but eventually I fell asleep, and that was that. The experience terrified me, and I have never forgotten it. In a side experience, my grandmother asked me if I had seen him the night that I did, and told me that he was a common sight around the house and sometimes spoke to her.
Date: Tue, 3 Mar 1998 08:01:58 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Diane Sherwood
email shedia09@pct.edu
story THE WHITE WOLF
I have viewed these stories for quite some time, and I feel it is time to tell my own. I am not sure if anyone out there has had any similiar experiences, but if you have, can you e-mail and explain this one to me? Ok, here goes:
When I was about nine or ten years old, I had a friend named Ruthie who lived in a big house out in the country. She had lots of woods around her property, a barn with cows, and a pond. It was the perfect place to just spend the summer days running wild. One day we were out in the woods just playing, talking, and hiking. We ended up, for some reason, seperating. I wasn't scared, because I knew the woods well, but I did want to find her. I heard a noise behind me, and thinking it was her, turned around. Behind me stood a HUGE white wolf. I knew it couldn't be a dog, because it was way too big, and I was sure just from looking at pictures of wolves that this was indeed a wolf. I was a bit scared, but since it was only about five feet away from me, I did not want to show it. The wolf just sat there, staring at me. I then heard another noise behind me, and hoping it was my friend, I turned around. It was my friend, and as I turned back around to face the wolf he was gone. My friend had not seen my wolf, and thought I was crazy. I knew better. I scoured the woods with my eyes as well as on foot, but nothing. When we got back to her house, I told her dad about my nature sighting. He laughed and said there were no wolves in Pennsylvania, and that I must have seen a dog. I am now 20 years old, and I still know that what I saw was no dog, it was a wolf, or something in the form of a wolf. I tend to believe the latter, because how could any animal dissapear into thin air in the space of about two seconds. And also because it was a wolf, and there are no wolves in PA. I guess I need to know why me, and why a wolf? It was interesting, but really creepy. Any comments?
Date: Sun, 8 Mar 1998 09:00:04 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
In January 1974 I attended a sleep over party with ten other 10 yr old girls in my hometome of Rochester, NY.. It was my first such party. After a night of ice skating, eating pizza and watching "The Six Million Dollar Man," we climbed in our sleeping bags around 11:30 p.m. After much giggling, all was quiet at 1 a.m. as we all tried to get some sleep. We HAD NOT done any trances, levitation, ghost stories or any of the requisite slumber party antics (that came as we got older!). As we quieted down, a woman's voice said clear as a bell, "It's one o'clock, girls. You should be in bed by now." The voice came from the main entry way between the living room and dining room at the front of the house. All eleven of us were completely quiet and then we all shrieked, jumped out of our sleeping bags (we were sleeping in the living room) and tore through the dining room, through the kitchen and up the back stairs to the birthday girls' parents' room. We woke them from a sound sleep. The mother tried to tell us that it was Robin's grandmother (who lived several miles away) who must have travelled to the house and was upset that we were still awake at 1 a.m. We weren't buying that explanation. We were the only ones in the house (besides the sleeping parents) and what 70+ yr old women would travel alone on cold, snowy upstate NY night to stand outside her granddaughter's house to scold her and her friends. The voice CLEARLY came from inside the house.
We all calmed down and eventually fell asleep. We never had a satisfactory explanation for the "scolding voice." I'll never forget that voice or the intonation. Really not sure what it was, but it was witnessed by eleven people (10 yr old girls). Hard to discount something with that many witnesses who heard the exact same thing.
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