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Date: Sat, 27 Jun 1998 00:48:23 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous
I live in a house in Tasmania, Australia in a little country town called Frankford. Frankford itself is full of ghosts (It's one of the oldest places in the area) and our house is one of the most haunted. The house we live in was built about 100 years ago it's made out of sandstone. Like most old houses in Tasmania it was made by convicts some of which haunt the house to this day. The first of these ghosts are is the one which while building the house a wall collapsed and killed a convict. This ghost haunts a section of the wall in my parents bedroom they have seen this ghost on the same day once a year. The section of wall has been panted yellow and on this night the wall goes a grayish colour I have also seen the ghost myself.
Another ghost which we don't no how it died but it doesn't like like crude language because when ever you swear in the lounge room it will always knock something over until you stop.
And the last ghoust I'm going to mention is the haunted cubourd in the hallway occasionly when your least expecting it, it will start banging madly until you go to the hallway and look at it (I think it likes the attention).
Thats all goodbye
From: "SHAREE SHERMER" (lenox@ctesc.net)
To: obiwan@netcom.com
Subject: Story tried to send to web page unsuccessfully.
Date: Sat, 27 Jun 1998 17:06:20 -0500
My family for generations has had what most people call "strange" experiences, but we have considered it as natural. Now I have two possibly three of my daughters who are also plugged into this whatever it is. It seems to have come from my mother's side. Her family was second generation German. I have 8 children-grown now. There are a lot of stories that I could tell but will send a short one. During the Viet Nam conflict, we moved to San Antonio, TX by way of New Braunfels, TX(potergeist and/or haunted house there), but were originally from Georgia. My kids ranged from high school to jr. high age and one was approaching draft age. It was my habit to get up about 6 am to do the last minute ironing on whatever someone deemed vital for that day's school attendance. My mind was relaxed, I was the only one up at the time. In the opposite corner of the room, I became aware of someone standing. It was a young man dressed in khaki fighting gear. He was sandy haired and didn't seem to know that I was in the room, he was looking off sadly and thoughtfully. As I stared at him, he slowly faded away. If you want any others, will be happy to share. We really aren't weird, you know-it is just a natural process. S. Shermer
Date: Thu, 02 Jul 1998 09:52:43 -0700
From: WhiteDove (whitedov@eoni.com)
To: ghost-discuss@aurora.cdb.com
Subject: Re: Ghosts in the daylight.
Julie's story about seeing her ghost while she was cleaning reminded me of something that happened to me in the daylight...
My in-laws bought a house to fix up to sale across the street from us. Well, it was very run down, and spooky. I knew that it was haunted, I could feel it. And I could see someone looking out of the window on the front door all the time. I hated being over there, but one day my father in-law hired me to clean the carpets. There was no one else in the house, but there was a man working on the foundation outside so I felt "safe".
I got one of the bedrooms and hallway done, and I was working in the last bedroom.
It had a really big closet, I turned around and there she was standing in the closet. I could feel she was mad that I was there. In fact she told me to leave, well, I dropped the hose of the carpet cleaner and ran out of the house... The man working outside asked me what was wrong, I didn't want to tell him I saw a ghost and that she told me to leave... So, I told him I just remembered something that I had to do at home. I ran home, calmed down. And made my 16 year old son go back over there with me, I finished cleaning the carpets. And never went back over there alone, just until lately when the lady who bought the house asked me to feed her animals while she was away... It still feels like the ghost is still there. That was about 2 years ago. I think now I would not be so chicken about the whole situation.
Lisa
Date: Thu, 9 Jul 1998 12:15:36 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous
In 1991, when my son Christopher was about two years old, we lived with his grandparents in a house in Blythewood, South Carolina. The original owner of the house was a woman named Joyce, she had signed custody of her children over to a family member that refused to give them back after she completed her military service. Distraught over this she committed suicide in the master bedroom shortly before the house was sold to my In-laws. We always joked about Joyce still being there when we couldn't find things or the phone would disconnect in the middle of a conversation but I never believed it until my son was almost two years old. One day Christopher was playing in his room and I could hear him having a conversation (this was not unusual). But, I got concerned when I heard him pause as if someone was answering him. I walked to his door and peeked in to find him sitting in his toybox looking over at the bed continuing his conversation. I stood there a few moments and asked! ! him who he was talking to and to my amazement he said, " the lady that comes to talk sometimes". When my son and I moved into our own house, my In-laws told me that the strange things that they attributed to Joyce had stopped, except for an occassional occurance. I have a few more stories about that particular house.
Date: Sun, 12 Jul 1998 10:35:56 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Jennifer Dexter
email glen.dexter@ns.sympatico.ca
story The Day
One day last year I was home alone because I was sick from school.My dad had just left to go down the street to my grandmother's house.I was laying around the Living room thinking about a book I was reading.Then all of the sudden I heard some footsteeps that sounded like womens high heeled shoes walking into what would my parents room.They were followed by mens shoes and some muffled voices.I just sat and listened for about ten minutes and then went upstairs to check it out. When I got up there their was no one to be found.I should mention that my house Is 100 and some years old.Thats my story.
Jennifer.Dexter
Brooklyn.Nova Scotia
From: CLynn@levi.com
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: "Papaw Talks"
Date: Thu, 16 Jul 1998 06:59:15 -0700
This just happened last night to my 2 year old daughter, which makes it even more strange.
Last night at about 10:15pm my husband was telling my daughter to get ready for bed. As most toddlers do she said "no". My husband repeated himself and she said, "no, dada, I'm scared.". He asked her what for, she then told him about a man that was in her room and only comes at night. I then stepped in, I have personally seen, heard, and felt ghosts before so I thought I'd better get to the bottom of this. I asked her about the man, she said, it's a man with no foot. I thought this was probably an imaginary friend so I asked "what does the man with no foot do?", "He talks", "what does he talk to you about?", "Mamaw.". "Does he have a name?", "yes", "what is it?", she won't say. After the interrogation I left her in her bed to go ponder what she said. Soon after, she wondered into my bedroom, I asked her if she was my sunshine, she said, "no, I'm papaw's sunshine". My husband turned white as a sheet, I was stunned. My husband's grandfather, lovingly called papaw, passed away 13 years ago. That's not what stunned us the most, my daughter knows nothing about this man and knows noone by the name of Papaw. The strangest part about all of this is, papaw died missing one foot.
From: "Mark Maxson" (cfederate@emeraldis.com)
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: haunting
Date: Wed, 13 Jan 1999 20:12:49 -0400
My wife and I have a big victorian house which is made up of two houses. The first is a log cabin which was purchased in 1830 and then the victorian part was built on around the log cabin in the early 1900's. All the rooms on the first floor open out into a large hall.
One evening my wife and I were watching TV in the living room. I was setting on the couch which was directly in line with the door off the hall. A little boy about the age of 7 came running around the corner and into the room where he came to a sudden stop when he saw me setting there. He was as clear as anyone else you would see and was wearing bluegeans and a red and white stripped t shirt. He was a real cute kid and then he was gone.
The thing that really troubled me about the sighting was that when he saw me he looked like he had just seen a ghost.
Have a nice one!!!!!!!!
Mark Maxson
cfederate@emeraldis.com
From: "harald duell" (harald.duell@btinternet.com)
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Ghost stoies
Date: Sun, 24 Jan 1999 12:19:34 -0800
Hi. I'm Angelina age 10.
I would like you to put the true stories I tell you into your true stroies from the net web pages .
All of these hapened to my mum.
When my mum was about my age her family were driving past this dump and they saw a sphinx(sp) mask so they picked it up and brought it home.That night my mum had to take the trash out and when she opened the grabage can lid she saw tha mask with a evil grin on his face and laughing horribly (sp). When my mum told her mum she said "No it's in Alvin's house on the shelf" (They have 2 small houses) and when my mum got to the house there was the mask.
Thanks for listening.
They had this doll and when ever you were around it they got this errie feeling it was watching them so one night they threw it into a bon fire and they heard it screaming.
Sorry the last one was short.
Date: Thu, 23 Jul 1998 08:30:31 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous
This is a story of something which happened to me as a child which I will never forget and which has convinced me that ghosts do exist. Here goes:
One summer evening when I was six years old my uncle Joe came to visit. He brought presents to me and my two younger sisters We each received a stuffed toy which we took to bed with us that evening. Coming from a large family, I shared a room (and large bed) with my two younger sisters. We went to bed quite happy. However, the next morning I woke up first to a bright, sunny room. The first thing on my mind was my new toy. I looked around for it and, to my amazement, it was gone. My sisters' toys were also missing. I looked under the covers, over the side of the bed and then I stepped out of bed to look under it. Big mistake! As I stepped onto the floor an icy cold hand reached out from under the bed and grabbed my ankle. At first I thought it might be my older brother playing a trick but when I looked down I saw it was a very skinny, totally white hand which I could see our wooden floor though. I screamed and ran towards the door and strangely enough, the hand h! ! eld on to my ankle and the arm just lengthened as I ran. Before I got to the door my mother came running in to see what was wrong. Of course, the hand dissappeared. When I told her what had happened she helped me to look for the toys but they were never found. I always wondered how the hand and the toys might be connected. I don't know the answer to that but to this day, and I am nearly 40, I cannot sleep on a bed that has space underneath. I have to put suitcases under the bed or block the space somehow. My own bed is closed in underneath.
Date: Fri, 24 Jul 1998 12:59:38 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Karen Anderson
email karenan@pianet.org
I stumbled onto this site by accident but have found it totally captivating my attention. It also brought back a memory from my childhood which I must have suppressed, because when I remembered it, it brought tears to my eyes and a chill to my skin. When I was in 6th grade my family lived in Ft. Leavenworth Kansas. It is a very old army post and we were given housing in one of three buildings called the "Artillery Barracks." Apparently these buildings were actually used as barracks way back when. They were very old with huge rooms and high, high ceilings. The floors were either hardwood or linoleum. A long hallway ran the length of our apartment with doors connecting to either bedrooms or the living area. My parents used to go out every weekend and I would stay and babysit my little brother who is 10 years younger than me and at that time was only a year old. Most often they let a friend spend the night with me on these nights out, so I do have a witness. It was late! ! and we were in the living area when all of a sudden, as clear as a bell and very, very loudly footsteps started from the back end of the hallway and proceeded to walk to the front end of the hallway (it was a long hallway). We completely froze. I couldn't move or speak. We finally ran out of another door and got a neighbor to come back with us and check the apartment out. They found nothing and every window and door was locked.
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