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Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1998 08:51:50 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous
story My mother died when I was about 2 months old. I was raised by my grandmother (paternal) in a small house. For many years we slept side by side in twin beds. One night when I was about 3 years old, I awoke and saw a woman standing in the doorway in a white dress looking at me. I am told that I said something like, "Moma (this is what I call my grandmother), who's that lady?" My grandmother says she really did not open her eyes. She just said "What?" I replied, "That lady in the door." "You're dreaming," she said, "go back to sleep." I barely remember the incident fully, just the sight I saw. I never knew until many years later what my grandmother, upon reflecting upon it the next morning, suspected. She says that she questioned me closely and that I seemed to be describing an angel. I did not says this, she says. What I said was that the lady was wearing a "marry dress." This was my childish way of saying wedding dress. It was then that my grandmother beca! ! me convinced and I cannot disprove it, that the woman I saw was my mother. I was not told until a few years ago that because my family was poor and could not afford a new long sleeved dress in which to bury her, they buried her in the only long-sleeved dress she had (this to cover the needle marks from her many shots and I.V. marks.) My mother was buried in her wedding dress.
Date: Sat, 29 Aug 1998 14:02:49 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous
story I was sitting at my dad's laptop in the basement one night during the school year last year. Believe it or not I was on this site. Anyway, I suddenly heard some clunking and clicking noises coming from the stairs. Both staircases (Basement and the ones that lead upstairs) are right above each other, so I thought it was someone like my brother coming down to check on me or something like that. So, I turned and spoke, but I saw only a faint, flickery transparent-brown outline of a tan cocker spaniel slowly bounding down the stairs. Instantly, I recognized him as Teddy, my dog who had died 2 years before. After a few seconds, he disappeared behind the second post, but I could still feel cold spots in the room. So far, I have no idea why he would have come back. He had never ever been downstairs for his entire life (4 years), so why he was there is still a mystery to me. Oh. His favorite spot by the door is where he is most of the time, because I always feel a presence, and I feel colds spots there. After running upstairs, I can feel and sometimes hear him running up after me. Once I get over the gate, though, I feel safe again. The gate is one of those baby gates designed to keep toddlers from falling down the stairs. Very strange.
Date: Wed, 12 Aug 1998 13:51:37 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous
story Two years ago me and my family went on vacation in louisiana .We visited New Orleans and saw all the haunted houses in the area.Because my mom is a ghosts fan. on our way back we stopped at the myrtles plantation to go on the tour .well I am a ghosts fan myself so I wanted to go in their before any one else in the tour.As soon as I walked in their a calm feeling swepped over me and i felt very safe. as I walked through the house I saw a mirror it had to hand prints on it they looked likea childrens hand print the weirdest thing about this is that nobody had been in the house until we we were their because we were the first tour. so I walked some more into the house and came across a bed room I opened up the door and walked in it was very pretty inside.the wallpaper was gold the fire place was gold the bed was very big and it had a oak finish on it .I looked around for a little bit longer and walked out of their shutting the door as I left. Then we went on our tour we wa! ! ked by the mirror the hand prints were'nt their anymore I asked the tour guide if anybody had come in the house and cleaned while i was in their she said no.I thought to myself that's odd why did I see handprints in the mirror?Then the tour started back up again so we walked aond the house and we were just about to go into the gold room when I told my mom about how pretty this next room was so when we got ther the door was standing wide open and I thought to myself I thought I closed that door when we walked in the room it was green! every thing in the room was green even the wallpaper their wasn't a fire place and the bed the bed was so small my cokerspaniel probably couldn't fit on it. the room was tottaly diffrent then it was earlier. It was spooky on my way home i told my mom what had happened she didnt believe me but i knew something was going on in their. I havent been back since.
Date: Fri, 14 Aug 1998 11:11:48 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
From: ?? (please contact Obiwan if you are the author)
story Hello, I am writing this story because I feel like someone should know. My family lives out in the country. We live around the battle site of Pea Ridge.( the famous battle in the civil war.)That is the background so let me tell you the story....... It all started when we moved into our house that was about 1984,(I was 4 at the time.)when we moved in every time my dad would put a box down, it would pick itself up.and put itself neatly in the corner.At first we were freaked out but then we got used to it.We were even happy and called the ghost our little helper.when we were completely moved in and settled down the ghost settled down.Then my dad died and my family was in deep depression.(my mom the most) Then the ghost started up again.In the middle of the night he would walk up and down the stairs slamming doors that were open and opening doors that were shut. It would scare the hell out of all of us.Then we got used to it.When we got used to it the ghosts started comin! ! g in our rooms and pull the sheets off of us and he even sat on my mom's head!! but thats not all we would sit things down and walk into the next room he would pick them up and go hide them! one case in particularly My mom was doing her taxes one day.(she was in the living room at the time)she got up to get a drink of water when she came back everything was out of order and thrown all over the place. My mom had to put everey thing back in order and that took her forever to do. I can't remember my mom ever being so mad in my life then she ordered the preacher of our church to come and banish the ghost out. When that didn't work my mom brought a phsycic over to hold a seance I wasn't allowed in but my aunt gail,uncle larry,carlis (my mom's boyfriend at the time.)and my sister lesley. I have no idea what happened their that night but the next morning we moved I am now living in south arkansas and have been liing their ever since then. My mom never told me what happened that nigh! ! t but if she does I'LL let you no about it.
Date: Sat, 15 Aug 1998 19:46:24 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous
Hi Grandpa
I am only 16 years old but I wanted to share my experiences on my grandpa. My grandpa was shot and ed on Valentines day in 1985. It was very devistating for the family. Years passed but we never forgot him.
Last year, on Valentines day, My dad and I went out to eat at a nice restaurant right over the ocean. We began to talk obout grandpa and about how he would always be with us in spirit. Just as my dad said that, the window next to us blew open and a gust of wind hit our faces. The manager came over and asked us how it happened. Apperantly the windows were well bolted and welded shut and this had never happened before. It was wierd, but I was not scared a bit.
When we got home that night, my dad and I were watching televison. All of the sudden, we quickly jurked our heads in the same direction. We had seen a white light jump from my room to my brothers room. We knew it was grandpa just checking up on us. Occasionally we still see a white light jumping from room to room and we all just say "Hi Grandpa!"
Date: Mon, 17 Aug 1998 16:10:30 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous
I have over my 44 years seen a number of things I could not account for , my most recent ones were,
A couple of months ago I went for the first time into a hall of memory , as I entered the door , I felt a very strange kind of sadness come over me, which I attributed to the poppies all over the walls. Itook a step forward into the room and was halted by a soldier at the far end of the room .Hewasdressed in WW1 uniform with blood over one shoulder . He looked at me and shouted at me to get out. I felt that he was so angry that he might hurt me, so I left .I haven't been back yet to try to talk to him but I will .
My other story was sometime ago, iwas in a pub with a group of friends sitting in a semi circle around a fire , it was as all the stories go dark and winter. We were having a good night out and we started to tell ghost stories to each other . We had been doing this for about half an hour , Iwas listening to a woman and then out of the corner of my eye Isaw an old man standing just outside the ring . Then he just walked past us all through the middle and over to a bench in the corner. I seemed to be the only person to see him , but one of the men who he had walked past shuddered. someone else put the fire on and said that she felt cold . Iasked who the man was , but everyone thought I was just trying to frighten them . The man just seemed to be sitting on a bench a little higher than the one I could see and smoking a pipe . I could see the pipe but not smell it.
Date: Wed, 19 Aug 1998 23:58:14 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Julie
email jules175@yahoo.com
story I had 2 experiences when I was younger (about 10 years old) that I have never been able to explain. Both occurred while I was in bed so I have always put them down to being half asleep.
Anyway, the first time I was lying on my side facing the wall and all of a sudden I felt a large hold on my shoulder from behind. It was holding me hard, it wasn't trying to hold me down, it just felt like it didn't want to me to go. I turned around thinking it was my Dad checking on me and there was no one there.
The other thing that happened is that I remember waking in the middle of the night and seeing an apparition of an old lady hovering 2 feet off the ground, and she was looking in my sister's doorway (my bed faced into the hallway). This was not someone I recognise from any photographs of our family, and my family built our house in the 50's and there is no history attached. Once again, this lady was more of a reassurance and I was not scared. It was like a mother looking in rooms to make sure everyonw is OK.
Like I said, I have always put this down to being half asleep and probably was but if anyone has any other opinion, please let me know.
From: Abfabtwo@aol.com
Date: Mon, 31 Aug 1998 21:44:28 EDT
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
I feel I need my story to people who will believe me. This has been nagging at me for so many years.
I grew up in a house in Allentown, PA, my parents still live there, that is occupied by a ghost. Laru, who was shot and killed by her son in 1966, has only made her presence to me two times in my life and i lived there for 25+years. She was more known to my parents and my older sister, maybe she thought she would scare me(?). My mom and dad were friends with the family, and Laru used to babysit my sister. My mother was pregnant with me when she was murdered, we lived two blocks away at the time. We moved in sometime in the summer of '66 after I was born in April. To keep it brief, and to see if you want the whole tale, I'll narrow the sightings and occurences down. She first appeared not in shape but by mischevious actions... unplugging the refrigerator, flushing the toilet, knick knacks that were on tables and shelves would fly off and smash on the floor. A crucifix on my parents bedroom wall used to swing back and forth and you can see the groove in the wall to this day. When she did appear, it was always by a window, on any floor of the house. My mom and her friend saw her at the living room window, my dad upstairs.... Many witnesses to this. When I saw her, I was Ithink about 21 years old. I was sleeping and suddenly woke up. There was a woman standing at the bottom of my bed, her back was turned to me, and she was at the window. It was a white shape, solid, and then it was gone. Didn't vapor away, was just like POOF gone. I though to myself, well i finally saw her, and went back to sleep, not scared at all. i told my mother in the morning that I thought I saw Laru, and she smiled and looked ath the calendar, and said this was the day she died. Psychics had been called to the house when I was a child, unbeknowst to me, and they were told that yes there was a woman there, died violently, meant no harm to us, just wanted to watch us. Trust me! If you knew my family you would know I am sspeaking the thruth. If you want to hear an in depth account, not in mail form, e mail me, I would love to finally be able to tell the story. Thanks Colleen Reese
Date: Sun, 23 Aug 1998 15:09:55 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname JD
email JD_SOD@yahoo.com
story I was at a friends house that evening, he stopped sleeping there about 2 days ago because he said he'd seen spirits and things were moving around the house.
I didn't believe him, but that night something happend that really frightend me, We were sitting in the living room when suddenly one of the candleholder bursted into two pieces, the edges of the glass were perfectly smooth, then we heard a loud banging and scraping in the kitchen when we went to look a tin of catfood that was standing on the sink fell down on the floor, when i turned away to go back to the livingroom i looked into the mirror and i saw a figure standing in between us, I couldn't see if it was a man or a woman, because it was all blurry and transparent, This really frightend me and we haven't been into the house for a week now.
Did anybody have an experience like this, please mail me
Date: Sun, 23 Aug 1998 18:25:41 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Julie
email jules175@yahoo.com
story I have always felt as though sometimes there is someone with me in my bedroom, and earlier this year experienced it again. My house was built by my parents and as far as I know the land has no history accounted with it.
So I begin. It was the middle of the day and I was half asleep in my bed. The strangest thing is that whenever I have felt things, good or bad, I am always half asleep so have always put it down to dreaming. Anyway, as I said I thought I was dreaming about a man, well more of an apparition of a man, who would not leave my room and I kept telling him to go. I know at some point I was dreaming because he was following me through my house, unless I was sleepwalking, which I did do as a child. By the way, everything in this story happened during the day. (I was just having a nap). So this man would not leave, until eventually I just got tired of hime and rolled over. Like I said, the whole time I think (or thought) I was dreaming.
About 30 minutes after I woke up I decided to go to a friend's place. He was sitting there watching TV so I thought I would relate my weird dream. About a minute after I had started, the TV turned off. There was no power blackout and the remote control was sitting on the table. He just kind of looked at me strangely and said "That has never happened before". I just kind of laughed and put it down to a freaky coincidence. Then I proceeded to go on with the supposed dream. No less than 30 seconds later the TV turned off again. My friend was really freaked out by now and thought that we shouldn't talk about it anymore.
What I want answers with, is that I read elsewhere in here that if you talk aloud about an evil spirit, it invites it into your home. Had I invited whatever was with me into my friend's place, and where did it come from in the first place? I have never invited any spirits or anything like that into my home or to speak to me, so why do I feel them? Any thoughts, comments would be most appreciated, even if it can explain it all away. My e-mail address is jules175@yahoo.com.
Julie
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