So I was in my bathroom brushing my teeth and
I felt this presence. I had always known that there was something in
that bathroom and my friend knew it too. So I felt this presence,
and I saw this white, transparent bird thing fly past once,
disappear, twice, and disappear. I was so freaked I refused to go in
that bathroom for a week. I told my dad when he asked me why and he
said he had a bird so it was probably the ghost of that bird, but I
didn't do a banishing spell. I think ghosts like bathrooms because
that same friend has a ghost in her bathroom.
There was a hippie festival in my home town
Payton, Colorado (it was about some native calendar date, crow I
think) so I decided to go there and see what the deal was. It was
pretty cool but three days later it was coming to an end. At the
night of the closing, there was this whole ritual all about the
Kokopelli and after I got all the hippies off my yard, (LOL) there
was this hunch-backed guy walking down the road playing the flute,
literally the beat I have ever heard. He would do the little hand
gestures and weird things to the remaining hippies and I followed
him to the edge of the tree line. He turned to face me we stared
each other down (but I couldn't see his eyes), then he started
cackling maniacally and then flipped his flute at me and I flew
about ten feet back. When I got up to face him, he walked behind one
of the thinnest trees I have ever seen and just disappeared (what
happens?)
I've seen a lot of foggy ghosts but nothing
interesting until lately. One time over the summer I was in the
kitchen and home alone when I turned around to see a girl in a white
lace dress walk by the door. I then went into the living room and
there was no white clothe or girl anywhere.
The biggest of my experiences was tonight,
9-9-09. I was sitting in my driveway and I looked over and saw a
clown/man thing and I closed my eyes and counted to three and it
never went away. I was frozen sitting there. Then a few minutes
later, I suddenly get goose bumps all over my body and I was forced
to look up, where I saw the clown grinning at me. I stared in
silence until it started moving towards me. I was broken of the
paralysis and ran inside where I looked it up and saw the link to
tell you my story.
The other night I was walking
into a nearby forest with a few of my friends. One of my friends,
Ryan, had stopped before entering the gates. Usually there was no
problem with us going in, but tonight he seemed really spooked.
Though I merely laughed and trotted beyond the high iron gates,
looking back it really seems like a classic horror. Anyways, as I
steadily walked into the woods, down the dark path, I felt nothing
odd. Until, I was just out of sight of the gates and I stopped.
Something was standing maybe inches away from my face. I couldn't
make out what it was, but there was definitely something there. I
wanted and willed myself to step forward but I couldn't. So instead
I took two steps back. Now two feet away from this thing, I could
see the faintest almost blurred outline of what I though was a man,
about 5' 8". The center of this outline seemed blurred and the path
behind it seemed disfigured. I got a feeling as though this were an
old man. I didn't want to leave where I was standing. There was
nothing harmful about this 'spirit' (or whatever it may have been),
but it was definitely there, and foreboding me from entering the
wood which I had always loved.
Nearly five minutes later my
friend came up behind me and stopped just before walking into the
man. He was what I was staring at, and I told him. He quickly backed
away and turned. I stood there a moment longer then got spooked
myself and briskly left the forest.
My grandmother and I shared a bedroom. She passed away on Saint
Patrick's Day. Later that night, I was coming back from the bathroom
and I saw a white silhouette on one of the beds in the room that we
had shared. She turned around to me and said "I love you" and then
disappeared.
I see a ghost almost every night. I have an
entity that has been following me for almost 3 years now. It doesn't
harm me physically but causes me to be angry and depressed for no
reason. Also wakes me in the middle of the night. -Ashley
I've had lots, but my first was when I was
little, probably 10 and I got a new white kitty cat (stuffed animal)
at a thrift store. That night when I went to sleep, I cuddled up
with it. And for some reason I woke up and my kitty was gone! I felt
around on the ground next to my bed to see if it fell. Nothing... Oh
well, I'd find it in the morning. Then I woke up again... ugh. But
then I realized my cat was on top of my doll house... uhm, ok. I
wasn't even tall enough to reach it. Startled me a bit. THEN I woke
up again and opened my eyes. My cat was sitting directly at the end
of my bed, sitting straight up looking at me. I freaked out and ran
to my mom. Years later, when I became an investigator, I did an EVP
session in my room and caught a little girl's laugh. I believe she
was the one who haunted that cat. The cat is still in my room to
this day. ;) -Ansley
I have always been sensitive, but the latest
has been while at work. I work at a gun range and we have had
someone end their life there, I was opening up and there was a
female in the hall walking towards me, I started to say something to
her but she was gone before I could get a single word out.
-Remy
My ghost story took place at my
mother-in-law's house up in Lake Oswego, Oregon. I went up to care
for her while she recovered from a broken hip. I was at her house by
myself for three days before she came home. The second day in the
house, I was alone by myself with her two cats, and after checking
all the windows the day before with my bother-in-law, all the
windows were closed. Well the second day, all the windows were open
to her house. That afternoon, all her candles lit by themselves!
That night I went to take a shower and I do
like warm showers, so I adjusted the water before I got in. I
proceeded to wash my hair, when all of a sudden the water started to
come out of the shower boiling hot! I was scalded and received
blisters all over my back. I could not turn off the water, as the
water dial would not shut off! So I jumped out of the shower. That's
when I saw in the bathroom mirror this thing that I knew was pure
evil.
The third day I brought mom home, and when
she walked in she told me that Sam, her angel, hated my guts. Well I
thought all was well because she said it was her angel that watches
over her.
Next morning, day four, I was cooking her
breakfast when all of a sudden the flame on her stove went from low
to blasting! The flames went higher than the pot I was using! I
turned off the gas! Mom asked me for a glass of water with ice, so I
went to do that and her refrigerator had no ice in it. She told me I
had to ask Sam for it!! When I did, the ice started to pour into the
glass.
Also when I would cook for her, she loves to
eat in bed, there would be Orgami paper napkins folded on her tray.
I don't know how and never have known how to do Orgami.
Mom lives in a wooden house with lots of
mirrors everywhere you look. Well, my partner and brother-in-law
hates when Mom has candles lit. Her candles light themselves. Her
neighbor told me she would not even step foot on her property as it
was a freak show! Mom had a nurse to help her and me, and one day we
were sitting at Mom's kitchen table having coffee, when the nurse
saw these orbs that were hovering all around the house. Mom told us
both it was Sam.
One can stick metal objects to her wooden
walls and they will stick like magnets.
I used five pounds of salt to bless her
house to no avail, as it only made Sam mad! It made cabinets hit me
in the stomach, to where I would have the wind knocked out of me. I
saw this thing also throw Mom across her bedroom when she made it
mad! Apparently, it does not like what she says sometimes. Even
Mom's lawyer saw it one day push Mom out the door to her house.
I tried many spells to help Mom, but nothing
I did would banish this thing she calls Sam. I even conjured it in a
circle Mom has set up in her yard. Hundreds of ravens came to her
trees in the yard. So many that even her neighbors were taking
pictures of them. During my conjuring of this thing, I was left with
a feeling it was something Mom had invited into her house. See, Mom
is a witch, as am I. All I can say is, please do not mess with
things you don't understand, as it can attack and/or hurt you, and
even kill! I have spells on our house to keep all evil out. My
mother -in-law and I can still talk with our minds, but she can not
have Sam leave her house and her magic can not either! After living
with her for a year and having to deal with Sam and her under its
power, I will never return. I talk with her on the phone and I
write, but even writing her I have to protect myself with magic. I
will say that to have to fight another witch leaves one feeling
drained and needing nature to heal myself. Sam would drive her jeep
for me, clean her house, light her candles and fire place, help with
all she needed or wanted. Hell, why did she need or want me?
-Kevin
When I was ten, every night my bedroom
light would shut off at nine o'clock on school nights. At first it
freaked me out, then I used it to my advantage. Found out later in
life that my dad's best friend's father passed away in the house due
to a heart attack, and that while alive every night he'd turn the
kids' lights off for bedtime :) just like he did mine. -Sally
While night fishing at the Pueblo lake, I
heard a woman talking. After a while I realized she kept saying the
same thing over and over. 30 minutes went by, and I finally decided
enough was enough, grabbed my lantern and started walking the shore
line toward where her voice was. After walking for about 10 minutes,
the voice came from behind me, and I turned to see nobody there. She
sounded just as far away as she first did. I started to walk back, a
bit freaked, figuring some how I just missed her. After walking for
a bit, again her voice was coming from behind me. Ok, I was freaking
more. I yelled out, hey where are you, but she kept saying the same
thing over and over. So walked back over to my poles, got my stuff,
and started to leave. At that point clear as day I heard, Don't go
please. I turned and just before the light hit the bushes behind me
a saw a woman holding a flower in both hands. But as the light hit
where she was, she was gone. I ran over to where I saw her, nothing,
no foot prints, no voice, no sound other than the waves gently
hitting the shore line. (I never told anybody about her)
--Eric
My Great Gramps visits often. He has a
strong presence but I had never heard him speak or even saw him as
anything more than a blur in my periph. One night I woke up to a
tall shadow standing over my daughter and me. I laid there for a few
minutes just stunned but eventually I sensed it was him and got up
to get a glass of water. As i passed the shadow it dissipated but
not before greeting me with a "good morning". I never imagined a
simple greeting could be so unsettling lol --Amber Ann
I was driving at night and the car in
front of us went onto the dirt a little bit and kicked up dust, I
could see in the headlights a figure of a woman and two kids walking
right in front of our path on the road and we all screamed as I hit
the brakes and suddenly nothing was there ! They went right through
us! They disappeared ! I looked at my grandsons and said did you see
that? What was that? We all had no idea where they went... A few
days later The Caltrans workers started cleaning up that area to get
the road ready for a freeway going through and I noticed an old
grave was at that area with three crosses and roses! One big cross
and two little ones! --Janet
We have had a ghost living with us for
almost 18 years. I moved into an apartment where a
nine-month-pregnant woman had been shot in the stomach by her
boyfriend and died. I moved in right after with a one-year-old a
two-year-old and pregnant also. The ghost lady took to my kids, they
played with her. You could ask them who they were talking to and
they would say "the lady with the baby". Over time, she made less
appearances, like when I was married (less not none. He says he
never felt comfortable) and came back more when it was just us. She
has moved from place to place with us. She's nice, never scary. I
have had friends experience things with her too.
I noticed the most interaction with my son,
he was two at the time we moved in. Like I said I was pregnant and
had a one-year-old also. He would get up in the mornings and get the
box of cereal out of the cupboard and sit on the couch and watch tv
until I woke up. Now I'm sure it was never more than an hour, but
that is still a very long time for a two-year-old to sit and chill,
watching tv in the room alone. And it didn't matter what channel the
tv was on at night when I turned it off. Somehow every morning when
he turned that tv on, it was on PBS. (We didn't have cable and
that's the channel the kid shows came on). Sometimes I would be
watching tv and it would turn to PBS or the lights would turn on all
the time. At first I was spooked, but my son (and daughter too, as
she became able to talk) would put me at ease by telling me it was
"just the lady with the baby wanting to play". I had told friends
and of course they thought I was crazy! That is, until they had
their own experiences with the lady with the baby. One of those
times, I went in to check on my almost-one-year-old, she was asleep
in her crib, and I saw the ball roll into the middle of the floor
and start to go around in a circle. I called to my friend, hoping
she would come in quickly so she could see it going around and
around since she didn't believe in things like ghosts. She came
running in and yep, she finally got to see the ghost's movement. She
was spooked when she came over for a while. I had to convince her
that if the lady with the baby had never bothered her before, she
wouldn't bother her now. Eventually she got comfortable at my house
again.
Many years later, another friend was over
and we were talking about ghosts and he said that he didn't believe
in ghosts. Well, he happened to be sitting next to this awesome
phone I used to have - it was a battery-operated Scooby-Doo castle
phone. When it would ring, it made hooting owl sounds and shivering
knocking knees then Shaggy called out to Scooby I think. Anyway,
when he said he didn't believe in ghosts, it rang. I was surprised,
and it scared him, catching him off-guard and all. Well, I picked up
the whole phone and turned it all around to show him it wasn't
plugged in, and he saw that it didn't even have batteries in it.
- Elizabeth
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