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Eric is my brother.
He is nine years old.
He is a good student.
But he cannot get up early.
He sleeps until nine or ten in the morning
so he often arrives late for school.
My father doesn’t want him to be late for school
so he buys an alarm clock for Eric.
He says to Eric
“You must get up when you hear the clock ring. ”
” Eric says.
After that Eric gets up at six when he hears the clock ring.
One day my father forgot to wind up(上发条) the clock.
And the next day Eric didn’t get up at six.
It was time for breakfast.
My father went to his room.
Eric was in bed and his eyes were open.
“Why didn’t you get up? ” My father said angrily.
“You told me I must get up when I heared the clock ring.
And now I am waiting for the clock. ”
根据短文内容，判断句子的正(T)误(F)。
1.Eric isn’t a good student and he often arrives late for school.
2.Eric’s mother doesn’t want him to get up late.
3.Eric’s father bought a clock for Eric because Eric likes it.
4.One day the clock didn’t ring but Eric got up early.
5.Eric was waiting for the clock to ring.
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1.由第一段文中的“He is a good student.
But he cannot get up early. ”可知。2.由第二段文中的“My father doesn’t want him to be late for school. ”可知。3.仍由第二段文中的“My father doesn’t want him to be late for school. ”可知。4.由. . . the next day Eric didn’t get up at six. 可知。 5.由最后一段，可推出。
扫描下载二维码The Shadowlands: Ghosts and Hauntings
Dear Shadow lands, I love all my animals and losing them is devastating.
In 1996 my dear little pet piglet
Yum Yum (from Madame Butterfly) became ill at just eleven weeks
had been hand raised and was so tame and playful, her illness seemed
minor at first, but over 4 days escalated into something very serious
indeed, even though our vets tried everything to save her, we lost
The night she died in our little back room on her special bed, my
husband and I did our best to try and deal with losing her, and
late that night we quietly buried her under a favourite tree and
our goodbyes. Later the next day, my husband said to me, I want
you something about Yum Yum, do you want to hear it or will it upset
you. I told him it was okay. He said that the night Yum died he
walked through her little room late that night to get a drink, and
very clearly felt her brush against his legs, bristles and all,
like she loved to do. I found that a great comfort, that her soul
her spirit had not left us. She was a special little pig.
I now have Enya, my beloved pig who's been with me 6 years, but
never forget little Yum Yum.
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
Best wishes
&Where I Grew Up
By: wendy.
Let me begin by saying that I don't know what a ghost is. There's
obviously a phenomena occurring for which there is no explanation, but
is it spirits? Residual energy? I don't know and I refuse to limit the
possibilities either scientifically or spiritually until there is a concrete
reason for their elimination.I also try to eliminate every possible reasonable
and logical explanation for an occurence before I will classify it as unknown
or supernatural in nature.& Myself and my family have definitely experienced
whatever the phenonema may be. This might get a little long because a lot
of the things happened to us as our period of residence in this place spanned
I grew up in a row home in Lancaster City in Southeastern Pennsylvania,
a little slice of urbania in the middle of PA Dutch Country about 1 1/2
hrs outside of Philadelphia. It was pretty ordinary from the outside but
many extraordinary things occurred within.
The first thing I distinctly remember occurred in my brother's room
in the back of the house. We were kids and I had seen a mouse in my room,
so for some reason, I felt safer sleeping on a cot in my brother's room-
guess I figured the mouse couldn't get me there.It was bedtime and my brother
was laying on his bed and I was on the cot with the lights out.We were
talking when all of a sudden, the entire corner of the room lit up blue
and there was an electrical sound, like static. We both jumped up and ran
downstairs to get my parents. They came up to investigate and came up with
some lame excuse like it was static electricity. The corner of the room
where it happened was totally empty and it was not storming or anything
outside. Today my parents acknowledge that they have no idea what it was-
they were just trying to come up with an explanattion to make us feel better.
Another occurrence was witnessed on separate occasions by myself
and also my two sisters and one of their friends. On the third floor of
the house, there were two rooms. The front one we used as storage and the
back one was used by each of us as a bedroom at different times. There
was a door between the two rooms that was closed with a hook and eye latch-
the kind that has the metal piece that slides underneath to secure it.
While it was my bedroom, on several separate occasions, the door would
start pulling violently from the other side as if someone were tugging
on it, but there was no one over there. My mom said it was the wind, but
the windows were shut and the storm windows were down as it was winter,
and it was being pulled way more violently than any wind could have done.
My sisters had the same experience later when it was their room, only the
lock came unlatched by itself and the door swung open right in front of
their eyes. A friend of my youngest sister was there once when it happened
and alos witnessed it.
When I was a senior in high school, I was kind of going through
a very rebellious phase and cut school a lot. I would be the only person
in the house. I would go down to the bathroom and the water would be running.
I would shut it off and go back to my room. Next time I went to the bathroom,
the water would be running again. The happened repeatedly.
My dad and my youngest sister are the only ones who really saw any
apparitions. My dad used to wake up during the night and see the dark figure
of a man standing at the end of his bed or sometimes by the window. He
woke my mom up a few times, but she could never see the man.He said he
even crawled to the end of the bed& a few times and was trying to
touch the figure to see if it was real but his hand passed right through
it. My dad also said the figure beckoned to him on several occasions and
then turned around and walked out of the room. He also would every so often
awaken and see an orb of light up in the corner of his bedroom. He said
it would come rushing at him and veer off a the last minute and he could
feel a breeze on his face as it passed. My sister, while occupying the
aforementioned third floor bedroom, said she awoke one night to see a dark
figure standing at the top of the stairs (the stairs opened right into
the room). She said she was afraid someone had broken in and she tried
to get up but she couldn't. Eventually, the figure faded away and she was
able to move.I don't know if this was sleep paralysis, a supernatural experience
or maybe a little of both.
My other sister, despite the third floor door experience she had
had, was a skeptic. Until one day her and my brother were alone in the
house. My brother was sleeping with his door shut and a fan on and she
was in the bathroom getting ready for work when all of the sudden she heard
moaning coming from the bottom of the stairs. She peeked out because she
thought maybe it was the dog, but there was nobody there and the moaning
stopped. As soon as she went back in the bathroom, it started again. She
said she locked the bathroom door and was scared to death. She investigated
but couldn't find any explanation for the moaning.
I used to have experiences with things disappearing. I dropped a
piece of paper once and went to pick it up. It was gone. I never found
it even though I searched and searched for it. I would sit things down,
and turn around a minute or two later to get them, and they would be gone.
After awhile, this got on my nerves and I started demanding my stuff back.
Usually, I got it within a few minutes- many times, exactly where it had
been previously.
I also woke up one morning with scratches all over the left half
of my body. I always sleep on my right side, so the left was up from the
bed. At the time, I was playing bass guitar in jazz band at school. so
I had no fingernails whatsoever. I tried really hard to duplicate the scratched
because I figured maybe I had just had a dream and done it to myself in
my sleep, but I couldn't duplicate them. That was very freaky. (This also
occurred in the third floor. I also heard in that room what sounded like
one end of a telephone conversation. It was right in the room with me and
it was the voice of an adult male, but it was winter and all the windows
were shut and, at the time, we had no phone upstairs.)
The most interesting things happened when my nephew came along.
He and my sister live with my mom in this house (my parents had divorced
and my dad had moved out by this time). My sister and he shared my brothers
old bedroom. One night, he had just gotten his bath and was sitting on
the bed. My sister was trying to dress him, but he was looking straight
past her and giggling. Then he started counting. My sister asked him what
he was counting and he said "Fingers." There was nobody else home at the
He also saw my dead grandmother, who had died before he was born
and whom he had never met or seen pictures of. We called her Nanny. My
sister and he were in the living room and all of the sudden he said " You
can go to bed now, Nanny." My sister asked him where Nanny was and he pointed
to the video shelf and said "She's right there", kind of in a manner that
he couldn't understand why my sister couldn't see her. My sister asked
him if it was Nana (our other grandmother) or Grammy(what he calls our
mom) and he said no, it was Nanny.
The last incident I will relate is something that happened to my
mom. She was home alone and in the kitchen there was a big bunch of helium
balloons that my nephew had gotten when he was sick. My mom went upstairs
to her bedroom. When she went to go back downstairs, the balloons were
in the back bedroom upstairs (which was my brothers room and was now my
sister and nephews). The balloons would have had to, in a very short time(
maybe 5 minutes according to my mom), travelled all the way through the
living room,ducked to get through the doorway and made what amounts to
a u-turn& to go around the wall separating the living room and hallway,
gone up the stairs, then ducked down to get through the doorway to the
bedroom as the ceiling in the hallway was much higher. My mom was always
a little skeptical of the happenings at the house as well, but she admitted
that that was very strange.
The funny thing is, a lot of this stuff only came to surface after
we moved out and were talking about the past. We were all having these
experiences and we didn't know it until much later on.So it really wasn't
like a mass hallucination or like the suggestion of a haunting was out
there and our minds were just producing these things.. I don't know what
it was going on in that house, but there was something. Sometimes I wonder
if was something like a mass generated poltergeist phenomenon because there
was a great deal of tension in that house while we all lived there (we
were pretty bad off financially and my parents didn't get along at all)
or if maybe we triggered the emergence of something spiritual or residual,
I don't know. I've had experiences at other locales in my life but the
series of events at this home was the most enduring and most blatant I've
encountered thusfar.
&West Brunswick Cemetary
By: pinkie_
I grew up near the West Brunswick Cemetary in Brunswick, OH. It was
well-kept, beautiful, and old cemetary. It was peaceful, except
places. One was a tiny chapel near the center of the cemetary. The
not been opened since the 1800s, and if you peer in through one
barred windows, you can see a shovel, an old pail, and, if you're
looking at
the right time, a man. I don't know who the man is, I know only
friends and I got a bad shock when we looked in and saw him sitting
We, naturally, screamed, and some other friends came over and looked
They found nothing. Another spot is the "Baby Garden". The Baby
Garden is a
large part of the cemetary in which infants were buried. It's a
very sad and
depressing place, as most of the, er, occupants were less than a
when they passed on. But the most disturbing aspect of this place
you can hear the crying of infants at various times of the day and
After much pondering, my friends and I have concluded that the moment
cry, that was when they were born. There is a crypt, near the chapel,
which comes breathing noises. This may be just some superstitious
folks imagination, but it is still very unnerving when a wind arises
the grave, but no leaves move no matter how intense the wind. Feel
e-mail me. I love to swap stories.
Watching Over Us
I am originally from Tennessee, but grew up in Sarasota Florida after
my family had to move due to financial reasons.& We ended up with
a house on Cass Circle in the Siesta Heights Neighborhood.& I never
really thought anything was strange about growing up there at the time,
even though Mom said I spent entirely too much time talking to a Guy named
Chester in their Closet.& The routine was pretty simple - I was the
youngest and had an early bedtime. My sister shared the room with me and
had to join before long. The house only had two bedrooms and you could
see the door to our parents room and see the livingroom from our vantage
points in our beds.&& Every night I would see what I thought
was Dad leave the bedroom with a lit cigarette, walk around the livingroom,
then stand in our doorway staring at us.& He would then turn and go
back into the bedroom and we would not sThis went on all the way up through
my teen years and had become such a normal part of life that I never really
gave it much thought.& Then one day it hit me like a BRICK.............
Dad was deathly afraid of falling asleep and setting something on
fire when smoking.& Mom was the same way.& For this reason they
never kept cigarettes, lighters or ashtray's in their bedroom.& But
this shadow I saw come out of the room every night, had what looked like
a lit cigarette and would eventually walk back into the room with it and
not come out.& There were no ashtray's, no garbage cans, no place
to put the ashes or butt.& This that I had seen all this time, COULD
NOT BE DAD.............
I spoke to my sister about this when I hit my twenties, and she
went "WOW" - You remember seeing that too.& She went, you know that
couldnt have been Dad cause he wouldn't smoke in the bedroom or at night.&
I said I know, that is why I asked you to see if I was crazy.
I would have given anything to have still been living there when
I discovered all this.&& I would love to know if this sort of
thing still goes on.&& I also wonder if Chester in my parents
closet, was the one watching over us each night.............
Von Minden Hotel in Schulenburg, Tx
Wanting to do something different than just dressing up for Halloween,
my girlfriend and I headed to the haunted Von Minden Hotel in Schulenburg
We had intented to stay the night but decided, en route, not to
after all. The town is not much to look at but the hotel definitely stands
out. It's a slightly run down (yet beautiful) hotel that houses both a
quaint theater and pizza parlour on the bottom floor. We decided to start
off with pizza then convince one of the owners to give us a quick tour.
Upon entering the pizza parlour, we were greeted by a handful of young
tricker-treaters and a very friendly guy named Garrett (who turns out is
the owner). I introduced myself and asked if they sold beer. He stated
that they didn't but I could grab a six pack and bring it in, which we
After finishing our meal, Garrett was more than happy to give us
a tour of the Hotel. Upon entering the lobby you feel as if you have gone
back in time. Everything is exactly as it was in the 1920's. The hair on
the back of my neck stood up at this point. There were definitely ghosts
in that Hotel. He took us to the second floor to a room where a man had
hung himself with a wire. The wire cut into his neck, severing his jugular
veins and causing blood to squirt all over the room. Needless to say, it's
the only room with wallpaper.
In the hall Garrett proceeded to tell us the story of the WWII veteran
who had sent a telegram to his love stating that if she did indeed love
him, to meet him at the Hotel. He never heard back from her so decided
to take his life by jumping out of the window of room 36. His love arrived
a day later only to find him dead. While Garrett was telling me this story,
I caught an orb moving from the left side of the hall to the right and
dissappearing into the wall. I've never seen an orb before and never really
believed in them until then. I didn't say a word for fear of that he would
think I was making it up to patronize him. He then took us to the third
floor where his room was. I aksed him "so, do you ever see them...the ghosts
I mean?". He replied with "oh yea, all the time." He explained that many
people explain having a woman ask them directions to room 36. They think
nothing of it and proceed to give her directions when they suddenly realize
they're talking to themselves. He also stated that they always
We thanked Garrett and headed on our way. I'm always looking for
haunted places to visit, but this one was definitely the most haunted.
I definitely recommend the Von Minden to any ghost seekers. It's a genuine
experience and not a tourist trap.
Up-Dated Ghost Story
By: bratj_
I just wanted to update my ghost story, since it's coming up to the
Holidays again, our house is getting more "noisy" as our ghost here seems
to become more active around the Holidays starting with Thanksgiving.&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
My husband and I have heard numerous noises, such as doors closing, foot
steps and floors creaking where there is NO ONE THERE!& This doesn't
usually freak us out too badly, but about a few weeks ago, my husband and
I have had a very scary experience, but at seperate times...I and our son
were at Karate class one night, and my husband thought I had already come
home and was in bed, because he said when he rolled over he saw what looked
to be a head on my pillow and he chills!
On top of all this activity lately, I have taken pictures a while
back of certain areas of our house, and for the most part, none of them
turned out, they were all blurry, except for a few that turned out crystal
clear, but the weird thing is, is that the form we have on our dinningroom
floor, didn't turn up in the pictures at all, you just see the floor, when
I know there was & is a form there and was looking at it through the
view lense of the camera!& Also there are two pictures of me in the
house that the left side of the pictures turned out clear, but the right
side of one of the pictures there is a bright red line, and in the other
picture on the right side, it is blurry.& Very freaky.& So we
are going to try again to take pictures of the inside of our house at different
times of the day to see what does or doesn't turn up.
In addition to all this weird stuff going on in our house lately,
I have seen what I thought was our cat running out from underneath one
of our plant stands, towards my legs, and have felt something small, like
a cat or small dog running past my legs and brushing up against them at
the same time, but our cat was never around, she is usually in on top of
her stand looking out the window or in her bed sleeping when all this has
happened.& I don't know yet still who or what this new animal ghost
is, and still haven't found out who our ghost is either.& I still
have a hard time being in our basement late at night when everyone has
already gone to bed.
Well that's my up-date, Thank You for letting me tell it.
Unforgettable
When I was eight years old, my mother and I lived in a little trailer
in Southern Ohio.& Periodically, I would be awakened to my dog barking
like a maniac at the foot of my bed.& I would sit up to witness a
silhouette on my bedroom door of a man grabbing a woman by the throat and
stabbing her repeatedly.& The first time I saw this I was in terror,
thinking someone was murdering my mother.& When it stopped, I got
up and ran into the living room to find it dark, which is strange, as this
apparition seemed to be a shadow.& I do remember it always happened
at 12:15 a.m. on the dot.& It seemed to run a specific cycle.
Also, there is a little cemetery near where I now live in Olmsted
Falls, OH called Chestnut Grove Cemetery.& Locals refer to it simply
as the "Witch's" Grave.& One day, my friend had cut school with another
friend, so they went there to kill some time.& There was about a foot
of snow on the ground, and it was not snowing at the time.& They went&
to the grave that is supposedly the witch's, hung out for maybe ten minutes,
and when they turned around to go to the car, their footprints had disappeared!
Another friend and I have also sworn we've heard something in the
far left corner of the cemetery call our names.& This on different
occasions when we were alone.& I've decided against going there alone,
Unexplainable
My parents old house use to be a hotel in the late 1800's to early
Not sure of the details but the owner passed away inside of the
house due to
a heart attack.& Anyhow, there is a certain part of the house
where my mother
had an extra bed.& My mother use to sleep there until strange
things started
happening.& She would wake up in the middle of the night and
her blankets
would be sliding off of her bed and it would begin to shake.&
She tried to
ignore this until something actually jumped on her chest but she
see anything there.& Needless to say after this incident she
did not sleep in
that same room.& Also, my boyfriend now husband spent the night
with us once
and slept in this particular room and experienced the same thing
nothing jumped on him but quickly ran out of the room white as a
ghost.& This
would not just happen at certain times but instead randomly.&
We are not sure
if this is maybe the owner that passed away or what but this is
very creepy.
One other thing, the basement of the house use to be a saloon and
when you go
down there it feels as though someone is behind you at all times.
1990 Ghost Stories
By: JGomez@youthville.org
& My experience with the supernatural started in 1990 soon after
passed away. My name is Juli and I was 17 at the time this all began.
& Within a couple of weeks of my mother's passing I was home
alone. As I
walked through our dinning room I looked into a mirror. What I saw
the hell out of me. There in the mirror was a reflection of a spirit
black. The same kind of image as the grim reaper. I turned around
directly at this thing. What I saw was a black cloak with a hood
what should have been a face. There was no face inside the hood.
The spirit
sort of nodded it's head at me and left my house through the wall
the front door. I proceeded to dive into a corner of the dinning
cried. I knew that whatever sickness had inflicted itself on my
mother had
now left our home.
& A few years later I was again home alone while my fianc&
was working
second shift.& It was pretty late and I was asleep in bed.
Our 80 pound
rottwieler was in her room, when I was awaken to her crying as if
was really hurting her. I ran to her room where she was lying on
bed with her eyes very wide open. She was sort of cowering and crying
terribly. I started howlering at her and could not get her attention.
suddenly dawned on me that she was looking at Something behind me.
goosebumps all over my body. I hit the door to her room with my
hand to make
a very loud noise. It worked, she shook her head, blinked and came
over to me. Whatever had been in my house was apparently gone. Beth,
then got to sleep in bed with me for the rest of night. I never
whatever it was my dog saw. But to make an 80 pound dog cry out
in fear like
that can't be good!!
&& Sometime after that experience my fiance' and I went
to Virginia to visit
my dad and his new wife. They worked together in Fredricksburg at
shop called Varga Trophy. The building this shop is in was build
during the
Civil War. I do not know all of the history but it was used to hide
soldiers. On the third floor there is door to a room in the floor
soldiers and whoever else hid in. My dad and stepmom had been telling
a ghost that occupies the second and third floor of this building.
has many storied of his own in regards to this ghost. One night
working late and alone. He called his wife to tell her it was still
be awhile before he left for home. As he was on the phone a baseball
off of a shelf and hung in the air for second, dropped to the ground
rolled right at him. He decided it was time to go home right then.
&& There stories really excited me. I couldn't wait to
go to this very old
building to see what I could find. My stepmom took me up to the
third floor
and started to talk to the ghost that for some reason they called
As she and I stood there, there were heavy footsteps going across
the wooden
floor on the other side of the room. Val, my stepmom, went back
down stairs.
I stayed up there and took pictures. I didn't get anything on film.
&& Later that afternoon, I took my fiance' up there. I
started asking if
anyone was there with us. We heard a very low moaning noise. I asked
if there was anyone else there. Again, only louder we heard a very
moaing. My fiance' took off!! I was left standing there taking pictures.
When I felt a cold breeze blow in the back of my neck I decided
it was time
for me to go too. As I reached the stairs a metal bracket flew by&
the floor next to me. Scared the crap out of me!! I ran down stairs
scream. I told my dad what happened and made him go up to see the
thing. Sure enough, there it was lying on the floor. My dad told
to be nice and not to mess with his girl. As dad and I got back
second floor and off of the steps a big uility broom that had been
against the wall, hit the floor with a very loud crash. I'm not
pissed the ghost off or if he just wanted to make sure I knew he
definately there. Without a doubt - he is there!!
& The only person who has actually seen this ghost is Mike,
the owner of the
store. He was working alone one night and kept hearing someone walk
forth. Knowing he was the only person in the building he went to
out. As he reached the top of the steps he saw a Confederate Soldier
uniform pacing back and forth. As Mike watched him walk, he stopped
looked right at Mike. It was then that Mike left the building.
would you be interested in some real stories that happened to my
family? I would like to know what you make of them and if there is any
that can be explained.
I grew up in a new home that from day one my brother hated the basement
even as much as to say he wouldn't stay down there. I was 3 when i started
telling my mom and dad about the lady. My brother when he was 13, gave
me a cross for protection and he being an non believer in religion started
sleeping with a bible, cross and a knife in his bed at& age 17. My
mom saw a half skull and half human faced thing sitting on the end of her
bed. We always heard noises just loud enough to think it was a radio on
low not quite on the station. The thing appeared to my mother as a man
one night. My brother could sense when the linen closet in our bathroom
was open even if he was sleeping. My dad had an& experience where
he was on midnights and he was bedding down in the morning. The room was
dark and he always kept a small fan running. The static or whatever :he
heard it travel up the hallway and enter the room and hover above the bed.
my dad has always and I do to sleep with blankets over our head with just
enougthreats and hanging up decided to get nasty. My mother said leave
us alone and go back to where ever lunatic place you escaped from. From
what I understand the woman just groaned and the phone went dead. Now here
is the kicker> In engalnd my dad"s brother David was married to a Christine
and they were having major relationship problems. two weeks after the last
call they divorced. Any way there are more stories and I am glad i found
your site. This is what i love
To Dream or not to Dream
Well I've been looking at your website for a long time, and I finally
decided to send you my experience.
I grew up in Perth Amboy, NJ and lived in the same house for 19
yrs.& I've
always considered myself a little "sensitive" as I've always felt
things.& My mother never believed me until somethings happened
Anyways....this is one of my experiences.
Back in 1996 when I was about 16, I had a friend of mine sleep over
one night.& At about 12am I just opened my eyes and saw a face.&
seemed as soon as I opened my eyes it left and I felt a rush of
air.& I was
in one of those half-asleep states, so it didn't phase me much at
I sat up and at the end of my bed I saw an Indian sitting there.&
as though he was meditating.& I just sat there, looking at
him and my friend
in the next bed called my name.& When I turned to look at her,
I told her it
looked like there was a man standing next to her bed.& Then
I told her it
looked like he just got into the bed with her.& I just shrugged
and went to
sleep thinking I was dreaming.
The next morning I wasn't sure what happened lastnight.& I
didn't mention it
to my friend until she brought it up.& She asked me if I had
seen the man
sitting at the end of my bed.& Right then I knew I wasn't dreaming,
hadn't mentioned that figure to her lastnight.& I told my mom
about it and
she gave me the "I believe you believe it" speech.& Her tune
changed about
two years later when she had her own experience....
Three Ghostly Tales
By: skipmcf@gladstone.uoregon.edu
Well, after reading several stories on the site, I decided to add
mine to the list of odd experiences. One is a story I've shared
(even to the point of drawing a 1 page comic strip on it) but this
like a good place to share them. Sorry if this gets a bit long.
I've had a variety of odd things happen in my life ... whether ghostly,
states of mind or coincidence. For example, like others have mentioned,
I too have awakened in the middle of the night with a strong feeling
that someone was in the house, just out of my site, yet unable to
let alone barely breathe. The incidence I most remember of this
while living in a ground floor apartment in Livermore California
the street from the hospital where the ambulances would pull in,
blazing (though that did not happen this time to wake me up). That
I was the only one home, my first wife gone on a visit with an old
friend. But here are what I consider to be my three ghost stories:
The House I Never Saw.
I've had memories of a house that I recalled parts from a very young
age. I would have dreams of this house, and sometimes, for no apparent
reason, it would just pop into my mind when thinking about my
grandparents. When I was around 10-12, and my grandmother was spinning
yarns about our family past, I mentioned this house. Both her and
mother said it was (If I recall correctly now some 20+ years later)
accurate description of my great grandmothers house ... a house
never seen as I was born after she and my great grandfather had
and the house had passed from the family. Perhaps I just pieced
together from those old tales of my grandmother, except, she rarely
described the houses, focusing more on the people.
My Ghostly Playmate
Again, when I was about 10 years old, living in Pleasant Hill
California, I had an argument with my mom and was sent to my room
the day. Now I have to admit I was a rotten kid and have since done
best I could to change that, but then I deserved the day of grounding.
went to my room and started playing with my MEGO dolls (anyone remember
those from the 70s?). Now in my room, my bed was on say the South
and on the North was a dresser, on the East a closet that was about
of the wall, the door to the room being in the other half. As I
with my MEGOs ... I made lots of "POWS" and "CRASHES" as the heroes
villains fought. At some point, I made my Superman and Batman (why
heroes I don't know) fly at and crash into each other in mid air.
they collided, I said something along the lines of "CRASH". At the
time a "Thump", came from behind me. As I sat staring at the figures
lying on the bed, another "Thump" came, followed by another, picking
speed and getting closer. As I turned around, behind me, between
dresser and closet was a chalk board that was moving by itself,
side crashing into the dresser, then the closet. As I watched, it
and stopped. I immediately jumped up and started screaming to come
but mom refused (again, I was really rotten and she thought I was
pulling a trick to get out). I climbed on the bed, grabbed my MEGOs
sat watching that chalk board, crying until I fell asleep. I don't
if it was a ghostly reminder that being grounded to one's room didn't
mean "playtime", or if it was someone/thing that simply got caught
my play. Perahps, just perhaps I simply imagined it.
My Uncles grave.
My uncle died back in the 80's, a self inflicted gunshot in front
grandparents. This was my mom's brother, and both she and my grandmother
felt we looked a lot a like, and shared some similar personality
In fact, my aunt always said that if she and my uncle had had a
he'd look like me. As my grandparents didn't have much money, and
want to tell any family members of this, he was buried in the part
the cemetery where no grave stones are allowed, and where people
or little money can still have a burial. All he has is a small marker
about 3" x 2" with a number in it.
The first time my parents went to find his grave, they had a dickens
a time finding it. So they made photos, and notations on how many
footsteps from which graves with what object in line of site would
to the marker.
The first time I went with my parents, they started digging out
their photos and notes to figure out where, from a general starting
point this marker was. While they were doing this, I simply walked
about how many steps it was, knelt down and moved a bit of grass
it. Not too odd, probably just coincidence.
A few years later, I took one of my cousins to see her dad's grave
I started to count out the location. Went to what should have been
right spot, and started looking with no luck. This went on for several
tries/minutes. The next thing I knew, my cousin simply walked out,
down and found his marker.
OK, now for the really weird part. My uncle liked to play tricks
people. For what would have been his 50th birthday, I and my parents
went to the cemetery to have a birthday party for him, complete
bottle of wine and his favorites, Hostess cakes (those wonderful
ones with the chocolate frosting and creamy filling). We literally
hours looking for his marker, tearing up small tufts of grass that
grown over before finally giving up and finding a grounds keeper
us. He found it, about 2 inches away from the 2 foot by 3 foot area
had been looking in. After the grounds keeper left, we broke out
wine, all taking a sip and poring some out for him. Then we lit
in the Hostess for him. But it wouldn't light. The wind kept blowing
out (you can see the wind blowing constantly on a pinwheel we brought
for him). Somehow we got it lit after being ready to give up on
it and quickly decided to sing "Happy Birthday" as we knew the wind
would blow the candle out. The odd thing, it stayed lit for the
song ... meanwhile, the video shows the pinwheel still twirling
wind. Right after we finished the song, a gust of wind slightly
then the rest (which weren't that weak) came and blew out his candle,
just as if he was there.
We decided he must have been there, playing with us all day and
our 30 minute visit into a daylong visit with practical tricks,
us have his party just before we really needed to leave for the
to close. He wasn't always the nicest man, having drug and alcohol
problems, but underneath, he was a very loving and caring uncle.
his spirit is at rest, but still likes to play those practical jokes
once in a while.
Jersey Motel
It was during the late seventies and my family along with myself
were on our way down to Florida to visit my older sister.& We stopped
into a motel for the night all five of us shared a room of two double beds,
all night I kept waking up hearing cowboy boots walking back and forth
at the foot of the bed.& In the morning I was a misserable camper
and I look over at my brother and say, ``you look like I feel!``He replies,
``shhh, don`t talk about it!``& I blurt out, ``what, did you see him
too? He was wearing a black leather jacket, blue jeans with cowboy boots
that I heard and he had sandy blond hair. My brother said f...., at first
I thought I was dreaming. Our father being a cleptomaniac was always stealing
junk which we would always take turns scolding him.& My brother and
I made sure that he did not bring any momentos with him that day!
We lived in our house for 3 1/2 years.& The prior occupant lived
in the house from the age of 15 until she died at 98.& My husband
has seen her on many occasions.& I feel her presence.& A few
days after moving in my husband awoke to what he thought was me standing
in the bedroom doorway.& He asked me "what I was doing, why wasn't
I in bed? " that woke me up and he realized I was in bed.& She was
gone then, and he was up all night!!!
Ms. Kathleen also likes to pat bed covers and blink the lights.&
I'm wondering if she is signaling "bedtime" for everything always happens
in late evening.
She has also been seen on the stairs and in the doorway to the back
bedroom. This was her bedroom.Why do we think she is upstairs or headed
upstairs? She had three daughters who all slept on the 2nd floor.&
We think she is checking on them.& Why is she here?& We think
because she spent many wonderful years here and passed in the house.&
After being here, and having her as part of the history.& We would
never move or ask her to leave!! She has become part of our family.
Life In A Haunted House
THE HOUSE I USED TO LIVE IN WHEN I WAS YOUNGER WAS HAUNTED BY THREE
DIFFERENT GHOSTS. ONE WHICH SEEMED HARMLESS AND THE OTHER TWO WE WEREN'T
SURE ABOUT. FIRST OF ALL, MY DAD, MY MOM AND MY BROTHER AND I WERE THE
ONES WHO LIVED IN THIS HOUSE. OF COURSE AT FIRST MY BROTHER AND I WERE
TOO YOUNG TO KNOW OF THESE THINGS (WE WERE BOTH BABIES), BUT MY MOM TOLD
ME OF THE THINGS THAT HAPPENED WHEN I GREW OLDER. FIRST OF ALL SHE SAYS
SHE NEARLY HAD A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN LIVING THERE. MY DAD WORKED THE THIRD
SHIFT AND SHE WAS HOME ALONE WITH JUST US BABIES. SHE SAID SHE WOULD BE
TRYING TO GET US TO SLEEP IN HER ROOM AND SHE WOULD HEAR HEAVY FOOTSTEPS
IN ANOTHER ROOM. SHE SAID WHEN SHE CHECKED IT OUT, NO ONE WAS IN THE ROOM
WHERE THE FOOTSTEPS WERE COMING FROM AND NOTHING WAS OUT OF PLACE. ALSO
SHE HAD BOTH OF OUR BABY BEDS IN HER BEDROOM AND EVERY NIGHT A RED SHADOW
LIKE THING WOULD HANG OVER MY BROTHERS BABY BED AND WHEN IT WOULD APPE&
AS WE GREW OLDER MY BROTHER AND I AND SOME OF OUR FRIENDS STARTING NOTICING
THINGS. ONE NIGHT MY COUSIN SPENT THE NIGHT AND SHE WOKE UP IN THE MIDDLE
OF THE NIGHT THIRSTY, SO SHE WENT TO GET A GLASS OF WATER. SHE SAW WHO
SHE THOUGHT WAS MY MOM STANDING IN FRONT OF THE KITCHEN SINK. SHE WENT
UP TO HER TO ASK HER FOR A CUP OF WATER AND REALIZED IT WASN'T MY MOM AND
RAN BACK TO MY ROOM AND COVERED UP WITH THE BLANKETS. STRANGE THINGS WENT
ON THROUGHOUT THE YEARS. WE WOULD SEE A LADY WALKING BACK AND FORTH IN
OUR KITCHEN BUT WE WERE ALWAYS TO AFRAID TO APPROACH HER, SHE SEEMED HARMLESS
AND SAD.THE OTHER TWO GHOSTS THAT WE HAVE SEEN IN THAT HOUSE WERE MEN AND
THEY SEEMED EVIL OR WANTED US OUT OR SOMETHING. BUT THE WEIRD THING IS,
THAT OUR HOUSE WAS BEING REMODELED YEARS LATER AND THE MANTLE WAS KNOCKED
LOOSE FROM THE WALLS AND WE DISCOVERED SOME PAPERS BEHIND IT. SO WE INVESTIGATED
A LITTLE BIT. WE FOUND OUT THAT SURE ENOUGH THERE HAD BEEN A LADY WHO HAD
LIVED THERE THAT GAVE BIRTH TO A BABY THAT HAD DIED.
Dead Squirrels
This is a story that does not involve ghosts but it is supernatural.&
I moved into a house with my family when I was around 16 I shared a bedroom
with one of my brothers.& My father and I have generaly been good
at sensing spiritual things we are dedicated christians and belive it was
the gift of dicernment.& The walls of my bedroom where plastered with
heavy metal bands covered with pentagrams and 666 we also belived a ouijie
board was used in the room as well as other things.& one night while
I was dreaming my dream turned very frightning I still don't feel comfterable
telling it in full but it involved dead children.& my brother woke
up from the frightened sounds I was making in my sleep.& I woke in
the middle of his prayer and I saw floating above my bed a transparent
creature that was pinning me to my bed I could not move or speak.&
I said a little prayer in my head and then the only things my lips would
let me say is the name of jesus and the demon let me go.& the room
still had a very evil presence so I woke up my father who came and threw
prayer removed it from my room.& it kept trying to hide in different
rooms and my dad kept kicking in out.& finally when it had now where
else to go, it spoke to my dad and asked if it could possess the near by
squirrels (this is the part that if it wasn't true I'ld be embarressed
to say) we could feel the evil presence leave the house we said a prayer
and had a good nights rest.& the next day my youngest brother not
knowing what had happened came home from school and said "hey what's with
the dead squirrels in front of the door" sure enough right at the bottom
of the stairs there were three dead squirrels
I don't tell to many people this story mainly cause people don't
I have never seen a ghost or been abducted or anything crazy like
that but I
do have a couple of creepy experiences that I would like to share
In 1990 I was attending unviversity in Edmonton Canada and sharing
floor of an old downtown house that had been divided into three
apartments.
The house was about 80 years old. I was a sophmore at the time and
roommates and we were young and partying alot. We would have friends
frequently to have some drinks before going to the clubs. On many
while we were listening to the stereo the volume would begin going
down on its own. Also the TV would go on and off all the time. Sometimes
when I was home alone I would get out of the shower and the TV and
would be on but none of my roommates were home. There also seemed
to be alot
of electricity in the apartment. Whenever anyone touched anything
they would
get one of those little static shocks. It was all a little strange
was never scary and most of us brushed it off as remote control
bouncing around. One day I went to the first floor to pay the rent
mentioned my experiences to the landlord who told me that a young
depressed man had hung himself in our living room in the 60's. The
story I want to tell was told to me by my boss's father about 10
years ago.
He told me that when he was a young& man he had joined the
army to stop the
Nazis and had been mobilized for D-Day and Canada's assault on Juneau
He told me he met a man in his unit and they became best friends.
miracously survived the war and remained close friends in Canada.
He told me
that one night he awoke to find his friend standing at the foot
of his bed.
His friend told him he loved him and then he dissappeared. The next
he received a phone call from his friend's wife who told him that
his friend
had died in his sleep the previous night. The strange thing is that
friend lived in Victoria, British Columbia which is about 1200km
Edmonton where my boss's father lived.
College Story
I've read several of these stories and I want to share
mine.& This happened eleven years ago while I was
visiting my younger sister at her college in the
South.& She attended a very old school that had old
brick buildings with columns and ivy.& One building in
particular - Theateratre - was well known for being
haunted by a ghost named AJ who at one time was a
President of the college.
After a night of partying and having a blast, my
sister and I ended up in theateratre building with a
very good friend of hers at the time.& He was heavily
itheateratre and made arrangements with the school to
live there.& It was about 3:00 in the morning when we
started asking him about the strange things that
happened to him.& He told us about the horses
galloping in the radiators, and how late at night he
would be in theateratre working on technical things
and a chair in the very last row would be the only one
in a seated position.& He also told us how he would be
checking sound and suddenly it would go on the fritz.
He said he was comfortable around AJ, and would ask
out loudloud to stop messing around because he had to
get his work done.& Evidently, this was a very
cooperative playful ghost and would leave our friend
to his work.
Around 4:00 a.m., my sister and I decided it was time
to leave to get some sleep.& We stood up, stretched
and put our coats on.& I went to grab the door and it
was locked.& So I asked my sister to try the door and
she couldn't open it either.& Our friend finally told
AJ to stop playing with us because we were all tired -
and the door opened!& What was so bizarre is that the
door had no lock on it.
When we stepped out into the hallway, I remember
thinking how cold it was and goose bumpsosebumps and
all the hairs on the back of my neck and arm standing
straight up.& I definitely felt a
presemischeviouschevious one at that!& I'll never
forget it.& My sister thinks we were just tired and
that our friend was playing a joke on us.& But I think
she tells herself that to make herself feel better
about the experience.
Coincidence????
By: pat@inter-linc.net
I was a policeman and at the time, I was in charge of Accident Investigation.
I was driving home, after work,& one afternoon when I began to wonder
about a fellow who I had not seen for some time. He was not a friend of
mine,just someone I had& seen in the hallway of the police station.
He& sometimes came in to pay traffic fines.
When I arrived home,the phone rang and it was the police dispatcher,telling
me that I was to respond to a fatal accident scene.
Upon my arrival, the investigating officer told me that a man had
been repeatedly run over with a car,driven by his girl friend. She had
already been taken into custody. We then preceeded to the spot where the
victim was lying on the ground. The victim was the man I had been wondering
Civil War Soldier
I had a strange paranormal experience happen to me five years ago.
I am now thirteen. It was around Halloween that i had this happening. I
woke up one night freezing to the point where i got sick. I became delerious
and i felt as if i was an injured civil war soldier.I know strange huh?
I couldn't talk like I had larengidous. I then said, "Go on without me
men!" But then i snapped out of it, and tried to call my mother. I couldn't.
I then went back to sleep. I woke up warm and well that morning, but I
will never forget it.
Civil War Ghosts
The last time I visited Gettysburg battlefield was summer 1992. This
was just a few days after Ted Turner's movie studio finished filming the
movie "Gettysburg' starring Martin Sheen, Tom Berenger and Jeff Daniels.
Anyway I took a driving tour of the battlefield stopping occasionally to
get out at locations of special interest.
One such location of special interest was near Devil's Den and Little
Round Top. I parked my car on a side road out in fairly open ground, got
out and began walking toward Little Round Top. Battlefield markers and
monuments nearby indicated that this area was known as the Wheat Field
and the Peach Orchard. The actual Wheatfield and Orchard had been cut down
many years ago but back during the battle, on July 2, 1863 (Second Day)
Hood's division
had attacked across that ground pushing the Union defenders back
toward Little Round Top.
As I crossed the open ground Little Round Top was clearly visible
to the right front and Devil's Den could be seen off to the far right.
There was a line of trees that marked a small wood midway across that open
field. As I approached that line of trees (which was about halfway from
the start of the Wheatfield to Little Round Top) I felt an indescribable
sensation of emotion, fear, exultation, expectation, pain, rage, raw energy
emotions that I have never felt before or since. This was a palpable
presence or energy. I became very disoriented and retraced my path back
about 50 yards.
Again I walked towards Little Round Top and again I& "hit"
that terrific wall of emotion and energy at the same exact place. This
time I continued walking forward and soon the energy faded and disappeared.
I went back over that area two or three more times and on each occasion
I was hit by a vortex of energy. Soon I became emotionally and mentally
tired so did not return again to that area.
I have been to nearly all the major Civil War battlefields, many
two or three times. I have never encountered anything remotely like that
before or since.
If you go to Gettysburg I suggest that you see for yourself if there
is anything to this. My experience was ten years ago yet theories about
energy hauntings at battlefields holds that such energies can lasts for
dozens and even hundreds of years.
Christmas Ghost
By: robert.
I had a very strange experience in a house that I was renting in
Point, New York on Christmas Eve 1995. It was well after midnight
was in the living room wrapping the last of the Christmas presents
my daughters. My wife was in the kitchen, the next room cleaning
sat on the couch wrapping the gifts the song silent night was playing
the stereo.
&&& I always think of my Grandmother when I hear
that song at Christmas
time. We were very close. She died in 1990, one month before my
daughter was born. As I continued wrapping and thinking about my
Grandmother, I looked over to my left and noticed that the rocking
was rocking.
&&& There is nothing that touched the chair, no draft,
and the house had
baseboard heating, so there was nothing that could have moved the
&&& I called my wife into the room and said outloud
"Alright Grandma,
knock it off." Just as I said that, a ceramic hat was thrown off
ceramic snow man which was on top of the television about ten feet
the chair. The hat landed on the floor about 5 feet from the television.
&&& My wife got into the room just as the hat hit
the floor. We were
both quite spooked by the events. I immediately called my mother
if she was alright, which she was. I never felt threatened and nothing
has happened since then, but makes for an interesting Christmas
Hi I'm 19 years old and I've always lived in really old houses. We've
moved from Canada to Florida about 11 yers ago. And now we live in this
beautiful house onthe water. I know its old but nt sure how ols exactly.
I've always had these feelings of someone watching me in my room ever since
we moved in, though I never saw anything.
But thinking someone else is in the room and geting those weird
chills really bothered me , one night they got really bad. I was trying
to get to sleep, so I just ignored them about 5 minutes later I just couldn't
ignore it anymore so I sat up and looked around as I looked over at my
other pillow I noticed smoke coming from it. I put my hand on it but it
wasn't hot it was ice cold.
When I turn to switch my light on I saw a shadow fly quickly under
my door and down the hall at that point I was Freaked! So I screamed for
my parents of course they never believed me , but I still get those chills
to this day.
Central New York
HELLO, IM SORRY IF I DID NOT GET THIS TO THE RIGHT EMAIL ADDRESS,
BUT HERE ARE A FEW TIDBITS FROM CENTRAL NEW YORK.& I WANT TO BEGIN
FIRST BY SAYING THAT I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR SITE, ITS WELL DONE AND INFORMATIVE/ENTERTAINING.
NOW TO MY LITTLE PART OF THE GREAT STATE OF NY.& I LIVE IN
THE MOHAWK VALLEY WHICH IS RICH IN HISTORY.& THE ROAD I LIVE ALONG
WAS HERE SINCE BEFORE THE PILGRIMS.&& I LIVE IN A RATHER LARGE
DOUBLE WIDE MOBILE HOME PARK IN SCHUYLER NY. ALONG THIS PATH MARCHED GEORGE
WASHINGTON WITH HIS TROOPS GOING
TO AND FROM "FORT HERKIMER" AND GENERAL HERKIMERS HOME.& ALSO
ABE LINCOLN HAS PASSED THRU.
I BELIEVE THAT IT IS HAUNTED, AND I HAVE (FOR SOME REASON), A STRONG
NOTION THAT IT IS KIDS.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED CUS' BACK THEN IT COULD HAVE
BEEN FLU, INDIANS, CIVIL WAR, FIRE, ETC... BUT FOR ONE THING NOW AND THEN
YOU CAN HERE BUT NOT SEE PEBBLES BEING THROWN.& ONE PARTICULAR NITE
I WAS OUT WITH MY SON
ON THE PORCH AND WE HEARD THEM AND WE WERE A LITTLE WORRIED THAT
THE MAN ACROSS THE STREET WOULD THINK IT WAS US THROWING PEBBLES AT HIS
VETTE.& A WHILE LATER WHEN WE WENT IN THE HOUSE A TALL HUTCH DOOR
OF MINE POPPED OPEN IN MY BEDROOM.& I HAVE OFTEN GONE HOME AND ITS
OPEN.& I DON'T KEEP ANYTHING
IN IT SO THERE'S NO REASON FOR US TO GO IN IT AND THE DOOR IS HARD
TO OPEN& AND IT ALMOST THROWS YOU BACK ONCE IT DOES OPEN WITH A LOT
OF NOISE.& TO HANDLE THIS SPOOKY SITUATION I ALWAYS SAY OUT LOUD WHEN
I LEAVE HOME,
"EVERYONE, PLEASE LEAVE EVERYTHING ALONE".
MY SON HAS ALSO SEEN A LITTLE GIRL IN WHITE SKIPPING ALONG AND DISAPPEAR.
HIS ONLY REACTION WAS TO BURST INTO TEARS WITH A FEELING OF GREAT SADNESS.
&MY DAD WAS 77 AND SICK AND HIS BODY WAS BASICALLY WORN OUT
WHEN HE DIED.& I SEEN HIM DYING FOR MANY YEARS AND WHEN THE TIME CAME
AND EVERYONE WENT TO SAY THEIR LAST GOOD-BYES, I COULDN'T.& I REGRETTED
IT UNTIL HE CAME TO SAY
GOODBYE , ALMOST A YEAR AFTER HE DIED, I THINK HE CAME TO VISIT
AND I DONT THINK IT WAS A DREAM.& FIRST OFF, I HAVE MY ALARM SET FOR
6:30 AM EVERY MORNING TO GET UP AND GO TO WORK AND GET THE KID UP FOR SCHOOL.&
THIS PARTICULAR MORNING IT WENT OFF AT 5:30 AND I GOT UP AND WOKE UP MY
SON WHO NOTED TO ME
THAT IT WAS STILL TO DARK OUT TO BE 6:30, SO WE TURNED ON THE TV
TO CONFIRM THE TIME AND IT WAS INDEED 5:30.& I WENT BACK TO BED AND
DID NOT REALIZE IF FELL ASLEEP ( WHICH I DON'T THINK I WAS REALLY "ASLEEP").&
SO ANY HOW THERE
I WAS AND SUDDENLY FELT VERY AFRAID AND THEN RELIEVED AS I LOOK
AT THE FOOT OF MY BED AND IT WAS JUST MY FATHER.& (OK, HE'S DEAD),.&
I LOOKED AT HIM AND STARTED CRYING MY EYES OUT!, HE SAYS, "WHAT IS THE
MATTER WITH YOU?", I SAID, "IM WORRIED ABOUT YOU".& HE SAYS "WHAT
THE HELL ARE YOU WORRIED ABOUT
ME FOR, IM BETTER THAN I HAVE EVER BEEN!!!!!& I THEN ASKED
HIM IF HE HAD GONE TO SEE MY MOM CUS THEY HAVE HAD SPOOKY THINGS HAPPENING
AND ALL HE SAID TO THAT WAS "IN THE FALL".& OK, NOW I DON'T THINK
I WAS DREAMING BECAUSE SOMEHOW I KNEW THAT MY SON WAS COMING IN TO WAKE
ME UP AND TELL ME HE WAS
GOING AND WHEN I WAS TALKING TO MY DAD I REMEMBER HEARING THE SHOWER
GOING. I TOLD MY DAD THAT HE SHOULD HIDE CUS' I DID NOT WANT DEWEY FREAKING
OUT. AND BEFORE I COULD HARDLY FINISH THE SENTENCE MY SON WAS SHAKING ME.&
ALSO I WANT TO NOTE THAT MY DAD LOOKED LIKE THE PICTURE OF HEALTH HE DID
WHEN I WAS
IN HIGH SCHOOL SOME 15 YEARS AGO.
ONE MORE INCIDENT I AM GOING TO ADD IS THAT MY MOM LIVES IN ILION,
WHICH FOR YOU HUNTING AND GUN BUFFS IS THE HOME OF THE REMINGTON ARMS CO.&
AGAIN A TOWN LOADED WITH HISTORY.& SHE WAS WALKING HER DOG AT A LOCAL
PARK, UP THE
NARROW LITTLE PATH THAT CUTS THRU THE PARK.& WHEN SHE GOT TO
THE SWINGS NEAR THE WOODS SHE SAW A LITTLE GIRL WITH LONG BROWN HAIR IN
A VERY LONG RED VELVET DRESS SWINGING LIKE HELL.& SHE THOUGHT A MIN.
THAT THE DRESS WAS A LITTLE OUT DATED, BUT WITH TODAY'S FASHIONS WHO KNOWS.&
SHE ALSO THOUGHT IT
ODD THAT SUCH A LITTLE THING WAS THERE WITH OUT AN ADULT.&
SO SHE SAID HI AND PROCEEDED TO A LITTLE PATCH OF WOODS FOR THE DOG AND
LET HIM DO HIS THING AND TURNED AROUND TO GO BACK AND NOW THE LITTLE GIRL
WAS STANDING
THERE WATCHING THEM ON THE PATH.& MY MOM SAID HELLO AND WALKED
ABOUT 5 FEET AND DECIDED TO SEE IF SHE NEEDED HELP HOME AND TURNED AROUND
AND SHE WAS GONE.
THERE WAS NO QUICK WAY OUT OF THERE AT THIS POINT FOR THE GIRL TO
LEAVE SO QUICKLY.& 5 DAYS LATER MY MOTHERS BLOOD PRESSURE SHOT UP
SO HIGH THEY THOUGHT SHE RUPTURED A VESSEL IN HER HEART.& SHE BELIEVES
THIS GIRL WAS SOME
SORT OF WARNING OR WAS THERE TO TAKE HER TO HEAVEN.& I DON'T
KNOW.& I HAVE TO SAY, I LOVE THIS STUFF.& I WILL WATCH EVERY
"HAUNTED HISTORY" AND "WORLDS SCARIEST PLACES" OR FEAR BUT I DON'T WANT
THEM TO HAPPEN TO ME.& I THINK HOWEVER BETWEEN ALL THAT TV. AND THIS
SITE, I HAVE AWAKENED MY 6TH SENSE.& I
TRY NOT TO BE AFRAID.& MY DAD KNEW THIS ABOUT ME AS IM AFRAID
OF MY FRIEND JOANNES' HOUSE THAT I KNOW IS HAUNTED.& I THINK HE APPROACHED
ME IN A STAGE OF ALERTNESS THAT I COULD ACCEPT HIM.& TO GET ME TO
THIS STAGE, HE MESSED WITH MY ALARM.
Creepy Drawings and the Cold
My family live in the capital of the state of San Luis Potosi, Mexico.
We all had experienced some strange events over the years. My sister, now
28, was the first. At that time we lived in a small town 7 hours from the
capital that was very small, with an old-fashioned lifestyle.& My
dad& was sent there to work, so the whole family moved when I was
6 and she was 3 years old, and she had this ?friend? she used to call&
?my cousin Hen?. (yes, the name sounds like the chicken?s mom)& She
started to show this weird behavior: she was talking with someone&
that no one else can see or hear but her. Sometimes the conversations lasted
hours and she also took food for him or asked for it.& We never could
find where the extra food went to and never saw her eating it. She didn?t
allowed us to sit in certain places because he was sat there. All of this
shouldn?t be too strange except for one thing:& One day, my mother,
a little bit tired of what she thought was my sister?s imaginary friend
game, told her that was getting bored of hearing about him.& My sister
answer was:& ?Oh, don?t worry, he won?t come back, he was covered
with blood last time I saw him. I think he?s dead?.& My mom was horrified
?cause her daughter was too young for saying such a thing.& We?re
talking about the 70?s early years, in a small town far away from everything,
with only two TV channels you could see on the tube& and we never
saw it before without our parents watching too, so it wasn?t something
she could have seen& on TV (my parents were really careful and even
over-protected us). Anyway, we all thought she was making it up.&
One or two days later, she took my crayons and started to draw really creepy
stuff:& a tall man shooting a little blonde boy dressed in white shirt
and blue pants, the boy covered with blood all over
the boy in her own
the boy stuck in a hole,
is one I?ll never forget. I asked her to stop it because I was really scared
of it, but said that the cousin Hen wanted her to draw for him. I told
my mom, of course, she freaked out and tore the drawings into pieces, only
to find out later that she was doing it again and again.& She took
away from us the crayons, colors, pencils, pens and things like that, but
the little artist always found a way to continue them.& My mom told
Brenda that she was sick of it and ordered Hen to get the hell out.&
It was the first time she speaks to him directly and she got an answer:&
the room got colder, and I mean real cold. It was 10 or 11 in the morning
in a jungle weather& with temperature over 38 & C& and we
could see our breath in the toys room.& The door (that was half open)
was opened and closed with violence& as the temperature rose to normal.
Her behavior stopped and she never mentioned another visit after that morning.
Further on, some investigations with the neighbors brought this story:&
In the late 50? s, a man from Germany came to this town with his 9-10 years-old
only son (we never knew the boy?s name, but Hen doesn?t sound like a latin
name, believe me).& Nobody knew if he was divorced or a widower, but
there was no wife with him. The man bought some lands to the indigenous
and was famous for his cruelty and racism. He lived in a hill with his
boy and some workers.& After a year or two the boy disappeared and
the father said that was sent back to Germany, but nobody saw him left
or heard of somebody traveling with the boy,& and the man was out
only for a couple of days. Nobody saw the boy again and the man died in
a hunt accident almost 20 years later and never said another word about
his son during that time or received a visit from him. Nobody reclaimed
the property, so the government took it. They never lived in our house
or even nearby, so I don?t know why he choose my sister ?to draw his story?
and I wonder if that man killed his son and he told it to her.& We
left the town 3 years later to live in the capital of the state and my
sister has no memory of this at all.
Castle in France
I have a story to tell about a three hundred year old castle around
the south of France. The name of the castle is& The Chateau d Ecutigny
, it is currently owned by a wonderful couple Francois and Patrick. We
were passing through the area the summer before last and arranged to stay
one night. The castle is beautiful, the rooms very big and the people wonderfully
friendly. We were asked if we wanted to stay in one of the tower rooms
and we said yeas. The room was huge with a full size sleigh bed about four
feet off the floor for our daughter and a king size bed for me and my husband,
the floor was a stone tile. After settling in Francois told us to meet
in the garden for drinks before dinner and she would give us a tour of
the castle. As we toured Francois told us the story of a family of three,
mother daughter ad husband who lived on the property ll right to sleep
and slept peacefully until morning. I did not mention the story to Francois
until she came into the breakfast room and cheerfully asked& did you
see any ghosts last night?& I quickly turned and said& I felt
the presence and the ghost is a woman, am I right?&& Francois
just smiled, walked away quickly and would not talk about it again. As
I was leaving that day I felt the presence again and she revealed to me
that she looks after all children who stay over at the castle.
Cape May New Jersey
One night my friend and I were walking on the beach on Beach Avenue
in Cape May, New Jersey.& I'm not sure what the beach is called though.&
Well, it was 9:30 and my friend and I were the only ones on the beach.&
We started walking up the beach going to our hotel when we saw something
appear a few yards ahead of us.& It looked like a horse and it was
galloping from the water to the boardwalk and back to the water.&
It was going to fast for a person.& We decided to turn around and
run, but once we started to run, something made me turn back around to
look.& When I turned around, the thing wasn't there anymore.&
We tried telling ourselves that it was only a beach kart( those things
that can ride on the beach) or a car.& As we started walking back
to the hotel again, I saw two people walking on the beach towards the water,
but they were dressed in clothes that pirates would wear.&n and she
told us that it was haunted by a black horse that two pirates use to tie
a lantern to to confuse ships to make them believe it is the lighthouse.&
The beach is also haunted by two pirates that killed a man by burrying
him in the sand up to his neck.& The black thing we saw Friday night
happened to be that person.& He was killed by high tide.
Bungalow Ghost
&&& It was some time ago that i lived in a haunted
house, perhaps, three years now. I was a kid then, and we(my family and
i) lived in a little bungalow, population, 5, myself, my sibling and my
parents. o, and the ghost. It walked back and forth in the hallway, sounding
as if it sometimes tripped and tumbled down towards my parents bedroom.
It was a haunting that began and ended early, long before my parents came
to bed. Occasionally, it would walk straight into my room, and stand at
the side of my bed. I could not take this, and each night, therefore, placed
the covers over my head. When my parents came up, they removed it so that
I wouldn't suffocate. Over time, the haunting went away, and has remained
away for the remainder of the time we lived there.
Brief Hauntings
These are a few different incidents that happened in two houses that
lived in.& The first occurred in the townhouse I grew up in.&
years old, and my parents were separated.& My mom slept in
my room with
me, and she would sometimes wake up out of a deep sleep because
was lying on top of her.& She said it felt just like a human
friendly one at that.& Also, she would hear a tapping in the
the night, coming from the wall behind the bed.& As she is
deaf in her
right ear, she thought it was the front door.& No one was ever
After my parents got back together, this stopped, except for one
incident.& I was about 7 or 8, and I was in bed with the lights
&The bed was in the same position it had been in when my mom
ghost or whatever lying on her and heard the tapping.& She
hadn't told me
about those experiences at this point.& I froze as I heard
a tap, tap,
tap.& Tap, tap... It was coming from inside the wall, right
head.& As far as I know, there were no mice in that house.&
There was no
wind, and no tree branches close enough to tap the windows or walls
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