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of spirits, spectres and shades.

 

Animals as signs

The Oxenham family of Devin England
has been haunted for many centuries by
a large white bird. The bird hovers near
the deathbeds of family members. Sir
James Oxenham was giving an oratory
at the wedding of his daughter when he
saw the bird begin to circle her. He was
quite shaken and finished his speech
unsteadily. Later during the ceremony
a tapestry behind the altar
flew out and a scorned suitor
of the girl rushed out and
stabbed her repeatedly and
then killed himself.

Jan 19, 1997 - 14:11 -

One night when my father was working, my motherheard a knock on the front door. Since it was very late she look out the window and saw a small old lady all dresses in white with a shawl wrapped around her head. With her the lady had a shopping bag. My mother concerned for her safety opened the door and asked her what she was doing there so late at night. The lady asked my mother to call her a taxi cab, my mother not taking any chances left her on the porch and called the taxi service. The man on the phone at the taxi service knew my father and told my mother that he would send someone right over. When mom went back to the door the lady was gone. Mom went back to the phone to tell the taxi service that she had left. Later that night, my mom was sitting on her bed and she started to hear a clock ticking. My mother just sat there listening to the clock until my father came home. She told dad about the lady and told him to listen for the clock. Mom and dad walk throudh out the house until they discovered that the ticking was coming from the attic. They went up to the attic and there was an old fashioned clock that belonged to my grandparents (who are both dead) The clock was working and set to the right time, beside the clock and in the upright position was the wedding picture of my grandparents, beside that was an shopping bag like the one the lady from the porch had. Inside the bag was a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. My father asked my mother what the date was and when she told him, he said that the date was my grandparents wedding aniversary.

married, two kids, a believer

From: - APerga@aol.com

 

When I was in college, my roomate and I spent the night at her boyfriend's house in her home town. That night, I was lying in my bed and I heard the overhead light pull switch turning on and off (although the light did not go on). I also heard footsteps in the hallway.

The next morning, I told my friends about what I'd heard, and they told me that the boyfriend's cousin had died as a child in a skating accident, and that his body had been waked in the house. So of course, I assumed that it was this kid's ghost. Also, though, they said that the boyfriend's grandfather had died in this house, and that his study had been in the attic, which was accessible through a door from inside my bedroom , a door that I hadn't noticed because a large dresser was shoved up against it.

Needless to say, I spent the next night on the sofa, wide awake.

From:- LHENCH@aol.com

 

The Ghost on Marietta Place

Mother's family moved to a house on Marietta Pl. in Atlanta about 1929. They began hearing footsteps come down the hall each evening around supper time. Grandma Terry didn't think too much about it 'cause there were 6 kids living there at the time & she thought it was one of them.

When the front gate & the front door began to be unlocked every morning, of course she thought the kids were coming in late & forgetting to lock up. (the kids ranged in age from about 12 to 23yrs).

One evening at supper, (everyone was there for a change) there was a sound of running in the hall & out the back door, which slammed. When they got up to see what was going on, the front door was wide open & so was the back door. It was the screen door that had slammed.

Mother said Grandma swore the front door had been locked & there was no way that any one could have gotten in or the kids could have sneaked & unlocked it.

They later discovered that before they moved in, the previous owner had been killed in the house & thrown in the well out back. The footsteps never ceased coming down the hall & the front door was always unlocked by morning & standing wide open.

Grandma & Grandpa moved shortly after that & when I'd ask them about that time, they'd just look at each other , then tell me that wasn't a story for little girl's ears.

From:- anonymous

 

Sanders Avenue

My children & I moved in to the house on Sanders Ave in 1966. It was an old house with 2 large rooms on each side of a hall way that lead from the front door into a room in the center room, which I decided would be good as the living room. The only problem was the washer/dryer connections were in one corner of this room. No matter, it was a large room.

I became friends with my next door neighbor, & one afternoon, we were setting in the living room when the bleach bottle (1gal plastic) slid over to the edge of the machine, dropped slowly to the floor & rolled slowly out to the middle of the room. There was no way it could have done that by its self. I wasn't washing or drying clothes & the bottle was in the center of the flat top of the washer.

Sandra, my neighbor, sat frozen with her mouth hanging open, while I just looked. I said the first thing that popped into my head "all right, George. Pick it up!". Luckily, the bottle didn't move, for if it had, we both would have freaked out.

Sandra would never set foot in that part of the house again. I put my living room in one of the front rooms & made that room into my bedroom. That lead to one other instance that I remember.

I was setting on the couch in what had become the living room around 9:30pm. I'd put my kids (ages 1 to 7yrs) to bed at 9:00pm & they had gone to sleep. I glanced across the hall into the bedroom my 2 youngest sons were sleeping in. At the foot of Michael's bed (he was about 3yrs), there was a pale cloudy shape kneeling/sitting at the foot of his bed. I got up slowly to see what it was, thinking that it might be Michael, but when I got to the door, he was sleeping, & the cloudy figure slowly disappeared.

Nothing in the house ever made me afraid, I always felt welcome there. There other things, small things over the years, but nothing frightening.

I always felt safe & in that house. There was a lot of laughter & love in those walls. The neighborhood slowly got rougher, & eventually we moved out to Lithia Springs. I miss being there.

From:- anonymous

 

I also have a story to tell you, two actually. The first is about my grandmother.

About 40 years ago, Jeanette, my grandmother, was living in a house on Adeline Street in New Haven, CT. I can only tell what I have heard because she died when I was only 2 and the story has been handed down from my Uncle. It is said that one day she was looking in an upstairs mirror and she was buttoning up her shirt, so she was looking down, and when she looked up she saw the face of a bearded man with a bullet hole in his forehead, in green. That's right, his face was green. No one knows why his face was green though. So anyway, after my grandmother did some research she discovered that a Jewish man had owned the house at the turn of the century and he had killed himself with a shot to the head in that very room. My grandmother moved out 2 weeks later.

This story deals with my father. He died when I was on 2 months old of cancer.

This is a dream that my uncle had that has some interesting coincidences. One night, as the story goes, my aunt went to visit my father at the cemetery and when she was there she said a prayer and after she was done with the prayer she saw a hand protruding from his grave. She immediately drove to my uncle's house in North Haven. He woke up and they sat on his staircase leading to the third floor. They were hugging and crying when they heard the back door open, they heard footsteps on the stairs and my father appeared with patches of dirt on him. He brushed it off and talked to them. He told them he was in a better place and that he wanted my uncle to take care of me and do whatever he needs. My unle pleaded with him to stay but he said that he had to go, it was his time. You see, my uncle is a neat freak, he yells at me when I step on his carpet with my shoes on, so you could imagine that he would never let dirt on his carpet. So the nest day when he woke up he found pathces of dirt on the floor and no one had come or gone since the "visit."

He also found my aunt sleeping in the guest bedroom even though she had her own house in West Haven. I am still scared of that house to this day. Also in the same house the front door seems to have some dark markings that resemble a woman with long, flowing hair.

COOLB58768@aol.com

 

Grandmother Visited

One night when my father was out. My mother heard a knock
on the front door. Since it was very late, she looked out the window
and saw a small old lady standing on the porch. She was all dressed
in white and had a shawl around her head. The lady was holding a
shopping bag. My mother concerned, opened the door enough to
ask her what she was doing there. The lady asked my mother to call
her a taxi cab. My mom not taking any chances left her on the porch
and called the taxi service. The dispatcher at the service knew my
father and told my mother not to let her in the house and he said he
would send someone over to pick her up. When my mother went
back to the door the lady was gone. The shopping bag was still on
the porch. My mother became very scared and called the taxi service
back and told them that the lady had left. The dispatcher told my
mother to stay in the house and wait for my father to come home.
My mother sat on the stairs leading to the second floor of the house
waiting for my father to come home. As she sat there she started to
hear a clock ticking somewhere in the house. Shortly after, my
father came home through the back door. When he saw my mothers
face he asked her what was the matter. My mother told him about
the lady and how she disappeared, she told him to listen for the clock
and then he heard it. He walked through out the house until he discovered
that the ticking was coming from the attic. Dad went up to the attic
and there in the corner was an old fashioned clock that had belonged
to my grandparents (who were both long dead) The clock was set on
the right time and was working, beside the clock, in the upright position
was my grandparents wedding picture and set upon the floor was two
wine glasses. My father asked my mother what the date was and when
she told him, he said that it was his parents wedding anniversary.
Then my mother remembered the shopping bag on the porch and
together they both went to see if it was still there. It was. When dad
went out and opened the bag there was a white dress and a small
bundle of fresh flowers in side the bag.

From: APerga8562@aol.com

Jan 17, 1997 - 22:43 -

I have had a poltergist in my house for the past few years. Things will dissappear, then reappear in a future time in the exact same spot that they disappeared from. It sometimes takes months, sometimes weeks for them to appear again, but in the exact same spot you had last seen them. I am a person that has never lost, keys, wallets, purses etc, in other words I have always put things in their place, not haphazzardly left things laying around, so it is especially concerning when things disappear. This ghost has been very busy, especially in the last couple of months. First my car keys disappeared. There is only my husband and myself now living in the house, so if something is missing who to blame but each other....They had been missing for about six weeks, luckly I had another set...when I came home from work and my husbands keys were laying on the love seat in the living room. I said" why did you put your keys there?, they will end up getting lost if youre not careful". So he reached to pick up his keys and I said while you are there, check that couch for my keys and sure enough they were in the crack of the cushions. I had searched this house, under everything for weeks and those keys were not there before that. Then two weeks ago I went to get my blood pressure medication that always sits on the kitchen counter in a little basket, it had disappeared..I searched for a week, then had to call the Dr. to write another prescription because I had to have it. The next week I came home from work and the medication was in the basket, I asked my husband "where did you find my medication?" and he didnt know anything about it, it just reappeared.My mother died last year and I think this last incident was definately her that Im about to tell you. On new years day my daughter-in-law and I were sitting in my kitchen and my grandaughters picture flew off my Bakers Rack where it had been sitting, and flew down my stairs. She and I both looked at each other and she said "What the hell was that about" I retrieved the picture at the bottom of the stairs, unharmed, and I said I think my mom is trying get my attention....An hour later my only sister that lives in Georgia called, crying that her husband of 20 years had just up and left her, wanted a divorce..she was beside herself, and I just knew it was my mom trying to let me know she was aware of it. So now I think I have two poltergists, I thank you for having this way for me to vent, most people would think Im crazy with these stories. Barb

My name is: I am a 56 year old mother of three grown boys, one grandchild,

that has been interested in the paranormal since I was 14 years old

From: - agro@eaglequest.com

 

Jan 18, 1997 - 01:23 -

My story goes like this: At the time I had 2 young children, ages 3 and 1. Every once in a while, the 3 year old used to stare, totally transfixed at something at no particular time, and in no particular room. Then he'd say, "look mommy, the little indian boy!" We always looked, but never saw anything. Eventually, he would stop giggling at whatever he was seeing, and go back to what he was doing previously. He was never frightened, always amused. Well, one day the 1 year old was standing on the couch looking out the window into our front yard. She was totally transfixed on something and jumping up and down really entertained. I looked out to see what was so funny, but there was nothing there. So, I asked the 3 year old what his sister was looking at. He looked out the window and said, "the little indian boy is back!" The 2 of them sat and watched for another 3 or 4 minutes, finally the 3 year old said, "oh, he's gone now." At that exact moment, the 1 year old stopped staring and jumping around and simply climbed off the couch and went to play with some toys. Wierd!

My name is: Not too exciting. Wife and mother of 3.

From: - Ykrib@aol.com

 

Jan 18, 1997 - 11:48 -

It was a dark and creepy nite I woke up about 2:30 a.m. I was getting up to get a glass of water and right before my eye's there was a little girl about 6 years old in a white dress all covered in blood. She had no head on her shoulder's. Instead it was in her arms. I went to wake up my parent's they came out and the little girl was gone. To this day I have never seen her again.

My name is: My name is Ryan Kuskowski and I am 14.

From: -

 

Jan 18, 1997 - 13:41 -

Several years ago my cat Klicker was action very strange while he sat and watched me shave one morning. I got this very cold but safe feeling only to turn around and see my ole buddy from Viet Nam standing in front of me. I had alway wondered if Spook had made it home or not as I had long lost his address and phone number. I think he just wanted to make sure I was OK as we were always looking out for each other. The last time I saw he he was loading me on a Meda Vac as I had been wounded. He now knows I am OK I just wish he would have made it back so I could say thanks.

My name is: Ex-vet who has made a life for himsrlf

From: - lstew71178@aol.com

 

Jan 18, 1997 - 13:55 -

Hello. I wanted to share something w/ you, because I believe that my neighbor's house may be haunted. Years ago, my next door neighbor (she was from Holland) killed herself. She did it because she was haveing financial problems, which is unheard of in Holland. She couldn't handle it, so she sent her two kids to their grandparents' house, ate all od the food in the house, and slit her wrist while her husband was at work. Her family moved away, and had the doctor tell her family in Holland that she had a heart-attack. Since then, everyone that moves in ask if the house is haunted. We always say that we don't know (which is true). I don't know if the house is haunted by Antuenette (that was her name), but I do know that more people have moved in and out of that house than any other house in the neighborhood.

My name is: I am 14 yrs. old. I live in Austin, Texas, and I am extremely intersted in the things which can not be explained.

From: - hackersltd@hotmail.com

 

Jan 18, 1997 - 14:18 -

We lived in a house that had a spirit. It played with my head and then showed itself. It would make noise, move furniture and then one night our dog woke me up, I saw it there, I almost screamed, did not, what if it responds. Told myself it was not there and jumped out of bed. Let dog out, took 2 min at most and back to bed. If it is a shadow like I thought then it will be still there, it was gone. We moved two months later, my heart never stoped pounding after that and it has left us alone. I have no doubt that there is something more to life as we know it. Annette

My name is: Wife of 37 years, mother of three & grandmother of 4, average person, did not believe in ghost, but do now.

From: - achc@aol.com

 

Jan 18, 1997 - 17:29 -

When I was around 8 years old a friend and I were playing in the woods behind her house. We heard giggling coming from a clearing close by. the voice sounded like a child's, around our age at the time. we went to the clearing and called out to her, the giggling continued. My friend and I sat down in the center of the clearing. as we sat there talking the wind began to pick up, we stood up and went back to the woods. I felt a push behind me and i tuned around,there wasn't any thing there. the wind died down and we went back to the clearing, a gust of wind swept by and i saw a picture of a hospital room with me standing in it. four years later my mother died of cancer.

My name is: my name is Rachel. I live in MA.I'm almost 15.

From: - Bow to me1@aol.com

 

Jan 18, 1997 - 19:04 -

With our family, abnormal experiences are not uncommon. At least they used to happen a lot...We had a touch lamp that would dim, brighten, and turn off all by itself. This happened just after my grandfather passed away. We would tell it (the lamp), "Grandpa, knock it off," and it would stop doing it. In that same house, we would see apparitions. My brother (who is now 23) saw our great-great-great grandparents standing at the foot of the bed, but all there was was from the waist up. Then there was the time my brother, my sister, and I were riding home from school one day, passing by our grandfather's house. He had already passed away, and we knew all doors and windows were locked. Up in the attic, the light was on and there were two shadowy womens' figures...Also in that house (before my grandfather passed away) my brother smelled roses in the corner where our great-grandmother's deathbed happened to be. Roses were her specialty.

My name is: I'm a 17 year old female, and a high school junior.

From: - ISmeltARat@aol.com

 

Jan 19, 1997 - 00:56 -

My husband and I had gone on a camping trip with some family members and friends. One night I awoke to find my grandmother climbing up the stairs of our motor home, with the aid of her cane, I asked "Grandma, what are you doing?" Her reply was, "I just wanted to say good-by to my little peaches". My grandmother did not go on that trip, she died before we could get home.

My name is: am a housewife, husband is retired, my hobby is crafts

From: - sarah25512@aol.com

 

Jan 19, 1997 - 08:40 -

My wife and I were in bed one night when we heard wind chimes or something. We looked up from our bed and saw something strange enter our room. It was blacker than the darkness in our room. How can that be??!! It became a definite shape like the capitol letter T except the ends on the top were the shoulders and then straight down from them were long arms almost as long as the torso itself. There was not obvious legs, just torso and everything was symetrical with sraight edges wtth the exception of where the head or whatever it was . Where the Capitol T the intersection of the lines at the top was a gradual slope like a bell curve, and it was situated right there. Now put alll this together and you really have a strange apparition/? Alien? ghost? I have no idea what it was. This happened in approximately 1985. I will never forget it though. Another thing about it it moved with intelligence. It had stayed completely still at the foot of our bed approximately 30 -40 seconds and then suddenly decided to whoooooooosh by us beside our bed and I guess out the wall behind us. No I donot do drugs. Yes I am a skeptic. The only thing I can think it was was the magician David Copperfield pulled a very strange illusion or something like that on us but I seriously doubt that even took place. I am a avid fan of science. Big fan of Carl Sagan who was as big a skeptic as there was but IKNOW WHAT ISAW and my wife saw it as well!!!!I wish Carl could have been in the bedroom with us and maybe he could have interpreted to us what we were seeing.

CB

 

Jan 19, 1997 - 12:12 -

Each week, I find a little green-clothed man poking his head in my door around 3:15 in the morning. It only happens once a week (and on different days each week), but as a 14 year old... I was very scared and startled by his appearance. I've tried to talk to the figure, but have recieved no response other than his odd facial expression and smirk. I have no problem with the man checking in day-to-day now, but was quite scared at the start. It's funny, because my house is only five years old. I wonder how a spirit could be tagged to my home.

My name is: My name is Colin McCloskey / Age 14 / Enjoy computers, soccer and hockey / I read & write mystery and horror stories for fun.

From: - fatdog138@aol.com

 

Jan 19, 1997 - 13:55 -

My uncle is a ghost hunter. He works with the people that investigated the Amityville Horror. He travels around the state of CT searching for Ghosts. Now I have tons of stories but my favorite is the best one he had. They went to a house way out in the middle of nowhere to investigate a woman who called up and said that her house was being haunted. She told them this story: I used to live in Kansas until my father died. He died in our old house so we decided to move. We ended up in CT somehow. We moved into this big house. Me my daughter found this house to our liking so we stayed. Now, when a kid is 5 she or he starts to have imaginary friends, so when she started telling me about her friend that walked through the walls, I just threw it aside. It surprised me at first but I got to like kids. I decided to start my own day care center mdownstairs. It was such a big house and I had the room so why not? So I mbought the supllies and my daughter started telling me about her imaginary friend's dad and of course you don't hear about that too often. So one night as I went to bed I noticed my daughter cring very loud and I decided to check. I walked in an was thrown to the floor by a grown-up or as it appeared to be a ghost. I cried out in terror as it beat on me and my daughter. Every night since I listen to my daughter being beaten and fell so helpless in my room. Please come and take care of this Ghost!!! So after my uncle Ricky's group heard this they set out for what looked like to be another fake one. Besides looking for ghosts, they look for holographic image makers and stuff that would make such a thing. Such as hoaxes. So they entered the house and the first thing they saw was a table covered with toys running around. My uncle jumped back at the sight. Then him and his group moved on. They reached the lady and asked her to tell the story 2 more times to make sure she wasn't lying. As she started a black cloud formed above her head and hail-like balls , the size roughly of a baseball fell all around the room. They were video -taping this but the public wasn't allowed to see it . They sent it to the government. As my Uncle and 2 other guys went downstairs they reached a point where they heard a loud growl. The demon or ghost was growling at them! They looked over at a stack of chairs which was to there left. There were 6 chairs stacked up. They turned away and turned back again 2 seconds later and they were all lined up side by side. They got out of there fast. They headed towards the stairs. As my uncle and the rest of the group slowly walked up the stairs, they decided not to and came back down. As they were coming down, my uncle was the last one. He started to feel like he just walked through a spider web. The sticky feeling was all over him. Everyone looked at him in terror. One said " the ghost just went through you". My uncle never ran out of the house. The group finally left and got a priest to do an exercisom. They burned all the furniture. It turns out, they took the chair to CT from Kansas that their grandfather died in. My uncle didn't sleep for 2 weeks. To this day he will never forget that story and I truly now ( never did I before) beleive in ghosts

My name is: I live in Prospect, CT

From: - ExtremeVGC@aol.com

 

Spectral Speedboat

In Tennessee's Washington County there
sails a spectral speedboat. Several years
ago a man was killed when his boat ran
into another boat that was running late
without lights. There are still reports that
late at night an invisible boat shoots by the
docks, lifting them high with its wake.

 

 

 

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