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about why certain places hold energy or memories
of past times and events.
(This happened in Florida) When I was about 10 years old they had those
Laser tag games you can buy at Toys R' Us. Well me and my cousin were looking
for the chest pak so we could play. we searched the entire house over and
over. We entered his room and searched everywhere. We had just checked under
his bed and were about to exit the room
when all of a sudden the chest pak flew out from under the bed (I mean
Flew) and crashed into the wall. My cousin and I stood there looking at
the pak, looked at each other, and ran out of the room not wanting to know
the cause of the flying pak.
Two things perplex me to this day: What caused the Pak to fly out from
under the bed like that, and we had just checked under the bed and the pak
was nowhere to be seen but all of a sudden it comes flying out from under
the same bed that had been empty not even 10 seconds earlier
Strange......
My mother has also had a paranormal expirience
When she was about 16 my mother used to babysit my older cousin in an
old apartment in new jersey. One day while watching television my mother
saw a white fog pass in front of the television and dissappear into the
wall. at first she thought it was the baby playing with a spray bottle or
something. but remembered that it was 10 o' clock, the baby was asleep.
EMEDNET@aol.com
Several years ago, I was helping two friends lay a water line at the
site of an outdoor drama in the mountains of Virginia. The site of the ampitheater
is on the ancesteral lands of the Ingles family (the same Ingles' of the
book "Follow the River" by James Alexander Thom) and we were working
in an area known to be the family grave site.
As we dug the ditch for the water line, one of the other men, John, uncovered
what he thought to be part of a human skeleton. Being a bit of a skeptic,
I went to look at what he had found, believing that he had discovered the
bones of a large animal; we were only digging three feet down and I couldn't
believe that he had actually found a grave at that shallow depth. I was
amazed at what he had found: the mandible and partially intact skull of
a human!
The skull and jawbone showed signs cutting trauma, as if the victim of
some terrible attack by an axe. The site is known to have held the remains
of several victims of the massacre of 1755, an uprising of the Shawnee and
their allied tribes against the white settelers in the New River Valley.
We agreed that this must have been a victim of that attack: struck in the
face by the trade-hatchet of one of the attacking Indians. We respectfuly
coverd the remains and said a few words over the grave, then re-routed the
ditch to take it away from the burial site.
Three days later I spent the night with my friend John at his parents
house. John had the good fortune to share his life with an old battle-axe
of a German Shepard named Duke. Duke had to be the toughest dog that I had
ever met, having fought a bear in his youth, and had never shown anyone
the least sign of cowardice in his long and eventful life. He would soon
show the fur stand up on his back and run for his life.
That night after watching the late news the entire family retired in
the usual manner, with John's parents saying their goodnites and John and
Duke sliping off to sleep together in the bedroom in the attic. I soon fell
asleep on the sofa downstairs. I was suddenly awakened by the sound of the
screen door by the kitchen being torn off its hinges! As I leapt off the
sofa I could hear Duke clawing at the door of the car outside trying to
get in thru the gap left at the top of the drivers window, shrieking as
if he had been shot! Suddenly, there was a crash from upstairs as John fell
down the steps from his room. He was running and screaming "Oh My God!
Oh My God!" As he burst into the living room, where I stood in a daze,
I saw such a look of terror in his eyes that it took my breath away!
I caught up to him and Duke in the car out front. Duke, the dog that
beat the living hell out of a 400 pound Black Bear, was shivering on the
floor under my friends feet. John was no better off. I finally got him
to unlock the door and I jumped inside. "What the hell happened in
there?"
John had been awakened by the sound of Duke growling on the foot of the
bed, looking toward the North-West corner of the room. As he tried to see
what had the dog so upset, he felt as if someone had just sat on the foot
of the bed. It was at this moment that Duke yelped and bolted off the bed
and down the stairs, leaping thru the screen door in the kitchen. Terrified,
John witnessed what he could only describe as a "darkness, darker than
the rest of the dark in the room" enveloping the foot of the bed.
To this day, John is convinced that he was visited by the spirit of the
person who's bones he disturbed while digging that ditch.
If I had not witnessed Duke's display of sheer fright, I would have never
believed John's story and dismissed it as a bad dream. Duke, after all,
had fought a bear and won; nothing ever frightend duke. Nothing of this
world at least...
Jeff Harman, Director of Astronomical Affairs, The Samuel Douglas Observatory
DISSUX@aol.com
Whitby Abbey
- The ancient ruin of Whitby Abbey is one
of the world's most haunted locations.
The founder of the abbey in 657 A.D.,
Saint Hilda, frequently appears in a high
window, wrapped in a shroud, overlooking
the nearby countryside. She is also believed
responsible for the apparition of a coach
with a headless driver and four headless
horses that roar over the moor to a cliff
and plunge over into the sea.
A second spirit is said to appear on the
dungeon stairs and plead for her release.
This might be Constance de Beverly,
a nun who broke her vows for a false knight
and was bricked up alive in the dungeon
as punishment.
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According to my Grandfather it is coomom practice to take a picture of
the deceased and send it to family members who couldn't attend. So when
my ChaCHe Helen died we took a picture for the family back it Poland. When
the film was developed I noticed a strange fog by Helen's casket. While
going through the family abulm I noticed a picture of my great-grandfather.
It looked like the fog in CheChe Helen's funeral! Great- Grandfather wasn't
at the funeral when she died he had been dead for some time. Also a few
days later I heard a voice calling my name and it sounded like CheChe Helen.
JLYNNBAKER@aol.com
I read over some of the stories at your web site (needless to say, I was
a little spooked) and they put me in mind of a pecular story that I heard
in Italy. What makes this story particularly strange is that I have heard
it twice, from two different people of different ages from different towns
and at different times. My father tells me that a neighbor of his when
he was a little boy in Italy came home one night very frightened. He told
his wife and neighbors that while passing the cemetary, he heard a little
boy crying. The boy begged him to take him home. The man put the boy on
his back and began to walk. As he got farther from the cemetary, the boy
became heavier and heavier, to the point where the man could barely walk.
The boy suddenly said, "Take me back, you're not the one," in
a deep and grating voice. The man threw the boy off his shoulders and ran
all the way home. This happened in Mammola, Reggio Calabria. An ex-fiance
of my cousin tells the exact same story, which also happened much more recently
to his uncle. His encounter with the cemetary boy happened in Naples.
Like I said, the story is identical-- The boy asks to be taken home, he
grows too heavy to carry and says, "Take me back, you're not the one."
agulluni@epix.net (Aurora J. Gulluni)
I met Daniel back when I was livong in a house in the Westend of
Ottawa,Canada. Before I go on with this, I should mention the fact that
I am a channel and have another psychic ability which allows me to see,
feel, and communicate with the departed.
He first made his presence known to me by opening and closing doors and
walking around the house. I have even seen books and dishes move all on
their own. At first, I thought it was my imagination playing tricks on
me but since I have been experiencing such things since I was 8 years old,
I no longer have doubts. He has been known to awake me from time to time
by tapping my shoulder or simply by chatting. He has recently told me he
was staying with me to watch over me, shall we say. He has never hurt me
and I know he never would.
I have also recently found out that I have another ghost living with
me. I hear her singing what seems to be lullabies and have seen her looking
at me as if she were trying to tell me something. One night, a friend was
over and, after everyone had gone to bed, I heard a bloodcurling scream
coming from the living room. I quickly rushed out to see what was causing
this and my friend was sitting up...with a look of fear in his eyes. He
told me that he had seen a woman standing there looking at him and when
he asked her who she was, she rushed over to him and reached for his throat
and attempted to strangle him. As I stood there listening to him, a book
flew off my bookshelf and miss him by an inch. This was followed by laughter.
The next day, I was reading and enjoying the peace and quiet when she
decided she wanted to talk to me. She said that the only reason why she
had attacked him was to protect me....she also mentioned that if he ever
showed up again, she would do the same thing. To this day, even though
I have asked her repeatedly, I still don't know why she is so protective.
She seems to have no problem with Daniel....in fact, they seem to get
along great. I have heard them talking to eachother and sometimes laughter
can be heard. All of these things seem to happen when I am by myself...well
at least most of the time. She will not leave the house, but if I have
to go out of town for a while, Daniel follows me. I guess she prefers staying
home (my place) to make sure all is well.
I hope what I have just written doesn't sound too "outside"....far
fetched...just thought I'd share that with you!
Mina
Woodson's Lateral
Woodson's Lateral in Little Rock,
Arkansas is a truly spooky road. The
road is established along a baseline
and is perfectly straight and very long.
Trees hang low from both sides,
obscuring the sky. Many of the trees
are marked with crosses, especially
near the cemetery, as nearby residents
attempt to drive away the nightly
inhabitants of the lateral. One
apparition I have witnessed is a large
owl that sits in the center of the road.
As your vehicle approaches, the owl
leaps at your windshield, then fades
into nothingness.
Rutledge Hill - Nashville, TN
- One of the more interesting haunted places that I have experienced
is the office where I work. It is an old Victorian home, built in the
mid 1800's. In the evening, boot steps can often be heard walking
the second floor. One of the more interesting events was witnessed
recently again. A loud voice arguing can be heard in the back of the
lower level. The voice is not understandable, but is very clear. The
voice is accompanied by the clank and rattle of dishes and glasses.
Continual searching for the source leads to disappointment.
Several doors have also been known to slam repeatedly.
Victorian Spectres
- When I was 16 years old My family and I went on a summer
vacation to Indiannapolis to visit some friends. When we arrived
I was amazed at the size of thier Victorian style townhouse in
the heart of downtown Indiannapolis. It was probably the biggest
house I had ever been in at the time. It was 4 stories tall and very
deep. On the inside it was mind boggling, a maze of rooms and
staircases. The owners, Judy and George and their son John were
quick to warn my brother Jeff and I that we were not to play on
the fouth floor, due to the massive amout of rennovating that they
were doing at the time. They gave us a quick tour and said that the
house was at one time divided up into 7 separate apartments. After
the tour and the stern warning we free to roam and explore. I being
the oldest quickly took charge of the other two boys and off we
went, and started a game of hide and seek. As I stated earlier the
house had been once a home to many occupants and with that
came many bathrooms, we counted 9 I believe, maybe more. It
was in one of these bathrooms that my encouter occured. We were
well into our hide and seek game and it was my turn to hide, I ran
off not sure of where I was going but certain to find an excellent
spot in such a large house. I need to give a little more detail about
the first floor here because the rest of the story depends on your
understanding of the layout. As you entered the front door you were
immediately confronted by a staircase to your right and straight
ahead was a through hallway that lead the full length of the house
to the kitchen, and although it lead to the the kitchen you could not
see it clearly because of the dimly lit hall, I repeat - this house was
huge. Anyway, to your immediate left is a sitting room/parlor.
Walking down the hall just passed the staircase, on your right is the
first "apartment" and it still had a few appliances in it if
I recall
correctly. Directly to your left is the entrance to a large dining room.
Travelling further down the hallway you will encounter on your
left another entrance to the same dining room. I will venture a guess
here and say that the distance between the two DR doorways was
approximatley 40ft. Now in-between these two doorways but on the
right is a large walk-in closet/pantry and the entrance to the cellar.
Continue straight down the hall and you are in the kitchen. Ok now
that I have completely lost most readers I will continue with my story.
As I scurried from room to room looking for the perfect place, I
ended up in the old apartment room that I spoke of before, It was
there that I saw the my spot; a small doorway in the far right corner
of the room, thinking it a closet I ran over to it immediatley (time was
running out)I turned the doorknob and gave it a jerk, nothing, a
second try, nothing, it would not open. Off in some far corner of the
house I heard my brother "Ready or not here I come",in frustration
I
gave the room a quick glance hoping to find another "perfect"
spot
but saw nothing, so I gave the door a third hard tug. This time it flew
open as if it were never stuck (adrennilan maybe) but with came a
burst of frigid air that I will never forget. Time stood still. The air
was like opening the freezer on a dry hot day, moist and cold. It
passed through me and I felt my insides freeze, every hair on my
body was standing on end. I know the whole event could have only
taken a milisecond but It was forever engrained on my mind. I must
have stood there for a few minutes because the next thing I new was
that I was "it", I hadn't even realized that my brother and John
had
entered the room. I did know one thing for sure I was not sleeping
in this house and immediatley suggested we camp outside. I did not
say anything to the boys because for one I knew it would for terrify
my brother and for two If I terrified my brother I would face worse
things than a little cold air from my parents. The camping idea was
well received by all parties, parents included. That evening I was
sitting out on the porch with my mother and Judy when I finally got
up the courage to ask "So do you have any ghosts in this house"
I
said, hoping with all hope Judy would say "of course not", she
didn't.
What she did say was this "Well as a matter of fact we do" and
then
proceeded to scare my mother and I half to death with this story. It
seems that one morning George, a psychiatrist, had gotten up early
to go to work as he passed through the first floor hallway on his
way to the kitchen to make coffee, in that 40ft area between the two
DR doors that I spoke of, he ran into somebody. The collision was
so great that it knocked him back a few steps. Not quite awake and
thinking that it was Judy, he said her name aloud. Getting no response
and then getting that same cold feeling I described sent him whirling
around and running down the hall and back up the stairs only to find
Judy standing at the top looking at him as if he were mad. Her exact
words to him were "George, you look like you have seen a ghost"
to which he replied (remember George is a Psychiatrist), "I think
I
did". From that day foward George refused to walk down that section
of hallway, opting to cut through the dining room to get to the kitchen.
I watched him and without fail I never saw him in that part of the
hallway, in fact whenever he thought someone was watching he would
give the impression that he had some business to attend to in the
dining room, so as not appear "crazy" I suppose. After the hall
bumping
incident Judy got curioius, she bagan researching the house and found
out that in the early 1900's the house was used as a boarding house
for indegents and wayward men and woman. I guess an early version
of a "half-way house".
- She also discovered that one of the female residents was pushed
down the cellar steps that I told you about earlier, striking her head
hard on the wall at the bottom of the steps and was pronounced dead
at the scene. To her knowledge that area of the house was the only
"haunted" area. I did not want to find out, and so I spent the
rest
of my visit sleeping safely under the stars. I did not tell my mother
or Judy of my experience that day, it was years later that I finally
told my mother, her reply "That will teach you to be nosing around
other peoples houses!". Mothers. Well I hope I haven't bored you to
tears. It was fun writing this. If your interested in hearing about my
other encouters let me know.
- From: BLDAJG@aol.com
Tennessee High School
Bristol's Tennessee High School is
famous for having not one, but three
separate ghosts. The most spectacular
is in the old portion of the school. The
sounds of a steam powered locomotive
fly from the auditorium. It roars down
the hall and fades away into the
gymnasium. This nightly trip is
accompanied by vibrating floors and
swinging lights. No one has any
explanation for the trains appearance.
The second spirit is a young girl who
walks the halls and stands in the auditorium.
The janitors often feel her following down
the corridors late at night. Last is the ghost
of a young athlete who was run down by
an automobile. He is still seen in the
stadium and in the field house.
Lady of the Lake
- "The Lady of the Lake" who occasionally appears near White
Rock
Lake just east of downtown Dallas, Texas. The story is that she
is the soul of a girl who decided to walk home in the 1920's rather
than give into her boyfriend. She was hit by a passing car on a
curve in the road and drowned when she was thrown into the lake.
-
- Ocasionally she is still seen walking along the road which runs
along the banks of White Rock Lake. She will flag down a passing
motorist and ask to be taken to one particular address every time.
When the driver pulls up to the house the girl is not in the passenger
seat... but the seat itself is wet.
-
- She is said to be buried in Cox cemetary which is only a couple
- hundred yards from the banks of White Rock Lake. I have been
to that cemetary many times and I can tell you that it is VERY
active. Between the Satanists, the curious, and the 'residents'
it can be quite... shall we say "interesting"? :)
From: athame@flash.net (Torin W.)
Tennessee State Archives
The Tennessee State Archives in
Nashville is filled with the tomes
of several states' histories.
According to the security guards,
however, there also lurks a large
number of spooks. They report
lights that switch on late at night
and elevators that run to floors
when no one is present. Footsteps
travel to padlocked gates and
open them, only the gates are
found to be locked moments later.
Are these the memories of a
past historian, or perhaps the
spectre of a guard?
DWWaldron@Aol.com
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