About this time last year I visited my wifes parents
house. It's an old farmhouse, probably 200 years old
and situated in the English countryside, in between
Leicester and Burton-upon-Trent. They were away on
holiday at the time and we'd decided to stock up their
pantry for their return. My wife and I arrived at
about 6 o'clock, just as the sun had dipped below the
horizon, casting the garden and house in a grey
half-light. After we'd dropped off the shopping
(bread, butter, milk etc.) I went into the garden to
refill the bird-feeders with nuts and seeds whilst my
wife checked the rest of the house. When i'd finished
in the garden I made my way up the path and glanced up
through the open front door. A movement had caught my
eye. I caught a brief climpse of a person, I assumed
to be my wife, walk from the hallway into the kitchen.
I had the impression that an white apron was being
worn. I called out, asking if all the jobs were done
and continued into the kitchen. Nobody was there. My
wife came in a few minutes later.
This story was submitted by: Chris
A Real Haunted House
To whom it may concern, My name is Tammie and i live in
Ohio. this is my story about a haunted house me and my family used to live in
when we were kids.
It was about the fall time when we moved into this building that was
made up of 4 seperate apts. Anyway it was a very old place and we lived up
stairs. on the front porch ingraved in the wall was the name of the street,
Wakefield.In the back of the house is a Graveyard, now some of the dates on
the tombstones date all the back to 18oo's. When we first moved in to this
place the back yard was a mess it was all dirt, apparently there was a house
behind there that had got fire and two people were killed. The only thing
seperating the building and the graveyard is a small alley and a fence. Now
here comes the freaky part, inside the apt that we lived in a murder had
taken place. A woman was killed in her bed and her daughter was in the closet
watching, well the little girl had made a noise and she was then killed in
the closet.We had lived there about a month when we started to hear and see
things.We would hear knocking in between the walls. The room where the murder
had taken place was my parents room. And they would see a image of a little
girl all the time standing by the closet or if they opened it they would get
a strange smell coming out from it. Well one night me and my sisters were
sleeping on my parents floor and we kept hearing crying my dad thought it was
one of us, we told him it wasnt. Next thing you know the closet door slowly
pushed open. my parents swear it was just a breeze, later on when we got a
lil older they explained to us what happened and what they had been seeing.As
the years had passed we started to see her roaming the hallway, balls that
would be on the floor started to roll on their own, missing toys always could
be found in the closet. In the evening if it was windy you could hear a loud
howling in the graveyard, streaks of light could be seen through out the
graveyard. Almost looking like someone or something running through the
graveyard. I saw a man visiting a grave one time plain as day he was there, i
walked up the alley a few more steps when i turned around he was gone. Now
this building was owned by CMHA and they had remodeled the building they made
the two apts upstairs into one big apt and two little ones downstairs, after
that the little girl would always stay on one side of the house the side she
was killed in.My little sister was born in the room where the little girl had
been killed.That was in 1982 when she was born, and in 1993 my father died on
that side of the house. So i ask you how ironic is this.We lived in that
house for 20 years with the little girl and the spectors of the graveyard.
People in the neighborhood would call the building Wakefield castle. Me and
my sisters grew up there, we saw some wierd things, heard some wierd things,
we saw life in that building and we saw death.This story is very much true,
my family and some of the nieghbors in that nieghborhood can verify it. I
would like to find out some history on that old building just to realy
understand it. This is the address of that building it still stands to this
day. 6006 Wakefield ave Cleveland Ohio 44102. Check it out for your self if
you like. I want to go back there at night and take pictures of the graveyard
and the building just to get some proof to send you, i just might do that.
This story was submitted by: Tammie
Visitor In the Night
I have a couple of stories. When I was a teenager my mother told me a story about a visitor she had in the night. She was sleeping with her back to the wall and she felt what seemed to be a hand on her shoulder. She thought it was Dad but she could hear him snoring beside her. She turned around and saw a black figure standing over her. She said it didn't seem to want to hurt her but it scared her. She got up to go the bathroom and thought she would sleep in my brother's room for the rest of the night. Again, the black figure came in and touched her. She still doesn't know what it was. She feels it is something letting her know she is being watched over.
Another story is one that I have experienced. I had just moved in with my husband and was doing some cleaning. I have always seen "things" in the hallway. Just a glance or a streak of something in the hallway. I have always felt a presence there and my son always woke up saying that there was a man in a black suit with wings in the hallway at his door. Anyway, one day when I was sweeping the carpet in the hallway, I felt a presence come up behind me. I thought it was my husband sneaking up on me, but there was nothing there. So it freaked me out so bad that I threw the sweeper down and screamed for whatever was in the house and leave and not come back. I have not seen or felt anything since then.
This story was submitted by: Kathy
Big Old House
My house was built in 1930s,
we wanted to move in an "Big Old House".
This is why, my mom has always admired
big old house. She thought they were interested
and beautiful. So we moved in an "Old Big House".
It was a three story. But in about one month, her thoughts changed. That "Big Old House" was Not what she thought... She heard noises when she was alone...
My sis, was 3 at the moment.... The only one who was kind of scared was mom.... Mom said that she would always see shadows in the basement. She would also
be thinking of something then she got so concentrated of what she was thinking of that she went running outside at midnight and knock in peoples doors shouting 4 help...I was Not born at the time....
One night she was sleeping, something woke her up,
it was the phone ringing..... She went to the kitchen and picked up the phone... The next thing she knew is
that she was at the hospital because she had fallen of
the stairs... When she got back in form, she went back home...Some of u r wondering where was my dad,
well my dad had to go out of town 4 2 years...
Everything happend in those 2 years...
When daddy came back, they moved out the house..
Know I am 14, we have not had n e more trouble ever since...Thank u 4 reading my story..
This story was submitted by: J.C.
Grandma's Visit
This happened about thirty years ago, when my son was eight months old. My husband worked nights at the time and the crib was still kept in our bedroom so I would hear him if he woke during the night. My son and I were both sound asleep when I was awakened about 1AM by the very strong aroma of my grandmother's handkerchief box. It was made of some kind of wood and her handkerchiefs were scented with her favorite perfume. I was startled and sat up in bed, and even though I couldn't see anything, I could sense her presence and knew she was walking past me toward the crib. When she reached the crib, she leaned over to see the baby who was named after her husband. At the same time, the baby woke up. He didn't cry, but had a smile on his face. She stayed there, leaned over the crib, for a few seconds, then stood up and walked out of the room. I wasn't frightened by the visit, but wanted an explanation of what had just happened. I was not a believer in ghostly visits. I called a Crisis Center to see if anyone there could help. I was told it was a dream that seemed so real because I was in such a deep sleep. I couldn't accept that, because the aroma had been so strong and my son had awakened just when she leaned over the crib. Now I am a believer.
This story was submitted by: Linda
Spooky Story
HI! i have a couple of experiences that have happened to me and my husband in the first house we ever lived in. i have lived in my neiborhood since i was 6 years old. i am now 23. when my husband and i moved into our house, at the age of 20, we both had lived at least 9 years in this neighborhood. the houses are rather old being built in the late 1940s through the 1950s. the house i lived in as a child is the same age and i had never experienced anything supernatural. when we first moved into our first home as a family, i began to notice strange things. i had laid about 50 clothes hangers onto the large kitchen table, in the middle so none of them would fall. i walked into the bedroom and heard a crash. not one hanger was left on the table. they were a mangled mass on the floor. after picking them up, i put them on the middle of my bed instead. i then walked into th laundry room at the opposite end of the house, heard the same crashing noise. i went into my bedroom and found all the hangers on the floor in a mangled mess. i really didnt think much of it. we noticed that knives and scissors would come up missing. we found them most of the time under my husbands favorite chair. my husband also began to take on some less than desirable personality traits. he began to be very mean to me about the smallest things, to the piont of physical violence. we would lay in bed at night and hear constant banging in the attic, whistling coming from the upper corners of the bedroom. i would have nightmares about family members and of strange noises shaking the house. i began to suffer from extreme depression and even began to start harming myself during blackouts that i have no memory of. such as banging my head repeatedly on the table till i had goose eggs, suicidal tendencies with medication and alcohol. the scariest thing i can remember happened about 3 weeks before we moved from this house. in feb of 2000 we were in a near fatal car wreck in which our 83 bronco flipped 4 times adjacent to the only cemetery in town. i broke my back and my ear was torn almost completely off. my husband crushed all the bones in his wrist and suffered really awful road rash. we were left on the side of the road for hours before someone happened by. we stayed at my child hood residence, which was right around the corner, for about a week and began feeling hands work themselves over our injuries. my husband felt them through his cast! we moved home and as we were laying in bed one night, i happened to wake up and look over at my husband. the light was shining through the window above our headboard, so i could see clearly. my husband was looking at me also, withhis eyes large andi could tell that my husband wasnt there, "baby, are you alright?" it looked at me, and i say it because i dont know what was in my husband, for a minute longer, then he bared his teeth and began biting my shoulder. not just nibbling. almost to the point of bleeding. i pushed him away and his head hit the pillow and his eyes closed. i began to scream and cry and it took my husband a few minutes to wake from sleep. he asked me what happened. i told him and he couldnt beleive it. he said that he was having a nightmare about my death. we moved shortly after that and our lives have returned to normal. although i will never forget what happened, im glad its over
This story was submitted by: Kelly
Scary Story
This story is NOT one of mine...I heard it from my Dad.
Well I know it is true couse my Daddy won't lie. At least that is what I think.N e way,This man used 2 live in a farm..
He was an old single man. His wife never had a chance 2 form a family (have kids).. When she was 25 she got married 2 him..
When she turned 26, something terrible happened..
She crashed in2 a pole.. As u know, she died in the hospital..
That is why the old single man is single..After that, he never felt like forming a family with some1 else...So he kept living in that farm. Well he would have strange nightmares, infact one night he dreamed that his whole house was burning...When he woke up,he realised that is was burning....Sadly he woke up late n most of his farm had already burned..He died. He did not have time 2 get out..N E ways, that whole farm of his was sold 2 a family..
The family has had some trouble...Well that is what I heard...
Well that is the Scary Story...Thank u 4 taking ur time reading this...
This story was submitted by: J.C.
The Man In The Grape Arbor
My grandparents once lived in an old farmhouse situated on top of a
mountain in WV. It featured a potbelly stove, a pump at the kitchen
sink for water and an outhouse. Pure country living. One evening after
supper my grandfather and I decided to sit on the back steps since the
house was so hot. I was all of fourteen or so at the time. He drank
his beer as I looked around the big garden. Then I noticed a man
standing under the grape arbor, looking at what I don't know through the
gnarls of the vines. He appeared to be about 30 years old, slim, medium
brown hair and dressed in a shirt that obviously was handmade. His
trousers were tightly gathered at the waist then ballooned out, as was
the style of the 1920's. A handsome man, I decided, yet something wasn't
right. "Pap, who's that man?" I asked curiously as the figure began to
fade. My grandfather simply waved his hand and growled, "I keep telling
the fool he's dead but he won't listen!"
My aunt explained that during the outbreak of WWI a man, his wife and
brother lived there, and the house sat in the center of acres of land.
He decided to enlist as a pilot, and left his brother with a couple of
hired hands to run the farm. But upon arrival home, his wife asked for
a divorce to marry his brother. And the grief-stricken husband hung
himself from a rafter in the smokehouse under the kitchen. My aunt
confessed to waking many times to find him staring out from her bedroom
window, as if checking his fields. "Aren't you afraid?" I asked in
disbelief." "Nah!" my uncle said, "He won't hurt a soul!" Other aunts
and uncles admitted to seeing him at various places on the property, but
it was the scraping of dirt and creaking underfoot that drove my
grandmother to nail the smokehouse doors shut---inner and outer door.
She warned me never to open them. The last time I saw him I was about
seventeen, and he caught me by surprise standing behind a large lilac
tree in the yard dressed in the same handmade shirt and pleated
trousers. I shivered, backed away and ran into the house when he
attempted to speak. That old house was torn down years ago. My
grandmother had died, my aunts had married. I wonder what became of him?
This story was submitted by: Anonymous
Creepy
My Grandpa was poor in his old times..
Once he was walking n he saw a basket far away..
So he kept walking till he got 2 the basket..
Inside the basket was a LiL newborn baby crying..
He sadly said, "Who left you Here?" Then he kept walking with the baby trying 2 c if n e body new who it belonged 2..Suddently he was looking at the baby,
it looked strange. The baby was looking in2 my Grandpas eyes evily..The LiL baby started looking evil n started growing fast till it turned 2 a pig..
It got out of the basket n went running..
My grandpa said maybe the demon was in it..
I really don't know if this one is true..
This story was submitted by: J.C.
Haunted Bridgeview
one time i went to my dads and you can hear a weird music play when your recording in the attic. youcanhear bouncing in the attic and the drawers open and shut by themselves. when me and my friend were sleeping at my dads and we heard knocking on the porch. at my house my door locks and unlocks. in my bathroom there is a picture of a demon with horns, a cockroach, sad eyes, and evil mean eyes. my shades will start to shake for no reason with out heat or airconditioning. my radio will turn on and off. i will get really cold then my computer will go off but the power is still on.my friend had an imaginary friend when he was little about 3 years old he would talk to him and laugh, but one day his mom was looking at pictures and he said "look mom its my friend that i told you about" my friend pointed to his dead grandpa.
