Ever since I was al little kid, I complained against my mother that there was someone in my room. I was terrified because I didn't knew what it was. I heared someone saying my name or wake me up, footsteps in my room, or someone who went sitting on the side of my bed and stay there all night, so I could see the shape next morning. My toys were moved and strange white and black figures appeared next to my bed.
When I grew older, I wanted to know what it was and I went to a medium. She told me that I didn't have to be afraid for it. I also wanted to know where it came from. i asked my parents and it appeared that one part of my famlily has the same experiences. That part is from Indonesia and I found out that there where a lot of spirits with our family in Indonesia.
I still see things somethimes and there is still something that walks through my room, but I'm much less afraid for it. I learded to see it as a gift. It's special that some of uss can see such things, so I would never mess with it!
This story was submitted by: Francesca
Being Followed
I had a very good friend who seemed to have something that followed him no
matter where he lived. When living at his parents, the stereo in another room
would go on and doors would open. When he moved into a very old house in an
upstairs flat, the 2nd story windows would open by themselves. Also we were
sitting in the front parlor on a nice afternoon and the front door started to
open by itself. He sat on the couch and said "close the door". The doorknob
slowly turned and the door closed and locked - from the outside. This was the
2nd story door, we immediately jumped up and looked and there was nobody
anywhere. I saw all these things happening myself. These things happened
all the time but we never really were scared - just always figured it was
"his friends".
This story was submitted by: Anonymous
The Warning
My sister-in-law was sitting at her dressing table getting ready for her
sister's wedding some years back. Suddenly she saw her father sitting on her
bed. He told her he was sorry he couldn't be at Cathy's wedding but to tell
her to be careful of the fire. That night at the reception, her veil caught
on fire from a candle on the head dining table. Fortunately everything was
ok and no one hurt except the veil. She was not a believer before that and
has not had any experiences since. But she knows what she saw and heard.
This story was submitted by: Jo
Being Watched
In 1963 when I was 10, my grandmother and I went to Conneticut to visit my
great-grandmother for the day. She lived in an upstairs apartment of a nice
house that was not scary at all. After we were there a short time I saw a
man in some type of military uniform. He was almost transparent looking but I
could see him and his uniform very clearly. He stood there all day and just
kind of watched us. We were there about 6 hours. He didn't frighten me and
sometimes he would look right at me. He just seemed to be watching and
guarding the area. He seemed to be watching them more than me. Not too long
after that my great-grandmother died. To this day I can still see that day
clear in my mind and wonder who he was.
This story was submitted by: Jo Ann
When He Was Not There
My grandpa died a couplemonths after this.One night I had a dream that my grandpa was in the bathroom holding his dog in one hand and shaving with the other and he was kinda of glowing,then I called his name to make sure it was really him .then he turned around and i woke up.after that i went twords the bathroom and saw a flash go by.I went in the bathroom and there was hair in the sink.
This story was submitted by: Anonymous
The Long Haired Lady
Well first of all this happened to my grandfather long before I was even
thought of, but as I grew up my grandfather saw that I was really interested
in hauntings. Pretty abnormal for an 8 year old he said. Anyhow he has
told me many things that happened to him when he was young. My grandfather
is a real religous man and he has so much faith that it takes alot to scare
him. One of his first stories involves my mother long before she ever had
me. He recalls that at night sometimes my mother would get scared and she
would crawl into bed with them at night. None of my mothers brothers or
sisters ever did this that my grandfather recollects. Now my mother had
long hair when she was young. On this night my mother had gone to a dance
or ball of some sort to another town about 45 minutes away. Well on this
night around 11:30 my grandfather felt a young girl crawl into his bed along
with my grandma. He said he could feel the long hair on his arms as she
slid into bed with them. Thinking it was just my mother again my
grandfather went to sleep again. The next morning my grandfather asked my
grandma where my mother was to tell her why she had crawled into bed with
them that night. My grandmother replied that she had stayed at her friends
house and would be home soon. My grandfather to this day wonders who was
that long haired lady that visited them that night.
This story was submitted by: Anonymous
The Night We Moved
There was this house that my friend moved into and when she took a shower the door was wide open and it slamed shut.The wondows were closed and nobody was home. So finally someone told her the next day didnt u hear a man got murdered in your basement. He got cooked by a person with a rope.So they both ran down in the basement and saw the man hanging from the celling.
This story was submitted by: Julia
Grandpa's Favorite Chair
my sister was living at my grandmothers house for a while,
and my cousin whom she allways hung out with lived there also.
one day my sister was waiting by the front door on the couch.
She was waiting for our cousin to get home from school.
About two months later my grandfather had passed on in his sleep in that house. My sister said she all of a sudden just blacked out and she was woken up by our cousin and she woke in our grandpas favorite chair and she was wearing his favorite hat and holding his favorite cane.
This story was submitted by: Janda
The Granny Room
We moved into our house about 2 years ago. The first scary thing i noticed about the house there was a very cold room in the basment and my father calles it the granny room. because my house was built in the 1700 and there was a very old lady whom froze to death in there. any ways, when we moved in there there was a weelchair in there. well me and my bestfriend janda were at my house one night and we were on the computer and the granny door opened and the weelchair came zooming out very fast and we ran up staires to find out we were home alone. we went back down stairs and the granny door was moving back and forth and the chair was weeling towardes us and all we could her was the creeking noise from the weels going so slow. and all of a suden we heard a very high squeeking laught come out of the granny room.it is about 10 degrees below zero in that room but out of the door is very hot. and right after we heared the laugh the fur coats that my mother had put in there for safe keepingcame flying out and the door slamed shut .
This story was submitted by: Timber
Death of a Grandpa
I believe that i was about 7yrs old when my stepmother came to the school, to
pick us children up.she had been very frazzled and delirious.she was very
worried about us,or that we were in some great harm. we drove to other
schools to pick up the older siblings and then to my dads work and i over
herd them speaking to one another, as she and my grand mother sat at home
alone my stepmother herd three foot steps of a child and told my grandmother
about it. my stepmother had went up stairs to see if it was the kid down to
dirt road that had always used the up stairs window to come in and see us
kids.she began to look up stairs and close windows, doors as she went room to
room.she went back down stairs and told my grandmother about it and my
grandma began to tell her stories about the things she had experienced when
she was small.and as she had told her about her stories ,three foot steps of
a large man were herd up stairs.now my stepmom was a little freaked out now
and begun to get out of the house and upon going out the door she herd three
ball bounces and then it came down the stairs and then they ran. my grandma
was a little strange and has always been a little gifted about thing{ghosts}
or dreams of thinks to come. she had told my stepmother about a time that
when a bowl had flown off the table and at that moment her mother had said
that her uncle Anthony had died and a phone call the next day had indeed
confirmed that. my grandma told her that someone was in danger or has passed,
so that night all of us were home and safe. She got a call the her dad was
not back from the hospital yet. when he got home he had told everyone the he
had cancer and had a little time left. A year later he died one the same day
that she heard the foot steps.
