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Cranky Voice From The Grave
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By batchiebones
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(3 stories) (6 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2014-07-28
Country: Philippines
Paranormal Category: Apparitions / Voices / Touches

"Iho, iho!" (This is a Spanish word for "little boy" which is addressed by our
grandparents to us) The same word which gave shivers to my spine the first time
I heard it from my nephew's phone. By the way, my nephew has really been a
daredevil. Despite the fact that the house where they have stayed in has been
haunted for already a decade, he has never stopped staying in the master's
bedroom even at the crack of dawn and has had the habit of recording the things
that he has thought to be "spooky".

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His tale of horror started when his little sister began calling the name of her
unseen friend. (For the record, my niece is a 5 year-old kid who stutters a lot.)
There were times that her sister would play at 2 am while everyone was snoring.
She would either laugh or would run around and would try to go upstairs. (The
whole family is staying at the living room.) Usually they would just see her doing
it while saying, "Tara, Leslie, laro tayo!" (Come on Leslie, let's play!).
Then one time, my niece started to cry, saying Leslie was forcing her to come
upstairs and stay inside the big closet in the master's bedroom. Their dad and
mom still asked them to pray. After a minute or two, everything went to normal
and my niece was pacified. (Most of his siblings cried but my nephew then got
the nerve to comfort them. Maybe it's because he was the eldest and he needed
to make his siblings feel safe).
The horror continued as days went by but he decided to stay in the biggest
bedroom where my other cousins and my aunt were sleeping. My nephew killed
time playing with his smartphone but in the middle of his game (as he retold the
story, everyone of us wanted to wet our pants) goosebumps crawled unto his
skin and he knew that it was a fateful night! Scared though, he pressed the
button and started recording. He was expecting to catch a glimpse of a shadow
or a kid without eyes and so on but to his surprise nothing was captured.
However, when he started playing the recording again, that's when he realized
that the worse was just about to happen. It's because when he played it the
second time, an eerie voice was heard! Like the sound of an old woman. The
worst thing was, while he was playing the audio file the voice was like coming
from a spot near him! That made him shut his eyes and struggled to sleep.
The next day, we were all stunned and horrified 'cause when we listened to the
recorded audio file, it was true. The voice was like coming from beneath the
grave. We were all scared for them especially for the youngest member of the
family because according to her, "Leslie" was still playing with her. My nephew
decided to sleep beside his sister since then...
Family Beyond The Grave
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By allisonbeckert23
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(6 stories) (21 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2014-07-08
Country: United States
State: Arizona
Paranormal Category: Psychic / Medium

I'm convinced that spirits manifest themselves around loved ones they're
concerned about, and I've had several experiences that seem to confirm that.
One of these happened at a meeting. It was business, and one of the young men
who had just been working at a new leadership position was speaking. It was
pretty mundane stuff, but his stance had everything to do with maintaining
integrity and having a morality about what we were doing. This was not a wholly
popular stance to take, but it seemed to be going over well and he was very
calm.
As I watched and listened, I got the distinct impression of a presence standing
behind him just over his right shoulder. It felt female but the age was very hard
to place. From the emotion coming off him and her, I was fairly certain this spirit
had once lived, but maybe not for very long since the light I felt was more pure
than what I've felt from spirits who had some damaging experiences. She was a
very calming and innocent force and her focus was fully on him.
She lingered awhile even after he finished, but as soon as someone brought up a
new topic, I couldn't feel her anymore. I never told him, but I think he didn't need
to know.
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Upon my return to Arizona, I made a very good friend. She's my own age, and
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were changing for her, and she was far from home too with a whole lot of
responsibility she never had before. We got close enough that one evening I was
helping in her classroom and she was venting her emotions freely. It was doing
her a lot of good, and I'm used to supporting people like this.
She was talking herself in circles and started to go downhill when she suddenly
sobered a little and slowly pulled up out of her emotional nosedive. Her
comments got lighter, and while her situation was still stressful, she acted like
she had a better perspective all of a sudden. I don't have much control over
tuning into the presence of spirits unless they clearly want attention, but I gave a
little effort this time and felt three distinct spirits positioned behind her as she
sat at her desk. I know there were two women and one man with her, and they
seemed to have a smiling disposition about them. Their relation to her was
unclear, but I do know they had some physical connection though it didn't feel
like a near-family relation. It may have been an extended family relative
connection, but not one she was close to in their lives.
I mentioned this to her and, while the idea made her pause, I felt that I'd had the
choice to say something or no and that what they meant to do they had already
done.
Encounter With Unknown
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(2 stories) (4 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2014-07-22
Country: India
Paranormal Category: Haunted Places

I am sharing this story which I had experience in the past when I was at my
academic years. I must conclude that I live (and still living) in a 3 story ancestral
house which is almost 90 years old and has recently renovated and is situated in
the holy city of Varanasi where life and death co-exist in peace.
As I had mentioned above at that time I was at my academic years, so, I was as
other teenagers had pretty busy and hectic schedule. I use to wake up early in
the morning somewhere around 4:00 am to log up fresh water for daily purpose
because we lived in the first floor where we don't have the facility of running
water. I had to assemble a water pump so that water could easily be filled.
I was pretty close to my mother as compared to father. We are three brothers
and I am the younger one amongst them. My mother often shares her
experiences of unknown entities and paranormal activities which she had
experienced in this house from us. She always told us that we should not go
alone especially in the roof top, down story and in the corridors alone in the late
evening and in the early morning.
She always accompanies me when I assemble water pump in the morning as
both of my brothers used to wake up late.
One day, she got ill, I decided not to disturb her and I tried to go through the
schedule of early morning alone, since it was very early in the morning, in the
down story it was dark and I always felt uneasy whenever I reached to that place
where the tap was, suddenly,
I saw a dark creature (seems to be a creature of a female) standing not far from
me may be the distance would be 10 to 15 feet from the staircase from where I
was standing. I did not able to see her face as she was standing from her back in
front of me.
I didn't have any haunted or paranormal experienced before but I remember
what my mother told to me regarding the place at which I was standing currently
along with the corridor and roof top of not getting especially when alone.
When I saw that creature, I was almost half-dead. I was holding a heavy water
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throwing could damaged it and at that time we were not that financially strong to
afford a new one, I immediately drop down the idea of throwing it. I ran with the
whole assembly with all of my power and cantering the name of the holy
goddess 'Maa kali' (since I belongs to a Bengali family where we worships
goddess Kali) to save me from that entity.
I immediately inform my mother regarding my experience, she was very angry
for my courageous step of not taking any elder person with me. She immediately
goes in the pooja place took some holy Ganga jal with him and goes in the down
story along with me and my aunty and told me to show that place where I had
seen that entity.
I pointed that place where I had seen that standing her back in front of me. She
along with my aunty started sprinkled holy Ganga jal with some mantras. That
morning we went to the nearest Maa kali temple where the priest of that temple
gave a bracelet entitled it with some holy mantras and also told us not to
unwearied it at any case.
After that shivering experience, I never riches to the warned places of mine
ancestral house again until now when I am 28 years old currently and still
following the same rutein. My mother has grown older and she now days often
does not able to accompany me, I still feel uneasy going that place alone. But I
had a pet dog now which accompanies me during that time but I really want to
say that the dog too neither helps me fighting my fears as he always starts
shouting whenever he sees unknown or unexplainable objects. Though, the dog
helps me getting alert.
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By sushantkar
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(2 stories) (4 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2014-07-28
Country: India
Paranormal Category: Apparitions / Voices / Touches

It started in the mid winter say in the ending of December and January was on
the edge of starting. I at that time was a college student and was quite busy with
my studies. I must mention here that I am not amongst those who had good
number of friends. I am shy in nature and had only 1 friend in my whole college
life.
On December 28th 1997, the time would have been in between 3:30 to 4:00pm
(approximate), I had just returned from my college. As usual, I was pity hungry
and as soon as entered in my house I started seeking for some sank to eased up
hunger for a little bit.
Varanasi, the city where I live (since birth), the temperature usually stays
between 5 to 6 degrees centigrade in the end of December and in the first week
of January and then it goes even below in the mid half of January to mid
February, so, my mother and other members of my family used to spent most of
the time in the rooftop to get some warmth from the sun.
Since everyone of my family was in the upper side of the building, so in the
apartment of ours was pity dark (as all the switches were off). I was feeling so
hungry that I did not noticed that I was being watched by someone.
My kitchen's location (where I was that time) was that if someone had to go
there, he has to cross three rooms one by one (since it was a temporary kitchen
earlier it was a store room as our main kitchen was under renovation).
At that time we had a schedule lode shedding from 12:30 pm to 5:00pm, and
that time we don't have any power back-up facility (say inverters etc). The only
light I had in the kitchen was coming from a kerosene lantern/lamp with a little
mix up with daylight. Rest of three rooms were pity dark though some little pinch
of light was coming from the window edges and decorated roshandans (air vents
situated at the top of the walls, old houses do have that kind to insidestructures).
After encountering my hunger, I looked from the kitchen window; I saw still there
was enough sunlight so I decided to join the family in the roof. After locking the

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kitchen as I turned back, I saw a person passing from dining room to drawing
room. I thought that it may be my youngest brother. I immediately went to the
direction where I had seen him going. I was surprised to see that there was no
one in that room. I thought that may be my mind is playing some tricks with me.
Suddenly I remember that when I had entered in the apartment I had locked the
front door so how can he enter in the flat.
I started filled up with fear and I immediately decided to leave that place as
quickly as I can. But unfortunately failed to do so as I was grabbed by some
unknown power. My legs were started cramping up people says that whenever
they had an paranormal experience they fell cold but in my case I was feeling
very hot as someone had putted me in an burning coal oven.
I tried to shout with all of my power but it seemed that my voice was trapped
inside my throat. I started to throw my hands here and there like a mad person in
order to get myself free from that horrible power but I was not getting any
success. There was a moment when I thought that the unknown power had
achieved full control on me and I had no power left in my body for further
resistance, I started calling goddess to whom I worship to save my life.
Was it a coincidence or not I don't know, I suddenly heard the barking of my pet
dog and with him my mother entered in the apartment. I was immediately freed
from that entity. My mother, when she saw me lying on the floor in unconscious
and almost knocked out, she started calling the rest of the people in the family to
save me. I was picked up from the floor and was putted in a bed.
Our family doctor was called immediately, but in his initial examine I was
declared ok. Though, he gave me some energy tonic and some paracetamol (as
my body temperature has risen up by little).
After the departure of the doctor, my mother asked what exactly had happened
with me inside the house in their absence. I told them that I was attacked by a
spirit when I was coming out from the kitchen. My mother then burnt an iron rod
in camphor lite and cooled it immediacy in holy Ganga jal and gave it to me to
drink.
After drinking that I felt better. That whole night my mother sat beside me to
guard me from that spirit along with my pet dog. Though, I slept properly, but I
had bad dreams that night.
Almost 12 years has passed, when I had that horrible encounter with that spirit;
my loving dog had passed away on 2nd May 2014. His death was not natural too.
He was not felling good from last 3 month and was under full medical asylum.
But unfortunately, we did not able to save his life.
My mother still in depression as he was much closed to her and always helped
her in fighting such situations.
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By luckygirl8387
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(1 stories) (1 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2013-10-28
Country: United States
State: Iowa
Paranormal Category: Apparitions / Voices / Touches

I believe in God. I believe there is a heaven and hell. I thought because I believed
in God and prayed every day that nothing could ever enter my home. Little did I
know...
A little about my house first, the house we live in is my husband's greatgrandmother's and has been in his family since 1942. There is no record of the
house being built but you can tell that it is very very very old. Older than 1942.
A few weeks ago, my sister-in-law and my 3 year old nephew were at our house.
The weather was nice so our door was open, letting a nice breeze in. My sister-inlaw, myself and my husband sat our on our veranda and visited while we told my

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nephew (who we will call Billy) to go inside and find some toys to play with. While
we were talking, Billy came out and asked us, "Who is that inside?" Keep in mind
that only myself and my husband living in our house. Needless to say, we were a
little taken aback when he asked us that and I told him that nobody was inside.
He looked at us strange but just went back to playing.
Later in our conversation, Billy's mother mentioned it was strange how he saw
someone in our house. She asked him if the person was a boy or girl. Billy said a
boy. She then asked if he was tall like his daddy. And Billy said, "No, short like
Mommy." We all looked at each other, pondering what he could have seen.
About a half hour later, he comes back outside and asks who the person on the
couch is. By then, we are starting to get a little nervous. I asked him to bring me
inside and show me what he was talking about. We walked inside and I asked if
he could see him right now. He said, "Yes, he's right there on the couch." We
walked into the living room and I asked Billy if he was still there. Billy looked
around and walked into the computer room. He looked around the room and said,
"No, he is all gone". We were freaked out about it but laughing as well since it's
so close to Halloween we thought that was spooky.
Last week, my sister-in-law told me that Billy had told her out of the blue that the
man in my house was named Jerry and he wears boots. She said that she has no
idea where he would have heard the name Jerry as they know no one with that
name, nor is there anyone at his daycare with that name. I asked my husband if
anyone in his family as named Jerry and he said no.
Fast forward to last night. I was in the shower and almost ready to get out. I felt
something tug on my hair and didn't really think anything about it. All of the
sudden, my head was pulled backwards with such force that I fell all the way
back, crashing down into the bathtub. On the way down, I must've tried to stop
myself because a brand new bottle of shampoo came down right onto my eye. I
started to scream and was climbing out of the bathtub when I felt my back
burning. I screamed and cried even louder. My husband came running into the
bathroom asking what had happened. I couldn't even talk, I was so hysterical. I
just knew I wanted to get as far away from that bathroom as possible. My
husband got angry with me because I couldn't tell him what happened. He
stormed down into our basement.
I immediately called my step-father, who is a man of God. He told me that I had
to read aloud from my bible and to pray in every room, casting out anything that
is not from Jesus. I was scared but the house is mine and I will not have it taken
away from me. I went to every room, including the bathroom. When I got to our
computer room, I froze. The air was heavy and I felt faint. I prayed and read from
Psalms and left that room as soon as I could.
I went into my bedroom to inspect my body afterwards to see what the damage
was. I was starting to feel everything now that the adrenaline was wearing down.
When the bottle fell on my eye, it immediately left a bump with a cut. I knew I'd
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already. My ankle and knee felt as if I had twisted them. I then turned around and
looked at my back in the mirror. I had scratches which look like claw marks from
the nape of my neck running down to my lower back. Part of the scratches were
bleeding.
I slept with the light on and my bible and cross on my nightstand. My husband
slept downstairs and I had two of my dogs sleep in bed with me. I did not sleep
well and kept waking up scared. I woke this morning very tired and sore but I got
myself up and went to work.
I will not let this "entity" control my life. I'm not sure if it is still there or not but I
know I'm not letting it take my house.
Demonic Haunting, God, And Psychic Experiences
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By Melissa3980
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(1 stories) (1 posts) (the author is a young adult)
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State: New York
Paranormal Category: Demons / Possessions / Exorcisms

I lived in a house in Wappingers Falls, New York. I don't remember if it was in the
year 1994 or 1995 that this happened but I do know that I was either 14 or 15. I
was playing with Ouija boards with my friends and I became sort of obsessed
with it. One night, my mom and I both had a similar dream. In the dream, we
heard what we understood to be the voice of God telling us to have faith. It was
odd. Now I see it as a warning of things that were to come.
When one day I made a Ouija board and played with it in my own house with my
sister, the planchette rose off the board with our fingers on top of it and pulled us
out of the room, up the stairs, down a hall, into a room, and all the way back
again coming to rest on the Ouija board downstairs. Before this happened, this
spirit that communicated with us seemed playful, friendly, even funny in its
responses to us. But it wasn't.
Shortly thereafter, from time to time, a number of experiences would occur.
Glasses breaking, objects moved when no one was home, personal objects
vanishing, even a pieces of paper that were torn up and thrown away, ended up
whole and in odd places throughout the house. During this time I was often
scared, feeling that I was being watched and that whatever was watching me felt
a VERY STRONG HOSTILIY toward me.
There were times when I felt physically attacked... Such as when I would be
falling asleep and felt an intense pressure on my chest and as if I was being
choked with pressure around my neck. Another time, I was having a nightmare
(as I often did during this time) and when I woke up to scream, I found that I
couldn't as my whole body was paralyzed. After what felt like several long
minutes, I regained the use of my arms and had to use my hands to pry my
mouth open. I was going to scream as loud as I could but when I finally got my
mouth open, I found I was too scared even to scream.
I had several dreams which suggested that this was not a ghost but a demon. I
dreamt that my house was inhabited by demons and as I was trying to say The
Lord's Prayer in my dream, in an effort to make it go away, the demon (which in
this dream took the form of a large Rottweiler) was snarling and barking closer
and closer to my face with ever line of the prayer that I uttered. I found that I
could not complete the prayer in this dream. I was too frightened.
Another time worth mentioning is that early on when the activity started, I woke
up with a key in my hand (one that I found did not open anything that I could find
in the house). I hid it one day in a jewelry box in a secret compartment and put it
in my desk drawer. When one morning, I went to school, I found that I had a
momentary vision of a black shadow in my room moving towards my desk. When
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After searching all throughout the house, I finally found it on the opposite side of
my room, on my nightstand underneath a stuffed animal that was there.
All of my family was always fighting with each other during this time. The house
was always tense. We basically all hated each other and I was getting in a great
deal of trouble in school as I was always angry and disrespectful and depressed
and stressed out. Finally my parents couldn't deal with me anymore and they
sent me to Florida to live with my grandmother. I didn't feel the demon follow
me.
I never told my mother about the activity but she did find a note that I wrote to a
friend about the activity and then tore it up and threw away as I decided against
it. She found the note crumpled in one piece underneath the sink in a pot. And so
now she knew everything. After sending me away, she said she always felt the
dark energy even before finding my note and that she began praying and
sprinkling holy water in every room of the house, everyday for a year. Her prayer
was for God to send this spirit out of our home.
It took an entire year but finally one day, she saw a dark shadow in the form of
some sort of reptile. She described it like a crocodile with an unusually long tail.
It whipped past her face, slowly walked out the door and then disappeared. My
parents decided to divorce and sold the house shortly after. Upon packing my
things, my mother and sister both found many pieces of papers under my bed...
All Ouija boards in my handwriting but I only remember making 3 and I tore them
all up and threw them out. I cannot explain how this happened.
Both my mother and I have from time to time experienced spiritual and psychic
dreams since then. I have personally seen deceased relatives and pets in dreams
(and recently I saw a deceased pet while awake). I have also experienced
premonition dreams as well as small instances of precognition while awake. It
isn't a constant stream of psychic activity but we experience things like this a
few times a year. We remain faithful in our belief in God and I no longer play with
Ouija boards.
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By looney85
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(3 stories) (186 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2007-06-29
Country: El Salvador
Paranormal Category: Demons / Possessions / Exorcisms

I used to live in a small city (I would rather not say city for protection), where our
next door neighbor was the worst ever. My grandmother never told us why this
lady next door hated her so much. She sure got revenge at whatever the grudge
was, but she was nice to us. Until this day, I do not know why.
My aunt came home from school very hungry. The lady next door was outside on
the porch, when all of a sudden she asked her to come and help her get
something out, because it was too heavy. As my aunt proceeded to go help her, I
tried to stop her, but I was pushed by an unseen force. I did not see anybody by
the door at the time. I ran to my grandmother to let her know what was going on,
but it was too late!
By the time we went to get her, she was already coming out with a sandwich in
her hand. My grandmother took it away from her, but she was almost done with
it.
The same night, around midnight, we were awakened by the smell of something
burning. I woke everybody up to help find where the smell was coming from. It
was my aunt's room. I could not open the door, but when my uncle came in, the
look on his face was as if he had seen the devil himself.
I grabbed his hand, and he snapped out of it. But when I turned to see who or
what he was staring at, it was the scariest thing I had ever seen. My aunt was
sitting in her bed, just staring at me. Her facial features were as if a demon
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For the next few days she became worse. It started by her passing out, and all
the entities she had inside tried to come through. A little girl, a man, few demons
and one that called himself the devil. I was so scared to be alone with her, but
every time that she passed out she was next to me.
The little girl spirit tried to come through every time I was in front of her, but
there was one entity that did not like me one bit.
One day I was passing next to my aunt, not knowing that she was in her
possessed mode (I guess you can say) when all of a sudden she grabbed me. Her
face was not hers, but that demon that did not like me (I say this because she
sound like an evil man) I screamed so hard I almost passed out.
My grandmother called my uncles to get her or this thing off me. She pulled me
closer and told me that he knew who I was and to watch myself, because one
day I would not be so lucky.
I went to church and became a regular choir girl. I told our priest what was going
on, and he offered to help. He gave me a little bottle of holy water to protect
myself.
The very next day he came to our house but made it only to our door, saying, "I
cannot come in there! It is too strong for me. I need more people with me!"
He told my grandma that one of the demons was not just a demon but the devil
himself, and that he was not going anywhere without my aunt. He said that as he
was leaving, he heard the entity scream at him, saying that her soul was offered
to him, and he was going to stay until he gets her soul.
He was so concerned that he came the very next day with three other people.
They failed, and she stayed the same. Days turned into weeks, weeks into
months, and months into years. Yes, this went on for two years! It was an
everyday nightmare!
I still do not know how she got cured. None of my family members would tell me
how. But I cannot be alone with her to this day. I feel as if the demon that
threatened me is still with her, and I am afraid of her.
I know she has a family now, but I'm still afraid!
I believe in God. He loves me, and I know that He protected me throughout those
tough times
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Date: 2011-11-15
Country: Australia
Paranormal Category: Demons / Possessions / Exorcisms

My friend thought that she was going insane when she first started seeing things.
On November the 15th, 2011, she had the courage to tell me what it was that
she was seeing. Being open minded and having experience with demons and
such, I didn't rule out the possibility of a other worldly 3rd party being involved
and as soon as I told her, she started choking like some one had their hands
around her throat. I can't exactly remember what happened but I managed to
get her to sit up and that seemed to shake whatever it was that had a hold of her
throat. She described the experience that someone was sitting on her chest and
choking her.
She says that she can see it and that it takes the form of a half materialized
feline-like man who calls himself Jester. She says that he hangs off of her back
and drags her down on occasion; I have seen a disturbance in the air behind her
so I am assuming that could be Jester.
On the same day, the 15th of November, we were writing to each other on a
piece of paper in class and she just slumped over in her chair and started
automatic writing. I let her sleep for a minute while I tried to figure out what she
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doesn't want me near my friend and I don't doubt that he would hurt me if he
could get past the protection I have around myself. I'm not the only one that he
doesn't like, he despises everyone around my friend, according to what I have
gathered from what she has told me and what Jester has written.
I should have mentioned earlier that since the start of 2011, I have had my own
other worldly being following me. His name is Odif and I will describe him in
another story.
Odif wanted to talk to Jester to calm him down and to rethink his way of
communicating with my friend; it didn't work because Jester refused. I wanted to
talk to Jester to calm him down but I knew that taking that course of action would
do more harm than good.
Jester seems to be very affectionate towards my friend yet he is violently jealous
when she talks and thinks about other people. I would like to know your opinions
and advice on what should be done.
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Date: 2010-11-22
Country: Australia
Paranormal Category: Demons / Possessions / Exorcisms

Please help us my son was taking a shower today, we were in the kitchen heard
banging and screaming from the bathroom. My husband and I ran we tried to
break the door down as our son was screaming like he was being murdered. We
finally go in and my son collapsed in our arms still screaming scratches all over
his chest, saying that this thing was throwing him against the door scratching
him really fast and wouldn't stop, that its angry we wrapped his naked body in a
blanket and hugged him, we calmed him enough to lay him down and examine
him and yes scratches everywhere, we took photos then got him to get some
clothes on, we were with him then we only got his jeans on no shirt and a
message on his phone sent from no number, saying you will be mine soon you
filthy thing was on his phone, we left the house its now 12am and we have been
back for approximately 2hrs, and since it has shown its self at least 14 times.
As I say the lords prayer it gets angry, it laughs at my husband and other son, we
are all crying without knowing all our eyes have water running down but we
arent sobbing, I don't understand why my family, why my neighbourhood, why
my sons, why won't it leave us alone, we can't sleep we can breath properly with
fear it will attack again, my son won't leave our side I have never seen him or the
rest of my family this terrified of anything, my son that keeps being attacked is
weak, he is very sick he has type1 diabetes and has almost died a few times, he
was never sick until we moved to this house, I don't know how much more of this
he can take, its really taking it out of him.
Please if anyone can help please do its still here and as I type, its here it can see
me typing, my son is beside me he can see it looking, I can feel it looking, it likes
games, it laughs when we get angry at it, it gets angry when we say the lords
prayer, its sarcastic at my husband, it clapped its hands when my husband yelled
you will not win you will leave, this thing is dangerous and harmful.
My mother in law is trying to white light our house threw the phone, and its
laughing at her, she is too far away to come and do it in person, but its laughing,
its angry, and its sarcastic, and likes games. It does physical harm, this thing is
smart and extremely strong, but it does move away it moves around me when I
say the lords prayer, and its angry. As soon as daylight hits and a church is open,
I intend to take my son and my family there and ask for help. My youngest son is
at a neighbors house, he is too scared he is still awake over there too scared to
sleep. A new detail of this thing it only has 3 fingers with really long nails
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By DJ
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(1 stories) (0 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2010-08-02
Country: United Kingdom
Paranormal Category: Demons / Possessions / Exorcisms

When I was 13, I was living in Northern London. We lived in a small flat at the
time. I was happy because I had a pretty good life at the time.
One of my very best friends, Cristina, loved to stay over, and was over often.
One night, I took off my necklace, a present from my mother, and started to play
videogames. I told her not to touch it. She had wanted to do a séance earlier, but
I told her no. So she said okay, and went to the bathroom.
After an hour, it was quiet, and I finally heard a whooshing noise. I turned around
and there she was, using my necklace and a piece of paper as a makeshift Ouija
Board. I pulled it out and burned it. She left, and everything was fine for awhile.
After a week, things turned bad.

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I would wake up after feeling like something was choking me, and scratches and
things would appear on me randomly. Then it got really bad. I had a perfect
memory, but all of a sudden, I couldn't remember where I was or how I had
gotten there. I said things to people that I would never say. I attacked my mother
and younger sister.
My sister took action and talked to a local priest and he agreed to perform an
exorcism. During this, I apparently attacked everyone close to me and said
things that I never hope to hear again. It was the worst experience of my life.
Somewhat Intentional Exorcism?
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By Didos89
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(4 stories) (15 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2014-02-24
Country: Switzerland
Paranormal Category: Misc

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I am not sure where I should start with my conclusion of these past few years.
When we first moved into this home, we received a small plant as a gift from the
friend of my mother. Honestly, I do dislike that woman. She is annoying and loud,
selfish and careless. Anyway, that plant was something curious, something I
have never seen before.
Especially when it had its growth spurts. When we received it, it was just a very
small plant with a leaf of the size of my hand. After one year, the plant grew to
the size of the torso of a grown man. Of course, we thought that the plant was
happy in its place and was showing it by growing fast and beautifully. Then, it
had even gotten some flowers! Something like that, I have never seen before!
(http://www.pic-upload.de/view-22374870/plant_with_flowers.jpg.html)
Anyone who visited would ask about that plant and its different flowers. The
most curious part about it would be, that one day, the flower was there, the next
day, it would die and a new flower would show itself the very next day.
Anyway, a half year ago my mother decided that we should have our home
blessed from evil spirits and to pray for health. Before the women hocas came to
our home to pray, my mother told me that after the blessing, something evil is
going to be cast out of our home. It can be a towel or shoe. Who knew?
Would you believe me when I told you that on the blessing day, all females
praised that very plant to be very beautiful and special?
And on the very next day, the plant died miserably? Would you believe me if I
told you that that plant was a brown mass? My mother quickly threw it away, and
the heaviness in our home was lifted. I was... Amazed, to be honest. Gone was
the flower from that woman. And with that, I feel free.
Even though I still feel like I am being watched, it is still much better! But I am
not sure what caused these things at all. Really, was the plant like a magnet?
There are still some open points, like the five years (when I was 15 years old until
20, until we moved here). Back then, we did not have this plant in our home. And
many more things like whisperings and bangings on the walls. For this one, I am
going to upload another part...
If you know, what this plant thing could be, I would be very curious to know.
Thank you for reading.
My Ghostly Childhood Friend
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By CameronY
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(1 stories) (3 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2009-08-12
Country: United States
State: Washington
Paranormal Category: Demons / Possessions / Exorcisms

I was born in California, but moved to Washington with my family around the
time that I had started first grade. Soon after I began seeing dark figures in my
room at night. You couldn't really make out any particular features other then
that they were shaped more like adult males (tall, broad shoulders, wide chests)
none of them had faces. They would spend the time moving around my room
paying no attention to me. These events didn't happen every night, and the
nights that they did happen I sometimes would have some very scary
nightmares.
At first this was very frightening, but after I had seen that they would not hurt
me I grew used to them being there. One night was different though. We had
been living in the house for a little over 2 years and I was now in the third grade,
one night I had just laid in bed and said good night to the figures (I had gotten so
used to them being there that saying good night to them just became part of my
routine)
For the first time one of them responded and said good night back to me, I was
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conversation but what I do remember is that he introduced himself as "Other"
and told me that he wasn't there to hurt me. After this Other and I became rather
good friends and I began to see him during the day.
After a couple of years Other and I became so close that I allowed him to what he
called "inhabit" my body. After this happened I stopped seeing the dark figures in
my room. I and other would still talk I would "think" things and he would "think"
them back to me.
It wasn't until I was about 16 years old that other began to use my body without
my permission, because of this I got very upset with him and told him to leave
my body. And I never saw him again
I'm now 18 years old and I have begun to see the dark figures again. Not only in
my house but in other places to such as when I was at a party with my friend
Brandon and he suggested that we go to a house that was "haunted" it was there
that I met another figure and had a conversation with it but that's a different
story
Well that my story I know it's a little out there and you probably won't believe
me, but thank you for taking the time to read it.
My Ouija Experience And Possession
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Date: 2012-03-15
Country: Australia
Paranormal Category: Ouija Board / Seances

Before I start my story, I would like to begin with this quote which, based on my
experiences with the Ouija, is completely and utterly true:
"Most often the spirits whom are contacted through the Ouija Board are those
whom reside on 'the lower astral plane.' These spirits are often very confused
and may have died a violent or sudden death: murder, suicide, etc. Therefore,
many violent, negative and potentially dangerous conditions are present to those
using the board. Often times several spirits will attempt to come through at the
same time, but the real danger lies when you ask for physical proof of their
existence! You might say, 'Well, if you're really a spirit, then put out this light or
move that object!' What you have just done is simple. You have 'opened a
doorway' and allowed them to enter into the physical world and future problems
will more than likely arise." (That's where we went wrong.)
I am normal 21-year-old from the Gold Coast, Australia. My story begins just on
as average Thursday, standing around with two of my good mates thinking of
something new to do on the following Friday. So my mate came up with this
brilliant idea to BUY A OUIJA BOARD. He explained what he had heard about this
board and we all decided it would be a fun idea to go and check this thing out. So
me, knowing absolutely nothing about this thing, decided "why the hell not." So
we bought the board mid-afternoon Friday at my local board game shop and
began deciding locations to use it that night.
Firstly we visited a graveyard, spooky right? And used the board in the car park
(Yes, I was respectful enough to not do it on someone's grave) No way!
ME: OUIJA OUIJA OUIJA, IS ANYONE THERE?
BOARD: F-*-C-K *-F-F (Story has been edited here)
ME: Sorry, we came here to mean no disrespect, please move the planchette to
goodbye if you would like us to leave.
BOARD: G-O
BOARD: (Planchette then slowly moves to goodbye)

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Alright, so we thought to ourselves, that was boring right? Let's go somewhere
else more exciting. So we decided around 11 pm to visit a local haunted house in
the area on Springbrook Road where, according to the stories, a veteran back in
WW2 suffered post-traumatic syndrome and murdered his wife and two children
before killing himself. So what a good idea, let's do it there, guys! How stupid
right?
So we arrived and instantly on location the place looked spooky, being covered in
vines and large shrubs. The house was located next to a swamp and the whole
property is overgrown with weeds and long grass. Very spooky and dark!
So Shiloh, Cody and I manned up and marched on inside, placed the board in the
center of this old spooky house.
I said: OUIJA OUIJA OUIJA, IS ANYONE THERE?
BOARD: (INSTANTLY SHOOTS TO YES)
ME: WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
BOARD: F-Y-J-I
ME: O...K, HOW OLD ARE YOU?
BOARD: 4
ME: DID YOU PASS AWAY IN THIS HOUSE?
BOARD: (Planchette violently moves to yes)
BOARD: G-E-T O-U-T
ME: Sorry we mean no respect, we will now leave.
BOARD: N-O
BOARD F-*-C-K *-F-F (Story has been edited here)
BOARD (Planchette violently circles the board for a while almost as if it was
trying to carve a hole in the board then shoots to goodbye)
So by this time we're freaked. We flipped the board over, packed it away and ran
out as quickly as we could, arriving back to the car shaking and all feeling quite
ill and funny. Soon after we came good we spoke about it for a while and all got
home safely by 1 am, but that night I did not sleep. The second I stepped foot
out of my mate's car and was alone, I felt an overwhelming unclean presence
with me so, unable to sleep and scared, I spent the rest of the night up
researching "the Ouija board."
So still very interested in the Ouija board and much more knowledgeable, we
decided to give it another run but this time with placing pure silver on the board,
holding incense, lighting candles around the board and beginning the Ouija with
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confident/interested that this would work and we would hopefully come in
contact with a GOOD spirit. This time it was a Wednesday and we were at the top
of a lookout close by in my area.
OUIJA OUIJA OUIJA, IS ANYONE THERE?
BOARD: YES
BOARD: K-A-K-A-K-A (planchette moving violently)
ME: ARE YOU A GOOD SPIRIT?
BOARD: NO
BOARD: K-A-K-A-K-A-K-A
BOARD: DIE
ME: Sorry, spirit, we came here to mean no disrespect, may we please now leave
you in peace?
BOARD: N-O
BOARD: K-A-K-A
ME: What does K-A-K-A mean, spirit?
BOARD: K-I-L-L A-L-L K-I-L-L A-L-L
ME: (Feeling very weak and lethargic) We are going to lea...
BOARD: N-O
BOARD K-A-K-A
BOARD: (Planchette circles the board, then starts to do a figure of 8 on the
board)
MITCH STEPS IN: Spirit, you are being non-cooperative. We are going to leave you
now in peace, goodbye. (We all move the planchette to goodbye and pack the
board up immediately.)
Afterwards everyone was in total disbelief and conversations. We're floating
around like "WERE YOU MOVING?", "No, WERE YOU?" "NO! WERE YOU?", "NO,
MAN, I WASN'T!" At this time I was staring of into the distance, feeling very sick
and funny inside. The rest of the night I was very blank and rude to everyone,
got home around 2 am this time and stayed up watching TV all night, still in
shock and disbelief of what happened earlier.
Two days later I still had this crazy interest in the board. I wanted to know
answers like: What will happen in 2012? Who will I marry?
What are the winning lottery numbers to this week's Powerball? LOL Is there a
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I was so amazed and wanted to know this. As freaked out as I was, I had a drive
in me that was pushing me to play again and I'm one of those people who search
for answers and stay very focused and interested. So we visited a school that
next night and recorded the session which looked to be a GOOD SPIRIT? How
could this be? GUESS AGAIN, EVIL SPIRIT/DEMON IN DISGUISE, SEE IN THE VIDEO
BELOW:
Http://youtu.be/jACHl-N2C5Y
So that following Friday we decided to do it again BUT this time on film, in the
middle of a dark scary forest and with all proper necessary equipment. This
session went for much longer than we expected. Below is a short that we filmed
from the night showing that we the spirit we came in contact with, PJ, violently
moving the planchette to NO-GOODBYE-NO-GOODBYE and circulating the board.
Http://youtu.be/_8gKsVOuMNA
Now, guys, this is where is get's F*&^%ED UP! Over-confident and still very
interested in the board, we all come together a week later and said, "Let's do this
one last time." So we did. The following week, after coming in contact with PJ, we
visited the same area were we summoned him, but this time decided to use the
board on a bench nearby.
ALL FOOTAGE OF THIS EVENT WAS CAPTURED ON CAMERA, RUNS FOR APPROX
45 MINS AND IS 100% REAL.
I will now share with you the conversation with this DEMON while playing the
Ouija with my good mate Madison and having my other mate James there
operating the camera etc:
Pre-Open
Dear Higher Power:
Tonight, we ask for protection from evil during this session.
Let nothing but light, goodness, and love surround this board and all involved.
Let only the blessed powers and spirits of light and love enter this place.
We ask to be surrounded with the brilliant light of loving embrace, protecting us
from malice and deception.
All negative energy, evil spirits, and dark entities from this place but banish at
once, this is an order for we have no spirit of fear except love, power, and a
sound mind.
Once again, protect us, protect this place and finally let there only be Light and
nothing but Light surround us.
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Dear Spirit,
As I light these candles, bless this sacred place.
Let the light of their flames radiate love and protection to all areas of our
surroundings.
I ask once more that any negative energies be released from this space.
Turn my dwelling into a sanctuary and as I sit with you now, I open my heart.
I surround myself with the love and light of your protection.
I release any negativity that I have picked up throughout the day so that I speak
to the universe with the purity of my soul.
I ask that any energy be given for my absolute good.
Dismiss now all energies that are not of the Highest and Greatest source.
OUIJA OUIJA OUIJA, IS ANYONE THERE?
BOARD: YES
ME: WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
BOARD: M-A-W-K-S
ME: ARE YOU FROM THE SUN OR THE MOON?
BOARD: MOON
ME: I ASK NOW THAT ALL EVIL SPIRITS AND DARK ENTITIES BE BANNED FROM
THIS BOARD I BLESS WITH ONLY POSITIVE ENERGY, IF THERE ARE ANY POSITIVE
SPIRITS WILLING TO COMMUNICATE WITH US FROM THE WHITE LIGHT PLEASE
MOVE THE PLANCHETTE TO YES
(PLANCHETTE STAYS ON NO)
ME: SO THERE ARE NO POSITIVE SPIRITS ON THIS BOARD PRESENT
BOARD: NO
ME: WE ARE GOING TO LEAVE YOU NOW IF THERE ARE NO POSITIVE SPIRITS
WILLING TO COMMUNICATE
BOARD: (CIRCLES BACK TO NO)
ME: WE ARE GOING TO LEAVE YOU IN PEACE NOW.
BOARD: H-I
ME: ARE THERE MORE THAN ONE SPIRIT ON THIS BOARD?
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ME: HOW MANY?
BOARD: 1
ME: WE ASK NOW THA...
BOARD: VIOLENTLY MOVES TO NO
ME: OK THEN, IS THERE SOMETHING YOU WOULD LIKE TO TELL US MAWKS?
BOARD: YES:
ME: AND WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO TELL US?
BOARD: D-I-E
ME: IS THERE ANYTHING FURTHER YOU WOULD LIKE TO TELL US?
BOARD: NO
ME: SO PLEASE MOVE THE PLANCHETTE TO GOODBYE
BOARD: NO
ME: SO THERE IS SOMETHING FURTHER YOU WOULD LIKE TO TELL US?
BOARD: YES
BOARD: F-A-Q (F%$K YOU?)
(MADISON'S HAND AT THIS POINT STARTS SHAKING VIOLENTLY)
MADISON: MY FU%^ING HAND, DUDE
ME: SPIRIT, WE ARE LEAVING YOU NOW
BOARD: NO-NO-NO
BOARD: PLANCHETTE CIRCLES THE BOARD VIOLENTLY FOR APPROX 1 MIN,
STOPS! SILENCE FOR 10 SECONDS THEN MY HAND STARTS SHAKING
MADISON: ARE YOU HAPPY? (DUMB QUESTION, RIGHT?)
BOARD: NO
MADISON: WHY ARE YOU UNHAPPY?
BOARD: G-O
MADISON: IF YOU ARE REAL, MOVE THE PLANCHETTE OFF THE BOARD (DUMB!
DUMB!)
ME: OK, IF YOU WOULD LIKE US TO LEAVE WE WILL. WE CAME HERE TO MEAN NO
DISRESPECT. SO IF THAT IS OK WITH YOU, PLEASE MOVE THE PLANCHETTE TO
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BOARD: (PLANCHETTE MOVES TO GOODBYE) MY HAND COMES OFF AND I READ:
ME: (BEGINS Closing)
Dear Spirit,
Thank you for sharing this sacred ti...
NOTICE MADISON'S HAND STILL ON THE PLANCHETTE
ME: GET OFF IT!
MADISON: I CAN'T, I CAN'T, PUT YOUR FINGERS BACK ON IT RIGHT NOW!
MADISON: I CAN'T LET GO
MADISON: PUT YOUR FINGERS ON NOW! (EXTREME DEMAND IN HIS VOICE)
ME, SLOWLY PUTTING MY FINGERS BACK ON.
BOARD: IMMEDIATELY TAKES OFF AND STARTS CIRCLING THE BOARD FASTER
THAN I EVER SEEN. AT ONE POINT IT ALMOST FLEW OFF AND IN THE VIDEO YOU
SEE MY FINGERS FLY OFF!
BOARD: NO
BOARD: D-I-E F-*-C-K (Story has been edited here)
MADISON: STARTS DRILLING INCENSE INTO HIS HAND ON VIDEO
ME: WE ARE GOIN...
BOARD: SHOOTS STRAIGHT TO GOODBYE
MADISON: ARRGHHH WHAT THE F&^&%!
The following footage you are about to see is real and is a trailer for what we've
decided to make a full length-movie out of all the footage we have captured, plus
tons more on the way. I threw in a couple of sound clips to boost it, up but what
happened after this particular Ouija board session we find hard to recall until
viewing the footage as we believe we had a demon/evil entity jumping from one
of us to the other POSSESSING US, manipulating my emotions and making my
cry and talk gibberish for ages and continually tried to make Madison burn
himself with incense, our voice changed, Madison kept repeating "Jesus is not the
Son of God" over and over, our faces turned pale white with huge pupils and oh
the list goes on and on it was messed up watching the footage back.
Http://youtu.be/JYJJ5gs6kB4
The following 2 months after this event VERY, VERY weird stuff started occurring
to us and our homes. I could sit here for hours and try and sum up all the events
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much time. All I knew at this point is that I'm never using a damn Ouija board
again!
Me:
I lost all signal to my TV.
Woke up one morning and $100 was missing from my wallet.
Woke up to see massive demonic carvings on my window screen.
Random letters on my keyboard would stop working, start working.
Things around the house were getting misplaced.
I have consistent night terrors and demonic whispering in my ear.
My girlfriend couldn't bear sleeping in my room anymore.
Where I went, I could sense this negativity - everywhere!
Woke up one morning with a demonic symbol on my FOREHEAD - YES MY
FOREHEAD. It was shaped like an anti-angel (Line with a big cross at the top)?
My phone would randomly turn itself off.
Woke up one night with a loud roar in my ear and my bedroom door slamming.
Hearing voices from time to time, seeing objects appear out of the blue.
The list never ended. All I can say is that it was absolute hell!
Mold started randomly growing in the walls?
Madison: (Much more heavier)
Woke up with demonic drawings scratched all over his bed.
Had the sheets ripped of his bed.
Door consistently squeaks opened and closed.
Woke up to a voice telling him to "Get out."
Was over at mine and started levitating the top card of a card deck.
Also levitated an air horn and slammed it over.
Character changed from time to time, very blunt and rude.
Refuses to get cleansed, interested in the demonic world all of a sudden?
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These are just very few of the events that occurred and still are occurring. We
tried cleansing ourselves and the houses with a "white sage stick" and dragons
blood/white sage incense, but we are still very uncertain that this entity/s have
left us.
NOW THE MESSAGE BEHIND WHAT I AM WRITING HERE IS, DON'T BE STUPID LIKE
ME. DON'T USE A OUIJA BOARD.
I could go on for hours, but my last words of advice to anyone thinking about
messing with this board is that it's a death wish and will ruin and bring bad luck
to your life and what you're pretty much doing is opening a portal and allowing
any unclean spirit into your life and they will stop at nothing to mess with your
positive energy and daily life. There is nothing good about the Ouija board. It's
just a vehicle which makes it easy for negative spirits and demonic forces to
enter this plane of existence. I never believed in it, but what these
spirits/demons do is, they create fear in your mind and follow you every step of
your life and influence their negative energy and attach it to you.
The Ouija is just something nobody should ever mess with, and I feel sorry for
anyone who does. It's as dark as hell comes and what I believe is in that board
are just MILLIONS AND MILLIONS of minions and demons waiting for it's next
victim. I never thought I'd ever believe in demons or the devil but, wow, has my
opinion changed.
And lastly word of advice: If you ever mess with the Ouija and have any such
thought that you may have come in contact with a "demon" then get help
quickly. Demons will act as if they're your friend and peaceful guide but really, at
the end of it, they're nothing but manipulative little lying buggers. Demons are a
persistent force and it will hold on for as long as it can and I believe that it is only
them and or/evil spirits that you are able to contact through the Ouija. It's just an
access portal to the dark side!
BEWARE, USE WITH CAUTION IF YOU MUST, BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY DON'T USE
AT ALL!
Apart from that, though, we still very interested in getting out and doing further
research on the Ouija board not using it again, but filming stories and
researching further into the invisible gates of which this board is capable of. The
spiritual world, demonic cults, white/black witches, etc and explore all of this and
hopefully by the end of the year put it all into a full-length film.
So that's my story. If anyone would like to comment on which road you feel my
friends and I should take from here, give advice or anything, by all means, I am
all ears. Looking forward to hearing everybody's feedback! Help would be muchly
appreciated!
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(8 stories) (9 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2009-10-13
Country: United States
State: Arizona
Paranormal Category: Non Human Entities

The women of my family tend to have special abilities. My mom and great
grandmother could/can see ghosts, and are able to determine the gender of a
baby before the one pregnant really even knows themselves. I first had the
impression that the abilities skipped a generation until I remembered that I
always played with the ghosts in our old apartment at the young age of three
and until we moved out. When I was older and got to travel to Illinois due to us
having to bury my great grandfather next to great grandma and I panicked about
halfway through due to seeing the relatives that were long dead paying their
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However, now I feel blocked off and though most would be grateful to not see or
hear what others can't, the fact I can't anymore and used to be able to frustrates
and makes me very upset. I'm thinking I blocked myself off, maybe because
something scared me so much I blocked out that world and forced myself to
forget. I want to open up again, though... There may be more reasons that I may
be subconsciously aiming for, but for now my main one is contact.
Not only do I want to be able to talk to and see the ghosts living with us, as to
not disturb any particular place they have claimed for their own, I also want to be
able to feel and understand my psychic vampire spirit, Chazzar.
As...strange as it seems, I actually went hunting for spirit stuff on EBay last year I
believe. I found a store full of spirit-inhabited jewelry and instantly went to
inspect the 'vampire' category. There I found a necklace I fell in love with and
ended up getting with permission from my mom and waited eagerly. When the
necklace showed up in the mail a few weeks later, I was startled and a bit
peeved that the necklace I'd been sent looked nothing like the one I'd bought.
After finding the one they did send to be more beautiful and I oddly felt much
more whole, I didn't complain one bit.
Now, I do a lot of things on the computer, being a part of a virtual school system,
and my desk position is a little less comfortable than I'd like. The result of that
that particular week was my shoulder being in severe pain. I was not a happy
camper, though the arrival of Chazzar had put me in a good mood, by bed time I
was in pain and cranky. I let my dog out to do her business in the front yard while
I went to fill her food and water up, and let her back in as we both headed to my
room and I closed the door after saying my goodnight to my family. I then went
to bed.
Now, before I continue, you must know... My dog, Tess, is a coward. She hates
both men and woman due to having abusive owners before, and though she was
supposed to be my mom's dog, she attached herself to me and refuses to be
anything but afraid of my other family members. She's like an alarm, and barks
at the slightest things except the ghosts living with us that I had no real clue of
at the time.
Continuing...I usually have different depths of sleep when I actually manage to
sleep, but my most common one is that point right in between sleep and awake
where you don't seem to be awake, yet you register everything around you
perfectly fine. I was lying on my side; facing the wall my bed is up against, with
my eyes closed. Tess was lying next to me, perfectly awake since she had
scratched her ear a moment before and was chewing her foot. It was something
normal I was used to, but what had drawn me from my full-sleep had been the
pain in my shoulder.
It hurt still, throbbing angrily, but I began to feel a gentle pressing over the back
of my shoulder, the motion slowly seeming to swirl as nothing registered in my
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caring way that was to sooth the pain, I reacted on instinct to panic and sat up as
I quickly brushed my hand over my shoulder.
There was no one in my room... Even partially blind, I still could see perfectly in
the dark, and I saw no one. It was just me and my dog, but I had a feeling it was
Chazzar trying to ease my physical pain and I might have startled or hurt him
with my rejection action.
Realizing I couldn't tell, though, left with nothing but silence and guilt... I cried.
My only way to communicate with him clearly is my best friend who is of the
Wicca religion, and even with that he went through a period of stubbornness with
telling her how he was feeling. He flat out refused to say anything, wanting me to
do it myself. I tried to explain to him that I couldn't, but my friend told me that he
still wanted me to be able to feel how he felt and tell his emotions and thoughts.
He's gotten back to telling Sam how he feels, so she can tell me, but I still
desperately want to be able to rely on myself to be able to talk with him. It's
upsetting for me, because I know for a fact he was with me in a past life and
wanted to ask him questions about that and many more things...
Do you have any tips or ways I can try to open myself back up? I've tried to
knock the 'walls' around me down myself, but I can't seem to.
Anything helpful is greatly appreciated, by the both of us!
Possessed Teddy Bear, Or Something Else?
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(8 stories) (9 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2009-12-07
Country: United States
State: Arizona
Paranormal Category: Demons / Possessions / Exorcisms

I don't really know how to start this, other than the fact I've come to find that a
favored teddy bear of mine seems to have a life of its own. Donnie, as I've come
to refer this stuffed toy along with such things as 'he' and 'him', isn't all that
special actually. My mother bought him at the mall for me when I was younger
and I've kept him close ever since... Despite entering my late teens, I still sleep
with him snuggled in my arms every night and I believe that might have
something to do with the 'life' he's seemed to gain.
The way Donnie acts for, what I first thought to be a possessed, stuffed animal
strikes me as odd. He moves, I know this for a fact from having felt him hold me
back when I hug him and having placed him down, turned for a minute and
looked back to find him closer to me, but those occasions tend to not happen
often unless I've left him alone for long periods of time.
What does happen often, however, seems to only happen if my mom or little
brother goes into my room without my permission and I'm not around. That and,
with my mom since she's a bit more acute to paranormal things around her, if I
accidentally leave Donnie in her bedroom.
With my mom he seems to swing down from the ceiling at an angle not possible,
just to hit her on the head and be resting on the bed the moment she turns to
look at him. I've gotten her to go more into detail about it and she says that she
only sees something black in the shape of Donnie swooping down upon her right
before it hits her upside the head. If I leave Donnie alone with her without really
realizing it, my bear apparently begins to demand where I am and then proceeds
to say my name over and over until mom eventually gets fed up with it and ends
up either throwing him at me or tossing him in my room.
With my little brother I only have one account of Donnie doing anything and that
was standing up on my bed and charging right at him when he went into my
room to get one of my CDs while I was over at a friend's house. Donnie didn't
touch my brother at all, but he effectively chased him out.
Now, I'm not frightened or anything by this, but I am curious. I always used to
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that stage rather quickly as I just slept while holding Donnie close. I don't know if
it was that or the fact that I am greatly attached to Donnie that might have
attracted a spirit to 'take up residence' in my bear, but I've come to realize it
might be something else entirely. With my mother and Wicca friend being able to
sense, see, and hear spirits I am grateful that I can consult and speak with them
over the different theories without them thinking I'm completely nuts, and one
theory seems to stick out to me in particular. My mom was the one to say it, and
my friend agrees there's a large chance that whatever is in Donnie might be an
extension of me.
Looking at it seriously, I think this might be the case but I'm not entirely sure.
According to my mother, Donnie is perfectly fine and completely silent if he's
with me unless she comes in to wake me up, in which she feels that Donnie
stares at her with warning not to bother me at all. Donnie isn't the only one of
my stuffed animals to gain 'life' around me or the ability to move either, the only
other two being a small clown doll and my giant panda bear. The clown doll
hasn't moved from the desk drawer I've hid it in for some time due to my mother
threatening to burn it if she ever found it on her pillow in the middle of the night
again, and my panda bear has only moved once. It was after hiding something
very important behind it with the intent that no one would ever find this item,
but I soon wanted to hide it in a better spot so I went to get it. I was then
promptly hit by my giant toy panda bear, and hard. It wouldn't let me retrieve
the item until I knocked it from the chair and got it anyways.
My panda hasn't moved since, while Donnie has retained the ability to do as he
wishes to those who enter my room and annoy my mother until she gives him to
me. This has me thinking he really might be possessed by some spirit that might
hop from one of my stuffed animals to another, or he could be an extended part
of me. I was leaning more towards 'possessed' since one of my other friends
spent a week at my home the summer before last and heard a male voice talking
in a different language, me replying in English as I mumbled along the lines of
"She's fine, Donnie, there's no need..." but I don't know if she was completely
awake or partially dreaming, so there's also that fact against the possession
theory.
I remind you that I'm not afraid, but I would like to hear what you guys think
about all of this. Is my teddy bear just moving because of an extended part of
myself, has a spirit found him a suitable vessel, or is it something different?

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By EternalLotus
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(8 stories) (9 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2009-12-09
Country: United States
State: Arizona
Paranormal Category: Haunted Places

When I was younger, around the age of three, I lived in a haunted apartment
with my mom. However, since I was so young and only remember a few things,
such as the ghost that would play with me in my room, most of these
experiences are relayed to me from her.
The apartment is a part of four buildings lined up facing the street, but the fourth
building we lived in had been built sideways, facing the side of the building
beside it. From our kitchen window you could see the Crematorium smoke stack
perfectly, and I believe this has a part to play with our apartment being haunted
because of my mom telling me that ghosts not willing to leave this land are
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that was our apartment and the mirror-windowed office building across the street
in the other direction. That office was haunted as well.
With our apartment, there were signs it was haunted when my mom first moved
us in there. She was unpacking the dishes in the kitchen with all of the
cupboards open, the windows and doors closed, air conditioning and fans off
when she turned to get something and every single one slammed shut in unison.
These were the type of cupboards that opened all sorts of different ways and
weren't the type to simply be blown shut by anything. That was the first sign, but
we still moved in.
As we lived there, strange things were always happening... My mother, who is
acute to the paranormal, would always sense ghosts moving around, looking at
her, and the such... But they usually left her alone, so she found no real problem
with it. With me, however, one or two of them had taken a liking to me. From
what I remember, there was the man that played with me, and the little
disfigured CREATURE that would try to torment and scare me at night as it pulled
at my blankets and would glow orange. The man, however, always soothed me
and kept me calm.
I usually remember this man as either an outline or a full white figure that would
sit with me on my bedroom floor. The man had a slightly muscular form and I
knew he had a face, but I never saw his eyes... I could see his smile, though, and
that in itself always made me as happy as he seemed to be while playing with
me. He would stay with me as long as my mother didn't come into the room... As
soon as she did he would stand and go running through the wall, into the other
apartment. I would always go running after him and start pounding on the wall
yelling "Come back! Come back!". If my mom scared him off, he would stay in
the apartment beside us and throw a fit, tormenting the lady that lived there
until he found it safe to come and play with me again.
However, when my mom tried to ask this lady if anything weird went on in her
apartment the woman instantly got defensive and flat out bit her head off,
denying anything and everything my ghostly friend did.
The apartment was overcrowded... With us and at least over a hundred different
entities that always came and went and not all of them were good. That fact we
knew. Our cats, when we got a pregnant female that had kittens under my bed,
would stop in the middle of the floor and start hissing and scratching at either a
wall or thin air. Around that time was when my mom got a new boyfriend, my
little brother's dad, and she had a miscarriage. She gave me permission to tell
this, perhaps to let people know that there are evil entities that will hurt us, but
there are also good spirits that will protect us to the best of their ability as well.
My mom knew something was going wrong with the baby inside of her that
night... Not only was she in pain, but an evil spirit had chased her into the
bathroom. It was intent on hurting her, and it had found the way to do it through
my mom's pregnancy because it knew she had no way to fend it off in her
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wasn't planning on leaving her be anytime soon. However, what most likely
saved her life other than reaching the hospital was the gray figure that stood in
the bathroom doorway. This figure, as my mother came to find out later through
a photograph, was my brother's dad grandfather. From what she could tell, he
was keeping the evil spirit at bay and wasn't letting it anywhere near her. Mom
managed to get out of the apartment and into the car as he stayed by her... She
felt like passing out a few times, but each time she nearly did he would place a
hand on her to keep her awake. The evil thing still didn't give up... It followed her
to the hospital and into the Emergency Room but couldn't lay a hand on her as
long as my brother's Great Grandpa was there.
My mom's life was saved that night, but my unborn brother David didn't make
it... There was no way to save him, they said, and they were just barely able to
save my mom. I'd been excited about having a sibling so when I found out he
was gone I was distressed... My mom being depressed wasn't helping either,
since I easily picked up her emotions, but great grandpa stayed close to the both
of us after that and my mom got pregnant again shortly after.
As soon as she could, mom got a friend of hers to bless the apartment... What he
really ended up doing was talking to the spirits there and sending most of them
up to Heaven. What we found out after that was just how many evil entities we
had been living with thus far... 30 of them. Each one mad, each one mean, and
my mom was thankful that they had been moved on though she knew with living
in an apartment overlooking the Crematorium more ghosts would continue
coming in the apartment.
My ghost friend was still there, the little creature that had been there before
nowhere to be found, and as my other little brother was born he would play with
the both of us. Since he was still there, it was clear he wasn't evil so my mom
was fine with it.
A few years after living there, we ended up moving out... I miss the apartment
and my mom says she does sometimes as well. We've talked about going back to
the old place, just to see how whoever is living there is holding up and if my old
friend is still there. I wouldn't mind just popping in, standing in my old room with
a smile and letting him know I'm fine and haven't forgotten him or any of the
other ghostly residents of our old place. I'd also say hello to the new ones and let
them know that they don't have to linger.
Just thought I would share and a give big thank you to my mom for giving me the
details. I may post a few more of her experiences on here if she let's me.
We Helped Her Move On
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(8 stories) (9 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2010-03-09
Country: United States
State: Arizona
Paranormal Category: Apparitions / Voices / Touches

It all happened at the end of last month, late at night. My brother and I were
home alone, my mom having gone out to visit her boyfriend, and I was getting
ready for bed when he stopped me in the hall while saying he wanted to show
me something. Most of the lights in the house off, so it had something to do with
his toy light saber. After a moment I managed to get him to leave me alone so I
could go into my room, but as he walked to the end of the hall and towards the
living room he came running back down the hall to where I was, pale as a sheet.
"What's wrong?" I asked as he kept his eyes on the other end of the hall. "I saw
something in the kitchen," Was the reply I got, so I asked him what it looked like.
My brother, Drew, described a black figure with no particular gendered shape to
it that had a pair of red eyes. Now, my brother has a pretty wild imagination and
is always seeing all sorts of things, so I told him to wait outside my bedroom door
as I checked on something.
Once in my room I grabbed my pendulum and relaxed myself, asking it to show
me 'yes' and 'no' before it stopped and I asked if my brother was lying. I'm not a
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slightly surprised when the answer I got was 'no'. I asked if what my brother saw
was a ghost, the answer was 'yes' so I asked if it was a negative one... Another
'yes'.
My first thought to that was 'crap, something bad finally got into the house', but I
remained calm as I asked if whatever it was was still in the house, in the kitchen.
'Yes'.
I left my room while holding onto my pendulum, telling Drew what I'd just done
as I headed to the kitchen with him right behind. The living room light was on, so
I could see into the kitchen but I couldn't see the ghost at all. I asked the
pendulum if the ghost was still in the kitchen, got a 'yes', and then firmly stood
my ground.
"Whoever, or whatever you are, you are not welcome in this home. Leave!" After
my demand all was silent and still for a moment until I lifted my pendulum and
asked it if the ghost had gone. It had, but I had this certain uneasy feeling in my
stomach so I asked Drew to follow me to my room. We both sat on the bed as the
door closed and I started to as questions about the ghost, my pendulum giving
me the answers.
"Is the ghost in the house at all?" No. "Is it still on the property?" Yes. "Does it
wish to hurt us at all?" No. "Is it mad?" 'No'. At this point I got confused, because
instantly if I think of negative spirits, I think of something bad. Mentally beating
myself up for a moment for being so conclusive without knowing more facts, I
asked it the first negative emotion that came to my mind "Is the ghost sad?" The
reply I got was yes.
I paused in my session for a little regrouping, my brother dead silent beside me
as he watched me take in a breath and start to ask a few more questions.
"Is the ghost a man?" No. "So it's a woman?" Yes. "Does she want to move on, is
that why she came?" 'Yes'. I looked around my room as an idea suddenly struck
me; we have ghosts of our own... Maybe they wanted to help out.
So I asked "Are the ghosts naturally living on the property here in the room?" Yes.
"Do they want to help the woman?" 'Yes'. I got to thinking again and thought,
since my mom is a ghost medium, maybe there was something we could do...?
My pendulum started circling in the 'yes' motion and I made up my mind; we
were going to do everything we could to help her pass on. "Could one of you go
out and bring the woman back inside? We're willing to help as best we can." My
pendulum started moving in the yes motion as I turned to my brother and
smiled. I felt relaxed, better that I didn't let my assumption with her being evil
stick as she wandered the world with no help. "Are you alright with this? I'll see if
she's willing to stay here until mom comes back and then we can ask her what to
do." He nodded slightly; I could tell that a strange calmness had washed over
him as well. "Yeah, I just hope there's something we can do..." I told him not to
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just got colder." I only noticed it slightly, since my room has always been the
coldest one in the house, but I instantly got to work.
I apologized for being so pushy earlier and telling her she wasn't welcome
without knowing that she wanted help. After that I asked her if she was alright
with staying in my room and my room alone as we waited for my mom to come
home... The only conditions for us trying to help her move on. She was and I
started up another little question session.
We found out that she had been drawn to the house because of my brother's
positive energy and the fact that he reminded her of someone she knew; her
son. Drew had me ask if her son was still alive and the reply was 'yes' as I
suddenly got another idea.
"Hey Drew, would you be alright with her following you until mom got home?" He
gave me a slightly strange look but nodded his head. "I wouldn't mind." With that
I asked if she wanted to follow Drew, got a yes, and then had him set down the
ground rules he wanted. His only condition was this, "You can follow me, just
don't scare me."
After that I confirmed the ground rules once more and everything settled down
as Drew left my room and I went to bed after leaving a message on my mom's
cell phone about the situation. In the morning, as my mom came home, my
brother was sound asleep in bed while we talked it over. Surprisingly, though she
usually ignored the ghosts in our home, she was excited about everything. I
asked her if she sensed the woman after bringing her up to date and she said
she couldn't. The woman was either gone or she just wasn't sensing her... I got
curious and fetched my pendulum.
"Did the woman move on?" The answer... Was yes. I guess simply being around
my brother was enough for her because she was gone time morning. My brother
asked me about it when he woke up and I told him the news, but he was happy
to hear it. It was a rather exciting experience but just typing about it right now
has me as calm as I was on that night, after finding out the truth about her
wanting to move on and actually being able to help in some way.
Just thought I would share this experience with you all, since it now holds a deep
meaning to both my brother and myself.
Giggling Dolls
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(8 stories) (9 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2010-09-14
Country: United States
State: Arizona
Paranormal Category: Apparitions / Voices / Touches

This just started happening tonight, from what I can tell, but two identical
antique porcelain dolls that I keep on my bed have started giggling!
Before I go on, however, I want to tell you a little about how I got these dolls.
Both are most definitely older than I am. The first doll is Elizabeth, the one we
keep with her hair up, and was handed down to me by my mother to take care of.
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The second doll that I decided to name Victoria, however, I ended up finding in a
Goodwill with a 96 cent sticker in her hair not even a month ago. I was walking
down one of the isles and spotted a dress I recognized as the one the doll
Elizabeth had. I was pretty startled, to say the least (as was my mother), but I
bought her and brought her home.
Until that point in time, Elizabeth had been in a box in the closet so nothing bad
would happen to her. When I got home with the new doll Victoria, however, I took
Elizabeth out of the closet and the two dolls have been on my bed, propped up
together against one of the pillows ever since. As for the giggling, everything has
been silent up until tonight...
I was preparing to take a shower when I walked passed my bedroom and
something caught my attention; a rather soft noise. Stopping, I leaned in from
the doorway and listened closely to hear what sounded like two young girls
giggling about what might be an inside joke or something amusing to them. It
kind of sent a shiver up my spine, but I ignored it and instead told my mother.
Once she knew what I'd heard, I took my shower... Only to come back out with
my little brother freaking out about the hall light staying on.
Apparently, the girls started giggling as he passed my bedroom doorway on the
way to tell my mom goodnight!
White Man In The Bushes
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(8 stories) (9 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2011-11-15
Country: United States
State: Arizona
Paranormal Category: Non Human Entities

I encountered this entity quite a few months ago, close to the beginning of the
month while walking my dog, but the experience stays fresh in my mind no
matter how many days come to pass for it still leaves me uneasy.
It was on a clear night with a full moon that I decided to take my dog on a walk
due to not being able to fall back asleep. I pulled on a simple jacket to keep me
warm in my shirt and pyjama pants, let my dog out of her kennel to clip on her
leash, and left my home quietly as my family slept. It was in the early morning
hours that I had woken up, but it wasn't the first time so this was a somewhat
normal occurrence for me at that point. I thought that it was just going to be a
simple walk down the street to the mailbox and back...Boy, was I wrong.
It was silent as I made my way down our dirt road; not even the birds were
making noises in the trees as I walked past and would have normally woken
them up. My dog Tess would let out an uneasy whine every now and again, but I
just took it as her being the scaredy-dog she was and probably was whining
about her own shadow.
As we neared the end of the street, only about ten or so feet away from the
mailbox, she suddenly started moving in closer to me and I felt my vision
almost... Vibrate as I turned my head due to suddenly feeling like something was
pressing down on me while a loud buzzing filled me head. I don't know why, for it
was sort of instantaneous with the sudden buzzing and pressure I was feeling in
my head, but I glanced to the side and saw something standing in the bushes on
the side of the road. It looked like a man, and yet...not. It had no clothes on, and
was tall with rather long limbs and sickly white skin that just the sight alone
almost made me want to throw up. The thing's face is what scared me the most,
I believe, for it had no nose but piercing yellow eyes and a leering grin of a smile
on its wide mouth that looked like it almost split from ear to ear, though not
quite. Other than these features and its body shape, there was nothing else to
identify it as male, not that I really had time to double check as it disappeared
and the pressure and buzzing noise went away.
Once it did, I could hear Tess freaking out as she tried to slip out of her leash
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with her following, then running ahead. Once I was home and in my room, I
instantly jumped back into bed and pulled the blankets over my head to feel safe
again as I realized just how much that thing had scared me.
To this day I don't know what I saw, nor have I seen it again, but thinking back on
my experience... I don't think I want to.
Incubus Or Something Else? Please Help
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By EternalLotus
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(8 stories) (9 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2012-03-19
Country: United States
State: Arizona
Paranormal Category: Succubus / Incubus / Sexual Ghosts

I don't really know how to describe what's been interacting with me for the past
two nights now, or if it is an Incubus of some sort due to its behavior differing
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of you and see if you could help me. I'm not scared or feeling threatened, but I
am worried about what could happen if this entity really IS an Incubus...
I'm pretty confused and worked up right now though, so please forgive me if this
seems like rambling. I swear on my life that this is true, though.
Before I get to how this... Thing is behaving when encountering me, I've been
thinking on how a few aspects may be either contributing to what is going on or
is simply coincidence.
First of all, I've just recently started to see and accept the fact that I appear to be
empathetic to a certain level, along with my mother (who I seem to be most
empathetic toward). Unfortunately, along with this realization came another that
I may have been mentally unstable and needed help. Getting said help, I was
tentatively diagnosed with depression and a bipolar disorder last year and have
set on getting better.
Now, I explain this to help you understand my second 'might contribute' aspect.
I'm a very shy and withdrawn individual when it comes to leaving my home, but
was encouraged by my therapist to go out and socialize some more. I spent a
weekend at my friend's sister's home in Tombstone at first to test the waters.
Feeling good about my first little outing, I decided to do it again last week during
my spring break; I stayed from Friday to Tuesday night. During my stay, I talked
to my friend about getting into the Wiccan religion as we rearranged her new
(and first) apartment. Being Wiccan herself, she highly recommended it given my
personality and interest toward it and explained a few things that I was curious
about (such as patron deities). When I got back home, things seemed perfectly
fine... Or so I thought.
A part of the pendant housing the spirit of my stubborn little Psi Vamp Chazzar
broke as I was giving him a goodnight kiss about three nights ago. Being just the
part that helped it hang from the chain and not the stone itself, I wasn't TOO
worried and simply had to change the suede chord to a thin piece of blue ribbon
before crawling back into bed. Nothing other than that happened that night.
The next evening I found myself browsing a list of different Pagan deities and
what they represented, a few names and aspects jumping out at me, but nothing
out of the normal until I crawled into bed. I lay there for a few moments, trying to
contact an animal spirit (though he would appear in a human form to me) that
called himself Sangual, who I had turned to on and off for a couple of years for
spiritual comfort. Whenever I was with him and in his presence, I would always
get chills up my spine (a common thing I feel when something is around me)
from what I always felt was sheer power. This time however, I felt nothing; I was
just standing alone beside the lakeside in my mind.
It was crippling to me in a way, and I remember a sudden feeling of desperation
washing over me right before I started calling out to him in my mind. I kept
calling out his name, begging him to not leave and to come back, saying that I
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to cheer me up, I was close to tears when I opened my eyes once more. That's
when it started.
I remember a similar, though much stronger chill shoot up my spine in such a
violent way that my back immediately snapped up into and arch. Nothing was
touching me at all, but my body began to go through the motions of what I can
only describe as intercourse though I'm still a virgin. My body kept arching and
squirming, hips jolting uncontrollably from slow paces, pausing before starting up
again at a faster pace or simply going from slow to fast without any pause. All
the while my breathing had become increasingly labored and I soon found myself
tensed and holding my breath as if I had climaxed, though it felt more like I'd
been teased right to the edge before this thing stopped in an attempt to leave
me unfulfilled and frustrated. This happened twice on the first night, leaving me
exhausted and drained enough for to fall asleep with ease after texting my friend
about the incident. The only reply I got from her was that my spiritual partner
was an ass, and we left it at that.
Then last night I was watching some show with my mom (well, she seemed more
intent of falling asleep during it), when I felt a soft chill shoot up my spine right
before my hips jerked; whatever it was, was happening to me again and I wasn't
even alone this time.
I felt as if I was being teased again slowly, the image of a hand against my most
private of places flashing in my mind though I wasn't actually being TOUCHED by
anything. I tried to be nonchalant about things so my mother wouldn't notice
anything, crossing my legs while stating in my mind that whatever it was
couldn't do that sort of thing to me while I wasn't alone in my room. Things
seemed to stop after that long enough for me to text my Wiccan friend about it
again. She suggested that it sounded like an Incubus and I should burn some
sage to get rid of it, to which I said I'd think about it if things continued to
escalate before something at the back of my mind convinced me to allow a little
teasing if kept to a minimum. Without even thinking, I had spread my legs and
my hips began to jolt again every now and again, only not that noticeably.
I excused myself to the restroom once the show was over, where whatever this
thing is decided that it didn't want to wait any longer. I was forced to lean over
the back of the toilet as nearly all strength left me and my hips started jolting
violently once more, as they had the night before. It took what little energy I had
at the moment to keep from falling to the floor until it was done with me. Once
again it didn't feel as if I had reached a climax, but for some unknown reason I
allowed this thing to have its way with me once more when I was back in my
room and alone. As before, my body reacted as if it was being pleasured though I
felt nothing physically touching me other than my pajamas.
At some point during the end of this... Last round, something compelled me to
tell the thing that it could stay as long as it behaved itself and didn't constantly
harass me. I didn't seem to get a response as I got up and went to do some
things on my computer once my body was allowed to calm down. I quickly
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and the thought of it being an Incubus entered my mind. I vaguely remember
barely being able to say "stop draining/sucking my energy" aloud before
something clicked and I found myself feeling perfectly fine and energized, albeit
slightly tired as I continued with my work.
That is all that has happened so far these past two nights, though I'm getting the
odd chill up the spine as I sit here and write this. I honestly don't know what to
make of this thing though, and that scares me a little since I have no idea what
I'm dealing with. If it is an Incubus, why hasn't it been forceful like in so many
other accounts of Incubi attacks?
Could it simply be something I accidentally brought back with me from
Tombstone, or even some kind of mischievous deity trying to get my attention
and coax me into the religious transition I'm thinking of making? Any theories,
and I mean ANY theories you have would be a huge help. I need to know what
this is, and maybe if that question is answered then I'll know why it decided to
stick to me.
Can See And Sense Them Now
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(8 stories) (9 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2014-03-17
Country: United States
State: Arizona
Paranormal Category: Apparitions / Voices / Touches

I know I haven't posted anything in a couple of years, but aside from a little girl's
voice singing my name as clear as day at the end of the hall when there was no
one there, our animals watching things that I can't see, and apparently Donnie
(the 'possessed teddy bear' I've already posted a story about) telling people to
get out of my room, things have quieted down around our home for the most
part.
My recent experiences, however, haven't exactly been in or anywhere near my
house. There hasn't been physical contact from any spirits, but I've actually been
starting to see and sense them more from time to time. It doesn't shock me,
seeing as the women in my family are sensitive to the spirit world; especially my
mother.
I myself wasn't noticing it at first over the months, simply going about normally
out in public with family or friends. That didn't last long though, and I think I first
truly realized that some of the people I acknowledged were around me weren't
alive at the time when I would catch a glance of someone and turn to watch
them go by only to realize that there was no one there or even close by. I don't
usually make eye contact with people when I'm out but I still try to keep track of
what's going on around me, so it wasn't hard for me to not notice it sooner.
This really kicked up for me after my mother, grandmother, and me decided to
spend a night in the Copper Queen Hotel in Bisbee. I live a little over an hour
away from there, but it was still a nice break and I was excited to see if anything
would happen.
I used the elevator to get up, and even though it was big enough for me and I
had gone inside alone, I still felt that need for personal space I usually have when
around people I don't know and sort of went into auto pilot. I stayed on the side
of the elevator that was directly in front of the door, leaning forward and
carefully moving my arm over to press the button to the second floor like I was
trying not to bump into someone standing near the buttons. Mom told me later,
out of earshot of my grandmother, that there was actually the spirit of a bellboy
that was in the elevator. I chalked my behavior up to that and asked her about
what else she sensed. Aside from a little girl and either her mother or nanny on
the stairs leading to the second floor, she said that there wasn't much.
I'll admit that nothing too big happened while we were there. Mom and I joked
that it was because my grandmother was there with us and her constant output
of negativity and habit of draining the people around her had scared them off,
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That night, I couldn't sleep. It wasn't because I was uneasy, but I just couldn't
settle enough to sleep or stay asleep for long, and I soon resigned myself to
grabbing a book I had brought with me and leaving our room to read out on one
of the chairs that were set up on our floor next to a sofa. It was pretty quiet for a
while, and I started to feel that someone was watching me.
I lifted my head and glanced over to the stairs that led to the third floor where I
almost wanted to say someone was crouched down and watching me through
the banister, though didn't really see anything with my eyes and simply turned
back to my book. The presence on the small staircase watching me silently didn't
go away for some time, but I didn't feel threatened and continued to read my
book. I was still thinking about what or who was there that was so interested in a
girl reading by herself, and I almost wanted to say it was a little kid, a boy even,
but it didn't quite feel like a child to me. My mother later explained to me when I
told her about it that the spirits of children that have been around for a long time
never feel fully like a child after a while because even in the afterlife they've
seen too much.
Anyway, the rest of the stay was pretty much lacking paranormal experiences for
us (which I cannot say the same for the poor man on the third floor whose dog
ran out barking up a storm and utterly refused to come back into the hotel), but
as I said it was after our stay there that I started to take better notice of things
around me.
My mother and I were driving through a Home Depot parking lot some time after
noon a month or so after we had been at the Copper Queen and I was drowning
in the music on the radio when I glanced out of the window. I remember seeing a
tall lanky older man with an old farmer's cap on his head and what looked like
maybe a faded denim jacket not quite from the corner of my eye but just a
passing glance. It occurred to me a second after I saw him that he was close
enough that mom was about to hit him with the side of our truck and I darted my
head back towards the window while opening my mouth to tell her to stop when
my voice died in my throat.
There was no one there or even anywhere on that side of the parking lot, and I
immediately told mom seeing as it was just us in the truck. She simply
responded with something along the lines of him having his weekend walk to the
store for some tools or the like and we left it at that.
The next time I really registered someone there that wasn't was at night in a
Circle K parking lot. We had just pulled up and I saw a figure, male I think, with
long wavy hair in a t-shirt and shorts sort of jog up the side of the front of our
truck and hop up onto the sidewalk. My gaze followed him not even for a second,
his form transparent almost like a visual echo, and as his form went about three
feet he was gone right where the headlight on my side was. Once again, I
mentioned it to my mother and she said what I saw had more than likely been
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The third and final major of my sightings happened when my mother and I were
trying to find a feed store in Benson. We managed to locate it, but it was directly
behind a large and derelict building. We both immediately felt uneasy before we
even drove onto the property, and she stopped the car saying that she really
didn't want to go in there. I agreed, and after a few moments I could see in my
mind that there was a black figure standing in front of one of the boarded up
entrances. I didn't get the chance to mention it as my mother put the care in
reverse and we quickly drove back the way we came.
She told me she hadn't wanted to go onto the property because it didn't feel
right, and I took the chance to tell her about the black figure I sensed that I felt
was standing in front of the building, watching us closely, and didn't seem too
pleased about things. She told me that she did see someone where I sensed the
black figure, but what she saw was an old farmer type male 'waiting for
customers'. Still, both of us agreed not to go back there and haven't since.
After that, I haven't really been sensing or seeing things much, but it may just
seem that way for me because my depression came back pretty badly and I'm
just getting out of it. I just thought I'd share with all of you what's been going on,
though.
Christmas Spirit
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(2 stories) (0 posts) (the author is a middle age adult)
Date: 2014-07-23
Country: United Kingdom
Paranormal Category: Apparitions / Voices / Touches

This incident occurred in 2004, two days before Christmas. My daughter (aged
12) came to visit and noticed that I still had not delivered my Christmas cards.
She was laughing and joking stating that my neighbours would give me wrong
for leaving it so late and I was saying, "Only if they catch us delivering them!"
It was a cold miserable night and the melting snow was making conditions very
slippery so we walked slowly and carefully, which gave my daughter the
impression that we were sneaking into peoples' yards (much to her hilarity).
At yard number 3, I could see my neighbour through his living room window,
sitting in his chair. My daughter was struggling to keep her laugh in as we crept
down his yard. I lifted his letterbox flap without making a sound as my daughter
rested her chin on the windowsill, watching in hope that he would discover us.
We didn't even turn around to exit the yard, just walked backwards whilst
watching intently in case we got discovered.
We had completed most of our deliveries when I bumped into a friend and she
asked what we were doing out so late. She said not to deliver a card to number 3
because JW (name withheld) had died last night. Both my daughter and I
informed my friend that we had just seen the gentleman in question so her
information was wrong. To our horror, another neighbour confirmed that the
gentleman had indeed died and this put doubts into what we saw earlier that
evening.
My daughter was not frightened, but was desperate to return to the gentleman's
house for another look. When we got there later that evening, the light was still
on in the living room, but the chair and house were deserted. My daughter and I
questioned each other over the night's events but, as we both had known the
gentleman for many years, we satisfied ourselves that it was him that we had
seen.
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By mystseeker15
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(2 stories) (13 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2012-04-30
Country: Philippines
Paranormal Category: Apparitions / Voices / Touches

Since I was a child, I always want to experience paranormal occurrence. Here in
the Philippines, it is part of our culture about ghost and otherworldly beings
("lamang lupa and the likes") to be discussed by others who experienced "it" and
the curious ones. I was raised here in Bataan and in my exact municipality with
large population, numerous ghost stories matches with them.
Proceeding with my experience (which is my first experience to see them
happened on my second year of high school), my classmate came knocking at
our house and said that she would want to lend my notes because of her
absence yesterday. I gladly lent her my notebook and decided to accompany her
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On our way, I met one of my friends and asked him to accompany me so that I
have someone to walk with on my way home.
On our way home after accompanying my classmate, we talked about events. As
we got closer to our house (which is in front of an unoccupied unfinished three
story house), I got sight of a girl, I think 5-years-old wearing a somewhat faded
red simple dress with flowers printed on it, passing in front of us meters away
and I think heading towards our doghouse. I didn't see her face since her head
was bowing downward. I thought she was a normal kid so I ignored her and
continued talking with my friend. As we got near our doghouse, I look around to
search for the kid because I'm concerned that she might get bitten by our dog.
But to my surprise, there was no sign of any person there. Our dog is also silently
sleeping inside. There is also no way that kid can exit that area. I automatically
asked my friend if he saw a kid girl walking towards our doghouse since he was
with me at that time when I saw her. I also even thought he also saw her
because the street was empty except us and the kid. But he said, "Ha? Wala
naman. Bakit? Hala! May multo sa inyo." ("What? Nope. Why? Oh, there's a ghost
in your house.") He laughed at me, trying to scare me and I was still wondering
what is it that I saw.
My friend and I parted ways and, still wondering about that kid, I realize that the
kid came from the unfinished house in front of ours, which is unoccupied for a
year. How come that she comes from there since it was too dark at that
unfinished house and not usual for a kid to walk around at late night? Is she a
lost soul?
Sorry if I'm not that good at English language and it is also my first time to see
ghost and my first entry here. I'm 18-years-old and still studying. I'm happy that I
can share my personal experiences here. Thanks.
Yet Another Lost Soul
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By mystseeker15
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(2 stories) (13 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2012-04-30
Country: Philippines
Paranormal Category: Apparitions / Voices / Touches

All of us know that death comes unexpected. Some of those who died has
unfinished business. Some of them don't know that they are already dead. Some
are just hanging around and some are searching the place where they can be in
peace. Lost Soul. This is my second ghost sight experience in my high school
days. I don't guarantee that my second experience would scare the hell out of
you since it was like my first experience (Child in Red) because I'm just telling
what really happened.
My friends and I used to watch events especially if there is a feast. That night, I
think I'm sick. I mean, I'm having a fever. I don't really feel well. In a minute, my
friends call out to me and said that were about to leave. I try to ignore what I feel
and go out with them. We were about to pass the bridge leading to a farm
("bukid") because that is the easy way to go the event. As we walk I suddenly
feel more uncomfortable. My friends are chatting and laughing while I stay silent.
We were about to turn path when I caught sight of a man, somewhat in his mid60's wearing Barong Tagalog and black formal pants or may I say it's something
like that since it was dark already and I can't clearly see if that really is a pants. I
couldn't clearly see his face. Maybe because it's dark already or I don't feel well,
that I thought he has no feet or I may say he was floating. I look at my friends to
ask if they see what I saw but they were so busy chatting. I decided not to ask
them because they might not believe me. I turn to look at the man again but it
was gone. I told my friends that I'm not feeling well and one of my friends
touches my forehead. I know that it was a lost soul. They said that it was good
for me to just rest at home so I decided to walk home alone since it was not that
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As I pass the bridge again, I felt a cold wind rushing around me. I thought I was
going to faint because of the fear and fever overcoming me. Thanks to the man
riding a bicycle because the cold wind was gone just when he passed the bridge
with me. I went home safely and puzzled by that incident while I lay on my bed.
Still I'm very sorry if I have some grammatical error since it was on the guidelines
to check carefully. Thanks for reading.
My Story, a Personal Haunt
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(1 stories) (4 posts) (the author is a middle age adult)
Date: 2008-05-12
Country: United States
State: Massachusetts
Paranormal Category: A Haunted Life

Boston Massachusetts. March 11, 1960. I was 3 months old and I was dead. I had
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at the time and was almost instantly resuscitated. Long Beach California, same
day March 11, 1960 my 19 year old Birth father "Freddy" had skidded into an
oncoming car on his motorcycle and was killed instantly. We died within an hour
of each other. This is where it all ended and where it all began. For both of us.
(Neither Freddy or my birth mother ever had custody of me, I was adopted at
birth and raised by a family unrelated to me by blood but still the only family I
have ever known) My first memory of any paranormal experience was in my
grandparents beach house.
It all began at age 5 maybe even younger. The beach house had a lovely old
staircase, it was painted and polished and always well lit. So...
There was no obvious reason for the terror I felt every time that I had to climb
them! I was never able take those stairs in a normal or dignified manner until I
was well into my teens. It seemed that by the time I got to the 2nd step I'd just
be overwhelmed with an intense urge to run and run fast! One day I was running
up that staircase so fast that I didn't see my grandmother and accidentally ran
into her, she bellowed at me "you take those stairs like the devil himself was
chasing you!" at the time it seemed an adequate description.
This "staircase" phenomena continued well into my thirties but only when I was
alone in the house. This same house gave me an overpowering urge to try and
move things with my mind, but I was always afraid to actually try it, (or put my
mind to it) just in case it might work!
Later on when in my early 20's a friend from the city stayed overnight at the
beach house with me. We had spent a Saturday morning with my young
daughter watching cartoons. When it came time to get ready for the day my
friend went halfway up the living room stairs when she stopped suddenly. She
looked at her pocket book which she had forgotten at the foot of stairs and she
kind of smiled, then she said "do you ever feel like you can move things with
your mind when you are in this house?"
I realized right then that I was not the only one who got "feelings" from the
beach house. (I've heard that this old friend of mine is now a working
medium/psychic) Built by my grandfather and used just as a summer cottage for
many years. The beach house was always packed to its human capacity every
summer night from the early 20's until the mid 60's (when it was renovated and
winterized and became their private home). During the beach house glory days,
my grandparents rented out rooms to random circus acts who performed at the
nearby amusement park. Poker games were played late into the night. Laughter
and music abound until the wee morning hours.
As far as I know though, only my grandfather has actually died in the house.
(from the natural causes of old age)
In the late 80's my 9 year old daughter and I began living, on a more permanent
basis, at my (since deceased) grandparents beach house. I had broken my ankle
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Before taking a shower that evening I had sent my daughter downstairs to make
us a couple of PB&J sandwiches for us to snack on while watching tv in my
bedroom before bed.
My bedroom had once been my grandfathers room but he had died 2 years
earlier. My parents had inherited the house and had completely refurbished it
after gramps had passed. Tearing out all the walls and putting in new insulation
and new windows. The furniture was also all brand new.
So there really was no explanation for what happened next.
I came out of the shower, limped into my bedroom, and was instantly surrounded
by an intense odor of my grandfather! He used Aqua Velva but it wasn't just the
smell of the aftershave, it was the way HE smelled wearing it! His own personal
order was permeating the room!
I was instantly horrified, I couldn't breathe or move and I was rooted to that one
spot as if glued into place! Worse yet I could hear my little daughter coming up
the stairs and heading right for that very room! The last thing I wanted to do was
to scare my child, but I just could not, for the life of me, summon up enough
strength to so much as bat an eyelash! I tried to force my frozen face into smile
as I saw her approaching, I knew how frightened she would be if she saw that I
was afraid! It didn't matter.
She took one step into the room and the plate of sandwiches went flying up into
the air as she screamed out loud "GRANPAPA" she flew out of that room at the
very same moment I was released from my trap and able to follow her down the
stairs hopping all the way! I actually bum bumped down the entire flight of stairs
so fast that my rump hurt for weeks afterwards!
I called my big brother who worked right down the street at a local corner store,
he came home right away but the smell was gone by the time he got there. I
spent that night in my daughters bedroom and the next day I switched to
another bedroom... For good.
Skip ahead two years... Same beach house. I was sitting in my recliner chair
watching tv it was about 9 pm. Stretched out on the carpet at my feet was my
ex-boyfriend also watching tv. All of a sudden he was in some sort of distress! He
was desperately trying to move his body but it was obvious that something was
holding him down! I could actually see an impression on his shirt while hanging
above him was a dark wispy cloud!
I watched all of this as if I were in a trance, I didn't think or feel anything. I didn't
make a move to help him, I just sat there as he continued to struggle, watching
him as he grunted and writhed desperately fighting to move!
This was a man who had recently moved my Moms refrigerator up two flights of
stairs all by himself and now he couldn't muster the strength to get up off the
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I have no idea how long this all lasted. But it seemed that just as suddenly he
was free again, we both watched the dark shadowy cloud move toward the front
door and disappear. When the cloud had disappeared we turned our heads in
unison and continued watching the T.V., without saying a word, as if it had never
happened!
A few weeks later while eating in a restaurant, as if on cue, we both remembered
what had happened and then talked about it at great length. The fact that we
both forgot about it for so long makes me wonder what other paranormal events
have been erased from our memories over time?
A year later at the same house, late at night, I was in the living room alone, my
daughter tucked in asleep upstairs, when several cars with lights on and music
playing pulled up right outside the house.
I listened and cussed as I realized that a bunch of my buddies must be stopping
by for a little late night party at my house and I wasn't going to be happy about it
if they woke up my daughter!
As I was getting up and going to the front door I heard all the car doors closing
maybe 4 or 5 cars I could tell they were all drunk by their laughter and the songs
that they were singing (why else would my friends, the LED ZEPPLIN kids of the
1970's be singing "how much is that doggy in the window"?).
They moved across the porch and then opened up the outside screen door just
as I threw open the inside door to reveal... You guessed it! Nothing and nobody
there, just a shock of cold air on a hot summer night.
This happened to me 3 or 4 times after the original incident but I was always
alone. Years later my daughter told me that she had heard people out on the
porch partying and when she looked outside of course there was nobody there!
She had also heard crying from the upstairs bathroom on many occasions when
she had been small, she said she "just knew that it was my grandmother crying"
My daughter was only 3 when Nana died and in no way could have remembered
her.
I had two major experiences when I was 17. One of these experiences was my
one and only full bodied apparition sighting ever. My first experience that year
was shortly after my friends boyfriend died. He had been the only one involved in
a drunk driving accident.
Only a few days later and my friend, still hugely distraught, sat at my kitchen
table and cried out for her dead boyfriend to hear her! She then proceeded to tell
him how much she loved him and would miss him and that she forgave him. I
nearly fainted dead away as soon as she had finished speaking, I had never felt
so cold, or lost and out of control in all my life! Suddenly six stacked dishes just
flew off the shelf behind us! And just like that I instantly felt better.
Later that year I was home on a Saturday night with my little baby. A few of my
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town. Shortly after last call at the bar, when I was nearly asleep at home, one of
my friends called and said her car wouldn't start and would I come and get them
all in my car please?
Believe me, I wasn't feeling it, but of course I got dressed, left my baby with my
mom and went to pick up my girls. When I got to the bar it was closed and my
three semi drunken friends were in the parking lot surrounded by, and partying
with about 20, maybe more biker dudes! I wasn't very happy about this, I was
tired and I wanted to get back home to my baby!
But I got out of my car and went toward the large group all the while yelling at
my friends to get in my car now! As I got nearer to the group I heard a noise to
my right and turned to see a State Trooper standing about 5 ft away from me.
He had on a different kind of state cop uniform than I'd ever seen before, but all I
really needed to know was the he was a cop, in the back of mind I guess I figured
that they must have gotten new uniforms. I didn't have to turn my head very far
from the trooper to look at my friends, so I still had him in my peripherals. I
remember saying something to my friends like "great! Now look at what you've
done! The cops are here" as I was saying this the cop started to move from my
sight so I turned my head toward him but just as I did POOF he was gone! Just
like that! I learned later that the uniform was actually a 1950's style uniform. As I
look back I remember thinking at the time that he was wearing knee high black
boots. But now whenever I think of that moment I am not so sure that there was
anything at all below his knees!
I never told anyone about this for a very long time. The people who were present
were too loud and never heard me tell them the cops were there.
Years later, while in my late twenties, I married and moved away from the Beach
House.
My husband is a no nonsense reality based sort of bloke wasn't (and still isn't)
into the paranormal thing. He tells me that he will spend enough time convening
with the dead when he joins them. I can't dispute his logic there.
And I couldn't deny my instincts either. But this being a solid marriage that has
stood the test of time, we managed to work out the differences.
During the early days of our marriage, though, the paranormal rarely ever came
up and I never shared with him the experiences that I had. Although I did have a
few worth mentioning.
Two of which happened while I was sleeping. So even though my heart and mind
tell me that these things were real and that I was actually awake at the time, I
could never prove it to anyone else. As evidence these incidences would have to
be rejected... But I know differently.
In May of 1994 I had finally decided to look up my birth father "Freddy" I had met
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not very much. I found myself as a product of one night fling with not much info
to go on. Now that my daughter was getting older I decided to look into him, of
course I knew by then that he had died tragically at a very young age.
First I went to Freddy's old high school where I had gotten some black and white
photos of him, I had even located a cousin who had lived with Freddy's family as
a child. So I was well into getting to "know" to a limited extent of course, the
man who had made me.
During this time I had what YOU might call a "dream", but what I call a stunning
and wonderful reality.
I don't remember what day it was but it was early summer around 3 am or so.
I was awakened by a bright light emanating from the middle of my oversized
bedroom (what was once a 3 bedroom upstairs was now just one huge room) As
the light began to fade an image began to emerge and then become more clear.
I could see that it was a young man. A young man in jeans and a black leather
jacket with a shock of red hair that he kept slicked back. His eyes were the blue
of the ocean, his smile was shy and wide. I did not hesitate, not even for a
moment, when he beckoned for me to come closer.
Yes, I knew right away that this young man was Freddy. I was lying in my bed
looking right at him and he was as real as you or me, just standing there waiting
for me to cross the room.
I was 34 years old.
I had no fear as I gleefully hopped up and out of bed to go to him. When I hit the
floor I felt younger, more alive, I felt like I had when I was in my twenties, As I
continued to walk toward him I became aware that suddenly I was a teenager
again, and then a young child about 8 years old, As I reached him I realized that I
was now only a very young child, of 3 or maybe 4.
I stood before him and reached my arms up to him I was now only about as tall
as his waist. He bent down and lovingly gathered me up in his arms and then he
began to turn slowly. As he turned I felt myself getting smaller in his arms. I
become younger, smaller, a toddler perhaps. When he completed the turn,
though, I was a new born... An infant again.
Freddy cuddled me in his arms as we gazed lovingly at each other, blue eyes to
blue eyes soaking up the love that we had never known. And yes I knew that I
was now an infant. I was aware of it all. Everything as it was happening not a
dream but so far out of reality...
It seemed like we stayed like that for hours locked into each other eyes, at the
same time it I know it could only have been moments. Then Slowly he began to
turn again in the opposite direction, and as he did I began to get bigger and older
again. I felt so sad! I became frightened I didn't want to leave him! But he held
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When he let me down from his arms I was just 4 years old again. He then had to
give me a gentle push to make me walk back towards my bed, I just didn't want
to lose him again! But I went and as I was walking I began to age again I was 13,
then 15, 20, then 25. I got back into bed, and pulled the blankets over my head
once again I was a 34 year old and I was crying.
I woke up crying. Could I really have had such an imaginative dream? Or did
Freddy really return to me, fueled by my sudden interest in him? Was this his way
of telling me that he had been with me my entire life? I wish I knew. I do know
one thing. If it was a dream it has never faded as dreams do. I hold dearly every
moment of the entire experience as if it just happened yesterday.
The very next day I went to visit Freddy's grave for the first time. A huge old
cemetery about 10 miles from my home I had never been there before. I went
right to Freddy's grave. Right to it with no help at all. I had never done anything
like that before but I do believe that given the right situation, I could maybe do it
again.
April 22, 1996 around 1 am. I was so sick with allergies and bronchitis that I had
been asleep for about 13 hours. Suddenly I sat straight up as I felt the (air, wind,
presence? I don't know what) come rushing at me. I felt my MOM in a rush of the
moment, she was in front of me and I was with her. And then she was in me and I
became her (feeling thinking smelling knowing ALL that was my mother) and
then she was gone. I laid back down just as my husband asked "what is it? What
was that?" and I calmly replied "my mother just died" and I rolled over and went
back to sleep.
Of course it's true. She really did die at that moment. But why hadn't I woken up
and ran downstairs and called someone? Why did I just roll over without doing
anything? And what about my husband? Why wasn't he startled awake by my
frightening words? We simply went back to sleep! Maybe my mind was rejecting
what it had just been through. Or maybe it had been exhausted by the
experience. It was just so real.
My mother went right through me and although I can never prove it I know that it
really happened. A special moment between body and soul that will never be
forgotten. I was left knowing that I wasn't saying goodbye, I was saying so long
and see you soon. I was left with the absolute knowledge of her love for me from
the inside out!
The next 10 years, leading up to our moving into the haunted house in Salem,
were pretty uneventful. I did receive 3 phone calls from people who had recently
passed. I know that sounds nuts but it really happened. The first call was in 96
shortly after my mom died.
I got home from work and there was a call from an old friend on my caller ID
from 5 am that morning. I couldn't imagine why he had called after so many
years of not talking or even seeing each other. But soon the phone rang again
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but got no response. I forgot all about it until a few days later when I learned he
had passed. He had died the night BEFORE he called me. He died in his home
around 11pm and was discovered the next night a 6pm. Calculations say he was
alone, unfounded and dead in his bed from a drug overdose, when he called me.
One year later a similar story another dear departed old friend calling me from
his home (according to my caller ID) moments after he died in the hospital from
a post surgical complication.
In 2003 my own dear brother passed in his sleep at the age of 54. His heart
simply gave out. It was so unexpected that we were all just in a fog, emotionally
crushed, hurting and totally out of sorts.
My brother had worked at the same corner store/ restaurant for several years.
Within hours after his death my brothers boss started calling me. My caller ID
gave the phone and the name of the restaurant it read simply Smitty's corner
PAY PHONE with the phone #. He continued to call me over and over for the next
two days but I just couldn't answer, I was buried in my grief and didn't want to
talk to anyone except my family.
It was almost a week later when my daughter and I went to Smitty's corner for a
memorial to celebrate my brothers life. I had just glanced at my brothers boss
when it suddenly struck me! There was no reason for him to be calling me from
the outside payphone! He would of called from inside the store, or his cell phone
or home phone, but not the pay phone!
And why would he call so many times over and over when he knew we were
grieving? I just knew at that very moment that it had been my brother! Sure
enough when I got home the caller ID said Smitty's corner again. It was the last
time he ever called and to this day I regret not taking any of those calls!
I chalk up those phone calls as a pre cursor to my ability to catch evp so easily
now. Am I a medium, a sensitive or psychic? I have no idea and I am not sure if I
am willing to find out... yet.
My husband and I moved to Salem from the south shore of MA in October 05. The
reason we moved up country was to make an easier commute for my husband.
We soon found a lovely little cottage right across the street from a small lake, we
fell in love and agreed to buy the little house the first time we saw it.
Right off I loved our little home by the lake. It had been recently renovated so
everything was new and gleaming. Before I moved in I spent several days there
with my husband putting up shelves pictures and curtains. I never sensed or felt
anything that seemed strange to me during those days shortly before moving in.
When moving day came my (now adult) daughter was a big help. This was her
first time seeing the place and I couldn't wait for her to see how close it was to
the lake. She has always loved to swim and sunbathe so I just knew she was
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Well...she didn't. She hated it and I saw it in her eyes the minute she got inside.
She kept trying to tell me "it's nice Ma, you are going to like it here" but her eyes
did not agree with what her lips were saying.
Later my husband told me that she had complained that the house had a terrible
odor all through it. She couldn't understand why nobody else could smell it? A
year later she admitted to me that her first time in the house made her feel like
she needed to run out of there, go home and "wash the creepy off".
I wish she had told me how she felt. But I understand why she didn't. We had
never lived so far apart before (about an hour and 1/2) and we missed each
other like crazy. Ok, so we did talk on the phone 1-4 times a day but it was not
the same as actually being together.
My daughter is my heart. We are very close and we love each other dearly. When
she would visit us she would normally stay a few days or more if her work
schedule permitted. So she did stay over night on and off over the next year.
Even though we didn't seem to be getting along so well a that time, I would
gleefully wait for her return to the little cottage but unfortunately whenever she
did come back...
She would be a monster! From the moment she stepped into that house until the
end of her stay. (when I was rushing her out the door) She was very badtempered and constantly trying to pick fights! She would then go home and call
me and thank me telling me she had a great time and how grateful she was for
my cooking and my love... And that she was sorry for being in such a bad mood.
She would sound, again, like the sweetheart she really is.
I blamed her moody behavior on my moving away and all was forgiven and
forgotten.
The very day I moved into the cottage I started to smell a terrible odor. For the
life of me I could never understand why I hadn't smelled it before moving in?
The stench seemed to come out of everywhere, the walls the floors the ceilings.
It was intensely strong and nasty but would only last for a few minutes making it
impossible to find the exact source of it. Yet we would smell it often. It wasn't a
case of getting used to a bad odor after being in the house for awhile. No, this
stench would come suddenly from out of nowhere even after I had been in the
house for hours. Yet I never thought that any of this could be paranormal. Not
once. I had gotten crusty and set in my ways now having reached my mid forties,
I didn't remember my earlier paranormal experiences.
I am a night owl.
I set up my chair by the window in the living room facing my tv. Shortly after
moving into that spot I started hearing a sound that I knew I recognized. It was
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I would quickly shut out the light and peer into the darkness but the horse would
be gone. I thought that it must be a neighbors horse got loose but then I'd soon
forget about it.
Until late one night when it happened again. I got up and ran into the pitch
darkness of my front yard (I really like horses and I was determined to meet this
one) when I got out to the middle of the yard I suddenly became filled with a
mind numbing fear as the deep blackness surrounded me. I spun into fight or
flight mode and I chose the latter... But instead of being able to run away I got
the dreaded "lead" legs. I felt like I was walking through waist high water with
heavy chains wrapped around me that kept pulling me back. The door to the
cottage was open and I could see the light of the living room shining through it. It
looked to be about a mile away but I knew it was only a few steps! YIKES! But I
finally find my way to the door and somehow my "right" mind made me blow off
this experience as well. I told myself that I had probably been asleep at the time
that it had never happened. A dream. A nightmare. Anything but reality.
Many times while inside the house I had called out for my husband and he would
answer me in muffled tones. The house was very small so we should have been
able to hear each other easily. I would go looking for him and see him outside
busy working in the yard. As if he had been there for hours. Never once did I
question it or ever guess that it was paranormal.
My husband is the type of guy who likes to work all the time. He was tearing up
and putting things back together in the cottage the whole time we were there.
Hammer/saws/drills whenever he was home there were tool noises going on.
He replaced the heating system and added 2 more heating zones to the house.
Then he built an additional room onto the front porch.
It wasn't just a small amount of work that he was doing, It was actually pretty
heavy duty for such a small space. I've heard that even a mild amount of
construction can bring about spirits and if that is true that would explain how I
ended up with a houseful of them!
Then there were the smells. Strong tobacco smells that would come and go in a
non-smoking home. Whole meals cooking at 3 am, and a strong scent of soap
which I recognized as Ivory soap, no! No! Not just a scent but a nose tingling,
tear inducing odor of Ivory soap, it would only last a few moments but it was so
close to me and so thick that it would literally turn my stomach.
A large barn-shaped shed sat on the property. Stored in it were over 6,000 record
albums and 45's. My husband had inherited my late brothers record collection.
There were so many records that my husband had to build several shelves in the
shed to store them on.
Often I would be in the yard and I would hear music coming from the shed. I
never questioned it I just assumed that my husband had forgotten to turn off his
radio. Many times I would hear tools working in the shed when my husband
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no longer hear them. I thought the noise must be coming from another home
and ricocheting somehow off of our shed.
And then there was the great wind that would blow from my refrigerator door.
Now as I look back I can not explain how or why I just accepted this phenomena?
There were no windows no doors no drafts anywhere near the refrigerator yet
many times a fierce gust of wind would seemingly blow from the refrigerator
door with enough force to swing my ponytail back and forth. Somehow I just
accepted it as if it were a normal everyday occurrence! When it did finally dawn
on me that it was paranormal, I tried to debunk it but there were no clear
answers.
Oct 25 2006 My daughter stayed over in the small spare room downstairs that I
used as a dressing room. She was on an air mattress and looked quite
comfortable. We had just finished watching all her favorite scary shows and it
was 4 am. I went off to the upstairs bedroom where I got into my bed just as
hubby was getting out of it to go to work.
An hour later I was deep into a really decent sleep when I felt someone get into
bed with me. I knew right off who it was so I ask my 30 year old daughter "Aren't
you a little old to be getting in Mommy's bed?" She tells me that there is
something "staring at her" in that room and she cannot and will not sleep in
there! I say "OMG! It's just the cats looking at you and you've been watching
scary movies all night"! But I was too tired to resist and instead went back to
sleep.
The next day my daughter decided to split a day early vowing she wouldn't
spend one more night in that room! Now I knew I had to do something soon I
wanted my child to feel safe in my house! I decided to do something that I had
seen on one of her (what I called) "ghostly shows" it was TAPS Ghost hunters
show where I had learned about recording with an audio recorder to "hear" spirit
voices, called EVP.
This was the answer on how I was going to prove to my daughter, believer of
ghosts, that there was really no such thing as the boogeyman and that my house
was NOT haunted!
I don't know why I didn't remember the paranormal events that I had
experienced while I was younger. But I now saw myself as staunch, reality based,
level headed. A dam Capricorn for Goodness sake! I just didn't believe in the
paranormal anymore and I had no idea what had happened to change that.
Anyway, the next day I forgot all about putting a recorder in the spare room. I
probably would of forgotten about it all together.
But then I heard a voice! I was in my living room and my husband was on the
front porch sawing (very loudly) some plywood for one of his shelves. Once he
started up the saw I heard, as clear as day, a female voice right beside me
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Well I couldn't ignore this at first. I started to believe that it really happened! This
lasted for about an hour before I talked myself out of it again. I decided that it
was my next door neighbors voice that I had heard. Even though it was cold out
and all my windows were closed, and the voice had come from right beside me.
But I did put a recorder in the dressing room. I shut the door. I used a digital
audio recorder (the Sony B ICD B300) and I set it to voice activated. This was the
evening of Oct 27th. I left it on overnight shutting it off in the early morning.
There was about 50 minutes on the recording and much of it was just cars rolling
down the busy route in front of the house. I did not know how interesting this
recording would become until later on that night.
The night of Oct 28th 06 I got roped into going to the lumber yard with hubby it
was on the way to the grocery store and as usual I would wait in the truck. Most
times I brought a newspaper or catalog along with me but this time I grabbed the
recorder and earphones to listen to the recorder while waiting. I knew that I could
prove once and for all to my daughter that the room was NOT haunted and I
could do so by using a method I saw on her own favorite program!
And then I heard the laughter! I listened to the tape and clearly there was a
*child laughing and a man speaking right into the recorders microphone! It was
impossible, but it was true! I stuffed the recorder into my bag and did my
shopping like I was in sort of dream state. I just couldn't wait to get somewhere
quiet and listen to that tape!
The first evp I heard was of a man saying "let me out" and then a child's
laughter. So clear and so close to the microphone these people could only have
been in that very room! I listened to the end of the recording and heard nothing
else but then I started it from the beginning. The first evp on the recording is of a
man saying *"f you mother" then a sharp intake of breath, it is loud and clear
and could only have come from someone speaking directly into the microphone!
The next evp was a man saying "I'm coming I love you" and he breathes heavily.
There are loud banging noises in these recordings that I hadn't heard during the
recording only after the playback. I knew this was impossible and yet here was
the very evidence in my hand!
I sat on the whole thing for about 24 hours. Then I started to try and debunk
everything. I began by leaving the recorder in the same spot as I had gotten the
original recordings.
I went to every room in the house and spoke in a natural level tone as the voices
on the recorder had. Then I went and stood outside the room near my neighbors
yard and I spoke in a natural voice and then I called to my husband in a loud
voice, and then a good loud yell even though he wasn't home at the time. At this
point I still didn't want the neighbors to think I was crazy. (That soon changed
when I began to go out in the middle of the night to take pictures of my shed, by
then I no longer cared who thought what about my mental state) I needed to see
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It didn't. So one at a time I turned on every radio and tv in the house while
leaving the recorder on in the same spot. None of the voices emanating from
these sources sounded anything like the voices I had heard in the earlier
recordings.
I took a walk around my neighborhood searching for extra large antenna on top
of cars and homes but came up with nothing. Later I drove around and looked for
antenna within a few miles of my house again nothing.
I rustled paper and thick paper bags, I turned doorknobs and faucets. I noted all
creaks and groans while walking around the home and NOTHING. (I learned a tip
here, you can step on a board in one room and it can groan in another room) I
recorded the water running, the toilet flushing, microwave going everything that
I thought might be causing the voices but nothing even came close.
Naturally the only thing left to do was to try it again. So here is what I did. I
waited until I knew my husband and I would be going out. I was so new at evp
that I still thought, for some reason, that the voices would only come if the
recorder was left alone.
I made a big point of going around the house and shutting everything down and
then I went around and unplugged everything I turned on the recorder at this
time and sat down to write out my grocery list in complete silence. I got up put
my coat on and had to search for a few moments for my keys. I then put on my
boots and I left, leaving the recorder running.
During my last moments in the house I made no noise except for my flip flops
flopping as I walked around looking for my keys. But the recorder tells a different
story. There are three voices.* A woman talking then yelling, a child screaming
then talking, and a man whispering throughout deeper in the background. This
evp is 41 seconds long.
I had no idea at the time that an evp this clear and this long was highly unusual.
After all everything about this whole thing was still pretty strange to me!
When I first heard this evp for just a moment I thought I must be going to die! I
mean there were people talking in my home from all around me but I could only
hear them on a recorder! What else could it be but some sort of sign of my
approaching death? Or some other equally impending doom?
Of course I knew these ideas were crazy! It was obviously aliens, a parallel
universe, or the FBI secretly taping us (hubby's idea) maybe it was our own brain
waves projecting our voices out loud? Were the cats talking to us psychically?
The neighbors or previous owners playing a joke?
But then it hit me. It wasn't any of those things. It really was the voices of the
dead!
What happens in a "eureka" moment like this? Well you want to tell everyone
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I really thought that everyone was just going to believe me. I called people, I
went online and sent emails. It was Tuesday Oct. 31st. My own sister laughed at
me and said "happy Halloween" before hanging up.
Only my daughter was willing to believe me and ooo-ed and aahh-ed over the
evp, in spite of the fact that it was Halloween and that I often told her scary
stories around this time. She did, however, get to mention " I told you so"
I listened to that one crazy long evp over and over again trying to understand
the words it contained. The woman sounds likes she is speaking Japanese, a child
screams and all the while a man is whispering menacingly in the background. So
damn scary yet somehow so compelling to me!
At this point I still had only 4 evp while today I have over 500 collected since that
night in Oct 06.
Unfortunately we only lived there for another year and ½ because it turned out
that the dirt basement was very bad for my health and we had to let the home
go.
During our stay in the little cottage my husband and I had several more
paranormal experiences and I did contact a paranormal team who confirmed that
the home was haunted they did this by collecting their own video and evp
evidence. It was wonderful to have the haunting confirmed but at the end of the
day I was still pretty much taking the haunting on as my own, becoming more
and more obsessed on a deeper and more personal level.
I saw a bottle spin on it's end all by itself, I watched in stunned silence and then
got dizzy myself and had to go throw up. It was as if I had been spun myself.
And my husband (once a non believer now not able to dispute the evidence)
continually felt something getting up on the bed with him. All the while he kept
dreaming about a golden retriever named "ruffle's" one night while sleeping my
husband began to scream out loud "I don't want a dog" he was kicking and
screaming and moaning and I couldn't wake him up! He finally settled down and I
went back to sleep. When I mentioned it to him the next day he remembered
dreaming about "ruffles" again but thought it had been a good dream and not
the nightmare that I described. These dog dreams continued for my poor
husband throughout our stay in the cottage. Thankfully though, he has never
complained about them since leaving.
I remember one time (long before I had realized that I was living in a haunted
house) I told my Doctor that I was getting an extremely cold feeling on my left
shin that would come and go, he said he had no idea what it could be other than
a draft. Righto, it was a draft that had the ability to follow me from room to room
and hit me in the same exact spot every time! The cold spot on my leg was a
constant until we moved in late 2007 and has never returned since.
I don't know if there was ever a pet there for sure, but if I had to guess I would
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By November of 2006 I was all a frenzy recording day and night not only in the
house but, wherever I would go in between. I recorded in the car, at the store, in
restaurants and other peoples homes. One time when I was terribly sick with
asthma (a by product of living in the cottage) and had to go to the hospital I
begged my husband to go and get me the recorder before we left. I'll never
forget the pitiful way he looked at me when he flatly refused.
I hadn't even gotten into taking pictures yet, that would come later and would
open up another whole universe for me to explore... My shed.
By the end of November in 06 I already had more than 30 class "A" evp in only a
month.
It would be another month before the Taps Family team would get to the house.
Two months since the first recording.
And two very eventful months they were! I had gotten some of my very best
recordings in November and December of 06. And I had learned, by research,
who two of my new "friends" were.
Henry and Evelyn husband and wife.
Henry had been the last person who had owned the home who had lived in it. It
had been sold, renovated and resold in a turnover to my husband and I.
Henry had lived a long life and had died in 2004. His wife Evelyn had also lived in
the house and had died in 1984.
* I have a cute recording of both of them where I say to Henry "do you want us to
leave Henry? Are we taking your space"? Henry answers "I'm fine" which is
ended with a polite cough suggesting that Henry's wife Evelyn was not so happy
with us being there!
Henry seemed to really like my husband and began to "speak" most often
whenever he was around. I found out later that they did have much in common
as far as liking to work on the outside and smoking cigarettes right down to their
Similar slim and tall build. (I learned from a neighbor how Henry actually looked)
One of my favorite recordings of Henry and hubby is when my husband had
come in for a moment to warm up from working outside, as he was leaving again
he asks me *did I come in here with a pkg of butts, probably not" you can clearly
hear Henry answer "I don't think so"
Once after having made hubby a cup of coffee* I asked him if he wanted some
more sugar? He answers yes, and then I ask how many (sugars)? He says "a
couple and I need a stirrer too!" The spirit of who I now believe is Henry answers
"are you sure about that?"
I felt no fear of these two, Henry and Evelyn, and I was always happy whenever I
heard their voices on my recorder playback. But, there is a child in my recordings
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is a "d" recording and won't transfer well. I could never locate any info on this
child in the public records as I had Henry and Evelyn.
Sam seemed to spend most of her time in my dressing room and for whatever
reason I was often frightened by her, REALLY frightened! She didn't have the
same calming effect on me as the other two. I swear that one evening she made
me play music on my computer that I didn't want to hear. It was old and creepy
lullaby music that was part of a spam that I had accidentally opened and was
just about to delete. Instead I was stricken with the urge to play it over and over
again rooted to my chair and sick to my stomach until I finally was able to stop!
I must of replayed it 20 times.
But, once I was able to stop obsessively clicking my mouse, I calmed down again
right away again almost as if I were being soothed. I then quickly grabbed my
recorder and turned it on... As I was getting the heck out of there and going to
bed! I shut off my computer and my AOL which (as aol users know) says
*goodbye. The next day I discovered the recording contained a voice clearly
answering Aol's goodbye with a hearty "bye" of her own.
I believe it was Evelyn that night who stepped in and stopped me from playing
that creepy song maniacally over and over again. I believe that she was still with
me and saw me to bed that night to keep me safe from Sam.
I knew that Sam was manifesting as a child but I never believed that she died as
a child. I think she just chooses to come back as one. Perhaps to her happier
days when she vacationed as a child by the lake. Even though she didn't always
act like an innocent child. I firmly believe that the spirit of Sam is very real and
exceptionally strong and was even somehow able to compel me to do her
bidding on two separate occasions!
Sam had practically stolen my dressing room by this time.
I would most often have to leave the door closed and stay away from it when I
was alone in the house and at night. One early morning however around 3 am I
was simply overcome with the urge to go in" there..." I was actually talking
myself into going into a room at 3 am that I was afraid to go near at 3 pm!
I was trembling I was so afraid to go in but, I "knew" that I had to do it!***
I went in to take pictures of Sam at her request or rather at her other worldly
insistence! I closed the door and closed my eyes, shut the light out, clicked the
pic and then turned on the lights before opening my eyes! Scared wasn't the
word for it! I could only manage to do this twice before I had to flee. The results
were pretty obvious to me. Sam was a solid white blob with little orbs flowing off
her! Both pictures are refutable and could never be used as real evidence.
But I knew she was there, I could smell the strong odor of Ivory soap as she came
ever closer to me and I tried to will myself to stay I just couldn't do it, not alone
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I regret chickening out in that room that night. I wish I could of stayed to get
better evidence of what was going on in there. But the room was just to
horrifying for me to withstand.
One night while my husband and I were watching tv I glanced over and caught a
jelly fish like figure with the shape and head of a child peeking around the corner
at us. I looked at the figure and then glanced at my husband who was also
looking in the same direction! I knew FOR SURE that he saw the same thing that I
was looking at but he refuses to admit it to this day!
One other time in broad daylight, my husband and I were in the living room
talking about the work that he was doing outside on his car when he wondered
out loud "do you think it's going to rain today?" and in true Henry fashion and in
Henry's "own" voice (a voice that I had heard on my recordings before saying the
same exact words) the answer came from the other side of the room right out
loud and strong it answered "I don't think so"
This is the only time that I ever heard Henry's voice when it was not in a
recording. I gulped and looked right at my husband who was staring right at the
spot where the voice came from.
I jumped up and pointed at him "there" I said "I know you heard that, I saw you
look"! Nope he said quietly "heard nothing" as he backed out of the room and
went back to his chores.
Once while cooking dinner I felt this overwhelming urge to take pictures. I just
dead stopped what I was doing and grabbed my camera. ***I took some pretty
wild red and orange pictures that night with my brand new camera. I never got
any other pictures in those colors after that one instance.
Did Henry whisper in my ear that day, in a voice I couldn't really hear but my
subconscious did? Did he really pose and let me take pictures of him that night?
Was the burst of color all he could muster up? Was that you Henry?
Finally it was December 9th of 2006 the day before the Taps family team was
about to arrive. I had left on my recorder in our bedroom that night and had
awoken to one of my creepiest evp ever. * In it a man with a mechanical voice
says "my eyes are wide open" and woman plainly asks "are you scared?"
Why this evp scares me so much I really don't know, it's not so much different
than any of the others, but ever since I first heard this recording I have never put
a recorder in the room where we were sleeping again!
Still, I hadn't yet put an end to my strange habit of going out late in the night and
taking pictures of my shed.
Yes, I said my shed. There was something going on around that shed day and
night! In almost all of my 200+ shed pictures, the roof is always either foggy,
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I soon began to call the roof of the shed the "hell mouth" and to this day I believe
it had to be some sort of vortex of constant energy transference. The thing
seemed to have a life of it's own! Yes, I said my shed. As in "that nutty lady was
out taking pictures of her shed again at 3 am this morning" that shed.
Once, while I was packing just a few weeks before leaving the cottage, I was
suddenly and completely engulfed in a freezing cold hug. I immediately said
"knock that off you're scaring me" and it stopped at once.
While I may have felt like I was getting used to these things happening around
me, deep inside I was still somewhat frightened.
Late one night shortly, before heading to bed I was suddenly overcome with a
feeling of loss and sorrow. I thought that I recognized this feeling as artificial, a
feeling that was induced by whoever or whatever was haunting the home at
moment. But, I turned on my recorder and set it on my shoulder. I asked "are you
Freddy?" and clears as day and from right beside me his voice whispers softly
"yes I am"
I know that spirits speak in many different voices. I know that this ghostly
recording could be just about anybody. But it wasn't anybody. It was truly my
dear father, Freddy. I cried for a long time after I heard the recording, even
though I am not prone to crying. Even now, hundreds of evp later, this one
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Today I live in a new home. It is decidedly not haunted. I have stopped recording
every moment of every day and I am relieved that I am no longer compelled to
do so. Oh I still record when the mood strikes. Because when the mood strikes it
is never wrong and I always pick up something from the other side! It is as if
someone were whispering in my ear and telling me to go ahead... Start the
recorder. Now, a faithful servant of our dearly departed, I will continue to "start
the recorder" until I am nothing more than an evp myself.
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(2 stories) (45 posts) (the author is a teenager)
Date: 2007-10-03
Country: United States
State: North Carolina
Paranormal Category: Haunted Places

My families have had bad ghost experiences over the years. My mother and aunt
lifted their friend off the ground with the "Light as a feather, Stiff as a board"
technique, my great aunt wore a nightgown of a family member and was
haunted for it, and others. But the one I am going to tell you is so scary, it's
famous. Are you ready for the ultimate scare?
My grandma and her family (sister, mom, dad) moved into a house that was said
to be haunted. Well, my grandma's dad didn't believe in ghosts, and bought the
house anyways. The first few nights were totally normal. But it was about a week
before people started to make themselves known.
While playing in the living room one evening, my grandmother and sister were
patiently waiting for dinner, not paying any attention. When I believe the front
door opened, and they heard heavy, loud footsteps. No one was there. Through
the living room, in and out of the kitchen, and out the door again.
Everyone freaked, but moved on. The next happening was another night. They
heard heavy feet coming up the cellar stairs, thinking it was my great
grandfather. The door opened, and no one was there! So they began to worry,
but the only person not skeptical was my great grandpa. So one night, they
heard a man moaning and walking the halls. This went on for 2 nights, when
finally my great grandpa exclaimed, "If you're comin' with me, you better get
your clothes on!" and they all left. No one ever stayed in the house again, but
you can still see the basement where the man was buried.
Here's the story of the house: A man, woman and their daughter all lived in a
house. The man would get drunk and come home and abuse his wife. The
daughter got tired of it one day. So while the man was eating breakfast, the
daughter hacked him in the back of his head with an axe. He fell out of his chair,
though still alive! He tried to grab her, but she hacked him dead. She put him in
the closet, then the basement. Years later she confessed but was not jailed.
Now, obviously the house is haunted. But one time my grandma took me to see
it. We went down, and where his workbench was, a little padlock moved! I ran up
the hill and jumped in the car as fast as I could, and we left. But come this
Halloween, I vow to visit it once again.
ttp://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=1NqnWyhxul4
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(15 stories) (44 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2011-01-10
Country: United States
State: Iowa
Paranormal Category: Ghost Tours & Haunted Hotels

My family and I went to the Villisca Axe Murder House in Villisca, Iowa this past
weekend. It's a small house, quiet but creepy.
It's very sad what happened in the house. Eight people, two adults and six
children (two of them being friends with the daughter) were brutally murdered,
hit with an axe, in the house. When you walk in you can just feel the sadness.
The tour starts in the town museum, then the cemetery where you see where the
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When we walked in I immediately felt sad. The tour guide took us into the living
room and told us the terrible story. The killer supposedly hid in the attic until the
family went to sleep that night.
When the tour guide was talking I saw a shadow that looked like a woman
standing in the kitchen looking at us. Before the tour guide left he told us we
could look around by ourselves. My mom's boyfriend, Jeff, went outside to look at
something and a few minutes after he did we started hearing footsteps upstairs;
I also heard what sounded like a lady moaning. My younger sister ran out of the
house and a few seconds later she came back in with Jeff and he asked what
happened. We told him so we decided to go upstairs to check it out. While up
there we went into the children's room. We stayed in there for a few minutes and
nothing happened. My mom and Jeff decided to go into the attic where the killer
supposedly hid. My sisters ran down the stairs and out the back door because
they didn't want to be in there anymore.
We were in the attic and I started hearing children whispering, it sounded like a
little girl and a little boy. My mom looked at me and asked what was wrong, I told
her and so we went back into the children's room. I started asking questions like
what their names were and a little boy told me his name was Paul. I heard that
the children like to play with toy balls so my mom got a big pink one and started
rolling it, Paul wouldn't roll it back so we thought that maybe because it was pink
and he was a little boy he didn't like it. My mom went back into the attic to try to
find another one when all of a sudden a blue and pink ball rolled out from under
one of the beds! She came back into the room and she stared at it, I picked it up
and rolled it to her. She rolled it into one of the corners, Paul rolled it over to my
feet and then I rolled it back to my mom. Paul rolled the pink ball back to my feet
where the blue and pink one was. I rolled the blue and pink one back to my mom
and the pink one went into the middle of the room. Jeff tried to see if maybe the
floors were curved and that was what was making it roll. He jumped and the pink
ball would not move. By then, Paul had gotten tired of playing so we left the
house.
It is extremely sad what happened there, and I hope to come back soon! There's
something in that house, both good and evil.
Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2008-11-11
Country: United States
State: North Carolina
Paranormal Category: Ghost Hunting

The early evening was grey and misty when Andrew decided to murder his whole
family. Andrew Sparks was once a successful and enthusiastic watch maker and a
hard working farmer in the small town of Newland, NC. He had a loving wife and
two young daughters who all seemed proud of their father and the home life they
had built together. The Sparks were a strong willed family who would soon be
bound by a fear so intense that death couldn't even find the courage to put it to
rest.
What happened?
Something was different about Andrew. He became sort of a recluse. He scarcely
talked to anyone and in church he never prayed aloud like he used to. A father
that was once filled with joy and liveliness had suddenly changed.
It was early that evening before dinner when his family heard his footsteps one
by one on the three screeching steps that led to the door. Then they heard the
sound of the screen being pulled at such a force they thought it would come off
its hinges.
Then there was Andrew drenched in sweat when His wife ran to him eager for a
welcomed kiss but he pushed her away from him strangely enraged and in a
hurry went to the room where he kept his rifle. After a few short minutes had
passed he returned to the family room where his wife and two innocent young
daughters stood watching in disbelief.
He shook his head as if blinded by the darkness of his own insanity and aimed it
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Such pitiful cries and pleas came paining from the throats of his wife and eldest
daughter that even the storm clouds fled in fear of Andrew's madness.
The exhausted and bewildered wife of Andrew could fight no more as a bullet
ripped through her flesh and exited her back with her last gaping breath. The
eldest daughter of Andrew stood trembling and weak at the knees from the sight
of her mother lying dead on the floor in a pool of blood beside her little sister.
She could barely move from the terror she had just witnessed but realized she
had to run in desperate hopes of a place to hide. But the only thing she could
think to save her and use as a barrier from the last deadly bullet was a velvet
sofa.
She ran behind it realizing that there was no use. Andrew laughed and mocked
her as the tears streamed down her broken face. She cried out"... Please father...
Please"
But with that final plea, her life had ended by the desperate hands of a madman.
We are the first to investigate the hauntings of Andrew Sparks but there are
many local witnesses to the strange occurrences on the Sparks property such as
ghostly orbs, cold spots, eerie screams, phantom footsteps, phantom cries and
phantom gunshots.
Many of the Sparks family belongings are left untouched today in the old house.
There also still remains a special book belonging to the youngest daughter of
Andy and inside the cover a handwritten note from Andy himself that eerily reads
" Sleep my children... It is easier to sleep".
B. Dotson 2008
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By Mistyy
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(2 stories) (18 posts) (the author is a middle age adult)
Date: 2013-01-21
Country: United Kingdom
Paranormal Category: Haunted Places

Until now the only people I've told this to are my husband and my eldest
daughter. The reason is I don't want to watch peoples faces as they squirm to
hide their disbelief and try to think of something kind to say. I wouldn't believe it
if it were told to me.
I was going to make the title 'This Happened' because when I think about what
happened that afternoon, something in my mind tries to tell me it just can't
have. Please, will someone who reads this account help me understand it? I'm
sorry if I ramble.
OK, so...
It's mid summer, it's a small village primary school surrounded by fields in the
heart of the English countryside, it's 5.30pm, it's been hot all day. All the kids
and the teachers have gone home.
The main body of the school is a stone building, approximately 100 years old. A
more modern part (1970's) is long and narrow, one level only, divided into four
large class rooms, with a staffroom in the middle where the entrance door is. The
classrooms are 'open plan', separated only by low walls and little bays with sinks
for painting equipment. It's a long way, but you can walk the length of this block
uninterrupted literally through all the four classrooms and art bays. No doors or
high walls. You can see all the way from one end to the other if you stand to one
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With me? This matters, because I need you to believe me when I tell you I KNOW
I was alone in that block. It's easy to see and hear anyone else. At this time of
day it's silent in there. You could hear a pin drop.
I'm a teaching assistant, it's just me and the elderly caretaker onsite now. He is
in the main building, mopping. The doors and windows are all locked and it's
nearly time he let me out and closed up for the night. Our usual routine.
I've been at one end of the block washing paint brushes and I need to go to the
other end before I leave as I've left my phone down there. I'm cheerful and
relaxed. Probably singing to myself. I walk the length of the block. Lets say I start
from class room 1, through no. 2, past the staff room, then start through no. 3. I
glance to my right into no. 3 class and I see the carpeted area is a mess. The
kids have left some toys/lunchboxes/cardboard models/class equipment strewn
about. I could see some bits had been kicked under the coat rack. This carpet
area is about 18' x 20'.
Now here we go... I remember sighing, and thinking 'Oh, that's not good, after I
grab my phone I'll quickly gather these things up'. I didn't break my stride. I
walked into no. 4 class, picked up my phone, turned around and walked straight
back to no. 3. This would be, in honest real time, about 20 SECONDS between
seeing the bits on the floor and returning.
In front of me now - four or five feet away in the middle of the carpet - I see all
the objects which had been scattered about are now in a tall pile. I'm tingling
writing this. They were balanced very precariously but very skilfully one on top of
the other, largest at the bottom, smallest at the top. Including the stuff from
under the coat racks. Three or four tiniest counting blocks, and a couple of dice
were balancing at the very top. I suppose the whole pile was between 2/3 feet
high.
I swear there was no one around but me. There was no time for someone to have
done this. The place was utterly silent the whole time. It was still sunny, there
were no strange noises, or thunder claps or anything. Just this pile in front of me
now. From nowhere. No time. No sound.
I remember stopping and looking at it for a moment. I didn't touch it, or step
near it. Then I just walked away. I clearly remember that I sort of laughed and
shook my head as I walked away. It seems amazing to me now that I didn't
scream and run like a lunatic, but I remember I felt no fear at the time. I could
turn my back on it and just walk calmly away even though I was alone in the
building. I feel fear now, thinking about it!
For info: I'm easily spooked, but that day I wasn't scared. In the past I've been
told I'm 'open' to the paranormal, and I should embrace it. I've had a few
frightening 'odd' experiences, and I don't want to be 'open'. It scares the crap out
of me!
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Thanks for reading.

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(2 stories) (18 posts) (the author is a middle age adult)
Date: 2013-01-28
Country: United Kingdom
Paranormal Category: Haunted Places

I wasn't going to do this. A 2nd story. I hate the word story! I told my first
account because I really needed to 'get it out'. It bothers me, you see. I chose
this site at random on a Google search and just typed. I wanted to 'wash my
story out of me' somehow. However, I've had such positive feedback and good
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everyone's experiences and the comments from regular users. I'm heartened, in
fact, to see that some stories published are taken 'with a pinch of salt', to say it
politely, by the regulars here.
So, more in the spirit of telling my experience purely for interest this one...
I was born and raised in West London (moved to the countryside in 2000). One of
my first jobs was in a large shoe shop. To help you visualize it - it was 2 big shops
knocked into one, so a large shop, with the whole of the ground floor as the shiny
posh shop floor and cash register, and the whole of the upstairs as the grimy
stock room and storage space. Also upstairs was the little staffroom. The only
stairs were in one corner of the shop floor, with a door at the top and the bottom.
Both locked at night but wedged open during opening hours as we were
constantly up and down those (bloody) stairs all the time to fetch shoes for
customers/put stock away/get it out/go on breaks, etc.
It was an old building (again) late 1800's. The stock room was knocked through
too and had no ceiling, you could look right up into the old rafters. A big drafty
space, 2 shops wide remember - the bulky wooden shelving units for all the shoe
boxes reached up a good 15 feet. You had to get on a ladder to the highest
shelves. We tried not to fill them up that high. The units filled the space and ran
parallel so it was like a library. You could walk round them at the ends by the
walls and up and down between them, but never see across the room. The staff
room was on the far side from the stairs in the corner. There were me, 3 other
members of staff and a manager. OK. I like you to have a mental picture of it:)
From the moment I set foot in that stockroom it felt bad to me. When I got to the
top of those stairs and stepped into the stock room it felt as if I were invading the
space of something very very angry and very very active. It seemed to me as if it
would come rushing to find me. It hated me. I constantly felt watched. From quite
high up for some reason. I would go cold, I would get goosebumps, I felt every bit
of my inner self telling me to run the hell back down stairs. But you can't can
you! Not when you work there.
Not too bad if I wasn't alone up there. But, and this is hard to explain, I could tell
when I was alone and when I wasn't by the atmosphere. If I was working up there
for a morning, unpacking stock, for example. Obviously there'd be times when
there may be a fellow staff member up there somewhere with me for a while.
Sometimes we'd be working together or we would be working separately and
chat by shouting through the shelves or I could hear them or I'd just know they
were up there somewhere. But when I was alone I could feel this feeling come
down on me like a cloud. Something had come to watch me. It wanted me out.
I'd just know when my workmate had gone downstairs and I was alone.
Anyway after a couple of months I asked 2 of the girls I was friendliest with if
they ever felt anything wrong in the shop. We'll call them J and W. J said yes, she
couldn't bear the stock room, W said no, you're both bonkers, lol. Time went on. I
used to dread going up there. I used to try to not end up up there alone for any
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there alone next time try to talk out-loud to 'it'. I felt an idiot but I did. Honestly it
made things worse. I got the feeling I caused fury. The day after I did this W
came down on to the shop floor in tears. She had gone up for her tea break and
had felt something behind her all the way across the stock room. She had turned
and come back down and there had been heavy foot falls right behind her on the
stairs all the way down, she said. Me and J were:O. We tried to comfort W. The
manager, a lovely black guy about 6'3 and all muscles, came to see what was
the problem, heard the story and admitted he hated it up there too! We'll call
him Roy. The other member of staff - A - was a bit on the fence about it all.
W left the next day. Roy said he would try to make sure we could work in pairs up
there, but we had to have our tea breaks alone and obviously couldn't go in pairs
to get shoes for a customer.
J couldn't handle it and left the next week. I was looking for another job. So we
now had just me, Roy and A until Roy could employ more staff.
A couple of days later Roy was ill and it fell to me and A to open the shop that
morning. Great. I had the keys, and got in early because of opening the until and
unlocking the internal doors etc. I said to myself that I would get onto the shop
floor and open the till, but I wouldn't be going anywhere near those stairs or the
stockroom until A got there. Then we could open up properly.
So I let myself in through the front of the shop, turned off the alarm... And I was
doing the float for the cash register when it started. This banging. It was loud and
hard and rhythmic. And it was coming from upstairs. I realized I was hearing
footsteps. Stamping really. Those stamps went right across the ceiling - it was
easy to 'follow' them, if you see what I mean. My eyes were moving over the
ceiling with them. Bad enough, but get this - they went DIAGONALLY. You cannot
move across the stock room area diagonally because of the shelving units filling
the place. 'A' arrived just as this finished. I told her about it and she believed me.
I asked her why she never seemed scared and she held her cross pendant and
said - 'because I believe in HIM'. She was an Irish Catholic. I was envious to be
honest. I worked that day and then handed in my notice.
All I can tell you about the place is that it was old, and that it used to be a
butchers until about 1930 when it became a shop. I looked into it and that's all I
could find out. This experience is different to the first I told here, in that it is all
feelings, sounds and instincts. Different also because I was so scared sometimes
of that stock room that I'd be almost in tears going up that staircase. I used to
have to get out of sight of the customer and stand and and pull myself together
before I went up for their shoes! I'm ashamed to say that more than once I'd get
to the top of those stairs and couldn't go in. I'd lie then, and just say we hadn't
got their size! Eeek. I've never been so glad to leave a place.
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(1 stories) (3 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2011-11-14
Country: United Kingdom
Paranormal Category: Apparitions / Voices / Touches

This is my first story and is the only encounter I have had with what I believe to
be a paranormal experience. Everything I have written on here is true and I hope
that you enjoy my story and can gain some knowledge and help me in explaining
what I had experienced. This is a long story and I hope you can read it all. Thank
you.
My story starts about a year ago. I was 19 at the time so I'm obviously 20years of
age now. Me and my family were invited to my mother's aunty's 55th birthday
including my aunties, uncles, cousins, grandma and grandad basically all of my
mother's side of the family. My mother is originally from Yorkshire England but
she had moved down south with her mother and father long before I was born. I
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to my mums aunty's 55th. When we arrived we were all put in a hotel, an old
looking hotel, well the whole village looked old and at the time was covered in
fog. It was a real typical ghost movie looking village. I could imagine a sort of
silent hill movie being shot there for parts. Anyway so we all got settled in and
went to my mother's aunt's house, it was huge, beautiful looking and old with a
thatched roof and timber beams through the whole house and a view to die for. It
looked over hills small and very large with more fog covering it and a beautiful
stream close by. So we all enjoyed the day and the casino like party we had at
the hotel with roulette tables, poker tables and the rest, nothing 'paranormal'
had happened throughout the day or the night while the party was going on
that's for when me and my brother went to bed.
It was late, maybe about 2am and I was drifting into a sleep but hadn't quite got
there. My brother at this point was fast asleep. I then woke with a sudden and no
explanation but then heard from outside of the room in the corridor footsteps but
as if they were running. Light footsteps, it went right by my door but then again
right behind this first set of footsteps I heard more, they seemed to be heavier
and they also went right past my door as if someone was chasing another
person. About 5 minutes later the room began to get cold, in my mind too cold
like someone had turned on the air-con but in these rooms they only had
heaters. It was just after winter so it was cold outside so I thought maybe it's just
because of the weather so I got out of bed and walked to the heater, I then
touched it and found it was already on and with some heat, it actually stung my
fingers when I touched it so it was definitely on but then a small erratic knock
began to be heard from my door. This frightened me just because it was
unexpected and especially at this time. So I opened the door but no one was
there "that's a little strange" I thought to myself but obviously then thought oh it
must be one of my cousins trying to pester us. I then got back into bed and felt
so much warmer but this was even before I had put the covers back over my
body. I felt so much more comfortable as if maybe I was being held, I felt sort of
safe as strange as it sounds but then I heard the heavier footsteps come down
the hallways once again but this time not like it was running like it was just
walking towards my room. (At this point the warmth had suddenly left me)
Thinking it must be one of my cousins coming back to knock on my door again, I
jumped out of bed and stood ready to open my door. One large knock hit my
door and I swung it open but nothing, no one was there. I looked down the
corridor and no one was there and there was nowhere for someone to hide. My
cousin's rooms were all down at the end of the corridor and then to the right
down another. I actually thought to myself maybe I was tired and was just
hearing things, I must be surely.
I sat on my bed looked over to my brother, he was lying there and then just
suddenly woke up and looked at me and said "why are you just sitting on your
bed" I replied "I just thought I heard something" he then said "have you ever had
a dream where your drowning and you can't breathe but then you wake because
of it but you aren't actually breathing in real life when you wake" I just said no to
him but then the room felt like it shifted and suddenly went cold again but was
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also noticed this but then he just curled up and went back to sleep. I tried to
sleep but I felt strange as if someone was watching me and as if I was maybe in
danger. I strangely began to feel guilty about something but didn't know what. I
couldn't really sleep anymore so decided to go down to one of my cousins' rooms
and knocked. They didn't answer so I just thought to myself "they must have
been the ones that were knocking earlier because they are not answering, so I
knocked again and one of my cousins answered. He looked as if he had definitely
been asleep, the room had no lights on and everyone else was asleep so I
thought to myself "they mustn't have done it, besides I saw no one running away
from the room" I had a chat with him and told him about what had happened and
soon after decided to go back to my room.
I returned and got back into bed. It wasn't cold anymore; it just felt like normal
room temperature. I lay waiting to fall back to sleep but with my brain thinking
about so many different things I just felt as if I couldn't but then it felt like
something had clutched me, like someone was holding me tight in a sort of
'spooning' position but not too much like as if there was someone actually there
if you understand what I mean. I almost instantly felt safe once again and
everything just felt as if went away and I had no problems. The room went
warmer and it felt like the sun's rays were beaming down upon my back. I shortly
fell asleep and not one more thing had happened that night.
The following morning we all went back to my mother's aunty's house and all
had a nice day. My cousin approached me and told me about how after I had
knocked at his room the previous night he wasn't able to sleep. He began to tell
me that his room too began to get cold and like there was a breeze that kept
passing him. He explained that throughout the night he felt uneasy as if
someone was watching him and whenever he would start to drop off to sleep he
kept on being woken by faint noises. We kept on chatting about it and how I felt
and all the things I have talked about in my story; however my story doesn't end
here.
When I got back home it was late so we all just went straight to bed. I got into
bed not thinking much of what happened the previous night and felt once again
so peaceful and safe. I curled up and fell right to sleep. I woke up the following
morning and sort of remembered someone stroking me and running their fingers
through my hair but of course I thought this was a dream.
It was most probably about 8pm and I was alone in the kitchen with all my family
in the front room watching TV. I can't remember exactly what I was making, I
think it was cheese on toast under the grill, when I felt someone was standing
right behind me so I turned around and faintly saw what looked like a woman.
Maybe in her 20s I can't pin point how old, she just looked attractive and young.
This is one of the most frightening moments of my life because I was so sure she
was there but she had gone and I instantly thought ghost. I have been through
quite a few frightening things in my life but this is high in my list because I'm so
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I ran into the front room and told everyone but they all seemed disinterested and
that maybe I was just lying. I felt sort of scared to go back in so I peeped round
the corner but there was nothing. I finished making my snack and sat back in the
front room feeling obviously strange and confused. "Had I really just witnessed
the paranormal?" I thought to myself. At this point I started to link things
together, what had happened at the old hotel and thought deep into it. I thought
maybe it was the spirit of a young woman being chased by someone and that
maybe they had entered my room on that night in the hotel and that maybe the
spirit with the heavy footsteps entered my cousins room when I did and maybe
when I felt warm she was there comforting me? Maybe she had followed me
home and now rests here?
Again not the end just one last thing that was significant happened.
It must have been about three days later from when I saw her. In the middle of
the night I woke needing the toilet, while sitting on it I left the door open because
we keep the landing light on and so I could see. (I didn't want to put the
bathroom light on because we have an extractor fan that is quite loud and I
didn't want to wake anyone) Everyone at this point was asleep; I know this
because I was the last person to go to bed. I was looking out through the door
when suddenly as clear as day I saw an all-black figure, everything was black on
it nothing was in colour but it was under the landing light so there is no way it
was like this because of lack of light. It had walked straight past the bathroom
toward my bedroom and my mother's room. So I quickly finished and rushed out
thinking maybe someone has broken in but still in the back of my mind thinking
all black with no features on any part of its body. I opened my mum's bedroom
door and both my mum and dad were fast asleep. I looked round there bedroom
and then opened there wardrobe to make sure the figure hadn't tried to hide but
nothing. At this point my mum woke up and asked what I was doing. I told her
and she quickly woke my father up. I then went to my room to check but also
nothing. Me and my father then checked everywhere else but again nothing. I
was freaked out and we all got back into bed.
I don't know how long after but I suddenly woke up again and with my bedroom
door open I saw the figure again. I was defiantly human shaped but with no
features, not one it was completely black, I rubbed my eyes and still saw it. I
don't know why I did what I did to this day but I decided to put the blanket over
my head (very child like I know) and closed my eyes. About 5-10 seconds later
I'm not too sure, I lifter the blanket from my face and the presence had gone.
Who could this have been? I don't know. Maybe the other spirit from before
following me too? To this day small events like this happen around my house. My
family see more of the black featureless entity that the other. Only I have seen
the other female spirit to this date and have only ever seen her a few times but
not as clearly as the time in the kitchen. I feel the presence more than I see it
and it feels like it gives me a lot of comfort in ways I have explained in my story.
I can only apologise for the length of my story but feel I needed to tell you most
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it with others that may have experienced some of the same things. I thank you
for reading it all and hope that you believe me. I will also try to keep you all
posted on whether anything that connects with this story for instant I'm going to
try to find out the name of the hotel and try to find out if anything had happened
there previous my stay. Thanks once again.

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The North Scottsdale Townhouse
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By Katdawg123
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(1 stories) (0 posts) (the author is a middle age adult)
Date: 2014-04-28
Country: United States
State: Arizona
Paranormal Category: Poltergeists / Physical Manifestations

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It all started when we moved into the townhouse my freshman year in high
school. My parents divorced and my mother bought this two story townhouse
across from the high school. This wasn't a new complex because this townhouse
had been vacant for a couple years before she bought it. It was the last one
available and she became the first owner. Now I always thought that haunted
houses were old houses or at least a previously lived in house, but I was clearly
mistaken. For the next 7 years I will be tormented by the entity living in this
house.
It was my sophomore year that I started to notice weird things happening. I
would feel someone grabbing my legs and feet when I was trying to sleep. Totally
freaked me out. One night my friend was spending the night and her much older
boyfriend was throwing a party. She wanted to sneak out. I had this bright idea to
steal my mom's car for a few hours so that we could make an appearance and
come straight home. I snuck into my mom's room and took her purse as quietly
as possible. As soon as I grabbed the keys from the purse I heard my name
called. My friend and I looked at each other in fright. She heard it too. I thought
for sure my mom woke up since it was a woman's voice we heard. I checked
again and my sister was asleep upstairs and my mom was asleep downstairs. It
gave us chills but we snuck out anyways.
Now about a year later I had a vivid dream of a demon sitting on my chest
choking me and when I woke up my knees were to my chest and my arms
stretched out. I was gasping. In the dream there were a bunch of old people
introducing themselves to me telling me they had already deceased and one in
particular told me to lookout for my friend Veronica for the next few weeks.
That's when the demon jumped out of nowhere and tried to kill me in the dream.
When I got to school that morning I found out Veronica's grandpa passed away.
She was devastated and I made sure I was there for her.
The next major experience was a year later. One of my mom's friends was ill and
my mom had her move in for a short while. She slept downstairs. I was sleeping
in the loft at the time which was open to the main living area. I thought I was the
last one to go to bed and I had just turned off the light and laid down when I
heard her voice whisper my name saying "hey Kayla, are you awake?" "No,
what's up?" I said. "I was wondering something" she said. And that was it. I
looked over the loft wall and nobody was there. I quickly turned on my light and
still nobody was there, I bolted down the stairs and checked on her. She was
asleep. Checked on my mom and she was asleep. I completely broke down.
There was so much unexplained activity going on and it was obvious I was being
targeted. I woke my mom up crying and told her everything that had been going
on. Nobody in my house had any experiences.
I had a lot of moments after that of being pushed and hair pulling. One day I was
in the kitchen talking to my mom. I was putting food in the microwave and
something shoved my shoulder forward. My mom saw it happen and the look on
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had just seen. It clearly looked like I was being shoved and told me she'll call the
church and have a priest visit. I told her no way. I went to church every Sunday
and I thought they would think I was crazy and I'd be so embarrassed. She
begged but I told her no I've gotten used to it. The voices had stopped which is
what freaks me out the most.
Well, the last big scary moment was right before she sold the house. I was alone
getting ready for work. I was blow drying my hair and suddenly some strong
force pulled my arm, holding the hair dryer, down to my side and held it there for
a few seconds. Finally my arm was released and I ran downstairs and sat on the
couch in shock. It took a lot of guts to go back up there and finish getting ready
but I did it. I was tired of being scared and fed up of being toyed with. I was so
relieved when my mom had the opportunity to sell.
It wasn't the end of my paranormal experiences. They still continue and I have
more to share in future posts. I'm just curious if anyone else who has bought or
lived in this house had paranormal activity too. My mom did tell me that while
the house was vacant there was vandalism and a fire in our unit which is why it
was the last one available. They have to disclose this information when selling.
So, I wonder if this might be the reason for the activity. Please tell me what you
think.
Uncle's Hand
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By notjustme

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(14 stories) (324 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2013-08-28
Country: Canada
Paranormal Category: Family / Friends Visits

My mother's brother had always been the "trouble maker" of their family.
Growing up as the youngest son in the family, he was always the rebellious one.
The first time I met him was during my mom's funeral, and he was escorted by
two officers. During that time he was serving some time in prison and was
permitted to attend his favourite sister's funeral to bid his farewells. They
actually flew him in as he was in another province.
Later on, as I grew older I would go visit him on my own. He was always in and
out of jail, so sometimes I'd see him at home or sometimes I'd visit him in jail.
The last time I saw him alive was around 2003. He passed away a year after that.
I remembered when I last visited him alive, he was living in a half-way house. He
was allowed out of the half-way house from 6 am - 5 pm. I was staying at his
house during the visit.
One day he came home and started talking on the phone in the room I was trying
to sleep in. This was around 7 a.m. I obviously woke up because he was chatting
away, sitting on a chair in front of my bed. I turn around to ask him, "Why are
you in here?! Talk somewhere else man!" He laughed and got off the phone.
Then he said to me, "You look just like your mother. You know, she and I were the
closest of our siblings. Your mom always helped me when I needed her to." Even
though it's nice to hear, but as a sleepy teenager, I just wanted him out! So I
said, "Ok ok, talk to you later," then I turned around back to the wall to get more
sleep. He then laughed and placed his hand on my back and gave me a few pats
before leaving the room.
A year later, I got a call from a cousin saying uncle's gone, he was shot. (I won't
say where or why for privacy reasons and respects to uncle), but our family
somewhat prepared for this day mentally, due to his living style. A few days later
we have all gathered in his city and attended the funeral. I was staying at his
house in the same room as before, as some relatives were at other houses.
It must have been around 6 am or 7 am, when I suddenly woke up. I didn't move
but I didn't feel alone. Then as quick as my thoughts were going, I felt a cold
hand, clear as day on my back. I knew it was my uncle. I didn't move not
because I was scared, but more I didn't want to scare HIM off. But of course, after
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It felt odd at first because I, all of a sudden, didn't feel alone, but then when he
placed his hand on my back, though it was cold, I felt very warm inside.
I never really considered us that close, but because I look so much like my
mother, I know he loved me lots and felt a connection with me. He's told me
countless amount of times how much we look alike. Now he can be with his
favourite sister and go back to the fun days =)
Tantalize Me
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By notjustme
47432

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(14 stories) (324 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2014-07-22
Country: Canada
Paranormal Category: Family / Friends Visits

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For those who have read my stories "Here When Needed" knows I had a
boyfriend who passed in 2008. During those times it was extremely difficult for
me to cope and I was basically a wreck for a year. In that year I went out a lot,
met lots of people I can't remember now, and drank a lot. It is also during this
year I met a good friend, we will call him Tallon.
I met Tallon through a friend (Jen) and to this day we have only seen each other
about 4-5 times. First day we met was at a lounge. That night was just four of us,
myself, two girls and Tallon. We had some drinks and we all danced, and that was
that. We got each other's contact and would message here and there the simple
friendly conversations. Second time we went out was to lunch just him and I. I
remember he mostly just listened to me talk and was very compassionate. Next
time we met was probably at a bar again. Through out the time I knew Tallon he
has openly told me things like he was attracted to me since the first day but
didn't want to pursue it because I was very lost and out of it. This is something I
have always respected about him and we remained friends. He would harmlessly
joke with me sometimes a year or two after we met, but was never serious or
physical, nor did I ever take it offensively. Even after I moved to another city we
kept in touch. He was one of those rare friends that we didn't have to see, but
felt very close and could confide in each other about the day or about something
more serious. One thing you should know is his real name does start with a T,
and we both used to go on this silly site and his nickname for things would
always be Tantalizing "T". That used to be a lot of fun for us, going on this site
and commenting off each other or just jibberishing. It was our little secret and it
was funny. We also shared pets in common and he would tell me about his bird
all the time.
Fast forward, last year I was at work one morning and talking to a customer
about my late ex boyfriend, when suddenly a piece of pewter flew off my
counter. This piece is for engraving so it's not really light. Both the customer and
I heard the cling-clang sound and I went to look for it. I picked it up and looked at
her and she said "Did that just...?, oh he's still here...", with a smile. This
customer is also spiritual so she was automatically on board. I smiled and said
"must be!". Now, none of us actually saw it with our eyes, but we both heard it
and we were not leaning on that part of the room, we were also the only ones in
the shop.
Ten minutes after she left, I got a text message from Jen that read, "Have you
heard about Tallon? He drowned last night, he's gone." My heart stopped. I
couldn't understand. I called her immediately and demanded answers. Just
thinking about him now is still surreal and still hurts. She informed me he was
swimming with friends at a lake and somehow he never came back up. Right
away I knew that was Tallon saying "Hello, and goodbye" to me at my work. We
had just spoken days before he passed, and he even said he would visit one day
or when I go home we would hang out. I'm so remorseful I never saw Tallon
more, but at least I had the privilege of knowing him and sharing many great
conversations with him. I'm also deeply touched he came by to let me know he
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I pray to him all the time, wishing him the best and telling him to rest peacefully.
I hope he will pay me another visit soon, my "tantalizing" friend <3
Wake Up, They Are Waiting
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By notjustme
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(14 stories) (324 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2014-07-22
Country: Viet Nam
Paranormal Category: Apparitions / Voices / Touches

This encounter belongs to my step aunt, and happened in Vietnam, Ho Chi Minh
City about 10 years ago. It may be a bit long so please bear with me. My step
mother comes from a family of teachers, literally all her siblings that worked
were teachers at some point when they resided in Vietnam, somewhere along
the 70's. My step mother herself was a principle at age 24, but this happened to
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The house had 5 floors with two bedrooms + a bathroom on each floor. Reason
for the set up is because during the day, this house was a private school for
children ages 3-6. I loved vacationing here because everyday I get to see the
kids come to school and they are just so adorable. I enjoyed napping with the 3
year olds lol. They would pile into the room with the teachers, there were pillows
for everyone, and after grabbing one they would find a spot on the ground and
slept. The floor wasn't hard and people in Vietnam are actually quite used to
sleeping on hard surfaces anyway. They had the best air conditioning system in
that room too!
The first floor of the house was for the 3 years-olds (nap room was in between
floor 1 and 2, second was my aunt's floor for her and her husband (this is where I
sleep too) , then the 3rd floor was for the 4 years olds, and as you ascend the
ages get higher. This was my aunt's whole life of work and she was very devoted
to her teachers and students. During the day the house was lit up by noise and
laughter of children, workers shouting back and forth, but at night it was
terrifying just to look up the winding stairwell.
Each classroom had 2 teachers, one teaches Chinese and the other Vietnamese.
Aside from the teachers, they had 2 cooks, and 2 house maids (one live-in and
one not) This concept of schooling is like daycare here in western society. The
cost was equivalent to here. It costs each student about $100 dollars Canadian
per month to study there (average wage was about $150 Canadian dollars a
month, jobs like house cleaning, waitressing, etc). Each day the students are
dropped off at 7:30 a.m by parents driving on mopeds. All the teachers are
waiting at the lobby to greet the parents and to take the students in by hand.
Once everyone is there, the teachers will guide them all up to their classrooms in
single file lines. It was the sweetest thing to wake up to, seeing these little kids
holding the stairway rails and saying "hello teacher, good morning teacher and
principle". The day starts of with breakfast, then Cantonese/Mandarin lessons,
then nap time, then lunch, then Vietnamese lessons. Then parents come at 4
p.m to collect their babies. Though they are only 3-6 years old, these kids had
homework already! Their schooling consisted learning to read and write in
Chinese and Vietnamese. Though Vietnam's language is of course Vietnamese,
since this was a private school, they were to learn both. Technically they learn
Cantonese and Mandarin, and Vietnamese. (*note: Cantonese and Mandarin are
written the same but spoken differently) This operation ran from Monday to
Friday.
Many people in Vietnam wake up very early, around 5:30 a.m daily, so naps are
very normal for everyone. I think people get just as annoyed if you call them at
12 p.m, like it was 12 a.m, because it's nap time! Lol... On one particular day my
aunt was taking a nap herself and she felt someone nudge her arm and gently
said "wake up, wake up to teach", she ignored it and kept sleeping, then it
happened again, and said "wake up, you're late to teach"...now she was angry as
she knew it was Saturday. So she went went half down stairs and asked her cook
and maid why they were waking her up when it was a Saturday. Of course, they
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after that, she woke up in the middle of the night to a woman sitting at the foot
of her bed. She could only see her back, and she said the woman was talking to
her but she couldn't hear clearly. My aunt is a huge scaredy cat so due to her
fear and just the paranormal all together, she couldn't make out what the woman
was saying. She just closed her eyes, terrified and eventually drifted back to
sleep. I should mention my aunt is about 65 years old here. She also said another
time the woman came back with 2 kids by her side and they were all just
standing at the foot of her bed watching her sleep.
This scared me as I slept in that room too. Never saw her though, phew! I did
hear my name being called twice in the house but chose to think it was my
imagination. Anyways, thanks for your time. My aunt and her husband has
passed on now and the house has been sold. But I will always hold those
beautiful memories in my heart. I have a feeling the lady spirit is now talking to
my aunt in their world, and now my aunt can actually talk back, as they converse
and watch over their beloved home together.
Three Latin Words & A Message Long Delayed For Delivery
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By ophelia1023
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(1 stories) (2 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2014-07-28
Country: Philippines
Paranormal Category: Apparitions / Voices / Touches

The experience that I am about to share happened when I was a freshman in a
campus university in Davao City. As foreword, I would like to say that I will try my
very best to describe the event and my feelings, etc., but please understand if I
have some issues with adjectives. Sometimes, words just don't cut it.
My classmate Anne, not her real name, and I were working on our respective
research papers in my room at the university dormitory. My three other
roommates went home for the weekend so it was only me and Anne at that time.
It was past 2am when I finally finished my paper. My classmate, on the other
hand, was still working on hers so I decided to lay on my bed for a while as I
waited for her. Being used to staying up late, I was not particularly sleepy but my
back had been hurting from laboring over the paper. After maybe 10 minutes
Anne was finally done with hers. She came over to my bed to lie on my side and
we began to talk about the contents of our research and about the coming
papers that we still had to do.
I would like to say that three words simply came to my mind and things began to
happen but it was not that simple at all. Even while Anne and I were conversing,
these three words had already begun 'swimming' in my mind as if trying to get
my attention or trying to tempt me to speak them. (Unfortunately, after almost a
decade, I can't remember the words anymore. Or should I say, whenever I do try
to dig deeper into my memories, I feel like something is barring me from
remembering them. Maybe it's my own fear.)
I was looking at the ceiling above me but, for the lack of word, my 'inner sight'
could 'sense' these three words forming and swimming in my mind. For some
reason, maybe because I was baptized as Catholic (though I no longer practice
this religion at present), I recognized the words as Latin. Or rather, it felt like it
was natural for me to recognize the words to be Latin. (No, I never had Latin
lessons.)
Anyway, the moment I allowed myself to acknowledge these Latin words and
spoke them in my mind, there was a sudden feeling that I was being sucked in.
The air turned really warm; similar to that feeling when you get yourself confined
in a very narrow space. It felt so warm, humid and almost suffocating. I could not
move as if the space did not allow it at all. As I was trying to understand these
sensations, Anne suddenly said, "Anong kailangan mo? Di mo ba alam na
nagpapahinga ako? (What do you want? Don't you know I'm resting?) "
Naturally, I did not understand what was happening. I didn't get why Anne was
saying that. Anne added, "'Nay, 'tay, okey lang ako (Mom, Dad, I'm okay)." I don't
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voice but at the same time, I could hear a male voice. It's like those movies
where there are two overlapping voices. Her voice registered as two in my mind,
yet only one; two distinct voices but only one, almost making it into a third voice.
This is the best that I can do in describing it.
By the way, all these observations and descriptions came only after the
experience. During the actual moment, I was a silent audience who was
wondering what the heck was happening. By Anne's second line; I was still
beginning to think that there was something weird about it, yeah, too slow.
As Anne (or whoever it was) said her last line, a picture appeared in my mind.
This time, the picture dominated this 'inner sight' of mine. There were three
people in the picture, all smiling and looking at the camera. I remember a woman
on the left and a man at the centre but I forgot if the third person was a man or a
woman. Somehow, the third person did not make an impression on me, genderwise. If my memory is correct, there was a time and date on the lower right of
the photo, just below the third person but it did not register in my memory. They
were wearing light yellow clothes, sort of a company uniform I guess. My sight
zoomed in on the guy at the centre.
As sudden as it started, everything stopped after seeing that photo. I felt cool air
rush into my senses and I had this feeling of sudden freedom. It was like I just
popped out a particular hole. Anne was talking normally like nothing happened. I
felt myself take a deep breath as if I hadn\'t breathed for a long time.
Maybe you could say that I'd just fallen asleep and that I was just dreaming.
Maybe I was just too tired from making those papers. Some people can even
diagnose it as a psychological issue or whatever. I, being a graduate from one of
the disciplines of the Social Sciences with a minor in Psychology and have done
personal research on the paranormal and metaphysics, can cross-examine
myself and provide so many possible reasons. However, I still dared to share this
story. I'm sharing this because it has been so long but I've never forgotten this
incident. Whenever I think about it, I feel a sense of guilt. I feel like I should do
something about his message. Honestly speaking, I find it stupid; the feeling
guilty part. I don't even know if it was a real case and I always tell myself that if
it was real, he didn't give me enough information anyway for me to deliver his
message. And he did say that he was okay. Then again, his mother and father
might not be okay... I don't know.
I posted this not to raise any assumptions or whatever but it wouldn't hurt if I ask
you to look at your albums and see if there are pictures like that in there. If not,
thank you for your time. If yes, well you now know his message. To narrow down
the search in the hopes of finding his parents (if it was indeed a real case), the
guy was obviously from the Philippines for speaking Filipino. If that's not enough,
the people in the picture looked Filipino to me.
Again, I am not here to advertise about myself or to make you believe that I
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want to free myself from this irrational guilt. If ever, maybe relaying his message
can soothe him, though he said he was okay, or his parents.
As for the three Latin words, I have tried to consult some people before but I
could not come up with anything, and I am no longer interested to know. I feel
safer this way. Even when a number of things have happened to me and I've
been actively researching about the paranormal, I am not really eager to
experience it since I'm a big scaredy-cat. So if ever you have some ideas about
these words, you can express the meaning but please don't tell the exact words
themselves. I just don't want a repeat of this incident. Thank you for taking the
time to read this.
My Vision
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By MODOC
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(1 stories) (3 posts) (the author is a senior adult)
Date: 2014-07-28
Country: United States
State: Oregon
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FORGIVE ME, I TYPE IN CAPS SO THAT I AM ABLE TO SEE WHAT I TYPE.
IT WAS MOTHER'S DAY, SUNDAY, MAY 10, 1992. I WAS IN WASHINGTON STATE,
'CHURCH OF CHRIST' CHURCH, WITH MY HUSBAND AND IN-LAWS. WHEN I
LOOKED UP AT THE STAGE, I SAW ON THE BACK WALL, A GLOWING WHITE, 20
FOOT CROSS. TO THE LEFT, AT THE BASE OF THE CROSS, ALSO GLOWING WHITE,
WAS A CHILD SITTING ON HIS FEET. HIS HEAD AND HANDS ARE IN THE PRAYING
POSITION, HEAD DOWN AND PALMS TOGETHER AT HEAD.
I TURNED TO MY HUSBAND, AND ASKED HIM, "CAN YOU SEE A 20 FOOT
GLOWING WHITE CROSS ON THE WALL AT THE BACK OF THE STAGE?" HIS
ANSWER TO ME WAS, "I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU\'RE TALKING ABOUT HONEY, I
DON'T SEE ANYTHING." I STARTED TO FEEL LIKE THERE WAS SOMETHING NOT
RIGHT HERE. I THEN TURNED TO MY RIGHT, TO MY MOTHER-IN-LAW, AND ASKED
HER, "DID YOU HAVE A 20 FOOT CROSS ON THE WALL, AT THE BACK OF THE
STAGE, THAT WAS RECENTLY REMOVED?" HER ANSWER WAS, "NO DEAR, THERE
WAS NEVER A CROSS ON THAT WALL. THERE WAS NEVER ANYTHING ON THAT
WALL. BECAUSE, THE BAPTISMAL POOL ENTRANCE IS AT THE BASE OF THAT
WALL, AND PEOPLE WOULD BUMP INTO IT AS THEY ENTERED THE POOL."
I HAD THOUGHT MAYBE THE CHURCH HAD REMOVED A 20 FOOT CROSS OFF THE
WALL THAT HAD BEEN THERE FOR SOME TIME. AND UPON its REMOVAL, THERE
WAS A BRIGHT WHITE PAINT BEHIND IT. BUT THIS WAS NOT TO BE THE CASE. NO
NEED TO BRING UP THE CHILD IN THE PRAYING POSITION I THOUGHT, WHEN
THEY COULDN'T EVEN SEE A 20 FOOT CROSS.
I KEPT BLINKING MY EYES, OVER AND OVER AGAIN. I RUBBED MY LEFT EYE. I
CLOSED MY EYES MANY TIMES FOR SEVERAL SECONDS, I LOOKED AWAY, AND
THEN BACK AGAIN SEVERAL TIMES. IT WAS STILL THERE. IT WOULD NOT GO
AWAY. I WAS DETERMINED TO BLAME WHAT I WAS SEEING ON MY FAULTY VISION.
A COUPLE OF MONTHS AGO I HAD EYE SURGERY, A CORNEA TRANSPLANT, ON
MY RIGHT EYE. I WAS SURE WHAT I WAS SEEING WAS DUE TO THIS. I WAS
CONVINCED THAT THIS MUST BE SOME KIND OF NEW FLOATER (DETACHED
DEBRIS FLOATING IN THE EYE) I KNEW NOTHING ABOUT.
NEXT THING TO HAPPEN, TWO WOMEN AND A MAN, WENT UP ON STAGE, AND
BEGAN TO PLAY GUITAR AND SING. SUDDENLY, THESE GLOWING, WHITE,
HOODED-ROBED FIGURES, FLOATED OUT OF THE THREE PERSONS ON THE
STAGE. THESE GLOWING WHITE HOODED-ROBED FIGURES FLOATED THREE FEET
ABOVE THE STAGE FLOOR. THEY FLOATED TO THE RIGHT EDGE OF THE STAGE,
WHERE THEY THEN DISAPPEARED. THIS HAPPENED OVER AND OVER AGAIN, TO
EACH PERSON, UNTIL THE THREE PEOPLE LEFT THE STAGE. I REPEATED
EVERYTHING WITH MY EYES. BLINKING, RUBBING, UP AND DOWN, SIDE TO SIDE,
OPENED AND CLOSED, LOOK AWAY AND BACK. NOTHING INTERRUPTED THE
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NEXT, FIVE PEOPLE WENT UP ON STAGE TO SING. THIS TIME, ONLY THREE
PEOPLE OUT OF THE FIVE PEOPLE, HAD GLOWING WHITE HOODED-ROBED
FIGURES FLOAT OUT OF THEM AND OFF STAGE TO DISAPPEAR. AND, WHEN
THESE FIVE PEOPLE LEFT THE STAGE, THIS WAS THE LAST I SAW OF THE
GLOWING WHITE HOODED-ROBED FIGURES. BUT, THE GLOWING WHITE CROSS
AND CHILD SILL REMAINED. I MAY NEVER MENTION THIS AGAIN TO ANYONE. I
UNDERSTAND NONE OF IT. SO HOW WOULD ANYONE ELSE UNDERSTAND IT, IF I
WAS TO TELL THEM.
NEXT, A MAN STOOD UP TWO ROWS BEHIND ME, ACROSS THE ISLE, AND A FEW
SEATS UP THE BENCH. HE WAS TALL, ABOUT 30 YEARS OLD, WITH BROWN
SHOULDER LENGTH HAIR. HE WAS DRESSED IN JEANS, A PLAID SHIRT, AND
SUSPENDERS. HE BEGAN TO SPEAK IN A NORMAL TONE. BUT, NOT IN ENGLISH. IT
WAS A FOREIGN LANGUAGE I HAD NEVER HEARD BEFORE, OR SINCE. I BEGAN TO
LOOK AROUND AT THE OTHER PEOPLE IN THE CHURCH. NO ONE, NOT EVEN THE
MINISTER, WAS LOOKING AT THIS PERSON. NO ONE RESPONDED TO HIM.
APPARENTLY, I WAS THE ONLY PERSON TO NOTICE HIM AT ALL. THIS PERSON
NEVER ONCE LOOKED AT ME, OR SPOKE TO ME. HE ONLY LOOKED STRAIGHT
AHEAD. WHEN HE WAS FINISHED SPEAKING HE SAT DOWN.
THEN I THOUGHT THIS MAY BE WHAT THE BIBLE TALKS ABOUT, SPEAKING IN
TONGUES, AND NO ONE THERE TO INTERRUPT. AGAIN, I AM FEELING THINGS ARE
NOT RIGHT AT ALL HERE. WHY AM I SEEING THIS? WHAT DOES IT HAVE TO DO
WITH ME?
AFTER WE LEFT CHURCH, AND ON THE WALK HOME, I ASKED MY MOTHER-IN-LAW
AND FATHER-IN-LAW, "WHO WAS THAT MAN IN THE PLAID SHIRT, AND JEANS
WITH SUSPENDERS, THAT STOOD UP TO TALK?" THEY BOTH DIDN'T KNOW. I
WISH NOW THAT I HADN'T DESCRIBED THE GUY WHEN I ASKED IF THEY KNEW
HIM. BECAUSE ALL THAT MY MOTHER AND FATHER-IN LAWS HAD TO SAY WAS. MY
MOTHER-IN-LAW SAID, "HE SHOULDN'T COME TO CHURCH LOOKING LIKE THAT.
YOU SHOULD ALWAYS LOOK YOUR BEST WHEN YOU ENTER THE LORDS HOUSE".
THEN MY FATHER-IN-LAW SAID, "THAT'S WHAT CHURCH IS FOR. IT'S A COME AS
YOU ARE, JUST SO YOU COME THING. BUT, NO ONE SAID ANYTHING ABOUT THIS
MAN WHO WAS SPEAKING IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE. NO ONE SAW OR HEARD
ANYTHING.
I RETURNED TO THIS SAME CHURCH ON THE FOLLOWING SUNDAY. THE SAME
THREE PEOPLE GOT UP ON STAGE TO PLAY GUITAR AND SING. BUT NOTHING AT
ALL HAPPENED ON THIS DAY. THERE WAS NO GLOWING WHITE CROSS, NO
GLOWING WHITE CHILD, AND NO GLOWING WHITE HOODED-ROBED FIGURES
COMING OUT OF PEOPLE.
I REALLY AM AT A COMPLETE LOSS AS TO WHAT TO THINK, DO, OR SAY AT THIS
POINT. I KNOW I WASN'T UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF ANY DRUGS, OF ANY KIND. I
KNOW THAT WHAT I SAW AND HEARD WAS REAL. IT HAPPENED IN BROAD
DAYLIGHT, IN A VERY PUBLIC PLACE. ALL THAT COMES TO MIND IS TO SHRUG MY
SHOULDERS, RAISE MY PALMS UPWARD FROM MY ELBOWS, AND SHAKE MY HEAD
SIDE TO SIDE. I AM THOUGHTLESS AND SPEECHLESS.

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TWO WEEKS LATER, MY HUSBAND AND I WENT WITH HIS PARENTS CHURCH
AGAIN. ONLY THIS TIME, WE WENT TO THEIR NEWLY BUILT CHURCH. AND AS WE
DROVE UP TO THE CHURCH, I IMMEDIATELY NOTICED A 20 FOOT WOODEN CROSS
HUNG ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE BUILDING. AT ONCE I SAID TO MY MOTHER-INLAW IN THE FRONT SEAT OF THE CAR IN FRONT OF ME, "AH, THERE'S THAT 20
FOOT CROSS FROM YOUR OLD CHURCH." BUT, SHE WAS QUICK TO CORRECT ME,
"NO, WE HAD THAT CROSS CUSTOM MADE BY A MEMBER OF OUR CHURCH,
ESPECIALLY FOR THIS NEW CHURCH." I WAS AGAIN COMPLETELY BAFFLED.
I COULDN'T WAIT TO SEE IF THE NEW CHURCH HAD ANYTHING UNUSUAL ABOUT
IT INSIDE. BUT, IT DID NOT. THERE WAS NOTHING, NO GLOWING WHITE OF
ANYTHING. THE PEOPLE WERE ALL NORMAL.
THE QUESTION I HAVE NOW IS... WHY ME? WHY DID I SEE THIS AND HEAR THIS?
WHAT DOES IT MEAN? AND IF I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS, THEN, IS IT
WASTED ON ME? WILL I SEE AND HEAR THIS AGAIN IN MY FUTURE? OR MAYBE, IS
IT FROM THE OTHER SIDE AS SOME PEOPLE CALL IT? NOW I HAVE EVEN MORE
QUESTIONS.
BY MICKI MILD-RED DAVIS
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Date: 2014-07-29
Country: India
Paranormal Category: Apparitions / Voices / Touches

Hi everybody I'm new to this site. I\'m new in writing my own story but have
been following all the experiences people share for a long time. I'm a big fan of
this site.
I will be narrating you the story which my uncle (dad's friend) narrated to me.
This story dates back to 2004. I still clearly remember the day he narrated the
story to me, and it gives me Goosebumps every time I think about it.
It was Sunday and I invited a couple of my friends to my house and as we were
all getting bored my uncle started sharing his experience with us.
My uncle was an English teacher teaching eleventh and twelfth year students. He
used to teach in a boys college. I have to describe this collage location for you to
understand the story better. This college is located in the outskirts of Hyderabad
City, it\'s exclusively a boy\'s college and it\'s basically a college plus hostel
campus. There are not many places around the collage, just empty space all
around. Just 5 miles away there's a small village. As the collage is located far off
the city my uncle along with some of his colleagues used to stay in the hostel. He
used to stay along with a physics teacher Mr. Hari and Sanskrit teacher Mr.Raju.
The hostel was not a pretty good one more so the water supply and cleanliness.
After 6 months my uncle and his two other friends decided to shift to the nearby
village and take a house there. They thought it would be nice to live in a house
rather than in a hostel room. So they took a two bed house in the village. It was
small but a nice and clean house. The house owner was an old widowed woman
who used to live next to this house. My uncle and Hari uncle shared a bedroom
and Raju uncle took the other bed room. Everything was fine for a few weeks
until one night Raju uncle woke up in the night and called my uncle and Hari
uncle. He said that there was something in his room. My uncle went and checked
but could find nothing. As he Raju uncle was scared my uncle slept in Raju
uncle's room that night.
The next few days there were no other experiences. My uncle and Hari uncle had
some work in the city so they left in the evening. Raju uncle was alone and he
slept in his room that night. In the middle of the night someone lifted up his cot
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the owner\'s house and he requested to let him sleep there that night. That kind
old woman agreed. Next day he explained what had happened to his friends who
arrived the next day morning. They really couldn't understand what was going
on. Raju uncle said he wanted to move back to hostel as he couldn\'t stay longer
in that house. But as the hostel was not a nice place to stay my uncle suggested
he stay with his friend, Murthy who lived in the very same village.
Murthy uncle's house is a very big house. It\'s a two storey building. They stayed
on the 1st floor and there's a big free space in front of the house full of mango
trees and neem trees and several other plants. Days passed by without any
events. My uncle and Hari uncle stayed in that same old place, but they never
experienced any paranormal activity, it felt strange that only Raju uncle had
those experiences.
One day the three friends decided to go to a movie. They went to city so it got
late when they came back to village. It was almost midnight. My uncle and Hari
uncle decided to drop Raju uncle first in Murthy uncle's house. So they dropped
him in front of the gate. You have to actually walk through the free space in front
of the house for about ten minutes to reach the house. So his friends asked him if
he could make his way or if he wanted them to accompany him to the house.
Raju uncle after a break was back to himself and he said he'd fine. So my uncle
and Hari uncle left.
Murthy uncle' house has a big balcony in front of the house. He arranged a cot on
that balcony for him and Raju uncle. Summers can be pretty bad in India and
there are power cuts. So the house would be very hot inside. He arranged a bed
on the balcony. Murthy uncle was already sleeping after arranging the bed for
Raju uncle by his side. Raju uncle started walking g through the trees and free
place. It was darker than usual as there were power cut and it was a moonless
night. He started walking slowly with his small torch in his hands. After a couple
of minutes he started feeling that somebody was behind him and following him.
He was so scared his heart started to jump he fastened his pace towards the
house without looking back. He reached the stairs and started climbing them
when all of a sudden he heard somebody calling him Raju...Raju...
His heart sank and he ran as fast as he could. He saw the bedding ready on the
balcony and jumped on to his bed and covered himself with a blanket. He was
sweating and breathing heavily. After ten minutes or so there was silence and
nothing else. He slowly took off the blanket to see what was happening and he
saw a white figure in the shape of a woman standing near his bed looking at him
and smiling weirdly. He couldn't bare it anymore and he started shouting loudly.
Murthy uncle and his family woke up to check what was happening. He was so
scared and crying as well as breathing heavily. They consoled him until he
calmed down. That white figure magically disappeared and no one else saw it.
Somehow that night passed. Raju uncle didn't stay even one more day in that
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My uncle and others were so shocked about the things happened, thy couldn't
understand why that thing was after only Raju uncle, so they made some
inquiries in village. To their shock they heard this story from villagers.
About ten years back there used to be an old woman in their village. She never
had any children but she was fond of them. She used to live all alone as her
husband died. She adopted an orphan and was happy with that kid. But
unfortunately that kid died in accident in a nearby village. That old woman was
so sad that even she died with that pain after a few months. That kid which she
adopted, his name is Raju. So from then on that old woman was after all the
people who had the name Raju in that village. So that's the story. Now Raju uncle
is in Hyderabad and has never experienced anything after he left that village.
PleDivine Intervention?
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State: California
Paranormal Category: Old Hags / Night Attacks / Sleep Paralysis

My story requires a little summary of my life experiences and of who I am.
Growing up I never really had a childhood. I was traumatized by countless events
and forced to endure many others that more than half the people on this site
ever go through. The experience I'm going to recount will really be nothing but
something interesting to me. (I will explain later, hopefully. Please excuse my
grammar.)
I have several paranormal experiences, but I will only recount the most
important, which is my sleep paralysis. Of course, this sounds like a normal thing
that often happens to unlucky people. But believe me, the events that happened
did make me think it was more than just my body.
My family is an evil sort. Their aura is very evil. In fact many priests and sensitive
individuals have said there was a curse in the family, which I believe to be true.
My uncles were all jailed most of their lives for either murder, drug abuse and
possession, or child abuse. The list goes on. But I think I could have broken the
curse put on my family, at least for myself.
My night terrors began when I was about three to four years old. At which I was
diagnosed with PTSD (again, troubled past). And they stayed with me until I was
eleven. Years passed and I had the occasional nightmare that I would just forget
in the morning. But the older I got, the worse they got. They eventually
progressed to the point I would wake up sweating. (Screaming was pointless to
me as I had screamed for years before in many countless dreams.)
The main experience I'm talking about started to occur around the eighth grade.
My sleep paralysis had appeared much more often than usual and in every
dream, the same thing. Eight to ten hooded shadows would appear before my
bed, and I would be held down by an invisible force. Every night it happened
there would be a struggle at which I would force myself awake. To force yourself
awake from sleep paralysis is quite a feat, but I have learned to do it in an
instant due to years of practice.
This encounter in my sleep would last for four years. And it would happen every
day. Each time I would wake myself and believe it or not, almost always at the
same time. The devil's hour. Regardless of the time I slept I would always wake
up at this time (3 am). If there was an hour change it would be at 2 am.
So I go about my life, struggling to just go to school, endure an abusive family
and have these nightly encounters. Well now here comes the juicy parts.
My life hit rock bottom in the 10th grade. My great grandfather died. My second
father other than my grandfather. It was devastating considering I felt I had no
one left to give me any form of support. I just wanted to give up. The three to
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life. It's not really important for this story, but let's just note I cried every day for
three years straight before I went to sleep.
During this time, the nightly encounters would stop coming. Probably because
whatever spirits there were, were enjoying my misery. After I finally escaped my
hell I would sleep to find nightmares of it or the usual encounters of the hooded
figures (they were really tall, I would say about 8 ft). Each night I would wake up
feeling tired of life and everything at the exact same time. Exactly 3 am or 2.
Well here is the experience that took me so long to get to.
One night, the year after I survived my "hell", the encounters happened again.
This night the usual encounters came along and held me down. At which point I
was struggling to wake myself up. But this night was different. They were there
and I felt that if I looked at them, their identities were to be revealed. Well this
night was the night they decided to force their way into my mind.
There's no way to describe the struggle. Being paralyzed yet managing to use
your mind to fight back the monsters or demons that were slowly forcing their
way in. I fought with all of my might, and I felt my mind caving in. I was
beginning to see images, of blood, fire, bodies piled on top of each other and
other things that I cannot remember nor want to.
As my mind was caving in, I noticed something at the edge of my eye, a pure
white light was slowly getting brighter and brighter through the window in my
room. When I felt that my mind was at it's weakest point, this light shone so
bright that everything in the area was engulfed in it. I could not see a single
thing besides the light. And the grasp those demons or monsters had on my
mind and body was suddenly released. I was able to get up and wash my face
with cold water. Believe it or not, that was the last time I ever had those
encounters. My nightmares disappeared after that, and even many years after, I
haven't had one encounter.
Whatever this light was, it was the greatest gift I could imagine. My mind was
finally allowed to rest for once and not have to struggle with another fight. But
with this light all serious encounters with paranormal events seemed to suddenly
stop. I can still read people's personalities by looking at them and their auras,
but I no longer sense entities around me (the bad kind). In fact I get the feeling
that whatever this light was, it stayed with me and is protecting me from any
soul or demon around me. Occasionally I would feel a presence of random spirits,
but then they would quickly disappear, never to be felt again.
The thing I want to ask is this. What was that light, and why do I feel like I have a
bubble around me, protecting me from everything. Should this be a bad sign? My
mother says it was a holy spirit, but what confuses me most is why won't let any
other spirits reveal themselves to me anymore.
I challenged my demons and won (literally). My nightly encounters were won
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I would sometimes feel a presence besides me, and it would fill me with a
strange warmth of happiness. But that's all I would ever feel. Call me crazy, but
all I want is an answer as to why I feel like I'm being protected.
I would like to thank you for reading this and say that I will be participating in the
discussions as to what this light was and what I should do about it. Also I would
like to say that I am not religious. I do believe in a god but I refuse to pray. As I
live by the motto that god is to be respected but not depended upon. For the
greatest gift is to stand on your own without support.
ase comment your views about this story.
.. Can A Spirit Attach To A Negative Household And Feed Off It?
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(2 stories) (6 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2014-07-29
Country: United Kingdom
Paranormal Category: Haunted Places

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I recently became good friends with a girl whose child has the same father as my
daughter. We figured it would be good for the girls to bond since they are
technically sisters.
We both lived in his house for a period of time and got to discussing about the
things that went on in the house. She lived there a year before I did. The father,
our ex is an abuser, rapist and groomer of young teenagers.
During our discussion about our time there it turned to unexplainable things that
had happened. Shadows, noises, etc. We found out we were both too scared to
stay in the back garden for too long as it felt there was something awful
watching from the second bedroom (where for me most of the activity took
place, and where the children had stayed when they had been in the house). We
both saw an apparition of an old rotten, long clawed man reaching out of the
closet in the main bedroom towards the bed which we were in. These are the
experiences we have in common.
Unless she hasn't told me all of it, I 'had it worse' so to speak. It came to the
point where I'd lie in bed and could hear the mumblings of 'it' talking to my
daughter at night and her talking back. I took her out of the room, the next day
the room was trashed. I'd feel like I was being touched, and was pushed down
the stairs, a 6ft shadow of a man walked toward me. It was so human shape I
thought it was my then fiance home and I turned fully around to say hello and it
disappeared.
In the end I did ask for advice either off here or another site, I can't remember
and ended up blessing the house. Anyway back to the main point.
We came up with a theory that there is some bad in that house, maybe a demon
or negative spirit and it feeds off the evil energy of our ex and the fear that is
created in that house.
We both agreed as soon as we both escaped the house and him that it was a
relief and moving into our new houses it was like complete peace compared to
the energy and atmosphere in his house. Would our theory be correct?

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By Lesbro
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(1 stories) (0 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2014-07-29
Country: United Kingdom
Paranormal Category: Apparitions / Voices / Touches

I used to live in this flat with my mum and cats in England, Essex. Not really sure
of the history of the flats or when they were built on with my story.
Probably about a month before we moved out I was about 11 at the time. I
sometimes slept next to my mum in her bed. This one night while I was sleeping,
in my dreams I could feel like a dozen hands tickling my back right on the spine. I
woke up and could still feel the tickling which went on for a while. I had my back
towards off the bed I and when looked behind me all there was was darkness. My
mum had her back to me so it wasn't her and obviously not the cats.
On my 15th birthday my mum had a date so that night my friends came over for
the night. One of my friends said he was tired whilst my other friend was playing
PS3 in my room. I told my friend he could rest on my mum\'s bed for a bit. After a
while we went and woke him up. Time was about 1.00am. We babbled and
talked. My friend said he had a weird dream that someone was tickling him, but
no one else was in the room at the time.
After we had moved out, I told my mum about the tickling and she said "oh I
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was haunted". We both laughed and never really talked about it again. But the
tickles were so... You could feel them so strongly on your back; it was creepy
waking up in the middle of the night like that. I wasn't ever sure if I was just tired
at the time and imagined it but it was coincidence that it had happened to three
people. I'm just wondering what could have been reason of all this?
Gray Mist On An Old Farm In October: Nellie?
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By BeaW
Date: 2011-09-19
Country: United States
State: Wisconsin
Paranormal Category: Family / Friends Visits

It was a sunny late October day many years ago. After a Sunday dinner at
Grandma's, we decided to drive about 25 miles into the countryside to visit a
great aunt and uncle who lived on an old farm along a ravine. It was a lovely
drive on a balmy afternoon. The leaves were crimson, gold and bronze; the smell
of wood smoke was in the air.
We arrived at the farm about 2 p.m. Aunt Florence and Uncle John was happy to
see us. Uncle John took my little brothers on a tour of the farm while Aunt
Florence entertained my mother, grandmother and me with old scrapbooks of
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We were all very interested in these old photographs. Like the farm itself, the
photos dated back to the Civil War era. Many were taken about the time our
ancestors moved to Wisconsin from New York State. That was the 1850s.
For the first time, I saw a photo of my great-great-grandfather, a union soldier
who died in 1862. But it was a packet of letters signed "Cousin Nellie," and dated
around 1910 that captured my imagination. "Did we really have a Cousin Nellie?"
I asked Aunt Florence. Neither my mother nor grandmother had ever mentioned
her.
Nellie, as it turns out, was the illegitimate daughter of one of my greatgrandmother's half sisters. She was raised by Franny, my great-greatgrandmother (widow of the Civil War soldier and Nellie's grandmother).
"We all loved her dearly, but she died so young," Florence told us. "She was only
20 at the time."
No one talked about her much, apparently. She died young and was not
remembered. I felt this deeply, being 17 myself and a bit of a drama queen.
Florence and John fed us an early supper and then went out to the driveway to
make our departure. Being a new driver, I had been promised I could drive home.
I climbed behind the wheel immediately, anxious to get moving while the adults
made their prolonged goodbyes and my little brothers ran around like crazy.
Sitting behind the wheel I saw a whirligig of smoke roll across the hood of the car
like tumbleweed. I was not frightened, just stunned. No one was smoking; there
was no fog. In fact, the sun was still out, just setting.
I've never understood this, and have even wondered if I could have imagined it. I
forgot about it, and went on with my life.
Many years later, I began working on a family history, sorting through old
pictures and dates and letters. A portrait of Nellie began to emerge: Hardworking with a sunny outlook and a sense of humor, Nellie was adored by all her
family and friends. What might have happened to her life had she not died of
consumption at age 20?
Although I live in a home Nellie has never visited, I felt her presence when I was
working on my genealogy. "Ok, Nellie," I said one day. "If you are really here, help
me get this house cleaned."
When I went upstairs later that day, my bedroom's hardwood floor had been
swept with a pile of dust puppies sitting in the middle of the room. Coincidence?
Maybe. But I like to think it was Nellie, always helpful.
And that whirligig of gray? I am convinced that was Nellie's sprit, pleased that so
many years after her death she had been discovered by a teen-age girl.
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By Jennifer40
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(18 stories) (198 posts) (the author is a middle age adult)
Date: 2010-09-20
Country: United States
State: Massachusetts
Paranormal Category: Haunted Places

In the early 1970s my parents bought their first home, a split level entry home in
a new neighborhood outside of Boston. The basement was unfinished and there
was a small room my Dad called the Mud Room to the left of the staircase. The
other side opposite the staircase was larger and used for storage. I recall at 5
years old sitting at my kids table coloring by myself in the Mud Room and
hearing noises like someone was moving boxes in the other side of the
basement. We did indeed have boxes in there that my parents had not gotten
around to unpacking. As a child I knew something was in there, however, I wasn't
scared of it really. I said out loud, "I can hear you. I know you are in there." The
noises of boxes being pushed around would stop for a few minutes and then start
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My parents had hired a sitter on a weekend and my sister and I were jumping on
my parent's bed; something they would never allow if home. We had shut the
door to their bedroom and were jumping away when all of the sudden the door
knob started to turn and release. It was if someone was going to open the door
but didn't. We ran out of the room expecting to find the sitter trying to scare us
but she was at the other end of the house sitting on the sofa reading a
magazine. She insisted she hadn't moved since my parents left. Unfortunately
my sister does not remember this event.
One night while in bed, a giant crashing sound came from the basement. My
father went down to inspect and absolutely nothing was out of place. Another
time I had been asleep when I woke to what sounded like someone sawing a
piece of wood with a handsaw. Our dog was asleep on my bed and he was now
growling with the hair on the back of his neck standing up. I was convinced
someone was breaking into our house. I called out to my father and of course as
soon as the words began to leave my mouth, the noise stopped. He went to
inspect and again nothing. I never heard it again.
I slept with the foot of my bed near the door. The hall light would always be on at
night and like most children it provided comfort to see it shining in the doorway.
One night I woke up suddenly and was frightened. I'm not sure why but
something didn't feel 'right' if that makes sense. The door was partially closed
obscuring the light from the hallway. I somehow mustered up the courage to
crawl down to the end of the bed and open the door so that I may better see the
hall light. I reached my arm out for the door (man, I'm getting chills just writing
this & it happened over 30 years ago) and the door was stuck. It wasn't budging.
This had never happened before. I placed my hand down on the floor expecting
to find a toy or some other object preventing the door from opening and... There
was nothing there! I scrambled back into bed and pulled the covers over my
head. In the morning I checked the door and it moved freely like always. Nothing
was in the way that would have prevented it from moving.
Whatever it was, it seem to like to mess with anything electronic. As I got older, I
got to move into my own room and out of the room I shared with a younger
sibling. One morning I woke up and the little lamp on the dresser was on. I asked
my parents if anyone had turned it on during the night and they both said that
they hadn't. Another time I had been in my room getting ready for bed. My Dad
had given me a tape recorder which at the time I thought was the coolest thing
ever (cable tv hadn't been invented yet). I had it plugged into the wall to charge.
I no sooner got into bed when I heard a strange sound. I turned on the light and
upon inspection it was the tape recorder almost set to record but the buttons
weren't pushed down all the way. This was what was creating the sound. It
appeared to be jammed.
Months later I had taken a book from the shelf in the room my sisters now shared
(the one with the door incident). I read the book and went to return it a little bit
later that afternoon. Once in the room I heard a strange noise behind me. We
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78 rpm records on it (remember those?). The needle had been placed on the
bare turn table and the noise I was hearing was the scratching sound of the
needle on plastic. The speed had also been set on 78 rpm which was odd
because we only had 45 rpm records. I went to go tell my Mom about it but she
brushed it off as something one of my sisters had done earlier in the day. Well
why was it that the first time in there I didn't hear it? Also, my sisters weren't
home when it happened.
Another night we had returned late from a party in New Hampshire. I got into bed
and could hear slow deliberate footsteps outside as if someone were walking in
gravel. As it was summer the windows were open. I got up to check outside to
see if anyone was there and the sounds stopped. I closed the windows but could
still hear the footsteps. In addition I could hear what I can only describe as the
sound a wooden ruler makes falling onto a hard surface. I'd check outside and
again nothing. It sounded like it was coming from the driveway. Even the dog
knew something was going on and walked around in the kitchen whining and
growling. I asked my father if I could sleep on the floor in their room and he told
me no. I was frightened out of my wits and he is sending me back to my room!
He tried to convince me that it was just the neighborhood kids up late and
messing around in the street. I knew better.
The hallway floorboards would constantly creek at night. I figured out that I could
recreate this sound by stepping in a certain area. There may not have been
anything paranormal about this happening and it could have had more to do with
living in a humid environment. Nonetheless it still used to scare me as a child.
During an afternoon after school, I estimate I was probably in the 3rd grade, I
was heading down our stairs to the basement and saw an outline of a very tall
featureless man heading towards me. I stopped abruptly and shut my eyes as
the figure passed right through me. Months later I was seated outside on the
front steps and saw the same figure outlined against the chimney on the house
across the street. It seem to start off small and get bigger until it reached an
inhumanly possible size. I ran inside and told my mother what I had seen. I don't
think she believed me though.
Here's where things get a bit creepy. Now, I cannot claim that there is anything
paranormal in what I'm about to say next but it is very weird. One November
morning my Dad sent me downstairs to get something out of the freezer. I was
probably close to 10 at this point. The freezer was kept in the back of the Mud
Room. In the middle of the room there was something small and white. I picked it
up and examined it. It was a human tooth. An incisor. This was not completely
shocking as myself and my two younger sisters were at the age when we were
losing teeth, however, when one of us did lose a tooth, it was a big deal. We
believed in the tooth fairy at that time and losing a tooth only meant one thing:
$! I showed my parents who knew nothing of why it would be sitting in the
middle of the floor. We asked our friends if they had lost a tooth. No one had.
During the same time next year this would repeat itself. Another incisor tooth in
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Everyone was questioned. No one had lost a tooth. Again, maybe a logical
explanation could be had by this but it was something upon memory still makes
me feel a bit uneasy.
As we got into our preteen years it seem that we were hearing lots more creaks
and bangs around the house. One summer we were playing hide and seek with a
few other of our preteen girlfriends. I hid in the closet in my sister's room and
could hear footsteps in the attic above me. I hightailed it out of there and yelled
to everyone to come outside. I explained what I had just heard. Everyone
thought I was nuts but I knew what I had heard. There were about 5 of us girls
and we tiptoed into the house, all of us listening when suddenly the footsteps
started again. Everyone ran down the stairs when all of the sudden the old rotary
dial phone on the wall in the kitchen came undone and fell with the line still
attached from the wall. The five of us ran down the stairs practically pushing
each other out of the way. My sister fell on the stairs which had the domino effect
on the rest of us who were behind her. We were terrified and waited outside until
my mother got home from work.
This is pretty much what I remember from that house. My Dad and I talk about it
sometimes and he also has told me of his own experiences there. He would wake
up in the middle of the night and hear his named being called. It was always a
childhood name he had and not his full name. No one called him by that name
anymore. He woke up once to a child next to his bed and thinking it was one of
us kids he asked if we were okay. The figure didn't speak to him so he reached
out and placed his hand on the top of this figure's head. It was ice cold. He
blinked and it was gone.
I asked him once why he sent me to my own bed when I was so scared and he
felt that I had to face this fear head on. I did that scary night and when I heard
the footsteps on other occasions I learned to ignore them. They seem to feed off
my fears. So, my question is this: could this just have been poltergeist activity
given that my sisters and I were young preteens when this started?
I've checked out the history of the land. There had just been woods there before.
A few arrowheads and old horseshoes were found in the area. We were right on
the Assabet River that also was located next to an old dump from the early
1900s. We used to find all kinds of things there. One point to note is that there
had been a huge fire in the area in the early 1900s (if I remember the date
correctly - it may have been earlier). Could the experiences have had something
to do with that? Some of the items we found in the dump were charred.
Anyways, thanks for reading. This is very very long I know!
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By Henleys
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(3 stories) (12 posts) (the author is a senior adult)
Date: 2012-03-07
Country: United States
State: Tennessee
Paranormal Category: Apparitions / Voices / Touches

My maternal grandparents are the only grandparents I remember (my paternal
grandparents had died before I was born). Ma and Pa is how we all referred to
them, and we only saw them when we visited occasionally because they lived in
another small town in Tennessee.
The main thing I remember about Ma is that she had suffered a disabling stroke
and was bed-ridden and unable to talk, and as a small boy, I was terrified of her.
When we did visit, I remember that she always wanted to give me, her youngest
grandson, a hug and kiss, but I was always reluctant because all I could see
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moaning and groaning sounds and I believed her to be a witch or something evil.
(Sorry, Ma, and please forgive me.)
I vaguely recall having seen Ma 2 or 3 times, but I distinctly recall the night (and
the next day) when my Mom got the call in the middle of the night that Ma had
suffered another stroke and wasn't expected to survive much longer.
My Mom, Dad, and some of my older brothers and sisters (2 car loads) headed
out, and being the youngest, I was thinking of this, not as an emergency or
tragedy, but as an exciting adventure and a chance to see my aunts, uncles, and
cousins who I rarely saw.
We arrived at my grandparents home just before daybreak. Some of my relatives
were already there, and I recall Ma's doctor was there as well (this was back
when small town doctors still made house calls).
I remember listening to the adults as they talked among themselves, and I
distinctly remember when my Aunt Rose arrived with my cousins, her children, in
tow. Someone asked her where my Uncle Marshall, her husband and my Mom's
brother, was and she explained that he had gone to work at a local truck stop to
finish some important task he had started the previous day and would be along
in an hour or so.
A while later, Aunt Rose called my Uncle Marshall's job to check on his progress,
and I remember to add to the commotion and excitement (to me anyway), Aunt
Rose became extremely upset during the phone conversation. After hanging up
the phone, she said that Uncle Marshall had had a stroke at work and had been
taken to the hospital.
My Mom took control of the situation. She insisted that Aunt Rose was too upset
to drive, and that she and my oldest brother would go to the hospital.
With my curiousity running amok, I begged to go along with my Mom and
brother. With my brother driving and my Mom in the front seat, I rode in the back
seat. While traveling along the lonely country road from my grandparent's home,
I became extremely sleepy from lack of sleep and the excitement of it all. I
stretched myself out on the back seat (this was before the current seat belt laws)
and almost immediately fell asleep.
I remember being woke up suddenly by my Mom yelling "WATCH IT!" and my
brother slamming on the brakes of the car. I was thrown from the seat to the
back floorboard from the forward momentem, and I distinctly heard a "thump".
My brother, with an upset and excited tone in his voice, said, "Oh my God, Mama,
I just hit that man."
I got up on my knees on the back seat, looked out the rear window, and saw
nothing. My brother got out of the car, looked underneath and all around it, and
checked the roadsides and ditches and found no one. He got back in the car and
he and my Mom both assured each other that there had been a man in the road
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With our nerves rattled, we continued on to the hospital only to find out that my
Uncle Marshall had passed away, and after we arrived back at my grandparent's
home, we learned that Ma had passed away during our absence.
So, in short, my Mom's mother and her brother passed away from strokes, and
their deaths made front page headlines in the local newspaper. It read "Mother
And Son Dies, Same Day, Same Cause".
A double funeral service was held, and after all was said and done, little was said
about the man my brother had hit with the car, with the exception that my Mom
said that she truly believed it was Uncle Marshall trying to get to his parent's
home so he could go with his feeble mother to the other side.
My lifelong regrets are how stand-offish I was to my ailing grandmother and that
I had gone to sleep and didn't see the man in the road.
Abducted By An Elemental Entity
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By lovebugs
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(3 stories) (31 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2010-10-21

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Country: Philippines
Paranormal Category: Non Human Entities

Before I proceed with my story I would like to clear some things up. First I am not
a good story teller and second I'm not even good in English so please, bear with
me.
So here's my story. This story was shared by our previous nanny, Jen. She was
only 19 (she's already in 20 now). This story is about her sister. Let's call her May.
May was said to be abducted by some elemental entities near their place. Jen is
originally from Samar (here in the Philippine, Samar is known for elemental
entities living in this place so as witches, shaman and something's like that). Her
family is still living there except for her older brother who already has a wife and
a family living here in manila. According to Jen, May was beautiful or should I say
gorgeous. Though they are all tan in complexion, May was the only white and she
even looked like the Sto. Niño with curly brownish hair. Gorgeous as Jen
described her.
Jen was only about 11 years old when she and the rest of her siblings were
playing hide and seek outside their house and some places behind the trees.
When night fell she and all of her siblings went back to their house except for
May. Their mother got worried and thinking that May was still hiding behind the
trees, Jen together with some of her siblings went out to look for her since she
was also very worried about her younger sister. Hours passed but May was
nowhere to be found. Their mother started to call out for their neighbors and
asked for help in looking for her young daughter. She was eventually found by a
neighbor, her foot was stuck inside a huge tree (I mean huge tree) in the forest.
According to her she was invited by a lady into the tree. Her mother got worried
even more.
Midnight came the whole family were sound asleep when they heard May crying.
Their mother switched on the light and cried with what she saw. May's back was
elevated from their bed while the rest or her body was still lying. May vomited
and even turned to violet. Their mother called a witch doctor and started a ritual.
The witch doctor said that an elemental entity in the tree was really fond of her
and she wanted May to come with her. The witch doctor could do nothing but
some rituals to save May. About 3 or 4 in the morning May died. She wasn't able
to hold on because of the pain.
During her wake, Their Grandmother was staring at the huge tree with tears
falling from her eyes. She then suddenly said "You were wrong". They were all
puzzled. "You shouldn't have embalmed her body. She was still ALIVE and was
only out of her body. The lady took her for a while and May would have returned
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They all cried with what they heard. When the grandmother was asked how she
knew that, she said that May was behind the huge tree, smiling with the tears
falling from her eyes.
I hope you like my story.
--GiNG
She Was Seeking Help
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By lovebugs
27003

(3 stories) (31 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2010-10-04
Country: Philippines
Paranormal Category: Misc

This story took place 4 years ago, When I was first year high school in one of the
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transferee back then. I had six great friends and they were really nice to me. We
were a very happy girls with no worries at all.
The school was having a sports fest that time so we had no classes. It was about
8:30 (or 9:00) in the morning. I was with 3 of my friends: Angelique, Nica and
Kim in the school's garden when this happened.
We were sitting under a huge tree in the garden near the convent. We were
having so much much fun, telling jokes and laughing out loud. Then we went
silent all of a sudden. In a blink of my eye, I saw a scene. A student about 15
years old was crying really hard, begging to someone to stop hurting her or
something. Then I opened my eyes. I was so nervous. After about 10 seconds, I
finally decided to close my eyes to see what was really happening to the girl I
saw.
And this is what I saw:
It was about 5:30-6:00 in the evening and the sun was already setting. There was
a 2nd year student who stayed late. The girl was tall for her age, she has a pale
white complexion and a pointed nose. She's like a spanish-filipina.
She was about to go home when she passed by the garden. There was a Janitress
cleaning and sweeping near the huge tree. The janitress was fat and short, she
has curly black hair. She was wearing a yellow orange T-shirt with our school's
initials at the back of the shirt.
The janitress approached the student. Then the next thing I saw was the girl was
begging for the janitress to stop hurting her. The girl was crying so loud so the
janitress took a large bark of a tree and started hitting her. Then the janitress
started raping the student! (that was the moment I figured out that the janitress
was a lesbian). When the janitress was already done, she was trying to hide her
crime by burying the girl. I can't recognize the place but in the scene it was at
the back of the school near the convent.
I opened my eyes. My friends were still silent. I got nervous even more. I want to
tell my friends what I saw but I don't want ruin our happy moment, but I can't
help myself. I finally told them what I saw. While I was narrating my friend
suddenly interrupt. "I also saw that Ging, The janitress was wearing a yellow
orange t-shirt with our school's initials at the back". I was shocked! Only the two
of us saw what happened! Then Kim suggested that we could try playing the
"spirit of the coin". We all agreed and started playing.
She said that her name is Emma Bwakasao. A 2nd year student. She died in the
year 1983 and she was seeking for help. We apologized because the only way for
us to help her is to pray for her soul, And then we simply ended the conversation.
Now that I'm already 17. I'm having a doubt if that really happened. Until I had a
contact with Angelique. She said that one of our teachers, Sir Vince told their
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to the convent. Sir Vince gave the exact description of the girl I saw 4 years ago,
It means that we saw the exact same girl.
Well, Sir Vince can see not only spirits but demons as well.
After this experience. I begun to see people's deaths. I've also tried reading
minds once which was an accident. I also started to see people whom I never
knew before. I can see them in my mind what they were doing without having
actually seeing them with my eyes. I've practiced this several times. People were
amazed and can't believe that I have such ability. I'm sorry forgot what this
ability called.
I hope you enjoy my story guys. Thank you for reading.

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