Theater Of Ghosts: Horror Story

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The scary room

My dad was dating a woman (let's call her Anne) in Rochester, NY. She lived in an old farm house. I don't even know where to begin with this place. Let's bulletpoint it out: 1) The basement looked like the basement in Stir of Echoes. Most of it was cement, except for "the scary room" which was a mound of dirt and sand. Weird and scary things would result if anything happened in that room, like having to run wires through it. Anne placed a chest-high piece of wood in the door frame to keep her animals from getting in there. It's worth noting that while her cat would go into the basement, her extremely loyal dog could not be made to go down the steps. That's when you know something's wrong. Anyway, Anne kept her cat's food dish on the top step to the basement. One day, she noticed a few pieces of the cat's food laying a couple steps down from the dish. Thinking nothing of it, she let it be. The next day, the food had moved down a step in the exact same pattern. Next day, same thing. Again and again until the food disappeared. Anne tried not to go into the basement as a matter of course, but had to soon thereafter to do laundry. She saw the cat food in the same pattern in the scary room. Blaaaagh. 2) Before my dad lived with her, she had a nightly routine. She would get in bed and read and then would turn on the t.v. (which was directly across from the bed) and fall asleep. Her dog would lie on the floor by her side. One night, she was reading and her dog jumped up and started barking at the t.v. Since her dog was generally hyper, she thought nothing of it—didn't even look up. But when the barking persisted, she looked at the t.v. The t.v. was off, but there were black and white images on the screen. They kept changing every minute or so—a church, a skull, etc. While she had experienced many scary things in her house, this freaked her out badly. She called my dad, panicking, and asked what to do. He said, "Take pictures!" She did. I've seen them. That t.v. was most definitely off and there were most definitely images on it. You can bet that when I stayed in their guest room for a Thanksgiving visit, I made sure the t.v. across from my bed was unplugged (not that it would've made a difference, but it made me feel better!), the lights stayed on, and the blanket was over my head all night. 3) Anne had a ghost travel with her to visit my dad one time. While it wasn't a mean-spirited ghost or anything, I still find that unbelievably creepy....so Paranormal Activity-ish. 4) I asked my dad what the scariest thing was that happened to him while living in that house and he said that one day, he was making a sandwich in the kitchen (which adjoined to the basement stairs, btw) and felt something hit his back and then heard it drop to the floor. It was a penny. "Weird," he thought. He started walking to the living room and something hit has back again. Same. Penny. Not cool, ghost. Not cool.

My mother worked in a daycare that had taken over the wing of an old school and the building is notoriously haunted with the ghost of the school's name-sake and founder, Colonel Walker. The attic of the building was used as storage for the daycare and many people reported small, fairly unobtrusive events while being up there, things like boxes shifting around behind you, drawers opening on the other side of the room where you were, curtains suddenly moving, the feeling of someone else being in the attic with you. But the kids were the most in tune it seems. I know that lots of the kids talked about "the old man" at the daycare (which was staffed entirely by women), and I have definitely seen the kids react by all at once looking to the door as if someone entered the room when no one had. Personally, I always felt as if someone was walking directly behind me whenever I had to go from one end of the hallway to another and sometimes I would hang out in the kitchen waiting for my mom to finish up work for the day while I finished my homework or something, I often felt like someone was there with me (I spent a lot of time there, especially in the summer when school was out, helping around the daycare). The most famous piece of evidence of Colonel Walker's ghost was a picture taken at Halloween of all the kids in their costumes. Right in the back, standing behind the children and looking straight at the camera, is the watery and somewhat blurred face and upper body of an older man. Like, you don't even have to squint or tilt your head to make out that it is there. Now I know that it could have been some bleed from some other photos or something, but I think, given all the other evidence it seems they got the Colonel on camera.

When I was 8, my family moved into an old Colonial that was built in 1810. My father still lives there. Until I was 17, every before I feel asleep, I would feel pressure next to me as if someone sat down on the bed next to me. This would always be accompanied with a feeling of increased pressure in the air. Although I knew this probably didn't happen to everyone, I didn't think about it much. Until I got a cat. He was a present for my twelfth birthday. Each night, he would sack out on the bed near my feet. Each night, he would bolt from a dead sleep and glare at something in the doorway before hightailing it out of there. A few moments later, the pressure would return. Again, while this was a weird thing to happen, I didn't really question it. Maybe the cat was just neurotic. I didn't talk about this nightly occurrence to anyone. However, I did refer this feeling/presence/what have you as "Charlotte." I don't know why. So one day in the summer when I was thirteen, an elderly man and his middle-aged daughter pull up to our house and explain that the father lived in the house with his aunt while he was a boy and that he raised his family there for a few years. They had been visiting family in the neighborhood, and they wondered if they could take a tour for old times' sake. My mom said sure. She, my sister and I led them around the house, and they recalled different memories. Afterward, my mom asked them if they remembered strange occurrences or stories about the house. "Like ghosts?" the old man asked and chuckled. His daughter became very quiet and said firmly, "It's not funny, Dad." The man explained that everyone who slept in one bedroom felt a little unsettled, and his daughter interrupted to say that she always felt as if someone sat on the edge of the bed and she tried to go to sleep. Her father said they used to joke that it was just his aunt looking out for them—his Aunt Charlotte. This confirmed what I had never admitted to myself. I had a freaking ghost that basically tucked me in at night for the previous five years. Still, going to bed was never freaky or scary. I just tried to ignore the feeling when it came. Until one night when I was 16. My parents had been going through a weird patch in their marriage, I was feeling depressed, and in general, it was a weird year. I went to bed; after about 20 minutes the cat took his typical bolting exit from the bed, and I felt the familiar pressure on my side. Then I felt a hand brush through my hair. Then I ran straight downstairs to the living room where my mom was dozing. She woke up when I burst in the room, saw my face, and asked what was wrong. I told her I had a nightmare and left it at that. I spent a week sleeping in the guest room. When I got the nerve to go back to my room, I was nearly asleep when I realized I didn't feel the pressure next to me. I did feel pressure in the air. I rolled on my back and saw the figure of a woman in her 60s, wearing a housedress, her hair pulled back in a bun, with her arms folded. She was looking right at me, very concerned. When I found my voice, she disappeared. I said out loud, "I don't care if you stay, but I can NEVER, EVER, EVER see you again." I never did. However a few years later, after my parents divorced and my dad moved in his girlfriend and her 4 year old son, I wasn't really surprised when she told me her little boy said a lady named Charlotte told him stories at night.

About ten years ago my 3 year old son and I moved into a new house. Well, it was new to us, but it was actually a very old house. The inside of the house always seemed to be just a little darker and a little colder than it should be. I had noticed that the first time I went to view the house but as it was summer I figured it would save on cooling costs. Soon after we moved in a friend of mine came by. We were sitting and talking for a few minutes but she seemed uncomfortable the whole time. Then I saw in her face that something in the other room caught her attention. Her eyes got big. She said "I have to go." I asked her what was wrong but she said she didn't want to tell me. I kept after her because her reaction was kind of freaking me out. On her way out the door she finally said "This house is haunted" but she wouldn't tell me what made her think so. Still to this day ten years later she refuses to tell me what she saw. About a week after that night my 3 year old son casually asked me who the old lady in the bathroom was. One day I was leaving for work but once I got to the car I realized I needed to run back in the house to get something. I walked in to the house and as soon as I got inside this framed photo on the wall shot off the wall. Now, I don't mean it fell because of some issue with the nail or anything like that. It shot horizontally away from the wall, not vertically down. And it landed on a mosaic table with enough force to break some of the tiles off of it. I felt like whatever was in the house was pissed that I came back in after it thought I had left for the day! After living in the house for about six months, I noticed a weird square cut into the boards on the deck. There was no handle but I was able to pry it up. The hole was just big enough to fit through, and there was a ladder going down. For some reason I went down and found myself in what looked like a homemade basement. It was basically just a room dug out of the earth, no constructed walls or stone supports or anything like you would expect if it was a basement that was built with the house. It was very dark but I could see over in the corner a suspicious-looking large stone. It looked like one of those light-colored 100+ year old headstones that you see in old cemeteries. Just then some camel crickets started jumping at me so I got my ass out of that "basement" as fast as I could and never went back. Now, this is the part that affected me most and the reason we left the house. One night I was in bed but not yet asleep, laying on my stomach. I heard someone walk into the room. I heard footsteps come from the doorway over to my bed. I didn't realize until later that the fact that I heard the footsteps was weird because the room was carpeted. When the footsteps reached my bed, I felt someone put their hands on my back. Two hands, just gently laid flat on my back and kept there. I assumed it was my son. I said "What are you doing?" but no one answered. I looked up and no one was there. I got up and checked my son's bedroom but he was in bed asleep. We moved out soon after that.

My daughter had a Thomas the Tank Engine toy given to her by my father before he died. The toy was battery operated and used to chug around tooting like a train.

After he passed away my daughter was forever playing with it so I took the batteries out for a while and told her it was broken to get some peace.

One day while watching TV the train started tooting again and moved across the room. When I went to check the batteries there were none in there. Then I thought to myself that it was probably just my imagination. But it kept happening for weeks until I threw the toy out.

Story Submitted by Rebekah, Cockburn, WA, Australia

I am into trying to talk to people from my family who have passed.

One night I was happily sitting on my couch staring up the hallway into nothing. I said "nan if your up there do something please". Almost as soon as I said that a floating black shadow like figure passed from my shower room into my parents room. I said once again, "if you're there nan please do that again" and, of course, it happened again but this time it was a little faster. I freaked out and sat away from the hallway door.

Later that week I was telling my good mate about it, but being a minimal believer in ghosts he did not believe me. I went home with him and before my mate could tell my mum what I said I saw, my mum said "Shaun, I saw a dark shadow about the size of my mum (my nan) float from the shower into my room”.

It's not scary, I am sure if anyone or anything was there - it comes in peace.

My English teacher has a friend called Anna. Anna is a housewife. She has a five year old son. Her husband, Josh suggested that they move nearer to the city. Anna found a place, a nice spacious apartment, which sells for a really low price, as they needed to save money for their son, Bob.

A week later Bob had a fever that wouldn't get any better. One night Anna found Bob sitting on his bed staring at something that she could not see, she asked her son why he could not sleep and measured his temperature. Bob said, “there's a green man over there”. Anna could not see anything so she went to the kitchen to get some water for Bob. As she stepped back into the dark room she could see a green, glowing man sitting opposite Bob. She was really frightened and called for Josh. That night the whole family sat on the sofa in the living room cuddled together.

The next morning Anna immediately sold the apartment, because the price was so low it was sold in 5 minutes. The moment the flat was announced sold her son's fever was gone. They then had to stay in a hotel for two weeks until they can find another place to live. Two weeks later, they moved in to a new flat, smaller but safer.

Shortly, after they settled all the stuff in the small flat, Bob stared at the door and said, “why don't you let the green man in?” Anna cried and told my English teacher the whole story (my English teacher then told us the story).

I had recently moved with my family from NSW to come live in a new house in Ballarat, Victoria.
Our new house was great and had been renovated from a 1920's cottage to a modern home.
My children (4, and 8) were really excited to move in. And this new town showed a lot of promise for my husband.
It was about 2 months before anything started happening. I was fast asleep one night after a long days work and woke up to some noises coming from the roof. It turned out to be a possum, but a few seconds after I woke up the lights flicked on. I thought it was just the 'possum', so I went and turned them off. Later on that night I woke again to my 8 year old screaming down the hall. Which was very unusual for him because he doesn't get frightened by anything. I went out and grabbed him and brought him into my bedroom. My husband and I asked what the matter was. He said he had felt something breathing on him. I thought it was probably his sister pulling a prank on him. But when I asked him abut this he said that he could see her in her bed whilst it was breathing on him. So I grabbed my kids and we all slept in my bed.

A month later my 8 yr old said it happened again but this time he could see the 'thing's' breathing on him reflected in his mirror, opposite his bed. He also said the breath was ice cold. So we decided to get rid of the mirror and move the kids into the spare room at the end of the house next to our bedroom, so that we could be closer.
After another month my 4 yr old who sleeps very deeply said he too had woken up to 'breathing'. I was now very scared for my kids because we had moved them closer to us yet it still happened. And my husband became very protective of them. So we moved their beds into our room, because our room was large.
Another month passed and then one night I woke to hot breathing on my neck! I was terrified. I looked at my husband to see if it was him, but he was facing the other way! I began to cry and woke my husband. He was horrified to see me in such a state. We then decided to check the kids and wake them up to tell them what happened, so that we could decide what we wanted to do. We all decided that the 'incidents' only ever happened upstairs so we moved all of our beds into the office room down stairs.
Another long month later we were woken again, this time to a sound like really muffled laughing. My husband became really protective and demanded that me and the kids go and stay in a hotel for a couple of weeks. But I refused because I didn’t want to leave him there and he said he wouldn’t come with us. So we stuck it out for another month.
This next month no 'breathing' or laughing happened but I did wake up one morning to find one of my daughter's Bratz doll sitting at the end of our bed with its head ripped of. That scared me and the kids but my husband said that it was better than creepy "breathing". So we let it pass.
The next month was the month of my daughter’s birthday and she was dying for a kitten. So we bought her one. It was only a couple of days after we got it that it began to act strangely. It would circle the bath tub when our kids were having a bath, it would sit outside our door when we went to bed, it would scratch at random doors and when we went to close them it would suddenly stop. So I decided to look it up. Apparently cats are very prone to sensing paranormal activity and ghosts. So we decided to use the cat as extra protection!
The next month many things happened, the breathing , the laughing, toys being destroyed, the cat acting strangely, our lights not working, our water not working and then on the last night of the month I woke up to my daughter demanding to sleep in my bed because she had a nightmare. I quickly went back to sleep because I felt safe and protected with my husband holding me. But I woke up again to see my daughter further away from me on the bed, staring at me with a giant smile. I blinked and all of a sudden she was sleeping peacefully. I had no idea what had just happened but I was deeply disturbed and for once in my life I felt like I could vomit over my baby girl!
The next final month I was researching our house on the internet and through the town library I was horrified to find that my apparent cute little cottage used to be an isolation prison for the mentally insane and many people had died in my house. And they didn't die normally they had been TORTURED! I was so scared for me and my family’s health once I knew that. Whenever I was alone I felt like someone was watching me.
A week after my discovery of the house's dark history, my boy was digging for worms in the back yard one day when he found small bones. So we got them checked out and it turned out they were human. That shook me and the kids up a lot. A couple of days after that my daughter’s cat was put out one night by her. We don't have any cat flaps or anything, but in the morning the cat was in our lounge room dead and completely bled out. My husband quickly cleaned it up because we didn't want to hurt my daughter. My husband and I came up with the theory that it got hit by a car, came inside and bled to death. But we only came up with that to stop us wondering.
On our final days in the house my husband told me that he woke up to sounds like scratching and a rabbit dying. He said it wasn't coming from the bedroom so he went to all the downstairs rooms in the house and finally the lounge room. He turned to the huge glass window and there was a grey figure pressing on the glass, blood running down its hands and its mouth. It was screaming in agony and its eyes were black. But then it was gone just bloody stains were left. My husband collapsed to the floor. That was enough for all of us. We quickly arranged for the house to be sold and in the meantime my family stayed in various hotels. We moved really far away to Perth, on the other side of Australia. We are know really happy and we made sure we bought and absolutely new house on an absolutely new block of land.
Tragically, about a month after our moving, we read in the news that the nice new owner of our house had been found dead in our/his lounge room. After this occurred a medium came to visit the house and had to leave straight away because there was such a vibe there. The medium demanded that the house and its grounds were destroyed and dug up.
I am extremely happy that I got my family out of that hell hole before that could have possibly happened to us!

I always believed in ghosts, in fact I had seen a few as a youngster. However, as I grew older, I didn’t give them much thought and when someone mentioned seeing one, I was always interested but skeptical.

Early in the year of 1998, my mother fell sick, it was very quick, one day she was here and healthy, the next, she was gone. I was distraught with grief, I was very close with my mum and not having her near by anymore made me go into a deep depression. I guess I just missed my mum.

One day after getting home from work, I was so exhausted that I just needed to have a quick nap before getting dinner prepared. I fell asleep almost immediatly and had the most vivid dream that I have ever had.

I was walking along the beach and in the distance I could make out a small lady sitting by the water, she had no socks or shoes on and she was letting the water trickle over her feet. She looked relaxed, yet happy. As I neared the woman, she became familiar, it was my mother. She was glowing with health. She stood up and raised her arms out to me. We embraced for what seemed a long while. I asked her, what was she doing here and she answered she didn’t have a long time to spend on the beach and just wanted me to know that she was doing OK. I could see she was holding some sort of package in her hand. It was wrapped in pink wrapping paper, with a large silver bow attached to it.

She told me it was time for her to go, we embraced for the last time. As she started to walk away from me, she held out the package and said. “I was so happy to see you that I almost forgot to give yo this”. She handed me the parcel and walked away. Her long hair was blowing in the breeze, she looked so peaceful. Then she just disappeared. I sat by the water in the exact position where my mother had sat. I opened the parcel, inside was a lovely light blue jumper, with the word ‘Love’ written across the bottom.

I woke up and just started to cry. The dream had seemed so real, I remebered the smell of the beach, the fabric of the jumper, the touch of my mother. That same day, I recieved a package from my aunt who lived in a different state. On the card it said, “I saw this and just thought of you, hope it fits.” I tore open the parcel and there inside was the same, blue jumper with the word ‘Love’, written at the bottom. I couldn’t believe it!

The dream I had WAS real and this beautiful blue jumper was a gift from my mother, that I shall chersih forever.

The very first things I remember is during my life in our old apartment in Incline Village near Lake Tahoe. Back then I had to share a room with my sister, and every few nights I would wake up and here this knocking on the door across the room. But, since it was always late at night I never woke up my older sister and ignored.

There was this one night though, I woke up to the door open and the light shining in. And I saw my sister go up to the door and ask “Hello?” Then I could see this tall man in this old 1920′s attire carrying a briefcase turn and look at her and smile and walk down the stairs towards the living room and kitchen. Then my sister shut the door and went to bed. The living room and kitchen areas were also the places everybody avoided, no one would watch TV, it was always colder there than anywhere else year round and it’d always feel as if someone was watching you angrily.

There was also other weird things about the place that, at the time, I just found confusing or cool because of my young age. The most common thing however was that… everyone in the family except my dad and brother would hear our names being called into a room, in the voice of someone else in the family, usually my mom or dad. Of course, there would be no one in the room the voice came from. And it either happened that, the person who called us wasn’t home or in a completely different room.

The thing that’s most vivid in my mind about that apartment is this one time I was playing with my toys on the small balcony out of my mom’s room. I was playing with my little Hunchback of Notre Dame Disney toys, then I said something along the lines of,”I’m bored. I wish someone would play with me.” As soon as I did that, my Captain Phoebus toy floated in front of me and onto the other end of the balcony and fell. I think I broke my arm a few days after that and my parents moved us out of that place.

My family has a holiday house in Philip Island where our whole family spends New Year’s Eve and the summer holidays. It’s a very old house I’m not sure how old exactly but it would be at least 90 years old. Before we bought the house it used to be a bed and breakfast guest house. The house has a big old kitchen, an open fire place in the lounge room, all of the rooms have different names there’s the blue room, yellow room, pink room, violet room, and the green room. There is also a big veranda at the front of the house.

Our parents love having fun telling us about all the ghost related stories in that house.

When we were really young my sister was sleeping in the pink room and she could not sleep so my mum went in with her. Mum said that she heard furniture moving on the veranda and she would look but no one was there. She said she felt like something was there with her and she woke up with a cold the next day. When my dad slept in the pink room he felt extra weight on top of him all night.

My mum and some of her friends went to the house for a weekend away during the winter holidays, mum immediately claimed the blue room as she did not want to sleep in the pink room. One of her friends decided to sleep in the pink my mum had not told her about any of the experiences. She also felt like something was there with her and that someone was moving furniture on the front veranda she would look and nothing was there, about five minutes later she would hear the same thing. She also woke up feeling sick.

My mum and my aunty Kelly decided to take us kids all down there during the winter holidays (the house is even eerier in winter). As always my mum claimed the rooms up the back end of the house. Kelly was sleeping with my cousins in the green room but was uncomfortable, so she went into the pink room looking for a better night’s sleep. A little while later she heard furniture moving on the front veranda but no one was there. She was still tired so she tried the violet room (which is next to the pink room) but the whole room was icy cold and she also felt extra weight on top of her. That same winter mum Kelly and their other sister went down. The first night they went out and the door was left wide open when they got home. The next night they went out and made sure they locked the door but when they got home they found the door left wide open.

When my grandpa’s sister came from Greece she slept up the back in the yellow room, where she heard footsteps all night. In the morning she said that she felt like someone was watching her. My uncle does not believe that our house is haunted; well at least he won’t admit it. Last year just before he went to bed he had to go to the toilet. After he went he flushed the toilet and then he saw a shadow touch his leg, he looked but there wasn’t any one there, a single chandelier started swinging back and forth and around 30 seconds later the toilet flushed by itself. This year he went to the toilet in the same room. He went back to bed and around five minutes later the tap was on full blast.

This year, as we are all older, we did not all fit in the pink room so only me, my sister and my cousin slept in there. We were already scared because we had heard stories about that room. We were all asleep and then I woke up and I started hearing furniture moving on the veranda, I was terrified but also excited as I had finally heard the ghost. I might have imagined it because I had heard a lot of stories about people’s experiences but it sounded so real. I just lied there really quietly and then around five minutes later I started to hear a “tick, tick, tick.” sound then five minutes after that the furniture moved again, I was really freaked out so I woke my sister up and it stopped.

A few weeks later we went back down to Philip Island. This time my sister and I slept in my mum’s room as we were too freaked to sleep in the pink room. My dad was supposed to come down that night. At around 12:30am we heard someone out the back trying to get in. We thought it was dad so mum sent him a text message asking where he was, he replied that he had just left Melbourne. We all just stared at each other speechless.

For some reason we all seem to think it’s a female, it’s just the feeling we get. Hopefully next time we go down I won’t be as scared. I have accepted the idea that we are not the only ones in that house.

I had recently moved with my family from NSW to come live in a new house in Ballarat, Victoria.

Our new house was great and had been renovated from a 1920′s cottage to a modern home.
My children (4, and 8) were really excited to move in. And this new town showed a lot of promise for my husband.

It was about 2 months before anything started happening. I was fast asleep one night after a long days work and woke up to some noises coming from the roof. It turned out to be a possum, but a few seconds after I woke up the lights flicked on. I thought it was just the ‘possum’, so I went and turned them off. Later on that night I woke again to my 8 year old screaming down the hall. Which was very unusual for him because he doesn’t get frightened by anything. I went out and grabbed him and brought him into my bedroom. My husband and I asked what the matter was. He said he had felt something breathing on him. I thought it was probably his sister pulling a prank on him. But when I asked him abut this he said that he could see her in her bed whilst it was breathing on him. So I grabbed my kids and we all slept in my bed.

A month later my 8 yr old said it happened again but this time he could see the ‘thing’s’ breathing on him reflected in his mirror, opposite his bed. He also said the breath was ice cold. So we decided to get rid of the mirror and move the kids into the spare room at the end of the house next to our bedroom, so that we could be closer.

After another month my 4 yr old who sleeps very deeply said he too had woken up to ‘breathing’. I was now very scared for my kids because we had moved them closer to us yet it still happened. And my husband became very protective of them. So we moved their beds into our room, because our room was large.

Another month passed and then one night I woke to hot breathing on my neck! I was terrified. I looked at my husband to see if it was him, but he was facing the other way! I began to cry and woke my husband. He was horrified to see me in such a state. We then decided to check the kids and wake them up to tell them what happened, so that we could decide what we wanted to do. We all decided that the ‘incidents’ only ever happened upstairs so we moved all of our beds into the office room down stairs.
Another long month later we were woken again, this time to a sound like really muffled laughing. My husband became really protective and demanded that me and the kids go and stay in a hotel for a couple of weeks. But I refused because I didn’t want to leave him there and he said he wouldn’t come with us. So we stuck it out for another month.

This next month no ‘breathing’ or laughing happened but I did wake up one morning to find one of my daughter’s Bratz doll sitting at the end of our bed with its head ripped of. That scared me and the kids but my husband said that it was better than creepy “breathing”. So we let it pass.
The next month was the month of my daughter’s birthday and she was dying for a kitten. So we bought her one. It was only a couple of days after we got it that it began to act strangely. It would circle the bath tub when our kids were having a bath, it would sit outside our door when we went to bed, it would scratch at random doors and when we went to close them it would suddenly stop. So I decided to look it up. Apparently cats are very prone to sensing paranormal activity and ghosts. So we decided to use the cat as extra protection!

The next month many things happened, the breathing , the laughing, toys being destroyed, the cat acting strangely, our lights not working, our water not working and then on the last night of the month I woke up to my daughter demanding to sleep in my bed because she had a nightmare. I quickly went back to sleep because I felt safe and protected with my husband holding me. But I woke up again to see my daughter further away from me on the bed, staring at me with a giant smile. I blinked and all of a sudden she was sleeping peacefully. I had no idea what had just happened but I was deeply disturbed and for once in my life I felt like I could vomit over my baby girl!

The next final month I was researching our house on the internet and through the town library I was horrified to find that my apparent cute little cottage used to be an isolation prison for the mentally insane and many people had died in my house. And they didn’t die normally they had been TORTURED! I was so scared for me and my family’s health once I knew that. Whenever I was alone I felt like someone was watching me.

A week after my discovery of the house’s dark history, my boy was digging for worms in the back yard one day when he found small bones. So we got them checked out and it turned out they were human. That shook me and the kids up a lot. A couple of days after that my daughter’s cat was put out one night by her. We don’t have any cat flaps or anything, but in the morning the cat was in our lounge room dead and completely bled out. My husband quickly cleaned it up because we didn’t want to hurt my daughter. My husband and I came up with the theory that it got hit by a car, came inside and bled to death. But we only came up with that to stop us wondering.

On our final days in the house my husband told me that he woke up to sounds like scratching and a rabbit dying. He said it wasn’t coming from the bedroom so he went to all the downstairs rooms in the house and finally the lounge room. He turned to the huge glass window and there was a grey figure pressing on the glass, blood running down its hands and its mouth. It was screaming in agony and its eyes were black. But then it was gone just bloody stains were left. My husband collapsed to the floor. That was enough for all of us. We quickly arranged for the house to be sold and in the meantime my family stayed in various hotels. We moved really far away to Perth, on the other side of Australia. We are know really happy and we made sure we bought and absolutely new house on an absolutely new block of land.

Tragically, about a month after our moving, we read in the news that the nice new owner of our house had been found dead in our/his lounge room. After this occurred a medium came to visit the house and had to leave straight away because there was such a vibe there. The medium demanded that the house and its grounds were destroyed and dug up.

I am extremely happy that I got my family out of that hell hole before that could have possibly happened to us!

I would be sleeping over at my friends, watching a film, doing nothing but sitting on the couch and chilling.

It would be around 1:30am and we could hear her father Snoring loudly in his bedroom asleep. I turned my head to the left and I could see my friend’s Father standing there, staring at us, doing nothing..

That’s when I tapped my friend on the arm and asked her if she could see it. She said yes. We could still hear her father snoring and he was standing there. It was terrifying! We both covered our eyes and then looked again he was not there and her father would stop snoring, then start again.

It was very weird. IT happens occasionally and we are not the only people who see the man.

My mother died very sudden and fast in January 2000 on a cold Friday Morning, by Tuesday we had her buried. I was staying in her house keeping my Father company along with my two children. The next day my children went up to visit their uncle not far away and my Father had things to do so my neice and I remained at the house. I was still numb with shock and a headache to match. My niece, who was fifteen at the time, had Mtv on (a music station) she had it blarring and I gave out to her to turn it down as a mark of respect to my Mother.

All of a sudden we heard loud knocking up above us, we turned down the music, it was coming from my Mother’s bedroom. I began to climb the stairs with my niece hiding behind me. I thought it was a burgular and was quite scared, when we heard three knocks at the door. My niece ran down the stairs opened the door and left me there. I stood on the landing shaking and then it dawned on me. It was my Mother warning my niece to turn down the music as this was her house. I laughed out loud ‘ ok Mum you got your message accross’. I sat back downstairs and heard like someone walk across the floor and get into bed.

Later that evening my Father rang me, he had not been in the bedroom since my Mother died but had to get something, when he entered the room, the blankets on her side of the bed were pulled back and her locker door was open. I lied and said he had done it ealier when I was there, but we both knew no one had gone into that room since she died.

Red Faced Entity

This actually happened just then and it has left me quite shaken.

This morning while getting ready, I began to exit the bathroom when I suddenly saw a red face glaring at me from the reflective mosaic tiles on the bathroom walls. I was really shocked and just tried my best to dismiss it.

Just then, I was sleeping with my boyfriend and something hit my face. It felt like a slap so I yelled at my boyfriend but he insisted it wasn’t him. Upon falling back asleep I suddenly began hearing a loud static noise and my hands began to reach for my neck and I started strangling myself. My boyfriend was sound asleep and I couldn’t scream. During this process a face kept flashing before my eyes and my whole body was paralysed except for my foot. I kept trying to nudge my boyfriend but he wouldn’t wake up. The ordeal ended when I began to pray, I felt it weaken but not as much as other spirits did when I would pray so I began to feel this entity was particularly strong?

But I managed to weaken it enough to scratch myself which woke me from the state. Upon waking it said profanities at me which increasingly got louder and louder so I screamed back in anger and woke my boyfriend. He hugged me and as he did I felt another body pressed against mine and I heard a voice whisper mocking compliments in my ear, about how my hair was beautiful and I got a message from the entity that he wanted to rape me. I’m not sure if that is possible.

This wasn’t my first encounter but it is definitely my most frightening. The thing that scared me the most was that my family are Chinese Buddhists so they got a monk to place pieces of paper around the house and cleanse the room so no spirits can enter. Does this mean they are weakening or did I just have sleep paralysis? I’m praying its the latter…

have been reading a lot of these stories over the last couple of days. Some of them very interesting, and others not so much. I am now going to tell you my story, and I hope at best you find it intriguing. It’s a true story, and I wasn’t the only one there.
Anyway the location is Mallow, County Cork, Ireland. The year is 1986. It was the summertime and I was 15 at this time. A group of us, including my best friend, decided to go camping on the castle grounds by the river. There are two castles there, the oldest was built around 1598 I believe. So we pitched our tent under what was known as the “hanging tree”. Whether they hanged people or not from the tree in times gone by, I really don’t know. Now as far as I can remember, I’m going to say it was between twelve & one o clock in the morning, a warm clear night.
So there we are, about 4 of us boys just sitting around messing about, when suddenly a short distance away, someone appeared with a white sheet over their head. Our reaction was to laugh. A sad attempt to scare us we thought. It turned out that the “ghost” was a friend of one of our group, in fact there was three of them, and they all sat down with us for more general horsing about and banter. But what happened next, I will never forget.
A short time after our friendly “ghost” appeared, another showed up, in exactly the same spot. As true as night and day, it looked exactly like someone was just standing there with a white sheet over their head, at a distance of about 30 yards away. Anyway, just like the first time, we all jeered and laughed at this pathetic attempt to scare such hardy bucks, and wondered “who” was it this time under the sheet? And where were all these white sheets coming from?
And then… Whatever it was we were looking at, just seemed to expand taller and wider into what I can only describe as a white fluorescent mass, like a cloud, but I remember it was glowing and seemed to now travel slowly toward us. Well I have to say… At this point, I nearly crapped myself. We were all terrified. We just wanted to be gone from this place, where we all had been a thousand times before. But we were surrounded by a mass of overgrowth of bushes, trees, weeds & foliage.
So at that point we had to travel toward this strange sight a little ways to get back onto the path and away. So off we went all in a line, I think I was somewhere in the middle. I grabbed onto whoever was in front of me and kept my head down until I got to the path, and then turned and we were away. We ran for our lives. No Olympian was going to outrun us that night. And as we ran terrified towards town I remember someone yelling behind me “WE HAVE TO GO BACK, OR IT WILL HAUNT US FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES,” which I find comical now looking back on it.
Needless to say, we never went back, not that night anyway. But I do remember we did go back a few nights later when we got a bigger posse together and felt a bit braver, and we all stood under the hanging tree like a bunch of morons and waited to see if this thing would return, but it never did.
Maybe there is a logical explanation for what we saw, but I like to think there was something supernatural about it. I have to say I never saw anything like it since, and probably never will again. I hope I do, but I would most likely just run away again. Thank you for reading my story. Please let me know what you think.

There are too many things going on in my house right now to remember them all. So this story may be continued in other posts later on.
It started about two or so weeks ago. My friend B, who was the friend who join me in the creepy old house story awhile back was at my house again. Usually the weirdest things happen at my house when she is there. Things at don’t normally happen.
One thing was that she refused to sleep on my other sofa. To get the picture, I will try to tell how my living room looks. There are two sofas, one is facing toward the back wall, and the other is facing the side wall/the first sofa. The second sofa is up against the right side wall, and is right next to the small hallway that leads to the bathroom. That hallway is always dark (since there is no light in there) and I’ve always felt a little creeped sitting on that sofa, but I usually ignore it or sit on the other one.
So I understood when she asked if I could sleep on the sofa I was going to sleep on (it’s a two recliner sofa, so it wasn’t much of a problem). Well I went to sleep at about 9 (I’m really not good at staying up) and my friend went to back after the movie was over.
It was about 12 or so when she woke me up. I looked over at her, “What?” “I keep hearing noises!” She said. Well, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for noises to be heard in an 120 year old house. So I told her it was just the house, or mice and not to worry about it, and go to sleep.
“But, just listen. I keep hearing banging from upstairs.”
I believed her, and I knew she thought it was ghost or something, but I was trying to sleep, and I didn’t want to worry about it then.
So I grabbed her hand, and told her not to worry and I was going back to sleep (I’m really mean when I’m sleepy) but as I was about to go into the sleep state, I heard a really big bang from the ceiling in the corner of the room. If you were to look at the plan of the house, you would know that the spot where I heard the bang was about at the top landing of my stairs. I held B’s hand really tight, and whispered, “I heard that.” Then went to sleep.
In the morning, I asked if she still heard the banging after I fell back asleep. She said no not really. I told her I believed her, and but it’s not going to harm you at all.
It was then that she told me that she was beginning to think she was a conductor since every time she came to my house something weird ALWAYS happens. I don’t know, but I really believe her now.
I will post more about what’s happened after she left that night.

well 1st time when i was in matric or F.Sc, i had pet pigeons in the mumty of our house. one night my pigeons were very disturbing and i went on there to chk on them , then i sensed some intruder and went out on roof , some one there tried to hold me from behind and i grabbed that hand and flattened / patakhana that thing on the floor . that thing got up and said shah sahab its u. i saw a very pretty white and slim girl with black maxie type dress and long slender fingers . i thought that the same girl was some neighbour’s kid. so i asked her what she was doing there and she said i was humting for meal , i asked her to get away immediately from my area and never come in this area again or i will burn her , she said yes and just jumped like a frogon the roof of mumty and the jumped again and vanished . i then realized that this was not a girl but a daemon/churail, i suddenly recited kalima and durood sharif and ayat ul kursi , closed tightly the mumty door and came down , told my mom who recited a few ayats from quran to make a protective fortification around our house , and so it was done , i was a little scared later on but it was nothing as i recited ayat al kursi and ayat kareema before sleeping .
then when we moved in the present house we live in i had to ask the family of these creatures to shift from the area to a nearby tree as now we were the legal occupants, the family head was a good thing and did as told and moved his family immediately . JINS.
then three recent citings of a churail in my office area but i think she is harm less , so we are allowing her to let her be .

Anand is my best friend since school and one of the few ones whom I have been in regular touch. Like me, Anand too is interested in the paranormal and we have experienced one such occurrence together as described in my story “The Ghostly Hitchhikers”. Anand and I are both Engineers by profession and hence life is very hectic. We rarely get a chance to meet each other though we are in constant touch on phone or via e-mail.
This incident happened couple of years back when we were in Mumbai, India. Due to a couple of public holidays in India falling in line together, we had a long weekend of around five days ahead of us. Since we had not taken a holiday for quite sometime due to our busy schedules, my wife immediately suggested that we go to a beachside resort for a couple of days to unwind. I immediately called Anand to check his availability. Anand and his wife Jyo immediately agreed and the plan was finalized within minutes.
We decided to go to a beachside resort at Murud which is around 180kms away from Mumbai and takes around 3 hours to reach. Murud has a pristine beach and is a very popular destination among tourists. There is also a fort named Janjira in the middle of the sea. Janjira fort is also famous for being the only fort along India’s western coast that remained undefeated. Since all of us are interested in history, it seemed like an interesting proposition for us. Another thing to be noted at this point of time is that Murud is just 7kms from Kashid and one has to pass through Kashid to reach Murud. The highway leading to Kashid is where we had met the Ghostly Hitchhikers a couple of years ago. Though this incident was at the back of our mind, we nevertheless decided to go ahead with our plan.
We started for Murud at 7.00 am in Anand’s “4X4″ SUV. It was a clear morning and we managed to reach the resort at around 10.00am. Anand and I were very careful not to mention our previous experience to our respective spouses since it would frighten them and dampen their spirits. We checked in at the resort which was really very beautiful. It was situated on a hill very close to Murud beach. It had a great sea facing view from the front and a dense forest cover at the back which made us feel one with nature. We immediately rushed to the beach where we had a great time swimming and splashing around in the water. We came back to the resort at around noon, had a quick lunch, rested for a while and then set off to see Janjira fort which we were all anxious to see. The visit to the fort was great and we were back in the hotel by around 8.00pm. After a lavish dinner consisting of several local delicacies we decided to retire to our rooms. I was tired but Anand insisted that we go to his room for a game of cards before hitting the sack. My wife and Jyo too didn’t mind and so we went to Anand’s room.
Immediately after entering his room I suddenly felt a chill in the room which made me feel uneasy. I told Anand about it but he shrugged it aside and suggested that it might be the cool sea side breeze which might have made me feel that way. We played cards for around 2 hours and really had fun. At around 12. 00 am we decided to call it a day. We had however not reckoned that this would be the start of our ordeal and chilling events to follow.
The long day had taken its toll on us and my wife and I immediately fell off to sleep. It must have been around 1.30am when I heard a knock on my door. I cautiously opened the door and was surprised to find Anand outside. He looked a little worried and told me that after we left Jyo suddenly started feeling very cold and started shivering. Anand had found it surprising since he felt no such chill. I asked my wife who is a doctor to accompany me to Anand’s room with her medicine box. Upon entering his room, I felt uneasy and could immediately sense that something was amiss. Two woolen rugs had been wrapped around Jyo but she was still shivering and her teeth were literally chattering. When my wife examined Jyo, she was stunned to find that though Jyo was feeling feverish and her body had become icy cold. Shrugging aside her fear my wife gave her a couple of tablets which would put her to sleep and give her a much needed rest. We did not want to leave Anand alone in this condition and decided to be with him. This was perhaps the best decision which I took considering the events which happened subsequently.
Anand was sitting on the bed, caressing Jyo’s hand gently to put her at ease. My wife and I made ourselves comfortable on a couple of chairs available in the room. It was around 3.00 am, my wife had dozed off and I was about to follow suit when something really creepy happened. Jyo suddenly sat up straight in her bed with a look in her eyes which we had never seen before. Anand, who was sitting beside her tried to put his arm around her to comfort her. She suddenly shrugged herself free from Anand, caught him by the neck and pushed him. The force with which Anand was pushed was so great that he was literally flung like a puppet, six feet away from the bed. To do that to a person like Anand who is close to 6″3 inches tall and weighs around 90 kgs really required extraordinary strength. Jyo suddenly said the following words “Mujhe Jaane Do… Jaana hai ” (Let me go… I have to go!) This still is a mystery to all of us. The voice that said those words certainly wasn’t Jyo’s. Jyo stood up as if in trance and was trying to go to the balcony. I have to admire the courage shown by both my wife and Anand at this point of time.
Anand and I used all our might and pinned down Jyo to her bed while my wife ran out to get help. We got a couple of housekeeping staff from the hotel in the room within a couple of minutes. I immediately told them to help us shift Jyo to my room. It took five of us to lift Jyoti and shift her to my room. All this while Jyo was only uttering the words “Mujhe Jaane Do… Jaana hai “.As soon as she was laid on the bed in my room things started to return to normal. Jyo stopped resisting and soon fell asleep much to our relief. All of us were shaken by the turn of events. We thanked the bewildered Hotel staff for their help. I noticed that it was around 5.00am at that time and perhaps with the coming of daybreak the hold of the spirit on Jyo had weakened OR Shifting her out of that room had helped.
We decided to check out the next morning. Though a little tired, Jyo was perfectly fine the next morning with no recollection of the previous night’s events. She was however surprised to find herself in our room. Anand however put her at ease and told her that he would explain everything once we left the hotel. While Anand was settling the hotel bills, I was called aside by one of the hotel staff who, under the condition of anonymity told me that the room had been the scene of a gory incident a couple of months back.
A couple had checked in, they had a big fight which lasted late into the night. The man walked out off the room leaving the lady behind. After sometime the lady flung herself from the balcony of the room killing her instantly. The police had made some enquiries but were unable to trace the man who had accompanied her that night. The case was subsequently closed. The housekeeping staff had themselves felt a creepy feeling sometimes in the room, though no incident was reported by any of the occupants who occupied it after that.
We decided to let the matter rest but before leaving, advised the manager of the resort to do some sort of purification or a cleansing ritual to free the tormented soul. Whether he performed the ritual or not is not known to us since we did not visit the place again. We were just happy at that moment to have escaped without any harm.
Anand subsequently told her the events which had occurred that night. She was shaken at first, but has now come to terms with it.
However what would have happened if Anand and I would not have been able to subdue Jyo that night is a thought which still gives me the shivers.

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