This count of supernatural occurrence is realtively short, but I’m posting it anyway.
It was around nine or ten at night, and I went to take the trash out. I came back inside, and Mom was at the kitchen sink making coffee or something. Being the impatient person that I am, I decided to wash my hands in the bathroom, instead, since it was unoccupied at the moment.
I walked down the hall and into the bathroom. I paused in thought to flip the light switch on, then decided not to bother. I was, after all, only washing my hands and leaving, so why bother?
A mistake on my part...
I proceeded to lather my hands with soap, and barely noticed the door gently swing to a near-closed position, blocking out what little light there was, reflecting from the living room and into the hall. By chance, I glanced up at the medicine cabinet mirror that hangs right above the sink. I froze upon the realization that the reflection that stared back was definitely not my own.
The girl staring back at me was wearing different clothes than the ones I had on, and as corny as it sounds, her eyes were glowing slightly, their reddish hue fixed upon me with a penetrating and chilling gaze. Behind her, where the bathtub would have been reflected into the mirror, a very large demon stood, its size untold by the mass of green tentacles that surrounded it. A girl was wrapped in its tentacles, and it looked as if she were crying out for help, though no sound came from the mirror.
I leaned forward unwillingly, and recognized the girl who was calling out. It was me! The girl staring at me gave a wicked grin, and the vision faded away.
Things always seem to be reaching out at me from mirrors now, so I don’t much like them. I don’t think I’ll be neglectful in turning the lights on when I enter a dark room anymore.
This story was submitted by: AngelWings
Father-In-Law
This happened to my husband and he's given consent for this to be told. We were laying in bed one night talking when my husband fell suddenly and deeply asleep. I was annoyed at first, then concerned when his breathing became slow, spaced and shallow. He was icy cold to touch. I called his name a few times but got no response. I lay next to him, frightened and unsure of what to do. He was in this state for only a few minutes when he awoke in shock, sat up straight, looked directly at me and asked me if he'd left the bed. I said he hadn't. He then ran out of the room, down the hall and into the living room searching for something/someone. Finding nothing, he came back to the bedroom, sat on the bed and told me this...
I've just been speaking with Dad in the living room (his father died 12 months previously) He was a young man again, not looking old and ill as he was when he died. I walked down the hall and saw him sitting in the chair waiting for me. I began to ask questions but he said he had only a short time and that I was to listen. He explained to me why he had to die (in order for our baby son to live). He said he came to watch over us and the baby from time to time and he told me he was proud of me as a son (the only time he's ever said that). He then faded until he was gone and the next I knew I was back in bed.
My father-in-law died when I was 5 months pregnant with our first child. He appeared to my husband when our son was 4 months old. During the delivery, complications occured which resulted in a frightening but ultimately safe birth. During this conversation with his Dad, my father in law described the birth in detail and explained he was needed on the other side to guide proceedings.
I've never been comfortable with the "saving the baby's life" part of this story but I do believe my husband saw his father, whether it be as a ghost or perhaps an out of body experience. I was laying next to him in the bed, something certainly happened.
This story was submitted by: Marlene...
Hospital Ghost
My mom used to work in the basement of a hospital sterilizing surgical instruments before she got promoted. Among her co-workers, there was a women who happened to be an alcoholic. One night the women was out drinking and died from too much alcohol. After her death, a lot of wierd things started happening at her work. Things would fly off racks all by themselves, and several of the staff members reported that they had an uneasy feeling when they were working by themselves. They even caught pictures of some of the stuff that happened, but I've never seen them. My mom said that the strange things would happen only on quiet weekends. There was one incident when my mom was in the break room alone and a ruler started floating in the air all by itself, then flew across the table, and started floating again. My mom told the women's ghost to stop, and the ruler dropped back to the table. The ghost never hurt anyone, just spooked some people.
This story was submitted by: Angelgurl
The Attacker
I’m currently eighteen years old, and definately sound of mind. I’m the only one in my family who has such vivid experiences as these. Ghosts aren’t the only things I see, but it would be rather disturbing to some people if I listed off everything I’ve seen. Anyway, here’s my story... I’m not asking you to believe it, but it did happen...
It was a night no different than the rest, or so I thought. There was nothing that had marked the day as unusual or odd, and it was actually early into the next morning now, as I undressed and donned my nightclothes. It was one o’clock in the morning, as far as I remember.
I went to bed, and said goodnight to my three younger sisters, with whom I share a bedroom. It wasn’t particularly chilly, so I broke my normal routine of immediately pulling the blanket over my body. As usual, my mind had not decided it was ready to settle down and retire yet, so I lay awake for quite a long time, thinking about every little thing, and occassionally talking to my sisters, until they dozed off.
Three o’clock in the morning, and they had been asleep a while. I was beginning to nod off, too, then I felt something touch my hair. It was dark, and I do have to wear glasses, but I’m not blind, and I saw no one there. I dismissed it as being my imagination, until it happened again. I suddenly became quite cold, and started to shiver. I reached my left hand over to pull the blanket over me, but something cold grabbed my arm. I gasped in shock, especially upon whipping my head left and finding nothing there.
A split-second later, and during the while I had my head turned, and I found my other hand grabbed by the invisible nothing as well. The bedroom door was still closed, as I’d left it. I swear it hadn’t been opened since, and there is no way an intruder could hide in the room. My sisters were still sleeping soudly, one of them snoring. I’m not the screaming type, but when I felt the bed move under me (the way it moves when someone gets onto the bed), and I watched with wide-eyed eyes as the mattress was pushed in with another’s weight, I would have screamed. However, upon trying, I found my vocals disobeying my commands to react. It was as though they had been taken by the freeze.
The bed stopped moving, and the ghostly whitish figure of a man was directly leaning over me, knees to either side of my legs, which were also immobile, as the rest of my body had become. I was shocked and scared, too, and his actions did nothing to preserve my nerves.
He removed his hands from mine, which, to my horror, remained were they were. It was as though my entire body were frozen in place, but not with fear. Moreso, it was frozen with some sort of unnatural force, magnetic and cold, pinning me down.
Though it was dark, and I was without my glasses, I could make out several features of this one. He was tall, approximately six feet, two inches, I’d guess. He appeared to be a late-twentish ranged caucasian, dark blond hair, and green-hued eyes. His features were somewhat dark, but his clothes were absolutely not of this era. I would guess that they were from the late Colonial period, in fact. But that is only a guess, as I’m a little unsure of what he was wearing.
Vocals frozen, I mentally prayed for the ghost to leave, but it didn’t. He spoke in muffled tones, his icy lips pressed against my neck. “I’ve been watching you...” he said. I swallowed hard, and closed my eyes, hoping to end up waking from a nightmare of some sort, but it did no good. I’m not sure if he told me then, or if I just knew suddenly that his name begins with an “A.” I’ve gone over several names, and narrowed it down to “Aleck” or “Alan.”
My heart threatened to pound out of my chest in fear as he discarded his clothing articles, then proceeded to molest me, but not rape me. After he’d finished, he leaned over and kissed my cheek, getting off of me with a smirk. I was no longer pinned, and now I quivered in fright as he stared down at me from the side of my bed. He was suddenly clothed again before he disappeared right in front of me, after whispering that he’d be back.
I lied awake all the rest of the early morning, and into the next day. I didn’t tell my parents, because, upon inspection, there had been no intruder. None of my family, realtives, or friends matched the ghost’s - or “Alan’s” - description. My family never had believed my counts of seeing strange things, and even if they had, this would only have worried them. I told them nothing for a very long time, but I have told them an edited version (in which I neatly subtracted the fact that the entity had touched me everywhere), which they either forgot, or dismissed, being able to do nothing about it.
“Alan” is true to his word. He does come back, to this day, and there have been other counts as well. I have no way of finding out who this ghost once was, but I think he’s of French descent, and unless otherwise marked, I’ve not seen any bodily wound that might have killed him in life. This leads me to believe that he was either drowned, or poisoned.
He watches me all the time, particularly if I’m showering, undressing, or going to bed, and it’s a very unsettling feeling to truly know you’re being watched. What’s worse is that I have no way of fighting off a unnaturally strong attacker whose form can become iridescent or almost a human’s, at will. My only consolation... is that the rest of my family has had no frightening experiences such as this one was for me.
This story was submitted by: Venus_Girl18
The Weirdest Friends
After getting married, my sister and brother-in-law moved into the upstairs apartment of a beautiful, old, two-family house. Since it was built in 1865, not much of it was the original house, basically only the basement and one room were original. After my niece was born, things started happening that no one could explain but no one really thought twice about them either. About 3 months after my niece was born, they moved into the downstairs apartment where the only original room is. We learned that the house used to be a funeral home and the one original room used to be where they lowered the coffins into the basement where the bodies were prepared for funeral services. The room was always somewhat creepy but never bothered any of us. We all loved the room. My sister loved it so much that she put her anniversary clock in there even though it did not work. One night while playing a board game in that room, my brother-in-law looked up, looked back down at his watch and looked up again. He asked my sister when she put a new battery in the clock. When she said she hadn't put one in at all when the last one died, my brother-in-law took it off the shelf and opened, exposing an empty spot where the battery should have been. Every night, the clock worked from around 11:00pm to around 5:00am, and every night when it started working, the time would be right. Now, in their house, still with no battery in the clock, it still works. But only from 11:00pm to 5:00am.
This story was submitted by: JAE
Footprints
I have heaps of weird ghostly stories , but I think I will start with one. I was about 17 at the time, I was staying the night at my best friends house. It was quite a small room, we had two single beds set up for us. We went to sleep. I woke about 3 am to see my boyfriend standing in the doorway of the room, (now this was impossibel as we were 40 mins drive away from my friends house, with no car to get here, and he didn't even know I was staying at my friends house to begin with. )I was really tired and told him to leave, he turned around like in slow motion and disappearred. The next morning when we woke up. There was about eight sopping wet footprints leading from the head of my bed just to the doorway. The whole house was carpeted, but the footsteps stopped at the doorway to my friends room. We have tried for years to come up with a logical explanation for what happened that night. My friend whos house this happened in, won't even let me talk about it. I just wish I knew who had left those footprints and why they were so wetlll
This story was submitted by: Anonymous
All In the Family
I actually have a couple of short stories from the great state of Texas as well, as my family is from Austin. They're not really scary at all they're just family members who kinda refuse to leave.
Lets see:
My great grandmother still haunts her house, an old Victorian-type house just south of downtown Austin. There has been a high turnover of tennants in the rental house because of her in the 10 years since she's died.
First let me just say that she had a house full of antique furniture, and when she died the furniture was included with the price of the house, so all of it came together, including (apparently) her as well.
To start just a little further back, she was in a nursing home up until her death. When she died, she apparently made an appearance to a nurse who was straightening up her room after her body had been removed. Apparently, the nurse acknowledged her and simply said, "Myra, you don't belong here, you've died, you need to move on". Yeah, like I'd be that calm, but it worked. She "moved on" back to her house.
Since that time she has taken residence back in her home, and as far as I know she is still there to this day. Having her furniture in the house probably confuses her. At any rate, the new tennants have, of course, moved the house around to their liking: furniture, silverware, dishes, that sort of thing.
She has been heard moving the silverware during the night; in the morning, the silverware will be in the drawer where she kept it. Same with the dishes. Furniture has been heard being moved around at night, but in the morning it's still in the same place.
Like I said not very creepy, just kind of annoying for the tennants. I'll be moving to Austin soon, and have considered asking my family (as the house is still owned by my family) if they would rent the house to me. Maybe I could have a little more persuasive talk with Great Grandma..
Two: Just a sweet story about my grandmother (also from Austin). She comes around either myself or my mother when we're having trouble or just a general hard time in life. The only way we know it's her is that you can be walking or sitting -- or for that matter, anywhere (although it usually happens at home) -- and suddenly you will smell or walk through a cloud of perfume that smells exactly like the type she used to wear all the time. My old roomates have smelled it as have friends. It pretty much stays in one spot, so you can move through it and then back through it to make sure you really smelled it. But every time you do, there is absolutely no reason for it to be there.
Also, right after she died, my mother was packing up my grandmother's bureau belongings, mostly perfume bottles and other assorted knick knacks. She was alone in the house and was suddenly was overwhelmed with a feeling of sadness. She decided to leave the house for a while and go into the back yard for some fresh air. Keep in mind she had already packed away the everything that was on the bureau before leaving.
She came back about 20 minutes later to the bedroom and found everything she had just packed PUT BACK onto the bureau, just as my grandmother had always left it.
From that point on she has simply seemed content with just comforting us in troubled times.
This story was submitted by: Anonymous
Rock & Roll Spirits
I'm in my 30's now, but I'll remember this for the rest of my life. When I was 17, some unexplainable occurrances happened to me that I would love to have some answers to. One night while sleeping I was awakened in the middle of the night to find several "beings" hovering directly above me. At the time I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or if it was real. There were about five or six of these seemingly transparent appartions floating above me and I could hear in my mind words that they were saying to me. I fell back asleep and when I awoke the next morning I had convinced myself that it must've been just a dream. I remembered that they were saying words to me over and over but I couldn't remember any of the words except for one:"Horace". It was fresh in my mind how it sounded to me. It was like a deep echo,"Horace...Horace...Horace..." I thought nothing more of it after that. Several weeks later, while over at a friend's house, we were playing darts and listening to records. All of a sudden, this icy chill ran down my spine as those same words that I had heard in that "dream" played at the end of a song that I'd never even heard before! It was spoken in the exact same voice at the end of that song (ELO's song "The Diary of Horace Wimp") as I had heard in my dream weeks before. I never told anyone about it, but instead kept it to myself as I stood there shocked. That, too, was forgotten until about a year and a half later when I first saw Black Sabbath's album cover for their "Sabbath Bloody Sabbath" record. Lo and behold, there on the front cover was a depiction of a man in bed with little "ghosts" floating above him! "That really happened to me!" I couldn't help but thinking to myself. That album cover was a painted by somebody and, of course, someone had to write that song. So, to me, someone out there must have some answers to what happened to me. Another weird thing is that I had a girlfriend who worked with troubled teens, and she told me about a kid who told her in a session that this same thing happened to him (the floating things over his bed). These sessions are supposed to be confidential, but this was one time she decided to tell something out of confidentiality. I'd been with her for about a year before I felt comfortable enough with her to tell her about this happening to me, and that was when she told me about the kid's story. I then asked her when this kid told her about this happening to him, to which she replied, "Before I met you." Who were these little floating guys? Maybe I don't want to know.
This story was submitted by: Zip
Haunted School House
This is a true story that took place about five years ago in Chestermere, Alberta, Canada. Located on a person's land is a school house that supposedly burnt down many years ago. The rumor that had people interested was the fact that a little girl died while being trapped within one of the rooms. Unsolved Mysteries ran a show about the school house and the fact that when people attempted to knock the house down with machinery, all the machines would just suddenly die. During a cold winter night two friends and I went to the school house to see if the rumors were true. It was a fresh snowfall so there were no footprints from previous visitors. The only way to get into the house is run beside the landowners' house(supposedly the little girl's uncle) or through his boobietrapped field of snow drifts. Steve and I chose to go by his house, while Trevor chose to go through the field. Steve and I went through the back entrance, up the stairs, down the hall and into the room that is supposedly haunted(there is no roof, so snow falls into the school house). Suddenly we heard the crunching of snow come up the hall. We thought it was Trevor, but when we seen Trevor coming up the hill through the snow drifts, we were in a panic thinking it was the landowner(he shoots salt pellets at you if you get caught on his property.) The snow crunched down the hall slowly and steadily, we hid in the corner. The footsteps came down the hall to our room and mysteriously stopped and the entrance to the door. We stood frozen for about a minute but heard no more crunching. The wind that was there, was now nonexistent. I got up and looked down the hall. Under the moonlight was size 3 or 4 shoeprints in the snow that started at one end of the hall and stopped at the doorway. We grabbed Trevor from the field and ran the heck away. We have not gone back since.
This story was submitted by: jerret
On Holy Ground
A few years ago my son's youth group had a lock-in at our church. They were in the dining room on the lower level of the building, in their sleeping bags--just talking, playing cards, etc. There is a door at one end of the room that has full-length glass panels on either side. Outside the door is a small landing and stairs that lead up to the narthex and sanctuary. There is also a restroom tucked under the stairs.
My son, Andy, was facing the door and saw "an old woman with wild-looking white hair" come down the stairs and kind of stoop over so she could see through the window. Then she turned and went back up the stairs.
I guess Andy turned white and the pastor asked what was wrong. He asked Mike if there was anyone else who was supposed to be in the building that evening (there were only two adult chaperones), then told them what he had seen. They searched through the building and didn't find anyone or any doors unlocked.
Andy was about 14 at the time and it really unnerved him -- unusual because he was never afraid of the dark as a child, never needed a night light or the door left open, etc.
As it turns out, other people have had experiences in the building. The pastor's daughter had once been babysitting in the nursery (also on the lower level) during a service. A young woman came to the door of the nursery. Jess didn't recognize her, so she turned around to see if any of the kids did. When she looked back the woman was gone and was nowhere in the hallway.
Several people have also heard the sound of children laughing, a choir singing, or a woman singing in the same area of the church.
The church was built in the 1840's and was occupied during the Civil War. Rumor has it that it was part of the Underground Railroad, but there are no records to prove it. What strikes me is that all of the "visitors" seem benign or even happy.
We've outgrown the building and will be leaving it in the next year or so. Hate to leave these guys behind!
This story was submitted by: Anonymous
Ghostly Memorial
This is one of two encounters I've had off and on over the years.
This one involved pictures developed from a trip to Washington D.C.in the summer of 1995. We had visited various monuments and one of these was the Lincoln Memorial. I have always had the ability to sense paranormal happenings, which I'm not to comfortable with. Upon my visit to the Memorial, I sensed a feeling of -- for lack of better words, and I hope it doesn't sound silly -- evil. Not "Satan-type evil", but just "bad ju-ju," I guess.
It was extremely spooky and eerie. Let me set-up the scene for you: broad daylight, around 9:30am, lots of people, no standing pools of water to reflect light, nothing. I took a few pictures for souveniers and left in a hurry. When I got the pictures back from the photo developers, I noticed in the pictures of the Lincoln Memorial (and only this site) that there were white "cloudy" forms across the walls, seemingly hanging in the air. I guess you could say they were typical of most ghost pictures, see-through white shapes, billowy-like.
At first glance I was curious as to what could have caused this on my pictures, then after thumbing through them (there were about 4 pictures), I got to one in particular of Lincoln sitting in his chair. To the upper-right-hand side of the picture there was a white shape that upon closer inspection very closely resembled a leering skull. Don't ask me to describe it any other way, I can't.
I thought about sending them to some tabloid newspaper for money, but couldn't stand having them in my possesion; the feeling of foreboading and evil just oozed off of them. They gave me the willies just having them, and I couldn't even stand looking at them. They just seemed so evil.
I eventually destroyed them and discarded them. I wish I hadn't now, because all I have is the story and none of the documentation to back it up. Needless to say, I will probably never return to the Lincoln Memorial again.
This story was submitted by: Anonymous
