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THE GHOST OF SEGUIN STREET
Author: Anonymous
When my sister got married she and her husband moved into a house in "old Algiers"- a portion of New Orleans located on the West Bank of the Mississippi River.
The house was very old and had originally been built 7 to 8 feet tall from the ground and supported by huge brick pillars- much like some of the old Louisiana Plantation homes - before the levees. The height was the protection when the river rose in the spring.
Over the years the house was converted into a "double" with mirror image sides. The lower potin was walled in after the levees were built and this portion was converted into two apartments and laundry rooms for the four apartments.
My sister was renting the upper left side. The rooms were large with high ceilings. Upon entering there was the living room, "den" rather than what is usually called a bedroom, then the bedroom, the kitchen and a narrow hall with a bathroom and staircase down to the laundry room at the lsft and a bedroom at the end of the hall. This was a smaller room because it is part of what had originally been the porch for the big house but had been walled in when the house was made a double.
Since her husband worked offshore I would spend nights with her because she was afraid to be alone. Soon it became apparent something was wrong because you could here noises and walking accompanied by a cold, errie feeling that you were being watched. Tuesday nights were the worse- Almost unbearable. Everyone said we were "imagining" things.
One particular Tuesday night it was so bad that we sat in the kitchen and kept talking about anything and everthing because we were afraid to go to bed. As time passed, things got quiet and about 2:00 a.m. we decided to go to bed. My sister went to the back bedroom and I to the front.
I had not yet gotten into bed when I got that cold eerie feeling so I turned out the light and jumped into bed and covered my head. then I decided to turn the other way so I would face the window. Just as I turned I heard a voice say quite clearly, "Don't turn your back on me." Thinking it was my sister I turned back over and removed the covers from my head. I "saw" an image of an old lady in what appeared to be to be an old time night gown, white, with long sleeved and a high neckline standing in the doorway to the kitchen. AT first I thought maybe my sister had gotten up and had come to ask me something so I said, "What do you want?" Then he image was gone. I yelled to my sister, "Did you say something?" When she replied "No" I turned on the light and got out of bed. She got up when I told her what had happened. We did not sleep the rest of the night.
That next day we began inquiring about the history of the house and did find out that at one time it had been a funeral home. But that did not account for the woman. So we decided to try to "pick up a feeling" from the house itself over the next few nights. After a couple of weeks, from Tuesday activity, we came to the conclusion - like someone told us, that the lady was an old woman who had died in the house. She was not hapy then or now, that she was considered "mean" by those who knew her and she had died alone and unhappy in the house, on a Tueday night, in the back bedroom. We kept that information to ourselves because we wanted to find out if were right.
Finally, we pesterd my grandmother so much about the house that she contacted an 80 year old lady who had lived in the housse at one time. Grandma asked her if anyone ever died in that house. Guess what! An elderly lady, considered mean and "crotchety" had indeed died there,in the back bedroomon a Tuesday night.
Being Catholics, we arranged for masses for the womans soul and had the house blesse. The activity stopped after that, and my sister moved a couple of years later.

Kelly
Author: morgnz@ida.net
In 1978, my older brother, Kelly, was killed in an automobile accident. At the time he was in the Navy and was stationed in Long Beach California. Kelly had been home on leave about three weeks before and had acted somewhat strange. For instance, he spent a whole day going around visiting old friends of the family. The odd thing about that was, most of these people were my parents' friends and Kelly was only 18. The last couple of days of Kelly's leave, he became really obnoxious; arguing with everyone, bothering my sister, brother, and me, just anything he could to upset us. Finally my mother figured out that he was trying to make us mad at him so we wouldn't be sad to see him go when his leave was up. After she told him it wouldn't work and we would love him no matter what he did, he went back to being my loving big brother.
Anyway, on Sunday, August 13, Kelly was killed when the car he had bought on leave, lost the brakes and steering while he was going down a hill in Long Beach. At the bottom of the hill was an old overpass that had been cemented in. You had to make either a right or left turn at the bottom of the hill. Without brakes and steering, they estimated that the car hit the wall at 80 mph. Witnesse's said they could see Kelly trying to get out of the car, but in his panic, he forgot to unlock the door (back then the locks were manual) and the door wouldn't open.
My family was notified the next day, by Navy personnel, and were told that it would be about a week before the Navy would release my brother's body because they had to do an autopsy to make sure he wasn't under the influence of anything. (He wasn't, and it was determined the car was the cause of the wreck.) While the rest of us were understandably distraught, my Mother just plain wouldn't accept Kelly's death. She would tell anyone who would listen that Kelly was just out to sea and would call when he got to shore. We were becoming increasingly worried about my mom and Dad even thought maybe we needed to get her checked out, thinking the death had caused her to have a breakdown or something.
Suddenly on Friday of that week, Mom came downstairs crying and saying that she knew Kelly was really dead after all. After some time, we found out what finally convinced her. She said that she woke up early that morning. It was still pretty dark outside and in her room. She sat up in bed and, being a smoker, she lit a cigarette. Just then she noticed someone at the door to her room. She saw Kelly leaning against the doorway, smiling at her. She said he was dressed in his Navy dress uniform. Thinking she was imagining things, she turned away and shook her head. When she looked back he was still standing there smiling at her. She said that was when she realized that Kelly was, in fact dead and that he was letting her know that he was still around and doing fine. After that, she accepted his death and dealt with it.

CRY BABY LANE
Author: savvyb0013@aol.com
Back in the late 50's-early 60's there used to be an Orphanage run by the Catholic Church in Raleigh. One horrible night a fire broke out in the orphanage, taking several young children to their death. After the fire the Church decided not to rebuild and after a period of time all remnants of the orphanage was removed. Brush and weeds slowly took over the area. As the surround neighborhood began to develop, so did tales of the fire. They say on quiet summer nights you can hear the wimpering and crying of babies. Years later when I heard the story, a couple of friends tried to get me to go out to where the old orphanage stood on a quiet night. Now that area is no lonhger the safest area in Raleigh, and being more afraid of things that lurked in the night than things that go bump in the night.. I declined, with the promise that we would go the following afternoon. Neither of us had been ther before, so the next day we were off on our little adventure.
We arrived at the site, and followed a well beaten path to where the old building once stood. Like I had mentioned earlier the property had been over taken with weeds and brush. But where the orphanage once stood was a bare spotabout 100 feet across, no grass, weed or bushes. On the ground there were a couple of foot prints that went a couple of feet into the spot.. then doubled back. We also noticed a rabbit run out of the weeds and completely circle around the spot instead of crossing it. We circled the spot a couple of times.. none of us too willing to cross it. Soon a we all had the feeling that it would be best if we left.. so we did.
But a few days later, my curiousity got the better of me and off I went by myself to Cry Baby Lane... I went down the path, and determined I was going to walk across the bare spot... I hesitated a bit before stepping onto the barren ground and took a deep breath. Just a yard or so into it I was overtaken by absolute silence. I couldn't hear the wind in the trees, traffic from the near by highway.. nothing.. I couldn't even hear my own heart beat. But I was still stubborn enough totry to make it across. One I reached the center.. I stood still and listened.. just faintly I could hear a crackling noise.It grew louder as the acrid sent of smoke hit my nose. I stood there frozen, half in terror and half in amazement. Suddenly there was the shrill wail of an infant and I ran.. and no.. not the rest of the was across.. I doubled back and didn't stop running till I reached my car.
It was a couple of years later when I gathered enough nerve to go back... but it was too late.. as I made my way down the path... I saw bulldozers clearing the area for a new road. I road that I will not drive down.

HAPPY EASTER
Author: harvestmom@aol.com
When I was a little girl, every Easter a family friend named Charlie would come downstate to visit....said he couldn't stay away from Mom's Ham. Charlie would buy those plastic "you fill 'em" eggs and fill them up and hide them all over the yard and if it was too cold or too wet outside he'd scatter them all over the house. My favorite candy in the world back then was black jelly beans....CHarlie would take all the yellow eggs and fill them with black jelly beans and then tell me where they were all hidden! "I think there's one over there" he'd say and the darn thing would end up being clear on the other side of the house! It was so sweet and it's a memory I'll carry forever. Charlie's favorite thing, other than mom's ham was homemade peanut butter cookies and every year, I'd sneak out to his car and put a big plate of sliced ham and those cookies on his seat to take home with him. He died in 1980, right after spending Easter with us in the new house.
Several years went by and Easter just wasn't the same without "Uncle Charlie" and somewhere in my teen years, I missed him so much that I took a few slices of ham and some penaut butter cookies and wrapped them in foil and placed them under the bush where he'd hidden my last yellow egg full of black jelly beans.....the next morning I went to retrieve the foil and found in it's place a yellow egg full of black jelly beans! I sat there and cried for hours holding this egg in my hands thinking of Charlie and how much he meant to me. I would have suspected my mother did this however no one knew that I put the things there and his scent rose up so strong that there was no doubt he was there with me wishing me a Happy Easter one last time.


GRANDMOTHER'S BIDDING
Author: sdefilip@sashimi.wwa.com
Thirty-four years ago, when I was eleven years old, something happened to me that "haunts" me to this day. The event took place in a small town in the southern part of Illinois.
I had, as long as I could remember, a dread of my grandparent's house. I did not mind being with other people in the house but did not ever want to be in any part of this house alone.
One afternoon, my friends and I went to the movie theater which was about five blocks from my grandparent's house. Through some mix-up, my parents failed to pick-up me and my pals after the movies. I decided to walk the few blocks to my grandparent's house. I figured that my parents might be there and, if not, I would get a ride home from my grandfather.
It was dusk as I arrived at the house and as I stood on the front porch about to knock on the door, I heard lively conversation coming from within. Thinking that I had found my parents visiting my grandparents, and being a little angry about not being picked-up as expected, I did not knock on the door immediately. I sat on the porch, listening to the voices and comforted by the knowledge that my family was closely within. However, as my apprehensiveness grew with the darkness, I knocked on the door. No one answered. I now noticed that no lights had been turned on inside the house. There was, in fact no light in any part of the house - nobody was home!
With my heart pounding, I ran several blocks to my house to find my grandparents visiting. I don't remember much being made of the incident but it was to renter my thoughts again.
Six or seven years later, long after my family had moved from the town, I began having a recurring dream that was set in the living room of the house. In the dream, an old lady wearing a shawl and busy knitting was sitting in a rocking chair in the living room of the house. There were other people sitting with her but I did not recognize anyone. As I walked toward the room, I paused and the old lady waved to me to join them. I was reluctant to enter the room and the dream ended.
Being close to my sister, one day I told her of the dream that I had been having. She was very surprised to learn that we had been having the same dream. Furthermore, I found that my sister and brother had always shared the same dread of our grandparent's house. We decided to talk about this situation with my mother, hoping to find some answers to our questions.
My mother was obviously disturbed when she heard a description of the old lady in our dreams. The old lady fit the description of my great- grandmother, who neither my sister nor I had ever seen, even to the details of her sitting in her favorite rocking chair while knitting. My great-grandparents had once lived in the house and were fond of spending evenings in the living room visiting with friends and relatives. Furthermore, both my great-grandmother and great-grandfather had died in the house and were waked in the living room (in a time when most people's wakes were held in their own homes).
Had the voices, that I heard coming from the empty house when I was a boy, been the sounds of a long past summer evening among friends? Or were the voices the sounds of a long ago wake? Why had I been having the recurring dreams which never came back after I had determined the identity of the old woman (along with all the other facts)?
Just a few years after learning about the history of the house, my sister died suddenly at the age of 28. Was the beckoning motion of my great- grandmother in our dreams, an indication that one of us was soon to join her in an afterlife, an invitation to get to know her by making us get more details, or just a non-sensical event in an equally non- sensical dream?

THE VOICE
Author: robert@wcc.net
When Suzy was a little girl of about 9 years her grandfather, whom she was very close to, passed away. Her family went to her grandmother's to be with her for the funeral and to lend support. That night after everybody had gone to bed, Suzy was still upset about her Grandfather's death so she went to her Grandmother's room and crawled into bed with her. Some time later that same evening Suzy awoke to a very faint male voice calling her name, "Ssssssssuzy". Grandma was sleeping so she thought her brothers must have called her in another room. Curious, she went to their room, but they were both sleeping soundly. Baffled she checked on her parents, but they too were sleeping. She returned to Grandma's room and thought she must have imagined the voice and attempted to go back to sleep. Before she could fall asleep she heard the voice again calling her name, "Sssssssssuzy." She was so scared she pulled the covers over her head and willed the voice to go away. After two or three more times of hearing this voice call her name and ignoring it, the voice quit calling her name and was quiet.
I haven't talked to Suzy since 1990, but until that time she had always wondered if it was her Grandfather trying to contact her and put her at ease about his death. I remember her telling me that had always regretted not responding to the voice.

THE TWINS
Author: JLBeaulac9777@webtv.net
When I was 17, before I was married to my first husband, I found out that I was pregnant. At the time I was carrying twins. A few weeks later I began having complications and one of the babies had died. At the time, I lived with my parents. My best friend and I shared a room which had been added on to the house years before. One morning I had woke up very early and felt a strange presence staring at me. In the corner of my bedroom by the door, I saw a small child. She was a little girl about 3 or 4 years old. She had long golden brown curls and she was dressed in a frilly blue dress. She looked very upset and very afraid. I attempted to talk to her, but she disappared. At the time, I didn't mention this to anyone in the house but continued to see her quite often. Each time I would try to speak with her and she would disappear. Then one night, my mom, my best friend and I were all in my room laying in my bed and talking. My mom turned her head toward the corner of the room. She turned a bit pale then shook her head. She stated that she must be too tired because she was starting to see things. At that time, I knew it wasn't just me anymore and asked her what she saw. She stated that she saw a beautiful little girl standing in the corner. I asked her to describe her and she described everything exactly as I had seen her. I then explained that I saw this child frequently and how I had tried to communicate with her. My mother suggested that I keep trying. For the next few months, I would talk to this little spirit and before long she stopped disappearing but still made no effort to respond. In late November of 1995, I gave birth to my oldest child, Katelyn. The little spirit was now becoming a very frequent visitor. She would push my daughter in her wind up swing, play with her in her walker, and watch over her while she slept. But the whole time, the little girl seemed sad. Then one night, she came to me in a dream and asked me what I would have named her had she been born too. That is when I realized that this was the child that I had lost. I told her that I would have named her Courtney and in my dream, I held her in my arms. Since that night, she has appeared less frequently and when she does, she is smiling. My daughter is now two and looks identical to the little spirit who once stood in my room every night. I know she still visits her sister. Katelyn has told me about how Courtie comes to play with her and her new baby brother, and I feel secure that there is such a precious angel looking out for them.

MACKIE
Author: Tavalight@aol.com
My mom died very suddenly at the age of 50 in 1981. I had recently remarried and moved to another state and was feeling very guilty that I had moved away and taken her only grandchild with me. The night of the funeral, I let my five year old son sleep with me fearing he would be upset; he was very close to my mom. The sound of his voice in the middle of the night woke me up. He was carrying on a one-sided conversation with my mom. I heard him say,"Will I ever see you again,mama?" He appeared to still be asleep. Funeral being over, I left my hometown and returned to my everyday life. About 2 months later, I got an hysterical phone call a 3 a.m. from my ex-husband. H e could hardly talk he was so upset. Since he and I had been married for some years he and my mom had grown close. His new wife(being the jealous type)would not allow him to go to the funeral or visitation of my mom. He said that he was up late watching TV that night when he heard a knock on the ! ! door. He answered the door and there was a group of ladies standing on his porch. One lady in the front asked him if he knew where "Mackie" lived. He replied that he knew of no one in the nerighborhood with that name. Then he said, a voice from the back said, "can I come in?" My ex said,"no you can't come in, I don't even know you!" At this time the woman from the back stepped forward and said,"yes you do, Rick, it's me Jo Ann", and there stood my mother!!!!! Now I was very curious at this point because my mother's very best friend during her high school years was called "Mackie" and she had died very young having her first child. My ex didn't know this. So I asked him what mom looked like and he described everything we had buried her in, in great detail right down to the jewelry she had on. Remember, he had not went to the visitation or funeral!!!! His description of how my mother looked when we buried her was 100% accurate. I at first had thought he had fall! ! en asleep watching TV and dreamed the whole thing, but after speaking to his wife, I know for sure that he had a visit from my mom. Not only because of the description, but because his wife told me that she woke up hearing the door slam. She said she got up and not only found Rick wide awake and very upset, but the door had not latched and was still partially open. After that, I was totally at peace with the loss of my mom. No more dreams about betraying her. I knew she was still around in the hereafter and I think she wanted to let me know that. Maybe she is still looking for Mackie or maybe Macking was one of the other ladies there and my mom just used that as a way to let me know it was all real. She had told me the story about her friend Mackie and her death. It was a very healing experience for me.

THE DOLL
Author: tlk2189@ritvax.isc.rit.edu
My cousins, two of them, lived about an half hour away from my old house. We would visit them frequently when we were small. My cousins, two girls, shared a room and they had a bunk bed. One night when my brother and I slept over their house something occurred that I don't have any explaination for, up to today. My brother slept with my youngest cousin while I shared the top bunk with my other cousin. (we were kids, and the bunks were big enough to hold 2 small kids comfortably).
Suddenly, I woke up, my eyes just opened, none of those stretching and slowly coming awake crap. It was early morning, between the time where night ends and dawn begins...when the light is bluish. Pale bluish light filling the room, you know what I mean? Well, I sat up in bed, (remember we were in the top bunk) the room had that eerie look, due to the blue light and the perspective from the top bunk. At the foot of the bunk beds, there was a dresser with a huge mirror on it. There are few things on this dresser, little girl things, dolls, jewelry boxes, and so on.
I was fully awake, and knew it. I looked over at my cousin at my side, she was sleeping. I looked outside the window, which was at my other side of the bed...it was starting to get lighter. Then, I looked at the dresser. On the dresser, in the center, there is a huge doll, those old fashioned kinds, with full, ugly pastel colored dress, bonnet on its head, glass eyes that opens when it's upright and closes when you lie it down, those type of dolls. This doll was looking right at me. I didn't notice anything unusual until it started to move slowly. It moved its head and looked out the door into the hallway, and blinked its eyes. Then, it slowly turned its head back towards me. I sat there, in terror. I started to tremble. I was so scared. I didn't know what to do. The doll blinked at me again. I was suddenly filled with horror...I can't explain it...I was so uncontrollably terrified. I wanted to scream, but couldn't. I kept staring at this doll. It moved its arms up a bit, it was those type that was jointed, like a barbie doll's arms. It repeated the process of turning its head towards the door and back to me.
While staring at the doll, I reached over and tried to shake my cousin awake...she wouldn't awake...(she is a deep sleeper.) I don't really remember what I did next, horror probably blocked out some of it. The next thing I remember, I was in my Aunt's bedroom, screaming for her to wake up. She woke up, and asked me what was wrong. My screaming had woke up the kids, and they came into her bedroom. I told them what happened. All of us walked back to the kids' bedroom. I was so scared to point out the doll. But I managed to do so. My Aunt went over to the doll, and checked it out, and stated that I must have been dreaming. The only person that believes me is my cousin that I was sharing the bunk with. She told me that a few things have happened in that house, such as hearing steps pound up the stairs, and nobody appearing.
From that day, I would never, never go into my cousins' bedroom by myself. Thank god they have moved, and we moved, so I don't have to worry about that anymore.

THE PARTY
Author: TOMMYGIRL44555@aol.com
There was a kid who lived in a very small cottage in the woods, and one night he had a party and invited everyone he knew. During the middle of the party, the wind began to pick up and there was a loud crash, so loud that the neighbors called the police to come and investigate. When the police came to investigate, they found that a huge tree had fallen through the house and killed all of those inside. It's said that when you walk through those woods, you can hear police sirens and loud music. Then the wind picks up and you hear the crashing of a tree.
Then silence.

THE LUMPY MATTRESS
Author: TOMMYGIRL44555@aol.com
A man went on a business trip with his wife, and after a long day of meetings he decided to stop at a hotel. The hotel looked bad, but it was the only one in the area, so they decided it would have to do for the night.
As they climbed into bed that night, they noticed that the mattress was kind of lumpy. They were too tired to do anything but sleep, but they figured that they would complain about the room in the morning and maybe get their money refunded. A few hours later, the man woke up to a smell so horrible that his eyes watered, and he woke his wife up. They ran downstairs to tell the front desk and get some fresh air. As they walked outside, the wife noticed that there were several police cars in the lot with their lights flashing, and they began to get a little scared. They decided to check out then and there and went back up to their room to get their luggage, only to find that the police were already in the room with the mattress lifted.
There was a dead woman stuffed under the bed.
Some say you can still feel the lumpiness there.

A DOZEN ROSES
Author: Ramwrek100@aol.com
Exactly thirteen more days until Brooke graduated Lincon High School. Brooke's father, Matthew, told her that each day, starting tomorrow, he would give her a rose for each year she had been in school, twelve. Each day he would give her one more than the last day.
That day, when Matthew went to work, he was killed in car accident. He never gave his daughter the roses he had promised.
Exactly twelve years later...
Brooke was a seventh grade teacher, and one day she went to her work mailbox and there she found a single lavender rose. She looked for a card, then found a small white piece of paper that said nothing but her own name on it. She didn't think much of the rose until the next day when she was on her way home and stumbled over two pink roses tied together with a red ribbon. There were two pieces of paper, one on each flower. The first one said For, and the second one said Brooke. And it went on like that.
...three the next day
...then four
...then five.
Until it got to the twelfth day, it was her very last class before the end of the day, and she was surprised she hadn't received any roses yet. The bell rang.
Only twelve of her twenty-four students exited.
"What are you all waiting for?"
she asked,
"The bell rang."
A boy named Taylor came up to Brooke's desk and placed a single red rose on it, than gathered his things and left. One by one, ten more children came up to her desk and placed a rose on it then left. The twelfth child, a girl named Marie, slowly emerged from her desk after everyone else had left. She had a rose in hand and said to Brooke,
"This one had a little note attached."
Then she picked up her things and left. Brooke opened the note. It read...
"Brooke, I finally kept my promise."

THE TAPPING
Author: Sk8bdrlover29@aol.com
Moral: Never open your window if you're not sure what's there...
It was her first week of high school, and a new girl, Ashley, was just having the luck of her life! Justin, the most popular guy in school, asked her out, and all of her teachers were just the easiest.
One day while Ashley and Justin were eating lunch, a group of girls dressed in black stopped by their table and sat next to Ashley.
They asked harshly,
"Are you the new girl here?"
Ashley looked in suspicion,
"Yes?"
she replied questioningly. They began to tell her a story, which went,
"One night about twenty years ago, a girl was home by herself, getting ready for her boyfriend to come over. All of a sudden she heard her windows start tapping. The girl didn't know what to think, because she had no trees in her yard, there was no wind, and she was on the second floor of her house.
Well maybe it's just bugs or something, she thought,
but what kind of a bug would be out during the middle of winter?
So she went to the window, looked out, and found nothing. She back to what she was doing. Again the tapping started, but this time it was louder and harder on the glass. Once again the girl looked out, nothing was there again, so she opened the window and looked harder, but instead of seeing the darkness she expected, she saw a dark figure floating in front of her. Before the girl could scream, the figure reached through the window and grabbed her. By the time her boyfriend arrived she was on the ground cold and dead of fright."
Justin looked at Ashley and said,
"It's only an urban legend made up by them, there's nothing to be afraid of."
One of the girls turned to Ashley and said,
"It's no legend, it happened here, and they say the figure haunts whoever lives in the house at 2109 Johnston Road.
Some say it's the devil himself."
Justin took a look at Ashley and noticed she had gone pale. Justin asked,
"What's wrong?"
Ashley looked at him and explained,
"That's the house we moved into...."
The girls got up and walked away, leaving Ashley in fear. Justin said softly,
"Trust me there is nothing there, they were just trying to frighten you, that's all."
Ashley turned to look at him,
"Yeah, but how many people know where I live, and why would they tell me that?"
Justin, puzzled,
"Do you want me to come over tonight, since your parents aren't home?"
"That would be so nice,"
Ashley said in relief.
The school bell rang, Justin gave Ashley a kiss and said he'd be over around seven thirty, after he finished working. So as soon as Ashley got home she began cleaning and cranked up her music. It started getting dark very early, but in the comfort of Justin's words, Ashley forgot about the gothic girls' legend. It was about a quarter 'til seven, and Ashley made it to the second floor and started cleaning her living room. When she heard a small tap on her window, she didn't really think much of it, but she went and lifted the blinds and looked out. Nothing was there. She started cleaning again, and when a commercial about haunting came on, the tapping started again and this time Ashley jumped. With even more curiosity she went to the window again opened the blinds, then she pushed open the window so there was no glare. A figure appeared before her.
At 7:29pm her boyfriend arrived but found no one there.
A month later Ashley's parents moved out because they couldn't bear the memory, and they confessed that they heard her voice, and another girl's foot steps, roaming the house at night.

RED HEAD GIRL
Author: KiTTieKoRnFrEaK7@aol.com
At my school in the month of May a few friends of mine went down to get something out of the Little Theater, the place where we present plays and such, and they saw something in the dark. They claim that they saw a raggy little girl with red hair siting on the floor, crying to herself. She was wearing tattered clothes and her hair was messy. They said that she was misty and that she had a faint posture. The group of my friends ran in shock aross the hall to get a staff member. They all came back, thirty seconds later, if not less, and she wasn't there!
Some of the girls came back crying their eyes out from fright...
They don't go there any more.


THE SHADOWLIKE FIGURE
Author: Brian (Phantom679@aol.com)
When I was about fifteen or so (now I'm thirty-one), my best friend lived in a house that's haunted. The previous owners won't even talk about it, and that there tells you something. Anyway to name a few occurences, lights went off and on, dishes floated and smashed, figures appeared in mirrors, shadows, footsteps, doorslams, you name it. Once we came home and thought my friend's mother was home drying laundry. The dryer was on, but no one had been home all day.
I guess I'll tell you about what scared the daylights out of me.
We were working out in his basement one night. We had the radio on low in the other room. All of a sudden the volume turned down. We went into the other room and turned it up again. Sure enough, a few minutes later it was turned down again. We figured it was just something wrong with the radio. That's all fine, well, and good, but you have to turn a knob to operate the volume. Anyway, we continued working out.
All of the sudden we heard footsteps run upstairs, slam the door, then run up the stairs above and slam a second door. We went upstairs to check it out, but found nothing. No one was home except for us.
After the workout I walked home. I went through his backyard, through some bushes to the street. As I got about three hundred feet away, I looked back. His back light was going off and on by itself. Then it came on and a dark shadowlike figure stood there. It started walking towards me. I started to walk faster, but when I did IT ran, I'm talking fast. I ran, slipped on the ice, got up then fled through a yard and it was right behind me. I leaped over a brook and ran home. When I got there no one was home. I immediately called my friend, thinking it was him and there'd be no answer. He answered. I asked how he got home so fast? He had no clue what I was talking about, so I told him. The next night I was working out once again, this time at his neighbor's house who was also our friend. We heard a slam on the bulkhead, then the same dark figure appeared in the basement window. I now had to explain this to my other friend.
When I left I was walking and had to look back. My buddy popped out from behind the house and just ran at me. I flew home but a different way. Again IT was right behind me. None the less, I made it home again. Whatever IT was, IT didn't like or want me there. I could always run fast but this thing was much faster. I know IT could have caught me if IT tried. The weird thing is that the day after the first night, I retraced my steps to see footprints in the snow. They departed from mine before the brook, then went off into a swamp towards my friends' houses again.
All I know is that house was or is weird.

DREAMS
Author: Honeypotula@aol.com
About six months ago, my husband and I moved to a small town in central Texas to help care for an elderly relative. Our first night in Uncle "Joe's" house is one I'll not forget for quite some time, if ever.
Uncle "Joe" was not released from the nursing home yet, so my hubby, our friend "Bill" and I were there alone. That night, when my hubby and I went to bed, I had a very vivid dream. I was about six months pregnant at the time (in real life), and dreamt I had to go to the bathroom. In the dream, I had to wake my old man up to go with me because I didn't know where the light switches were.
He wouldn't wake up, so I started to go by myself. I turned around to say something and found my hubby sitting on an old nineteenth-century style loveseat and putting on his shoes. Standing right next to him was a large man with no hair on top of his head, only around the sides, staring at me. He was wearing only pants, as if he had suddenly jumped out of bed for something.
My husband could not see him.
The ghost looked frustrated, and when he noticed that I could see him, he kind of looked scared! He then walked out of the corner of the window and wall. I was finally able to wake up.
Needless to say, it was sometime before we stayed in that bedrom after that.
But that's not where it ends.
You see, in a direct line from where the guy walked out the window, there was a well fed watering hole that was used in the '20s and '30s as a swimming hole. Well, as you can imagine, by now it is dry. The next morning, after not sleeping on the uncomfortable floor of the living room, my hubby and "Bill" went exploring in that hole.
They came across a headstone of a child. When they told me, only then did I realize that I was standing in the exact same place as the man from my dream. I believe he was trying to tell us about his son's missing headstone so they all could rest in peace. I wonder how many people he had tried to get through to, because he was more frightened of me and I'll tell ya, I was scared sh*tless!
Turns out, the family was buried in a small town about 30-40 miles from where we were at. I hope that we helped them out.

THE PHONE CALL
Author: Sk8bdrlover29@aol.com
One Friday night I was on the phone with my best friend Heather. We were talking for about a half an hour when she went silent for a second. She faded out and someone started talking, it sounded like a guy. It freaked me out, he was talking really fast, I couldn't understand him, but it seemed like he was talking to me.
Then when he stopped talking, my friend Heather was back on the phone. My heart was so tight, I yelled at her,
"Heather what did you just say?"
She said she didn't say anything, and I said,
"Yes you did, Heather! That's not funny!"
She swore to me she didn't say or hear anything.
I ran upstairs yelling at my parents to stay off the phone, and they looked at me like I was crazy. They replied that they didn't pick the phone up, which I knew had to be true because they were too engrossed in the movie they were watching.
Heather asked her parents, and none of them picked up the phone either.
I started panicking and I couldn't get to sleep that night.

THE SHADOW
Author: Anonymous
When I was younger, about seventeen, I used to live with my Mom at a house that my father had built for my sisters, mother, and me. My dad wasn't living with us at the time because he was working in another part of Arizona, and we would travel north to go and see him on weekends. My parents weren't divorced at that time; we just stayed behind to find someone to rent the house so we could move with him. Ever since we the house was built, strange things would happen there, but we never really thought about it, kind of just ignored it. That house has five rooms, and the hallways were shaped like a capital T. In the back hallway where the rooms are, there is a big black shadow that walks back and forth. Every one of my family members has seen it, and we all know that it is there, but we never really talked about it with others outside the family.
It was or little secret.
We finally found someone to rent the house, and we moved with my dad. About a six months went by, and we ended up moving back into our house because the people that we had rented it to didn't really take care of it.
When we moved back in I was eighteen, and I got a job at the town hospital. A guy that lived in our house with the guy that we rented the house to worked there also. One day he came in and we started to talk. He asked me where I lived and I told him, then for some reason he got this strange look on his face ,and I asked him what was the matter. He said,
"I know that this is going to sound weird, but did you ever notice that you had a...."
"Ghost in the house." I said.
He just looked at me and said yes. Then he told me that he saw that one in the hallway and the he told me that there is another one that stands in the dining room. To this day I never seen that one in the dining room, but the one in the hallway is still there and still walking back and forth. My sisters are still living in the same house to this day, and the house was built about fifteen years ago. Nothing has ever tried to hurt us, and sometimes when on of the tapestries or the pictures in the hallway moves, we just tell the "ghost" to leave things alone because we don't bother "it", and things go back to normal. My nieces and nephews see it walking around, but they don't do anything about it. Awhile ago, my oldest sister told me that her daughter was talking to something in her room. When my sister asked her about it, she said that she was talking to "Scary" (I guess that is what she calls it). Now things in the house are starting to calm down a little, and my niece is no longer talking to "Scary". Strange things still happen in the house, but since we have lived in that house for so long, we kind of got used to it.

BLUE LIGHT
Author: Stomper12232@aol.com
Once my cousins Bryan, Blair, and I all slept in my room. At around two in the morning, we kept hearing footsteps in the hallway, so we went and checked the hall.
Nobody was there, everybody else was still asleep.
We walked a little farther and saw a blue flash. We walked up to it, thinking it was only a car light or something, but it wasn't.
Bryan knocked my hand into the blue light, and then I got a bad pain in my hand and pulled it out of the light.
The light disappeared and we went to sleep.
When morning came, I noticed blood on my hand and a big cut deep in my skin. It scared me badly. That light had been over Grannie's sewing machine, and since that day I have tried to never look at it again. Strange stuff happens when I look at it, like I'll start seeing very scary things or have nightmares.

TUCKED IN
Author: Blondiegurl238@aol.com
I was over at my friends house staying the night and she said that there was a ghost in her house, but I didn't belive her. She told me that he helps her with her math homework, and that every night he comes and tucks her in and then runs back to the kitchen. And, like everyone else, I didn't believe her.
Well, while we were sleeping that night I heard footsteps come into her room. I felt him tuck me and my friend in, and then I heard him run back to the kitchen and walk around.
Just like she told me.

THE BOY'S REFLECTION
Author: Anonymous
My uncle and aunt live about four houses down from me with their three kids.
In this house there are three floors, and my cousin Jesse's room is in the basment. His bed has attached shelves with a big mirror in the middle of it.
One day Jesse was upstairs and told his little sister to go in his room to go get a cd. When she opened the door and looked in, in the mirror she saw a little boy's reflection. He was pale white with black hair and had a sore on his forhead. She didn't tell anyone because they never belive her.
Later she heard her dad talking about it. He saw the same boy in the mirror, so she told him what she saw. Even to this day you can sometimes see the little boy's reflection in the mirror.

GHOST STORIES
Author wishes to remain anonymous.
I was with my best friend, who is also my godsister, spending the night at her house. Her two younger cousins were there. You see, my godsister and I are totally into the ghost thing. Also, we have both seen them.
A series of creepy things happened that night. The first was the lamp.
There is a lamp that's in her living room, next to the couch. We were in her room telling ghost stories (of all things) when her two cousins came in. We got up and chased them into the living room, and while we were in the living room, the lamp turned off and on. It did that three times that night. As you would guess, her mom told us that it was probably the power. Still, we were freaked out.
That night, we had been recording on her radio and had fallen asleep with the light on. I woke up three times that night. The first time I woke up, the light were off, and the radio was off also. My godsister was not in the room, so I got up to look for her. I found her sleeping in another room, so I went back to bed.
The second time I woke up, I saw the ribbons hanging above the bed moving. Thinking it was only wind, I dissmissed it and went back to sleep.
The third and final time I woke up was the creepiest. I woke up to the sound of laughing. Not creepy laughing, but like kids. It reminded me of when I'm laughing with my godsister. Then, I heard someone shout
"I won!"
and then a pounding. By then I was scared sh*tless. I finally went to sleep.
In the morning my cousin told me that she had heard the exact same thing that night.
Then her mom told us this,
"Last night I could of sworn I heard you two talking. But when I got up you two were sound asleep and the radio was on full blast."
After that my godsister and I knew that we had not been alone in that house the night before.
Update:
Me and my godsister do folklorico dancing, and one day we were going to a show, when we found out something very disturbing. My godsister's mom was talking to my mom when she said that the man next door to her had killed himself. That night, I spent the night at my godsister's house again. In the middle of the night I had this really bad dream that me and my godsister were being killed by this man. Then, I was awaken by a cold hand shaking me. There was a man standing beside me. It was the man from my dream. We weren't killed, but the vision of that man will never leave me.

THE GHOST CALL
Author: Minda90@aol.com
I was calling my best friend Brittany who had moved away. We were best friends. When we said goodbye and she hung up, I just listened in the phone, wishing she could talk to me more.
But then I heard something in the phone.
I heard two ladies talking to eachother. I couldn't make out what they were saying, and the strange thing was that no one else was using the phone at that time. About a month later I found out that one night awhile back two old ladies were talking on the phone together, and one used to live in my house.
The lady that lived in my house was murdered while talking on the phone. Then the friend died of old age.
I think what I heard is their ghosts talking to eachother.

HARRISON
Author: SoccerGirl1959@aol.com
One Halloween, as a scare, my friends dared me to go down to the lake where supposedly a person had died 50 years ago in a car accident. Before we had left, I asked an Ouija board if my boyfriend Harrison would be alright. He had been in the hospital for a long time now. The Ouija board said that he was in danger. I never belived Ouija boards though, they just didn't make sense.
The people in the accident 50 years ago had fallen off of the bridge on their way to prom. As I had walked down to the lake, I heard some noises. Thinking it was just my friends trying to give me a scare, I quickly walked further down. I set up my sleeping bag, and went inside my tent. There was nothing there.
That night I woke up again to a screeching noise. I looked all aroung me, and there was nothing in sight. No wind, no animals, and no friends. I felt something grabbing me, it was some sort of root or something. Anyhow, it had caught onto my leg.
I turned around and there in the lake I saw a hand with blood on it sticking out.
It was not a skeleton,
it was my boyfriend Harrison.

THE SAME BOYS
Author: AngelBeLLaXoX@aol.com
One night in the summer when I was in Nicaragua when I was visiting my grandma I was about twelve and my friends and I were hanging out in the yard. We were drinking soda and it was about two o'clock in the morning. We saw two little boys, about nine-years-old, running around laughing and playing in the street.
Why are little boys playing outside so late at night? we wondered.
So we decided to scare them. We went inside and got flashlights. We walked to them and turned on the flashlights and screamed,
"Go home, it's late!"
We looked closely at them, and their skin was bloody and ripped apart, their clothes nearly torn off and bloody. We were scared as hell. The flashlights went out and the little boys vanished. We were shocked and ran into the house screaming. We tried to go to sleep, but the boys faces stayed in our minds.
The next morning we turned on the news and heard that two little boys were killed the night before in a field. They were attacked by wild dogs.
They were the same boys we had seen the night before.

THE HOUSE IN SANTA BARBARA
Author: Kp85053@aol.com
Years after we moved from Santa Barbara, my mother told me that she would sometimes feel a presence come into the den while she was sitting on the couch. However, when she would look up to see who it was that came in, no one would be there. There was also a hole in my bedroom wall, and we couldn't find out where it came from while we lived there. After we put the house up for sale, my mother had found out that a woman had shot herself in my bedroom, several years before we moved into the house.
Which would explain the hole in my bedroom wall.

THE GRANDMOTHER
Author: KittyMaxwell14@aol.com
Ann was playing truth or dare with her friends when one of them dared her to go to the cemetery located down the street from her home. Since Ann did not believe in ghosts and such, she agreed to the dare. That night, at exactly midnight, she walked out of the house and ran to the cemetery. When she got there, a strange fog started to roll in. Since she didnt believe in the paranormal, she didn't think much of it. Ann decided to visit her grandmother's grave since she hadn't been there in awhile. Ann sat down by the tombstone and started to talk silently with her grandmother. All of the sudden, a strong wind started to blow. She thought that she heard strange movements, like leaves and stones russling together.
Then something happened that she would have never expected.
The ground began to move.
Ann's eyes began to grow in size as she backed away from the grave. A rotting and bony arm shot out of the ground and grabbed her ankle. Ann started to scream with all her might, but the zombie was just to strong. It began to pull her into the ground! She struggled, but it was no use. Her last thoughts as she quickly lost sight of the sky were, 'My grandmother killed me...'

THE DEMON FROM HELL
Author: Amanda
One day I was walking in the park, and I saw a demon killing a woman. He came over to me like he was taking a step, but it was really fast. He asked for my name, age, address, and phone number. I was so scared, I wanted to scream. I did scream, but he covered my mouth and said,
"I will ask you one more time: what is your name, address, age, and phone number?"
I ducked down, because he was about to stab me. I ran away as fast as I could, and every day I go to that park. I see that same demon that tried to kill me. I even see him by my house sometimes. I dont know how he knew where I lived...
but he knew, and that's all that mattered to him.

HALLOWEEN NIGHT
Author: Chocoholic12349@aol.com
It was Halloween Night, and my friends and I were trick or treating.
Totally unaware something strange was about to occur.
Since this was our last year trick or treating, my friends and I wanted to make this night extra fun. We decided to scare someone we really hated, just for the fun of it. There was this guy named Scott who we really hated so we scared him. And it worked really well. On the way home this guy was walking down the street and something fell from his pocket. We ran after him.
"Hey Mister!" Julie called. "You dropped something."
He didn't hear us. We looked to see what it was, and it was a beat-up looking wallet.
"Let's look inside!" I suggested.
"I wouldn't feel right invading someone's privacy," protested Carla.
"Oh, we don't have to listen to your words of wisdom," Julie said, opening the wallet.
Wasn't much in there, just some old pictures. But I noticed something very odd.
"That's strange," I said.
"What?" asked Carla.
"Well these pictures look like they were taken in the early nineteen hundreds or so. And that guy looks just like this guy in this picture. Wouldn't that make him really old?"
We looked at eachother with questioning looks on our faces. We had a sleepover that night and kept the wallet. After everyone was asleep, I saw someone standing in my living room whispering,
"I want my wallet!!!"
I woke up my friends, and they heard it too. We were all really freaked out and didn't go back to sleep. The next day we took the wallet and set on the road where it had fallen. Then we heard a voice whispering
"Thank you."
We turned around and saw the man who owned the wallet, and he disappeared into thin air.

THE HAUNTINGS
Author: SpoiledBratt1213@aol.com
This happend when I was in my old house, and I was supposed to be sleeping. Instead I was playing Gameboy. My mom came in twice and told me to turn it off. I was right in the middle of winning when I heard,
"Bad girl!"
Then my gameboy shut off. I was about to scream. I just laid down and tried to fall asleep. Then I heard,
"Good Girl!"
I was so scared, I fell asleep in terror. That night at arount one in the morning I woke up to a clicking noise. I went out to the living room to find a light switch moving up and down. The light switch hadn't worked for a while because my dad never wanted to fix it. Then I ran into my room and climbed into my bed. I heard my sister screaming for help, so I ran into my parents bedroom. They came into the room to find Jenny awake sitting up.
"Did you just wake up?" my parents asked.
"No," Jenny said.
"Did you play a joke on your sister?" my parents asked.
"No," Jenny said, "Like I would want to scare her."
So my parents didn't believe me. Then everyone went back to bed.
I woke up to a nightmare of my sister dying. I found myself in my sister's bed. I thought I saw my sister dead so I started to shake her. She didn't wake up. Instead of geting my parents I got my brother. We came into the room to find Jenny sitting up again.
"Jenny, did you try to play a trick on Sam?" my brother asked.
"No, I wouldn't want to scare her," my sister said.
"Jenny was just playing a joke," he told me.
Agian, we all went back to bed.
I woke up to a scratching noise and saw a note in blood on my ceiling. It said,
"DON'T DISTURB ME ANYMORE!!!"
I was really scared then, and I ran into my parents bedroom. That morning I woke up in my bed. Figuring my parents put me there I went out into the living room. My parents were making breakfast when they said,
"Why did you go back to your room?"
"I didn't," I said.
"Yes you did. We woke up to find you not there," my parents said.
"She floated in," my sister said in a scared voice.
"Now stop being foolish Jenny!" my parents yelled.
I walked into my room and found a note on my wall, written in blood, saying,
YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!!
Even since I moved, I still hear noises and see things. Sometimes I'll wake up with weird cuts on me that weren't there before.

THE MAN IN THE UPSTAIRS ROOM
Author: Tank1891885248@aol.com
My cousin moved into an old house when I was four-years-old. This house had three floors and nineteen different rooms.
One night I was invited to his party for his birthday, and about five kids ended up coming. Some kids were too scared to go to the top floor, which nobody lived on. I said
"I'm gonna go up then, you little babies."
When I got to the top floor, I heard a moan come from the right-hand side of the room.
I walked into the room and saw several kids sitting on the floor. One kid was mad, so he grabbed a knife and stabbed another boy. Blood spilled all over the floor as the boy passed away. Suddenly, the whole picture disappeared. I could still see a red stain on the floor.
A blood stain.

I LOVE YOU
Author: Sk8terX420@aol.com
Isabell, and her mother went to the mall one day, and her mother went into an antique shop and asked the child to stay by the antique toys but told her not to harm them. Isabell noticed a cute little teddy bear with the words
"I LOVE YOU"
written across the chest in red. The girl ran to her mother and pleaded for her to buy the teddy bear. The mother gave in to her child's wishes and bought the bear.
That night, the child slept with the bear in her arms. The next morning when the mother awoke, she found the child lying in her bed drenched in blood...
dead.
The day after the funeral, the mother, missing her daughter, slept in the girl's room. In the middle of the night she noticed the the teddy bear had moved from its position on the shelf the the desk next to the bed. She thought she must have been imagining things and went back to sleep.
The next morning, the father came into the room and found the mother dead, lying in a puddle of blood. After the funeral, the father went into the bedroom to throw all of the child's belongings away.

He picked up the teddy bear and said,
"why the hell is this here?"
The teddy no longer said "I LOVE YOU"; it said,
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU."
The man threw the teddy away.
The next day a little girl named Beth went to an antique store with her mother and picked up a cute little teddy bear reading "I LOVE YOU" on the chest..........

FIGHT FOR SANITY
Author: Spookfest@aol.com
Sitting in the dark cold, a man named Andrew was fighing for his sanity. It was hard; he kept seeing the demons coming, and everytime he saw one it seemed to be getting a little bit closer. Finally, one night he went to bed telling himself,
"I am not going to see one.....I am not going to see one...."
He went to sleep and woke up seeing a demon right by his door, but he went back to sleep, telling himself it was only his imagination. He woke up again and saw it by his closet, but again he thought it was only his mind going insane. He woke up again to see the demon right by his night stand; he was scared, but he decided again it was his head. He woke up one last time to see it was right by his bed, staring at him, and that it was the wrong choice to think it was only his imagination; he never woke up again at all.
When the police found his dead body, it looked as though he had been slammed against something so hard that it killed him. He also had scratch marks on his head from something.....the police figured he must have scratched himself while commiting suicide.....
The police also thought it was due to insanity.

THE FOOTSTEPS
Author: Genina D.
E-mail: Geninarose@aol.com
My mother was 22 at the time of this experience and lived with my dad, aunt, grandma, and uncles in a house in Mineola, New York. She and my father lived in the basement, and my sisters were just babies (I wasn't even thought of yet).
It all started one day when everyone left for work. My mother was going about her daily chores when out of nowhere, she heard a knock on the upstairs front door. She ran up the stairs to see who was there, but nobody was there at all. This happened three times.
When my grandma came home from work, she asked her if she was expecting anyone and that she had heard knocks on the door. My grandma told her she hadn't expected anybody to come over.
The next day, she was again doing her chores when, this time, she heard the knock and someone step inside the foyer. This kept on happening, but the steps went, eachday, from the foyer, through the living room, then into the kitchen, and to the door that leads to the basement apartment.
During these events she was scared to death because she was all alone with my twin sisters.
Finally, she told her friend about what had happened. Her friend agreed to go to her house and have dinner. During dinner nothing happened, but, while they were doing the dishes, my mom heard footsteps coming down the stairs leading to the upstairs bedrooms. She turned to her friend and said,
"Gloria, do you hear that"?
Her friend replied,
"Yeah, I hear it".
My mom called out to my dad and said,
"Ron, is someone walking down the stairs?"
He replied,
"No."
After that the footsteps minimized and finally disappeared. She still wonders about what really went on at the house.
And is still scared.

MY HOUSE IS HAUNTED
Author: Anonymous
My house is haunted, but my parents won't believe me. I believe my house is haunted by an apparition in the form of a dog for these reasons:
Many years ago, before I lived in this house, my grandmother, father, and cousin lived in it. The driveway is long and goes up a steep hill, and is surrounded by about five aceres of woodland on one side. At this time, it wasn't cleared out, now it is. She saw a large black dog with deep green eyes. She has not changed her story for five years, so I know she wasn't lying. Another reason I believe a dog is around my house is just last year I was taking care of my one year neice and two year old nephew. My neice and nephew are not afraid of dogs, mind you. My neice was fine if I carried her, but if I sat down or tried to lay her down to go to sleep for the night, she would cry. When I asked what was wrong, she said "dog", and you know how everyone says babies are more open to the other side and more likely to see things. I asked her if the dog was outside because I have two dogs, she said no. I asked her if the dog was inside the house, she said yes. Then my dad told her to point to where the dog was and she pointed to our kitchen. But nothing was there.
Here is why my mom believes the house is haunted:
One night my mom woke up because she heard someone knocking on the door.When she looked out no one was there. Another night she woke up and heard footsteps in the hallway but no one was awake. Then the one I was there for, we were just getting ready to leave the house, when we heard something . It was like hail, only the size of an 18wheeler.It stopped, but we were so scared.My mom thinks there was something there, but it's gone now.
As for me, I'm still scared

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