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New Years eve


On New Years eve 1997 we all got home around 2:00 a.m. and headed to bed like it had been just another normal evening. My 22 year old brother (I was 23 at the time) was sleeping on the sofa bed in the den, his girlfriend was sleeping in his room directly above, and I was in my room right next door to his. So at around 3:30am I hear this loud banging noise on my door and it is my brother. He was freaking out and crying and said that there was a ghost after him? Yup! I wasn't going to investigate it, so he slept with his girlfriend for the night with a baseball bat in his hands.

The next morning I asked him, albeit curiously,

"What happened Joe?" And he said, "I was just laying on the sofa bed, and I felt the bed shake."

He thought it was an earth quake and sat up.

He then proceeded to say that it stopped, so he looked around the room and then it started again except this time the bed lifted from the floor and started to bang on the wall.

He then jumped off and ran upstairs where the story started.

AND WHERE OUR HOUSE HAUNTING STARTED AS WELL!!

My brother Joe packed up his suitcase and moved out for about seven days because he was so freaked out about what happened. I just brushed it off, walked in the den and checked things out. Now to give you a picture of what the den looks like, when you walk in there is a chair on your immediate right and beside it is a coffee table. In the corner, right next to that is the couch, then there is a window, and beside that is a TV stand -- and beside that is the video cabinet which holds about 300 video tapes. It is not a large room at all, but long enough for the bed to stretch out.

At the foot of the bed is the video cabinet which is fairly heavy. While I was checking things out, after the "attack," I noticed that the video cabinet had been moved from the wall to the foot of the bed, and that it was still opened. I kept a mental note of that, and didn't bother mentioning it.

The next couple of days were fine. I called home on the Thurday later that week to let my mom know that I was going out for a game of pool. She answered the phone in a hysterical manner -- screaming, crying, yelling she said that someone was in the house, but then they were not there -- I told her to GET OUT NOW!

I called my neighbor and told her to go over right away, and that I was on my way home. When I arrived home my mom met me in the street and told me what happened. She said she had just arrived home from work, and she had closed the door behind her. She then heard someone walk down the hall and into my brothers room (keep in mind that his room is directly above the den where the first instance happened). Then she heard the closet open, the drawers open and shut, basically it just sounded like my brother was in his room doing the reg.

She said, "Joe is that you?"

"Hello"

. . . and no one answered, and the noise continued. She said that she started to walk up the stairs and started to get angry that he was not saying anything.

( My mom hates it when my brother and I scare her)

When she reached the top of the stairs she faced Joe's room at the end of the hall about 20 feet away. She said in a very loud and angry voice, "JOE STOP PLAYING GAMES AND ANSWER ME NOW!!"

Just then the noise stopped the door opened and no one was there. That was when I called and she started to freak out.

Now the big task was going in the house. So I did. The baseball bat was at the bottom of the stairs and I grabbed it (not like it would protect me from anything that could go through walls or anything) . . . .

I turned on every light as I walked. I went into each room and nothing was different. Then I walked into the den!

The room was a mess. It looked like my brother and his football friends left a mess and didn't clean up. The phone was on the floor, the rug as turned over, the chair was pulled from the wall, the TV cabinet was turned sideways.

I got the big time chills all over my body. I asked my mom what happened and she said the my dad was working all day, Joe had not come home, and that she was not home either. I fixed up the den told my mom to go back to the neighbors house, and that I would be back in an hour because I had to pickup my car. She went I went and an hour later I returned with my friend. I had no intention of sleeping alone that night!

Nobody had been in the house since we left. I pulled up and met my mom in the driveway. We walked in and AAHHHHHHH!

The den was a disaster area.

The chair on the right side of the doorway was completely blocking the entrance to the room, the table from the corner was in the center of the room along with the VCR cabinet, the TV was in front of the window and the couch as pulled out and turned!

I started to freak out, my mom started crying and ran to call my dad home from work. It was so weird and we all had the chills for the rest of the night.

I can't forget to mention that we stayed up until the sun came up drinking lots of coffee. Well about a week went by and nothing happened. My brother came home and things were cool for a couple of days. It was about 3:30 again and my parents had gone to bed about midnight. Joe and I stayed up to watch a movie and then headed to bed. As soon as I got to bed and started to dose I heard a noise in the kitchen. It sounded like footsteps and a sniffling sound like someone was crying. It walked through the kitchen, down the hall, up the stairs and started to walk down the hallway towards Joe's and my rooms all the time sniffling sounds. Just then my brother came barreling into my room and dive-bombed my bed. We were paralyzed with fear and couldn't even move.

"I said OK on the count of 3 we will run down the hall to mom and dads room, but keep your eyes closed in case it was there."

1-2-3, and we ran screaming! (I laugh now because we were adults at the time). We scared the life out of my parents! We all went to the kitchen to make yet another pot of coffee and wait until the sun came up. The only strange thing about it was that the dishwasher had just been turned on and was empty!

A few days later we had our priest come in and bless the house and do an exorcism on the whole house (it freaked us all out because the priest performed the exorcism 3 times and each time became very emotional). So since then we haven't had any problems.

Life has continued on as normal - but my mom decided to do some land investigation, considering we were the original owners and all.

What she found out gave us all shivers!

She found out the 100 years ago to the first happening was on New Years Eve 1997 when a farm house had burned down around our property, and four children had perished in the fire. It kind of make sense because of the sniffling sounds.

What she also found out was that our entire neighborhood was built on an ancient cemetery, and that four houses had been haunted since they were built in 1993.

One other thing I didn't mention was that my mom saw an apparition of a women in the basement, the women she saw matched the picture of the mother who people say used to walk the fields after her children had died crying.

Knock Knock


We had just been stationed in Bitburg, Germany and were on the waiting list for base housing. In the meantime we needed a place to live, so my father found a old farm house for rent that was owned by an older couple.

We had only been in Germany and in the old farm house for about two weeks when things started happening. It was a three story house complete with attic and basement. On the first level was the living, dining and the kitchen area, the second floor consisted of four bedrooms and a bathroom, and the third floor had two more rooms and the attic. My father was reluctant to unpack all the boxes so he had left all the extras in the third floor rooms.

It was a Thursday morning and my sister was getting ready for school. I decided to sneak into her room and hide in her closet. I was watching her. Her back was to me and she was reaching for her brush, but before her hand had a chance to grasp it, it flew off the dresser and out the window! All on its own!

Realizing what had just happened, my sister freaked out and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her and leaving me in the closet still screaming. My father came in to get me and I told him what had happened. All he could do was keep telling me, "Your imagination is running wild, child!"

That night my imagination must have been rubbing off on everyone. My dad had just locked up the house for the evening and was headed up to bed when the door bell rang, and kept ringing. He opened the windows to look at the front door, but there was no one there -- yet the bell was still ringing.

Since we had to go to bed, he took the bell out (it an old pull string bell) and we started to get ready for bed) -- but the door had those old heavy knockers in the middle of the door and it started "knocking!"

Oh boy! My dad once again looked out the window and, just like the last time, there was no one there. I have never ever seen my father so scared. Big ol' "Mr. Macho G.I." ... LOL! But that night he was "ghost white" as he opened the door and took the knocker apart, hoping to dismantle it.

Finally, with the house all quieted down, he got to bed. He was almost asleep when the shutters on the window in my sister's room started to slam, opening and closing repeatedly -- and here is the kicker, there was no wind blowing!

My sister ran screaming down the hall to my parents room, crying and was totally unable to be consoled. My father tied the shutters closed and we all decided to sleep in the living room. We awoke the next morning tired and still trying to figure what had happened.

My older brother played the guitar and had been playing it the next morning before school. I had been outside and when I came in I heard his guitar still playing and so I thought he was still in his room. But when I made my way to his room, and walked in like normal, I saw the guitar on the bed with the strings still moving!

Well lets say I nearly had to take a bath to get cleaned up!

My mother must have finally had enough too, because she grabbed me and we left the house until my father got home.

We all agreed to start sleeping downstairs and we started going to the bathroom in pairs. He also blocked off the third story of the house, the one with all the unpacked boxes, and the rooms where my brothers slept so they couldn't scare the rest of the family.

That weekend I was playing ball with my little puppy and about an hour later she came yelping down the hallway. She ran in from the direction of the kitchen and I had just gotten her calmed down when her ball came bouncing from the third story staircase. Now remember my father had just blocked that off, and since the dog couldn't climb the stairs, my only conclusion was that the "spirits" wanted to "play" with my puppy ... LOL!

This all happened when I was four years old. Now, 23 years later, it still freaks me out. A lot more happened in this house before we were able to get into base housing. I would be here all night just typing away to tell all the stories that happened in this house.

When I was 17 I called the people that now own the home and asked them more about it. They told me it was built in the late 1890's and was used for the employees that worked the cow farm. Many people were born in that house, and unfortunately many had died there too. It had seen a lot of history and believe me it was felt. My brothers and sister are still reluctant to talk about it, but they say that is an experience that they will never forget.

The Creole Lady

The old pink stucco house on Royal Street was a bit run-down, but the price was right. So Phil Hantel, a 25-year-old lawyer from Santa Fe, N.M., bought it. Little did he know.

Just as he was closing the deal, Hantel began to hear the stories. Tales of an old widow who strangled her dog, then hung herself from the attic rafters. Rumors of a dark spirit bottled up in a sealed chimney. Stories that told Hantel that he might be moving in with one of New Orleans' most famous ghosts: The Creole Lady of Faubourg-Marigny.

Hantel, a dapper young man in a plaid shirt and chinos, says the stories are wrong. The ghost is gone, he insists.

"It's supposed to have been exorcized, I'm telling you," Hantel says over a cup of coffee in the Flora Gallery and Coffee Shop on the corner of Royal and Franklin, next door to his house.

The Creole Lady of haunting fame was, in real life, a woman named Madame Mineurecanal. Another legend identifies her as Mme. Marigny, wife of Count Bernard Marigny, the man reputed to have brought gambling to New Orleans.

Whatever her lifetime identity, folks say her post-life form takes the shape of a woman whose ghastly face is the frozen rictus of a hanging victim: eyes bulging from their sockets, leathery tongue hanging from a misshapen mouth and a neck mangled by a rope noose.

Legend says the Creole Lady is most often seen descending from the attic -- ironically, where Hantel keeps his bed -- to the second-floor hall.

Hantel says any spectral presences in the house were banished before he arrived. When the previous owner, an American Indian, died, Hantel says mourners performed rituals intended to ward off the undead.

"They burned juniper branches and other stuff to dispel any evil spirits," he says. "I've also heard she's trapped in the chimney. They performed a service and capped the chimney. My neighbor across the street told me not to uncap the chimney."

Another alleged ghost-dispelling acoutrement, Hantel says, is the hall tile-art. Several bird-shaped tile mosaics on the hallway's concrete floor are supposed to flush ghosts out the front door.

As he speaks in the cafe, Hantel's friend Irina Tache, 23, grows more and more interested in the house. Tache, with an intricate flower tattoo climbing her arm, a ring in her nose, and a St. Thomas medallion dangling from her neck, is a Romanian Gypsy. She says she can feel the presence of ghosts.

"Let's go to your house," Tache says in an accent vaguely reminiscent of Boris Karloff. "I want to see it." Hantel agrees.

Inside the house, Tache wanders from floor to floor, sniffing, poking around.

"I can tell you this much: If she's here, she's not interested in this story," Tache says.

Finally, Tache declares the house spirit-free. But there is a caveat: In the rear corner of the back garden, next to a serpentine gargoyle mounted on a brick wall, Tache says she "felt something."

"It's just a presence," she says, nodding toward the gargoyle. "But it's nice. It's not weird at all."

THE HANGING TREE AND EXHUMED BODIES


INTRO: This particular story occurred just about a couple of years ago. I was until recently quite reluctant to share my experience as my friends, who also shared it with me have long since chosen to forget the incident(S) for fear of rejection, criticism and humiliation.
The story itself is hard for me to write because remembering it brings back so much fear to me that I try and put to the back of my head, but can't quite throw away!
Firstly, I have chosen NOT to name the exact area where these stories actually occurred. Its primarily because I do not wish to advertise such a horrible, and potentially dangerous place to anyone but instead will just tell you that it takes place in the north east of Scotland, just outside of Aberdeen City.
For the place names I will leave blanks and basic references.

THE STORY

Sitting in the college canteen one morning, my friend hurriedly approached me and told me of a supposedly haunted wood near her house. Immediately we where captivated, if a little skeptical! The story she told was of a young man in the 50's who got sick of life, and took his own by hanging himself from a tree "his ghost can still bee seen!" blah blah blah! So at the weekend we armed ourselves with cameras, warm clothes, hot tea and lots of guts!

NIGHT ONE

The woodland strip is in a strange place. It starts immediately behind a council estate and opens out onto a series of large fields. It has a thin muddy path running through it, and a series of 7 various gates and fences throughout giving its infamous name "THE SEVEN GATES!" well well well!

At first we were rather disappointed as we saw nothing, so we came home and decided to wait for an hour or two till it got to midnight before we returned.

We did return and to this day I wish we had left the horrible place for good.

I decided that it was a lot of rubbish so said my goodbyes and ventured alone down the woodland path. Stopping to relieve myself of a full bladder, I felt a shudder run down my back. I felt aware as if something was watching me. I looked up to see a horrid sight. Running towards me at grace pace was what can only be described as a dead child. It was around 3ft tall skeletal, and had a sallow face. It suddenly jinked right and disappeared into the darkness. Suddenly I heard screams in the distance. It was my friends screaming! I ran like a bat out of hell towards the screams and found them all hugging each other, crying their eyes out. They have never told me what happened to this day, but one recently let it slip that suddenly they where surrounded by dead children who where just standing there staring at them.

We went home shaken and frightened! I thought it was the END of that place but something made us return, some kind of force, like being pulled in by a fishing line. We felt the need to go back so we did!

NIGHT TWO

Again, for the first few hours nothing strange happened! Then suddenly out of nowhere the most intense feeling of evil hit us. It was like a wet blanket being dragged over us. We felt out of breath, scared and felt the most unpleasant feeling of hate inside us. We started yelling at each other and lashing out, saying the most disgusting things to each other. I noticed my friend in the far distance walking of to be alone he was visibly upset. And so we sat, angry and scared at a small opening in the wood. Every so often I would look up at my friend who had gone to be alone. He was around 50 ft away and illuminated by the distant glow of a farm house. Soon I realized I was alone with one other friend. The rest had gone home. Three of us remained. Me, my friend and the other friend 50ft away. I looked up at my friend in the distance, I shouted to him "Lets go I'm bored and wet, and pissed off!" He shouted back "Okay hold on!". He started to move and when he got to within 40ft of us, suddenly a TALL man, maybe 8ft tall appeared from behind a tree BEHIND him and was advancing on him fast! It was a man, it didn't glow or float or appear it was an unnaturally tall man. I looked at my friend by my side and said "What am I looking at?" he replied "The tall f******* behind____!?"…"Yes!" I said…"I don't like him much!"…"Nor do I!" And we ran faster ran we have ever ran in our lives. We didn't feel guilty about ditching our friend till we got home. But we phoned him and discovered he was still alive. It was a terrifying experience but was NOTHING compared to the THIRD night!

NIGHT THREE

I have read MANY ghost stories they ALL end on climax but you will never read anything as terrifying as this!

We returned but only the four of us. Again the usual nothing! We actually assumed that the place was no longer haunted! How wrong we were!

It was closing in on 12.30 am, we were all ready to go home but I decided to stay. I wanted to provoke something by being alone. So my friends told me that they would wait at the bottom of the path for me. I stayed by myself for around 15 minutes and started to head back to meet my friends. I saw them in the distance waving to me frantically, they weren't screaming or yelling so I assumed they where just being idiots and having fun. Then my mobile phone started ringing, so I answered it and was greeted by frantic screams of my friends who where only 100 yards away from me. It struck me as strange how they where screaming down the phone but I couldn't hear them from THAT short distance. All I made out was "Run…run…can't you see them! Just run…please run…!" It was hysterical screaming. I ran down to them and they were all crying and hugging me they dragged me home without saying another word. When we got home they told me what they had seen. Apparently I appeared from the shadows into the light where they could see me and suddenly they saw around 6 or 7 seven skeletal kids come OUT of the trees and run towards me. The kids encircled me forming a "ring" holding hands and dancing round me. They broke the ring and started pointing at me and making gestures towards me, gesticulating as if they were going to hurt me.

One year later

A year later I took an interest in the local history of the area, and became very interested in the old stories of body snatching for medical research. I was in a book store in the city reading a book on the most famous of cases. This is what I read:

" A certain medical student was found guilty in the late 19th centaury of exhuming literary hundreds of bodies for medical research. He was discovered when rumors of a mass grave came to light, on "___ Farm" in a woodland and area east of the city"
THE "___Farm" where we had stupidly visited to try and see some ghosts a year before. I remember dropping the book on the floor as a chill went up my spine! Then I remembered the skeletal children and sheer dread of that horrible place, and a tear of fear came to my eyes!

BLACKENED


Two years ago, my fiancee and I moved into a small house in a little rural Pennsylvania town. The house is fairly old, our landlord guesses 50 to 60 years. It has two bedrooms, a small living room, and a good sized kitchen. Forest surrounds the place on three sides and there's gravel/shale along the front of the house and in the driveway.
The rent is low and the area is beautiful - we thought we were pretty lucky.

Our first night there, I felt very uncomfortable being near the windows that faced the backyard. I felt as if I was being watched intently. At first, I tried to blame it on living out in the middle of nowhere for the first time in my life. But the feeling persisted and I had to hang blankets and sheets over the windows in the kitchen and shut the doors of rooms with windows that faced the backyard (including the back bedroom). Even then, I still felt uneasy.

As time went on, random, yet "typical" weird things would happen. Doors opening and closing on their own, with no reasonable explanation. Noises of things being knocked over, yet nothing would be out of place. Phantom pressure on the bed or couches, like an animal was resting or walking nearby. Every once in awhile, we notice a shadow dash by in our peripheral vision. They tend to be low to the ground, but a few have been over 5 ft.

Six months after moving in, I began feeling as if I were being watched most of the time and would get strong feelings of dread. I was on edge often, it was hard to relax. My fiancee felt the same and we even contemplated moving. When I would relax, something would fall and startle me, or I'd hear scratching in the walls. I tried blaming the latter on mice or some other pest, but the scratching would seem to follow me as I walked around the house.

Around two weeks after the scratching/following began, both my fiancee and I would randomly smell something burning. It tended to be in the back bedroom that we didn't use, besides for storage. We noticed the smell in the hallway, and it increased the closer we got to the room. It was coming from the closet. The only odd thing about the closet was that it had a little door that led to underneath the house. There was no basement, so there was only ground below.

One night, when I was home alone, I heard something rattling and banging in the back bedroom. I went in and, of course, it was coming from the closet. When I opened the door, I saw the little trap door being pushed upon from below rather violently. The floor around the door was blackened by what looked like ash. The ash was also on some parts of the walls. The ash/soot was all over our winter coats (they're still stained) and on the boxes on the top shelf as well. I was more annoyed than scared, since it was a huge mess. I closed the door, and left the room.

Eventually, the rattling stopped. I told my fiancee about it and he didn't believe me until he saw the closet. The ash was still all over everything. He guessed that an animal snuck in through the door, played around, then went back into hiding. However, the door has a fairly sturdy latch and was locked when I saw it and when he inspected it.

One day, I went to dust the bedroom and saw that the curtains had been torn from the window - the rods were bent. As I put them back up, I had a very strong sense of being watched. It was hard to tell if it was from the window or the closet. I didn't stay long to figure it out.

This became a frequent thing for a couple of weeks.

The final (sort of) occurrence was the worst one.

Earlier this year, I was again home alone at night, and it had been a year and a half since moving in. I was moving junk into the back room, when I noticed something hunched over in the corner, near the window. I don't know what it resembled exactly, sort of doggish and deformed; its limbs seemed melded together. It was facing away from me, and I could make out the obvious curve of a spine. It was dark, nearly black and around 2 ft tall. I could only see one separate leg/arm and it was twitching. There was ash all around it, it may have even been covered in it. It sat there for maybe 10 seconds, then I slammed the door shut. When I opened it, it was gone, along with all the ash. I've never been in that room at night again, and it's been months since I've gone in there. I still hear things rattling in from there sometimes. My fiancee asks me why I leave the curtains on the floor.

Nothing major has happened since the appearance, at least. Occasionally, I hear something pacing back and forth outside from one end of the house (our bedroom) to the other (living room). The crunching on the gravel/shale has gone on for as long as an hour before. There's never anything or anyone out there when we check.

We've recently adopted a kitten and it doesn't like the back room much. He follows invisible movements, and will randomly hiss, jump, and run away from nothing and all that good stuff. I've caught him sitting in the hallway, staring at the back bedroom door.

ONE FRIDAY NIGHT


I always felt that my twin, Chad, was an indigo child. Of course he always went around telling everyone he was anyway. All of our friends thought it was cool that he could "sense the dead." Our mother, on the other hand, thought he was making it up, or it was weird.
The two of us were called simply "the twins" by her, and weren't acknowledged by her side of the family much. They thought that because we listened to a different type of music and dressed different from their 'scholars' we were unacceptable.
My dad on the other hand, was perfectly fine with Chad's gift, he thought it was awesome, so did my aunt Sarah, we still sit around and tell ghost stories to this day. But I have to admit, sometimes I would get jealous of him, because I too, thought it was cool.

When we were younger I would get angry when we came across something really good or really scary, and he would clam up, and act like he didn't have a gift at all. I would say "come on Chad! Talk to them or something!" And he would just mumble something under his breath, like 'you do it' or 'just shut up!' He always told me I didn't know what I was talking about. But one night it was my turn to be the 'special' twin.

We were juniors at the time, really into the whole punk thing, we dressed the part and listened to bands no one had ever heard of, and thought that was the best way to be. We had the same friends and always hung out. If you don't believe in the 'twin connection' just ask some of our friends, sometimes our ability to finish each other's sentences got down right freaky, some people thought we could read each other's minds but that's not true. Of course it didn't help that we spent almost every waking hour with each other. So anyway, one of our friends, Courtney, told us we have to do something cool this Friday, her idea of cool was going into one of the town's many 'haunted' houses, and using Chad as a guide. He was so into it, he even convinced some of them that he could SEE ghosts, let me tell you that's not true, he can feel them and that's about it. I didn't want to go, spending the whole night in a cold building, with nothing to do but wait for something to happen, was not my idea of a 'cool' Friday night. But I went along anyway, because Chad convinced me, and told me he'd make Nathan come along, this kid who I had a huge crush on.

So Friday night came and we got all prepared armed with flashlights, candles, lighters, and a camera. Five of us piled into Nathan's car, it was Nathan, Chad, Courtney, Sam and me. We pulled up to this nasty old house, it needed a paint job and the roof was sagging in. I thought 'no way.' But we went in and sat down, it was cold and the floor was damp, we waited there for a long time, and besides squeaking floor boards, nothing happened, a whole lot of nothing for 3 hours, bored, Nathan spoke up, and said "This is stupid." We all agreed, "I know a house that is truly haunted, but it's like an hour away." He said, and with nothing else to do we decided to take the hour long drive into New Hampshire to go to his alleged haunted house.

Getting there was fun, I forgot about being scared and we all just laughed and sang along with our favorite songs. Around 12:30 Nathan told us we were right down the street, and it all looked okay, there were normal houses on either side of us, and the street was lined with lights. Over all it felt safe; until we stopped in front of a dark house with an old rusty gate. The house itself didn't look that scary, besides over grown grass, the only thing I could spot that was wrong with it was the busted windows. Oh yeah, and that I was petrified of it. I took one look at it and wanted to run away.

Everyone was standing around smoking talking about the legend of the house and all I could do was stare at it. I felt like there was something inside watching me. It was bad.
Any who, a girl supposedly killed her whole family with her fathers gun, then turned it on herself, no one knew why, she killed her parents, 2 brothers, and 3 sisters. I didn't care, however, because I was so scared of it, it didn't look as bad as the first house. It didn't look bad at all, I was just terrified, a feeling that I would never like to feel again. So trying to play it cool, remember I was lusting over Nate, I said, "you know what, you guys go in, I'm going to take a nap in the car, I'm really beat." Yeah, no one bought it, and before I knew it I was walking though the door of this house that made me want to cry.
They were all walking around; you could hear the broken glass crunching underneath their feet, and every time they would turn to look at something I would try to run for the car. But each time someone caught me and I would say, "Oh, I wanted to check that out." But Chad insisted that we stay together. Then my ears started to ring, and there was this weight on my chest that grew heavier and heavier with every step. Soon I went from playing it cool to close to crying, pleading with my friends to let me go, but they would always grab my me and say there was nothing to be afraid of, Chad even held my arm, tight, to keep track of me. They wouldn't let me go, I felt like a prisoner, I didn't care who was there I was so overwhelmed with this feeling, I was horrified of it, I hated it I wanted to leave, even if that meant going to the car by myself.
Then I got my chance, for one moment he let go of me, and I ran as fast as I could, down the stairs and out the old door. I stepped outside, jumped down the steps and tore through the gate, I already felt much better, but something told me it wasn't over. I waited 5 minutes for someone to come out of the house to stay with me, or, my worst fear, to bring me back in. But no one came, trust me that was not a stealthy exit, I made a racket. But no one came, I figured they were busy digging up ghosts and did care if I left. So I sat down on the sidewalk, and for about 15 minutes put my head up against the car, and just stared at the house. (I was afraid to turn my back on it) I could see my twin and friend's flashlights wander around the bedroom on the right side of the house, their shadows casting eerie silhouettes of them, I laughed and was extremely happy I was not up there. The light disappeared and reappeared in the bedroom on the left side of the house. I felt so much better I was going to find a rock and throw it at the window, to try and scare them. So I started to get up and I heard Chad scream the most horrible scream you could ever hear. I stood perfectly still, and watched the light disappear. It was dark and quiet. "Oh, sh**t!" I said out loud, I didn't know what to do. Then all four of them came running at top speed out of the house, Chad first, and just stop right in front of me, staring. "Hey, are you guys okay?" I said, kind of freaked out. Then they all ran into the car took their seats and as soon as the last door was closed they were off at about sixty down the street.
We were on the highway to get home and no one spoke, now feeling left out, I wish I was there. I sat in the back, in the middle and every now and then Chad would turn around and just looked at me, I felt weird.

Soon we were at Sam's house, and he went around turning all the lights on. We sat down in the kitchen and I got everyone a drink. They were so out of it they didn't even say thanks. We all sat down around the table, the silence was killing me. Finally, I burst: "Come on you guys, what happened up there, are you guys trying to freak me out or punish me for running out?" They looked even more scared, Nathan's mouth dropped, and Chad said: "when did you leave exactly?" I told them when they went into the bathroom I booted it. "Oh my god." Courtney said, near tears. "Why? Why what happened? Tell me." I asked. "No." Sam said firmly, "it will freak you out." "Come on, I'm not a baby! TELL ME!" I yelled. "It was you," Chad said in a whisper, "it wasn't you, but it looked like you, and I didn't even know it." Wow, I was confused, so then everyone started talking at once, probably trying to make up for lost time, 'it looked just like you' and 'it talked to us' were just some of the things coming out of their mouths. What they told me was this: I never left. I was with them the whole time, in the bathroom, and in the right bedroom. But I had shut up, I wasn't complaining anymore, in fact I didn't say anything, Nathan even asked me if I wanted him to take me outside (in fear of me being traumatized) but I just shook my head no. Then they crossed the hallway and went into the left bedroom, where by accident Courtney shined her light across my face, that's when Chad turned and looked at me, he was across the room because I had stopped trying to flee, he screamed and started freaking out. Then "I" slowly walked backwards into the shadows, with a smile on my face, the others were confused, but scared enough not to wait and followed Chad outside, where they saw me, and went from being confused to scared.

It did freak me out, I wish they didn't tell me but it seemed like talking about it made them feel better. I don't know what that thing was that posed as me, but I'm not going to find out, and trust me I am not jealous of Chad anymore. That night had enough contact for me! I'm happy not feeling what Chad is going though, but I do feel bad sometimes, his gift seems like a curse, but maybe it will come to good use someday.

A SCARY NIGHT

So, this starts off as a terrifying ghost story and ends will a small amount of freaked out hilarity.

I was playing the role of house sitter for my then girlfriend's family and had invited a friend over to stay the night because I'm a bit of a scaredy cat at the best of times.
So at around 11pm, I decided it was time for me to head off to bed and said good night to Josh, who had settled comfortably into the couch watching something on the comedy channel. I was out cold as soon as my head hit the pillow. At around 1am I awoke to hear the sound of Josh literally screaming out my name, 'JAKE, JAKE, JAKE!' So I jumped out of bed, ran into the next room and turned on the lights, only to see Josh cowering and panting in the corner of the bed with the look of absolute terror on his face. 'What's up mate', I said, enquiring as to why he was so freaked out, he didn't answer me, didn't even look at me, just lifted his arm slowly and pointed at the doorway to the bedroom, where I had just entered. At the entrance to the room, stood the apparition of an elderly man and a young boy whose body was emanating a vibrant red colour. As I slowly backed onto the bed, the sound that a mobile phone makes when you place it next to stereo speakers (kind of sounds like Morse code) was emanating from the stereo which was cycling through radio stations in quick succession. After a few seconds of the radio cycling, it stopped on static. Then the volume increased substantially to the point where it was almost deafening, I didn't know which to be more scared of, the two glowing apparitions in the doorway or the deafening sound of static radio. I decided that I would reach over and unplug the stereo when suddenly a croaky, whispering voice came through the speakers, 'why are you here' it enquired as the young boy's apparition left the doorway and appeared in front of the wardrobe, just to the left of the entry. Although I was scared beyond all belief, I said 'this is my girlfriend's house, we're watching it while her fa…', the voice stopped mid sentence and croaked 'this is not your house, get out'. Although I really didn't need any other motivation I grabbed Josh by the scruff of his neck and sprinted out of the room, down the hallway and out the front door, only stopping to grab my car keys on the kitchen counter. After fumbling with the deadlock (always hated that name), we got outside, turned to close the door only to have it slammed in our faces.

As I got to my car… thankfully it started first time, I revved twice, took one last look at the house and happened to spy a curtain lift to the side and the face of the young boy, appearing now grey-blue in colour, pressed against the pane. After dropping the clutch and throwing up some gravel, we shot off down the driveway to the main road.

When we had established that we were never going back there again and the panting had subsided, we decided that we would go and stay at Josh's house for the rest of the night… even though it was likely we weren't going to sleep. So we got there, walked up the stairs to his room and chatted for a while… by the way his room was a complete mess, paper and crud everywhere. We were both getting tired and decided it was time to sleep, he took the top bunk, I took the bottom, he switched off the lights and he was notably snoring within minutes. I however, was not. After around an hour, my eyes got heavy enough to justify closing them, besides, my super hearing radar was on. After a while though, I started hearing footsteps stepping on the paper littered across his floor. 'Josh', I said quietly and waited for a response. 'JOSH! JOSH! JOSH!´ when I got to the stage where I was screaming, something had approached the bed and jumped on me, 'AAAAHHHH' I screamed in fear as Josh's parents stormed into the room and turned on the lights allowing the scared cat that had jumped on me (as I was sleeping in his usual bed), to bolt from the room.

Weeks later when my girlfriend and her family returned, they produced a photo of the boy of the family who had previously owned the house. The young boy had been playing in the back dam on the property and had slipped and drowned in the mud. It was that young boy that we had seen that night. The house has since had a Shaman visit with the family of the little boy in attendance; the mother and father were able to speak to the child through the Shaman and said their piece.

I have since had no problem in the house, though I'll never sleep there alone again.

THE FOLLOWERS


Have you ever heard of spirits attaching themselves to furniture or something that used to belong to them? I am a true believer that they do. Allow me to explain.

My mother started collecting antiques about ten years ago. She started off with small pieces, like vases and glass figurines, and moved on to larger ones, like beds and bookshelves. Most of the furniture in her house now is antique. Ever since she started collecting we've experienced paranormal activity.

We moved to South Carolina, This is when most of the events started taking place.

My mother's antique dining table and chairs were placed in the formal dining room of our home. At random times during the night everybody in the house would be startled awake by a big bang noise. We'd all rush out to the dining room to where the noise was coming from to find that all of the chairs around the table had been pushed over.

All of the chairs had to have fallen at once because it was just one big noise we all heard. My bedroom in that house was always colder than the rest of the house. Sometimes I would wake up at night to somebody calling my name. The voice was that of a young child. I could never determine where in the room the voice was coming from. It seemed to come from a different part of the room each time my name was called. I eventually started sleeping on the couch.

The summer of my sophomore year of high school my family moved to a different neighborhood. We took with us the antique dining room table and chairs. We started having experiences two days after we moved into our new home. The exact same scenario that I mentioned before would happen with the chairs in the middle of the night.
We'd all run into the dining room to find all of the chairs knocked over.

Other things happened in our new house too. My mother started hearing a little boy cry for his mother in the middle of the day. Our laundry room is a den type room that you have to go down a couple of steps to get down in to. Once while I was home alone doing the laundry, I heard someone coming down the steps into the room. When I spun around thinking it was my sister trying to scare me, nobody was there. My husband was doing laundry last night and he saw a shadow cross the wall in front of him and he was the only person in the room and he was standing still.

Our shih-tzu loves to play fetch. She and I were in the hallway playing fetch one day. I threw her ball down the hallway into the bathroom, which is at the end of the hall, for her to go fetch it. She would not go in the bathroom. She just stood at the doorway and barked. About a minute went by and she still wouldn't budge. Just as I was about to give up and retrieve her ball for her, the ball came rolling at a fast pace out of the bathroom. I was the only one home that day.

Another strange thing that happened was that my mother and I were sitting in the living room working on a puzzle when we heard somebody sneeze in the kitchen. We were the only ones home and the dog was in the living room with us.

These spirits residing with us do not frighten me. I'm just curious about them. I wonder if they did follow us from the house that we lived in before. I also wonder if they are connected to the table and chairs that my mother got from an antique auction.

SCUFFLE IN THE DAWN

I never liked our new house when we first moved in and my younger brother hated it too. At first he refused to go into the house and he screamed badly. He suffers with autism, he said it looked scary and bad he even used the word evil which was not a normal word he would use.

As we moved our stuff into the house I noticed my brother was staring at the entry to my room, this too was unusual, he kept muttering to himself constantly and I couldn't catch what he was saying. That night we were awoken by a barrage of wails, which were coming from mine and my brother's room. I bolted upright and noticed he was bawling his heart out.

He was sobbing and pointing at the doorway to our room. I rushed over to him as I heard my parents and sister come rushing down the stairs. He carried on until my mother put her arms around him trying to convince him that it was a bad dream. He then began to speak. This shocked us because we only ever heard him mutter but now he was actually speaking. His words were directed at me "He hates you Liam he blames you and he wants you dead." My parents became speechless as did I. Those words his first were the most chilling I have ever heard but they were nothing compared to future events that were yet to come.

A few days later I noticed my brother smiling the first time he had done since we moved in. He was playing in the lounge actually talking and interacting with someone or something. He held his hand out and walked around with his invisible friend until he came to a stop. He looked surprised and called out in his usual mutters looking for someone, as quickly as he turned around to see where his friend was he twisted on the spot and spoke again. "Duck Liam quick he is going to get you."

The next few seconds seemed to blitz past us as the glass bowl that held our fish began to levitate. It awkwardly began moving in one spot before heading straight towards me at incredible speed. I ducked just in time to see the bowl fly above me and shatter on the wall. My parents then once again tried to console my brother on what had happened.

Naturally they blamed me of course, they refused to believe me but I was saved again by what my brother said. "She tried to stop him but she failed she couldn't stop him, she couldn't stop him." He repeated it over and over again. My mother and father burst into tears. The house was having a bad effect on his problem and surroundings.

They sent me to my room along with my brother while they cleaned up the mess.

We waited for my brother to speak again but he didn't and by the time we had gotten ready for bed we were too tired to wait for him to speak again and so we drifted off into a peaceful night.

The morning came and it was early and I felt a nudging on my shoulder. It must have been my mother waking me up because it was a women's voice that I heard. Too tired to open my eyes and too tired to care I outstretched my hand which she took and pulled me out of bed rather quickly and led me into the lounge where all of a sudden she let go of my hand.

Shocked by this I opened my eyes to surprisingly see my brother at my side looking up at the centre of the room. I followed his gaze to notice an abhorrent scene. A women's figure was standing tall and slender holding her arm outstretched and dripping with blood. Across from her was an overbearing large male wearing a dark overcoat that surpassed his knees wielding a sharp long knife. "You can't protect them forever dear I am afraid that you are not strong enough, now hand the boy over and I will leave I swear!"

He became angry, his eyes flashed red and he began to walk forward holding his knife high in the air. He was about to deliver the final blow to her when something clicked in me. It felt like someone was manipulating me like a puppet on a string. I lunged at him putting all my will behind it and slamming him into the wall. The knife arched in the air and the women grabbed it and with hawks precision struck the man in his head. He began to fade becoming more and more transparent until he was gone completely.

The women turned to us and kneeled before us and spoke to us "He will never try to hurt you again my children. As long as you are in this house I will protect you." And she too began to fade. My brother's last spoken words were "It is over Liam…I love you."

He never spoke again and we never speak to our parents about it. Though we never could explain how a knife got through the thickness of our door without us touching it.

My brother still plays with the women that saved us, holding out his arm for her to take. I call her Felicity meaning bliss. She is like a second mother and makes sure my brother and I am safe at all times. I think in her own way she is making an impact on our lives keeping us safe and keeping my brother happy.

I never found out why that man hated me and quite frankly I don't want to know but my brother and I will never forget our scuffle in the dawn.

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