No eyes

As you're account this, accumulate in mind, I don't bethink any of the accepting in the trailer. Aggregate that happened there is what my mom has talked to me about. I bethink aggregate I accept accomplished in the abode I confused to. I'm administration this to get answers, I guess. Or to accord humans a acceptable chill.
When I was built-in into a actual adolescent family, my parents didn't accept abundant money, so they confused us to a babyish boondocks and into a bivouac park. It wasn't much, but was home.
At aboriginal my mom would apprehension me staring into corners and smiling, occasionally giggling. She didn't in fact anticipate annihilation of it because I was just a baby. However, as I grew older, she began to apprehension me acting strangely. I would allocution about a 'little boy with no eyes'. At first, she anticipation he was just an abstract friend. But again she began to apprehension that I hated him. Usually, accouchement don't abhorrence their abstract friends, but I was a awe-inspiring kid.
She told me that one time if we got into the car to go somewhere, I huffed and told anyone by the name of David to get out of the car. Of course, she asked me who David was. I told her, as always, the boy with no eyes and that he bare to get out of the car. She wrote it off as baby nonsense and collection to our destination, but she did apprehension that I became happier if we angry off of the end of our road. (She told me that I had said he can't leave our road? I admiration what that means.)
Another adventure she told me about was one night, about 12:00-1:00 (my allowance was above our abode from my parents and I would accept to go through the active allowance and kitchen to get to my parents room), she heard a blood-curdling scream from the active allowance and, of course, ran out in complete alarm to see what was wrong. She begin me coiled up on the couch extreme from my room. We had a loveseat and a bigger couch. Immediately, she asked me what was amiss and I told her that the little boy with no eyes had best me up and approved to chaw me.
My mother was above worried, and my dad anticipation I was just accepting a affecting child. For a while, she said, aggregate was quiet and nice and she anticipation David had gone away. But one summer afternoon, she had tucked me in for a nap nice and tight. As anon as she shut the aperture she said she heard a slam, and it took all of her backbone to just accessible my bedchamber door. If she absolved into my room, I was still on my bed, sitting up. Quietly I told her that David had done it. Worried, my mother went to her friend, Ella. Ella was analytic and my mother usually goes to her if she's afraid about something spiritual. Ella had told my mother that an abode had burnt down and the 'little boy with no eyes' called David had died in that fire.
I absitively to analysis on a blaze in my town, and there was in fact an commodity about a blaze in 1913 in Old Smyrna. In the article, it says, "______ became a boondocks for the additional time in 1915 yet just two years afterwards the business commune was gutted by a above blaze that few apperceive about today. The blaze is mentioned briefly in a few areas." I'm not abiding there was an abode that burnt down because there is little to annihilation about the fire. It's in fact arresting how little I can acquisition on this.
As I grew up, I began to allocution beneath and beneath of David, to area I didn't allocution about him at all. Again my mother and ancestor talked about award a abode and affective out.
On the endure day I was in the trailer, I was lying in bed. It was appropriate afore anybody woke up, but the sun was animated through my bath window. I hadn't opened my eyes yet, and I don't apperceive how, but I acquainted like anyone was continuing in foreground of my bed. I knew if I opened my eyes, I would see something. So I just peeked a little bit, and I saw a angle atramentous adumbration move from beside my bed, into my bath and disappear. I assumption David was adage bye? I mean, if it was David wouldn't it accept approved to advance me or alarm me? I mean, from the things my mother told me, he was evil.
A little while later, and we were appropriately acclimatized into our new, bigger home. I anticipation aggregate was traveling to be normal, and for a few years it was. Alone the casual abnormal occurrence. But currently things accept started to aces up, this time with my mother and I both experiencing things.
It started in summer. I heard a buzz in my ear if I was aggravating to sleep. It was horrifying, I acquainted its animation on my ear and I heard its voice. But I couldn't accept what it was saying. I would break home alone, because I was old abundant and my parents had to work. I would be sitting in the active allowance and apprehend a woman bedlam from above the house. I never told my mom what I was experiencing because, even admitting she believes in the abstruse too, she would anticipate I'm accepting dramatic.
But then, one night, I heard a blunder in the kitchen and my mom came active into my allowance in fact terrified. She told me she was accepting a alcohol and heard a scream appropriate next to her ear. But the alone botheration was, no one abroad heard the scream.
Also, just afresh actually, my mother has been audition my articulation calling her name, if I wasn't in the room. I've aswell heard her articulation calling my name if no one was in the house.
In accession to that, my best acquaintance lives in Arkansas and we allocution on the buzz for hours about every day. At about 11:30 one night, I heard a 'bonk' and she said that a bird had just run into her window, and I didn't in fact anticipate annihilation of it because birds do that all the time. But that afterward morning I was accepting accessible and I had my bath aperture open. From my bathroom, if you're continuing in the doorway, you can see the kitchen. All of a sudden, I heard abundant cossack steps, and a armchair accepting pulled out (like anyone had just sat down for breakfast), and I was hit with the that appears to smell of pepper. Well, my dad had larboard a few hours earlier, and no one in the abode had abundant boots, so that was affectionate of unnerving.
I am abashed and I don't apperceive what to do. I apperceive these two belief aren't in fact connected, but I don't apperceive why alone my mother and I see and apprehend these things. If anyone has any account or admonition on how to accord with these things, amuse feel chargeless to comment.

A Visit From Mom

Country: United States
State: Minnesota

I woke with such a start that my body had automatically bolted itself into an upright position. For some reason, unknown to me, I had an overwhelming feeling that I was being observed. Even though my eyes were still blurry from sleep and not quite cooperating, I frantically searched the immediate area surrounding my bed. I felt a sudden stab in my gut as I realized someone truly was there, standing at the very foot of my bed. I flung my hand out sideways in the darkness towards my bedside table. I was desperately searching for my eyeglasses that I had left lying there just a few hours earlier. Without them or my contact lenses, what I thought I was visualizing as a person could easily have been my bathrobe dangling innocently from the six foot tall post at the end of my bed.
As I searched blindly in the dark, I felt them for just an instant, barely brushing them with my fingertips. The force was just enough to send them whirling off of the night stand and spinning across the wooden floor. So much for that. My only choice now was to squint like a mole and try to make out whom, if anyone, was truly there.
Concentrating to focus, I was able to make out the figure; it appeared to be a woman. She was wearing a brightly flowered dress with a brown tattered work coat over it. It reminded me of the ones we used to wear on our family farm during my childhood years. The woman was staring at me in an odd sort of a way. Her head was slightly quirked to one side. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest that I could hear the echo of each beat inside of my head. But then, even in my half blind state, I began to notice the warm soft smile on the woman's face. I squinted a little harder. She seemed vaguely familiar to me. My brain shifted into overdrive, racing through all my past and present trying to sort out a name that I could place with this face. Suddenly, I realized who was standing there! Oh my God, it was my mother!
I had not recognized her in those first waking moments, only because she no longer looked pale and ravished as she had the last time I saw her. She appeared quite youthful, vibrant and full of love; exactly as she had been before the cancer had attacked her young body at 28 years of age. Mom died 22 years ago slowly and painfully, one pound at a time. She was 30 years old, the exact age that I am now.
This truly happened to me. I had some truly terrible things happening in my life at the time and I believe my mother came back to intervene.

Attack Avoided

By Mykah (1 stories) (8 posts) (the author is a young adult)
Date: 2012-01-25
Country: Hungary

I've had many ghostly events happen to me since I was a very little child, and unfortunately most of them were malevolent or had the intent of scaring me (successfully, I might add). So it should come as no surprise, that I have struggled with standing my ground when something supernatural happens nowadays, since it scares me.

At this point I'd like to mention, that even though I was brought up in a Roman Catholic Christian family, I do not believe any religion. I guess they'd call that agnostic.

For instance, even when I was just a very little toddler (approximately 3 years of age), I remember I was scared of "the wolf under my bed". Now, I know most of you think "every little kid is scared of the boogeyman under their bed". However, mine had a voice. It howled and it moaned, and my parents didn't hear it. I remember back at that time, and it's so clear to me... I think I named it "wolf" simply because that was the scariest thing my 3 year old little mind knew. Now, being 27 y/o, I know it was not a wolf, although I still don't know just what it was exactly.

But... The story I wanted to write about happened in 2002.

I was 17 years old, and lived with my family on the 3rd floor of an apartment in the middle of Budapest, Hungary. That apartment was where my mom and her sister grew up, and always had supernatural experiences. In the WWII, a soldier got shot on the balcony, fell off and died. The apartment was still riddled with bullet holes until it got plastered over (renovated, they said) in 2000. My mom and her sister never dared to go out on that balcony, they were overcome with the terror of falling down (this was before they found out about the soldier).

I digress...

So in 2002, I had my own little room in the apartment. Most people have a bathroom that's bigger than that room was, but it was enough for me. I had my bed in there, my study table, a book case and a small wardrobe. I had many many posters on my walls, depicting wolves, black panthers, advertising posters for my favorite bands, like your regular 17 year-old's bedroom.

One night, I went to sleep like I do every night, and fell asleep.

After sleeping for a couple of hours, I woke up at approximately 3 AM, inexplicably scared out of my wits! I sat up in bed, and I was so scared that I started crying.

And I didn't know WHY!

Then I had this vivid feeling of being surrounded. And the circle around me getting smaller and smaller. I was out of my mind scared at this point, and all I could think of was how to escape.

Before this tightening circle could reach me (don't ask me how I could feel all this, it was something I hope never EVER to feel again), I gathered all my courage and in primal fear bolted to my door, tore it open and ran out to the living room (which was only about 10 running steps away).

I ran to the phone (I could see my bedroom door from where the phone was [keep in mind, this is Hungary in 2002... No cell phones and only landline with corded phone]), and called my then boyfriend, who was in the USA (so the 7 hour time difference was not a problem). He picked it up and I told him what had happened. As I was telling him, I saw my bedroom door (which I of course left open while running out... Last thing on my mind was to politely close it, hah) slowly swing shut, the handle getting pressed down too.

My boyfriend, who has had the most experiences of anyone I ever known, started saying "You're NOT welcome there, get out!" and similar things like that. To this day he swears that when he said that, he felt something that he can only describe as a mild crawling electric sensation go from the phone into his hand and down his arm, then out through his elbow.

After a while he calmed me down and I went to sleep on the living room couch.

Next day, my mom woke me up and asked me what I was doing out on the couch. I told her everything that happened (she also believes the supernatural), and she said let's go check out your room together. We opened my door, and couldn't believe our eyes.

All my posters were on the floor, they all fell off the walls (I shouldn't say "ripped off", because that would imply that they were torn. No, they were all in one piece, but on the floor), everything from my study table was knocked off, but the scariest thing of all was...

EVERYTHING from my bed was ripped off and on the floor.

By everything I mean pillows, blanket, comforter, sleeping sheet, AND the undersheet. It was just the bare mattress there.

To this day I don't know and I NEVER want to know what could have happened to me had I not run out of the room before whatever things were surrounding me completed their ever tightening circle.

Thank you for reading!

Bainskloof Ghosts

Date: 2012-01-25
Country: South Africa

In South-Africa, in the Western Cape, there is a mountain called Bainskloof. Bainskloof has a very steep pass for trafic, called Bainskloof Pass. On the one side of the pass is the mountain, on the other side, only a very very steep cliff, with the Bainskloof river at the bottom. Many accidents happened there over the years. It looks like there is a spell on this pass, because the cars will just run over the cliff, with no reason whatsoever.

If you have the guts to stop and look over the cliffs, you will see many cars that found their final resting place there. Some of these cars dates from the early 1900's. The pass was build in the 1840's by Andrew Bain, together with slaves from that era.

Many people claim to have seen spirits along the road. It is really a very beautiful but creepy place. Many times me and my family went for a drive over the Bainskloof pass, and I can confirm that this beautiful place give you the creepers! I try to avoid the pass as much as I can, it just gives me a 'dead' feeling.

In the early 1900's a man build a beautiful house for his wife in the Bainskloof mountains. A fire broke out and they died there. Of course this became a sight for tourists to visit, and one day a woman and her husband were murdered there inside the ruins of the house. After this, many people claimed to have seen a woman haunting the grounds. One day while we were driving there, I was curious where the house once stood, and I was just looking over the mountains. Then all af a sudden I saw a woman in a dress standing on a rock, further up the mountain. When I looked again, she was gone.

Now of course this could have been a tourist, but I am not so sure...

There was also another brutal murder. One day a couple stopped their car next to the road for sight seeing. They were hi-jacked and their heads were covered with black plastic bags. They were shot dead! No wonder the place is haunted!

My friend, Ray, had a very bad experience on the pass. She and her husband were driving towards Wellington over the pass, when Ray looked into the sunscreen mirror to check her makeup. And what she saw gives her the jitters until this day. In the backseat she saw a woman with long blond hair, with a helmet on her lap. The woman was busy combing her hair in slow strokes, while she stared at Ray. All Ray could do was look back, she could not move, she said it was as if everything turned into slow motion. She turned her head towards her husband who was driving the car, and he was white of shock, he saw the woman too! When they looked, the woman vanished.

We did a bit of investigation, and there is a few cases reported by people who saw hitch hikers along the road, that vanished when they come closer. There was also a reported motorbike accident where the couple crashed and lost their lives. Could it be this girl?

Ben Strike's Again

If you have read my Previous stories, You can see that I have one gifted baby brother. Ben, has been encountering things of other realms since well... Birth!

It's been awhile since I wrote a story. But my ex and I are no longer together. I am with my current husband to be, Charles. And we live in a beautiful 1930's southern tract home in Leesburg, Florida. We have looked up the history on this house and all we could find that it was made in 1930, and the additions of the house came in 1948.

Charles and I fell in love with this place at first sight! It needed a lot of work and had to be drastically cleaned. We first saw this place back in September. And from day one we cleaned. Charles and His friend found themselves mowing the 4 foot tall grass that covered the entire perimeter of the 1.5 acres the house sits on. While I put my hands and elbows to work inside. We got the electricity turned on the first day we looked at it. So thankfully we could even work until after dark. We would leave the house around midnight and come back around 8 am the next morning. We painted, we steam cleaned the carpet's and we washed everything.

One day, just days before we moved in, I picked Ben up from school and I brought him to my soon to be live in home. I didn't know this at the time, and found out just recently, but since the moment Ben walked through the door... He saw them, He sensed them. He watched them... He smelt them, he felt them. They were definitely here. I rushed right into work to steam cleaning the carpet. Ben walked up to me and asked me if it was alright if he explored the house and property. I said sure Buddy, go ahead!

Little did I know then, but he wasn't an innocent kid wanting to run around and play make believe and make swords out of tree branches. He was on a mission. Ben walked into what would be mine and Charles' room. On our bedroom we have a good sized extended ad on. I guess you would use it for a nursery if you had a new born. Then no later did Ben walk in there, he walked out. And ran to the back door, and down the path way to our woods.

The woods behind our house is ours. We own about a half acre of woods. That's where our well is and what not. Ben ran through the woods and disappeared behind the canopy trees. He was gone back there for about 15 minutes until I went looking for him. It's like he knew I was coming, because when I made it to the pathway, he ran up and said, "I'm here." I said ok, don't scare me.

We move in Sept 2011. Ben never wanted to come over. And when he did come over, he always stayed in the kitchen. He hardly ever would leave the kitchen. And he never wanted to spend the night.

I would say December 2011 is when I personally started to realize that we were not alone in the house. I came home from shopping with a friend one night. I had bought a golden quilt, that I thought would match perfectly with our brown and gold bedroom curtains. I also brought pizza home for us to eat. But I just had to get my quilt on the bed. So my friend and I spread the quilt over the bed as Charles ate Pizza. Next, I hear Charles yelling my name. I run in to the kitchen to see why.

Above our stove is where we have about 5 pots hanging off the cupboards above. They were all steady swinging. And Charles told me he thought he saw a human like black figure just in the corner of his eye. And then as soon as he noticed it, the pots and pans started swaying left to right, Aas if they'd been pushed to swing that way. The bedroom shares a wall with the kitchen, and the stove is up against that wall, and you hear everything from the bedroom that goes on in the kitchen. So if Charles had gotten up and done that himself, I would have heard. Being's there were no tvs or anything noisy on, as we all just got home!

After that incident, occurrences became more frequent, and more obvious, as if the "spirits" were putting on a show for us to be watched. Things would literally be there one second and gone the next. Our room mate lost his house key and then found it in the garbage cabinet by the fridge. Meaning... The trash can sits in front of it, wedged between the cabinet door and the refrigerator. My friend started staying with us, the same one I went shopping with. And she would be waken up in the middle of the night by someone shaking her, Only when she woke up... No one was there!

Charles and I never really felt anything. We got a German Shepard when we moved in here, and started putting his cage in the room attached to our bedroom and he would sleep in there at night. Boomer would bark, cry, whine, one morning I got up to take him out and I noticed a big scratch on his nose.

There are too many small occurrences to list them all. So I will get to the point,

One evening, I brought Ben over because we finally put two and two together. I knew Ben has had a gift all his life, and I thought he could help me. I asked him if he wanted to go to my house, and he asked me why. I said because I needed his help. So on the way to my house from his a good 18 mile drive. Ghosts and dwellings weren't spoken of. Ben brought it up and said out of the blue, "I can see it now."

What can you see?

"The Girl"

What Girl?

"The girl that lives in your woods!"

There's a girl in our woods?

"yes, she's a young girl... About my age!"

Is she mean?

"No, she wants to go home But she can't."

Where is her home?

"your House... Is her home."

Why can't she go home?

"Because he won't let her... If she goes home, then they go to heaven."

Who is he? And who are THEY?

"He is the mean man... The evil one, I don't think he is was alive. I think he works for the devil."

So are you trying to say he is a demon?

"I guess so."

Who are They, Ben?

"It's the girl, her mother and her father."

Where is the mother and the father?

"Remember the first day I came to your house... Before you moved in?"

Yes!

"Well, the first time I walked in your front door, I saw the father. He was wearing dress pants and a tucked in shirt, I thought he might have just came home from work. But I saw him in your living room, he was kneeling down at the fire place trying to start a fire. Because it was very cold in the house. When I walked to your back door in the kitchen, I saw her mother. She was wearing a plaid dress, her hair was brown and in a bun, and she was cooking at the stove."

Where did you see the little girl?

"I saw her in your bedroom, but when I got there... She was already dead."

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(I was very puzzled at this time of my brother telling me this, I remember every word that was said, because I recorded it on video to my phone) My friend was driving!

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Ben, Are you afraid of my House?

"No, not your house... I am just afraid of the mean man in your bedroom."

Ben, Do you think you could go into my bedroom and try to figure things out for me, if I went in there with you to make sure you were alright?

"I guess I could."

We get to my house and the first thing we do, is go into the bedroom and sit in there for a little while. Ben leans up against the wall, the same wall that is shared with the kitchen. He folds his hands and rests them on his stomach. He looks into the far right upper corner of our bedroom... And Ben just goes away. His body is there, his life is there, but Ben's mind is not. His eyes roll into the back of his head and it looks like he has been paralyzed. I was upset because, it even seemed that his face had changed. He went from rosy cheeks to pale white but it seemed to not be Ben. He was in that state for about 3 minutes... Till he shook his head and smiled at me, and said ok... I got what you want.

We left the bedroom and sat in the kitchen. I asked Ben what he saw. Instead of telling me he wrote it down. He was even able to tell me what was added on to the house... And what the house looked like before the add on's.

The paper read, Her father is at the fire place lighting a fire, while her mother was cooking in the kitchen. She was in her room (the guest room) playing with her dolls. Her father lit the fire and got up to get a drink from the kitchen... As he walks into the kitchen and sees her mother... The girl starts screaming. The mother and father ran to the kitchen doorway, when they were stopped dead in there tracks at the sight of their daughter being pulled by her arms and dragged by an "unseen force" She was dragged by well, NOTHING... But still being drug across the living floor into the bedroom. (MY bedroom) the parent's were able to move again... Their own sights had froze them in place. They ran to the bedroom door, But it's locked. They can not get in. They hear the screams of their daughter. They hear her, but can not help her. The father runs out of the house to a window of the bedroom, and tries to bust it open but can not... He runs to the next window but he can not open it. He ran back inside. By the time he got to the bedroom door with his wife. The door clicked and flung open. They did not see anything unusual. They did not see their daughter. Nothing was messed up. The ad on that is attached to this room the one I said could be a nursery, is where they found her. Only Ben described the wall that separates the ad on from the room, back in that time, was not there! They found her. Body pale white from the trauma. No blood no nothing. No cuts on her, But she was dead. Before they could get to her, "HE" had killed her. The demon from within the walls that dwelled in this house.

According to Benjamin, That's what he was, That's how it happened! And I have never believed my brother to lie.

He said he was able to take himself out of our time frame and into theirs. Like a vision or a time warp. His earth bound mind left his body, and he was able to astral project himself into that time frame! I thought that was something that only happened in movies!

Ben asked me, well really he told me about the things that had happened in this house after we moved in. He told me we woke it up. We made it realize that the house was no longer empty. It had been away or asleep for those 50 some years until Charles and I moved in. I asked him why did it come back when we moved in. I have linked it to my and my friend's use of the Ouija Boards.

Later on, we had a friends mom come in and sage clean the house. After that, that same night we brought Ben back over, and asked him how he felt. He showed me a drawing that he did over the weekend.

It was a red face, the Demon I am presuming. And next to it was a word bubble that said " ha ha ha... Good luck."

Ben told me the girl wanted to go home, but they demon kept the family apart. Because the girl was afraid to come inside as the demon was inside. Her parent's were stuck because they would not leave earth without their daughter.

Ben told me that the police ruled out the girl's death as a heart attack. They put the mother in a sedated coma. But they were curious as to why a 12-13 year old girl would die of a heart attack.

Our friends mom came, cleansed the house and we brought Ben back that same night. I asked him to try and feel it again. He got nothing, not even the demon. Our friends mother was able to reunite the daughter with her parents and they were about to pass on. When the cleansing was done, my house smelt of flowers. Almost an unbearable stench of floral.

Ben told me they had gone.

A couple days later, I was letting Boomer out of his cage one morning, when I noticed something on the wall above his cage. It was the face of a demon. I touched it, and it feels like it had been scratched into the wall. I know it wasn't there when we moved in, because we painted all the walls. And I would have seen it! But its clear, there is a demon like face literally scratched into the wall above my dogs cage. I don't know what to think of it. But it is still there to this day. And every now and then, the house will get a smell to it. It will smell musky one day and like roses the next. Sometimes we'll walk in the house and it smells like a wonderful meal has been prepared. Before my friends mom cleansed our house, I came home one night, I wanted to fix some hot tea so I lifted my burner covers off the gas stove and noticed one of them, the right side under the metal cover had been burnt by the flame of the stove. But no one was here to do it!

It's strange and sometimes things will still happen. But not nearly as bad as they used to!

Chained To My Closet

Date: 2012-01-24
Country: United States
State: Arkansas

It started when I was about ten. I lived in a house in Arkansas. I don't know if there was anything that might have triggered the experience, but I certainly didn't do anything.?I was walking into my basement to get something (I can't remember what) when I felt a chill and had a feeling that someone was watching me. I stopped where I was and stared into the shadows. My fear grew until I just ran back up the stairs. This went on for several years.

When I was about eleven I started seeing things. Sometimes I could see a a figure in a black cloak staring at me out of the corner of my eye. Other times I would walk past a room with the lights off and I would see the figure with it's back turned to me, looking out the windows. When I would walk outside at night to take out the trash I would get the feeling that something was following me.?

When I was twelve through thirteen things got insane. Doors would slowly open or close. Everyone said it was just a draft.?

There was one time when I was thirteen when I was home alone watching a movie. I had one of those small pillows on next to me, which suddenly flew off the couch and landed on the floor on the other side of the room!

A few months later I was sitting alone in my room sitting at my desk when I got a feeling of indescribable fear. Then I heard a noise. Like someone was shuffling in front of the door. I must have sat there for at least five minutes. What could I do? I was too scared to move, and even if I could this thing was in front of the door. Soon my fear passed and I managed to get to the door and run.

Finally I guess the ghost was ready for the grand finale. I was listening to some cassette tapes late into the night. I decided to stop around 3:00 AM.?

I turned off the tape player and pulled up my covers. Suddenly I got a chill, and these transparent things started walking out of my closet. They walked right up to the side of my bed! But the thing is I sleep on a top bunk, so these things were walking right up to my face. There were at least ten of them, all crammed together in single file row. It looked as though they wore modern day clothes but I couldn't see any details. They walked in a way not that different from a zombie.

Something inside me snapped and I sat bolt upright in bed. The things gathered around the bed disappeared, but something was still in my closet. It looked like one of the other things but it was black. It appeared to be hanging by the neck, and it's arms were chained. It sort of writhed around for a while, then it slumped over and disappeared. As soon as it was gone I jumped out of bed (without using the ladder) and slammed the closet door. I even shoved a chair in front of it.

Since then I have no trouble with ghosts. There is only one thing that bothers me: why didn't anyone else know there were ghosts? I never told my parents or siblings what happened. One thing's for sure: I will always sleep with the closet door shut.?

Creepy Jewelry Box Music

Date: 2012-01-24
Country: United States
State: District of Columbia

Yesterday, my mother went to the hospital because she has had complications from a surgery she had. I was upset about it and looked at a photograph of my parents after I got off the phone with my family. My father passed away several years ago. As I looked at the photo I thought... I hope he is with her. I believe spirits have the ability to protect the living and since I wasn't at the hospital (I live out of state) I had hoped that in some small way he could give her comfort.

The day progressed into night. The clock read 3:30 am. My apartment was quiet. The tv was on mute. All of a sudden, my fiance and I were woken up by music. It sounded like creepy jewelry box music. I do not own a jewelry box that plays music. However, I felt better that my fiance also heard the music. It gave me a stronger sense of validity.

I'm not the only one in my family that has had experiences with ghosts and music. The last time my mom went to the hospital another family had an experience with music. My aunt was up one night and she heard a noise coming from her daughter's room. She walked into the room. A toy was playing Somewhere Over The Rainbow. This is the same song they played at my father's funeral. Very creepy if you ask me.

The only reason I am sharing this story is because I have a number of questions and I am hoping that someone out there can answer them.

First, is it common for spirits to use music to communicate? And if so, why music? Why wouldn't a spirit just talk or appear?

Second, how do I know if this spirit is really my father? I majored in Religious Studies so my first thought is... Could this spirit be demonic and playing off of my family's concern for my mother?

Any advice would sincerely be appreciated. I just want to get a clear sense of what is going on.

Maybe A Succubus?

Date: 2012-01-24
Country: United Kingdom

This is the second story I have written for this website. This story is about me when I was 14. I have had experiences in the past regarding the spiritual realm, never had anything so significant though. On a daily basis, my sister used to always bring my dog into bed with me (she doesn't like it when the dog dreams and kicks her). My sister would bring my dog into my room and then leave, hoping I wouldn't wake up!

It was in the summer of 2001, just before I turned 15. I had told my sister NOT to bring the dog into my bedroom! She agreed and promised that she wouldn't. Later that night, I was in bed and watching TV and I eventually dosed off. I remember waking up for about 02:00 and hearing my bedroom door opening. The door makes a very distinctive sound, always the same, then the door closed. As the door closed, I was waiting to hear the sounds of paws walking toward my bed but to my surprise, I heard nothing. Moments later, I hear the floor boards creak. Now, these floor boards are similar to my bedroom door, they always sound the same when you walk across them. The floor boards weren't creaking because the house is old, they were the sounds of footsteps. The footsteps got closer and closer until they stopped.

I then remember the quilt being lifted as if someone was getting into my bed. My bed at the time was more or less a mattress. I had a divan bed but I discarded the bed and used the mattress, apart from two small sides that where pinned to the slats, it was basically a mattress. Anyway, as the quilt was lifted, I just remember something slowly floating into bed next to me. Now, whatever it was didn't use it's arms to climb into bed, it just floated into bed. At this point, I wasn't sure what was going on but, I wasn't frightened at all, just confused if anything. I then remember the quilt being pulled over, covering itself. I'm not going to lie, I shouted, "GET THE F*** OUT OF MY ROOM!". I then remember the quilt being lifted, it climbing out of my bed then the quilt falling back down. I heard footsteps walking towards the door. The door opening and closing.

I sat up and was baffled so I thought I would investigate. I walked out of my room then strait to my sisters room to find her fast asleep. I'm not stupid though, so I shook my sister awake and asked her why she had been in my room. Her reply was mumbled and confused, like she had been asleep. That was the moment when it hit home!?

Thank you and I hope you enjoyed my story.

Multiple Experiences

Date: 2012-01-25
Country: United States
State: Michigan

Being that its hard to find a chance on here to submit my stories, I'm going to do a few of my biggest encounters, I had an old account on here and one of my stories was 'Hockey Boy' if your interested about reading it.

Just last year I got up to get ready for school, normal, and I went downstairs to get some breakfast, I wasn't tired at all, I woke up about 20 minuets before my alarm clock and I was in a pretty good mood. My front door of my house is facing North of my house and there is a little hallway between my living room and kitchen and in the middle of that hallway there is an opening to the kitchen and right next to the opening on the right side there is a fridge.

So I was standing in front of the fridge with the door open, I have the urge to look towards the door, and as I do I see a girl about 15 (according to height) with long black hair, pale white skin, a white summer dress, and bare feet. She ran from the basement (I'm guessing because I only saw her in the opening to the kitchen and I can see my front door from the fridge.) through the mini hallway and to the front door, she did not go through it or open it, she was just gone when I went to look. I told my mother about this a couple weeks ago, because it came to mind when we were watching Paranormal Witness. She told me she sees that girl peeking from the top of the stairs sometime when shes sitting on the couch nearest to the stairs. The only deaths we know about here was a Paper Boy and two Brothers, but none of them in this townhouse.

At my old house in third grade (this may seem stupid, or like it was my overactive imagination, but I never really imagined things I could actually see.) I woke up and had to use the bathroom like every morning, I wasn't expecting anything to happen, I always left the door open, in case of the door closing by itself because doors always did that in that house. So I'm looking over at my toy room (Guest room, but no one else lived there at the time and that's were the computer and toys were) and then I see this creature walking or, hovering out of my room. I was just sitting there staring at it, making memory of it so I could tell my mom. It had blue skin and a long red dress, long yellow finger nails and a hunch, no eyes, mouth, nose, or anything just a flat blue surface for the face, it had tiny strands of black hair and it stood there for a moment and then "hovered" into the hallway.

In fourth grade I wasn't aware of the stories people passed on about a girl dying in the air vents. I took the pass to get into the girls bathroom and sat in the first stall, for some reason nobody ever went in that stall, so I decided to, wondering why people were so afraid of it. I felt the need to look up at the air vent above the stall and I saw a child's head hanging out upside down from it, she had wet (I'm guessing bloody) black hair, and cut up skin which looked dehydrated. It looked like a 3 month old corpse, being only ten I ran out of the stall almost not pulling up my pants. Month's later my friend Hailey showed me a video of her outside of the school at 3 in the morning, the tape showed the girls bathroom lights on and someone walking around in there, I just thought it was the janitor, but had second thoughts. Why would the janitor be cleaning a elementary school bathroom at 3 am?

A couple days ago me and my friend Emma got bored and decided to try and talk to the spirits in my house, so we did. We sat there asking multiple questions and we actually heard an answer in a male voice, "I'm alive," it said, Emma and I laughed. "If you were alive you would actually talk to us!" She said back to it and it didn't say anything else.

Four weeks ago I went to go to bed and I turned off all of my lights, my cat Jake was at the end of my bed and I crawled in looking around (I have sensitive eyes, so I can see in the dark) I go to close my eyes and I hear my name whispered. I opened my eyes and saw a dark black shadow figure standing by my TV (Which was off) and it didn't move. Instead of being brave and telling it to leave, I panicked and jumped off my bed and threw on the light's. I kept my TV on that night.

Thanks for reading and sorry it's long, I just never get a chance to write my experiences on here due to a lot of stories.

Picklebean Hollow

Date: 2012-01-24
Country: United States
State: Kentucky

Back where I used to live, there was a hollow named "Picklebean Hollow". It was named after my Great Great Grandpa named Francis Hatfield (AKA Picklebean) who was very well liked and respected.

Now this story dosen't have really anything to do with Francis but with the hollow instead. I'm told a long time ago, before the hollow had a name, people called it "Cannibal Hollow" and it was rightfully named.

Forgive the history lesson, I'll get on with my encounter in a few moments. But, back in the 1800's, I am told that a family of cannibals lived up that hollow and after murdering and eating one of the locals' sons, the people living in that area had enough and slaughtered the whole family. The sheriff kept quiet about it because there was no trial and he was the one that allowed the killing of the family.

Now onto what I saw one night.

I was visiting my grandparents and they live right outside of "Picklebean Hollow". The previous day I was with my grandpa who was talking to one of my his friends who lives on "Picklebean Hollow" and he kept saying how he kept seeing someone outside his window last night. My grandpa said that maybe it was the ghost of one of the cannibals (In a sarcastic way) His friend's face went pale and he told him not to joke about such things. People from Pike County can be a little... Different.

Anyway, that night I couldn't sleep so I went outside and sat on the swing in the front yard. I must say, it is very relaxing in Pike County. I just looked up in the sky and was amazed by how many stars I saw. Then, I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. The movement came from "Picklebean Hollow". I squinted my eyes and saw that it was a dark figure standing under the only street lamp on the road. The figure looked right at me and started coming towards me. I was about to get up and run, when the figure stopped. He stopped right where Picklebean Hollow ends. It was as if a invisible barrier would not let him through. The figure just paced back and forth, breathing heavily. I stood, frozen in my place. After a few moments, the figure vanished.

This really freaks me out! Even more so than my previous story I posted about the "Ceiling That Dripped Blood"! I wonder if the ghost couldn't leave "Picklebean Hollow" since that is where it was killed? Or maybe there is some other explanation...

The Aaah Voice

Date: 2012-01-24
Country: United States
State: Missouri

This is my first story on this site. I am a new member here. Now, I will tell you my story.

I remember hearing it and I have heard it going on since August 2009. I would hear this voice go "aaaaahhhhhh" and it sounded like a mans voice whispering. I only heard it whenever it was quiet for a while, and I don't hear it when the TV has sound and is on. My parents never heard the noise, but me. I got chills whenever hearing the voice and I would sometimes nicely tell it to be quiet. I got nothing back from it, just silence. I never saw objects moved or in different places, neither did I hear footsteps and banging, just that voice and that was all it said. I would sometimes hear the voice be a little loud and sometimes a little quiet, but here was probably my scariest experience.

It was December 2009. I was coming home and like most kids do, I went to my advent calendar which was in my living room. It had Kinder Eggs in it and I could only eat the chocolate egg once I got home. I was in there trying to open a window then I heard the voice. I was home by myself, but I have 3 cats. I yelled very loud "SHUT UP!" I was very angry at this thing and I was very scared that it would come after me.

So I grabbed one of my cats closest to me to make me feel protected and I ran to the laundry room and pulled on the doorknob to make sure it wouldn't come in and harm me. I was in there for maybe 2 minutes or more and I walked out slowly through the kitchen and I saw this white ghostly looking figure of what looked like a little kid or something in the living room.

I could not tell, because it then started moving very fast. It had moved from the living room into the hall, but I had ran back and did the same thing. I closed the door and then heard this weird noise of what sounded like someone slightly blowing through a flute or something. I was in there for maybe 5 minutes or more until I felt same to come out. I slowly turned the radio on, then the TV.

Then I went slowly to my room and turned the lights on, turned the radio on, then quickly locked my door and stayed in my room until my parents came home. Nowadays, I usually avoid being in the living room ever since that happened. I only go in there when the TV is on.

To this day, I don't know if that was my imagination or what. Can someone help me and tell me what this was?

Things On The Stairs

Date: 2012-01-24
Country: United States
State: North Carolina

My aunt got a new house about a month or so ago, and I went to spend the night. She has three kids, all of which I am very close with. Well, I was passing the stairway to the kitchen (That's the layout of the house, they made the stairway like part of the wall to the kitchen), and as I pass by I think I see her middle oldest. So, me being me, I decided to say something smart to him, but as I am about to say it, I look on fully at the stairway, and there is no one there.

I now know that there was no way he could have been there, but moved, because after that, I continued on my way to the kitchen to find him and her youngest in the kitchen. I thought to shake it off as her oldest, but he hadn't yet woken up, and you would have been able tell if it was him because he has sort of an afro kind of hairystyle. We were the only three things in the house at the time, and it scared the crap out of me.

Later that day, I was going up the stairs, and I thought that one of them was following me up the stairway, I could hear someone coming up the stairs, and I turn, and nobody is there. I have only been one other time, and nothing happened, and I know I'm not seeing things, and it wasn't a lack of sleep. Her house just has that feel to it, like you expect something to jump out at you or when you turn the corner to see someting staring back at you. I don't know what it could have been, but I would like to know, and when it felt like someone was going up the stairs, it couldn't have been the stairs settling, I know what that sounds like, it sounded like the thump of someone going up the carpeted stairs, and the reason I tell you that they're carpeted is because the sound of someone going up them have a very distinct thump.

As I write this I remember something else that happened. I was sitting on the bottom of the stairs, and I hear growling, like a very low, but very clear growling noise. It wasn't anything that was going on at the top or bottom of the stairs, nobody was playing any video games, or anything like that. I know this because the oldest is the one who plays video games, and they don't have dogs inside, and nothing was going on downstairs, and I know what tv they were watching downstairs, and it didn't have growling, and I know what that sounds like, and it sounded like it was right in my ear, and I bolted into the living room.

Nothing else has happened, but I'm a little hesitant to go back there again.

Becoming More Sensitive

Date: 2012-01-09
Country: United States
State: Oregon

Back about 7 years ago I started noticing things happening. For example: My daughters would tell me that while I was at work they had been visited by something they could not see. The drawers in the kitchen would open. One evening while I was at home (Springfield Oregon) I layed down on my bed and felt the presense of someone beside me. There was nothing there that I could see. Another time was a weekend and I was laying on my bed dozing, when suddenly something hit the bottom of my bed. My dog (cody) who usually lays on the floor at the bottom of my bed was out in the living room. I sat up and looked to see if my dog had just came in and layed down but the door had not opened and again nothing was there. It was at that time I started taking my daughter's more seriously.

Five years ago my daughters moved away and I moved to Junction City Oregon not very far from Springfield. I wanted to believe that what ever was in that house was left behind. About four years ago I started noticing noises. It was just my dog and I and no one else. It felt as though someone else was living in the place with me. My boyfriend started living with me about three years ago and the noises slowed down until about four months ago. I have noticed the noises getting more frequent and much more noticable. My sister who is a year older than I am and my brother who is younger than I, passed away in 2011. I don't know if this has anything to do with it but it seems that when I am in the house alone I hear sounds of tusseling papers or in the other room where I have my dvd's it sounds like someone is looking through them. When I go to look there is no one there.

My dog seems to be extremely sensitive and scared often. Usuauly he will sleep in the frontroom but anymore now he sleeps on the floor right next to me. Once he came running into the room and jumped on top of me shaking and was scared to get down on the floor.

In the last two months I have been woke up out of my sleep by a loud knocking on the wall. I got out of bed and looked around. No one was there. Just last week I was woke up around 3 am by a loud yell in my ear in a man's voice. I thought it was my boyfriend. I touched him and asked him if he was ok. He said he was fine and it was not him that yelled. He said he had been awake most of the night and there was no sound or noise.

Yesterday I was out in my laundry room talking to my daughter on the phone when I was focusing on the floor where I had a pile of towels and wash cloths ready for the wash. Next to the pile was a loofa (not sure how to spell that). To my amazment I watched it slide about five inches across the floor. I looked for a breeze, mice or any bugs but there was nothing. It sent a cold chill down my back. I walked in to get my boyfriend and tell him what had just happened.

Later that evening he went to check on our neighbor and while he was gone I was sitting on the couch working on making jewelry. I felt something hit the couch next to me. Kind of like someone threw someting against the pillows on the back. Again nothing. It's weird that it won't do anything while my boyfriend is with me.

I wonder if I am becoming more sensitive to the unseen the older I get? I'm interested in anyone who have had similar things happen or if they have any answers as to what is happening.

Footsteps In My Bed Room At Night

Date: 2012-01-09
Country: Australia

Before I get to the story, I would like to talk about myself. My parents are divorced but that's okay with me, I live with one family for one week the other the next. My dad and step mum (I will not use names for protection) don't believe in spirits and they think it's all nonsense. While my mum does (she doesn't believe in ghosts on T.V, but she does know they are real) my step dad doesn't believe in them. I have a twin sister who is 13 like me I have a brother who is 5 while my other sister (who is not twin) is 7 years old. They don't know that I have a gift. I have been able to hear and feel spirits all my life, I used to be scared of the voices but I have grown used to them (I am still scared at times) I am also an empath, I just found out.

When we moved into our new home (this was with dad) it was quiet and peaceful, but when one of dad's friends stayed at our house for a while, a couple of days before he would move out. I was in the computer room at the time while he was sleeping in my room. I heard a voice calling my name, I ignored it and kept on sleeping. The next night I heard the voice again, it kept on getting worse every night. Dad's friend moved out and I went back sleeping in my room.

It was quiet at first but then the footsteps started to come back, I ignored them and tried to sleep but they would get worse, I sometimes felt like a person was sitting on the end of my bed. I asked them to stop and calm down they did. And just to tell you it has been a year since it started. But started getting worse again. My feel my bed shake. I asked them to stop it, but after a couple of seconds they do it again. They don't do it hard though. But the spirit who does the footsteps stands out the most to me.

I asked it a couple of questions because I had enough of the footsteps and bed shaking. Here is what it said.

Me: I'm just wondering but why did you choose me when you could have gone to someone else?

Spirit: Because you're the only one I can talk to (it said in a whisper)

Just to let you know I got this gift from my mum, she used to dream and they would come true but she lost that gift a while ago. My twin sister has no gift; I'm the one with it. And probley in the whole family. When my mum was young she got very sick and had to go to hospital, and I have read that near death experiences can cause you to develop hearing to spirits or dreaming etc. I'm not sure if mum nearly died in the hospital, I still have to ask. So anyway back to the questioning.

I don't remember the rest of the questions but I remember feeling that it might be a lost spirit trying to go to the light and since I was the only who could talk to it, the spirit came to me.

If you guys have any advice it would be helpful, I have looked at some of the comments from other stories and a priest won't help because

1. My dad and step mum don't believe in this stuff.

2. They will think I'm crazy because I have tried telling them I can hear and feel spirits.

So if you guys have any advice please do tell (by the way sorry that this was long, but I had to write it all down so you would get it)

Howling 1

Date: 2012-01-10
Country: South Africa

In all my years I've always thought that ghost stories and beliefs were all fictional. Until a really peculiar event happened.

One of my friends had just bought a new house out in Kibbler Park.

He had to go out on business to the coast and asked if I could look after he's place for him until he returned. I agreed and stayed at his house, for the few days he had been gone.

The first night I stayed in his home, I had the best sleep ever. Like it was my first sleep. The second night, I felt really uncomfortable, and was unable to fall asleep. Suddenly from within the passageways I heard a growling sound echo through the house.

The longer it went on, the louder it became. This couldn't be possible as he had no dogs at his house.

I got out of bed and made my way to the door, when suddenly a loud howl came from outside the door. While scratching began to happen from the opposite end of the door. The door handle started to move and the windows within the room where I was, began to shake.

I was terrified as I had never encountered, anything like this before.

I started to pray and ask for help. When suddenly it stopped.

I thought no more of this, and headed out the front door. I made my way home and called him telling him of what I had experienced at his place.

Frantic at what he heard, he came home earlier than expected, and had encountered the same situation. He decided to sell the house. And until now its still up for sale.

I've began researching this experience, and what I found was quite remarkable.

My First Encounters With Ghosts

Date: 2012-01-09
Country: United States
State: New York

I have known since I was young that I had psychic abilities and been able to sense ghosts. The first time I was touched by a ghost I was about 12. I wanted to go to a local store and being 12 I was running. I was about to cross a road when all of a sudden I felt someone grab my shoulder. I turned around to see who had done that and nobody was there. As I turned back to cross the road a car came speeding rather fast. If I had not been grabbed I would have been killed.

As I got older I realized that I could sometimes see the ghosts. When I was about 15 I looked out of my window one night and I saw a teen age boy running through our back yard with just a denim jacket and it was the dead of winter with 4 or 5 inches of fresh fallen snow. I told my parents about the boy and my father went to check the back yard. He came back in the house and his face was white. There were NO foot prints.

When I got my drivers license several times I could feel a presence in the car with me and more times than I can count the ghost in the car would shout at me not to go. The most 2 most memorable were:

#1 I was exiting a parking lot and all was clear for me to do so and the presence shouted don't go and out of nowhere a car came speeding by and surely would have totaled my car if I had not heeded the warning.

*2 I was driving to the hospital, I worked at 30 miles from home. It was snowing and I had to drive on several parkways. As I was on the entrance ramp to one parkway from another, I was in the left lane and the ramp was snowy and slushy; the traffic was not moving and my windows were closed and the spirit with me screamed at me to get out of the way fast. I pulled over onto the snowy grass median to the left of me and some guy who had been fed up with waiting had gone around the cars on the right lane on the snowy grass median on the right and lost control. Thankfully there was room for him to get into the right lane and I had pulled over because he stopped exactly where my car had been. The car who had been behind me before I pulled over stopped when he got beside me and motioned for me to roll my window down. I shakily did so. I could see he was shaken and was starting to tear up, he asked me how I knew to get out of the way.

I just shrugged and said my guardian angel told me to move. He nodded and helped me get my car out of the snow.

My Own Ghost

Date: 2012-01-09
Country: United States
State: New York

In August of my first and short summer in Clayton, New York I had stayed the night over a friends house until I had woken up the next morning at 8am. I had been very sick with the flu for the past couple days. The reason why I was staying with her was because she didn't mind, and began at that point disliking my older brother who was in the United States Coast Guard, because we were living together and he would not allow me to get near him while being sick. I understood, well at that point had no choice since he was putting up the rent on my behalf that month, which with my work ethic wasn't the best thing for me to accept.

Well anyway, when I woke up I had to take Stephanie, the friend who let me stay with her, to a job interview about 30 minutes away in Watertown, New York. On my way there, something weird had happened, my cell phone rang and it was my twin brother, Shaun, (we look nothing alike). I didn't answer given I was driving... But thought it was strange that he was calling seeing as there was hardly a reason he would be contacting me for any reason during that hour in the morning. I had forgotten he was trying to get a hold of me by the time I had gotten her to job interview.

I sat in the car while she was in this gas station (place where the interview was). While I was sitting there I looked for some reason to someone standing by the road, not on it or on a curb, but in the grass about 75 feet to the right side of my car. The guy I was looking at, seemed to have resembled someone familiar. My stomach dropped hard into my gut when I had noticed that he looked just like me in a weird way. I say a weird way because his hair was darker, and he seemed... Um kind of like a different ethnicity, more Latino (darker complexion) and I'm Italian (rather paler then him with yellow undertones). He had hair styled to that of men in the sixties and was wearing a blue vest with a black collar underneath with. I didn't really look at his pants but I know they looked like dark colored slacks. I grabbed my door handle and got out of my car, a black coupe Chevy Cavalier, looked away for just a second to get out, and he was gone.

I looked and walked around the parking lot for a few minutes, then Stephanie came out. I told her what I had seen and who I had seen and she just laughed it off as "everyone has a twin," because she was also a twin just identical to her sister. I got onto my phone and called Shaun back. He answered and said "dude! What the ****!" I asked him why he was so angry and he said " your such a weirdo!" He when on explaining how our other roommate and him were in the kitchen and I had walked in, staring at them, with the phone to "my" ear. Staring with a weird glare and not talking or responding. They asked me what I was doing and I said nothing, just stared. "I" walked into the back room and SLAMMED the door so hard they thought I had broken it.

They said I started talking to someone on the phone very loudly. They both rushed back and noticed I was in my older brother Richard's room. They opened the door and "I" wasn't there anymore, gone! WEIRD AND THE CREEPIEST THING I HAD EVER HEARD, when they explained what "he" was wearing, a blue vest, a black collar, black slacks, and shiny dress shoes. Looked like me they were so convinced until we spoke dramatically about the timeline and facts that night.

I still wonder who it was, or what it was. I'm not scared, but sometimes I feel as if it might of been another life that had mixed with mine by chance... I still have no idea!

Somethings Not Right Here

Date: 2012-01-09
Country: Australia

This is only the second time I have posted anything, although I've had quite a few paranormal experiences so far. This one however is different,you'll see why.

So it all started when I was on holiday with my family. We had already been down south for roughly 8 days and we had just changed destinations for the last two days. My family doesn't like to stay put when we travel for vacation, we like to move around and stay in different places. Generally we spent 3 nights in one place then moved on to the next place we had booked.

So, we had just left Bailingup and we were headed down to Pemberton. If you are not from WA then these places are south of Perth roughly 7 or 8 hours south, if you drive. We had booked this lovely place to stay in. As you drove up the breakfast hall was in full view. It had an enourmous glass wall so you could see inside. The tables were set for tomorrow as we were arriving at about 4:30pm. In front of the breakfast hall was a grass lawn with birdbaths and birdfeeds so that the rainbow lorikeets could sit there all day. (These are a type of bird, again for those of you who don't know.) This was also where you checked in. I stayed in the car with my brother and sister while my parents got our room keys.

Now my account of this is only as I remember, I was only seven years old at the time but this is something I never forgot. My sister and myself are reguarded as the 'psychic' ones in our family, of course we aren't really but we are more attuned to things than our other family members. Also (I don't know if this happenes to anyone else?) I sometimes have these dreams of insignificant things, usually a conversation that when I wake up think nothing of it and then a few months later it will happen just as it did in my dream. This scared me a great deal the first time it happened and I didn't believe it was possible, neither did my family except for my sister, but I have met others who claim to have this ability as well. If only it were more useful.

Anyway, as I was saying, we waited in the car for my parents and sure enough they came back and we drove around the back of the hall to the houses. Each little house had its own number as ususal and they went in a sort of row. Ours was the last one, number 12, I believe. We unloaded our luggage from the car and hauled it to the front door. My dad unlocked the door and my mother, brother and himself stepped inside. For some reason I felt it necessary to pause outside. To my surprise my sister was left standing next to me as well. I had a bad vibe. The house was cold I could feel it VERY cold, much colder than outside (and it was winter) I was almost too scared to step in because I was afraid something would happen if I did. I didn't want to say anything because I knew my parents would just think ooohhh well shes a kid of course she's going to be scared. My sister seemed to be mimicking my expression but my parents were getting mad that the door was open so we went inside.

The moment I stepped in I KNEW we shouldn't be in there. My sister seemed to realize as well as she said "Mum, I don't like it in here, I think we should get a different house..." I couldn't believe it, she felt what I did and she was 16! Now I knew it wouldn't matter if I said anything "Yeah, I agree, it feels...weird." They just sighed and told us not to worry and to go and pick a room.

As we walked through the house together (myself and my sister that is) we were both very uneasy. I went to the opposite end of the house with her and found a room, that my brother had already claimed. "Arran can I sleep in here with you?" I asked, I knew my big brother would protect me and there WAS a bunkbed. "Sure." Elle (my sister) looked like she could cry.

She asked if I would come with her to find her a room and I agreed. By the time we did this there was only one room left. This room was the concentration of the bad energy. I didn't want to go anywhere near it. Elle asked me to help her unpack but I refused and ran back to my room. Elle put on a brave face and pretended to be fine, but I could tell she was scared. Her room was crepy in itself, it had an old cradle in there and it overlooked the lake, which in winter looked pretty miserable and bare.

As night came we ordered some food and watched TV, Elle and I, as uneasy as ever. Eventually we all became tired. I hugged everyone goodnight and set off to my room with Arran. I couldn't sleep, not at all. Arran fell asleep easily and quickly and soon the house went quiet. Even my room scared me, plus I was a child, so much more vulnerable to strange thoughts creeping into my already unsettled mind. I knew something was wrong with Elle. I could sense it. I wanted to get up SO badly to check on her but I couldn't bring my body to move I was too frightened. I willed the bad thoughts and feelings away telling myself that she would be fine.

The next morning I was awake early, but it was light. I could get up now and make sure she was OK. However as I moved down the hall towards her room, I got confused, I thought I could hear her farmiliar voice coming from my parents room. So I turned around and knocked on their door. Sure enough when it opened Elle was chatting to mum on the bed and dad embraced me in a hug. "Elle, why are you in mum and dads room?"

"Well...I got so scared." She looked pale and tired "There was something in my room..." she trailed off when my parents looked at her.

Later that morning Elle got sick, she had severe stomach pain and nausea (probably unrelated) but it caused our holiday to fall short and we headed home. Even now Elle at 23 refuses to talk fully about what happened that night, with me. She knows I believe her but I don't think she believes herself. Her and I are as thick as thieves and always will be but something scared her silly that night and I can't help thinking maybe I could have helped if I had just been brave enough to get up.

Needless to say Elle and I will NEVER be staying there again.

The Two Men In White Tuxedos

Date: 2012-01-10
Country: Australia

This happened a few days ago. It was about 3AM, I was home alone with my brother and our internet had ran out (we've got prepaid internet). There was nothing to watch on television, and my brother and I were bored.

I've got a Virginia Tech Massacre documentary on my iPod, and I asked my brother if he wanted to listen to it with me (because there was nothing else to do). About 15 minutes into the documentary, we both heard a loud crash. I asked my brother if he heard that sound, and he said "yes, do you want me to go and check it out?" And I said "no, just wait 5 minutes."

My brother turned his head to look down the hall. He was looking down the hall for about 5 minutes straight. It was getting weird, because he was just blankly starring down the dark hallway. He said "there's a person down there" and I said "What? Are you joking?" And he said "No."

The man was wearing a white tuxedo, with a button-up shirt underneath, a black tie, and black leather shoes. His face was distorted, almost as if a shadow was hiding his face. The man looked about 5'8 and had a slim-build.

My brother said that at first he thought there was an actual person in our house, but then... The man walked forward. My brother saw his legs move. The man stopped just out the front of my room, and vanished into a white mist. When the man walked forward, my brother had chills, like somebody had walked over his grave.

My brother turned his head to me, and looked back down the hallway again. This time, he said "there's 2 of them!" This time, the other man was taller. He was lanky, and had his hands in his pockets. He didn't move forward at all.

My brother would look away, and look back, and sometimes there would only be one man standing in the hall. Sometimes, they'd appear together. Both of the men's faces were distorted and black.

The following day, I went into my room and found out what the noise was. A garbage bag that I put up on my shelf had fallen down on the floor... What are the odds? The bag was on my shelf for a solid 4-5 months -- and only 1 bag fell down at 3am...weird!

What Is Going On Here? 2

Date: 2012-01-10
Country: Malaysia
Paranormal Category: Misc 

Finally, the hauntings stopped, and I thought it was over, that it wouldn't disturb me any more. But, after two short weeks, it came back. I should have known better that this entity always returns after a short period of time. Once, I was in the room that the entity was inhabiting, (read my story the room) and in pitch darkness. I took a picture of me, and I analyzed it carefully. In the photo, I could see a hooded figure behind me!

After I looked at the photo, I began to hear soft creaks, in that room, like somebody or someone was moving around. I hardly dared move, but I didn't wait to find out what it was, I ran out of there fast.

I was petrified, and as a result started to think about what to do with this entity that was beginning to seriously irritate me. I had tried everything I could think of, yet it had not gone. I mulled the problem over for about two minutes, and also thought hard about why it was doing this, but no explanation came to mind. Later, I tried hard to ignore it for the whole day, but it didn't really seem to work, as later in the day there was a weird crackling pop from near the refrigerator area, when I was returning to my room. I started to feel like I was being followed, and ran to my room as fast as I could.

I slammed the door behind me, heart beating fast, and hyperventilated for three minutes. The entity left me with a sleepless night.