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Dear Readers: We were blessed
to have had a wonderful story sent to us by a site
visitor. After his story appeared
on our website, the man's father emailed us
with a most interesting confirmation.
Here is "Jim's" story, with his father's
reply
below.
Hello:
I have a lot of experiences to tell. I will start
with my family moving into a new house in 1988. I
was 12 yrs old. We would go to the house and work
on fixing the place up on the weekends. At first
we would leave the house late after dark and
notice a light had been left on in the basement.
this would happen all the time and we just thought
it was nothing but forgetfulness on our part. Then
we moved in and more things would happen and
sounds would be heard.
Example:
one the first things I can remember was me and my
brother were in the basement cleaning a small room
that had paneling on the walls we looked up and
saw all the panels were bowed in about six or
seven inches from the wall. This was startling and
we ran and told my dad. When we returned the walls
were completely flat. my dad blew this off and we
went back to work not understanding what had
happened.
Then
a few weeks later my dad was in the basement
working on a broken window and he heard a very
nasty sound like a cat hissing. He stopped and
looked around and then continued to work then he
heard the sound again this time much louder and
closer. he said all the hair on his head was
sticking straight up and he left very quickly. Now
at this time my brother and I were not afraid of
any thing because we had never seen or heard of
ghost or unknown things in our lives.
But
one evening we were in my bedroom playing video
games on my bed when a round football shaped
shadow flew in the room and into my open closet
door. We jumped up and asked each other what it
was. I ran to the closet and started looking for
it in the hanging clothes and found nothing. We
laughed about it and went back to playing. A few
minutes went by and the same shadow flew out of
the closet and out the door of the room. It was
startling because it did not follow the wall like
a shadow. it was a mass in the center of the room.
We quickly ran down stairs and told my mom and dad
what had happened and they said just ignore it and
that they had seen it to in other places in the
house and didn't want to tell us so not to scare
us.
As
the years went on it was like clock work every
night at 3:00am or 3:30am we would hear some one
walk up the stairs not just a creaking but the
sound of their feet rubbing against the carpet.
One night I decided to look and see if there was
something when I heard the sounds. so that night I
jumped out of bed and looked out my door that is
at the top of the steps and I saw a man walking
down the steps away from me it was not like a
ghost or what you would think a ghost looked like
he was as real as me very solid. I was very scared
I woke my parents and told them I saw a man in the
house and it must be a burglar because he was so
real looking and ghost was the furthest thing from
my mind. My dad got up and we went through the
entire hose to find nothing all window and doors
were locked. I never got up and looked when I
heard a sound after that.
I was awoken one
night by the sound of my parents screaming. I ran
in their room and they were completely freaking
out. My mom said that she had woken up to a very
large floating ball of black ink as she described
it. It was over their bed and as she looked at it.
A man’s face was looking back at her. She started
to yell and my dad woke to see it as well. This
black floating ink cloud had been seen many times
after this.
There
are many more experiences of my parents with the
cloud, then me. It had gotten so bad in the house
that my dad got some people from a church to come
in and bless the house, even though we didn't go
to church, but he said we had to do something or
we may have to move out. I will tell you that my
worst experience was one night I was in the
basement taking a shower as I did every night.
After getting out and turning off the bathroom
light and walking through the laundry room I
reached up to turn the laundry room light off and
I caught something out of the corner of my eye in
the bathroom. I stopped and looked hard into the
room. I could see the washer and dryer in the dark
and what looked like a shoulder and arm coming
from behind the washer it startled me and then a
relaxed I thought it was just a sweat shirt or
something on a hanger on the side of the washer.
As I relaxed the shape moved and stepped out from
behind the washer. it was so black I could see it
very defined in the dark room it was about three
and half feet tall and had short legs and very
long arms with no neck just a head. As I looked I
could see its arms kind of swayed back and forth
slightly then I made eye contact with it. Its eyes
were blacker than its body - very hard to describe
- and it could tell I saw it. I just ran
as fast as I could. And the entire time I was
running I heard this horrible cat hissing scream
in my left ear as if it was right behind me. When
I reached the top of the steps it stopped
screaming and I was still running all the way up
stairs where every one was getting ready for bed.
My dad yelled what I was doing I told him what I
saw and he told me to draw a picture of it. When I
was done, he showed me a picture he had drawn
earlier. They looked
the same. He said he saw this thing at the bottom
of the steps one night. I moved out not to long
after this. I was 18 years old at the time.
My
parents say they still hear things at night but
they sleep with the hall light on and their
bedroom door
locked.
Dear
PRO: My son
Jim told me that he wrote to you
about our paranormal experiences here at our home
in (city) Ohio.
His mother and I have kept many things from Jim
and his brother thru the years so things wouldn't
get out of hand, with the boys seeing something
everytime they turned around. What Jim said in
his letter is true but it's only a small
part of what goes on.
Close
friends asked us why we didn't sell when things
started going on and the only answer is that we
couldn't afford to move and nothing has ever hurt
anyone. We have lived with things that we cannot
explaine for the last twentyfive years or better.
When my wife and I first started experiencing
things that we knew were not normal and, at that
time the wife and I didn't beleive in things like
ghost or the paranormal, so I did what I think
alot of people would do, I asked my dad.
One day
when we were alone I asked him if he'd ever seen a
goast. My dad was in his sixties at the time and
had experienced world war two and much more life
then my thirty years. He told me that there are
things that go on in this world that no one can or
will ever explain. He said he never seen anything
or experenced anything himself like ghost, but he
told me a short time after my mother and him
married she woke up around two o'clock in the
morning one night crying, scared and soaked from
sweat, saying she saw her best friend Jenny that
she grew up with sitting on the foot of the bed
just stairing at her and when she focused on what
she was seeing she said Jenny was crying and
softly said,"I love you" and then vanished. Dad
said she was shaking and crying and wanted to call
Jenny to see if everything was ok. My dad told her
it was just a dream and she'd wake everyone up,
and they'd think she was crazy. He said
he
calmed her down and got her to go back to sleep.
Dad said that around an hour later the phone rang
and when he answered it my Grandfather was on the
other end crying saying Jenny died in a car
accident a little while ago. My dad said he felt
the hair stand up on the back of his neck. He said
I know that your mother saw Jenny that night and
Jenny told her goodbye. He said that I was the
only person that he ever told that story to and my
dad would never lie to me.
So
we've lived here for clost to twenty-five years
now and now and then things happen, some have
scared the hell out of us at times and other
things we just can't figure out, and yes we
do sleep with a hall light on and lock our bedroom
door for what that's worth - and we don't care if
people think we're crazy or not, we know what
we've seen and heard in this old house thru the
years and that's all that matters.
And if
you don't believe in ghosts, then good for
you. But if that day ever comes, and you ever see
what we've seen, all I can say to you is your
heart better be in good shape because I'm telling
you it's no joking matter when you see something
and you feel your heart pound so hard it hurts in
your chest.
Thank
you for letting me share our
story.
- Jim's dad
More
stories:
My husband and his
family lived in a "haunted" house when he was
younger. The house is located in ****,
Ohio. The
landlord has said that his family was the only
people who could live there. If it was
rented it wasn't long before the renters moved
out. There are numerous personal accounts of
paranormal experiences by all of the family
members and even those who came to visit but
couldn't finish there stay. There are two
accounts that I find interesting.
The
first is when my husbands mother was lying in bed
with her husband. Her backside was facing
the doorway and she felt a smack on her
fanny. She yelled at her husband for doing
such a thing and doing it so hard. He was
adimate that he hadn't commited the deed.
They got out of bed and turned on the light to
find a bright red hand print on her
bottom and
when measured it was twice the size of her
husbands. The second is the sound of a
rocking chair rocking in the middle of the night
when there wasn't one in the house and a baby
crying when there was no baby in the house
either. When you would get up in the morning
after hearing the rocker and the baby you would
find infant footprints all over the top of the
dining room table. It looked as if the
infant had been held to let stand on the table
top. That happened over 25 years ago but ask
anyone of them and they act as if it were
yesterday. I don't know if there is any
paranormal activity in there today but I just
wanted to share a very small portion of what they
had experienced.
Back in 1993, my
daughter was born, after a week of being home, she
started getting sick with some type of "ooze" that
was coming out of her nose, eyes, and mouth. We
rushed her to Childrens medical hospital and they
thought she had spinal menegitis. Being to
young to have certain tests done, they kept her in
the hospital for almost 2 weeks running all
kinds of tests on her. I really didn't leave her
room at the hospital for the time she was there.
She was my first born and I didn't know what
to do except be there with her. Well, after a week
, my mother told me to go home and get some rest
and take a shower cause I stunk. So I went home
and took my long awaited shower and was in the
process of getting my socks and shoes on in the
living room when I heard a knock at the front
door. I got up and answered it seeing my Papa
there, I stepped to the side and he entered my
house, turned around and shook his head yes, and
smiled. At this point he walked out the front door
and I closed it thinking that this was kinda
strange being that he didn't say one word to me. I
then went back to putting on my socks and shoes
when the phone rang, it was my mom on the other
end crying, telling me that what my daughter had
was just a real bad virus that had to run its
course and that she would be alright, I told her
that I kinda knew already because Papa came and
smiled at me, she was like WHAT??? I told her how
Papa came in the house and turned around shook his
head yes and smiled then left. She then said,"You
do realize that your Papa died when you were 2
years old. I just froze there unable to speak or
move. It was so real that I wasn't even afraid and
I knew who he was, and just a little upset because
he did not speak to me.
My
story takes place in my grandmother's house
in ***, Ohio. I moved in with her the year her
youngest daughter got married and stayed with her
for five years, when I got
married.
Many
times while I lived there I would be down the
finished part of the basement where I had a
television. I would hear my name being
called and as it was only my grandmother and me in
the house, I would assume that it was she who
called. I would go upstairs and ask her what
she needed and she would tell me it was not she
who called.
Every year that I lived there,
the ceiling light fixture in my bedroom would
fall, always in the middle of the night and would
always shatter, scaring me right out of bed.
She would come in with her broom and we would
clean it up and she would just walk out of the
room shaking her head.
A couple of years
after I moved out, I asked her if any more
fixtures in "my" room had fallen and broken. She
told me that it had not happened since I moved
out.
One night, about 2:00 in the morning,
I got up thirsty so I went into the kitchen. I was
standing at the refigerator drinking some iced tea
directly from the jug (she didn't drink iced tea)
when across the long counter, the sink turned on
full blast. It had one of those single handles
that you lift up to turn on and my heart
froze. I calmly put the lid back on the jug
and put it back in the fridge and walked over to
the sink to turn it off. I did say out loud
for them/it to leave me alone, before I ran to my
bedroom and put the covers over my head.
We
also had an experience together. I was
sitting on the loveseat opposite the couch she was
sitting on, watching tv. It was one of the old
console televisions, a big monster in a wooden
box. Well, we were just sitting there when I
noticed, for lack of a better word, a puff ball
just kind of bouncing slowly up and down on the
corner of the tv. I
looked across to her
and asked if she saw what I was seeing. She
smiled and said yes, she did. I immediately
got up to get a closer look. As I got near it, it
zipped down the side of the television and scooted
across the floor directly behind her. She
was a tiny little lady, so I moved
the couch
with her sitting on it, but there was nothing
there.
A few years later, my brother moved
in with our randmother and he slept in the same
room that I used to occupy. He told me that
one night, he woke up to see a little boy in blue
knickers walk into the closet. I often
wonder if it was he who broke the light fixtures
and enjoyed teasing me so much.
Submitted by site visitor
- Lorain correctional has a haunted housing
unit. I was working that block one night we had
124 prisoners all in their cells for the night.
About 2am I thought I saw something out of the
corner of my eye and then my buddy thought he
heard something. We both got up and started
checking the ranges (our cell doors are solid with
a window for us to see in to the cell). I got
to a particular
cell and before I could get my
flashlight up to the door I saw in the reflection
a dark figure walking away from me. I turned
around and there was nothing there. I looked in
the reflection again and saw it walking towards
the restroom. I turned around and started toward
the restroom and looked in and saw nothing. The
next week, 5 prisoners claimed that a man walked
right through the
wall!
Hey PRO: Here is my story
full and uncut. Enjoy.
Location and History of
place: Hamilton Missouri, 1 owner, has been
in his family for over a 100 years. Used to
be slave house.
Ok, it all starts as any other
night. My brother was a cop
in (town
name) during this time and his
apartment was on the 2nd floor of this
house. In order to get to his apartment, you
had to go thru the front door of the House and up
the stairs to a glass door. He was the only person
living there besides the owner of the
house, (name), 80yrs
old, who lived downstairs on the main
floor.
My brother's Roommate and I decided
to get out of the house for the night. After we
returned, we got out of the car and went to unlock
the main door of the house. We both started
to feel a little uneasy but just thought it was
nothing. She started to unlock the main door
when I started to tell her, after seeing an
appartion at the base of the stairs, to hurry
up. No matter what she did the lock would
not come undone. Next thing I knew I was up
against the car and so was she. It felt like
I had been pushed or something. Almost like
when someone trys to stop your movement and they
put their hand on your chest to stop
you.
At that very moment my brother
comes around the corner in his Cop Car with his
lights and sirens blazing. When he got there he
looked at us confusingly and asked us if we just
called in. We had told him that we did
not since obviously something would not let us
in. He then proceeded to tell us that they
just recieved a call from HIS phone inside
HIS apartment. When he checked in to let
dispatch know he was on site, dispatch had
informed him of 2 more calls, this time no-one
spoke, just heavy breathing. I heard this
and became confused.
My brother then entered the
building to investigate and when I looked up from
the road to the 2nd story kitchen window
(about 50 feet away from apartment door) I saw
him, at the same time, I saw a shadow of someone
standing at the apartment door. When
my brother had looked down at us I pointed at
the building letting him know that I saw someone
or something standing at the door of the
apartment. My brother's roommate and I
were both positive he would see someone in there,
I mean there was a shadow there, of course someone
had to be standing there. After a few
minutes I saw my brother come down the stairs
and out the door, he told us no-one was up there
and the place was clear. Right after
he said that I pointed back at the apartment
door and stairway and told him to look
that there was someone there. He went
to the stairway and saw the shadow as we did, and
proceeded to walk up the stairs. No one was
there. I ran up the stairs and into the
apartment. My brother started to tell me
that if I were to see anyone in here to
immediately call him, he would be parked only
a couple of blocks away for awhile.
Right then my brother and I both at the same time
saw a shadow of someone walking down the
hallway toward the back of the apartment.
I ran after this shadow but to no
surprise there was no one there and no where for
anyone to go.
After heading back to the front of
the apartment, we saw the shadow
again, this time the shadow moved
slowly. We stared at this shadow while
looking down the hallway expecting to see someone,
but no-one was there. Later my brother
pulled an old picture of my grandfather out of his
room and told me the next time the shadow appears
look at the pic and look at the shadow, when
the shadow reappeared I looked at both and
the shadow resembled my grandfather. What he
was doing there I don't know. Was he there
to protect us from an evil entity that followed us
from his roommates friends house? To
this day I don't know.
Now here was the ultimately weird
thing. Coincidence or not. On the wall in
the living room, my brother's roommate
had one of those hand print plates.
Just out of pure fun I put my hand into the hand
print, It was an exact match and when I did
put my hand in there it started to get really
hot and started to burn me. After I pulled
my hand back quickly, my brother's
roommate and I both heard someone say, "Get
out!" I called my brother and told
him.
The rest of the night got calmer
and calmer, and the next day I went home. I
never went back to that house. My brother
kept telling me that it was haunted but I never
believed him till that night. If it was
my grandfather in the apartment, why was he there,
and what was he protecting me
from?
My Story of the Paranormal - My
husband and I own a home in (town)
Ohio. We have often said we would love
to have the home investigated before we move out
within a couple of months. I have
"convinced" myself the activity we have is my
deceased son, maybe because that makes it less
scary and then again maybe it is him letting us
know he is ok and loves us. Some of the
things we've had happen in our 4 yrs of living
here are...
1. A water fountain with an angel
holding a child was turning on without the switch
being in on position after it happening several
times with all members of the house, I've
temporarily wrapped it up and put it in
the
garage. Then...
2. Our doorbell never worked so
we bought a new one and installed it, it only has
2 choices of rings and we selected the one we
wanted, however, MANY times a day and night and
during the wee hours it will ring, with
approximately 5 or 6 tones that aren't in its
program, we again have opted to smile and say we
love you too.
3. I was upstairs and just felt
uneasy suddenly, I had been saving votive holders
for future use in the corner of our bdrm, I felt
so uneasy I went downstairs and my cell rang it
was my husband and I told him how
I was
feeling, as I started back upstairs with him on
the phone, I said there were 3 of the votive
holders in a row at the top of the stairs, it was
impossible for them to "roll" there etc..again I
just removed them from the room.
4. Yesterday
while watching tv, (I can see our computers from
the sofa) I heard the new printer on my husbands
desk turn on, shut off, turn on and shut off
again, I went to look to see if the computers had
somehow had a screen open that triggered it but
nothing, I said out loud ok that is enough of that
for now thank you, and the doorbell again chimed
2
times.
5. Last night at least 4 or 5 times
as we watched tv our golden retriever would jump
up and tail between his legs would stare off or
slowly walk to another room as if looking at
something/someone etc.
Our home is
in the process of foreclosure so of course our
time here is limited. Its been very difficult for
us because we love our home and I felt the first
day I entered it as if we were "meant" to be
here.
As
a child I lived in Lorain, OH, on the east side.
The house I grew up in was haunted beyond
belief.
There were three entities in it I am
positive of.
One was a small boy that gave me the
impression he died in a fire sometime in the
house. The second was a lady in about her 20s or
30s.
She was always wearing a yellow dress with
a hat and carrying a parasol, most times she was
carrying a tea tray so we either called her the
lady in yellow or the tea lady. The third
entity I never personally saw, felt his presence a
few times and was the butt of his pranks a lot but
never saw him.
My older sister
and I shared a
room growing up and the first experience I can
remember happened when I was about 4 or 5 (my
sister was 6 years older than me). We were
lying in bed trying to fall asleep (we shared a
bed at the time) telling each other fairy
tales.
When I opened my eyes and looked straight
up to the ceiling I saw my sisters doll carriage
floating over the bed. Now this
carriage had a visor that spun when the carriage
was pushed and it played some kind of song. The visor
was spinning and the music was pinging away. I
told my sister to look and she put the blanket
over my head and began telling me I didn't see
anything and to go to sleep now or it would just
get worse.
I went to sleep.
Another
very memorable experience I had was when I was a
little older about 12. I had just
gotten home from school and was the only person in
the house.
I started to go upstairs to my room to do
my homework and looked up the steps as I was
walking.
On the landing heading down the steps was
my sister's porcelain wedding doll. Now I've
never been fond of my sisters doll collection, but
after that I wouldn't go up the steps until my mom
moved the collection (the whole collection sat on
the balcony to the stairs). I remember I saw that
doll hop down one step and tore out of the house
so fast I didn’t even shut the front
door.
The
most impressionable experience I ever had in that
house happened when I was 18. I had just
had my first daughter and I was staying with my
mom and dad while my husband was in boot camp for
the Marine Corps. I was
pretty set in the schedule of waking up every six
hours to check on my daughter and feed or change
her.
My father was doing some renovating and
there was no door on the room the baby was
in.
One night she
Happy
in the thought that she might be sleeping through
the night already but feeling the new mom worry of
maybe I just don't hear her I went to go check on
her.
When I got close to her room I looked in
and saw the lady in yellow sitting in the rocking
chair next to the crib. I could
hear her humming softly and when I stepped towards
the room she looked up at me and smiled. She looked
down at my daughter and said everything is all
right in a light wispy voice and went back to
humming and rocking in the chair. It kind of
scared me but also made me feel good to know for
sure my daughter had more than just me watching
over her, even so I quickly grabbed her and put
her in bed with me for the
night.
I
could go on forever about the stories from when I
lived in that house. It was so
scary at times but some of my fondest moments were
entwined with the entities of that
house.
Ohio: Having read tales of its
rumored hauntings
in the "Haunted Ohio"
book series a few years ago, my husband and
I decided to check out the Golden Lamb
restaurant and Inn.
After selecting the
room in which we wanted to stay, we waited for the
restaurant to close so we could begin our "watch
night" for the rumored
spirits.
(Note: While the Golden Lamb appears in the
book series of haunted places in Ohio, the inn's
own web site does NOT tout its spirits as a
tourist attraction! In fact, we found NO
mention of any
hauntings on the site's web
pages.)
After eagerly perusing the halls
after hours ("Come on, ghosts!"), we didn't see
any spirits.
However, after retiring to our
own room, my husband and I separately witnessed
two distinctly different lighting anomalies on our
ceiling,
shortly before dropping off to sleep
that night.
The next day, after comparing
notes and heading home, we gave no further thought
to our visit to the inn...until things started
disappearing in our home shortly afterwards.
(Note: My husband and I had not, until then,
had any odd occurrences in our home until AFTER
our trip to the Golden Lamb. [Although, we
discovered later, our daughter once
mentioned a
woman--who was not me--who covered her in blankets
once in our home when our daughter awoke during
the night...)
It was then that my daughter
(late teens) and I experienced three different
episodes of us telling one another, "I'm going to
wear (fill-in-the-blank) tomorrow" from our
closets, only to find that the mentioned items
(which had been in plain view when mentioned as
wardrobe choices for the following day) were
suddenly nowhere to be found! But then, a
day or two later, the items were again BACK in the
closet, in the places in which we had looked--in
vain--for them earlier! (Note: We
didn't
discover that we were experiencing the
same missing-clothing events until we began
comparing notes a few weeks after the
incidents.)
My "proof positive" came one
Saturday when everyone, except me, was out of the
house. I had been entering some friends'
address updates into
my computer but had missed
one which was on a note-sized paper all by
itself. Thinking the task finished and
turning off my computer, I then
saw the note to
my right on the computer
desk and thought, "I'll tend to this one
later." Leaving it there, I began to deal
with other tasks around the house...
Two
hours later, I returned to my computer to check my
email (and also to take care of that
earlier-overlooked note)...when I noticed that
the
note was gone! Thinking that it
probably fell somewhere nearby, I began looking
under and around the computer
desk (including in drawers and in all the
stacks of paper nearby). The note was
nowhere! (No big surprise, as clutter has a
way of swallowing things around it,
right?)
But a few hours later, I again went
to log onto my computer...and the missing note was
once again where I had left it, hours ago!
At this point, I began to get a little
nervous...
At some point, amid all these
events, a young woman we knew had left her coat at
our home. AFTERWARDS, having borrowed a
guitar tuner from her, I decided to place it back
into the coat pocket (so she could retrieve both
items at once). However, before she again
visited us, and upon
realizing that I again
needed her tuner, I sought the item in her
left-behind coat-pocket. Incredibly, the
tuner could not be found!
It was at this
point that I said aloud to what I had surmised
what a spirit we had brought home from the inn,
"You COULD be helping us FIND stuff, instead of
HIDING it!! If you can't be HELPFUL, I'm
going to have to ask you to
LEAVE!!"
Note: My declaration was an
exasperated statement--more of a threat than a
command. But, after that day, the guitar
tuner was again found in
the coat pocket.
Both have been returned to the rightful
owner. And, since that time, no more
clothing (or other items) have been found to
be
missing from our home.
We think that--in
our excited eagerness--whatever we may have
brought home from the Golden Lamb, has finally
departed.
OHIO: In our high school drama
group, it was common to experience seances as part
of our cast parties. Often called-upon
spirits were Jimi
Hendrix and Janis
Joplin. (We wanted to know if their
drug overdoses were accidental, or if they were
successful
suicide attempts.) We'd sit in a
circle on the floor, hold hands, and ask for the
various spirits to make themselves
known.
Over the year of two of my
experiences with this group, I'd gotten used to
the "show" of one of our senior members
"speaking", answering questions asked of the
invited spirit. (I'd always figured that it
was the senior class members playing some kind of
group prank on the younger
members of the
group.)
I was totally unprepared, however,
for the night the spirit tried to speak through
me!
As usual, we began our seance by
calling forth the spirit of Jimi
Hendrix. I wasn't surprised when the
person to my right squeezed my hand and then began
to breathe laboriously, while answering our
questions posed from other members of the
circle.
However, that person suddenly
STOPPED speaking, and the person on my LEFT began
to pick up the "conversation". (Being a
skeptic, I thought, "Good planning! One
person stops abruptly, while another picks up
where s/he left off!")
However, shortly
afterwards, that person on my LEFT stopped
speaking. I quickly felt a squeeze on my
left hand, and then what I can only describe as a
"power" began filling up inside my chest.
Suddenly, MY
breathing started to
change! I felt what I can only
describe as "a ball of energy" trying to lift from
my stomach, past my lungs and into my
throat. I ALMOST began to speak...but I
purposefully broke the circle at that
point.
I KNEW I wasn't "in" on any joke
that may have been circulating among my senior
friends. Whatever happened was REAL, and I
wanted no part in it. It felt WRONG!
And I have never again participated in a
seance.
(Coincidentally, I have a VERY
Christian friend who once allowed himself to be
part of a Ouija board seance. He and his
group had asked for a "sign" of a spirit's
presence...when ALL the water in the house turned
on at once! They literally RAN from the home
and, like me, have never again participated in a
generic calling-forth of spirits. 'Cause
you
never really know WHO you're going to
reach....)
In 2005 my mother passed away.On
Mom's following birthday, in Feb,2006, my
sisters,niece,and I tried to contact her
spirit.
We went to Mom's
house,where she died and sat in the same room she
died in. We took some of her personal items and
turned out the lights and each of us concentrated
on her for several minutes simultaneously.We each
took turns talking to her and asking her to show
us a sign that she was o.k. After a few minutes of
silence,A bright pink teardrop-shaped
orb
outlined in bright green appeared in front of me.I
was shocked and I whispered for my family to look.
I pointed at the orb and followed it with my
finger for them to see where it was floating.I
followed it for
about 15 seconds and it
disappeared.None of my family saw it-just me.Well,
a few minutes later,after a little more conversing
toward Mom,an orb appeared to my sister.But the
one she saw was all green.None of the rest of us
could see it.After that,my niece could smell
roses, (she frequently took Mom roses when she was
sick),only her. It was like Mom contacted each of
us uniquely.
My Story
of the Paranormal - I live in the same house I
grew up in. It was my parents home until about 5
years ago when my husband and I
purchased the
house from my mother. It is located off of East
Broad St. in Elyria,
Ohio.
When I was a child I
experienced many strange things there as did
mysister. But I also had relatives that would come
to visit and leave
because of things in the
house or later they would tell my mother about
things that happened or made them
uncomfortable.
On many occassions, as a
little girl, I would see an elderly woman in a
black dress wearhing a white apron. She was always
in the same corner
of the living room near the
front door and the stairway leading upstairs. No
one ever believed me and thought I just made it up
or had a vivid
imagionation. Well, sometime
after I had married and left the house, my father
had gone up to bed and had only been laying there
for a short
time. He saw, who he thought was my
mother, walk through the room and go out the back
door to the second story porch. Then he realized
that my
mother didn't own a black nightgown or
robe. So he got up and went out onto the porch and
no one was there. My mother was downstairs when
it
happened. He immediately called everyone to
tell them that he had seen my ghost.
As I
said, I live in the same house today and although
there are occassional noises and my dog acts a
little freaky every now and then, I have
never
seen her
again.
There is a
campsite in Brookville,
IN that my mother and her bestfriends went
to (it was owned by her Bff's mother and father)
well they all
have kids now which are my
bestfriends. We all grew up together so we pretty
much consider eachother brothers and sisters. Now
we go there with our little ones. Our moms and
dads always told us stories about this white
shot-gun style house that was right across the
street from our
campsite. It sits right off of
the road and beside miles and miles of cornfields.
The road is a one lane road so its pretty tight
when two cars
drive towards eachother - keep
that in mind. Supposedly this house has been
haunted for many years. When they were all
teenagers they knew the old man that lived there,
the original owner. He had a wife and she had
passed away in the house, he went senial and kept
her body in the
house for a while before he
called anyone. One night our mothers and family
were all camping and they heard him screaming at
his wife, calling her
names and being very
vulgar. Someone must have called the police
because they said the ambulance was there and
police and they ended up taking
him in and the
ambulance had taken her body out of the house. So
ever since then, like 30-40 years, there have been
weird occurances. I am going
to list them in
order as they have happend. These occurances all
happened to us aka "the kids" we are now all 19-31
in age.
1.- Ages 7, 10, 10 and 11 We were
walking out of the campsite toward the house and
were daring eachother on who could walk the
closest to the
house without freaking out. So
Timmy did, he was the oldest and the only boy. He
got up to about 30 or 40 feet when we started
hearing dogs barking from the back of the house.
It was me my sister who was 7, Timmy and Missy.
Next thing we know is here are 2 what look to be
german shepards running after us. We turned around
and took off running to the campsite my little
sister couldn't keep up so Timmy somehow swung her
up around his neck and ran with her on his
shoulders, the poor thing. We get to the campsite
and headed right for that big globed monkey bar
looking thing in the playground, we climbed up it
and the dogs were right there at the bottom of it
just barking their heads off at us. We stayed up
there until they finally walked away. Now first of
all, how do 4 kids ages 7, 10 and 11 run from 2
german shepard dogs.... I dunno we did i dont know
how either or if they were even really there -
seeing the same thing with lots of witnesses was
not uncommon.
2. We were only about 2 years
older now, we were doing the same thing, daring
each other to go up to the house as we did every
year. This time
all 5 of us were holding hands,
the new kid Josh, Timmy and Missy's younger
brother who was now allowed to hang with us big
kids. We all held
hands and decided to walk up
to it at the same time. The porch light comes on
so we stopped and turned around and started calmly
walking away
b/c we knew they had dogs. Well we
turned around and the porch light goes off so we
started walking up to it again, I'm typing this as
it
happend b/c it was very quick. 3rd floor
light goes on in the back, 3rd floor light on in
the front, back door light on, porch light on,
2nd
story light on 3rd light in the back off,
porch light off, back porch off. It was like they
had 12 people in the house turning the lights on
and
off as fast as the could all at the same
time. That was enough to freak us out so we
ran.
3. The cornfields - the very next
year. New owner of the house we noticed because we
were going to pretend we were Girl and Boy Scouts
selling
cookies and we were going to dare
someone to go up and knock on the door. It was
about 7pm so it was just starting to get dark. We
walked up to
the door and there she was a nun,
fully dressed in her black robe doing exercises to
the workout show on her t.v. of course we all
freaked out
she turned around in her living
room and she seen us so we ran. hahaha this is
really funny now thinking back...stupid
kids
4. Now this was just three years ago -
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