A haunted house I moved into at age 17. Do you have a haunting to share?

[DNA]

I was listening to Coast to Coast on Nov 8 2010 and the first guest his name was Sheldon Norberg (http://www.healinghouses.com/) he was talking about hauntings and how he helped to get the ghosts to move on. It made me totally think of this experience I had at 17, I figuired why not jot it down.



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At age 17 me and my family moved into a new nieghborhood, a new house. I took the attic room. After being there for a month and a half, my mother, myself,my sister and one of my best freinds were all convinced the house was haunted. There was a constant sense of something watching you in that house, it was,,,, unnerving.

At times the presence would be so powerfull the only metaphor that works is that it felt like it was screaming at me to get out of it's house! It felt like it was right up on me, screaming at me!

After being in the house for a couple of months, we became aquainted with our next door neighbor, a jolly talkative woman in her late twenties who was pregnant at the time. After becoming aquainted she wasted no time in telling us that the previous occupant of the house had run into some trouble with the law, didn't wanna go to prison, and hung himself, in the attic room, which was now my bedroom.

After being there for about seven months, I had this lucid dream.
I am convinced this dream led to the ghost crossing over or liberation if you will.

I was on my way home, walking back from a freinds house. I realized I was dreaming. Immediatly after I realized I was dreaming, a short, smallish built gentleman in his late fifties approached me. I never saw his face. He was wearing a field workers hat they would wear in Mexico with a colorfull blanket draped over his shoulders. The man never spoke a word to me, and yet he demanded my attention. He was exactly how I imagined Don Juan to look like from the Carlos Castaneda books.

Instead of saying anything, he pointed in my direction, and as his arm pivoted towards another direction, I experienced a wooshing sound, like I was in the middle of a cyclone, and after his arm stopped moving, we were in my room.

Before I had a chance to ask what we were supposed to do there, he loaded up his pointed finger again turned his arm towards my bed, the wooshing sound took place again, and instead of my bed there was a cocoon with a moldy corpse inside of it, kind of looked like a mummy that had been unwrapped.



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At this point, I felt an ah ha in my heart area, and I turned to him and said, "ohhhhh you want me to wake him up". (Don't ask me how I knew this, I just did).

So I put my hands on the cocoon and started cradeling it back and forth. After moving the cocoon back and forth like you would rock a baby in a cradle. It didn't take long before the corpse looked like an old man.
After rocking him for only a little bit the cocoon disapeared and I put my hands on the old man. He was starting to be animated and he was talking to himself like he was dreaming. After a little while he now only looked about 28. He was now very irratated, and perturbed, like he would be if I was waking him up out of bed. He finally roused and said "what, what do you want"?

Now it was my turn to use the wooshing pointed finger arm motion gesture. And when the woosh was over, a pregnant woman was standing before us, and the 28 year old guy was standing beside me when I told him " you have to wake up, because you have to be born".



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At this point the Don juan dream guide, or spirit guide, (or I don't even know if he was my personal spirit guide he could have been the ghost's spirit guide),,,came up to the man and they began to talk.

At this point I was appreciating the lucidness of the dream I was having, I kept staring at my hands and then staring at the walls, for some reason, I then jumped off the roof of my house, staring at my hands and feet while falling. The 28 year old and Don Juan were looking over the side of the roof down at me while I was falling. The 28 year old asked, why is he doing that?(Refering to my slow motion fall off the roof) And the Don Juan, of whom this is the only thing I heard him say to me through the whole dream replied in a resigned, exasperated tone, "because,,, he's an idiot".

As a last note, I never ever felt the unnerving presence in my house after that, and I never heard any one else note of the presense after this either.

[Flasky]

Awesome story!

I have never experienced anything like it, and never been in a haunted place/house. Thanks for sharing! :)

Have you had any similar feelings since in other places?

[Mare]

Something happened to me in the mid 90's that I will relate to you. It is a 'ghost' story with a beginning, a middle and an end to it. I hope you find it interesting.


Friends of mine at the time were living in a Georgian townhouse in the centre of the city. It was a 'student house' so individuals would move on from there when their courses where done to be replaced by others all on a 'word of mouth' basis. We used to hang out there after nights-out and it was generally regarded as a fun place to be.

We frequented the house for about five years and in all that time I never experienced anything 'untoward'. Never even thought of it in spite of the fact that many of the passageways in the building had no light because the students never replaced light bulbs other than in their own rooms.

One night however I was feeling my way down the passageway that led to the bathroom and through the open bathroom door the moon had cast its light on what appeared to be a large object left in the middle of the bathroom floor. I thought at the time it was a trouser press. A black rectangle with a hanger stuck on the top. How odd?

I passed through the threshold of the bathroom door and immediately experienced something quite difficult to describe. It was if something were able to shove my thoughts completely to one side like a magnet does to iron filings on a piece of paper. I was overcome with nausea and fear and had the words 'A death' imprinted into my brain as well as an image of red lights flashing on a wet cobbled street at night time.

I pulled at the light cord in a state of shock and it all disappeared as quickly as it had come. My thoughts were restored and you guessed it, no object in the middle of the bathroom. I was quite shaken up by it and legged it back down the stairs as quickly as I could to my friends gathered below. I said nothing.

A couple of weeks later I was at the house again and up very late in the kitchen alone. I played in a band then and had to get the lyrics to a song we were recording the next morning completed. It was about 3 or 4 am and my mate had hit the sack an hour earlier. I was standing at the kitchen table with my back to the kitchen door which lead to the hall and the foot of the staircase, agonising over the lines of the song before retiring myself, when I sensed there was someone standing immediately behind me. I was stunned by it and rooted to the spot. I could feel the weight of the ‘guest’ shifting on the same floorboards I was standing on. I could hear breathing and (inexplicably at the time) imagined a male with bright red shiny full lips.

My mind was in overdrive telling myself that I was ‘paranoid’ and making it all up. I even tried to carry on writing but I could simply not stand it any longer and swung round sharply. I saw a white flash of light pass from the corner of the room behind me through the doorway and up the staircase. I was absolutely frozen by it. I waited for a minute and then ran up the stairs and jumped into bed with my mate (whose protests were futile I can tell you)


The next day I told the story to an Australian student who’d moved into the basement room in the cellar of the house and he said he’d had a ‘light’ moving about his room from the first night he moved in. He was plagued by the same sense of a man standing next to his bed and then would see light flash across the room whenever he turned over. He also said that one night he watched this ‘light’ highlight different spines of books on his bookshelf for half an hour. He had told no one of this, as he was afraid his new housemates would think him ‘barmy’.

A few days later when word had got out about what I experienced, I was sitting at the edge of the kitchen in the house. A large group of people had gathered and were all chatting to one another. I was reading a newspaper and was asked by one to run through the ‘ghost story’ one more time. I felt I’d told the story about a hundred times by then and was getting sick of it. ‘I don’t know what it was’ I said ‘there is no ghost’,
‘Bang!’ a record that was sitting on a picture-rail above me toppled off and hit me over the head! Every jaw dropped in the room.

Some months after the last of my friends had moved out of the house and we all had more or less stopped going there, I bumped into the Australian student and asked how things were going for him in the cellar. He told me that one morning he had been fast asleep in bed dreaming of an old woman knocking at the house who explained that she had come to collect oil paintings from the cellar. The dream was broken by his alarm clock, but when he reached over to switch it off he realised it was actually the doorbell. Someone had his or her finger on it and was ringing it constantly.

He put his dressing gown on and answered the door. It was an old woman who, with her son, had driven up north in a Luton van to pick up the oil paintings in the cellar.

Now the other half of the cellar was full of old junk and scores of rather gloomy oil paintings. The oil paintings were modern and had been painted a few years earlier by an art student at the art college. For some reason they had just been left there.

The old woman explained that her grandson (I won’t add his name) had died of carbon monoxide poisoning due to a faulty flue at his flat in a well-publicised case several years earlier. Her grandson’s best friend had lived at this address and stored all his friends portraits in the cellar for future collection by the students family which, up until that time still had not occurred. The Australian student made them tea, helped them load the paintings and off they went.

When I learned who the artist responsible for the paintings had been it gave me a strange feeling about the whole business. I actually knew the student when he was alive and had been in his company once or twice before his tragic death, but never realised the canvases I had seen piled up in the cellar for years were his.

I still think that the ghost was him, attracted to the house not only because it contained his work but because it was always so full of life. Maybe he was lost and was trying to make contact. I also feel bad about ‘chickening out’ at the time, but I was unprepared for that sort of thing.

As a final note to this tale, a few years ago I had to attend a course on carbon monoxide poisoning. The tutor instructing us explained how the haemaglobin in our blood, which attracts the oxygen into our bloodstream, is especially attracted to carbon monoxide gas. Without going into too much detail, the red blood cells that contain the haemaglobin that carries the oxygen around our bodies become much redder under the influence of carbon monoxide gas.

The victims always appear to be in very good health he said, and that most are found with very full, ruby red lips.

[DNA]

One night however I was feeling my way down the passageway that led to the bathroom and through the open bathroom door the moon had cast its light on what appeared to be a large object left in the middle of the bathroom floor. I thought at the time it was a trouser press. A black rectangle with a hanger stuck on the top. How odd?

It is not what we can not see in the darkness that frightens us, but what we can see in the darkness that frightens us. Don Juan from Carlos Castaneda's work


The victims always appear to be in very good health he said, and that most are found with very full, ruby red lips.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZjoGOhlf8U

[Unified Serenity]

I love ghost stories. I have interacted with ghosts most of my life. In the early 1970's my mom's neighbor was selling an antique bed and highboy for about $200.00. She asked, "Why are you selling it so cheaply?" The person said, "Well, to be honest it's haunted!" At hearing that, my mom paid him the $200.00 and happily took the set off of his hands. It was a Basset set just like the Lincoln bed in the whitehouse. It was built sometime in the mid 1800's. Not long after having the set, things started to happen in the house. At first it was cabnet doors opening and closing or a spoon turning in a cup by itself. Then, the master bedroom had a bathroom that opened into both the bedroom and the hallway. Sometimes when you were using that room the door to the master bedroom would unlock and open and you would feel a presence. It was creepy.

Another unnerving aspect was at night when you were ready to get into bed and would expect cool bedsheets one side of the bed would feel as if someone had been laying there and it was warmer than one would expect. One night my dad did not feel comfortable about getting into bed and after my mom's prodding he lay down. Moments later an older man's voice spoke through my dad. It was the ghost. He spoke about his life. How he had been a fairly rich man in the South and owned slaves. He told how one night while using a bedwarmer the pan tipped and the hot coals caught the bed on fire at the lower corner of the bed. We looked and you could see the darker wood there. The ghost said how his wife had died and he had been very sad and died in that bed five years later out of grief for his loss.

We loved our ghost and named him Jonathan. We never thought of sending him packing. He would come around every so often if we had not spoken to him in a while. We'd sort of just talk to him as if he were there and tell him about our day and hoped he had enjoyed his as well. If we hadn't done that things would start to happen and we'd say "Hi Jonathan, sorry for not talking with you in a while" that sort of thing. One night, a foster sister and I were watching TV in the den area. We had a sliding glass door that my dad had covered with aluminum foil to block the bright sun from coming into that room. Our dog had torn the bottom corner of the foil. As she and I were watching TV I saw from the corner of my eye this mist like form come into the room. I was a little nervous and asked her to look up next to me. She said something like "Oh my god" and in a split second he moved over to the sliding glass door and the backlight was flipped on. A man's face was in the bottom corner as he was jiggling the door to get into the house. I jumped up and screamed. My dad ran out, Jonathan disappeared and the guy was hopping the backyard fences to get away!

We had a lot of encounters with Jonathan, and sad to say we no longer have the set.

I also lived in a haunted boarding school in Virginia. Teachers also lived on the campus, and would check on us every night during their rounds to make sure all was ok. The school was used during the civil war to help the wounded. Several houses on campus are haunted. You would hear walking above your room in the Robertson house though no one was awake up there. It usually happened around 2 or 3 in the morning. Picture frames would be askew in the morning and I'd always have to straighten them out. It did not feel bad, just like being watched over.

I've never been afraid of ghosts no matter their demeanor. Most just have no clue imho what's going on and need some help to get past that space.

[GCS1103]

I had what could be called a haunting or maybe it was something more.

In the 1990's two things happened around the same time. I had a group of friends over to my house for a "psychic reading". We did this more for entertainment and not because we believed the psychic was going to reveal our futures to us. We all had individual sessions with him and after socializing with everyone, my guests left and went home. About a week later I had lunch with my cousin and some other people in a diner. There was a girl sitting at the table with us that I recognized from somewhere. She saw me looking at her and she said "Are you wondering if you know me?" I told her yes and she then explained she had just been on a popular television show where she was a guest. The night she was on the show, the topic was alien abductees. I had watched that show and then recognized her immediately because she had the most unbelieveable light blue eyes that caught your attention. We all finished our lunch and on the way out, she turned to me and said "You don't know it, but you are a star child." I had no idea what she was talking about and didn't think about it again.

A few days after the psychic party and meeting this woman, when I would go to sleep at night I felt someone touching my cheek. I would turn the lights on and, of course, no one would be there. I also developed a sense of sheer dread. I find it hard to define it in a narrative here, other than to say I felt like there was evil around me in the house. It was so overwhelming that I had the same dread during the day when I left my house. The television in my bedroom would turn on in the middle of the night and I started sleeping with all the lights on in my house. I had an intuitive feeling that if I didn't keep the lights on, I would be abducted. I don't think I can ever fully explain in words, the fear and evil that I felt. This went on for about two weeks when one evening my phone rang and it was the girl from the diner. She had called my cousin to get my phone number. She wanted to know if I was alright because she was "afraid for me."

It was at this point that I called a friend of mine who is an extremely religious and aware person and asked him to come to my house. He and his wife came in and he told me that there was evil in the house that made his hair stand up on the back of his neck. They spent an hour praying and asking for protection (they are Born Again Christians) and eventually left. Whatever was in the house was gone. The dread was gone and I felt normal again. There was a noticable difference in the house like a cloud of evil had just been removed. I always believed that it was not a "ghost" per se, but a demonic presence that I encountered. I am not an overly religious person, but I will always believe that there are utterly evil forces around us because of my personal experience.

[Flasky]

Something happened to me in the mid 90's that I will relate to you. It is a 'ghost' story with a beginning, a middle and an end to it. I hope you find it interesting.

Yes! Very much! Read it all in one breath..!


My mind was in overdrive telling myself that I was ‘paranoid’ and making it all up. I even tried to carry on writing but I could simply not stand it any longer and swung round sharply. I saw a white flash of light pass from the corner of the room behind me through the doorway and up the staircase. I was absolutely frozen by it. I waited for a minute and then ran up the stairs and jumped into bed with my mate (whose protests were futile I can tell you)

On a random note, this was my favorite part - after all the suspense a nice giggle!


The victims always appear to be in very good health he said, and that most are found with very full, ruby red lips.

*goosebumps*


We loved our ghost and named him Jonathan. We never thought of sending him packing. He would come around every so often if we had not spoken to him in a while. We'd sort of just talk to him as if he were there and tell him about our day and hoped he had enjoyed his as well. If we hadn't done that things would start to happen and we'd say "Hi Jonathan, sorry for not talking with you in a while" that sort of thing.

That is amazing. I have never heard a true ghost story when a 'friendly' contact was made - and thereof, relationship. That is really refreshing. I am glad you guys were able to be understanding of him. This bit really warmed my heart. :P


.....There was a girl sitting at the table with us that I recognized from somewhere. She saw me looking at her and she said "Are you wondering if you know me?" I told her yes and she then explained she had just been on a popular television show where she was a guest. The night she was on the show, the topic was alien abductees. I had watched that show and then recognized her immediately because she had the most unbelieveable light blue eyes that caught your attention. We all finished our lunch and on the way out, she turned to me and said "You don't know it, but you are a star child." I had no idea what she was talking about and didn't think about it again.

I sense an 'interest' there! ;) Her eyes were "incredibly light blue" eh? Hehe..!


A few days after the psychic party and meeting this woman, when I would go to sleep at night I felt someone touching my cheek. I would turn the lights on and, of course, no one would be there. I also developed a sense of sheer dread. I find it hard to define it in a narrative here, other than to say I felt like there was evil around me in the house. It was so overwhelming that I had the same dread during the day when I left my house. The television in my bedroom would turn on in the middle of the night and I started sleeping with all the lights on in my house. I had an intuitive feeling that if I didn't keep the lights on, I would be abducted. I don't think I can ever fully explain in words, the fear and evil that I felt. This went on for about two weeks when one evening my phone rang and it was the girl from the diner. She had called my cousin to get my phone number. She wanted to know if I was alright because she was "afraid for me."

That is so odd. Didn't you pursue this on? Obviously she knows something here...But why would your house go evil after she said you are a star child?


....They spent an hour praying and asking for protection (they are Born Again Christians) and eventually left. Whatever was in the house was gone. The dread was gone and I felt normal again. There was a noticable difference in the house like a cloud of evil had just been removed. I always believed that it was not a "ghost" per se, but a demonic presence that I encountered. I am not an overly religious person, but I will always believe that there are utterly evil forces around us because of my personal experience.

And ever since? Are you now speaking with the 'incredibly light blue' eyes woman? I am just curious to know if you felt the need to know more...!

Guys, a big thank you to all for sharing! Fascinating reads...! And I love that they are actually true. I wish we could all be around a fire, it would make for an interesting night. :o

[Carmody]

Ghosts don't freak me out. They make me have a sloppy grin on my face. They remind me of how much personal energy I really possess....they knock my ego into the back seat and put the real being inside back into a position of knowledge and operative contact. (don't use the word control, as that is an ego manifestation word--it is a fear word).

Ghosts and spiritual contacts are the the best dang reminder in the world. The best 'knock on your inner door' that you can receive. Don't invite them or give permission, but recognize their reality.

The fear, that is the ego running amok, fearing it's demise... if YOU understand root consciousness and then delegate the position of the ego where it belongs. The ego is a frightened child, full of all the emotions and the negative emotions the body produces as a reflection of and into the shape of the ego.

[9eagle9]

Me either I got used to them a long time ago.

The only one that really sticks out in my mind but doesn't really qualify as ghost, is when my father was out late one night. He had the dog with him I remember. I was awake when he returned. I heard him pull in the driveway, and walk up the steps. Come in through the kitchen, dining room, pause by my bedroom door to check on me. He said my name to see if I was asleep but I was cranked at him for leaving me in haunted house all evening by myself without even the dog there so I didn't answer. He mumbled something about going out again but wanted to check on me to see if I was allright before he left again. Instead of leaving though he proceeds into his bedroom. I heard him kick his boots off and get into bed.

Ten minutes later someone is knocking on the back door. Dad doesn't get up to answer it and I wouldn't. So I laid there and the knocking got louder and louder. So I got pissed and I got out of bed to answer it. This cop is standing at the door with the dog , and had come to tell me that dad had been killed in a car wreck .

He'd never been home at all.

So at my dad's funeral my uncle was standing around and my dad just walked right up to him. My uncle not having a moment of clarity and so used to having his brother around just started talking to him like it was normal everyday. He said he got in mid sentence and remembered...he had the wherewithal to say "What happened?" (referring to the car accident).

And my dad replied. "Oh hell I don't know." And he was gone again.

When between the ages 9-12 though we lived in a badly haunted house. And again when I was 16-17. It was no longer a matter of seeing but having poltergiest activity, and things touching you, radios, lights, electronics coming on and off. And with no one to tell me what it was all about....it wasn't a good time in my life..lol. What bothered me the most was a red light that used to emanate from the bathroom and then begin to drift all over the house. I hated that. Now as an adult I know what all that crap was about but as a young person...I was blamed for most of it but it really had nothing to do with me. None of it was negative or harmful just intrusive. Just was what it was.

The sightings, bangings, things falling over, footsteps, knockings and walking up to having the cupboard doors open every morning ...I tune it out now. It depends on what sort of visit it is.

[Corncrake]

Thank you so much everyone for sharing your ghost stories here - really interesting. I have always loved reading M R James and Sheridan Le Fanu stories but have never experienced anything remotely supernatural myself although I have stayed in supposedly haunted houses, etc. I have two stories to relate (very mild compared to those already posted) that may be of interest. My mother was always fascinated by the supernatural and ufology but except on this occasion had never witnessed anything out of the ordinary. One day she was visiting the little Norman church of St James in Halse, Somerset with my aunt (a dyed in the wool skeptic) to examine the carved bench ends. She looked up to see our dog (a golden retriever) staring at the alter on four stiff legs and her fur standing up all along her back with a low growl coming from her. There was nothing to be seen but both my aunt and mother were scared and grabbed the dog and got out of the church as fast as they could.

The other incident involved my sister who at the time was living in a Georgian house in Royal Avenue in Chelsea. She had gone to bed early one night and for no reason suddenly woke up - standing next to her bed was a man in breeches and clothes of the Regency period. She closed her eyes and opened them again and he was still standing there. They stared at one another for a few moments and he simply vanished. I have no idea if this was a ghost or one of those slips of time David Wicock talks about. She is utterly convinced the apparition by her bed was real.

[Carmody]

Or when you see the same person walking up and down the side of the given road, looking irritated. For two days straight, in all kinds of weather and obviously undressed for it and seemingly unbothered by it (the weather). Makes me want to stop when I'm driving by...and roll down the window, and ask, "Dood! Are you dead?"

But I leave them alone.....

Kinda brings the film 'The Sixth Sense' into focus.

[DNA]

I had what could be called a haunting or maybe it was something more.

In the 1990's two things happened around the same time. I had a group of friends over to my house for a "psychic reading". We did this more for entertainment and not because we believed the psychic was going to reveal our futures to us. We all had individual sessions with him and after socializing with everyone, my guests left and went home. About a week later I had lunch with my cousin and some other people in a diner. There was a girl sitting at the table with us that I recognized from somewhere. She saw me looking at her and she said "Are you wondering if you know me?" I told her yes and she then explained she had just been on a popular television show where she was a guest. The night she was on the show, the topic was alien abductees. I had watched that show and then recognized her immediately because she had the most unbelieveable light blue eyes that caught your attention. We all finished our lunch and on the way out, she turned to me and said "You don't know it, but you are a star child." I had no idea what she was talking about and didn't think about it again.

A few days after the psychic party and meeting this woman, when I would go to sleep at night I felt someone touching my cheek. I would turn the lights on and, of course, no one would be there. I also developed a sense of sheer dread. I find it hard to define it in a narrative here, other than to say I felt like there was evil around me in the house. It was so overwhelming that I had the same dread during the day when I left my house. The television in my bedroom would turn on in the middle of the night and I started sleeping with all the lights on in my house. I had an intuitive feeling that if I didn't keep the lights on, I would be abducted. I don't think I can ever fully explain in words, the fear and evil that I felt. This went on for about two weeks when one evening my phone rang and it was the girl from the diner. She had called my cousin to get my phone number. She wanted to know if I was alright because she was "afraid for me."

It was at this point that I called a friend of mine who is an extremely religious and aware person and asked him to come to my house. He and his wife came in and he told me that there was evil in the house that made his hair stand up on the back of his neck. They spent an hour praying and asking for protection (they are Born Again Christians) and eventually left. Whatever was in the house was gone. The dread was gone and I felt normal again. There was a noticable difference in the house like a cloud of evil had just been removed. I always believed that it was not a "ghost" per se, but a demonic presence that I encountered. I am not an overly religious person, but I will always believe that there are utterly evil forces around us because of my personal experience.

I absolutely know that sense of dread you speak about.
I didn't really know how to communicate it very well in the story I told either.
I will say this about the sense of dread, I honestly think it is the number 1 symptom of a non-freindly haunting.
We humans can detect ghosts on some subtle level, as such, we are aware when they make their displeasure with our presence known.
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The sense of dread in the haunting I told earlier would be so strong, and I always felt like I had to act like I wasn't scared.
Like, if I showed fear, whatever was causing the fear, would know it was winning or something.
This would lead to me reading in my room and acting like I wasn't scared, when in fact, I would have stopped reading and was really just sitting there terrified for like ten minutes, and suddenly,,,I would get up and bolt out of my room, down the stairs, across the dining room, across the living room, across the patio and all the way out of the house and I wouldn't stop until I was in the yard. It was times like this,,,,the dread would be so strong I would literally run out of the house.
This is why I posted that picture of a ghost strangling someone sitting there on a lazy boy.
This is how my minds eye always saw the ghost presence when I was feeling that sense of dread come over me.

[Second Son]

My family moved into an old Victorian house when I was a kid of 9 or 10. The house was previously owned by an older couple in their 80's, and was sold to my mother when the elderly woman died (I later found out she died in the house). Anyway... the old fellow moved down the road about 2 miles, into a trailer near a little river. The house was DEFINATELY haunted for a few years. You couldn't walk up the attic stairs without the hair standing up on the back of your neck... it was just a feeling hard to put a finger on, but it was there. We had a small dog at the time which would not go up into the attic, even when bribed with food. Sometimes he would go to the foot of the stairs and growl, then yelp (as if he had been kicked) then run down to the first floor, and "ask" to go out.

One night in particular she (the ghost) was very active, and when my parents returned home from an auction they were at, there we were, the three of us (my 2 brothers and I) sitting on the front porch after midnight, too scared to go back inside.

My dad was a very down-to-earth guy, neither new-agey, or superstitious: he waited until we had moved to drop a bombshell; every evening he heard noises in the attic above his bedroom. There was a window there facing south (the exact direction the ghost's husband had moved) Seems she sat there in a rocking chair all night rocking back and forth looking longingly for her husband. Two interesting notes: there was no rocker up there... she brought her own, AND when we read her husband's obit in the paper a few years after we moved in, all of the strange events ceased. I believe they were together at last. I'll wager that with all the memories in the old house, and with the knowledge that her spouse was still closeby, she decided to stay so they could make the trip together.

[Some Bloke]

As a one finger typist it would be unwise of me to start down the road of personal stories..
So I'll content myself with a DIY guide to ghost busting the easy way.
Buy some sulphur, at a chemist or garden center, open ALL the windows in your house, then set fire to a small amount on a piece of metal (a metal hand shovel is ideal as it spits a bit) go around each room clockwise 3 times, if you want to say a prayer or such like all the better.
Sulphur is a pychic bleach, it wipes everything, the good and the bad. Don't sulphur and incence on the same day.

[Morgaine]

Ok, here's one of mine. (I have a few too!) When I was about 6 months pregnant, my partner and I traveled down country to a small town where he would work as a ER locum for about a week in the hospital. Their were some small units that were on the hospital grounds that were for staff to stay in. The hospital itself, was very old and the architecture of the buildings was bleak and imposing to the say the least. The hospital was set off the road of the small town, and it was kind of inside a clearing in the midst of some dense bushland. So that the grounds of the place were grassy and open, and walled in by the surrounding forest.
As soon as we arrived I began to feel uneasy, I put it down to the fact that it was a hospital, I mean they can be pretty weird feeling. There was something else about it that I couldn't put my finger on immediately, but it was a very overpowering feeling. As we got out of the car I looked around the (actually rather pretty) grounds and trees, then I noticed that the whole place was utterly silent. Not a single bird was singing, in fact, there were no birds to be seen anywhere. Also there was no sound of people, or children etc. It was really strange, and unnerving.
We went inside the flat and I immediately felt a presence in there. It was so bad and unwelcoming that I almost instantly wanted to turn around and leave instantly. My partner, the ever practical doctor however noticed nothing, and would have only laughed if I had shared my intuition with him. During the times that he went to work, I felt so uncomfortable I drove the car into town just to get the hell out of the place. The moment I left the driveway, there would be the birds, singing away like usual. Then the moment I returned, the terrible silence again...no life, no sound?
It was as if something was there all the time, imposing it's energy onto me, to get out. Get out now. At night it was so bad, and so terrifying I dragged the spare bed into the lounge and slept with the lights on. I was still terrified, and the presence never went away.
On the third day the hot water cylinder stopped working, and the caretaker had to call in a plumber. He arrived when my partner had already left for work. This town we were staying in is situated in a part of our country that has a difficult history between the indigenous people of NZ (the Maori) and the English. It is steeped in stories that involved land wars, battle for Maori sovereignty and the English slaughter and warmongering involving the Maori.
As the workman began to work on the hot water cylinder, I started chatting to him. Actually quite relieved not to be in that house on my own for once. He was talking to me about the history of the hospital too. "Yeah, well they reckon they're going to tear it down, or at least they want to. Because the Maori want the land back, they say that the hospital was built on a Maori burial ground, or sacred land or something, but I dunno the truth."
The moment he said that I knew why I had felt this way. I myself am a European (pakeha) New Zealander, but in Maori culture, sacred land (TAPU land) is NOT a place for just anyone to go. Pregnancy itself is viewed as a sacred thing, and as a result women are encouraged to refrain from visiting TAPU land whilst expecting. The minute my partner got back I told him the story, and to my great surprise he said "I think we should get a motel." to which I replied "The bags are packed already!!!"
That heavy, dark feeling lifted away the moment we left that place. It is very hard to research the exact details of the history of that building, but I believe that there was something there that was very unhappy about the way the land was being occupied, and it was making it's presence felt.

EDIT: While I was writing this, I swear I felt something/someone walked into the room next door. When I went in there the energy was still there. It has gone now.

[Carmody]

I could tell you about the time I visited a boarded up insane asylum that was built on an Indian burial ground, on the top of a hill, on a ley line.... for doing scouting and set up for a 'vampire' film shoot. I was brave enough to go into the attic. Something lived there, apparently. They don't bother me, they have to be pretty tough to wrastle with me.

The stench of the insanity and the spirits and the DRUGS..was just pouring out of the walls. Add in bunch of very PO'd native spirits and you've got quite the mix-up of energies.

No place for the timid. And we're there..... on a vampire film shoot!

[PixieDust]

my main ghost stories all happened at my moms house. She moved out to an old farm house when i was in high school and things started happening from the beginning. She would be laying in bed and her dog would be laying in her door way over looking the stair case and would stand up and wag her tail tilting her head back and forth like when someone is talking to her. She was looking straight ahead, not down the stairs or up at something but straight ahead as if whoever she saw was floating in the middle of the stair case. Other little things happened, noises, cold spots, text book ghost noises.
More things started happening when i started living there more often. The haunting doesnt stick just to the house but the entire property. I would be riding four wheelers out int he fields with my friends and we'd get busted with fridged cold spots in the middle of a 100 degree day. refreshing yet creepy to a 14 year old...
Another thing my friends an I were coming back from a pond and we were coming through the field that had a lone tree and i saw and heard a dog barking and running towards us, I warned my friend that our dog was coming, because i thought it was our dog just doing her duty and i didnt want her to scare my friends. I lost sight of the dog when walking around the tree and no dog ever came. Our dog was passed out cold on the porch when we got back. One of my friends said she saw the dog too.
My sister saw misty lights when hanging out with her friends in the fields. I'm not sure if she saw one or if it was just a feeling but she said it was civil war soldiers.

the biggest part of the house was a lady we named Charlotte.

She was always friendly and motherly. the biggest interaction i had with her was one night there was a bad storm and i let my huge imagination get away from me and invisioned that there was a dead body on the roof and blood i could hear the dripping of the blood in the gutter. I know, im crazy. I totally freaked myself out and plugged my ears and tried to distract myself and go to sleep and then i felt a hand brush my hair back from my face like a mother would try and calm her child. Needless to say my "oh sh*t meter" overflowed and i leaped 3 feet off the bed (i still cant sleep with an arm or leg hanging off my bed and i dont like stepping close to my bed with the lights off hehe) and went and crawled in my moms bed.

my sister has a chocolate lab who Charlotte likes a lot. He has a sweatshirt he likes to wear in the winter and we found out he likes to wear it, and other human clothing items, because charlotte thinks its funny. Bo (the dog) is often seen staring at a corner of the ceiling waging his tail with his big goofy grin.

We found out just a few years ago from a psychic friend that she was a young woman of civil war era and her children had fallen in the well on the property and died and she always blamed herself.
we never really tried to banish Charlotte, she was just there. She didnt really ever bother us or scare us besides when i was already freaked out and she touched me.

We have seen other glimmers and glipses. Once walking through the kitchen pass the living room i saw a man in a flannel shirt standing at the bottom of the stairs out of the corner of my eye and when i turned around and looked no one was there. My sister said she saw something similar in the dining room. We believe he was the 2nd previous owner who had actually died in the house. But thats all we ever saw or heard from him.

the main thing i learned about living in that house was not to fear the unknown. :)

[DNA]

My family moved into an old Victorian house when I was a kid of 9 or 10. The house was previously owned by an older couple in their 80's, and was sold to my mother when the elderly woman died (I later found out she died in the house). Anyway... the old fellow moved down the road about 2 miles, into a trailer near a little river. The house was DEFINATELY haunted for a few years. You couldn't walk up the attic stairs without the hair standing up on the back of your neck... it was just a feeling hard to put a finger on, but it was there. We had a small dog at the time which would not go up into the attic, even when bribed with food. Sometimes he would go to the foot of the stairs and growl, then yelp (as if he had been kicked) then run down to the first floor, and "ask" to go out.

One night in particular she (the ghost) was very active, and when my parents returned home from an auction they were at, there we were, the three of us (my 2 brothers and I) sitting on the front porch after midnight, too scared to go back inside.

My dad was a very down-to-earth guy, neither new-agey, or superstitious: he waited until we had moved to drop a bombshell; every evening he heard noises in the attic above his bedroom. There was a window there facing south (the exact direction the ghost's husband had moved) Seems she sat there in a rocking chair all night rocking back and forth looking longingly for her husband. Two interesting notes: there was no rocker up there... she brought her own, AND when we read her husband's obit in the paper a few years after we moved in, all of the strange events ceased. I believe they were together at last. I'll wager that with all the memories in the old house, and with the knowledge that her spouse was still closeby, she decided to stay so they could make the trip together.

Holy Crap!!! I think that is exactly how it goes.
It is my experience tha the strongest ghost manifestations are from NEW ghosts,,,not so much old ghosts. But that has just been my experience,,,,,it's not like I've ever lived on a native american Indian cemetary or anything.

Your story was wonderfull,,,,,I got goose bumps when you told me the part about your dad recanting the ghost in the window looking longingly for her husband.
And then I got a tear to my eye and was so happy when you told me how the ghost seemed to depart when you all saw the obituary of her husband.
.
A wonderfull story.
Thank you ever so much for sharing it with us.





As a one finger typist it would be unwise of me to start down the road of personal stories..
So I'll content myself with a DIY guide to ghost busting the easy way.
Buy some sulphur, at a chemist or garden center, open ALL the windows in your house, then set fire to a small amount on a piece of metal (a metal hand shovel is ideal as it spits a bit) go around each room clockwise 3 times, if you want to say a prayer or such like all the better.
Sulphur is a pychic bleach, it wipes everything, the good and the bad. Don't sulphur and incence on the same day.

Thanks for the advice.
I like sage,ceder and sweet grass for the walls.
I've never tried sulpher though.





Ok, here's one of mine. (I have a few too!) When I was about 6 months pregnant, my partner and I traveled down country to a small town where he would work as a ER locum for about a week in the hospital. Their were some small units that were on the hospital grounds that were for staff to stay in. The hospital itself, was very old and the architecture of the buildings was bleak and imposing to the say the least. The hospital was set off the road of the small town, and it was kind of inside a clearing in the midst of some dense bushland. So that the grounds of the place were grassy and open, and walled in by the surrounding forest.
As soon as we arrived I began to feel uneasy, I put it down to the fact that it was a hospital, I mean they can be pretty weird feeling. There was something else about it that I couldn't put my finger on immediately, but it was a very overpowering feeling. As we got out of the car I looked around the (actually rather pretty) grounds and trees, then I noticed that the whole place was utterly silent. Not a single bird was singing, in fact, there were no birds to be seen anywhere. Also there was no sound of people, or children etc. It was really strange, and unnerving.
We went inside the flat and I immediately felt a presence in there. It was so bad and unwelcoming that I almost instantly wanted to turn around and leave instantly. My partner, the ever practical doctor however noticed nothing, and would have only laughed if I had shared my intuition with him. During the times that he went to work, I felt so uncomfortable I drove the car into town just to get the hell out of the place. The moment I left the driveway, there would be the birds, singing away like usual. Then the moment I returned, the terrible silence again...no life, no sound?
It was as if something was there all the time, imposing it's energy onto me, to get out. Get out now. At night it was so bad, and so terrifying I dragged the spare bed into the lounge and slept with the lights on. I was still terrified, and the presence never went away.
On the third day the hot water cylinder stopped working, and the caretaker had to call in a plumber. He arrived when my partner had already left for work. This town we were staying in is situated in a part of our country that has a difficult history between the indigenous people of NZ (the Maori) and the English. It is steeped in stories that involved land wars, battle for Maori sovereignty and the English slaughter and warmongering involving the Maori.
As the workman began to work on the hot water cylinder, I started chatting to him. Actually quite relieved not to be in that house on my own for once. He was talking to me about the history of the hospital too. "Yeah, well they reckon they're going to tear it down, or at least they want to. Because the Maori want the land back, they say that the hospital was built on a Maori burial ground, or sacred land or something, but I dunno the truth."
The moment he said that I knew why I had felt this way. I myself am a European (pakeha) New Zealander, but in Maori culture, sacred land (TAPU land) is NOT a place for just anyone to go. Pregnancy itself is viewed as a sacred thing, and as a result women are encouraged to refrain from visiting TAPU land whilst expecting. The minute my partner got back I told him the story, and to my great surprise he said "I think we should get a motel." to which I replied "The bags are packed already!!!"
That heavy, dark feeling lifted away the moment we left that place. It is very hard to research the exact details of the history of that building, but I believe that there was something there that was very unhappy about the way the land was being occupied, and it was making it's presence felt.

EDIT: While I was writing this, I swear I felt something/someone walked into the room next door. When I went in there the energy was still there. It has gone now.


Hi Morgaine

Wonderfull story. It brings up a lot of questions. So many questions.
I don't doubt for a minute what your saying has validity.
I read the biography of Edgar Cayce by Sydney Kirkpatrick recently.
In the book,,,,some one had asked Cayce about the lost dutchman gold mine here in Arizona USA,,,in the superstition mountains.
Cayce replied that the reason people were having such a difficult time in finding it,,,was because it was located on an old Indian Burial Ground,,,,,,and that,,,those spirits were very active in discouraging folks,,,,because they didn't want their burial ground being molested.

I don't doubt for a second that what you were experiencing,,,,,,was a result of some of the same like minded forces,,,,none to happy about their land,,and sacred land being messed with.






I could tell you about the time I visited a boarded up insane asylum that was built on an Indian burial ground, on the top of a hill, on a ley line.... for doing scouting and set up for a 'vampire' film shoot. I was brave enough to go into the attic. Something lived there, apparently. They don't bother me, they have to be pretty tough to wrastle with me.

The stench of the insanity and the spirits and the DRUGS..was just pouring out of the walls. Add in bunch of very PO'd native spirits and you've got quite the mix-up of energies.

No place for the timid. And we're there..... on a vampire film shoot!

Scary I'm sure. But,,,,it's one thing to visit a haunted place. Quite another to live in one.
Not to belittle your experience,,,but,,,,I'm sure you were happy to be able to leave and go home after your shoot when it was all said and done.


my main ghost stories all happened at my moms house. She moved out to an old farm house when i was in high school and things started happening from the beginning. She would be laying in bed and her dog would be laying in her door way over looking the stair case and would stand up and wag her tail tilting her head back and forth like when someone is talking to her. She was looking straight ahead, not down the stairs or up at something but straight ahead as if whoever she saw was floating in the middle of the stair case. Other little things happened, noises, cold spots, text book ghost noises.
More things started happening when i started living there more often. The haunting doesnt stick just to the house but the entire property. I would be riding four wheelers out int he fields with my friends and we'd get busted with fridged cold spots in the middle of a 100 degree day. refreshing yet creepy to a 14 year old...
Another thing my friends an I were coming back from a pond and we were coming through the field that had a lone tree and i saw and heard a dog barking and running towards us, I warned my friend that our dog was coming, because i thought it was our dog just doing her duty and i didnt want her to scare my friends. I lost sight of the dog when walking around the tree and no dog ever came. Our dog was passed out cold on the porch when we got back. One of my friends said she saw the dog too.
My sister saw misty lights when hanging out with her friends in the fields. I'm not sure if she saw one or if it was just a feeling but she said it was civil war soldiers.

the biggest part of the house was a lady we named Charlotte.

She was always friendly and motherly. the biggest interaction i had with her was one night there was a bad storm and i let my huge imagination get away from me and invisioned that there was a dead body on the roof and blood i could hear the dripping of the blood in the gutter. I know, im crazy. I totally freaked myself out and plugged my ears and tried to distract myself and go to sleep and then i felt a hand brush my hair back from my face like a mother would try and calm her child. Needless to say my "oh sh*t meter" overflowed and i leaped 3 feet off the bed (i still cant sleep with an arm or leg hanging off my bed and i dont like stepping close to my bed with the lights off hehe) and went and crawled in my moms bed.

my sister has a chocolate lab who Charlotte likes a lot. He has a sweatshirt he likes to wear in the winter and we found out he likes to wear it, and other human clothing items, because charlotte thinks its funny. Bo (the dog) is often seen staring at a corner of the ceiling waging his tail with his big goofy grin.

We found out just a few years ago from a psychic friend that she was a young woman of civil war era and her children had fallen in the well on the property and died and she always blamed herself.
we never really tried to banish Charlotte, she was just there. She didnt really ever bother us or scare us besides when i was already freaked out and she touched me.

We have seen other glimmers and glipses. Once walking through the kitchen pass the living room i saw a man in a flannel shirt standing at the bottom of the stairs out of the corner of my eye and when i turned around and looked no one was there. My sister said she saw something similar in the dining room. We believe he was the 2nd previous owner who had actually died in the house. But thats all we ever saw or heard from him.

the main thing i learned about living in that house was not to fear the unknown. :)

Wow,,,,,an old haunting. Wonderfull story,,,,I feel like I"ve been to your place. It sounds gorgeous.
I don't doubt for a second that animals can sense the dead better than we can.
I have mentioned in some of my other threads,,,that through meditation and diligence,,,I've aquired the nesasary sight to see into the etheric,,,,and I've noted that dogs and cats both have no problem seeing ghosts hanging about.
I like how you mentioned that sometimes you notice things out on the property.
Have you ever read "hunt for the skinwalker" by George Knapp?
He mentions better than anyone in my opinion, in this book particularly,,,that some physical locations,,,,,,are portal zones for a myriad of mysterious occurances.
Have you had any other strange occurances on your property besides ghosts?
Ufo's?
Cryptozologicals like bigfoot and stuff?
Just thought I would ask.
Take Care and thank you for the wonderfull story.

[MariaDine]

Great stories , everyone of them ! I think you all should join and publish a book !

My story is not ,really a story. Since i was I child I could feel energy, so I got the Alert Bell in my heart , that would start beating very fast when I encontered weird energy in the street, in churches, in houses, in the subway, in the plain etc, Sometimes, the feeling is of great heaviness, like if the air has weight...my legs also feel like they weight a ton each....which is really awfull.

During my professional ballet dancing days, the most fun I had was with the energies (ghosts) that I came across in old theaters , of several countries, during our ballet company tours.

They would appear suddenly on stage ,while I was performing and many times I couldn't avoid bumping into them. LOL ! ... and sometimes , just out of fun, they would trip me ...LOL which on stage is not a very nice thing to do..., but i didn't mind, so they give up. Usualy, they would just walk the theaters corridors and backstage curiously looking at us, dancers.

On the churches the feeling is sometimes heavyness, but I came to understant the diference between the energy of the building and the energy of the ghost , that I only sense when he/she doesn't appear. But if my heart wildly starts beating is a warning, I have to get out of there real quick.

I know that some of You may not agree with me ,but in my case..«She who feels and runs away, can solve the problem (if there is one) another day». :)


Namasté

[pyrangello]

I have spirits around me all the time, some more than others but there around and yes i pay attention too. Some recently were I have been looking for my big toothpaste tube for a few days and then one day it hit the floor in the bathroom and I have no idea where it came from, then 3 years ago I was sitting back in my laz-y-boy chair and my frined was sitting in another chair and we were talking and all of a sudden the chair rotated back and landed on the floor with me in it . Just as graceful as could be and I was now looking at the ceiling . My friend to say the least had eyes in amazment and so did I. All is good though, embrace the spirits, the good ones and smudge the bad ones out. It will work.

[PixieDust]

my main ghost stories all happened at my moms house. She moved out to an old farm house when i was in high school and things started happening from the beginning. She would be laying in bed and her dog would be laying in her door way over looking the stair case and would stand up and wag her tail tilting her head back and forth like when someone is talking to her. She was looking straight ahead, not down the stairs or up at something but straight ahead as if whoever she saw was floating in the middle of the stair case. Other little things happened, noises, cold spots, text book ghost noises.
More things started happening when i started living there more often. The haunting doesnt stick just to the house but the entire property. I would be riding four wheelers out int he fields with my friends and we'd get busted with fridged cold spots in the middle of a 100 degree day. refreshing yet creepy to a 14 year old...
Another thing my friends an I were coming back from a pond and we were coming through the field that had a lone tree and i saw and heard a dog barking and running towards us, I warned my friend that our dog was coming, because i thought it was our dog just doing her duty and i didnt want her to scare my friends. I lost sight of the dog when walking around the tree and no dog ever came. Our dog was passed out cold on the porch when we got back. One of my friends said she saw the dog too.
My sister saw misty lights when hanging out with her friends in the fields. I'm not sure if she saw one or if it was just a feeling but she said it was civil war soldiers.

the biggest part of the house was a lady we named Charlotte.

She was always friendly and motherly. the biggest interaction i had with her was one night there was a bad storm and i let my huge imagination get away from me and invisioned that there was a dead body on the roof and blood i could hear the dripping of the blood in the gutter. I know, im crazy. I totally freaked myself out and plugged my ears and tried to distract myself and go to sleep and then i felt a hand brush my hair back from my face like a mother would try and calm her child. Needless to say my "oh sh*t meter" overflowed and i leaped 3 feet off the bed (i still cant sleep with an arm or leg hanging off my bed and i dont like stepping close to my bed with the lights off hehe) and went and crawled in my moms bed.

my sister has a chocolate lab who Charlotte likes a lot. He has a sweatshirt he likes to wear in the winter and we found out he likes to wear it, and other human clothing items, because charlotte thinks its funny. Bo (the dog) is often seen staring at a corner of the ceiling waging his tail with his big goofy grin.


We found out just a few years ago from a psychic friend that she was a young woman of civil war era and her children had fallen in the well on the property and died and she always blamed herself.
we never really tried to banish Charlotte, she was just there. She didnt really ever bother us or scare us besides when i was already freaked out and she touched me.

We have seen other glimmers and glipses. Once walking through the kitchen pass the living room i saw a man in a flannel shirt standing at the bottom of the stairs out of the corner of my eye and when i turned around and looked no one was there. My sister said she saw something similar in the dining room. We believe he was the 2nd previous owner who had actually died in the house. But thats all we ever saw or heard from him.

the main thing i learned about living in that house was not to fear the unknown. :)

Wow,,,,,an old haunting. Wonderfull story,,,,I feel like I"ve been to your place. It sounds gorgeous.
I don't doubt for a second that animals can sense the dead better than we can.
I have mentioned in some of my other threads,,,that through meditation and diligence,,,I've aquired the nesasary sight to see into the etheric,,,,and I've noted that dogs and cats both have no problem seeing ghosts hanging about.
I like how you mentioned that sometimes you notice things out on the property.
Have you ever read "hunt for the skinwalker" by George Knapp?
He mentions better than anyone in my opinion, in this book particularly,,,that some physical locations,,,,,,are portal zones for a myriad of mysterious occurances.
Have you had any other strange occurances on your property besides ghosts?
Ufo's?
Cryptozologicals like bigfoot and stuff?
Just thought I would ask.
Take Care and thank you for the wonderfull story.

we came to the conclusion that there was a battle there, and the soldiers spirits remained. the house is close to a hundred and forty years old, its been remodeled but most of the original walls are still there. As for the dog, i think it was burried under the tree. I always had a strong pull to the tree. It could be one of those places that is a portal, i've never read that book but i will look into it. I think more its just a spiritual place that has a deep history. There has been some strange lights that could be UFOs but i dont want to claim UFOs because im not certain. No bigfoots haha. But there is a lot of the spiritual/energy creatures... fairies house elves stuff like that. the fairies are just streaks of light, energy beings. I did see one creature, i wrote about in a different post, that i could only describe as a house elf when i was in a inbetween state. the property is just very alive. there was an old tree that had been torn out and put in an old ditch and the roots made the face of an old man screaming in agony, i always felt really sorry for it. i agree that animals can see what we cant most of the time. Babies too, when we visit ive seen my girls stare at the same place Bo would look and smile and laugh. I figured it was probably just Charlotte playing with them.
peace to you and thanks for the thread :)