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(NAME) Mary

(EMAIL) anonymous

(Location) undisclosed

(STORYNAME) Emily

(Story) My Cat

My cat Emily sees something in my house. I swear. She is always following something around with her eyes, and even jumps up on the entertainment center, only on one particular shelf which holds the stereo. And she only does this in our master bedroom. No other part of the house, but when she's in my room, she plays with something only she knows is there. One particular instance I experienced myself, was one morning my husband was out of town, and it was a Saturday, and since I didn't have to go to work, I allowed my three children to climb in bed with me. My youngest is only a year old, so he still uses a pacifier. Well, Saturday, he gets up early and I was looking for his pacifier. And I swear, I lifted my kids heads up and lifted the pillows up, I shook the blankets to see if it was tangled up in them, I rubbed my entire arm over the sheets, and that pacifier was nowhere to be found. I looked under the bed, nothing. So I take him into the kitchen to get him a bottle and something to eat, and I let my other two children sleep on in my bed. Well, about an hour later I go into the room, and there is the pacifier laying right in plain sight on the bed. Right in the middle of the bed. I'm telling you, that pacifier was not in that bed, but when I went back in the room, it was there. A couple of other times, I have come ! home to find something moved, like a plant, or my makeup chair. My husband came into the kitchen one day, and looked startled to see me, and I said "What?" He told me that he thought I was in our bathroom because he saw a figure/shadow go across the hall and enter our bathroom. These things only happen in our master bedroom/bathroom, no other part of the house. I am wondering, since the subdivision we built our house in used to be a ranch many years ago, and they split the acreage up into lots and made a subdivision out of it, if maybe someone got killed there or a

NAME) Beau

(EMAIL) jklm@ttlc.net

(Location) Maine

(STORYNAME) A Dark Visitor

I started "playing" with the ouija board when I was about 10 years old. Weird unexplanable things usually happened. From the radio changing the station it was on, to things falling off walls and hitting me. Nothing scarey happened until I was 17. One Evening some of my friends took out a board but, none dared to "play." Well being the brave little soldier I was I sat down with a male friend and asked my first question. "I would like to speek with my Grandfather." It moved to "Hello" I asked "If you are my grandfather, What is my Mothers birthday?' It responded with the wrong answer. In my frustration I threw my hands up called it a liar and walked away not looking back. I skipped a pretty important step, saying "Goodbye" OOPS! That night I was in bed, I was rooming with 2 other people in the same room ( completely inocent) there was a knock at the door. One of the guys ex-girlfriends was MAD. He stood in the bedroom door looking down the stairs and the phone started ringing. I was looking at him standing in the doorway thinking "Is going to answer the phone or what?" I heard him talking downstairs BUT I was still looking at him ( or so I thought ). I rubbed my eyes and blinked but It just stood there. It was very tall and pitch black. You couldn't see thruogh it. It was definatly a man. Braod shoulders and slender.It stood perfectly still like it was watching me.Or watching the door. It was seen by two other guys one of them used the board with me. It was always in the same place. A couple of mornings later I began having nightmares about supernatural evil spirits. The last morning that I stayed there I had the strangest dream. I was on the coach ( Where I was actually sleeping ) There was a black band across my eyes and I was paralized by this. I gained control only to awake again in my dream to the T.V. turning on and off. The strangest part of my dream was that I think my eyes were really open. Everything was just like I was awake except for the awaking to a new situation. Well I finally shut off the T.V. and the radio started to blast on turn down. I picked up the remote control went across the room and sat in the recliner. I got so scared that I decided to run out of the house. I was stopped in my tracks and woke up for real this time. I had plaster all over the bottom of my feet wich convinced me that I had gotten up to sit in the recliner and walked back to the coach to lay back down. Two other people in thehouse saw the Dark Visitor. But none had the same experience that I had. There is more to tell about this story but I don't want to take up too much space. Needless to say I haven't touched a ouija board since, It's now 6 years later.

(NAME) Trisha

(EMAIL) anjalie1@yahoo.com

(Location) Delaware , Millsboro

(STORYNAME) Ghost in the bathroom

Last year, July 16, 1998 I was in the Bronx, staying with my aunt for the summer. And there house was built over a graveyard. It was night time and I was going to the bathroom to wash my face to get ready to go to bed. As I looked in the mirror to I saw someone standing behind me. It was a boy he looked like he was 16 or so. I rubbed my eyes to see if I was actually looking at a ghost. And it was still there. I turned side ways to see if I could see the ghost with my own eyes or only with the mirror. I looked to see with my own eyes but i could not see it. When i looked in the mirror it was there. I screamed and went to open the door, because i remember I did'nt lock it but it was locked the lights came off and I called for my Uncle he came running up the steps the lights came back on and the boy looked at me, smiled put his hand to his shoulder like a peace sign and dissapeard. The door unlocked and I ran out I told my Aunt what happed. She told me it was not real but i new she did'nt want me to be scared. All night in the room I saw someone walking back and fourth in front of the bed. I think the boy was in a gang because when he was about to dissapear i saw a gun shot in his neck. I guess he was trying to protect me.

(NAME) brandi

(EMAIL) luvbug8950

(Location) oklahoma

(STORYNAME) not ghost.........ANGELS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER WHEN IT STARTED HAPERING. MY COUSINS MATTHEW AND MICHAEL ARE ABOUT 4 YEARS YOUNGER THAN I AM. THEY ARE ALSO TWINS. ALOT HAPPENED TO THEM I SUPOSE I SHOULD START AT THE BEGAINING MY AUNT TAMMY THEIR MOTHER HAD GOTTEN THEM BABY MONOTERS WHEN THEY COULD NOT EVEN TALK VERY WELL. THERE TALKING WAS LIKE GUOUFNIGHTY BUT EVERY OUNCE IN A WHILE SHE WOULD HERE THEM GO GOOD NIGHT SPEEKING PERFECTLY. I REMBER THEY HAD THESE HUGE BAR STOOLS ONCE WHEN MATTHEW STILL HAD HIS SOFT SPOT. HE HIT HIS HEAD ON THEM I SAW A RED SPOT AND HEARD A LOUD BANG I SAW A RED SPOT AND HE SUDDENLY STOPPED CRYING HIS MOTHER CAME OVER AND THE RED SPOT WAS GONE. I STILL DIDN'T THINK ANY THING OF THE HAPPERINGS UNTI'LL ONE NIGHT I SAW IT IT WAS THE BRIGHTEST THING I EVER SAW IT WAS ONLY ABOUT ONE FOOT TALL AT FIRST I THOUGHT IT WAS A GHOST SO I RAN OUT OF THE ROOM SCARED TO DEATH ABOUT A MINNUET LATTER MY COUSIN WANTED TO SEE IT SO I WENT TO SHOW HIM IT WAS GONE. ABOUT THREE (3) years later my cousin was born. was it her gardian angel looking for a good home for her. or was it my cousins gardian. was it mine if you had a simular experince please e-mail me@ luvbug8950 i'm only 13 so i don't know much I NEED ANSWERS. please help.

NAME) Adel

(EMAIL) anonymous

(Location) disclosed

(STORYNAME) Hospital Deaths Unlimited

My grandmother was sick in the hospital a few years ago and we visited her a lot. One time my mother told me to get out of the room because she wanted to speak to grandma alone. I walked out into the hall and decided to explore. I heard this screaming and I convinced myself that it was from a child getting a shot. There was the slightest doubt in my mind that it wasn't. Soon I had started walking towards the bloodcurdling screams. All of a sudden I heard a door open and footsteps. "Adel, Where are you?" my mom cried. "I'm coming!" I replied. My search was over for the night. The next day we went back to the hospital at the same time. Again I heard the screams and started to find their origin. I walked down the coiled hallway until I came to a door that was boarded up. It hadn't been used in over twenty years. I heard my mom calling me again so I went back. My mom said that we were going to be here for a little while and asked if Iwanted to talk to Grandma's roommate, a girl about my age who was sick with a case of pnemonia. Her name was Kateand we talked for a while. Soon I asked hewr if she knew anything about the screams. "I hear them every night," she said, "once I heard the nurses talking and they said that once this lady was muredered in her hospitral bed. They just found her lying there all sprawled out out the top of the curtains. Everyu time they put a peersonb in thatt room after that, they would die the next day of fright from seeing the ghost of that lady. Sometimes they would see her sprawle! dout hanging from the curtains." Kate stopped and shuddered, 'but I've always wanted to see a ghost." Thus she confirmed that i was to go to the forbidden wing and try to find that lady's ghost. The next night i snuck into the wing. it wasn't long before I saw a whimsy figure gliding towards me. I stifled a scream and ran out. Soon I found Kate. She was so dissapointed that she wasn't there to see it. My grandma got well soon after that so I never got a chance to see the lady or Kate again. But I heard that Kate suddenly got worse and died. Maybe she somehow got into the wing and saw the lady, but I'll never know.

(NAME) anonymous

(EMAIL) anonymous

(Location) anonymous

(STORYNAME) Little Lizzy's Birthday

(Story) I'm keeping my name and the town anonymous because I don't want to scare the people that currently live at the house! It was almost sixty years ago that my wife and I were looking for a house. We found a house in a small town in Northwest Ohio. It was perfect, a block away from the school at 1111 Locust St. After moving in, we were told a story about the house from our neighbors. Apparently the previous owners forgot to mention it.(ha, ha). Although, after we decided to move out, I forgot to tell the new owners. Anyway , the neighbor told us that several years earlier a family of three lived at the house. A husband and wife and their three year old daughter Elizabeth.(Lizzy). Right after being born, Lizzy became very ill. The Doctor didn't know what was wrong with her and told her Mother that she wouldn't live very long. Lizzy was her Mothers pride and joy and her Mother vowed that she would never let anything happen to her baby. But as hard as she t! ried, her Mother couldn't do anything to Help Lizzy get better. Then, on her third birthday, Lizzy became very sick. Her Mother held her in her arms all day, knowing that Lizzy wouldn't make it through the day. At about 3 o-clock that day(the time Lizzy was born), her mother sang" Happy Birthday" to her. After finishing the song, Lizzy took her last breath. Her Mother was devastated. She was so upset that she decided that she didn't want to live. She took Lizzy out to the shed, went back to this little room in the shed where Lizzy use to play, and took her own life. Her husband didn't find them for several hours. When he did, he found them in the corner, Lizzy still in her Mothers arms. Three years later on Lizzy's birthday, the father was laying in bed when he heard someone messing around in the shed. He ran out to the shed thinking that it was probably some kids messing around. When he got out to the shed, there wasn't anyone there. He kept hearing noises even t! hough he couldn't see anyone. He heard what he thought was a ball bouncing back and fourth and it sounded like it was coming from the little room in the back of the shed. He walked to the little room and heard someone singing. It was as clear as if someone was standing right next to him. The woman's voice sang," Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, I loved you so much little Lizzy, that I died for you". He said that this happened every three years on Lizzy's birthday.(July 15) He would hear balls bouncing, kids playing, and the Mother singing. I was very intrigued by the story and really couldn't wait until the next birthday. But when it came, I wasn't very intrigued any longer. The day came and I waited. Every once in a while I would think that I heard something, but it was just my imagination. Then, I heard what sounded like a ball bouncing, but it wasn't coming from outside, it was coming from the basement. I walked down stairs, very slowly, and as i wa! lked down I heard sounds like somone moaning. As I reached the basement I saw what looked like a little girl and then saw a woman but she looked like a demon. She was moaning and groaning saying " I did it for you Lizzy, I did it for you." But Lizzy didn't seem to hear her. Lizzy just kept playing. The rest of the night I heard balls bouncing and moans and groans coming from the basement. I just kept praying. I thought the night would ever end. The following day I decided that I would sell the house. I've heard that it still happens every three years on July 15, but I would never go back to find out.

(NAME) JACK

(EMAIL) DAGGIT65@AOL.COM

(Location) FLUSHING,NEW YORK

(STORYNAME) BOY GHOST

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OK SEE I GOTO CAMP IN THE MOUNTAINS.ONE DAY I WAS WAlking in my camp pasta broken down shack that has a scary story to it.the story that im about to tell u is maybe true but its not the story y am writing this becuz someone from the story haunted me when i was walking past the shack.well here it goes in the year 1947 in those mountains lived a family.one nite their house got knoced down by a grizzly bear.the father tried to shoot it but he got killled then the bear left.the boy was buriewd under sumtin and he was calling his mother but his mom cudnt find him she gave up and thats it.ppl say that he was wearing blue jean overalls and a straw hat.anyways while i was wALKIN PAst it i saw a person like that rite there plus im jewish so he wasnt supposed to be in my camp i said where u from he didnt answeer so i went to tell my bunkmates i wenttwo feet and hear a whisshing noise next thing i knew i saw a green ball of light hovering near the spot he was i was so scared i ranaway.i never figured it out i told my friends but they dont believe me.

(NAME) erin

(EMAIL) tintin143@aol.com

(Location) methuen ma

(STORYNAME) my restless cousin

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well this is kinda long but i will try to make it as short as possible. back in 1994 my little cousin amy was hit by a truck who lost it's breakes going down a hill. it was winter time and my cousin and her sisters were on there way home from sledding. out of no where a speeding truck came flting down the hill, the guy tried to scream but no one heard and it was too late. amy was supposably dead before the ambulances got there. two years after her death i didnt really talk to amy's sisters amanda and meghan. but one night their mother (my aunt) decided to come over. it was weird with out amy being there. but all we talked about was how her death happend. but any way, my aunt had to back to her house to pick something up, so she asked my mom to go with her. so my aunt and my mom went back to lowell( where my aunt lived, and where amy was killed) my aunt took a different route home that night, she decided to pass the place where my cousin had been killed. my aunt told my mom afterwords that she didnt want to go that way but it was too late. about three weeks after my cousins and aunt visited weird things began to happen. it was like when my aunt passed the site where amy was killed she followed my aunt back to my house. well any way, one night my mom got up to go the bathroom, and to get to the bath room she had to pass my room and my brothers room. when she passed my brothers room she felt she had to stop for a second, and in that second she heard someone sigh and then she felt heat all down the back of her neck, so she ran the few feet to the bathroom and ran out back to her room. the next morning my brother was found sleeping on the couch in the living room, my mom asked him why he was not in his bed. he replied with " amy was in my bed lying next to me. she said she was waiting for me." my mom was so freaked out by this, and she asked if he felt any thing, and he told her he had to jump over her to get out of the bed. and my mom asked again did you feel anything at all? he told her he felt he! at, that made mom shudder because of the heat from the sigh down her back! now for weeeks on end my brothers would both sleep in my room. finally the first night they were back in their own beds something starts to happen again, my brother jay ( fake name) screamed for me to come and help him! i was so scared i hid under a blanket and ran in to the room trying to find the pull chain for the light. i didnt want to look i was so scared. so i pulled the chain and came out form under the blacnket. nothing was there. i was so annoyed by this. so i gathered up my brother s and once again in my room they slept. the next morning i asked what happend and jay said he saw amy with a very tall man. i was at this point beyond believing this! but when i told my mom she kinda started to cry, i guess my aunts first husband died in a car crash before i was born, and that would explain the reason of the tall man. it was all becoming to make some sence. they were restless they had gone before their time. now at this age i was very int o all the spirit! ual stuff. my grandmother is a phsycic, and she has her own business now but back then wen i used to talk to her all the time i told what had happend. she told me to ask these spirits to leave, and this is my home. i did what she told me by getting my parents and brother to gether and have a seance. that was so freaky, i never thought anything would come of it. but that night i saw my first real how should i say "ghost". we sat around the table in the kitchen and i began to speak, out of the corner of my eye i saw something white moving, i shrugged it off at first, but the it just got bigger. so i freaked, i got very scared. so i acidentally broke contact with any thing that was to be in contact with. but, that night was some what very peaceful nothing happend, no screaming brothers, no wierd sounds, nothing very calm.......... but shortly two weekes after, my dad was lying in bed and my mom came back form the bathroom. (the way my old house was set up you could look right in to my brothers room from my parnets bed room) my dad asked my mom if my brothers where playing with flashlights. and she was like "no?" why? and my dad said he say 2 bright lights on the wall, just staying there with occasional movment. after my dad said that my mom began to feel ver uncomfortable and began to cry...... it is now 1999 i was 12 or 13 when this all happend. i no longer live in that house. but things still happen. mom will put somthing down and leave the room and she would come back and they would be gone, for instance a pair of socks she brought downstairs on morning was gone so she went back to her room and she bring another pair down, and the socks that were missing had returned. on one occasion my mom got up one morning and sat up in bed and reached over to get her slippers and she saw a pair of little girls sneakers and her calves, but my mom looked away and the leggs were gone. my brothers are now left out of it. amy doesnt seem to bother them. i have dreams about her now and then. i had one dream back in febuary(the moth she had dies) and i was up late thinkin about her. when i fell to sleep, i woke up very early almost crying. i had a dream that i was her in a hospital bed being revived. i felt every pain she must have had! well this is my story, i hope e! very one who reads it is a true believer in the world of paranormal. thanx for your time ~erin * names have been changed

(NAME) DAVID

(EMAIL) ANONYMOUS

(Location) RUSSELL ,ARKANSAS

(STORYNAME) GHOST BRIDGE

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My name is David Lock I live in Russell Arkansas. My story startes when me and my friend Ed Kennedy of Bald Knob Arkansas were riding down a dark back road toward the local game reserve. There is an old one lane bridge on this road and we were told by our famly that this was " Indian Head Bridge" located on Mingo Creek Rd. We pull up on to the bridge and turn off the engine and we're siting there shooting the bull, when all of a sudden we hear a horse runing though the water. Then as it got closer to us we seen a ghostly figure appere on the road in front of the car with an indian riding it with no head!! We were scared and when we were able to start the car we got the hell out of there and we have only been back a couple of times,and it has done it a few of those times. We aren't "Dope Heads" so don't think we were tripen on anything. So if you would like to get back with us, Please feel free!!!

(NAME) Angela

(EMAIL) joeypotter1123@yahoo.com

(Location) undisclosed

(STORYNAME) AMY's short story (very short story included for completeness)

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AMY

amy is the trues story of a girl who dies in bloody terror. Anissa kiled her. Anissa the ax murderer. she was my friend. bye bye!! hehehe

(NAME) omar logit

(EMAIL) Migitlovin@yahoo.co.uk

(Location) Los Angeles

(STORYNAME) The tail of the working dooooor

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I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar when i met him. he was the kind of guy who would kiss you mum if it ment succeeding. when he walked in the joint the world had to stop before he would walk any further. and then it happened as he was walking to the bar he slipped and fell. I think that this was the ghost of montoya rachez la costa marfradda the ancient, who had belonged to a dancing group of lady boys and had gone mad and had tried to trip up the his mum.

(NAME) Juan Ruvalcaba

(EMAIL) J_Ruvalcaba@hotmail.com

(Location) Chicago

(STORYNAME) Peter Ruvalcaba

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This is not a story about me, but a boy that my mother and her brothers knew named Peter Ruvalcaba. The only reason my mother (and my uncles) remember this story is because my mother ending up marrying a Ruvalcaba (although Peter is of no relation). This is a true story, to my knowledge, and Peter was a real person, as well, and not a made up character.

Peter was a real jerk. He was often very disrespectful to his mother, and would get into trouble at school. He went to school here in Chicago, along with my mother and her brothers. One day they found out that he died. Then they heard the story that Peter's mother was telling.

To my knowledge, it went like this...

Peter had gotten into a very nasty fight with his mother and called her all these names and left her alone to go out for the night. As it got later, he went home. On his way home, an old lady was walking right behind him. At first, he paid her no attention, but the farther along he went, she was always right there behind him. She wasn't just following she was RIGHT next to him as he walked. Peter decided to break into a run. He ran as fast as he could so he could get away from her.

Figuring that he lost her, he turned around, to find that she was still right behind him, not even out of breath, as he was. Now, he freaked and ran all the way home without looking behind him to see whether or not she was there.

When he got home, he broke down crying and told his mother everything that happened that night.

The next morning, Peter's mother found him dead. He died of fright by what happened that night.

(NAME) Hilary Nunag

(EMAIL) Anonymous

(Location) Vacaville CA

(STORYNAME) Googly

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When I was in high school (many moons ago) my friends and I would go out driving at night. There was ususally no destination in particular, and no planned agenda. However, one night we were out on one of the semi deserted roads on the outskirts of town cruising with the top off, when the jeep we were in died! The engine just stopped and the batteries turned off and we were just coasting. I was driving and I hit the brakes to slow us down ( we were only going 25 to begin with) and pull over. It was warm out and there was a beautiful summer moon, so it's not like we couldn't see in front of us, but something smelled in the area. We weren't too worried about anything happening to us because including myself, there was five of us girls. Turning the key and pumping the gas along with the constant nagging of four other "helpful" voices to try "this" and do "that" I happened to glance in the rear view mirrior. I froze, and I guess everybody else became aware of my lack of movement, because the nagging turned into screams as they saw what I saw. It was a man, in really raggy clothes like a bum. He had black pants, a brown coat and a cowboy hat. He wasn't saying or motioning for help or any sign of communication, except walking closer to us. It wasn't so much that he looked like a vagrant that scared us, it was that he didn't have any eyes, they were just... blackness. I say blackness, because they couldn't really be holes, or empty sockets, it was really just nothing , he was demonic and he wasn't walking slowly . Of course I got the car to start and we were all freaking out! I wasn't watching him too closely, I was trying to start the car, but my friends all SWEAR he touched the spare tire just as we were pulling away. So finally we are driving away, fast, and I'm glancing in the rear mirrior, my foot is glued to the accelerator, trying not to crash us, and we can see he's still walking, only as fast as I'm going, he's still pretty close. I turned around, nobody else was looking at the road ahead, for a split second, I turned back and a car's headlights were oncomming in the distance but I was in the wrong lane! My friends still screaming (me too, but for new reasons) when the oncomming car starts honking just as I severely swerve back into my lane. We all later said we looked at the same moment I swerved, the other car honked, and the man, vanished. As if that wasn't scarey enough, the next day, it had been a slumber party, we all woke up at my house, and my cousin came in to annouce that in the papers the police had discovered a body described in clothes the same as who/what we had seen, on that same road the night before only a couple hours after we had been there. They were looking for anybody who might know who he was. We would have said somthing except that they said he had been, as best as they could tell, rotting for more than a month and the only reason the police had found him, was that some one who lived! near the vicinity had called in to complain about a foul odor.

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