From FettOlSiris@aol.com
Date: Fri, 28 Jul 2000 23:18:34 EDT
Subject: my true ghost story for your site
As a child I can remember thinking that my house was haunted, a lot of kids also use to talk about ghosts every now and then so I figured that the things that went on were pretty much normal. I lived in Plymouth, MA, not the tourist part, but more off towards the woods. My parents had my house built on a place called "blueberry hill", they said that it use to be called that by the native Americans and sure enough, there were lots of blueberry bushes in my yard. Me and my twin sister use to share a relatively large room and my mother and father had the master bed room, but my mom didn't seem to like her room at all. One day she came to me and asked, "How would you and your sister feel about sharing my room, and me and your father would take another room?" I was thrilled, of course I was going to accept. Almost immediately upon getting my mother's room, me and my sister started hearing a strange scratching sound. I looked to my sister and said, "Do you hear that?" as soon as I spoke, it stopped. But it started up again and she nodded. Not knowing what else to do, she yelled "mom, mom, mom" and sure enough, my mom came. My mom opened the door and turned on the lights and the noise stopped. She didn't seem to believe me and my sister so I told her to turn off the lights and wait. She did, and the noise started again, she turned the light back on as soon as she heard it and called for my dad. He seemed very skeptical but again, the noise started, my mother said, "There, hear that?" it was somewhat loud, I don't see how he couldn't have heard it, but he said no, that he didn't hear anything. He said it was probably a mouse, or a squirrel inside the wall, but my mother protested that. She stated that the walls were insulated and that it would suffocate and die. I hoped that it was just an animal, but every night there after, it continued. I suppose that was the beginning of the weird happenings at my house. I was always afraid to be alone in my house, even afraid to be alone in the yard, I could feel a presence of some sort, as corny as that sounds. I was young, about 5, but I always remember being afraid. My sister and I quickly became convinced that the house was haunted. One day, my mother and I were over at the neighbor's house, she was elderly and we visited her often. My mother said, "You know you're getting old when you start seeing people in your own house that you know aren't there" The old lady kind of looked at her like she couldn't related and I said to my mom, "but sometimes I see people too, am I getting old?" My mother just kind of looked at me and when we got back to the house she decided to have a talk with my sister and I. She said that the reason why she had moved us to her bedroom in the first place was because she had been seeing a little boy, she said she thought it was 'a little Indian boy'. Now I never saw this boy she refers to, but she continued. Being a rational person, she didn't believe in ghosts, and didn't think it was a threat to have me and my sister take that bedroom. That very day, me and my sister got a new bedroom, and the master bedroom was kept empty. Several incidents happened between them, but I'll tell you one that was the most prominent. When I was 10, my parents had gotten a divorce and my mother wanted to move desperately. By this time, she had given up being "rational" and had been seeing psychics and those types of people and had even gotten one to do a house blessing. Me and my sister were left alone in the house as she went off to work, it was summer and we decided to sit in the living room and watch TV. Now, the master bedroom and the basement were full of boxes. Across from the living room, there was a door leading to the basement, and you had to go down stairs to get to it. The master bedroom was also on the second floor and the stairs to get to it was also across from the living room, but on the other side. me and my sister turned off the TV and started talking about moving and how great it'll be to get out of the house we were so afraid of, when we heard a thumping sound. It sounded as if boxes were falling down the stairs, I of course, assumed they were falling from the master bedroom, like something was tossing them out. This notion scared the hell out of me and bravely after a while of wondering about it, I went to the foot of the stairs *mind you I was too scared to look to the top of the stairs, I didn't want to see whatever was tossing boxes*. There were no boxes at the foot of the stairs, I thought, maybe they hadn't fallen all the way down. So I looked up the stairs, no boxes. I actually gathered up the courage to go into the master bedroom and look, all the boxes were still in their place, undisturbed. It's then that I realized what was happening. I unlocked the basement door to find that the boxes were all halfway fallen down the basement stairs and some at the foot of the stairs, the contents thrown everywhere. Something had been throwing the boxes up against the basement door, trying to get in. I quickly shut and re-locked the door, me and my sister immediately left the house and stayed in the yard. There was no other way into the basement other than that one door that had been locked, and no one else was home. My mother still thinks it was the spirits of native Americans, upset at us for building our house there, but I don't remember anything typically native American about the ghosts. I remember seeing people all the time, at the top of the stairs, at the doorway to the master bedroom, they were always usually upstairs. I think this story just proves that anyone can have experiences with ghosts, new house, or old house, and I'd like to say that I've moved away from the ghosts, but to this day, after all these years, me and my sister still see very strange things sometimes.
From:"Dr. Evil" Subject: My Bachelors Grove story! Date: Sat, 09 Dec 2000 02:24:11 On December 30,2000 I went to Bachelors Grove and it was almost 6 P.M. my sisters friend, my sister and i walked through the passage of Bachelors grove we saw the cemetery and one of the tombstones said ,Robert Shields and i was like, [damn!]i took a look around and the gates looked they had been cut open with a one of those lock cutters.We were recording everything that happened and we walk out of the grove and we saw a sign that said don't enter and of course we had to see why they put that sign! so we walked around and i looked up in the trees and i saw bags of garbage filled with beer other things which i couldn't see very well so i continued walking! I thought i saw something of the corner of my eye and in back of me was somebody in black i turned and it was nobody so, i got the chills !so we preceded and once we reached a certain point of the passage the temperature all of a sudden dropped!It got cold like you wouldn't believe it and we ran back from where we came from and we got lost cause it got dark and we didn't have a flashlight!My sister started crying and i saw the street lights and I directed them! Then we left and i said i would never go there again! From: "Roddy May" Subject: ghost story Date: Sat, 9 Dec 2000 one winter's morning my great gran gave me a mother pearl tapestry box about a week later i found a key underneath my grandmothers carpet i went over to see her and ask her what the key was for before i could even get there she had a severe heart attack. and was rushed into hospital. she was ok but i wasn't allowed to go and see her because of her condition. that night i couldn't get to sleep and when i finally did i was woken up by a gust of wind. something told me that my great-grand mother had passed away. i woke up my sister and told her that gran had passed away she told me to shut up and go back to sleeep, and that i was dreaming. The next morning i went down stairs and saw the whole of my family they looked like they had all been cring and they had. my mum told me that gran had passed away that night . my sister was very shoked and suprised.when we cleared out her flat we found a key i just put it in my cupboard, about a week later i got a key back out from my cupboard and tried it in the lock on the box, it was way to big but my sister tried she ramed it into the box and turned it surprisingly it locked, but when we came to unlock it, it woldn't unlock. we pulled and yanked but it wouln't open. we couldn't understand it even our mum and dad couldn't. about an hour later we tried to open it again, we only litrely used two fingers and slowley lifted it up we were suprised it just opened. we havn't touched the box since. zoe and kelly From: "rose callozzo" Date: Fri, 15 Dec 2000 12:11:19 -0000 Subject: haunted house hello fellow ghost chasers..... I have a story that I would like to share with all of you!! I found out a few months ago that my friends house is haunted...... One night we are sitting in his basement rec room watching TV, and all of a sudden his dog jumped up and started getting nervous and staring at this one part of the wall. I asked what is wrong and he said I will tell you later......I was intrigued! So, later on we were relaxing in the bedroom, ready to go to sleep and I remembered he still had to tell me. His dog, Meg, will stare at mirrors or parts of a room and either bark or growl...that just tells him the ghost is there..... a couple different instances the ghost told him: one late afternoon he was taking a nap, and all of a sudden these hangers that were hanging on his doorknob started to violently shake back and forth. Okay, he was freaked out. Another time, a glass jar that was sitting on the back of toilet flew off and shattered into the tub while he was in the other room in bed, with NOONE else around. He has a laundry room off the rec room and he said that many times he would turn off the laundry room light before he would go to bed, and sure enough the next morning it would be on. His sister also stayed there a few days to watch Meg the dog. He got back into town and she yelled at him and said "why didn't you tell me?" He knew exactly what she was talking about said he was sorry. While she was staying there, Meg did the barking thing in the spare bedroom, and it totally freaked her out. She locked herself in his bedroom for the rest of the night! I asked him if he knew the history of the land that he lives on, and he said no(Winfield Illinois). I live in Winfield as well, and we live very close to Indian Burial grounds that are right off Geneva Road(I think that is where they are) So, who knows?! I am going to try and research the land around his house and see what I come up with..... Just wanted to share...I will let you guys know if I find out anything more...... From: "The ONE & ONLY Brandy B. Stark" http://starkimages.homestead.com/Home.html Artist Ethelyn Woodlock is a vibrant and energetic woman for her 93 years of life. Ethelyn's home, like her life, is a museum of her works. Additionally, Ethelyn is a psychic artist. She has experienced life in a haunted house in New Jersey and has interacted with ghosts through her paintings, some of which are housed, in her Largo home. The local ghost investigation team, consisting of Karen and Lee West, Shelley Provost, and Brandy Buchanan toured Ms. Woodlock's home and examined her paintings. Ethelyn first experienced ghosts in 1952 when she and her family, her husband and two daughters, moved into a Victorian house in New Jersey. Ethelyn researched her home and found out the house was reputed to be haunted. The most prominent ghost was that of a young girl named Rose. Rose was about 16 years old when she died. She had fallen in love with a man and had become pregnant. Her aunt, in a rage, condemned her for her infidelity and filled the young girl with so much remorse that Rose committed suicide by jumping out of her bedroom window. Rose haunted the home from that time onward. The cruel aunt also haunted the house, an angry presence that also appeared in one of Ethelyn's paintings. "Rose appeared in my painting ECHOING FOOTSTEPS, but was not painted consciously. I had made the frame to look like the doorway to what used to be Rose's room in the Victorian home. We had heard Rose walking there many times. Rose manifested in the wallpaper painting in the picture. Wanting no definite design, I had painted wallpaper in muted greens and grays and had been sloppy about it. Rose appears with deep-set eyes, bangs, golden brown hair, and a small mouth. The breasts and one arm show, her hands are hidden," Ethelyn said. "The aunt is also in the painting as a profile in the doorway painted at the top of the stairs." Ethelyn enlisted the aid of the churches, who prayed for Rose, but she still remained unable to cross over to the other side. So, Ethelyn took matters into her own hands. Calling upon her intuitive side, having been coached by friends of hers, and studying on her own, Ethelyn decided to give Rose what she wanted so desperately in her life: a family. Taking brush in hand, she began to paint Rose into a family portrait with Jody, her love, and the unborn baby instead a healthy child. "She was the lady of the house, part of the family. This was her wish come true," Ethelyn explained. "I had always said that if Rose went to Heaven she would let me know. And so she did. In ECHOING FOOTSTEPS, where Rose first appeared, her mouth changed. She smiled. I think she took the road to Heaven because I painted her in a happy state, with the husband and children she wished to have." The painting of Rose in ECHOING FOOTSTEPS presently hangs on Ethelyn's wall at her home. The ghost investigation team was able to see this painting and scan it for traces of residue energy. Neither the Electro-Magnetic Field (EMF) meter nor the heat-sensitive sensors found any. However, Rose was not the only ghost Ethelyn helped to cross over to the other side. A friend of hers had a ghost who, at one point, tried to attach the friend. Again, the artist took up brush and painted for a ghost. "I painted a tunnel, and I took it to her house. I put the painting down and I said 'There is the tunnel to the other side. You need to go now.' I showed him the light and he left." Though Ethelyn had only a print of this painting two scans revealed that the print held some form of EMF energy both when it was hanging on the wall and leaning against a chair. The investigative team took it to the middle of Ethelyn's living room to scan the painting again. Ethelyn was also out of the room. Nothing manifested for the third scan. Could it be that since she is no longer in her Victorian home the ghosts no longer reside within her paintings? Were the images mere coincidences? Or were they ghosts that she did she, indeed, help cross fully to the other side? There may be more to this artist's talents than meets the eye. --- tasha bobasha wrote: > From: "tasha bobasha" > To: ghostlly@yahoo.com > Subject: My experiance > Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2000 05:39:45 -0000 > > Hi, My name is natasha. About a year ago last > July I had a very strange > experiance. I was trying to get to sleep. I > have moved since this > experiance, I used to sleep in the basement. I > had a canopy bed, and I had > tied those door beads that hang over your door > (hippy thing) as my canopy. > So that night I couldn't get to sleep and I had > been packing to move and I > had my mirror tilted up so I could see the > reflection that was straight > ahead of it. I was staring at it and I saw a > dark figure flash its face in > the mirror, then I sat up and saw something > quickly walk beside me, and my > bead started swaying from one end to the other > and I felt something touch my > forehead and I blocked out. > > I remember this so well, Im happy I moved! > > Natasha >--- Ricky Findley wrote: > > Hi, > > > > My name is Rick Findley. I currently live in > > Spokane, Washington, but for 8 > > and a half years, I lived in the Chicagoland > > area. I have always > > had an interest in hauntings, and I discovered > > your website through a > > search engine. I really enjoyed reading the > > stories, but my heart nearly > > stopped when I read the story about the ghost > > of Clarence Darrow at the > > Museum of Science and Industry. I had an > > encounter with something > > unexplained at this museum in the early 1990's > > which I would like to > > tell you about. > > > > At the time I was dating a young woman, her > > name is Jennifer and she still > > lives in Chicago. Jenny and I are still good > > friends. I had always liked > > that particular museum, by coincedence, a > > gentleman with whom I served in > > the Navy at NAS Glenview, had become the > > director of > > safety for the museum. My friend Dave, Jenny > > and I got together one > > afternoon to visit the museum. One place I had > > never been in the museum > > was the Coal Mine exhibit. My father was a > > silver miner, and was killed in > > the Sunshine Mine Disaster near Kellogg, Idaho > > on May 2, 1972. I was only 6 > > at the time. Since I had never been in the > > exhibit, I thought it > > might be interesting to go down into the mine. > > From the moment I got off > > the elevator, strange things began to happen to > > me. I have never been > > claustrophobic in my life, however, at that > > very moment, I had immense > > trouble breathing, almost as if my chest were > > collapsing. The three of us > > had stopped in front of a drill exhibit, when > > Jenny commented that I was > > holding her hand too tightly. I responded by > > saying that I felt really > > weird. At that point, Jenny said she saw > > behind me the shadow of someone > > who was not there. In fact she said that the > > head of this figure was > > luminescent on the top 1/3 of its head. She > > did not reveal this fact to me > > until later on. Dave asked me if I wanted to > > get out, I said yes. We > > exited the exhibit and I distinctly remember me > > taking at least about 90 > > minutes to calm down. I am now convinced that > > the apparition was that of my > > father, following me and warning me to get out > > of the exhibit. In 1998, > > Jenny visited me here in Spokane, and we took a > > trip to Kellogg. We visited > > the Sunshine Mine where the disaster had > > occured. I did this because I > > wanted to see if she could sense anything > > abnormal. Jenny is a bit more in > > tune with the psychic realm than I am. She > > reported that she felt a sense > > of sadness and despiration at the site, > > however, when she visited my > > father's grave, she felt nothing out of the > > ordinary. > > > > So that is my story, as I actually experienced > > it. Again, I really enjoyed > > reading your accounts on your website. If you > > have any questions about > > this, please feel free to get in touch with me > > via e-mail. Best Wishes. > > > > Rick Findley > > Spokane, Washington > > > > From: "Ricky Findley" Subject: Re: Incident at the Museum of Science and Industry, Chicago. Date: Tue, 02 Jan 2001 04:23:05 Hi Jamie, Please feel free to include my story on your website. I have only had one other ghostly experience in my lifetime. It was in the early 1980's while I was living with my family near Loon Lake, Washington, about 30 miles north of Spokane. One summer night, me, my brother and two other people were standing on the road outside of our home talking. There is a blue lake cabin behind our house, up a hillside across the road. It was a summer evening and it was evening, maybe about 9 or 10 at night. All four of us saw an apparation walking away from the cabin from north to south. This apparation was by my guess about 7 to 8 feet high, dark greyish green in color and there was a distinct dark band where the neck should have been. Almost as if the head was separate from the body. We watched the figure for a good 10 to 15 minutes, but none of us willing to go up and see what it was. It was weaving in and out of the trees on the hillside, then disappeared from view. There is a cemetary less than a mile away from the house, but I do not know if there is a connection. Anyway, if anything else happens to me, I'll let you know. If these things happen to me about every 10 years or so, I am about due, don't you think? Take Care. Rick Findley Spokane, Washington From: Mike "dante129" I wanted to tell you guys of a weird series of events that has happened recently to me. Five years ago I moved in to my Grandfather's home in order to assist my parents in caring for him and his failing health. In September, due to his weak condition, my grandfather fell and hit his head. This injury caused blood on the brain (I think it was called a hemotoba?). This in turn created a great deal of delusions and hallucinations on his part. He was very confused from that point on. The doctors said they could not operate because he was so weak that the surgery would kill him. They sent him home with hospice care. He died on October 31, 2000 in his own home and my current residence (An interesting side note- Minutes before he passed he focused on something in the room that was not any of us and said "you look so pretty in that blue dress. I'll be there in a sec" I believe he was speaking to my grandmother who had died seven years earlier. When they met in the 1920's she was dressed for church in a blue dress which he referred to for years afterward. He always talked about the "most beautiful women in the world and that pretty blue dress".) About a two weeks ago, I started having weird things happen around the house. I had kept seeing thing move out of the corner of my eye. My dogs (I have three Labs)would on occasion bark at nothing (this made things very unusual as the dogs rarely bark at anything including other animals or strangers). I had the feeling of being watched. When I was downstairs I could have sworn I heard footsteps upstairs when no one was home and the dogs were with me. The biggest incident was a fan I have in my room spun 90 degrees and stopped while I watched it. All these occurances I had explained away as my mind playing tricks on me. The fan I just excused as it being a mechanical problem (It is an occilating fan). Last night my Mother began asking me about my experiences ghost hunting. This is unusual for her as she had always been frightened by the subject of Spirits and Ghosts. After extensively questioning me on the subject she confessed to have many weird experiences at home here of late. She too has felt as though she is being watched. She heard on several different times heard her name being called. No one was home at the time. I then shared my experiences with her. She was comforted to know someone else was experiencing some thing too. Within minutes of finishing the conversation, A deer head fell of the wall and on to a display of my mother's collection of Emit Kelly clowns and then to the floor. My grandfather was a avid hunter and his deer heads were among his prized possesions. Not one of the clowns were broken and I looked and the hooks and the wall where it was hanging and there seemed to be no damage to either. The hooks were not bent and the wall showed no sign of give. We did not discuss it as my Mother appeared upset. I am not sure if this is a series of coincidences or if there is something more to it. I have done a fair amount of ghost hunting and research in the last two years so I know the dangers of jumping to conclusions and their affect on credibility but I can't help but wonder if my Grandfather was so confused due to the fall that his spirit is unaware of his passing. mike Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2001 00:40:38 -0800 From: Daisy Martell Subject: The Buffalo Skull This story was told to me by my auntie. My auntie's husband "Willie" and his friends (two of Willie's friends were brothers) stole stuff out of a shed that belonged to a medicine man, including a buffalo skull. After taking the buffalo skull to the brothers' house things started getting weird. One of the men were in the kitchen getting a drink of water when he looked out of the window and saw an old Indian man looking at him, he dropped the glass and ran to the living room. After telling the others what happened there was a banging on the front door, when they answered the door no one was there. After they sat down the banging happened again this time they went outside and walked around the house it had just snowed so there weren't any footprints, but their own. They went back inside the house and the banging happened again one of the men yelled "Knock it off!!" then the banging grew louder and harder it shook the house. Later my auntie said something was probably sitting on the house reaching down to bang on the door. One of the brothers got so scared he left the house to sleep on the church steps, the rest of the men all carried the skull out of the house as they were carrying the skull they could hear someone walking right behind them, they carried the skull to Willie's and my aunties trailer which was about a block away. Then they buried the skull under the trailer. Nights later my auntie woke up to see some one in the bedroom doorway staring at her and Willie she could see the outline of him, she was so scared she reached over to turn on the lamp but knocked it off the stand. She started shaking Willie and woke him up by then the man or what ever it was was gone, my auntie knew it was something evil she told Willie he had to take that buffalo skull back. And another time my uncle was watching my aunties trailer while they were out of town, he went to her house to feed their dogs and as he was leaving he heard loud footsteps running up the hall toward him, he was out of there! 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Subject: My Bachelors Grove story!
Date: Sat, 09 Dec 2000 02:24:11
On December 30,2000 I went to Bachelors Grove and it was almost 6 P.M. my sisters friend, my sister and i walked through the passage of Bachelors grove we saw the cemetery and one of the tombstones said ,Robert Shields and i was like, [damn!]i took a look around and the gates looked they had been cut open with a one of those lock cutters.We were recording everything that happened and we walk out of the grove and we saw a sign that said don't enter and of course we had to see why they put that sign! so we walked around and i looked up in the trees and i saw bags of garbage filled with beer other things which i couldn't see very well so i continued walking! I thought i saw something of the corner of my eye and in back of me was somebody in black i turned and it was nobody so, i got the chills !so we preceded and once we reached a certain point of the passage the temperature all of a sudden dropped!It got cold like you wouldn't believe it and we ran back from where we came from and we got lost cause it got dark and we didn't have a flashlight!My sister started crying and i saw the street lights and I directed them! Then we left and i said i would never go there again!
From: "Roddy May" Subject: ghost story Date: Sat, 9 Dec 2000 one winter's morning my great gran gave me a mother pearl tapestry box about a week later i found a key underneath my grandmothers carpet i went over to see her and ask her what the key was for before i could even get there she had a severe heart attack. and was rushed into hospital. she was ok but i wasn't allowed to go and see her because of her condition. that night i couldn't get to sleep and when i finally did i was woken up by a gust of wind. something told me that my great-grand mother had passed away. i woke up my sister and told her that gran had passed away she told me to shut up and go back to sleeep, and that i was dreaming. The next morning i went down stairs and saw the whole of my family they looked like they had all been cring and they had. my mum told me that gran had passed away that night . my sister was very shoked and suprised.when we cleared out her flat we found a key i just put it in my cupboard, about a week later i got a key back out from my cupboard and tried it in the lock on the box, it was way to big but my sister tried she ramed it into the box and turned it surprisingly it locked, but when we came to unlock it, it woldn't unlock. we pulled and yanked but it wouln't open. we couldn't understand it even our mum and dad couldn't. about an hour later we tried to open it again, we only litrely used two fingers and slowley lifted it up we were suprised it just opened. we havn't touched the box since. zoe and kelly From: "rose callozzo" Date: Fri, 15 Dec 2000 12:11:19 -0000 Subject: haunted house hello fellow ghost chasers..... I have a story that I would like to share with all of you!! I found out a few months ago that my friends house is haunted...... One night we are sitting in his basement rec room watching TV, and all of a sudden his dog jumped up and started getting nervous and staring at this one part of the wall. I asked what is wrong and he said I will tell you later......I was intrigued! So, later on we were relaxing in the bedroom, ready to go to sleep and I remembered he still had to tell me. His dog, Meg, will stare at mirrors or parts of a room and either bark or growl...that just tells him the ghost is there..... a couple different instances the ghost told him: one late afternoon he was taking a nap, and all of a sudden these hangers that were hanging on his doorknob started to violently shake back and forth. Okay, he was freaked out. Another time, a glass jar that was sitting on the back of toilet flew off and shattered into the tub while he was in the other room in bed, with NOONE else around. He has a laundry room off the rec room and he said that many times he would turn off the laundry room light before he would go to bed, and sure enough the next morning it would be on. His sister also stayed there a few days to watch Meg the dog. He got back into town and she yelled at him and said "why didn't you tell me?" He knew exactly what she was talking about said he was sorry. While she was staying there, Meg did the barking thing in the spare bedroom, and it totally freaked her out. She locked herself in his bedroom for the rest of the night! I asked him if he knew the history of the land that he lives on, and he said no(Winfield Illinois). I live in Winfield as well, and we live very close to Indian Burial grounds that are right off Geneva Road(I think that is where they are) So, who knows?! I am going to try and research the land around his house and see what I come up with..... Just wanted to share...I will let you guys know if I find out anything more...... From: "The ONE & ONLY Brandy B. Stark" http://starkimages.homestead.com/Home.html Artist Ethelyn Woodlock is a vibrant and energetic woman for her 93 years of life. Ethelyn's home, like her life, is a museum of her works. Additionally, Ethelyn is a psychic artist. She has experienced life in a haunted house in New Jersey and has interacted with ghosts through her paintings, some of which are housed, in her Largo home. The local ghost investigation team, consisting of Karen and Lee West, Shelley Provost, and Brandy Buchanan toured Ms. Woodlock's home and examined her paintings. Ethelyn first experienced ghosts in 1952 when she and her family, her husband and two daughters, moved into a Victorian house in New Jersey. Ethelyn researched her home and found out the house was reputed to be haunted. The most prominent ghost was that of a young girl named Rose. Rose was about 16 years old when she died. She had fallen in love with a man and had become pregnant. Her aunt, in a rage, condemned her for her infidelity and filled the young girl with so much remorse that Rose committed suicide by jumping out of her bedroom window. Rose haunted the home from that time onward. The cruel aunt also haunted the house, an angry presence that also appeared in one of Ethelyn's paintings. "Rose appeared in my painting ECHOING FOOTSTEPS, but was not painted consciously. I had made the frame to look like the doorway to what used to be Rose's room in the Victorian home. We had heard Rose walking there many times. Rose manifested in the wallpaper painting in the picture. Wanting no definite design, I had painted wallpaper in muted greens and grays and had been sloppy about it. Rose appears with deep-set eyes, bangs, golden brown hair, and a small mouth. The breasts and one arm show, her hands are hidden," Ethelyn said. "The aunt is also in the painting as a profile in the doorway painted at the top of the stairs." Ethelyn enlisted the aid of the churches, who prayed for Rose, but she still remained unable to cross over to the other side. So, Ethelyn took matters into her own hands. Calling upon her intuitive side, having been coached by friends of hers, and studying on her own, Ethelyn decided to give Rose what she wanted so desperately in her life: a family. Taking brush in hand, she began to paint Rose into a family portrait with Jody, her love, and the unborn baby instead a healthy child. "She was the lady of the house, part of the family. This was her wish come true," Ethelyn explained. "I had always said that if Rose went to Heaven she would let me know. And so she did. In ECHOING FOOTSTEPS, where Rose first appeared, her mouth changed. She smiled. I think she took the road to Heaven because I painted her in a happy state, with the husband and children she wished to have." The painting of Rose in ECHOING FOOTSTEPS presently hangs on Ethelyn's wall at her home. The ghost investigation team was able to see this painting and scan it for traces of residue energy. Neither the Electro-Magnetic Field (EMF) meter nor the heat-sensitive sensors found any. However, Rose was not the only ghost Ethelyn helped to cross over to the other side. A friend of hers had a ghost who, at one point, tried to attach the friend. Again, the artist took up brush and painted for a ghost. "I painted a tunnel, and I took it to her house. I put the painting down and I said 'There is the tunnel to the other side. You need to go now.' I showed him the light and he left." Though Ethelyn had only a print of this painting two scans revealed that the print held some form of EMF energy both when it was hanging on the wall and leaning against a chair. The investigative team took it to the middle of Ethelyn's living room to scan the painting again. Ethelyn was also out of the room. Nothing manifested for the third scan. Could it be that since she is no longer in her Victorian home the ghosts no longer reside within her paintings? Were the images mere coincidences? Or were they ghosts that she did she, indeed, help cross fully to the other side? There may be more to this artist's talents than meets the eye. --- tasha bobasha wrote: > From: "tasha bobasha" > To: ghostlly@yahoo.com > Subject: My experiance > Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2000 05:39:45 -0000 > > Hi, My name is natasha. About a year ago last > July I had a very strange > experiance. I was trying to get to sleep. I > have moved since this > experiance, I used to sleep in the basement. I > had a canopy bed, and I had > tied those door beads that hang over your door > (hippy thing) as my canopy. > So that night I couldn't get to sleep and I had > been packing to move and I > had my mirror tilted up so I could see the > reflection that was straight > ahead of it. I was staring at it and I saw a > dark figure flash its face in > the mirror, then I sat up and saw something > quickly walk beside me, and my > bead started swaying from one end to the other > and I felt something touch my > forehead and I blocked out. > > I remember this so well, Im happy I moved! > > Natasha >--- Ricky Findley wrote: > > Hi, > > > > My name is Rick Findley. I currently live in > > Spokane, Washington, but for 8 > > and a half years, I lived in the Chicagoland > > area. I have always > > had an interest in hauntings, and I discovered > > your website through a > > search engine. I really enjoyed reading the > > stories, but my heart nearly > > stopped when I read the story about the ghost > > of Clarence Darrow at the > > Museum of Science and Industry. I had an > > encounter with something > > unexplained at this museum in the early 1990's > > which I would like to > > tell you about. > > > > At the time I was dating a young woman, her > > name is Jennifer and she still > > lives in Chicago. Jenny and I are still good > > friends. I had always liked > > that particular museum, by coincedence, a > > gentleman with whom I served in > > the Navy at NAS Glenview, had become the > > director of > > safety for the museum. My friend Dave, Jenny > > and I got together one > > afternoon to visit the museum. One place I had > > never been in the museum > > was the Coal Mine exhibit. My father was a > > silver miner, and was killed in > > the Sunshine Mine Disaster near Kellogg, Idaho > > on May 2, 1972. I was only 6 > > at the time. Since I had never been in the > > exhibit, I thought it > > might be interesting to go down into the mine. > > From the moment I got off > > the elevator, strange things began to happen to > > me. I have never been > > claustrophobic in my life, however, at that > > very moment, I had immense > > trouble breathing, almost as if my chest were > > collapsing. The three of us > > had stopped in front of a drill exhibit, when > > Jenny commented that I was > > holding her hand too tightly. I responded by > > saying that I felt really > > weird. At that point, Jenny said she saw > > behind me the shadow of someone > > who was not there. In fact she said that the > > head of this figure was > > luminescent on the top 1/3 of its head. She > > did not reveal this fact to me > > until later on. Dave asked me if I wanted to > > get out, I said yes. We > > exited the exhibit and I distinctly remember me > > taking at least about 90 > > minutes to calm down. I am now convinced that > > the apparition was that of my > > father, following me and warning me to get out > > of the exhibit. In 1998, > > Jenny visited me here in Spokane, and we took a > > trip to Kellogg. We visited > > the Sunshine Mine where the disaster had > > occured. I did this because I > > wanted to see if she could sense anything > > abnormal. Jenny is a bit more in > > tune with the psychic realm than I am. She > > reported that she felt a sense > > of sadness and despiration at the site, > > however, when she visited my > > father's grave, she felt nothing out of the > > ordinary. > > > > So that is my story, as I actually experienced > > it. Again, I really enjoyed > > reading your accounts on your website. If you > > have any questions about > > this, please feel free to get in touch with me > > via e-mail. Best Wishes. > > > > Rick Findley > > Spokane, Washington > > > > From: "Ricky Findley" Subject: Re: Incident at the Museum of Science and Industry, Chicago. Date: Tue, 02 Jan 2001 04:23:05 Hi Jamie, Please feel free to include my story on your website. I have only had one other ghostly experience in my lifetime. It was in the early 1980's while I was living with my family near Loon Lake, Washington, about 30 miles north of Spokane. One summer night, me, my brother and two other people were standing on the road outside of our home talking. There is a blue lake cabin behind our house, up a hillside across the road. It was a summer evening and it was evening, maybe about 9 or 10 at night. All four of us saw an apparation walking away from the cabin from north to south. This apparation was by my guess about 7 to 8 feet high, dark greyish green in color and there was a distinct dark band where the neck should have been. Almost as if the head was separate from the body. We watched the figure for a good 10 to 15 minutes, but none of us willing to go up and see what it was. It was weaving in and out of the trees on the hillside, then disappeared from view. There is a cemetary less than a mile away from the house, but I do not know if there is a connection. Anyway, if anything else happens to me, I'll let you know. If these things happen to me about every 10 years or so, I am about due, don't you think? Take Care. Rick Findley Spokane, Washington From: Mike "dante129" I wanted to tell you guys of a weird series of events that has happened recently to me. Five years ago I moved in to my Grandfather's home in order to assist my parents in caring for him and his failing health. In September, due to his weak condition, my grandfather fell and hit his head. This injury caused blood on the brain (I think it was called a hemotoba?). This in turn created a great deal of delusions and hallucinations on his part. He was very confused from that point on. The doctors said they could not operate because he was so weak that the surgery would kill him. They sent him home with hospice care. He died on October 31, 2000 in his own home and my current residence (An interesting side note- Minutes before he passed he focused on something in the room that was not any of us and said "you look so pretty in that blue dress. I'll be there in a sec" I believe he was speaking to my grandmother who had died seven years earlier. When they met in the 1920's she was dressed for church in a blue dress which he referred to for years afterward. He always talked about the "most beautiful women in the world and that pretty blue dress".) About a two weeks ago, I started having weird things happen around the house. I had kept seeing thing move out of the corner of my eye. My dogs (I have three Labs)would on occasion bark at nothing (this made things very unusual as the dogs rarely bark at anything including other animals or strangers). I had the feeling of being watched. When I was downstairs I could have sworn I heard footsteps upstairs when no one was home and the dogs were with me. The biggest incident was a fan I have in my room spun 90 degrees and stopped while I watched it. All these occurances I had explained away as my mind playing tricks on me. The fan I just excused as it being a mechanical problem (It is an occilating fan). Last night my Mother began asking me about my experiences ghost hunting. This is unusual for her as she had always been frightened by the subject of Spirits and Ghosts. After extensively questioning me on the subject she confessed to have many weird experiences at home here of late. She too has felt as though she is being watched. She heard on several different times heard her name being called. No one was home at the time. I then shared my experiences with her. She was comforted to know someone else was experiencing some thing too. Within minutes of finishing the conversation, A deer head fell of the wall and on to a display of my mother's collection of Emit Kelly clowns and then to the floor. My grandfather was a avid hunter and his deer heads were among his prized possesions. Not one of the clowns were broken and I looked and the hooks and the wall where it was hanging and there seemed to be no damage to either. The hooks were not bent and the wall showed no sign of give. We did not discuss it as my Mother appeared upset. I am not sure if this is a series of coincidences or if there is something more to it. I have done a fair amount of ghost hunting and research in the last two years so I know the dangers of jumping to conclusions and their affect on credibility but I can't help but wonder if my Grandfather was so confused due to the fall that his spirit is unaware of his passing. mike Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2001 00:40:38 -0800 From: Daisy Martell Subject: The Buffalo Skull This story was told to me by my auntie. My auntie's husband "Willie" and his friends (two of Willie's friends were brothers) stole stuff out of a shed that belonged to a medicine man, including a buffalo skull. After taking the buffalo skull to the brothers' house things started getting weird. One of the men were in the kitchen getting a drink of water when he looked out of the window and saw an old Indian man looking at him, he dropped the glass and ran to the living room. After telling the others what happened there was a banging on the front door, when they answered the door no one was there. After they sat down the banging happened again this time they went outside and walked around the house it had just snowed so there weren't any footprints, but their own. They went back inside the house and the banging happened again one of the men yelled "Knock it off!!" then the banging grew louder and harder it shook the house. Later my auntie said something was probably sitting on the house reaching down to bang on the door. One of the brothers got so scared he left the house to sleep on the church steps, the rest of the men all carried the skull out of the house as they were carrying the skull they could hear someone walking right behind them, they carried the skull to Willie's and my aunties trailer which was about a block away. Then they buried the skull under the trailer. Nights later my auntie woke up to see some one in the bedroom doorway staring at her and Willie she could see the outline of him, she was so scared she reached over to turn on the lamp but knocked it off the stand. She started shaking Willie and woke him up by then the man or what ever it was was gone, my auntie knew it was something evil she told Willie he had to take that buffalo skull back. And another time my uncle was watching my aunties trailer while they were out of town, he went to her house to feed their dogs and as he was leaving he heard loud footsteps running up the hall toward him, he was out of there! 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Date: Sat, 9 Dec 2000
one winter's morning my great gran gave me a mother pearl tapestry box about a week later i found a key underneath my grandmothers carpet i went over to see her and ask her what the key was for before i could even get there she had a severe heart attack. and was rushed into hospital. she was ok but i wasn't allowed to go and see her because of her condition. that night i couldn't get to sleep and when i finally did i was woken up by a gust of wind. something told me that my great-grand mother had passed away. i woke up my sister and told her that gran had passed away she told me to shut up and go back to sleeep, and that i was dreaming. The next morning i went down stairs and saw the whole of my family they looked like they had all been cring and they had. my mum told me that gran had passed away that night . my sister was very shoked and suprised.when we cleared out her flat we found a key i just put it in my cupboard, about a week later i got a key back out from my cupboard and tried it in the lock on the box, it was way to big but my sister tried she ramed it into the box and turned it surprisingly it locked, but when we came to unlock it, it woldn't unlock. we pulled and yanked but it wouln't open. we couldn't understand it even our mum and dad couldn't. about an hour later we tried to open it again, we only litrely used two fingers and slowley lifted it up we were suprised it just opened. we havn't touched the box since.
zoe and kelly
From: "rose callozzo" Date: Fri, 15 Dec 2000 12:11:19 -0000 Subject: haunted house hello fellow ghost chasers..... I have a story that I would like to share with all of you!! I found out a few months ago that my friends house is haunted...... One night we are sitting in his basement rec room watching TV, and all of a sudden his dog jumped up and started getting nervous and staring at this one part of the wall. I asked what is wrong and he said I will tell you later......I was intrigued! So, later on we were relaxing in the bedroom, ready to go to sleep and I remembered he still had to tell me. His dog, Meg, will stare at mirrors or parts of a room and either bark or growl...that just tells him the ghost is there..... a couple different instances the ghost told him: one late afternoon he was taking a nap, and all of a sudden these hangers that were hanging on his doorknob started to violently shake back and forth. Okay, he was freaked out. Another time, a glass jar that was sitting on the back of toilet flew off and shattered into the tub while he was in the other room in bed, with NOONE else around. He has a laundry room off the rec room and he said that many times he would turn off the laundry room light before he would go to bed, and sure enough the next morning it would be on. His sister also stayed there a few days to watch Meg the dog. He got back into town and she yelled at him and said "why didn't you tell me?" He knew exactly what she was talking about said he was sorry. While she was staying there, Meg did the barking thing in the spare bedroom, and it totally freaked her out. She locked herself in his bedroom for the rest of the night! I asked him if he knew the history of the land that he lives on, and he said no(Winfield Illinois). I live in Winfield as well, and we live very close to Indian Burial grounds that are right off Geneva Road(I think that is where they are) So, who knows?! I am going to try and research the land around his house and see what I come up with..... Just wanted to share...I will let you guys know if I find out anything more...... From: "The ONE & ONLY Brandy B. Stark" http://starkimages.homestead.com/Home.html Artist Ethelyn Woodlock is a vibrant and energetic woman for her 93 years of life. Ethelyn's home, like her life, is a museum of her works. Additionally, Ethelyn is a psychic artist. She has experienced life in a haunted house in New Jersey and has interacted with ghosts through her paintings, some of which are housed, in her Largo home. The local ghost investigation team, consisting of Karen and Lee West, Shelley Provost, and Brandy Buchanan toured Ms. Woodlock's home and examined her paintings. Ethelyn first experienced ghosts in 1952 when she and her family, her husband and two daughters, moved into a Victorian house in New Jersey. Ethelyn researched her home and found out the house was reputed to be haunted. The most prominent ghost was that of a young girl named Rose. Rose was about 16 years old when she died. She had fallen in love with a man and had become pregnant. Her aunt, in a rage, condemned her for her infidelity and filled the young girl with so much remorse that Rose committed suicide by jumping out of her bedroom window. Rose haunted the home from that time onward. The cruel aunt also haunted the house, an angry presence that also appeared in one of Ethelyn's paintings. "Rose appeared in my painting ECHOING FOOTSTEPS, but was not painted consciously. I had made the frame to look like the doorway to what used to be Rose's room in the Victorian home. We had heard Rose walking there many times. Rose manifested in the wallpaper painting in the picture. Wanting no definite design, I had painted wallpaper in muted greens and grays and had been sloppy about it. Rose appears with deep-set eyes, bangs, golden brown hair, and a small mouth. The breasts and one arm show, her hands are hidden," Ethelyn said. "The aunt is also in the painting as a profile in the doorway painted at the top of the stairs." Ethelyn enlisted the aid of the churches, who prayed for Rose, but she still remained unable to cross over to the other side. So, Ethelyn took matters into her own hands. Calling upon her intuitive side, having been coached by friends of hers, and studying on her own, Ethelyn decided to give Rose what she wanted so desperately in her life: a family. Taking brush in hand, she began to paint Rose into a family portrait with Jody, her love, and the unborn baby instead a healthy child. "She was the lady of the house, part of the family. This was her wish come true," Ethelyn explained. "I had always said that if Rose went to Heaven she would let me know. And so she did. In ECHOING FOOTSTEPS, where Rose first appeared, her mouth changed. She smiled. I think she took the road to Heaven because I painted her in a happy state, with the husband and children she wished to have." The painting of Rose in ECHOING FOOTSTEPS presently hangs on Ethelyn's wall at her home. The ghost investigation team was able to see this painting and scan it for traces of residue energy. Neither the Electro-Magnetic Field (EMF) meter nor the heat-sensitive sensors found any. However, Rose was not the only ghost Ethelyn helped to cross over to the other side. A friend of hers had a ghost who, at one point, tried to attach the friend. Again, the artist took up brush and painted for a ghost. "I painted a tunnel, and I took it to her house. I put the painting down and I said 'There is the tunnel to the other side. You need to go now.' I showed him the light and he left." Though Ethelyn had only a print of this painting two scans revealed that the print held some form of EMF energy both when it was hanging on the wall and leaning against a chair. The investigative team took it to the middle of Ethelyn's living room to scan the painting again. Ethelyn was also out of the room. Nothing manifested for the third scan. Could it be that since she is no longer in her Victorian home the ghosts no longer reside within her paintings? Were the images mere coincidences? Or were they ghosts that she did she, indeed, help cross fully to the other side? There may be more to this artist's talents than meets the eye. --- tasha bobasha wrote: > From: "tasha bobasha" > To: ghostlly@yahoo.com > Subject: My experiance > Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2000 05:39:45 -0000 > > Hi, My name is natasha. About a year ago last > July I had a very strange > experiance. I was trying to get to sleep. I > have moved since this > experiance, I used to sleep in the basement. I > had a canopy bed, and I had > tied those door beads that hang over your door > (hippy thing) as my canopy. > So that night I couldn't get to sleep and I had > been packing to move and I > had my mirror tilted up so I could see the > reflection that was straight > ahead of it. I was staring at it and I saw a > dark figure flash its face in > the mirror, then I sat up and saw something > quickly walk beside me, and my > bead started swaying from one end to the other > and I felt something touch my > forehead and I blocked out. > > I remember this so well, Im happy I moved! > > Natasha >--- Ricky Findley wrote: > > Hi, > > > > My name is Rick Findley. I currently live in > > Spokane, Washington, but for 8 > > and a half years, I lived in the Chicagoland > > area. I have always > > had an interest in hauntings, and I discovered > > your website through a > > search engine. I really enjoyed reading the > > stories, but my heart nearly > > stopped when I read the story about the ghost > > of Clarence Darrow at the > > Museum of Science and Industry. I had an > > encounter with something > > unexplained at this museum in the early 1990's > > which I would like to > > tell you about. > > > > At the time I was dating a young woman, her > > name is Jennifer and she still > > lives in Chicago. Jenny and I are still good > > friends. I had always liked > > that particular museum, by coincedence, a > > gentleman with whom I served in > > the Navy at NAS Glenview, had become the > > director of > > safety for the museum. My friend Dave, Jenny > > and I got together one > > afternoon to visit the museum. One place I had > > never been in the museum > > was the Coal Mine exhibit. My father was a > > silver miner, and was killed in > > the Sunshine Mine Disaster near Kellogg, Idaho > > on May 2, 1972. I was only 6 > > at the time. Since I had never been in the > > exhibit, I thought it > > might be interesting to go down into the mine. > > From the moment I got off > > the elevator, strange things began to happen to > > me. I have never been > > claustrophobic in my life, however, at that > > very moment, I had immense > > trouble breathing, almost as if my chest were > > collapsing. The three of us > > had stopped in front of a drill exhibit, when > > Jenny commented that I was > > holding her hand too tightly. I responded by > > saying that I felt really > > weird. At that point, Jenny said she saw > > behind me the shadow of someone > > who was not there. In fact she said that the > > head of this figure was > > luminescent on the top 1/3 of its head. She > > did not reveal this fact to me > > until later on. Dave asked me if I wanted to > > get out, I said yes. We > > exited the exhibit and I distinctly remember me > > taking at least about 90 > > minutes to calm down. I am now convinced that > > the apparition was that of my > > father, following me and warning me to get out > > of the exhibit. In 1998, > > Jenny visited me here in Spokane, and we took a > > trip to Kellogg. We visited > > the Sunshine Mine where the disaster had > > occured. I did this because I > > wanted to see if she could sense anything > > abnormal. Jenny is a bit more in > > tune with the psychic realm than I am. She > > reported that she felt a sense > > of sadness and despiration at the site, > > however, when she visited my > > father's grave, she felt nothing out of the > > ordinary. > > > > So that is my story, as I actually experienced > > it. Again, I really enjoyed > > reading your accounts on your website. If you > > have any questions about > > this, please feel free to get in touch with me > > via e-mail. Best Wishes. > > > > Rick Findley > > Spokane, Washington > > > > From: "Ricky Findley" Subject: Re: Incident at the Museum of Science and Industry, Chicago. Date: Tue, 02 Jan 2001 04:23:05 Hi Jamie, Please feel free to include my story on your website. I have only had one other ghostly experience in my lifetime. It was in the early 1980's while I was living with my family near Loon Lake, Washington, about 30 miles north of Spokane. One summer night, me, my brother and two other people were standing on the road outside of our home talking. There is a blue lake cabin behind our house, up a hillside across the road. It was a summer evening and it was evening, maybe about 9 or 10 at night. All four of us saw an apparation walking away from the cabin from north to south. This apparation was by my guess about 7 to 8 feet high, dark greyish green in color and there was a distinct dark band where the neck should have been. Almost as if the head was separate from the body. We watched the figure for a good 10 to 15 minutes, but none of us willing to go up and see what it was. It was weaving in and out of the trees on the hillside, then disappeared from view. There is a cemetary less than a mile away from the house, but I do not know if there is a connection. Anyway, if anything else happens to me, I'll let you know. If these things happen to me about every 10 years or so, I am about due, don't you think? Take Care. Rick Findley Spokane, Washington From: Mike "dante129" I wanted to tell you guys of a weird series of events that has happened recently to me. Five years ago I moved in to my Grandfather's home in order to assist my parents in caring for him and his failing health. In September, due to his weak condition, my grandfather fell and hit his head. This injury caused blood on the brain (I think it was called a hemotoba?). This in turn created a great deal of delusions and hallucinations on his part. He was very confused from that point on. The doctors said they could not operate because he was so weak that the surgery would kill him. They sent him home with hospice care. He died on October 31, 2000 in his own home and my current residence (An interesting side note- Minutes before he passed he focused on something in the room that was not any of us and said "you look so pretty in that blue dress. I'll be there in a sec" I believe he was speaking to my grandmother who had died seven years earlier. When they met in the 1920's she was dressed for church in a blue dress which he referred to for years afterward. He always talked about the "most beautiful women in the world and that pretty blue dress".) About a two weeks ago, I started having weird things happen around the house. I had kept seeing thing move out of the corner of my eye. My dogs (I have three Labs)would on occasion bark at nothing (this made things very unusual as the dogs rarely bark at anything including other animals or strangers). I had the feeling of being watched. When I was downstairs I could have sworn I heard footsteps upstairs when no one was home and the dogs were with me. The biggest incident was a fan I have in my room spun 90 degrees and stopped while I watched it. All these occurances I had explained away as my mind playing tricks on me. The fan I just excused as it being a mechanical problem (It is an occilating fan). Last night my Mother began asking me about my experiences ghost hunting. This is unusual for her as she had always been frightened by the subject of Spirits and Ghosts. After extensively questioning me on the subject she confessed to have many weird experiences at home here of late. She too has felt as though she is being watched. She heard on several different times heard her name being called. No one was home at the time. I then shared my experiences with her. She was comforted to know someone else was experiencing some thing too. Within minutes of finishing the conversation, A deer head fell of the wall and on to a display of my mother's collection of Emit Kelly clowns and then to the floor. My grandfather was a avid hunter and his deer heads were among his prized possesions. Not one of the clowns were broken and I looked and the hooks and the wall where it was hanging and there seemed to be no damage to either. The hooks were not bent and the wall showed no sign of give. We did not discuss it as my Mother appeared upset. I am not sure if this is a series of coincidences or if there is something more to it. I have done a fair amount of ghost hunting and research in the last two years so I know the dangers of jumping to conclusions and their affect on credibility but I can't help but wonder if my Grandfather was so confused due to the fall that his spirit is unaware of his passing. mike Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2001 00:40:38 -0800 From: Daisy Martell Subject: The Buffalo Skull This story was told to me by my auntie. My auntie's husband "Willie" and his friends (two of Willie's friends were brothers) stole stuff out of a shed that belonged to a medicine man, including a buffalo skull. After taking the buffalo skull to the brothers' house things started getting weird. One of the men were in the kitchen getting a drink of water when he looked out of the window and saw an old Indian man looking at him, he dropped the glass and ran to the living room. After telling the others what happened there was a banging on the front door, when they answered the door no one was there. After they sat down the banging happened again this time they went outside and walked around the house it had just snowed so there weren't any footprints, but their own. They went back inside the house and the banging happened again one of the men yelled "Knock it off!!" then the banging grew louder and harder it shook the house. Later my auntie said something was probably sitting on the house reaching down to bang on the door. One of the brothers got so scared he left the house to sleep on the church steps, the rest of the men all carried the skull out of the house as they were carrying the skull they could hear someone walking right behind them, they carried the skull to Willie's and my aunties trailer which was about a block away. Then they buried the skull under the trailer. Nights later my auntie woke up to see some one in the bedroom doorway staring at her and Willie she could see the outline of him, she was so scared she reached over to turn on the lamp but knocked it off the stand. She started shaking Willie and woke him up by then the man or what ever it was was gone, my auntie knew it was something evil she told Willie he had to take that buffalo skull back. And another time my uncle was watching my aunties trailer while they were out of town, he went to her house to feed their dogs and as he was leaving he heard loud footsteps running up the hall toward him, he was out of there! 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Date: Fri, 15 Dec 2000 12:11:19 -0000
Subject: haunted house
hello fellow ghost chasers..... I have a story that I would like to share with all of you!! I found out a few months ago that my friends house is haunted...... One night we are sitting in his basement rec room watching TV, and all of a sudden his dog jumped up and started getting nervous and staring at this one part of the wall. I asked what is wrong and he said I will tell you later......I was intrigued! So, later on we were relaxing in the bedroom, ready to go to sleep and I remembered he still had to tell me. His dog, Meg, will stare at mirrors or parts of a room and either bark or growl...that just tells him the ghost is there..... a couple different instances the ghost told him: one late afternoon he was taking a nap, and all of a sudden these hangers that were hanging on his doorknob started to violently shake back and forth. Okay, he was freaked out. Another time, a glass jar that was sitting on the back of toilet flew off and shattered into the tub while he was in the other room in bed, with NOONE else around. He has a laundry room off the rec room and he said that many times he would turn off the laundry room light before he would go to bed, and sure enough the next morning it would be on. His sister also stayed there a few days to watch Meg the dog. He got back into town and she yelled at him and said "why didn't you tell me?" He knew exactly what she was talking about said he was sorry. While she was staying there, Meg did the barking thing in the spare bedroom, and it totally freaked her out. She locked herself in his bedroom for the rest of the night! I asked him if he knew the history of the land that he lives on, and he said no(Winfield Illinois). I live in Winfield as well, and we live very close to Indian Burial grounds that are right off Geneva Road(I think that is where they are) So, who knows?! I am going to try and research the land around his house and see what I come up with..... Just wanted to share...I will let you guys know if I find out anything more......
From: "The ONE & ONLY Brandy B. Stark"
http://starkimages.homestead.com/Home.html Artist Ethelyn Woodlock is a vibrant and energetic woman for her 93 years of life. Ethelyn's home, like her life, is a museum of her works. Additionally, Ethelyn is a psychic artist. She has experienced life in a haunted house in New Jersey and has interacted with ghosts through her paintings, some of which are housed, in her Largo home. The local ghost investigation team, consisting of Karen and Lee West, Shelley Provost, and Brandy Buchanan toured Ms. Woodlock's home and examined her paintings. Ethelyn first experienced ghosts in 1952 when she and her family, her husband and two daughters, moved into a Victorian house in New Jersey. Ethelyn researched her home and found out the house was reputed to be haunted. The most prominent ghost was that of a young girl named Rose. Rose was about 16 years old when she died. She had fallen in love with a man and had become pregnant. Her aunt, in a rage, condemned her for her infidelity and filled the young girl with so much remorse that Rose committed suicide by jumping out of her bedroom window. Rose haunted the home from that time onward. The cruel aunt also haunted the house, an angry presence that also appeared in one of Ethelyn's paintings. "Rose appeared in my painting ECHOING FOOTSTEPS, but was not painted consciously. I had made the frame to look like the doorway to what used to be Rose's room in the Victorian home. We had heard Rose walking there many times. Rose manifested in the wallpaper painting in the picture. Wanting no definite design, I had painted wallpaper in muted greens and grays and had been sloppy about it. Rose appears with deep-set eyes, bangs, golden brown hair, and a small mouth. The breasts and one arm show, her hands are hidden," Ethelyn said. "The aunt is also in the painting as a profile in the doorway painted at the top of the stairs." Ethelyn enlisted the aid of the churches, who prayed for Rose, but she still remained unable to cross over to the other side. So, Ethelyn took matters into her own hands. Calling upon her intuitive side, having been coached by friends of hers, and studying on her own, Ethelyn decided to give Rose what she wanted so desperately in her life: a family. Taking brush in hand, she began to paint Rose into a family portrait with Jody, her love, and the unborn baby instead a healthy child. "She was the lady of the house, part of the family. This was her wish come true," Ethelyn explained. "I had always said that if Rose went to Heaven she would let me know. And so she did. In ECHOING FOOTSTEPS, where Rose first appeared, her mouth changed. She smiled. I think she took the road to Heaven because I painted her in a happy state, with the husband and children she wished to have." The painting of Rose in ECHOING FOOTSTEPS presently hangs on Ethelyn's wall at her home. The ghost investigation team was able to see this painting and scan it for traces of residue energy. Neither the Electro-Magnetic Field (EMF) meter nor the heat-sensitive sensors found any. However, Rose was not the only ghost Ethelyn helped to cross over to the other side. A friend of hers had a ghost who, at one point, tried to attach the friend. Again, the artist took up brush and painted for a ghost. "I painted a tunnel, and I took it to her house. I put the painting down and I said 'There is the tunnel to the other side. You need to go now.' I showed him the light and he left." Though Ethelyn had only a print of this painting two scans revealed that the print held some form of EMF energy both when it was hanging on the wall and leaning against a chair. The investigative team took it to the middle of Ethelyn's living room to scan the painting again. Ethelyn was also out of the room. Nothing manifested for the third scan. Could it be that since she is no longer in her Victorian home the ghosts no longer reside within her paintings? Were the images mere coincidences? Or were they ghosts that she did she, indeed, help cross fully to the other side? There may be more to this artist's talents than meets the eye. --- tasha bobasha wrote: > From: "tasha bobasha" > To: ghostlly@yahoo.com > Subject: My experiance > Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2000 05:39:45 -0000 > > Hi, My name is natasha. About a year ago last > July I had a very strange > experiance. I was trying to get to sleep. I > have moved since this > experiance, I used to sleep in the basement. I > had a canopy bed, and I had > tied those door beads that hang over your door > (hippy thing) as my canopy. > So that night I couldn't get to sleep and I had > been packing to move and I > had my mirror tilted up so I could see the > reflection that was straight > ahead of it. I was staring at it and I saw a > dark figure flash its face in > the mirror, then I sat up and saw something > quickly walk beside me, and my > bead started swaying from one end to the other > and I felt something touch my > forehead and I blocked out. > > I remember this so well, Im happy I moved! > > Natasha >--- Ricky Findley wrote: > > Hi, > > > > My name is Rick Findley. I currently live in > > Spokane, Washington, but for 8 > > and a half years, I lived in the Chicagoland > > area. I have always > > had an interest in hauntings, and I discovered > > your website through a > > search engine. I really enjoyed reading the > > stories, but my heart nearly > > stopped when I read the story about the ghost > > of Clarence Darrow at the > > Museum of Science and Industry. I had an > > encounter with something > > unexplained at this museum in the early 1990's > > which I would like to > > tell you about. > > > > At the time I was dating a young woman, her > > name is Jennifer and she still > > lives in Chicago. Jenny and I are still good > > friends. I had always liked > > that particular museum, by coincedence, a > > gentleman with whom I served in > > the Navy at NAS Glenview, had become the > > director of > > safety for the museum. My friend Dave, Jenny > > and I got together one > > afternoon to visit the museum. One place I had > > never been in the museum > > was the Coal Mine exhibit. My father was a > > silver miner, and was killed in > > the Sunshine Mine Disaster near Kellogg, Idaho > > on May 2, 1972. I was only 6 > > at the time. Since I had never been in the > > exhibit, I thought it > > might be interesting to go down into the mine. > > From the moment I got off > > the elevator, strange things began to happen to > > me. I have never been > > claustrophobic in my life, however, at that > > very moment, I had immense > > trouble breathing, almost as if my chest were > > collapsing. The three of us > > had stopped in front of a drill exhibit, when > > Jenny commented that I was > > holding her hand too tightly. I responded by > > saying that I felt really > > weird. At that point, Jenny said she saw > > behind me the shadow of someone > > who was not there. In fact she said that the > > head of this figure was > > luminescent on the top 1/3 of its head. She > > did not reveal this fact to me > > until later on. Dave asked me if I wanted to > > get out, I said yes. We > > exited the exhibit and I distinctly remember me > > taking at least about 90 > > minutes to calm down. I am now convinced that > > the apparition was that of my > > father, following me and warning me to get out > > of the exhibit. In 1998, > > Jenny visited me here in Spokane, and we took a > > trip to Kellogg. We visited > > the Sunshine Mine where the disaster had > > occured. I did this because I > > wanted to see if she could sense anything > > abnormal. Jenny is a bit more in > > tune with the psychic realm than I am. She > > reported that she felt a sense > > of sadness and despiration at the site, > > however, when she visited my > > father's grave, she felt nothing out of the > > ordinary. > > > > So that is my story, as I actually experienced > > it. Again, I really enjoyed > > reading your accounts on your website. If you > > have any questions about > > this, please feel free to get in touch with me > > via e-mail. Best Wishes. > > > > Rick Findley > > Spokane, Washington > > > > From: "Ricky Findley" Subject: Re: Incident at the Museum of Science and Industry, Chicago. Date: Tue, 02 Jan 2001 04:23:05 Hi Jamie, Please feel free to include my story on your website. I have only had one other ghostly experience in my lifetime. It was in the early 1980's while I was living with my family near Loon Lake, Washington, about 30 miles north of Spokane. One summer night, me, my brother and two other people were standing on the road outside of our home talking. There is a blue lake cabin behind our house, up a hillside across the road. It was a summer evening and it was evening, maybe about 9 or 10 at night. All four of us saw an apparation walking away from the cabin from north to south. This apparation was by my guess about 7 to 8 feet high, dark greyish green in color and there was a distinct dark band where the neck should have been. Almost as if the head was separate from the body. We watched the figure for a good 10 to 15 minutes, but none of us willing to go up and see what it was. It was weaving in and out of the trees on the hillside, then disappeared from view. There is a cemetary less than a mile away from the house, but I do not know if there is a connection. Anyway, if anything else happens to me, I'll let you know. If these things happen to me about every 10 years or so, I am about due, don't you think? Take Care. Rick Findley Spokane, Washington From: Mike "dante129" I wanted to tell you guys of a weird series of events that has happened recently to me. Five years ago I moved in to my Grandfather's home in order to assist my parents in caring for him and his failing health. In September, due to his weak condition, my grandfather fell and hit his head. This injury caused blood on the brain (I think it was called a hemotoba?). This in turn created a great deal of delusions and hallucinations on his part. He was very confused from that point on. The doctors said they could not operate because he was so weak that the surgery would kill him. They sent him home with hospice care. He died on October 31, 2000 in his own home and my current residence (An interesting side note- Minutes before he passed he focused on something in the room that was not any of us and said "you look so pretty in that blue dress. I'll be there in a sec" I believe he was speaking to my grandmother who had died seven years earlier. When they met in the 1920's she was dressed for church in a blue dress which he referred to for years afterward. He always talked about the "most beautiful women in the world and that pretty blue dress".) About a two weeks ago, I started having weird things happen around the house. I had kept seeing thing move out of the corner of my eye. My dogs (I have three Labs)would on occasion bark at nothing (this made things very unusual as the dogs rarely bark at anything including other animals or strangers). I had the feeling of being watched. When I was downstairs I could have sworn I heard footsteps upstairs when no one was home and the dogs were with me. The biggest incident was a fan I have in my room spun 90 degrees and stopped while I watched it. All these occurances I had explained away as my mind playing tricks on me. The fan I just excused as it being a mechanical problem (It is an occilating fan). Last night my Mother began asking me about my experiences ghost hunting. This is unusual for her as she had always been frightened by the subject of Spirits and Ghosts. After extensively questioning me on the subject she confessed to have many weird experiences at home here of late. She too has felt as though she is being watched. She heard on several different times heard her name being called. No one was home at the time. I then shared my experiences with her. She was comforted to know someone else was experiencing some thing too. Within minutes of finishing the conversation, A deer head fell of the wall and on to a display of my mother's collection of Emit Kelly clowns and then to the floor. My grandfather was a avid hunter and his deer heads were among his prized possesions. Not one of the clowns were broken and I looked and the hooks and the wall where it was hanging and there seemed to be no damage to either. The hooks were not bent and the wall showed no sign of give. We did not discuss it as my Mother appeared upset. I am not sure if this is a series of coincidences or if there is something more to it. I have done a fair amount of ghost hunting and research in the last two years so I know the dangers of jumping to conclusions and their affect on credibility but I can't help but wonder if my Grandfather was so confused due to the fall that his spirit is unaware of his passing. mike Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2001 00:40:38 -0800 From: Daisy Martell Subject: The Buffalo Skull This story was told to me by my auntie. My auntie's husband "Willie" and his friends (two of Willie's friends were brothers) stole stuff out of a shed that belonged to a medicine man, including a buffalo skull. After taking the buffalo skull to the brothers' house things started getting weird. One of the men were in the kitchen getting a drink of water when he looked out of the window and saw an old Indian man looking at him, he dropped the glass and ran to the living room. After telling the others what happened there was a banging on the front door, when they answered the door no one was there. After they sat down the banging happened again this time they went outside and walked around the house it had just snowed so there weren't any footprints, but their own. They went back inside the house and the banging happened again one of the men yelled "Knock it off!!" then the banging grew louder and harder it shook the house. Later my auntie said something was probably sitting on the house reaching down to bang on the door. One of the brothers got so scared he left the house to sleep on the church steps, the rest of the men all carried the skull out of the house as they were carrying the skull they could hear someone walking right behind them, they carried the skull to Willie's and my aunties trailer which was about a block away. Then they buried the skull under the trailer. Nights later my auntie woke up to see some one in the bedroom doorway staring at her and Willie she could see the outline of him, she was so scared she reached over to turn on the lamp but knocked it off the stand. She started shaking Willie and woke him up by then the man or what ever it was was gone, my auntie knew it was something evil she told Willie he had to take that buffalo skull back. And another time my uncle was watching my aunties trailer while they were out of town, he went to her house to feed their dogs and as he was leaving he heard loud footsteps running up the hall toward him, he was out of there! 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Artist Ethelyn Woodlock is a vibrant and energetic woman for her 93 years of life. Ethelyn's home, like her life, is a museum of her works. Additionally, Ethelyn is a psychic artist. She has experienced life in a haunted house in New Jersey and has interacted with ghosts through her paintings, some of which are housed, in her Largo home. The local ghost investigation team, consisting of Karen and Lee West, Shelley Provost, and Brandy Buchanan toured Ms. Woodlock's home and examined her paintings. Ethelyn first experienced ghosts in 1952 when she and her family, her husband and two daughters, moved into a Victorian house in New Jersey. Ethelyn researched her home and found out the house was reputed to be haunted. The most prominent ghost was that of a young girl named Rose. Rose was about 16 years old when she died. She had fallen in love with a man and had become pregnant. Her aunt, in a rage, condemned her for her infidelity and filled the young girl with so much remorse that Rose committed suicide by jumping out of her bedroom window. Rose haunted the home from that time onward. The cruel aunt also haunted the house, an angry presence that also appeared in one of Ethelyn's paintings. "Rose appeared in my painting ECHOING FOOTSTEPS, but was not painted consciously. I had made the frame to look like the doorway to what used to be Rose's room in the Victorian home. We had heard Rose walking there many times. Rose manifested in the wallpaper painting in the picture. Wanting no definite design, I had painted wallpaper in muted greens and grays and had been sloppy about it. Rose appears with deep-set eyes, bangs, golden brown hair, and a small mouth. The breasts and one arm show, her hands are hidden," Ethelyn said. "The aunt is also in the painting as a profile in the doorway painted at the top of the stairs." Ethelyn enlisted the aid of the churches, who prayed for Rose, but she still remained unable to cross over to the other side. So, Ethelyn took matters into her own hands. Calling upon her intuitive side, having been coached by friends of hers, and studying on her own, Ethelyn decided to give Rose what she wanted so desperately in her life: a family. Taking brush in hand, she began to paint Rose into a family portrait with Jody, her love, and the unborn baby instead a healthy child. "She was the lady of the house, part of the family. This was her wish come true," Ethelyn explained. "I had always said that if Rose went to Heaven she would let me know. And so she did. In ECHOING FOOTSTEPS, where Rose first appeared, her mouth changed. She smiled. I think she took the road to Heaven because I painted her in a happy state, with the husband and children she wished to have." The painting of Rose in ECHOING FOOTSTEPS presently hangs on Ethelyn's wall at her home. The ghost investigation team was able to see this painting and scan it for traces of residue energy. Neither the Electro-Magnetic Field (EMF) meter nor the heat-sensitive sensors found any. However, Rose was not the only ghost Ethelyn helped to cross over to the other side. A friend of hers had a ghost who, at one point, tried to attach the friend. Again, the artist took up brush and painted for a ghost. "I painted a tunnel, and I took it to her house. I put the painting down and I said 'There is the tunnel to the other side. You need to go now.' I showed him the light and he left." Though Ethelyn had only a print of this painting two scans revealed that the print held some form of EMF energy both when it was hanging on the wall and leaning against a chair. The investigative team took it to the middle of Ethelyn's living room to scan the painting again. Ethelyn was also out of the room. Nothing manifested for the third scan. Could it be that since she is no longer in her Victorian home the ghosts no longer reside within her paintings? Were the images mere coincidences? Or were they ghosts that she did she, indeed, help cross fully to the other side? There may be more to this artist's talents than meets the eye.
--- tasha bobasha wrote: > From: "tasha bobasha" > To: ghostlly@yahoo.com > Subject: My experiance > Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2000 05:39:45 -0000 > > Hi, My name is natasha. About a year ago last > July I had a very strange > experiance. I was trying to get to sleep. I > have moved since this > experiance, I used to sleep in the basement. I > had a canopy bed, and I had > tied those door beads that hang over your door > (hippy thing) as my canopy. > So that night I couldn't get to sleep and I had > been packing to move and I > had my mirror tilted up so I could see the > reflection that was straight > ahead of it. I was staring at it and I saw a > dark figure flash its face in > the mirror, then I sat up and saw something > quickly walk beside me, and my > bead started swaying from one end to the other > and I felt something touch my > forehead and I blocked out. > > I remember this so well, Im happy I moved! > > Natasha >--- Ricky Findley wrote: > > Hi, > > > > My name is Rick Findley. I currently live in > > Spokane, Washington, but for 8 > > and a half years, I lived in the Chicagoland > > area. I have always > > had an interest in hauntings, and I discovered > > your website through a > > search engine. I really enjoyed reading the > > stories, but my heart nearly > > stopped when I read the story about the ghost > > of Clarence Darrow at the > > Museum of Science and Industry. I had an > > encounter with something > > unexplained at this museum in the early 1990's > > which I would like to > > tell you about. > > > > At the time I was dating a young woman, her > > name is Jennifer and she still > > lives in Chicago. Jenny and I are still good > > friends. I had always liked > > that particular museum, by coincedence, a > > gentleman with whom I served in > > the Navy at NAS Glenview, had become the > > director of > > safety for the museum. My friend Dave, Jenny > > and I got together one > > afternoon to visit the museum. One place I had > > never been in the museum > > was the Coal Mine exhibit. My father was a > > silver miner, and was killed in > > the Sunshine Mine Disaster near Kellogg, Idaho > > on May 2, 1972. I was only 6 > > at the time. Since I had never been in the > > exhibit, I thought it > > might be interesting to go down into the mine. > > From the moment I got off > > the elevator, strange things began to happen to > > me. I have never been > > claustrophobic in my life, however, at that > > very moment, I had immense > > trouble breathing, almost as if my chest were > > collapsing. The three of us > > had stopped in front of a drill exhibit, when > > Jenny commented that I was > > holding her hand too tightly. I responded by > > saying that I felt really > > weird. At that point, Jenny said she saw > > behind me the shadow of someone > > who was not there. In fact she said that the > > head of this figure was > > luminescent on the top 1/3 of its head. She > > did not reveal this fact to me > > until later on. Dave asked me if I wanted to > > get out, I said yes. We > > exited the exhibit and I distinctly remember me > > taking at least about 90 > > minutes to calm down. I am now convinced that > > the apparition was that of my > > father, following me and warning me to get out > > of the exhibit. In 1998, > > Jenny visited me here in Spokane, and we took a > > trip to Kellogg. We visited > > the Sunshine Mine where the disaster had > > occured. I did this because I > > wanted to see if she could sense anything > > abnormal. Jenny is a bit more in > > tune with the psychic realm than I am. She > > reported that she felt a sense > > of sadness and despiration at the site, > > however, when she visited my > > father's grave, she felt nothing out of the > > ordinary. > > > > So that is my story, as I actually experienced > > it. Again, I really enjoyed > > reading your accounts on your website. If you > > have any questions about > > this, please feel free to get in touch with me > > via e-mail. Best Wishes. > > > > Rick Findley > > Spokane, Washington > > > > From: "Ricky Findley" Subject: Re: Incident at the Museum of Science and Industry, Chicago. Date: Tue, 02 Jan 2001 04:23:05 Hi Jamie, Please feel free to include my story on your website. I have only had one other ghostly experience in my lifetime. It was in the early 1980's while I was living with my family near Loon Lake, Washington, about 30 miles north of Spokane. One summer night, me, my brother and two other people were standing on the road outside of our home talking. There is a blue lake cabin behind our house, up a hillside across the road. It was a summer evening and it was evening, maybe about 9 or 10 at night. All four of us saw an apparation walking away from the cabin from north to south. This apparation was by my guess about 7 to 8 feet high, dark greyish green in color and there was a distinct dark band where the neck should have been. Almost as if the head was separate from the body. We watched the figure for a good 10 to 15 minutes, but none of us willing to go up and see what it was. It was weaving in and out of the trees on the hillside, then disappeared from view. There is a cemetary less than a mile away from the house, but I do not know if there is a connection. Anyway, if anything else happens to me, I'll let you know. If these things happen to me about every 10 years or so, I am about due, don't you think? Take Care. Rick Findley Spokane, Washington From: Mike "dante129" I wanted to tell you guys of a weird series of events that has happened recently to me. Five years ago I moved in to my Grandfather's home in order to assist my parents in caring for him and his failing health. In September, due to his weak condition, my grandfather fell and hit his head. This injury caused blood on the brain (I think it was called a hemotoba?). This in turn created a great deal of delusions and hallucinations on his part. He was very confused from that point on. The doctors said they could not operate because he was so weak that the surgery would kill him. They sent him home with hospice care. He died on October 31, 2000 in his own home and my current residence (An interesting side note- Minutes before he passed he focused on something in the room that was not any of us and said "you look so pretty in that blue dress. I'll be there in a sec" I believe he was speaking to my grandmother who had died seven years earlier. When they met in the 1920's she was dressed for church in a blue dress which he referred to for years afterward. He always talked about the "most beautiful women in the world and that pretty blue dress".) About a two weeks ago, I started having weird things happen around the house. I had kept seeing thing move out of the corner of my eye. My dogs (I have three Labs)would on occasion bark at nothing (this made things very unusual as the dogs rarely bark at anything including other animals or strangers). I had the feeling of being watched. When I was downstairs I could have sworn I heard footsteps upstairs when no one was home and the dogs were with me. The biggest incident was a fan I have in my room spun 90 degrees and stopped while I watched it. All these occurances I had explained away as my mind playing tricks on me. The fan I just excused as it being a mechanical problem (It is an occilating fan). Last night my Mother began asking me about my experiences ghost hunting. This is unusual for her as she had always been frightened by the subject of Spirits and Ghosts. After extensively questioning me on the subject she confessed to have many weird experiences at home here of late. She too has felt as though she is being watched. She heard on several different times heard her name being called. No one was home at the time. I then shared my experiences with her. She was comforted to know someone else was experiencing some thing too. Within minutes of finishing the conversation, A deer head fell of the wall and on to a display of my mother's collection of Emit Kelly clowns and then to the floor. My grandfather was a avid hunter and his deer heads were among his prized possesions. Not one of the clowns were broken and I looked and the hooks and the wall where it was hanging and there seemed to be no damage to either. The hooks were not bent and the wall showed no sign of give. We did not discuss it as my Mother appeared upset. I am not sure if this is a series of coincidences or if there is something more to it. I have done a fair amount of ghost hunting and research in the last two years so I know the dangers of jumping to conclusions and their affect on credibility but I can't help but wonder if my Grandfather was so confused due to the fall that his spirit is unaware of his passing. mike Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2001 00:40:38 -0800 From: Daisy Martell Subject: The Buffalo Skull This story was told to me by my auntie. My auntie's husband "Willie" and his friends (two of Willie's friends were brothers) stole stuff out of a shed that belonged to a medicine man, including a buffalo skull. After taking the buffalo skull to the brothers' house things started getting weird. One of the men were in the kitchen getting a drink of water when he looked out of the window and saw an old Indian man looking at him, he dropped the glass and ran to the living room. After telling the others what happened there was a banging on the front door, when they answered the door no one was there. After they sat down the banging happened again this time they went outside and walked around the house it had just snowed so there weren't any footprints, but their own. They went back inside the house and the banging happened again one of the men yelled "Knock it off!!" then the banging grew louder and harder it shook the house. Later my auntie said something was probably sitting on the house reaching down to bang on the door. One of the brothers got so scared he left the house to sleep on the church steps, the rest of the men all carried the skull out of the house as they were carrying the skull they could hear someone walking right behind them, they carried the skull to Willie's and my aunties trailer which was about a block away. Then they buried the skull under the trailer. Nights later my auntie woke up to see some one in the bedroom doorway staring at her and Willie she could see the outline of him, she was so scared she reached over to turn on the lamp but knocked it off the stand. She started shaking Willie and woke him up by then the man or what ever it was was gone, my auntie knew it was something evil she told Willie he had to take that buffalo skull back. And another time my uncle was watching my aunties trailer while they were out of town, he went to her house to feed their dogs and as he was leaving he heard loud footsteps running up the hall toward him, he was out of there! MORE READERS SUBMISSIONS HOME
> From: "tasha bobasha"
> To: ghostlly@yahoo.com
> Subject: My experiance
> Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2000 05:39:45 -0000
>
> Hi, My name is natasha. About a year ago last
> July I had a very strange
> experiance. I was trying to get to sleep. I
> have moved since this
> experiance, I used to sleep in the basement. I
> had a canopy bed, and I had
> tied those door beads that hang over your door
> (hippy thing) as my canopy.
> So that night I couldn't get to sleep and I had
> been packing to move and I
> had my mirror tilted up so I could see the
> reflection that was straight
> ahead of it. I was staring at it and I saw a
> dark figure flash its face in
> the mirror, then I sat up and saw something
> quickly walk beside me, and my
> bead started swaying from one end to the other
> and I felt something touch my
> forehead and I blocked out.
> I remember this so well, Im happy I moved!
> Natasha
>--- Ricky Findley wrote: > > Hi, > > > > My name is Rick Findley. I currently live in > > Spokane, Washington, but for 8 > > and a half years, I lived in the Chicagoland > > area. I have always > > had an interest in hauntings, and I discovered > > your website through a > > search engine. I really enjoyed reading the > > stories, but my heart nearly > > stopped when I read the story about the ghost > > of Clarence Darrow at the > > Museum of Science and Industry. I had an > > encounter with something > > unexplained at this museum in the early 1990's > > which I would like to > > tell you about. > > > > At the time I was dating a young woman, her > > name is Jennifer and she still > > lives in Chicago. Jenny and I are still good > > friends. I had always liked > > that particular museum, by coincedence, a > > gentleman with whom I served in > > the Navy at NAS Glenview, had become the > > director of > > safety for the museum. My friend Dave, Jenny > > and I got together one > > afternoon to visit the museum. One place I had > > never been in the museum > > was the Coal Mine exhibit. My father was a > > silver miner, and was killed in > > the Sunshine Mine Disaster near Kellogg, Idaho > > on May 2, 1972. I was only 6 > > at the time. Since I had never been in the > > exhibit, I thought it > > might be interesting to go down into the mine. > > From the moment I got off > > the elevator, strange things began to happen to > > me. I have never been > > claustrophobic in my life, however, at that > > very moment, I had immense > > trouble breathing, almost as if my chest were > > collapsing. The three of us > > had stopped in front of a drill exhibit, when > > Jenny commented that I was > > holding her hand too tightly. I responded by > > saying that I felt really > > weird. At that point, Jenny said she saw > > behind me the shadow of someone > > who was not there. In fact she said that the > > head of this figure was > > luminescent on the top 1/3 of its head. She > > did not reveal this fact to me > > until later on. Dave asked me if I wanted to > > get out, I said yes. We > > exited the exhibit and I distinctly remember me > > taking at least about 90 > > minutes to calm down. I am now convinced that > > the apparition was that of my > > father, following me and warning me to get out > > of the exhibit. In 1998, > > Jenny visited me here in Spokane, and we took a > > trip to Kellogg. We visited > > the Sunshine Mine where the disaster had > > occured. I did this because I > > wanted to see if she could sense anything > > abnormal. Jenny is a bit more in > > tune with the psychic realm than I am. She > > reported that she felt a sense > > of sadness and despiration at the site, > > however, when she visited my > > father's grave, she felt nothing out of the > > ordinary. > > > > So that is my story, as I actually experienced > > it. Again, I really enjoyed > > reading your accounts on your website. If you > > have any questions about > > this, please feel free to get in touch with me > > via e-mail. Best Wishes. > > > > Rick Findley > > Spokane, Washington > > > > From: "Ricky Findley" Subject: Re: Incident at the Museum of Science and Industry, Chicago. Date: Tue, 02 Jan 2001 04:23:05 Hi Jamie, Please feel free to include my story on your website. I have only had one other ghostly experience in my lifetime. It was in the early 1980's while I was living with my family near Loon Lake, Washington, about 30 miles north of Spokane. One summer night, me, my brother and two other people were standing on the road outside of our home talking. There is a blue lake cabin behind our house, up a hillside across the road. It was a summer evening and it was evening, maybe about 9 or 10 at night. All four of us saw an apparation walking away from the cabin from north to south. This apparation was by my guess about 7 to 8 feet high, dark greyish green in color and there was a distinct dark band where the neck should have been. Almost as if the head was separate from the body. We watched the figure for a good 10 to 15 minutes, but none of us willing to go up and see what it was. It was weaving in and out of the trees on the hillside, then disappeared from view. There is a cemetary less than a mile away from the house, but I do not know if there is a connection. Anyway, if anything else happens to me, I'll let you know. If these things happen to me about every 10 years or so, I am about due, don't you think? Take Care. Rick Findley Spokane, Washington
From: Mike "dante129" I wanted to tell you guys of a weird series of events that has happened recently to me. Five years ago I moved in to my Grandfather's home in order to assist my parents in caring for him and his failing health. In September, due to his weak condition, my grandfather fell and hit his head. This injury caused blood on the brain (I think it was called a hemotoba?). This in turn created a great deal of delusions and hallucinations on his part. He was very confused from that point on. The doctors said they could not operate because he was so weak that the surgery would kill him. They sent him home with hospice care. He died on October 31, 2000 in his own home and my current residence (An interesting side note- Minutes before he passed he focused on something in the room that was not any of us and said "you look so pretty in that blue dress. I'll be there in a sec" I believe he was speaking to my grandmother who had died seven years earlier. When they met in the 1920's she was dressed for church in a blue dress which he referred to for years afterward. He always talked about the "most beautiful women in the world and that pretty blue dress".) About a two weeks ago, I started having weird things happen around the house. I had kept seeing thing move out of the corner of my eye. My dogs (I have three Labs)would on occasion bark at nothing (this made things very unusual as the dogs rarely bark at anything including other animals or strangers). I had the feeling of being watched. When I was downstairs I could have sworn I heard footsteps upstairs when no one was home and the dogs were with me. The biggest incident was a fan I have in my room spun 90 degrees and stopped while I watched it. All these occurances I had explained away as my mind playing tricks on me. The fan I just excused as it being a mechanical problem (It is an occilating fan). Last night my Mother began asking me about my experiences ghost hunting. This is unusual for her as she had always been frightened by the subject of Spirits and Ghosts. After extensively questioning me on the subject she confessed to have many weird experiences at home here of late. She too has felt as though she is being watched. She heard on several different times heard her name being called. No one was home at the time. I then shared my experiences with her. She was comforted to know someone else was experiencing some thing too. Within minutes of finishing the conversation, A deer head fell of the wall and on to a display of my mother's collection of Emit Kelly clowns and then to the floor. My grandfather was a avid hunter and his deer heads were among his prized possesions. Not one of the clowns were broken and I looked and the hooks and the wall where it was hanging and there seemed to be no damage to either. The hooks were not bent and the wall showed no sign of give. We did not discuss it as my Mother appeared upset. I am not sure if this is a series of coincidences or if there is something more to it. I have done a fair amount of ghost hunting and research in the last two years so I know the dangers of jumping to conclusions and their affect on credibility but I can't help but wonder if my Grandfather was so confused due to the fall that his spirit is unaware of his passing. mike Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2001 00:40:38 -0800 From: Daisy Martell Subject: The Buffalo Skull This story was told to me by my auntie. My auntie's husband "Willie" and his friends (two of Willie's friends were brothers) stole stuff out of a shed that belonged to a medicine man, including a buffalo skull. After taking the buffalo skull to the brothers' house things started getting weird. One of the men were in the kitchen getting a drink of water when he looked out of the window and saw an old Indian man looking at him, he dropped the glass and ran to the living room. After telling the others what happened there was a banging on the front door, when they answered the door no one was there. After they sat down the banging happened again this time they went outside and walked around the house it had just snowed so there weren't any footprints, but their own. They went back inside the house and the banging happened again one of the men yelled "Knock it off!!" then the banging grew louder and harder it shook the house. Later my auntie said something was probably sitting on the house reaching down to bang on the door. One of the brothers got so scared he left the house to sleep on the church steps, the rest of the men all carried the skull out of the house as they were carrying the skull they could hear someone walking right behind them, they carried the skull to Willie's and my aunties trailer which was about a block away. Then they buried the skull under the trailer. Nights later my auntie woke up to see some one in the bedroom doorway staring at her and Willie she could see the outline of him, she was so scared she reached over to turn on the lamp but knocked it off the stand. She started shaking Willie and woke him up by then the man or what ever it was was gone, my auntie knew it was something evil she told Willie he had to take that buffalo skull back. And another time my uncle was watching my aunties trailer while they were out of town, he went to her house to feed their dogs and as he was leaving he heard loud footsteps running up the hall toward him, he was out of there! MORE READERS SUBMISSIONS HOME
I wanted to tell you guys of a weird series of events that has happened recently to me. Five years ago I moved in to my Grandfather's home in order to assist my parents in caring for him and his failing health. In September, due to his weak condition, my grandfather fell and hit his head. This injury caused blood on the brain (I think it was called a hemotoba?). This in turn created a great deal of delusions and hallucinations on his part. He was very confused from that point on. The doctors said they could not operate because he was so weak that the surgery would kill him. They sent him home with hospice care. He died on October 31, 2000 in his own home and my current residence (An interesting side note- Minutes before he passed he focused on something in the room that was not any of us and said "you look so pretty in that blue dress. I'll be there in a sec" I believe he was speaking to my grandmother who had died seven years earlier. When they met in the 1920's she was dressed for church in a blue dress which he referred to for years afterward. He always talked about the "most beautiful women in the world and that pretty blue dress".) About a two weeks ago, I started having weird things happen around the house. I had kept seeing thing move out of the corner of my eye. My dogs (I have three Labs)would on occasion bark at nothing (this made things very unusual as the dogs rarely bark at anything including other animals or strangers). I had the feeling of being watched. When I was downstairs I could have sworn I heard footsteps upstairs when no one was home and the dogs were with me. The biggest incident was a fan I have in my room spun 90 degrees and stopped while I watched it. All these occurances I had explained away as my mind playing tricks on me. The fan I just excused as it being a mechanical problem (It is an occilating fan). Last night my Mother began asking me about my experiences ghost hunting. This is unusual for her as she had always been frightened by the subject of Spirits and Ghosts. After extensively questioning me on the subject she confessed to have many weird experiences at home here of late. She too has felt as though she is being watched. She heard on several different times heard her name being called. No one was home at the time. I then shared my experiences with her. She was comforted to know someone else was experiencing some thing too. Within minutes of finishing the conversation, A deer head fell of the wall and on to a display of my mother's collection of Emit Kelly clowns and then to the floor. My grandfather was a avid hunter and his deer heads were among his prized possesions. Not one of the clowns were broken and I looked and the hooks and the wall where it was hanging and there seemed to be no damage to either. The hooks were not bent and the wall showed no sign of give. We did not discuss it as my Mother appeared upset. I am not sure if this is a series of coincidences or if there is something more to it. I have done a fair amount of ghost hunting and research in the last two years so I know the dangers of jumping to conclusions and their affect on credibility but I can't help but wonder if my Grandfather was so confused due to the fall that his spirit is unaware of his passing.
mike
Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2001 00:40:38 -0800 From: Daisy Martell Subject: The Buffalo Skull
This story was told to me by my auntie. My auntie's husband "Willie" and his friends (two of Willie's friends were brothers) stole stuff out of a shed that belonged to a medicine man, including a buffalo skull. After taking the buffalo skull to the brothers' house things started getting weird. One of the men were in the kitchen getting a drink of water when he looked out of the window and saw an old Indian man looking at him, he dropped the glass and ran to the living room. After telling the others what happened there was a banging on the front door, when they answered the door no one was there. After they sat down the banging happened again this time they went outside and walked around the house it had just snowed so there weren't any footprints, but their own. They went back inside the house and the banging happened again one of the men yelled "Knock it off!!" then the banging grew louder and harder it shook the house. Later my auntie said something was probably sitting on the house reaching down to bang on the door. One of the brothers got so scared he left the house to sleep on the church steps, the rest of the men all carried the skull out of the house as they were carrying the skull they could hear someone walking right behind them, they carried the skull to Willie's and my aunties trailer which was about a block away. Then they buried the skull under the trailer. Nights later my auntie woke up to see some one in the bedroom doorway staring at her and Willie she could see the outline of him, she was so scared she reached over to turn on the lamp but knocked it off the stand. She started shaking Willie and woke him up by then the man or what ever it was was gone, my auntie knew it was something evil she told Willie he had to take that buffalo skull back. And another time my uncle was watching my aunties trailer while they were out of town, he went to her house to feed their dogs and as he was leaving he heard loud footsteps running up the hall toward him, he was out of there!
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