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Hello, I see that you are here... you must be one of those travelers who is seeking for something thrilling, something spooky... I have collected a couple of stories from the net that will intrigue you...bear in mind, that these stories may be true,that there is something out there...something paranormal.....

Red Haired Girl

From: "Angie McIntosh" (beamship@hotmail.com)
To: obiwan@netcom.com
Subject: ghost story
Date: Fri, 19 Sep 1997 16:14:28 PDT

The story that I am about to tell did not happen to me, but it came from a very reliable source, so I think it's safe to say that it is a true story.

Years ago, a friend of mine, I'll call her Kate, moved her family into a nice little house in a quaint little subdivision. She really liked the neighborhood, but didn't like to be in the house alone because she said that sometimes it would give her the creeps.

Her daughter ( Who is one of my best friends, and who I will call Lisa ) was about 5 years old at the time and had just started school. Every morning at about 7:30 the kids would get on the bus to go to school, leaving Kate alone in the house until 3:30 that afternoon. While they were gone, she would busy herself with typical house keeping things like laundry and such.

Now Lisa had a favorite doll which she kept with her at all times, but her teacher at school said that it was a distraction to the class, so she had to start leaving the beloved doll at home. When Kate was picking up her room that morning, she noticed the doll lying in the floor, so she put it in the middle of the freshly made bed. She then proceeded outside to hang her laundry on the line. When she came back into her house, the doll was lying in the middle of the living room floor. At first she figured that the dog ( They had a small poodle at the time ) had drug it off the bed, and this really annoyed her because she feared that the pup had probably rumpled the covers that she
had just made. She picked the doll up and took it back to the bedroom and was surprised to see that the bed had not been rumpled. She put the doll back in it's place, then went to take a shower. When she was finished, she decided to check her clothes that she had drying on the line, and proceeded through the house to the back door. There was the doll, lying in the middle of the living room floor. She again picked the doll up and put it back on the bed, and then shut the bedroom door. She went out to check the laundry, and when she came back to the living room, there the doll was again! Kate is a very matter of fact woman, so as strange as it sounds, she decided that if the doll wanted to be in the living room, then that is where it would stay, and she left it there until Lisa returned from school.

A few weeks went by and Kate forgot all about the incident with the doll, the way we all dismiss strange disturbing things from our minds after a while. Then things began to get really weird.

Kate would be awakened at night hearing Lisa arguing to herself. She would then go to her room to find out what the problem was. Lisa would say that the little girl who lived in her closet kept taking her doll. Kate blew this off as a little kids imagination, and thought that Lisa was just going through the " imaginary friend " stage that allot of children go through. After being awakened for the third time that night by Lisa, Kate just said " Well, if your friend wants the doll that bad, why don't you let her have it. And tell her that it's too late for you to play, and that you have to go to bed. Now get some sleep. " She heard nothing else from Lisa for the rest of the night.

A few mornings later, Lisa woke up in a really bad mood. Kate ask her what the problem was, and Lisa replied that she wanted to play with her doll, but Kate had made her give it to the mean little girl. Kate then told Lisa that she only meant for the little girl to borrow it, but she could play with it now, so they went to her room to get the doll. It was lying in the bottom of the closet.
Kate ask Lisa what her friends name was, and Lisa said she didn't know. The little girl wouldn't talk. She just stared at her and took her doll away. So Kate, playing along with Lisa's game, said, " Now little girl, Lisa is going to take her doll back, and if you don't start playing nice, you won't be aloud to play with Lisa anymore." Thinking this would satisfy the child, Lisa just looked at Kate and said," Mom, she can't hear you, she's not even here right now. She won't come until I go to bed."

So, over the next week or so, Kate played along with Lisa's story about the mean red haired little girl who only stared and took toys away. One day when Lisa was at school, Kate was out hanging laundry. She began talking to her neighbor, and the conversation turned to the funny things that kids do. She told her neighbor all about Lisa's imaginary friend with the bad attitude. Kate thought that the whole thing was very cute and kind of funny at times. Her neighbour just looked at her weird for a few minutes and then ask if Kate knew anything about the house She was living in. Kate said she knew that it had been there for a while, but she didn't really know much more than that. Her neighbor then told her something that sent chills up her spine.

About 5 years before, a couple lived in the house with their daughter. The girl was about 7 years old. One day when the girl stepped off her school bus, she dropped a book and it slipped underneath behind the tire. She crawled underneath to get it, but the driver didn't know she was there and the poor girl was crushed by the bus. She died instantly. The neighbour had lived there for many years, and knew the girls mother well. She was devastated and her husband finally had to move her out of the house because she kept screaming that her little girl was there. When Kate ask what colour of hair the child had, she replied red. She had long beautiful red hair.

Kate was horrified and only returned to the house to get her car keys. She went to stay with her mother and would not even return to the house to pack. Her husband and brothers had to do all the work. They left the doll in the closet at Kates request.

Lisa is now 22 years old. I ask her if she remembered anything of this incident and she said yes, she remembered the little red haired girl very well. She said she was so young at the time that it never occurred to her that the girl was a ghost. She thought it was just a little girl. She would come out of her closet and set on the end of her bed, and yes, she would sometimes take her doll away. The girl never said a word. She would just stare, and Lisa would usually fall asleep with her staring at her, but she was never afraid of her. As a matter of fact, she can remember being very angry at her mother for moving out of the house without letting her say good-bye to the little girl.

5th Street House

Date: Tue, 23 Sep 1997 00:04:26 -0700
From: Zanna (zanna@oocities.com)
To: ghost-discuss@aurora.cdb.com
Subject: The housemates that didn't pay rent. (Kinda Long)

Amanda, Lori and everybody:

The following story really happend, and it solidified my belief in ghosts. It's a bit on the wordy side, but I'd like to give you a feel for the place. Please excuse any spelling and grammer errors - it's getting late. ;-)

I was eighteen in 1986; it was also the year I moved in with my boyfriend, Gary. The house we lived in was a faded green Victorian on 5th Street, in Downtown San Jose. It was surounded by trees, which was nice in the heat of the day but at night the trees, and a very weak porch light, lent it a sinister appearance. The house, itself, had a bit of character. There were deadbolt locks on every upstairs door but the bathroom, the floor of which slanted downward, south to north. Railroad tracks ran behind the yard, and when a train came, the entire house shook.

We shared the second story with two other housemates, Veronica and Tanya (plus a few felines). Veronica and Tanya were heavy into the club scene, Gary worked nights, I worked days, so oftentimes I found myself alone in the evenings.

I don't remember when the noises started. I seem to recall it still being winter because I was getting home from work at 7pm and it was dark already. So here I am, little more than a kid, by myself with only my books, a kitty and the T.V. for company. Usually around 9pm the activity would start. Sounds of things being picked up, put down, cupboards opening and shuting and the occasional water running. It sounded very much like people making dinner. At first I thought it was the neighbors downstairs. I hadn't seen anyone coming or going, but I checked with the landlady anyway: No neighbors had come and gone because there were no neighbors to come and go. EEK!

Same senario continued to occur, but now 'they' added the muffeled sounds of conversation to the mix. One morning I shouted 'goodbye' to Tanya as I was going downstairs, heading off to work. She asked me the following morning if I came back upstairs for anything. "No," I replied, "Why do you ask?" She said after I went down and out the main door, she thought she heard my footsteps coming back up, but when she poked her head out of her room, there was no one on the landing.

We called a house meeting. We agreed the person or persons who were lurking about seemed relitively harmless, if a bit noisy. The decision was made to treat he/she/they as though they(?) 'lived' with us. It worked out quite well. One night shortly thereafter, I was trying to get to sleep and 'they' were still banging around. I gathered my courage and stepped out into the kitchen and
said "Hey! Some of us have to get up tomorrow, so could you _please_ tone it down!" Imagine my relief and suprise when 'they' did. It took me a while to get to sleep.

I believe the house was inhabited by more than just the 'dinner people'. We all had strange and scary dreams and Gary did a lot of sleepwalking. I caught him once on the landing, about to take the stairs. As I steared him back to bed I asked him what he was doing, "I had to check the car" was his response. One night Gary woke me with the sound of his heavy breathing. When I asked him what was wrong, he said he woke up in a cold sweat, overcome with a feeling of terror. Upon opening his eyes, he said he saw a figure, like a shadow, hovering over him and when I spoke it shrank in size as it went back up into the ceiling. Gary was shaking all over while trying to logically analyze what happend. No such luck. (Even now, a decade later when I write this, I'm getting that creepy you-better-look-over-your-shoulder feeling.)

The disturbances continued on into the summer and fall, though the 'shadow guy' never did come back. We moved in October of '87 - it took a month for the sleepwalking and the dreams to stop. In our new appartment, all we had to contend with was a real, live, upstairs neighbor we nick-named Clodfoot Thunderheel for obvious reasons.

Thus endth the saga of the House on 5th Street.

G'Night All,
Zanna

Tree Ghost

OK.. I have been enjoying all of your neat stories for months now, so it is high time I throw one out myself. This one is actually second-hand. Hope no one minds :).

I was around 14 and was intrigued by scary stories. My father had seen me reading a book of ghost stories, so one day at dinner he told me this...

A woman he works with had just recently moved into a new home after having many problems in its purchase. The house was previously owned by an elderly woman who had put the house on the market one prior time. My father's coworker had expressed interest then, and the deal had been negotiated with one very odd stipulation... that a large, old tree in the yard would not be cut down nor removed. It was, the old woman said, very important to her departed husband. She agreed to the stipulation, but nevertheless, the old woman pulled out of the deal.

Months went by and my father's coworker never found as nice a place as that home. It so happened that the woman soon passed on and the house was on the market... this time I suppose, by her estate. My father's coworker quickly put in a reasonable bid and obtained the home. The thing was is that after living there a while, she wanted to have a guest bedroom added on, and the most practical and asthetic place to add it was - you guessed it - on the exact spot as that old tree. She rightfully thought that since the deal had actually fallen through the first time, that she was not under any promises to the old woman to keep that tree, so the guest bedroom was built at its expense.

Shortly after completion, the strange events began to occur. She would periodically go into the room to check on its order and every time would find the bedspread turned down as if waiting for someone to sleep there. She would always tuck it back in, but it would never remain. Undaunted, she still had guests over. The one story related to me was when she had I think it was her brother and his wife over for a few days. They got the guest room. In the middle of the evening her brother was rattled awake and groggily turned to his wife and told her to quit moving the bed. When she professed her innocence, they both came wide awake and realized that the bottom of the bed was a couple feet off the ground and shaking rather vigorously.

The only other story I remember being related about this room was when she had guests for the day over (i guess she learned her lesson with overnights). These guests included a small boy around the age of four. Since she had never had any serious problems with the room, especially during the daytime, she had no qualms about leaving the door open. Apparently the child wandered in the room, and was playing by himself when they heard him begin to cry. Rushing into the room, they saw the child crying hard as he ran into his mother's arms. The mother asked him whatever was he crying about. The only thing that he would say was "I don't like this room. That chair moves around all by itself." After that my father said that his coworker was freaked out enough to lock door and stop using the room. He offered to get my sister and I a chance to stay the night there, but after that story, I'm afraid I chickened out. Well, that's it for this one. If you like it, I have one or two more.....

Todd

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