I was around the age of 10. I grew up in my great-grandmother's old house. The house was made up of two apartments, one in the front and one in the back, so both sections of the house had a bathroom, several bedrooms, kitchens and livings rooms. The front part of the house seemed like just a normal house, but the back part had a completely different atmosphere. The back part was my living quarters, 6 rooms to myself while my parents stayed in the front part, never experiencing anything. When I spoke of random happenings, such as doors flying open, hearing my name called, seeing things move by themselves, I was disregarded as an imaginative child and told to go back into that hellhole.
This particular night, I decided to sleep in one of the small bedrooms in the back, whereas I usually slept on the couch-bed in the back living room. In this bedroom, I had a paper butterfly hanging from my ceiling. I lay there trying to go to sleep, facing toward the ceiling, when something just made me open my eyes. I did so to find that butterfly spinning around wildly. I was frightened so I got up and ran to the front living groom where my parents were. Telling them about it did no good, they just said I was imagining it and told me to go back to bed. I did reluctantly and found that the butterfly was no longer spinning, so maybe I did imagine it. Within minutes I heard a strange rumbling noise coming from the kitchen in the next room. There were some small, metal floor cabinets in that room and I automatically thought that it sounded as if those were being scooted across the floor. The sound continued as I stared up and through the door of my bedroom into the living room as if something were coming to get me.
While the sound continued, a quick flash of light darted through the living room, it looked like lightning streaking through. Then my mother came into the back living room, at which time the sounds and the light ceased. I mentioned the sound and light and she sat in silence and finally said that there was a storm brewing outside, it was probably just that. She left and all was still for a few minutes. Then the faint sound of a voice. Murmuring, I couldn't understand it. Then little giggles, slightly louder than the speaking. It sounded like the giggles of a little girl. With that thought, the sound of small feet running in the other rooms became very distinct, I could feel the vibrations of feet hitting the floor. I quickly threw my covers over my head, my heart racing so quickly I thought it would pound out of my chest. The sounds seemed to get louder and louder until they stopped completely.
Then the bed sunk beside my feet. Oh gosh was I shaking, whatever was on my bed had to feel how scared I was. I thought about it. What good was it doing to sit there beneath the covers? I should face my terror, face what was doing this. I slowly pulled the cover from my eyes, just down to my nose. WHOA!!! A little girl sitting at the end of my bed, staring at the floor. She had lovely long, brown curly hair, a blue and white polka dot dress and shiny white shoes. She was no older than seven. As I moved out of the cover to see more of this seemingly sad child, the bed creaked and her head spun round to face me. No face...no where. She had no eyes, no nose, no mouth. Just a mist. Wow...what was I to think? I didn't have much time to do so because in that instant she disappeared. All was silent the rest of the night, but needless to say, I still did not sleep.
When my mother was young she had a sort of near death experience. I was just born then, so she told me about it when I grew up. My mother went to the hospital to take a blood test, and she is afraid of any injection and blood, so she already sensed that it would be "painful." We got into the doctor's room and he took some blood from her vein (I really don't know about this whole process). During that my Mom felt dizzy and told the doctor she's gonna pass out if he won't help her. Then she doesn't really remember what happened. All she remembers is she was in a dark tunnel, and as much as she's afraid of the dark, she wasn't scared then.
She told me that it was sort of a dark tunnel, she was running through the dark, then at the end of the tunnel she saw a light, and felt something she never felt before.........a protection, happiness, joy and love at the same time....my Mom told me she felt really safe and good and didn't wanna go back... But the doctors brought her to life. In the tunnel she started hearing their voices, "Wake up, please! Come on, you gotta live!"...something like that. After that my Mom woke up and the doctors told her that she was all pale, but lucky she stayed alive.....
As for Ghosts, I had plenty of stories about them....I have seen one when I was 15, I got so scared that I thought I would die. Nothing special, it's just my fear, so I prayed I will never meet a ghost again! Yeah right! Two years later I moved from Russia here to USA, and I become aware of some ghosts in my house......Like right now I'm not asleep because some ghost woke me up and I'm looking for a banishing spell on your website.
Liana
I have had something happen to me and my family that has totally changed our lives. I have found out through a paranormal investigator that I do have spirits in my house. I don't mean just a few I mean a lot. I had to call someone out to help me with this and the investigators think that someone in the woods behind my house had opened a doorway to the other side. Maybe from playing with a ouija board or witchcraft. I don't know but they are everywhere. It started with my cat running around the house like something was chasing her. Playing with something in the air that is not there. I take a picture with my digital camera and I see orbs. Not always orbs sometimes faces. I was told I had some kind of special ability and that I just didn't know how to use it. Sometimes I can feel there presence. I know when there here. Investigators told me they were attached to me. Sometimes I smell odors like a sweet smell or a tobacco smell. When I take pictures you can see them in the walls. That sounds crazy but it's true. I have over 50 pictures to prove it. There was one that I did see without the camera. Some of theses faces just don't look normal.
About a year ago I decided to try to get answers I was in desperate need of so I purchased a Psychic Board. I called upon a spirit who was very nice at first but became a nuisance over time because I could actually feel when she wanted to talk to me. Months went by, and it got to the point where I wasn't even comfortable being at home or anywhere else because this spirit would bother me or wake me from my sleep to get me to bring the board out to talk to her. I could feel the sensation at work through my body so intensely that I had to bring the board to work with me and go out to my car and talk to her during my break. I felt this thing was drawing energy from me and was getting worse! I was so scared I did not know what to do.
I became so desperate I went and consulted a personal psychic reader whom I have known for years. She told me this spirit was a female and wanted to help me, but she felt it was not a good thing because it was running my life. She told me the spirit loved me and wanted to be part of my life and, because of that, it was practically running my whole life by bothering me and feeding off my energy somehow. She told me to get rid of the board and the handle. So when I got home I felt the board talking to me again, and it knew it was goodbye. I talked to it one last time, and I cried as I let go. I felt the spirit's pain in my heart to the point where I could not control the feeling of loneliness and sorrow. Tears would roll down my face without me thinking of crying as I said goodbye to her for the last time.
Well, long story short, it came back to haunt me three months after I threw the board out. This time with a friend. Very nasty! How???? Automatic writing. I'm still trying to fight it and get rid of it. I'm so afraid it may try to overrun me again. I control it by praying, meditation prayer and ignoring it. I know that "Paula" (the prior spirit) is with this new one who calls himself "Mario" and he is one nasty spirit. He lies all of the time and begs me to release them. He is angry I threw Paula away and pretends to be my friend. I have done research on how to try to get rid of them. I am getting desperate because I'm afraid that it will never leave me alone. So right now I'm thinking of performing protection spells in order to help me. I cut Rosemary branches and placed them in my house which has also helped. But I ran out and need to find more because as soon as run out, the thing comes right back.
I always feel a tingling sensation in my right hand. Sometimes I feel as if my hand is so tired I have to let it go and, when I do, my hand begins to write. The things I have written are just a bunch of bologna and lies. Other times they beg me for help, talk about stupid stuff or are just mean and threatening. Do you have any further suggestions on how to get rid of annoying spirits like these? I know I'm lucky. I have read some horror stories of how people release bad spirits, demons and ghosts when using Ouija boards. At least I can control and ignore it to where it gives up and leaves me alone. Can you help with any further suggestions?
He sold time. Queer as it may sound, he did. He sold it to many people who didn't even realize what time meant. Poor souls. They were made up of blacks and whites and didn't understand how colorful life can be. Some of them seemed to be in such a tearing hurry that they didn't realize when their ambition got the better of them. They were blind. Moving towards the sea of desire which like quick sand just didn't let them know that all they ever gave in to was sheer imagery. They were ostensibly far from the real thing. Then there were the others who believed that they had plenty of time on them. All he did was smile. No matter what the weather was. He never questioned his lot. His life was a flurry of activity. He had traveled everywhere. But was still keen to know his destination. His journeys did have a starting point but where they'd end was unknown to him too.
The only certain thing about him was an uncertainty that always loomed large. His time piece shop was located right in the center of the main street in a small town. He hadn't always been like this. At 60, he had somehow stabilized the effect left by the ebb and flow of the sea that we all call the mind. His was the age that one would return to childhood with grandchildren and the works. But he was a loner and death had always fascinated him. Even then he loved every minute of his life and savored every bit of it with relish.
In his hey day his passion for life was at its peak. He just went ahead and conquered. He was blue blooded and had a royal lineage which few could boast of today. He was the grand child of the Maharaja of Jaipur. The first woman in his life was a German. Shocking as it may were in those times his father had rebelled much to the chagrin of the family and married a pretty German girl with little to her name (and fame).
A foreign peasant girl was marrying the sole heir of a vast kingdom? Although his grandfather was a man of liberal views and gave the children their due once they were adults he was mighty unhappy with the development and the wedding passed off as a bad dream. As the German was still making inroads to the huge royal family trying to adjust to the flashy lifestyle and the conservative approach that towards Indian women it was time for the stork to pay a visit in the Rana household.
A handsome green-eyed baby proved to be a harbinger of happiness in the house and wiped almost all scars caused by the wedding. Time flew by but as
we know the fickle ways of fate - his grandfather passed away when he was barely four. Along with the other legacies that royalty brings with it his
grandfather had left him with a strange gift.
While his father took to alcohol as his guilt got the better of him and the lure of the bottle soaked up the family fortune. His mother put up with
her lot patiently till one day his father returned home and in a fit of fury beat her to unconsciousness. The next morning she was not to be found
anywhere and rumor had it that she had returned to her homeland happier being a peasant than the wife of a hopeless heir. What struck him so hard was the price he was paying for no fault of his.
The next morning brought a little wisdom with it. His father realized his folly after he lost his wife to her homeland. He hugged him and cried like a new born who sees the light after nine months of darkness. He vowed to improve the quality of their existence. After all they had only each other to go to. The rest of the family had alienated them and were satisfied with the little that remained of the family fortune. Feuds come as a package deal with fortune don't they?
They had little to rejoice though. The Raj quit India and before they did they ensured that they 'princely' provinces were reduced to being small dots on the Indian map. They continued to pretend with the scraps of royalty that were thrown to them by the Indian Government. But his father decided to move to Delhi with a dear friend and set up a small antique business. It flourished and he traveled far and wide while dealing with rare antique pieces.
He was a fine young man of 25 now. Their hard work paid off and there wasn't much to complain about. Until they discovered his father had a liver
failure and had not less than a month to live. As life was fleeting by his father expressed his desire to get even with his guilt. Tried as he might he couldn't trace his wife. He shuddered to call her mother because he felt a sense of betrayal. If she could leave him amidst the hell she decided she had enough of, she wasn't really made of the material that puts mothers on almost the same pedestal as God.
But he had a way to find out which he didn't dare use. It was the gift his grandfather left him with. His abilities as a psychic. So powerful were
they that all he had to do was think of anyone from the world yonder and start writing and the spirits communicated with him. This he discovered at
the age of five but didn't breathe a word of it to anyone, as he was scared he might be pushed to use the ability for the wrong reasons.
His father was getting bitter as he approached his end. He felt like he was in this dark tunnel which didn't seem to end. Feeling sorry for his
father, he decided to reveal his psychic ability. Much to his surprise, his father breathed a sigh of relief and begged to speak to his grandfather to apologize. He wrote frantically and his grandfather forgave him at last. Having heard this, his father left him in the world all alone. He continued to look after the business and by and by his psychic abilities increased manifold. As a healer he didn't have enough time for himself and the business suffered too as he didn't heal for the money.
He was almost 30 now and his healing sessions now extended to tracing peoples past lives and he helped people clear the effects left by negative
karma. One such case made him realize his humanness. He felt very little as he exhausted all his emotional energy in the healing sessions. A beautiful 19 year old visited him regularly as she kept very ill. On insistence of her friends she started visiting him as she couldn't deal with her illness which he rightly put messages from her soul. The past life session revealed that she was only making even the negative karma spill over from her last incarnation. She had committed suicide in her last birth.
That's why she was constantly ill even though she loved life. And he was falling in love with her. She realized the chemistry too but chose to shy
away from it. While he wanted to know what came their way she just decided to stop visiting him one day. He experienced the familiar pang of betrayal. His faith wavered, he dashed straight for her house only to witness a funeral in tow. She was dead. Her grief stricken family told him she had blood cancer and there was no hope.
That night she contacted him and told him how much she loved him but he didn't want him to feel he had lost her because of her illness so she
maintained a distance. He smiled the saddest smile and decided to take charge of his life. He closed down the antique business and in its stead took a dealership from a popular watch company and life continued to amuse him. Two decades have passed and his life continues to be the same.
He thinks life is far more difficult than death can ever be. If you can conquer life, you have gone more than half the distance, done more than your
bit. After all you chose it so all you are doing is exercising your choice, aren't you? With a glow on his face and the eternal flame of love in his
heart he continues to heal and sell time knowing fully well that his stock of time will end soon and continues to sell time.
Hello. I'm a 21-year-old female student and I would like to share an experience of mine that doesn't fit under a ghost story (although I've experienced that, too) but it definitely can be placed under the paranormal category. I'm from Logan, Utah and live on a bench of the Wasatch mountains. My story takes place about two years ago in the summertime. I was discussing UFO's and shadow people with my 11-year-old brother. He claims to have seen numerous shadow people walking about in our basement and elsewhere. Though my parents (especially my Father) are a bit skeptical, he never sleeps without his desk lamp on.
So there we were talking about paranormal experiences, etc. I remember it being really late-somewhere in the vicinity of midnight to one in the morning. We went out onto our back patio to further continue our discussion. It's really quite a view from our house-you can see the entire valley and all the lights, but that night was really dark-there were no stars out. I was leaning with my arms on the plastic railing that went around the patio and was feeling totally at ease. So the sight of a black craft inconspicuously drifting above the neighborhood towards our house didn't seem to upset me.
I don't remember being afraid-I don't remember feeling anything much except dumbfounded. It was almost as if I was hypnotized. It was really low (you could probably touch the bottom of it with your hand or a pole if you stood on our roof) and made no sound when it moved. It came right to us and stopped over our heads for about 30 seconds. I noticed that it was triangular in shape and had three lights on each corner, but the lights made no shadow.
All of a sudden it took off at the most incredible speed with only the sound of stirred-up wind. It was gone from our house to the mountain in a matter of seconds-I kid you not. I remember us running to the side of the house and peeking around the corner to see if it had come back. Then, strangely, I seemed to forget all about it for a year or so. My brother and I didn't talk about it for some time. My Mother asked me why I didn't wake her or my Father up and why we weren't upset. I honestly couldn't give her an answer. We just went to bed afterwards and that was that.
You would think I'd be going, "what the he...???" I don't think it really registered for the longest time. I suppose I just didn't truly believe, even though I thought I did, in what my brother had to say. My first thought was that it was a stealth fighter. I know we have some Air Force bases in Utah and I wondered if it was military-related. I asked my Mother and she said they do make noise, so I have no idea what it really was. So that's my strange, but true story, and I hope you enjoyed it.
Hi my name is Skye. We live in Australia (that is, my family and I). Here is my little story for you. I thought you might like it. We have lots of strange, weird and wonderful things that have happened to us throughout the years. This ghosty one is about the shortest and easiest I can type up for you. We lived in a house for just on 6 years. It was the type of house that when you first look at it you think, nope, definitely not. But it was our last choice and we had a deadline to meet.
Moving is always fun, and getting to know the house and the area are fun, too, so the house grew on us. So too did its ghosts. Now I must point out here that we are a family that doesn't react much to ghosts and strange phenomena because we all have a lot of it going on........seems to run in the family........but none of us dig deep to understand it or even attempt to use it. We think we already know and that's enough, lol :)
We believe that the ghosties were not directly connected to the house itself but more to the land. There were 3 ghosts. One that was unidentifiable and was ever present. The second one was a young person around age 8 to 10 going by his size (I say he because it felt like a he). And, the 3rd one was definitely a he....very strong and masculine in presence. The ever present ghost you could feel all the time. It often presented itself as a tiny speck of light and would deliberately cross your line of sight to be seen, especially between the hours of 7 PM 'til 1 AM. A lot of visitors saw that little light and some became unnerved by it. One visitor even vowed never to come back because it freaked her out too much. To us it was just one of those things. It was just there and, as long as it didn't hurt anyone, why worry?
The 2nd one I only saw once, but my children and husband saw it more often. One cold winter night my husband and I decided to sleep in the lounge as that is where the heater was. I woke up around 2 AM and felt that one of the kids was up wandering around. I sat up and listened while looking at the entrance to the lounge room. There was a shape of a child, I thought it was one of mine, clearly a human child but no real way of seeing any features because it was just too dark.
I asked, "Who is out of bed?" and strangely I got no reply. I asked again in a more stern voice, still no answer and still I was staring at this figure in the doorway. It was obvious I thought that it was one of my kids. Finally I growled, "Get back to bed NOW!" in my sternest voice. The shape kind of lit up a bit then just faded like smoke into nothing......did I sleep well after that??? Ha, ha, ha. Not straight away. I was so curious and puzzled I checked on all the kids and even went to investigate doors leading outside in case someone had broken in. All kids were sound asleep and the house secure.
The third ghost, the strong male, hung about in the hallway between the kitchen and laundry/toilet. You would not notice it until you were walking through it. Sometimes you would see a haze and feel the damp cold in that one area, other times you felt like something was barring you from heading that way. Visitors, too, felt this one. I think only me and my family saw the child, but the little light and the hall guard were seen/felt by all. You know I kind of miss them but we are in a new house now and it has a ghosty, too. We feel it but we haven't seen it yet. I think it's shy. Take care. With love luck and laughter to you and yours.......Skye
I'm not a very good storyteller but here goes. It was a day where I was feeling so alone, sad and miserable. A few months after my Father died and I was still feeling so bad about losing him. At the same time, I was having money problems and I didn't get even get one call from one of the jobs I applied for. I wanted to just crawl into my bed and never wake up. I missed my Dad so much..... I was thinking, there was no one to talk to about my fears and dreams anymore (I was closer to my Dad than my Mom). He understood almost everything I did and always stood right behind me.
I was just praying for my Father to give me a sign that everything will be better. I was praying to God to give me a sign. Around midnight, I was watching TV and things ran through my mind. I felt a presence beside me as if someone was there with me; a cold breeze and the smell of roses (very faint but still I could smell it). I said, "Pa, if that is you, please help me to do the right thing and give me some hope, please."
The following day, when I woke up, I felt a little better. I went out and as soon as I got home I had a message from one of the places I applied at and they wanted to arrange an interview with me. Hooray! Someone noticed me! I went to the interview and after three days they offered me the job. Thanks Pa! Things are looking up for me and my family. I know you're watching out for me all the time.
About two or three years ago, a friend of mine lived in a house in Pasadena. One night we had came back from a rock concert and I had stayed the night over his house. His house was an old one, and it split from the upstairs to the downstairs as soon as you walked in the front door. Two
living rooms, one upstairs and one downstairs. My friend and I had slept in the upstairs living room. This room was connected to the dinning room
which was connected to the kitchen, so there was no wall dividing any of the three rooms. I had slept on the couch that faced directly across from the dinning room so the arm of the couch and my head was facing the dinning room. My friend had the love-seat by the window.
That night I had been awakened by a dream or nightmare. In the dream I was laying on the couch just as I was in real time, but I was awake in the dream. I heard footsteps coming from down the hall into the kitchen. At first, I thought nothing of it and I kept on laying down. The footsteps continued walking on the hardwood floors in to the dinning room, only a couple of steps away from where I was sleeping. I stopped for a moment to look around, but nobody was around. I laid back down with my head facing the dinning room and the footsteps continued towards me. At that moment a cold sensation had moved into my head and followed along through my neck and body. My heart stopped beating; my lungs had felt like that they had collapsed. My body was motionless until the cold had moved down my body and exited out from my feet. Just then I had woke up, and it felt very weird to me, like it had really happened.
Now, I don't know if it was some kind of warning or physic vision, but at that point the occurrences from my dream were coming true. Laying there awake I was in sheer terror; the footsteps in the dream were walking in the kitchen and progressing into the dinning room. Literally I was shaking as the steps moved closer to me. An arctic cold moved through the top of my head and moved slowly down my body, heart stopped beating, lungs stopped breathing. I thought I was going to die! The coldness passed through my feet and I took the deepest breath I had ever took in my life. Scared to death, I stayed up the rest of the night wondering how could I have known what was going to happen in my dream before it happened? The next day I told my friend and his Mother and she told me that before they moved there a minister lived there. True story. The end.
When I was younger we lived at my Grandmother's house in California. My Grandfather passed away when I was a year old so I didn't know him. My Grandmother always had people at her house for drinking and partying. Sometimes people would notice strange things like people in the hallway they had never seen before. Or, a fire would start in the fireplace by itself when it was in the middle of summer and the fireplace had been completely cleaned out. I never really noticed anything until I became a teenager. One day I heard a loud crash like glass breaking when my Grandmother was taking a shower. She said it was Dempsey (that's my Grandfather's name) trying to get her mad. I laughed it off.
Then one day I was taking a shower and out of nowhere this glass mason jar comes flying right at me; like someone got mad and threw it. I got out and got dressed and looked around the house. No one was there but me. So I shook it off. That night, after my parents went to bed, me and my sister were watching TV when we heard a knock at the door. My sister got up to answer it. No one was there. She sat back down and all heck broke loose. The dishes flew out of the cupboards, the radio turned on and pebbles came flying through the front window shattering it. We got scared and went into my parents' room. The next morning everything was in its place like nothing had ever happened.
As the years went on, little things happened here and there. I got up in the middle of the night and the TV was off but I saw this old lady with long, gray hair in the black screen of the TV. When my friend came to visit, she said she saw someone go into my house so she thought I was home. She went to the door and knocked. No one answered. She knocked again and the door opened. She yelled out my name but I wasn't there. The house was completely empty. We were going through the family photo album and when she saw a picture of my Grandpa she yelled, "That's the man I saw going into your house!" I told her it couldn't have been him because he's been dead for years.
There have been people who have seen bloody Civil War soldiers there. When the house was sold a few years ago the people who bought it moved out after a month or so because the guy's wife said she was sitting on the couch in the living room and felt someone sit by her, and she could feel them touch her shoulder. She said she could even smell them.
Well, my story is short but sweet. I wouldn't call it a ghostly encounter although I feel ghosts around me all of the time. I saw my Mother the night of her funeral. She came to me to show me that she made it to the Other Side. My Mother was a very spiritual woman, and when she was sick we talked about how she would visit me after she died, and she sure did. She said I would know she was there because she would swim in my pool and swing on my swing. She did these things and she made sure I saw them so I would know that she was with me:) Is that ghostly? He, he.
My first precognitive dream was at age 8 years old. My Father had been hospitalized for 3 months with a bad heart. Every night Mother and I went to see him. They made me sit in the waiting room until they wheeled him out, and would only let him visit for 3 minutes with me. I was my Daddy's only little girl and the baby. He talked with Mother about taking good care of me. His soul had to be speaking to him. One Thursday morning, September of 1964, I awoke with vivid remembrance of a dream. Daddy's funeral. It began with the preacher saying the final prayer. I looked all around at the flowers, where the burial site was, the field in the distance, the small town to the left of me and Mother's hand on my shoulder guiding me to turn around and walk away.
As I turned I could see my brother's shiny, new, black 64 Ford on the left with him standing beside it. I looked at myself and I was wearing a blue shirt dress with a white and blue pinstripe bodice and navy shoes with white socks. I could see the other graves. Mother looked down at me, held out her hand and said, "Come on baby." I took her hand and we began walking up the sandy drive toward the small town. I could feel everyone watching us as I watched each step I took. Mother seemed to be doing the same. Then I awoke.
The dream stayed with me. I thought of it every day. Exactly 2 weeks later, I awoke on Thursday morning with sunshine coming in my bedroom window. Looking at the clock it was 8:30 and I was late for school. I knew something was wrong. Where was my Mother? I ran out of my bedroom, the hall door was closed and it never was. As I opened it to go into the kitchen, I saw many people. My Aunt spoke to me and said, "Come here baby, your Daddy's gone home with Jesus." I just ran to her.
I don't remember much of anything else except Mother seeming to be in a daze, and going to the upper room at the funeral home to pick out the casket, then the worst... my cousin made me look at my Daddy in that casket. She dragged me in there and made me look. I ran out screaming. Next I remember the cemetery. I will not repeat it all but everything in the dream was exactly as it happened in real life, right down to the dress I was wearing, and Mother bought it the day before the funeral after leaving the funeral home that morning.
The only thing that occurred differently in real life than in the dream was that Mother reached for my hand and said, "Come on baby," in the dream but in real life my brother said, "Mama, I'll carry her to the car," and he did. I will never forget this one. It was absolutely a foretelling. Over the next 20 years, Daddy has visited me in my dreams. He stopped when my little girl turned 2 years old. He told me in that dream that my family was complete and we would all be fine. He was right. However, I am looking to hear from him soon. Mother will be turning 90 years old this September 29, but is in good health with minor feebleness and a joyful heart!!!
My name is Martyn Hodgson and I have a kind of life story. My life is one of the strangest ever. It starts when I was young (about 12) and I was talking to one of my mates who said, "I have medium abilities," so I thought like normal people would think, "I don't think so." He replied that he could make me the same. Yes, it worked and I felt so strange. As the years went by I heard voices and found I was living with a shape-shifting poltergeist. No kidding. We are kind of mates now. School became worse than ever. People somehow got word of my abilities. So I decided to learn more online but found spells. These, after a bit, gave me more power. I met my future self and found out what I can really do. I will not go into all of the detail but visions and all - they are my life.
Me and my daughter had just moved into a beautiful place in a great neighborhood with great schools. Everything was picture perfect. Then something (we still don't know) happened to my daughter somewhere between dropping her off to school and picking her up from daycare. CPS, police, play therapy, etc. Total chaos.
We were scared to live in our own home because you could literally (this includes guests, friends, etc.) hear somebody or something running, walking, or just staring down at you from the air vents in the ceiling. You could get cold yucky chills in the bedroom and quickly move to the kitchen and it would, right above your head, walk right with you. Creaking, stomping, it didn't matter. It scared the hell out of us. And of course everybody thought we were nuts until they experienced it. It sucked. Try explaining to a 5 year old traumatized child why even daddy is scared.
So daddy decides he is big and bad and takes our hand gun and goes into the attic which had a ceiling porthole (with no ladder) in the garage. Me and Meagan stay in the house, shut the door, and I am looking through the peephole. He gets the door open, pulls something over to stand on, jumps up and grabs with his arms. He has a flashlight tied around his head, gun in pants, and big light on an extension cord in one hand. He starts to pull himself up and drops the damn flashlight around his head. He still goes up.
All of a sudden, as I am looking through the peephole, I see (somehow) the extension cord wraps around his neck and he is pulled straight up into the attic. I freak and start slamming my hand against the door screaming his name. My daughter is panicking even though she doesn't know what is going on. Then I see him standing there with his feet on the edges of the door open and low and behold all of a sudden there is a huge (around 7 ft.)man standing there across from him with blue jeans, boots, belt buckle, and flannel long sleeve shirt on. Well, this thing bent down, looked me straight in the eye, and smiled. He didn't have eyes. He had black marbles. Scared the living stars out of me.
Daddy acts like he is talking, more like pleading to somebody behind him also. I am just totally stunned and scared to death. Then quicker than anything I have ever seen the guy grabs the only man I will ever love and is dragging him back in the attic. The light is going on and off and you could see the extension cord jerking and pulling. Then all of sudden you could see his face pop down out of the porthole, upside down, out of one corner. He was completely pale, of course upside down looks scary, and is saying something that I can't understand behind a closed door. Of course, I am already on the phone with the police and they are banging at the door. I let them in and go back to the peephole and he is standing there talking to these two things, sweaty, bloody, and scared to death. He jumps down and I open the door and he says he is fine.
He tells the police that there wasn't anybody up there but him and he doesn't know what is going on. So the police check everything out and leave. I'm standing there in awe and crying as he tells me everything was fine, nobody was up there with him, the extension cord did get wrapped around his neck but after he got up there he untangled it which was the pulling and jerking, him sticking his head down was in response to my yells and hitting the door. The sweat of course because it is hot in an attic, the shakes because of the police, the blood because he scraped his arm all up going up.
Craziest thing that I have ever seen before. I can't explain it, neither can he. I know what I saw. He looked me right in the eyes, I felt him. He was there. I think my love wanted me to forget or some really demonic demons wanted me to see the love of my life being killed for some sort of tortuous reason. I also wonder if they got a hold of my daughter who is now 7 and still in play therapy. Wild, huh?
Hi! I can vouch for the authenticity of this story. It was narrated (as his own personal experience) by a relative who retired from the Indian Army as a very senior officer. He is an extremely pragmatic and down to earth person --- not at all given to fanciful imagination and till then a firm disbeliever in ghosts and the like. I am narrating it in his words as far as possible.......
He said ......... This incident took place many years ago, when I still a relatively junior officer in the army, in charge of my first battalion. We had been posted in a remote corner of Rajasthan, the desert state of India, which abounds in the most gorgeous palace, abandoned relics of a bygone era. It so happened that all the men of my battalion were married and there was one sole bachelor who was the focus of all jokes and teasing. Arranged marriages were still very much the norm and the young man's parents were looking out for a "suitable" match, but although negotiations would progress, after a while for no comprehensible reason, it would just break up. The palace which had been earmarked for their stay had one section locked and barred --- impossible to get through.
One night it was unbearably hot --- all of us were sleeping in tents outside when this young bachelor of the unit decided to take a walk. On his return, he told us his accidental meeting (at that late hour of the night) with a splendidly clad gentleman who proposed his nieces hand in marriage. He had a manner of talking -- which was typical of the nobility of the past. Quite naturally this young soldier made himself scarce -- thinking he had been confronted by some mad man. However, next couple of days on and off he would be confronted with this lordly gentleman who persisted in his proposal and also said that all that he had to do was get married --- there would be no further responsibility and after that marriage proposals would also materialize for him and he would come into money and in general be lucky at whatever he did. When he continued to refused this gentleman was angered and the followed a couple of days in which this young man was harassed by suddenly being slapped or having the food he was eating thrown on the floor etc., etc.
At first we thought he was pulling a fast one to make us believe in this absurd story, but when this took place in front of all of us, we began to get concerned. All of a sudden the matter ended in an unexpected manner. It was at night when this young man seemed to suddenly awake and walk towards the locked section of the palace. To his amazement, he was able to walk right through and found himself in a suite of rooms -- resplendent in their rich decoration. As he walked through, marveling at the chandeliers and other decorations, he found himself in a room --- in which a ceremonial fire was burning and around which were sitting the gentleman who had been pursuing him all the while and beside him sat a gorgeous beauty with a veil over her face through which a pair of black doe shaped eyes gazed at him and shyly looked down.
The gentleman again requested him to marry and also said that he would have nothing to do other than go through the ceremony and as a token wear a red handkerchief around his wrist. This girl had died just before her marriage had been solemnized and so her spirit found no rest. Once this was done, she could go to her eternal rest. In exchange he would be assured of luck always, wealth and all else his heart desired. By then this man was sick of it all agreed and ...... the ceremony took place. As all this happened, dawn broke and we found our young bachelor, just outside the locked doors of the palace with a red handkerchief around his wrist!! Brought back to his senses this is the story he had to narrate ..... and the even more amazing part is that that very evening he got a telegram from his Mother informing him that his marriage had been fixed and the bride's parents willingly wanted to give him a lot of gifts --- monetary and otherwise!!Since that day, this young man has happily married and is now the grand-Father of three strapping young boys, but still treasures that red handkerchief, which brought such monumental changes to his life.
Hi Morgana... This isn't really a story it's something that happened to me in the last few months...just once but enough for me to share it with someone who actually might believe me. I was trying to get to sleep one night....in that never never land you know what I mean?? I could hear in the distance a child crying....and when became fully alert I noticed my blankets being lifted and felt like someone was crawling in beside me...I wasn't frightened for I somehow knew what it was and if was comforting...When my niece Wendi was a little girl...and into adulthood whenever she was frightened she would come crawl in bed beside me and cuddle up with me. The next day I called Wendi to find out if everything was OK with her....we hadn't been seeing eye to eye and didn't really talk much at the time.....and I came to find out that Wendi was having labor pains and was alone that night....and was laying in bed crying .........it was then I knew what I had been saying all along....we have more then a familial connection......... Well that's my story...hope you enjoyed. Dorothy
Hi, I would like to submit a story. My life is full of events. Which one do you want? Ha ha. Here goes. I was 12 or 13 my family moved into a log cabin just 1/2 mile out of a small village. We moved in the summer everything was fine. Until a couple of months into the summer I think July. One night it was hot and I went down to go to the washroom and after get a drink of water. I went through our living room which wasn't very big. Just as I entered the doorway to go up the stairs (In my eyes a 13 year old) A man stood in the door way. I looked up at him he was an elderly man and he smiled down at me. Strange thing was I wasn't scared. He seemed kind.
When I was growing up my parents never talked about ghosts and stuff (at least not in front of us). So I never knew. But since that day my life had changed a lot. Anyway, the next day I was hesitant to ask mom who was the man but near the end of the day it was bothering me too much and I asked her who was the man that I described to her in detail. She looked blankly at me almost stunned. She told me. "Yes, I know who the man was his name was Harry. He lived here before. He died here a couple of years ago!
We were not new to the village we have lived there awhile. My Mother knew the place well. We have a cottage on the other side of town. My grandparents had built it eons ago. Ever since that night my whole life I heard people talking about not believing in spirits and it really bothered me. And still today I still see things that other people don't see. My visions and dreams aren't strong enough to relay messages so I just keep. Quiet. Every once in a while I do get an answer. Which relieves me. Hope you like my story. Thank you. Jane Drake
My two friends and I decided to build a psycho-mantium to contact spirits from another dimension. What is a psycho-mantium? It is a tool for making contact with the "other side". After researching the library on how to build this tool, it was decided that my walk-in closet was the perfect setting because it was dark; to provide a small light source, we purchased a light pen - placed a huge mirror on one of the bank wall and positioned three chairs in front of the mirror. With the door closed and the three of us seated comfortably in front of the mirror, we asked the spirits from the other side to come forth. After about a half and hour of "nothing happening", one friend asks, "Do you see that?". The other replies, "Yes, let's get outta here!". So the three of us fumble for the doorknob, similar to a scene from a Three Stooges movie!!
What did they see? A filmy mist starting to form in the mirror. Unfortunately, I did not see this but it was enough to scare my two friends into dismantling the psycho-mantium.
Hello, This is a very simple ghost story. Shortly before my husband, David, and I were married in 1997 I moved from Oklahoma to be with him in Texas. I was going through his kitchen cabinets and found several items from his departed grandparents. They were small items: decorative plates and wild fowl pictures. I got them out to wash and put around the apartment. As I was standing on the counter and getting some items out of the cabinet above the icebox I looked down and saw a vision of a small/short older woman with full white hair that was looking up at me and smiling. I said a happy hello and the smiling woman disappeared. I told David about my encounter and he told me that I described to him his departed Grandmother - that owned the items that I was getting out of storage and putting around my new home. I hope you enjoy the story. Shelly Zee
It was a hot summer day and my sister, best friend and I all decided to go for a walk. We lived in a tiny little truck stop town where there was never anything for young en's to do so we decided to pick flowers and go put them on all the infant graves at the old cemetery. This was a couple mile walk and we picked every single daisy and dandelion on the way. The road to the cemetery was long and overgrown and shaded by many trees. As was the cemetery itself, making it appear darker in the middle of the day. When we arrived inside the gates we split up and went to opposite corners to place our flowers. My best friend Shawna had family buried there (Great Grandparents and up, as this was an old cemetery) so she went up to the right corner of the lot. My sister Stacy went towards the lower far edge where it sort of disappears over a little ridge. It would have scared us to be there but it was only about 2:00 or 3:00pm and a clear sunny day.
I went down to the lower right and toward the huge statue headstones, nearly black from the weather and chipping in places. Here there were many late 1800 century headstones and early 1900's. Among them nestled many 1970's and 80's plaques of newborn infants only days or months old. As I was placing my wildflowers on the graves of these little ones, I heard my name being called "Angie" and I turned to Shawna and yelled (as we were a distance apart) "What". And no one answered. So I figured if she wanted something she would come to me. And again I heard "Angie" only louder and at this time the wind started to pick up and blow the tree tops around in a gentle but noticeable breeze. And I turned to Shawna and Said louder "What" and I saw Shawna look up and say "Hey, why are you yelling" and I asked her what she wanted. She replied that she never called me.
So I walked to the edge of the ridge where my sister was and asked her if she called me. She replied no. The look on my face must have scared her, for she came running over to me. We walked over to Shawna and said "OK this isn't funny did you call me." And she said "No Angie I didn't I swear it". So I told them about the young female voice I was hearing down in the older section of the cemetery and we all walked down under this old maple tree where I was standing previously, and heard the voices. Nothing. The other two started making fun saying I was just trying to scare them.
About then the wind really started to whip about and branches started falling. Not real big ones but big enough to get your attention. We all started screaming like 8-9 year olds do, and ran for our lives. We ran out the cemetery and down the road until we reached the main road. Amazing enough there was no breeze there, not even a slight one. I never went back to that cemetery. And as an adult with children of my own I often think about it when I place flowers on my Fathers grave. I keep expecting to hear that voice again. I always wonder what great words of advice might I have run from.