ghost stories

[Peep_Show]

I occasionally see Zak Bagans from Ghost Adventures at the supermarket. The first time I saw him I didn't immediately recognize him as I was staring (blush blush) at his tatts and ripped arms (and, yes, in the silly too-tight T-shirt). Next time I see him I'm going to tell him about my parents' haunted house where I had a really eerie experience this last trip up to visit....

Actually, it was the third instance for me. The house is a converted barn and has been in the family for a hundred years. First occupied by my grandparents, it is where my mother grew up and when my grandparents died, she and Dad raised us kids there. She recently fell and was in the hospital for observation, so I encamped there to take care of details....paperwork, maintenance, etc. Normally I sleep in the back room which is located above the kitchen.

One night I was reading in that room when I very distinctly heard the cast iron chairs of the breakfast nook dining set being moved about the floor as if some one were getting up from the table, pushing the chair out to stand up and then pushing it back in.
On a couple of occasions at night I've heard the light switches being flicked. They're heavy metal brass things (not the like the plastic wallplates nowadays) with a very one-of-a-kind distinct sound of metal clicking and locking when they are flipped on or off.
This last trip up when Mom was in the hospital I decided to enjoy the creature comforts of the master suite...as in it is the only room with cable TV. I set up my computer on the desk for some work and when I was done I unplugged it and made sure that the extension cord that had all the desk electronics (answering machine, portable phone station, Life Alert) was securely plugged into the wall. At 3:03 a.m. on 10/13 I was awakend by all sorts of chaos at the in-suite desk. The answering machine was beeping and the portable phone was chirping. I unhooked myself from my CPAP (so, no, I wasn't sleepwalking) and went over to the desk and looked under.... The plug in the socket was nearly pulled out, dangling at an odd angle, and the electronics on the desk were reacting to the unstable electrical connection. Now, logic tells me that it wouldn't take over five hours for a plug to slip out of a socket due to gravity (if that's even possible). Logic also tells me that if the plug was in that condition when I went to bed, the chaos and noise would've happened almost instantaneously. I wasn't frightened, just annoyed as I do not like to have my slumber interrupted and I hadn't been sleeping well anyway. I didn't really think too much about it until I got a phone call the next morning from the Life Alert people who had gotten a signal from the unit the night before of perhaps a low battery. I then mentioned this to my sister and relayed to her my experiences and she postulated that maybe that was why Mom's companion dog of about a year was sooo freaked out being in the house. (Sis is taking care of Mom's dog who, with a change of scenery, has gone from being shy, timid and shaky to a jump-in-your-face happy tail-wagger.)

So who is it? Well, unless somebody was murdered in the barn before reconstruction, I'd hazard to say it was either Mom's folks or my dad...and I would probably bet on the latter as this stuff started happening after he died and Dad was usually the last one up the stairs at night to flip the light switches on the landing off. He probably didn't like the fact that Mom wasn't there and somebody else was sleeping in her bed.

Here's a question for you: I know that when selling the house you have to do a disclosure, i.e., physical defects in the house and if there had been any murders there, etc. Do you need to disclose paranormal activity? I am the only one who has stayed in the house who has noticed any of this, so it either comes off as I'm crazy or something weird is going on.

 

[hdowden]

idk there are skeptics out there

 

[RunningRabbit]

Hmmm. Not too long ago while I was folding laundry in my bedroom, an empty glass that was sitting on my dresser (on the other side of the room) came flying off my dresser and smashed against the wall, not a foot away from me.

No reason for it to do that, as the last time I checked, my cats and quail were not capable of lobbing a large glass across the room. Scared me half to death.

Another time, I was in bed trying to sleep, when I started to notice blobs of almost smokey blackness spanning the distance between my bedroom floor and ceiling. They moved a lot like the stuff in a lava lamp. Very hypnotic to watch. When these things were moving about, the bed I was in depressed, like someone crawled into bed with me. I actually felt the bed move with the weight of some unseen thing, and even felt hands grasping me. It got freakishly cold in my room and I started to hear something whispering in my ear in a very deep, growly voice, speaking a language I hadn't ever heard before. I actually felt breath on my neck and and it felt like someone or something was holding me down. This went on for a good 15 minutes, before I heard the sound of the wind, I guess, screaming, before everything went silent and still. My room felt like something had vacuumed out all the air and energy. Kinda like the room went dead.

A few years back, while I was asleep, I was awoken by a very horrid feeling of dread and fear. I remember the moon was filtering in through the window, giving me enough light to see around my room. While I was awake, wondering why I would wake up so afraid, something caught my eye at the very foot of my bed. I kid you not, it was a freaking skeleton dragging itself across my floor. When I saw it, I was struck with such an overwhelmingly profound feeling of fear, terror and despair, that I was paralyzed and couldn't move. It pulled itself across my floor until it's head was parallel to mine, and started to lift itself up. I got a **** good look at it. The moonlight shining into my room made sure of that. This thing was charred black. Like it had been on fire and burnt very badly. I could see where the bones cracked from what I presume was the fire that burnt it. Ever intricate detail-from the empty eye sockets, to the teeth are forever scarred into my memory. The thing had lifted itself up to the point that is head and shoulders were above me, and opened up it's mouth. At that point, I finally snapped back to my senses and did the only thing I could think of. I yanked the blankets over me head and sobbed. Just hoping that the thing would go away. I suppose that reaction harks back to my childhood. The old, 'if I can't see it, it can't see me' bogeyman mentality. For what it's worth, it worked, as a minute or two later, I wrangled up enough courage to peek out from under the and the thing had disappeared.

We have a lot of strange things that happen in this house. Some are pleasant, others downright terrifying. The things I mentioned above aren't even close to being all of the occurrences that have happened over the years.

 

[sumi]

Goodness, how horrible! *shudder*

I had another ghostly experience quite recently, a mild one in comparison LOL We booked into a B&B in Cavan, Ireland. Oldish, terraced house like so many others here. We were upstairs in the room when we all heard a distinct knock, knock, knock on the wall next to the door, which I found a bit odd at the time. I thought if it was our hostess, why isn't she knocking on the door? My 6yo was the closest to the door and I asked him to open it, but he refused, so I went, all this time this rhythmic knock knock was still going, right up until the moment I opened the door and, you guessed it. No-one there. For my boy's sake we didn't make a fuss off it and the rest of the evening was uneventful, but late that night I was trying to sleep and I felt something pushing down the covers and sheet around my feet, pinning my feet down, but not hard. I moved my feet a bit, but it didn't stop and I kicked at whatever it was. I was left in peace after that.
I wanted to ask our hostess about it, but she wasn't very friendly, so we left without an answer.

 

[gmendoza]

we had a new house in Rock Hill,SC. noone ever lived there,but there was energy in that house.I am sort of a clarvoiant and can easily sense ghostly beings or otherwise.Our youngest daughter was about 6 at the time.She didnt want to sleep in her bedroom because she said it freaked her out.so I slept in there one night. the first night so many souls came thru across her bed where I was sleeping. something like a train station. one guy in a trenchcoat carring a briefcase and luggage asked me where the next train will come.I didnt know so I told him to find a conductor and he left. the next night there were a throng of people around me asking me a variety of questions until some lady wearing an apron came thru them to taalk to me. she took me to her kitchen where she was talking and teaching me how to bake.I wanted sleep not to learn how to make a cake. for eight dreary hours she taught me how to bake a multitude of stuff.Thats when I said enough.the next night I asked if there are some good shadow people there that wanted to guard this door for exchange to live in our house. a dad about 7 feet high with a daughter in pigtails and a mischevious boy came forward and the dad guarded the gateway. he would ring the doorbell,only once,with his head,or bang on the stove,or shove the chandaleer in the dining room by accident.the girl would look outside to see my daughters play,but the boy always got into trouble.He would flicker the lights next to me on and off,grab my oldest daughter by the leg at night.oh well boys will be boys. we welcomed them and they were peaceful. the cats even liked them.when we left there,we didnt ask them to come with us.I wonder if they are still there and how the new tennants are coping with them.

 

[hdowden]

my parents say i watch to much tv (the dead files, ghost adventures, ect, ect) lol because i talk about and they don't believe in that stuff...