Until I was about ten years old i lived in a two story house, near the beach. the bottom story was just a large garage/storage space. and the top story of our house was where I lived with my family.
Every night I would settle into my bed which was a futon resting directly on the floor. when I would put my ear on the pillow I would hear a low hum, reverberating in my head like a large diesel ingine idling below my house. Every night I would hear this sound, though it never truly frightened me I remember it was always mysterious. especially because my parents were not able to her this low frequency hum that plagues my bedtime.
We moved out of the house in September 2001. when we returned to the home town where I had heard the hum as a child, I happened upon a yahoo news item. It was an article about several universal unexplainable phenomenons. One of the phenomenons was something called "the Taos Hum" or "the Hum". it is a low frequency sound that is heard by some people, it is unexplained and is a global mystery. I recognized that the Taos hum was what I had heard in my childhood. My mouth went dry.

This is one of those circumstances that many would try to explain with science or psychology, but let me tell you this was as real as it gets. I was with my girlfriend and we decided to be a little rebellious and take a trip to the abandoned movie theater where we would drink underage as kids.

The theater had closed down in the early 1990s after the entire strip mall went under. Some say that the strip is haunted by a man who died there during a construction accident while building it, but I always though that it was complete idiocy; the only thing haunting the place was bad location, or so I thought.

It had been awhile since we went to the old theater, probably about 5 years or so (boredom will get ya sometimes). So we took our fifth of Canadian Mist down to the dilapidated theater for some nostalgic experiences of youth, rebellion, and some good old fashioned illegality.

What a wreck. It was even worse than I remember it. The place had a back door that nobody ever seemed to realize was broken and would not lock. Since a teenager I'd been sneaking into the establishment and still nobody was any the wiser. There were empty packs of cigarettes and beer bottles in the place older than me (I don't think I was the only vandal/miscreant to frequent the place, but I'd never seen anyone else there at the same time).

Perhaps I'm a tiny bit depraved, but I decided that my girlfriend looked beautiful in the midst of the rat infested utterly filthy wake of an abandoned movie theater. As I began removing her clothes I heard a loud crash from behind us near the theater entrance. My girlfriend and I jumped about six feet and began laughing hysterically as we realized that the door had been flung open by the wind.

We got back to our business and heard it again. Now I was a little upset. I decided to block the door with a large rock as to not be disturbed again by mother nature. For the third time I began undressing my girlfriend when AGAIN the door flung open. Aghast, I stormed up to the door with the intention of rolling a boulder in front of it and froze when I saw that the rock had been flung halfway across the room in at a perfect 90 degree angle from the base of the door.

Knowing that the wind could not have possibly performed such a task, I began looking around for forms of life. Was this the night that the hooligans who haunted Cinema 14 would meet?

I grabbed a large piece of metal that had shed from the structure of the building, and began skulking around the theater like a killer in a horror flick. My girlfriend clung to the back of my shirt, petrified.

What happened next is a sight I will never forget.

Like the scene in the Exorcist, various debris and structural fixtures began moving sporadically. Some simply vibrating, and some shooting clear across the cement floor.

This is when we decided it was time to go....and never come back.

Many of our friends joked about a bad acid trip and various other reasons attempting to explain what we saw, but none were satisfactory. My now wife and I never bring the story up, and never went back to the theater even after it had been torn down.

It had been a long day at the office, all I wanted to do was have a relaxing evening. My roommates worked the night shift so I knew that the house would be all mine for the evening-or so I thought.

Stumbling into the house dead tired, I sat down on the couch to find the television on. Thinking nothing of it, I thought about how I would need to kill whoever was racking up our electric bill. As my anger subsided I strolled into the kitchen to grab a beer. I nearly flipped my lid after noticing that someone had also left the burner on. Someone was indeed going to catch hell upon their return from work.

Incredibly frustrated, cooked a frozen pizza and began to finally relax and enjoy some television. Being so exhausted, I dozed off for a minute with the television still blaring. I was awoken by a thump outside the door on the balcony. We stored our extra lawn chairs out there and have had instance of cats and woodland creatures somehow getting onto our balcony so I ignored it and went back to bed.

About an hour later I was woken up again by the same sound. Tired of the distractions and hellbent on getting some rest, I grabbed a broom with the intention of ridding our balcony of these furry creatures once in for all. As I stepped out onto the balcony, I saw no signs of life. In an attempt to catch a glimpse of the culprit I looked over the balcony rail.

To my bewilderment and horror, I saw a glimpse of a woman standing below me staring directly at me. Though it was a clear night, her silhouette appeared as though she was in a deep fog. Her eyes were blank and indifferent as she gazed at me from below. My heart was racing faster than it ever had and I managed to utter -- hello?

With that, she slowly turned around and vanished into the treeline without a sound or a trace.

The memory still haunts me to this day and I have not seen her since. Like a paranormal prankster, the ghost had entered my home, performed bewildering deeds and waited to be seen.

BY JOANN K.

My grandmother told me this story years ago when I was a child, and although she's passed on now, it creeps me out even now, just as it did those years before. I beleive this happened around 1940 or so, when my granny was still a young lady, barely 16. She lived in Texas, where the family still resides, and worked two jobs full-time to help support her younger sister and mother.

As the story goes, she had just come home from her first job and was on her way to her second job when she suddenly begin to feel tired. She decided to rest a little while before heading out to work again, so she went and lay down on her bed. She was the only one at home at the time, and it was still light out.

She had not been dozing very long when she clearly heard her name being called. She opened her eyes to find a man standing near her closet in a dressy pin-striped suit. "I need to tell you something," the man insisted. "Just listen, it's important." That's when she got very afraid and hid under her covers, because she instantly recognized the person as her Uncle Charlie -- and he had been dead for at least ten years.

She remembered he had visited them often and would bring them trinkets and candy, most time in that same suit, which was his favorite. My granny began to scream at him to go away and leave her alone over his pleadings for her to "just listen." Then it got quiet and she pulled the covers from her head to find he had vanished from the room.

She got up and ran from the house, petrified. Not very long after that encounter, about six months or so, my granny guessed, her mother died of cancer. My granny always believed that her Uncle Charlie had visited her one last time to warn her

http://paranormal.about.com/od/trueghoststories/a/tales_09_08_04t.htm

BY DELTA

In 1965, I was 13 years old and lived in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. My father's best friend, Buddy, lost his wife during heart surgery that summer, and it was upsetting to all of us. He and Dad worked together, we kids grew up together, and the moms were good friends, too. Her death happened very fast. Emergency heart surgery, and she died on the table. She was terried going into the surgery, so it was more horrible that she suffered by being so afraid.

About a month after she died, Buddy came over to our house to visit. All went well until he got up to leave and stood by the front door saying his goodbyes. I was in a chair against the far wall, my dad was sitting on the sofa across from me, my mom in a chair to my left, and Buddy was to my right. Everyone was talking and my mom was smoking, and I looked toward her and noticed this strange smoke ring suspended in the air about two feet in front of her. At first I thought, "Cool! I wonder how she did that?"

But then the ring sort of flipped over and over very slowly in front of us. It was maybe a foot wide. It just keep doing that... and then I realized I was the only one seeing it. I tried to be calm and not freak out. I could just feel the panic building, and all I could do was stare at it.

After about a minute, to my relief, I noticed my dad seemed to see it, too, turning to give it a second glance. It just dissipated when he moved his head to look at it. We never talked about it. At the time -- and even now -- I think it was Mrs. Buddy visiting. She was very much in our thoughts at that time and my mom had been having dreams about her appearing and trying to talk. So I suspect she was paying us a visit. I never saw the smoke ring again.

http://paranormal.about.com/od/lifeafterdeath/a/tales_09_08_03t.htm

BY AVON LEONARD

In the September of 2001, I had come to Ely, Nevada to visit a friend. The two of us had spent the better part of the day and evening touring Ruth and Ely, as I am a major history buff. Thoroughly exhausted, I went back to room 515 in the Nevada Hotel and went to bed. I sat up in bed to watch TV until I could relax enough to go to sleep.

The next thing I knew, I was standing at the window looking down at a parade on a sunny day. I noticed that the vehicles in the parade and the manner of dress of the participants and spectators appeared to be of a much earlier time period. Also, the street appeared to have been made of packed dirt and was not paved. It looked as if it had been muddy at one time and vehicle tires going over it had caused groves in the mud with the sides frozen upwards. The automobiles were not decorated as in a modern parade and the occupants were not in costume.

The people all appeared to be dressed in what would seem to be their finest clothes for the time period. The automobiles in the parade were those of a much earlier day. The ones that were parked on the sides of the street were parked at an angle, unlike the parallel parking of today. Some of the parade participants walked in front of the moving cars and waved at the people lining the street. It appeared more of a political parade than one celebrating a holiday, though I did not observe any signs or banners.

The spectators cheered as the cars passed by and those who were walking waved and smiled. The women all wore long dresses that hung down to the ground. As I watched, transfixed, through the window, I noticed a woman walking at the head of the stream of cars. I watched her waving and smiling, and I observed that her dress was a bright yellow color with three burgundy-colored bands decorating the hem. The sleeves of her dress were puffy at the shoulders and tapered to snugly fit her arms and ended without cuffs, at the wrists.

While I was admiring her dress, I noticed that she was about to step onto a patch of ice on the street. There was nothing I could do from my room and I held my breath as I saw a man rush from the sidelines, and as the woman fell to one knee he grabbed her elbow.

It was then that I awakened in my bed. It was still night. The experience seemed so real I set about looking for photos of the street as it had appeared in my "dream". It bothered me that it had all seemed so real, yet nothing I had observed was anything like the present town of Ely and the street had been packed dirt, whereas it is in reality, paved.

I decided it was just a very realistic dream and had almost abandoned hope of ever finding anything to verify what I'd seen when I went to breakfast at the Big Apple restaurant. Imagine my delight when I saw a photo in their hall that looked similar to the street I had seen. I went all over town trying to find anything else that looked like the Ely of my dream, but could find nothing. All I found were references to the Kennicot Mine and railroads.

I had given up when someone suggested I look at the White Pine County Museum. There I was assisted in my search by a wonderful woman named Opie. I described my experience to her and she was able to show me a copy of the photo that hangs in the Big Apple café. I mentioned to her that I had made a mistake in my dream because I had seen the street as being nothing but dirt. "Oh, they didn't pave the streets until the late twenties," she informed me. "Up until then they were just dirt."

I had seen nothing that looks like present day Ely. I had seen it as it had once been. Nothing in my "dream" was of the present. Even the vehicles were old-time models, yet they all appeared in perfect condition as one would expect of a vehicle in constant use. Opie and I came to the conclusion that I had somehow skipped back in time. Someday I hope to once again stay in room 515 and perhaps have another experience.

http://paranormal.about.com/od/timeanddimensiontravel/a/tales_09_08_01t.htm

Posted on August 27, 2009
by Anna Smith

Alright, this all started when my family moved in to my new house when I was about 8. I was put in a small room and I quickly didn’t like it one bit. I had no idea why but it was completely awful for me to be inside of there. I would wake up every night for no reason at all. I hated to be in that room. I was scared to be in that room without a light on. Eventually my mom decided to build an attachment onto the house for her bedroom, I got her old room.

They had been taking pictures of the old, probably 200 year old, flooring underneath the house. I was looking at the pictures on my ipod. I noticed that there weren’t just pictures of the room, but I noticed apparitions in the room. There was a dog in the room, a face of a hound dog, maybe a mutt. It kinda looked like my moms dog link, I never knew link but I knew that the dog in the picture was link. In another photo, there was a shadow, it was an outline of a mans body, standing there looking at the camera. In the other photos there was a girl who looked like me, maybe if I was older. I swear it was like I was looking in a mirror. She was bent over her strawberry blond hair was down to her shoulders. She was in a white dress, maybe in the 1800’s they would wear something like it, and she was bent over, I believe she had a basket hanging off of her forearm. I don’t know this woman and neither did any of my family but to me it was like a spitting image of me, like someone had made a copy of me and made me older. It was shocking. I ignored the photo’s not paying much attention to the photos.

I remember one night when I was lying in bed with the light on, I was just sitting there thinking, getting ready for the next day. When my eyes, like they weren’t under my control, looked to the right corner of the bed. Seconds later I heard like a small animal jumped up onto the bed, and sure enough there were paw prints, what I recalled to be cat paw prints. I knew who the animal was, it was my cat “Kitty”. My mind at the moment recalled when she would step up on my moms bed, they were the exact same sizes. (My cats paws and the paw indents on my bed).

Remember that I have by now switched bedrooms into my moms old room. Later on I found that guests here have seen a white cat, and a tan dog running around in my fenced in back yard. In my back yard my white cat “Kitty” is buried and along with my dog named “Mozzy” she’s there as well with Kitty. (Meaning Kitty and Mozzy are the dog and cat running around). I thought that there wasn’t anything wrong with this, until I was in the kitchen with one of my friends Nicole. She was in the bathroom and when she came out a vase that was on top of the fridge shot off of the top of the fridge almost hitting me, crashing to the floor. I screamed in terror and my mom ran out of the room. I said to her “Mom, that vase just almost hit me, something is wrong here!” She looked shocked but she told me that, “It was just gravity.” I knew otherwise, there was no way that gravity could launch a vase off the fridge about four inches.

One day recently, about two months ago, I walked into my sisters room (which was my old room), the room that I hated to be in. I felt really uneasy like someone was watching me, preying on me, like a lion hunts a zebra. I walk out of the room quickly, I felt a sharp pain shoot through my leg, I look down to see there’s a shallow cut running through the left side of my left calf all the way up to my knee. I call out my sisters name and she comes running up to me, and I point to the cut. She asks me how I got it I said I didn’t know I was in her room and when I look down, I have a huge cut. She shares with me how she thinks there’s a poltergeist in her room, and she can’t sleep in her room and gets the feeling that I got when I was in the room, the feeling that tells you to get out of there as fast as you can.

I also get the feeling out in my moms new room that tells me to run, just to get out of there. What I share with you I would like to see if you have any answers to my problems.

http://www.trueghosttales.com/paranormal/whats-going-on-here-poltergeist/

Posted on August 28, 2009
by Jessica Ryan

When I was five years old, after my parents split up, my dad my sister and I moved to Australia and moved in with my Nan and pop. As I remember the house as being very big, spacey and cold. Even when it was really hot outside. I also remember being so terrified of the garage.

When I was ten I was kicking ball around the background with my younger cousin the ball flew past my head and rolled into the garage so I ran my fastest in there to go grab it but it rolled all the way to the back of garage. I walked cautiously in there and I remember a man standing at the back of the garage next to the ball. I remember him being really tall and a really pale scary face. I ran straight out of there screaming.

For months after wards I kept having terrible dreams of that man and I was that freaked out I would not be alone so I followed my dad everywhere or any other adult. One day my aunty took me to a shrink as no one believed me. She thought I was stressed out/upset from my parents splitting up but then a short while later they stopped. Until around three years later at that stage Nan passed away. She needed an oxygen tank to help her breathe and it was very loud and kept me up even weeks after she passed away and sometimes I could hear cries coming from her room.

At the time I just thought it was my sister going through my Nans stuff as they were really close. A year later on my Nanas birthday I snuck out to party with a few friends and my sister staying at home by herself until my dad got home from work. She kept pestering me that night saying Nanas doors locked and someone is turning her touch light on and off. So I raced home as it was time to go home anyways.

I checked the room and the door was locked but there was a light on. I explained to my sister that its an old house, sometimes doors jam and that she must of mistakenly left the light on. I never believed her until I moved into my Nanas room six months later. I was 15 at the time and I came home after a long night out at the movies climbed into bed and fell asleep. For some reason I woke up to really cold draft as if I left that window open. I got up to close it and a face just appeared in front of my window just staring in. I jumped and ran screaming to my dads room waking him. He came and checked outside and around the house but there was nothing and of course he didn’t believe me. He just thought I was dreaming so I just slept in my sisters room that night.

A few nights later I went to a party and got really wasted so I walked home ready to pass out in my nice warm bed. Later that night a few friends walked by my house and was going check in to see if I was ok and they said they saw a freaky looking man staring out at them from my kitchen window.

Then not long later my pop got really sick and moved in with my aunty and my pop decided to sell the house. With relief I never saw that freaky man again. A few years has passed and I’m living in a new house. Everything is sweet until I got home one night from tafe and I went to put music on and all I could hear was children’s laughter and stomping up and down the hall so grabbed my things ran out of the house and went to a friends house until my dad finished work. When he picked me up I told him what happened and he believed me. He said the other morning when me and Toni were out he said he was laying in bed and all he could hear was children laughing. Thinking it was me my sister he went to get up to yell at us but he couldn’t it felt like someone was pushing him down and all he could hear was that laughter.

A few weeks later we moved into a new house where I’m still living there now. Six months after moving in it felt like someone was pulling at my hair and it really hurt so I slept with my light on for a while until it felt safe enough without it. One night it blew out and it was flickering and a hand was coming out to get me so I ran screaming and this was the sixth light bulb that blew in two weeks. The weird thing was it was only happening to me, no one else in the house like, it really wanted to hurt me.

It eventually stopped happening. Until not long ago I had the freakiest dream that continued on for two weeks. It was the freaky looking man. He shied away from society, he kidnapped a bunch of kids from a fair and one by one he raped and tortured each child and cut them into tiny pieces and hid them under the floor boards and he then drowned in a nearby river. That dream still gives me the shivers because it felt like real life like it was more a memory not a dream and the house looked so familiar liked I’ve been there before. I don’t why I dreamed this or what it means but it really did happen is there like a library or internet facility to check past murders that happened.

http://www.trueghosttales.com/paranormal/the-freaky-man/

Posted on August 28, 2009

Hello our names are Alex and Chelsea. A few summers back when we were children, about 11 or so, we visited our friends beach house for a week. Not knowing the people that owned the house, only knowing their sister (our close friend) had allowed us to stay there for free, because money was tough at the time.

Arriving at the house we were excited to find out we had the whole basement to ourselves. Later that afternoon, while we were unpacking we heard clashes and bangs, but we decided that perhaps it was just our imagination, or the pipes (seeing that the house was sort of old). The basement was very dark and had little light, no windows, but it did have a small doorway to another compartment that we later found out was the living quarters of the recent owner’s wife who was very sick with cancer and had passed away years before our vacation. The owners had not been to the house since she died, so apparently no one had been in that part of the basement since she died.

Later I (Alex) was standing on the staircase to the upstairs and decided to take a risk and jump from there to the bed bellow, as I let myself fall I felt something pulling me back, it felt like someone had there hands grasped fully on mine. Chelsea saw me leaning in midair on nothing and then I screamed and fell. So I (now Chelsea) freaked out seeing her screaming then asked what happened and what she felt and she told me. So later Alex went upstairs while I was taking a short nap, because she was a little freaked down there alone.

I was awoken to loud bangs coming from the old lady’s compartment. I ran upstairs as fast as I could to get Alex but then a shadow stood in front of me as I froze. It moved in front of me but nothing was there. I tried getting passed it but it seemed to follow me then held the door closed. I screamed at the top of my lungs and Alex ran down the stairs to open the door. When the daylight came from the upstairs, the shadow went away. Alex asked me what was wrong, I told her but at first she didn’t believe me. Me (Alex) being hardheaded, I decided to prove to Chels that there was nothing to be afraid of, but she wouldn’t change her mind. So I decided to maybe try and get her mind off of it, and go upstairs and watch some TV or something. Well our luck there was nothing on TV.

I decided to look in the cabinet to see if there was any board games. I saw that there was a Ouija board. We had never used one, but I decided this would be the perfect way to prove to Chels nothing was wrong. So we went down to the basement and propped it up on a table.   the first questions we asked it was simple.

Alex: is there anyone here? Board: Yes.

Chelsea: What’s your name? Board: Glory

Alex: your names Glory? Board: no, Gloria.

Chelsea: was it just my imagination what happened earlier? Board: no.

I( Alex) couldn’t believe it. I think I was so scared, I couldn’t move. Someone knocked on the basement door… so I slammed the game board shut and stuffed it under the bed, because I wasn’t really suppose to be playing with witch craft. It was my mom. She opened the door, and proceeded to walk in and sit down beside us. I decided to find a little information out on the house, without letting her know what was going on. I asked her what the woman’s name was that had died there, she said her name was Gloria, but everyone just called her Glory. At this point Chelsea and I were completely freaked out, looking at each other. That was when we also found out she died there, in the living quarters. We had heard enough, when my mom asked us to come walk on the beach we said no, we were a bit tired, but we wanted to stay to explore the compartment while no one was in the house.

When mom walked out, as she closed the door, and I heard the beach house door slam shut hearing everyone there laughing and talking as they walked out, we decided it was okay to walk in the living quarters of the woman. As we walked to the small doorway, we both saw the shadow, like it was leading us somewhere.

http://www.trueghosttales.com/paranormal/haunted-basement-and-the-ouija-board/

A year before grandma died (1988), my Dad took me on a day-long trip to see the area where his family was from. It was a small, country town, and they lived in a very small farmhouse that was far away from the town, in a rural area. The house was abandoned at that time. Dad seemed uncomfortable, and did not want to go near the house, so we only looked at it from where we stood on the road. Dad told me that it was a two-story house, but it didn’t look that way because the upstairs was just one very large room built into the attic. When he was a boy, his bedroom was in this large, upstairs room, and the others in the family had rooms downstairs.
In the months before she died (1989), our grandmother told my sister and I a very curious story about our Dad and that house. One night, when my father was about eight years old (1951), there was a very severe thunderstorm, with thunder and lightning. Dad was sleeping in his room upstairs, and he had a very bad nightmare. He woke up screaming, and he ran downstairs and woke everyone up. After that, he refused to go back upstairs to his room. He wouldn’t say why, or what happened, except he only said, “It’s the most terrible thing!” He was just too young and scared to explain. So after that incident, my grandparents let him change rooms with his sister. They lived there until the mid-1950’s, and then moved to another house in town.
Many years after that incident (1965), my Dad was drafted into the army, and he served overseas. During that time, my grandmother read a story in the newspaper about a young couple who was then living in the same house that they used to live in, out in the country. She clipped the story out of the newspaper and mailed it to my Dad. The newspaper story described how this couple had a violent fight in the bedroom of their home, which was the large, upstairs room that used to be Dad’s bedroom. The husband chased the wife all around the large room and slashed her with an old-type straight-razor, until she finally died from blood loss. There was blood splattered all over the room. Since it was in a very rural area, no one could hear her screaming. My Dad wrote back to my grandmother, saying that it was exactly as in the dream he had when he was eight years old.

July 23, 2009

I’ve written another story (My Nanny died and I saw her in my dreams). It’s been five months since my Nanny has passed and it’s been really difficult. Since her death I’ve had weird dreams and strange feelings. In the dreams she always says she will come back, she has to go but she will come back. And she does.

Not too long after she has passed, maybe 3 months of so, not even that, Justin, my boyfriend, was sitting in the floor and I on the couch, and we were talking about her and out of no where a movie falls out the rack! No one was near it! And Justin said “okay nanny doll, stop doing that.” Here lately, everyone has had some encounter with her.

My papa, who took it very hard when she passed, has her heard calling his name, and saying things like she use to. One night he was in the bed, the bed she died in, and he heard her say “Charles come here,” he got up and went looking for her before he finally realized she was gone. Another night, her picture fell off, it didn’t break of anything but it just fell. She left behind two Chihuahua dogs.

After she died the grieved for a week, long weight, and wouldn’t’ eat. Now they’re the happiest dogs in the world! My Nanny was a smoker and she loved to go out back on her porch and smoke. One night me and my boyfriend was coming home and I was a little night, like the light on a cigarette. I told mama, another one who took her death very hard, didn’t believe it, or she was just in denial, said it was a solar night. Mama went up there and the light was not on and Papa said it hasn’t been working.

Another night, me and my boyfriend was coming home and he said he saw her in the kitchen with her white and pink nightgown on, which she always wore. We were in the swimming pool and my Daddy asked Mama if a few nights ago, did she come into the bed room and run his nose, of course she said no. Daddy said he felt someone and he opened his eyes and seen what he thought was Nanny but he way half awake and half asleep.

After that I blew it off and was laying in bed, and Justin said he seen someone in the mirror holding on to my door, the very top of the door. He said she was wearing a lame green shirts and had long hair that looked like she had been electrocuted. I’m not sure about that one. Mama, who has never really gotten a sign from Nanny, got one finally! She was sleeping in a chair in the living room. I was on the computer, Justin was behind me, and my brother was in the other chair playing a game when all of a sudden mama said “Someone poked my arm” I told her it couldn’t have been us. She got a little freaked out.

A few days later I was taking a shower and the light in the bathroom went out, Daddy said it was probably because of the breaker, so again, I blew it off. A few days later on, I was showering again and this time the light stayed off a little longer and I heard some kind of noise like a drawer shutting. I got out the shower, water still running and soap in my head and yelled that who ever did that needed to stop. My brother come to the door and said no one has went in or came by the bathroom door. I got freaked out and my mama, who was napping, came in the bathroom while I was still in the shower, and she said, someone poked her arm again. Daddy again, checked the breaker and still nothing.

I feel her but it’s a strange feeling, but I’m getting use to it. I’m 26 weeks pregnant and I was wondering if there was anyway that Nanny could see the baby now? I know this has nothing to do with my story but I really want her to see her great grand son when he is born.Thanks

Sent in by Erica

http://www.trueghosttales.com/paranormal/my-nanny-died-and-i-saw-her-in-my-dreams-2/

July 25, 2009

I’m Tone and I was born in Jersey but have moved down south for reasons you will soon read. Now let me first say that I never in a million years thought any of this crap was real. I always thought it was people that had over active imaginations or just smoked some really good stuff but all that changed last summer.

Now let me give you a little family history. My family as for back as I’ve been told has always been involved in… hmmmmm… lets just say their not 9 to 5 type of guys and my great grandfather was a known gunner for some New York family back in his day.

Right outside of Jersey my family had a huge piece of land, you know kinda like a country home thing, well we never knew about this ’til my grandpa passed and in his will he left it to me and three of my cousins. I asked my grandma and she said I should sell it and leave it be. I asked why and she just said its not worth the heartache. Well I figured she just meant the work it would take to fix up the old place so I shrugged her off. I asked my dad and he said he had heard there was a place but never really thought much about it so I said screw it I wanna see it. So me and my oldest cousin Carmine decided to take a road trip.

After a freakin journey that took what seemed two lifetimes (plus cause we where drinkin and got lost ) we found it and POS was a freakin understatement I mean this place was run down. I mean forget about it, if a twister hit it would be an upgrade so we unload our stuff and after makin the comments “man this feels like the makin of a scary movie” we take a look and on the deed it stated that it was 125 acres with two ponds. All that was there was a house that came straight out chain saw massacre and a big barn.

It was already getting late so we decided to make a fire and camp out seeing how there was no power so after and burin each other with sticks we crash out I’m not sure what time it was but I know it was late Carmine shakes me up saying you hear that? you hear that? they sound pissed and I’m like who? He goes, I can’t tell its too dark. So I grab my 9mm and focus my eyes but nothing there. I ask him what? and he swears up and down that he heard voices saying that we’ll get ours. I was like What? Shut up you freakin pot head and go to bed. I told him wake me one more time and I’ll get you.

When I woke up I found him in the car. He had not slept a wink, he looked at me with eyes that burned my soul and said “cousin pop pop did some bad things here I don’t want to stay here.” I asked him to explain but he wouldn’t, he just said he was going to town and would wait for me to call so we could head back. You see we were there also to speak to a city guy about the owed taxes on the place and he wouldn’t be in ’til Monday and it was Sunday. I was like dude your letting this lack of TV and AC get to you, calm down. Carmine was always a punk so I said you know what? fine go and I’ll take care of the whole thing. He told me to leave it alone and just head back but all I could see was dollar signs. I wanted to turn the place into a kind of resort (money is the root of all evil) so he left and I spent the rest of the day going through the old house and walking the grounds.

When I was layin it down for the night I remember feeling like I was being watched but I had a 9mm and a automatic shot gun so I felt safe. I drank two beers, ate a sandwich and started thinkin out loud about what I would do with the place until I dozed off.

I woke up hearin whispers and I got up grabbed my shotgun and waited for the voices but I wrote it off as wind. I was layin back down and halfway asleep but not quite. I heard them again this time closer and circling me. I jumped up and was immediately thrown back. I was in shock. I wanted so bad to get up and run but I couldn’t. I felt my throat getting squeezed and I heard more and more voices they where talking about killing me. I remember hearin one very clearly saying” KEEP HIM STILL” I didn’t know what to do. I was in a complete state of shock, my eyes wide open lookin to find some logical reason behind this. I kept feeling my body being grabbed and punched and kicked. I reached for my 9mm and shot it twice and I heard the sickest laughs that ’til the day I die will haunt my thoughts I was then pushed down so hard I split my head open.

When I woke up Carmine was standing over me cryin (he thought I was dead). I rolled over and began cryin as well. I told him what happened and that I was so sorry for not believin him. I told him I don’t want anything to do with this place. We loaded up and went home. The entire ride back neither one of us said a word, he cried and I chain smoked. When we got home I went straight to my grandmas house and demanded she tell me everything she knew. She seen me and Carmine and said she told us to leave it alone. I fell to the floor in tears and told her everything. I was still shaking, grandma explained that pop pops land was used as a “dumping ground” in the 20`s and early 30`s she said she wasn’t sure how many but she knows more than a couple. I was in complete shock I was sick, I was mad but most of all I was scared. I told grandma I didn’t want any part of it and refused to accept it. She explained to me that it would be disrespectful to refuse a dead mans gift so I went home in pieces.

For weeks after the visit I would have nightmares of getting killed or beatin and would wake up bruised or havin bumped my head on the wall or night stand I was even more pissed cause Carmine wasn’t going through what I was going through. I prayed and still nothing. I finally talked to a psychic and she said I would have to get rid of the land with a good deed then and only then would they stop so I acted quickly tellin my lawyer to sell it to the first person interested. In a weeks time I had a buyer and I donated all the money to cancer research (that’s what pop pop died from). I didn’t want anything to do with that place. I transferred schools and moved far away from Jersey and my past. I still talk to Carmine but never about the country. I have a new found respect for the spirit world and a new view on life.

Written by Tony

http://www.trueghosttales.com/paranormal/dark-family-secrets/

by Jessica
July 26, 2009

Hi, my name is Jess and my family has a bit of a history with experiencing the paranormal (both my parents encountered the same ghost in our first family home in Ringwood while I was a baby), but until now I myself had not experienced anything.

My parents are now separated and my father, whom I live with, has remarried. About 6 months ago we moved into a house whose property had been recently sub-divided to make way for more units on the block behind us. The owners of the house had also really done up the outside by rendering the walls and adding a large deck – basically, a lot of changes had come over the property just before we moved in.

Everything seemed fine for the first few months, but as winter really set in, my sisters and I started to notice that our end of the house always seems to be cold. Our bedrooms are located off a large rumpus room. All 3 rooms (2 bedrooms and rumpus room) are continuously cold. Even with the ducted heating on, the temperature does not really seem to change. If you stand right above the duct you can feel the warm heat, but for some reason the heat won’t spread throughout these 3 rooms. We’ve had the vents checked numerous times by the heating company and no one can come up with any explanation as to why these rooms don’t warm up.

I thought nothing of this until little things started to be moved around. My 16 year old sister and I were the most targeted with small items of jewelry, school supplies and even items of clothing on occasion simply disappearing and reappearing a few days or weeks later, usually in the rumpus room. At first we thought it was our 6 year old sister playing with our things without telling us, but when I lost a pair of earrings that were on a shelf much too high for her to reach, I began to wonder whether something else wasn’t going on.

For about 2 months now, sometimes when I’m home alone I get this really eerie feeling and feel on edge, especially in the rumpus room. At first this feeling only came at night, and I put it down to being nervous about someone breaking in or something, but then I started to get this feeling during the day too. It only happens when I’m home alone. At these times, I avoid going into the rumpus room as much as I can, and if I have to go to my bedroom, I almost run through the rumpus room to it. I also have this thing about keeping my bedroom door closed, or only slightly ajar because I don’t like the vulnerable feeling I get from the rumpus room.

We also sometimes hear crashes and bangs coming from the rumpus room end of the house, but when we go to see what has fallen over, nothing is out of place. Twice at night my sisters and I have heard a huge crash outside, sounding like glass and wood shattering, but there is never anything there and our dad and step mum say they haven’t heard anything like that even though the sound is loud enough to wake the dead.

The strangest thing occurred to me only this morning – I was in the shower while my baby brother was asleep and my step mum was cooking in the kitchen. I was just turning the water off when I heard a deep male voice, kind of sounding like my dad, say what I thought was ‘Jess’ but it sounded really muffled. So I answered ‘What?’ and got no answer. I called for dad again, but got no reply, so I continued getting ready. Once I was dressed I went out into the kitchen and asked my step mum what my dad wanted when I was in the shower. She gave me a funny look and said that my dad hadn’t been home since 7 o’clock this morning. I told her about the voice I heard and we both tried to look for other explanations – the neighbours on that side of the house aren’t home, there was no radio’s or TV’s going inside or outside of the house at the time. We’re at a loss as to why I heard a voice saying my name.

Even though we’ve lived here 6 months, we still get mail for people who used to live here. But we seem to be receiving mail for 10 or so different names. None of the last names match up with the people who owned the house before we did, but dad seems to think that maybe it was used as a sort of half way house where people just crashed here whenever they felt like it. I wonder whether this is true and whether something happened in the rumpus room or one of the bedrooms off it and this is why my sisters and I are experiencing these weird phenomenon. Any thoughts? I’ll keep you updated if anything further occurs.

http://www.trueghosttales.com/paranormal/rumpus-room-haunting/

July 27, 2009
by “goldlion”

I’m from the Eastern part of the world and where we have the Ouija board equivalent which we call the Dish Spirit.

I was in the army 30 years ago and being an Officer, I stayed in the army camp with a room of my own. As the camp was pretty far from the city, the evenings can be quite boring with nothing to do but watch TV or do some readings. My camp did not have many recreational facilities for the soldiers.

One evening, being bored, I decided to take a look into my platoon’s sleeping bunk to find out what my men were doing. As I stepped into their large bunk where 30 men or more shared the place, I saw a group of them were surrounding a table. There were three seated and looked like playing ‘a game’. Being curious, I walked towards the table to find out what was the fun.

One of my men who was standing next to the table told me that the three of them were communicating with a spirit via a dish. As this was my first encounter with such a ‘ridiculous’ claim, I naturally disbelieved it. What I saw was the three of them had to place one of their fingers onto a small dish that was overturned. The dish has a small black arrow on it. The dish was placed onto a large sheet of paper that was printed with many small Chinese characters. The dish was placed onto the center of the paper and one of them has to invite a spirit to enter into their realm. Questions can then be asked and the dish will start gliding until it stops. The character where the arrow points to is the answer.

What I thought was the three of them must be ‘pushing’ the dish or else how could the dish be moving along on the sheet of paper? When I showed my disbelief to the men, they invited me to experience it for myself. I was eager to prove them wrong and so I sat down and the ‘test’ began. In order to ensure that no one in the ‘game’ knew the answer, I decided to ask the spirit what was my surname in Chinese character. The dish started to move. As my finger was on the dish, I could sense that no one was pushing it. It just glided with a feel of floating as it moved. I began to feel uneasy with this sense of dish movement.

When it stopped, to my ‘horror’ the dish arrow was pointing correctly to my surname. Reality started to seep in that the supernatural does exist. I followed up with several more questions before deciding to send the spirit off.

This experience changed my belief totally and that there are spirits around us. I had another spiritual encounter some years later which I will not write in this article. To this day, this past dish experience is still vivid in my mind.

http://www.trueghosttales.com/paranormal/the-dish-spirit-aka-ouija-board/

July 28, 2009
by Alice

My family was looking for a new home. Something large because there are 11 kids in my family. So summer of 2008 we were house shopping and came across a large cheap home. The house was 5 bedrooms 2 living rooms a pool and dock and a theater. Its was only 100,000 dollars which is WAY cheap for house that big in a very nice area. So we were like there something that must be wrong in there The house happened to be unlocked. So we went inside. Nothing seemed unordinary or anything. Until you got upstairs…

One room was hidden. A very large room with big lights which looked as if they were used to grow illegal substances. In the room there were bunk beds built into the walls that had doors you could close on them and large locks on the side. My family thought it was odd. But we moved on and went to the next room and there was an all bright red room and I noticed a hidden door that would not open. My dad even had a hard time opening it and we opened the doors and found another room. We thought it was odd but did not think much about.

We noticed the closet was high off the ground and there were steps up to it. So we all went in and all got that energy around us, which we ignored and noticed another door in the closet. The closet had many locks on it probably four or five. So my dad managed to open it and my family went inside and we noticed there were kids toys in it and beds like it was kids rooms or something.

My sister had the nerve to pick up a journal and started reading it. It was a young child’s and it said how his best friend was a bug and how he was sorry for what he did to his mommy and was ready to come out of time out. We all were freaked out and left the house. We went home and forgot about it.

That night I could not sleep, I kept waking up hearing a girl yelling for help and dreaming of girl in pink with dark hair. It bothered me so much I looked the house up on Google. I found the selling website for the house and noticed in one of the pictures there was a young girl in pink with dark hair. That totally creeped me out. So I made my dad call the realtor and tell her to meet us at the house. As we arrived I stayed behind and talked to realtor and she said the house had been in a fire and a young girl had died in the house. Ever since then I have not gone to the house. But I noticed that the address is 48666 and the house is painted in all red.

http://www.trueghosttales.com/paranormal/for-sale-haunted-home/

July 29, 2009
by Scott

The following story is entirely true, and not stretched or anything like that. One day up at my cottage, my friend Chad was telling me his stories with the Ouija board, about how it was real, and when you used it, it contacts real spirits. I didn’t believe him because I really didn’t believe ghosts of the sort, so I asked him to prove it worked.

At first he insisted he did not want to play, as some spirits follow people, or are bad, and he told me he only played it once and it freaked him out. Eventually I got him to make a Ouija board on the inside of a Budlight box.



We met a few spirits, but they all left pretty quickly, Dean, Prince, but then there was Nathan. Nathan is a good spirit I met a week ago that I know quite a lot about, but I cannot share with you as he is a “friend” of mine and I do not want to anger him. I tell you about Nathan because it led to a somewhat scary incident that happened to me sometime later after meeting him. Nathan told me he chooses who to talk to on the Ouija board, and because he likes us, he will choose us everytime. So once we played the Ouija board we would automatically ask “Is this Nathan?” and usually it would go straight to yes.

One Ouija board session, we once again asked the question “Is this Nathan?” and the planchette, which was actually a cap, flew across the board and at the last second did a tight turn going very very fast to no. This scared us, the planchette moved ridiculously fast, we were freaked out. We asked who it was, it spelled out “M-W-Q” very slowly, when it went to m, it first was on L, at that point I wide-eyed said “Lucifer?” and it changed, and wrote “M-W-Q”.

All of a sudden the lamp across the room was thrown at least ten feet and smashed, a couple minutes later doors began slamming EXTREMELY hard. My brother and his friend were up in the room, as they went to check what was going on, I was too afraid. They went into their room and left the door open, they said it must have been the window in their room, air pressure or something. All of a sudden their door slammed shut, my brother leapt up to close it and it seemed locked, yet there were no locks on the door. They sat in the room, worried and scared they yelled, “if there’s really a ghost there do it again!” then the doorknob twisted rapidly.

While me and Chad were downstairs, playing with the planchette, not knowing what was going on up there since we couldn’t hear them yell with the door shut something happened. The planchette spun in large fast circles before flipping over. I finally heard my brother, chanting something, I got closer to their room and heard him saying the lords prayer, over and over, until the Ouija board was caught on fire by lit candles and started a small fire.

http://www.trueghosttales.com/paranormal/ouija-board-friend-and-strange-experiences/

July 29, 2009
by Xena

Okay… first let me say that this is a completely real story and I remember it well. During this summer I decided to have my best friend Sam spend the night at my house. We were having fun all day. But then night came.

I knew Sam was deeply terrified of ghosts and paranormal things, so I joked around saying cheesy scary lines from scary movies with the lights out. I told her ghost stories and things about poltergeists. After my fun, we decide to try and sleep. Of course Sam is terrified at the moment so I have to sleep with her on my bottom bunk.

We were still hyped up on sugar and there was no way we were going to sleep. So we decided to talk about God, the Bible, angels, etc. Now we were both in Christian school and knew well about the bible, but we were very skeptical.

While we were talking about it, I began to feel a strange presence around me. I began to have goose bumps and the room suddenly got colder. When I tried to speak my throat would clog up and I started to talk funny. My chest ached and I had a severe headache.

When Sam began to tell her stuff I could’ve sworn I saw a man like figure in front of the bunk, right by me and Sam’s feat. When I saw him, Sam suddenly stopped speaking. I looked over at her and saw her shivering with goose bumps, mouth open, fear in her eyes. I asked her what was wrong and she told me “it feels cold in here. I just saw a man like figure! My throat hurt, I have a severe headache and my chest hurts!” I was amazed at what she just told me. I told her that I felt everything the same.

The man was still at our feet and we were scared, holding each other together. The man held out his hand, pointed at us and nodded his head. Sam had closed her eyes at the time but mine were wide open. Behind him appeared some strange entities. I about crapped my pants. Then I heard, “Xena its gonna be ok.” All of the sudden, after he said that, all the pain in my body just melted away and I felt great. I closed my eyes, still scared on what just happened and opened them about eight seconds later to find that the man was gone.

I looked at Sam, whose eyes were still closed, and told her to open them. She did and noticed the man was gone. I told her the whole story and she couldn’t believe me. We saw God, me and her believe that. We never told anyone else with the fear of being mocked. But it did happen.

Ever since the encounter with “God” no more strange things have happened. Many, many, months before this happened I’ve heard something underneath my bed laugh… like and evil laugh. For about a month I’ve heard the clicking of dice every night. I use to hear alien ships land outside my window and the beeping of their strange technology.

Don’t call me a liar… don’t call me a freak… I know all of this happened, I remember it so well. Today, every time I try to scare Sam. she knows none of it can happen now that we were “touched by God and his Angels.”

http://www.trueghosttales.com/paranormal/we-felt-god-and-his-angels/

July 30, 2009
by Moya

On the first part of the other story it was about my mother in-law. Update on that: Her father died July 23, 2009 and she has not seen her sister since.

Now this story is about her sister. Her sister too used to play with this Ouija board as a young girl. This story was told to me over the weekend by my mother in law.

She said that this one day her sister went out jogging out in the country. The too lived in a ranch outside of this small town. Anyways she was out jogging, and she had been gone for a while, so hours later, their father had got a call from a friend in town, and told them that they had seen Maxine in town and that she had stopped by and got a drink of water, and that she had laid down, but that she was not feeling so good to go back, so if it was ok if someone could come and pick her up. Well someone went to go and get her and took her home.

Some time after that she was tossing and turning in the bed like if as she was giving something, that made her sick. Anyways at that time my mother in law was there with her two year old son (my husband) and she said that Jr had went over to the room where Maxine was and as a child, they didn’t understand what was going on, well he had went over to her and was babbling to her and Maxine smacked him hard. My mother in-law said she had heard it from where she was and Jr started to cry. My mother in-law got up and went to go and check and she said she asked her, “Why did you hit Jr?” Right when she had said that, she said that she slid off the bed like a snake. She actually said that her body was very flexible and slid off the bed like a snake. And she said, “dad! come here!” and her dad rushed into the room. Jr had bent over to see under the bad and he screamed loud and my mother in-law looked after him and she said that her sister was looking at her with these great big eyes and that her hands and feet were clinging on tight to the spring of the bed. Their father had said call all my friends from the church.

Well once all the people had gotten there, they had to pry her off the spring of the bed and lay her down. Once she was on the bed they tied her up, my mother in-law told me that she could hear a lot of voices come out of her. One of the voices sounded like her and said, “daddy please don’t do this to me. It hurts.” One of the other men that were there had said don’t listen to it. That is not your daughter. My grandfathers heart would weaken every time he heard his daughters voice saying, “daddy it hurts.

They continue to prey and told it to leave and all the other drama.I really don’t know what else happen in between all of that, but my mother in-law said that she did hear it say.” You have won this one, but I will be back, and I will hurt your whole family. They are all mine and the window slammed open and Maxine was back.

That is all the info I know about this story. Let me know what you think, I know this has something to do with that Ouija board.

http://www.trueghosttales.com/paranormal/she-is-possessed-too/

July 30, 2009
by Lydia Lee

I have always been interested in the paranormal and firmly believe in a spiritual aspect to our existence, but my adamant feelings on the unexplained did not manipulate what happened to me. The odd occurrence happened when I lived with three other girls in a two story house and found myself one night alone in it.

I recently adopted a puppy and my neighbors, who aged from three to nine, were his biggest fans and they were always ringing the door bell hoping to see him. I decided he needed a break from them so I brought him into my room which had a bathroom connected to it. Because I had a long day at work, I decided to take things easy and started a warm bath. After soaking in it for a few moments, I heard faint voices and movement in the living room which was only down the hall from my room. (I lived on the first floor, in the masters bedroom) I figured that it was one of my roommates coming back from an outing that day and paid no more attention to it.

The foot steps traveled up to the room above mine and walked around. Then the foot steps navigated down the stairs. It seemed that each step taken on the stairs was defined and solid – like it was a large person, so I just assumed that one of the boyfriends accompanied one of my roomies. Then there was complete silence.

Suddenly but faintly there were three small taps on my door. They were low to the ground like a little kid tapped on my door, but it seemed whoever did it was kinda scared to do it because it was so faint sounding. It took me by surprise and I became immediately wigged out and croaked a soft “hello?” Of course, no reply. I was kinda freaked out and suddenly thought it was my crazy little neighbors, who somehow made it inside the house and were looking for my puppy. But that didn’t stop me from turning a hanger into a weapon as I quickly dressed and texted my boyfriend, that I was home alone but there was someone there.

I slowly walked down my hall to the living room. I checked the front door, locked. Both back and garage doors were locked as well. My boyfriend called me and I was telling him the story in the kitchen. I turned around and saw a dark little girl’s silhouette in my front living room window. I couldn’t breathe for a second until I realized that it was my neighbor. I ran to the front door and asked her if any one came inside my house or pulled up in the drive way. She was seven so I could believe her when she said no. I asked a bunch of times in different ways and she still said that no one ever came up to the house. Her and her brothers had been keeping an eye on my house waiting for my dog to come outside… that’s kinda creepy in itself, but here’s the crazy part.

Apparently she was looking through that window to my living room a few minutes before I managed to get out of the tub because she told me that all she saw was me in the living room and then suddenly I ran upstairs and then she saw me a few seconds later come into the living room from the hall which led from my bedroom. I was really confused because not once did I venture up the stairs and anyways she said I ran up the stairs BEFORE I came from the hall. I really went into the living room then the kitchen. After hearing her say that (and we debated over it for a while but she was certain that I did some kind of magic trick because I went one place and appeared in another…) I decided that I didn’t want to stay around much longer and found refuge in my boyfriend’s apartment. But just looking back now makes me wonder who that girl was she saw and why was she wearing the same clothes as me and everything… bizarre!

http://www.trueghosttales.com/paranormal/bath-tub-doppelganger/

July 31, 2009
Written by Ryan

I was at a wedding the day he told me this story. We were talking about some of my family leaving to Newfoundland and that we were to see a ghost tour of St Johns, the oldest city in Canada. He told us that he had seen a ghost about a week ago. Now I am a believer but have not seen anything paranormal so I was like “What” He was totally telling the truth. I will tell the story from his perspective.

I was invited to barbeque a few weeks back. I wasn’t familiar to the neighborhood. It is old and overgrown and a little spooky. Anyway I found the house and it was probably the nicest house in the neighborhood. They greeted me at the door and I walked in. We were talking for a bit and she had to go to cook the steak. I decided to go to the washroom, so I turned into the hallway and at the end there was an elderly native woman sitting on the couch. I nodded to her and she nodded back. I was in the washroom thinking of who it might be. Why is there a native woman with a dated dress here?

I later assumed it was my friends girlfriend which I have not met before. We sat down to eat and she was not around. I asked where the woman that was sitting on the couch was. They said what woman? This is everybody. No there was a native woman sitting out there. What native woman? You must be losing it. I later forgot about it.

Three nights later I was in my own house (He lives alone ) and I woke up at three in the morning to use the washroom when I saw the same lady sitting on my couch now. I was stunned, blinked and looked back and there was no one there. I had trouble falling back to sleep because I was hearing noises. I got up and went to the kitchen for some water and every single cupboard and drawer was open. I was now scared but I forced myself to get some water. And 6:00 I got up and went to research on my computer.

Five weeks later I went to Calgary with Amy, the girl that had the barbeque. We stopped by her moms friend who can apparently see ghosts and the first thing she said to me was. Who’s that Indian lady following you around. Amy was amazed and told her the story. She said that it was my friends friend and all she wanted was to see everyone again. She means no harm.

My grandpa lives alone and is frightened and I feel bad for him. I hope she leaves him alone. I want to go to his house and try and talk to the so called “The Native Woman.” This is 100% true.

http://www.trueghosttales.com/paranormal/the-native-woman/

From: Nick

This was when I was 15 years old (I'm 18 now) No one had ever been in the basement before, we had lived in that house for 4 years and could never get the door open. It was jammed shut and who knows how long for.

One day I actually just knocked it open after I fell over and hit it, I went down there and it was completely empty so after my Dad made sure there was nothing dangerous down there, he let me make it my bedroom since my other one was too small.

By the end of the day everything from my old room had been moved into the basement.

There was the main room right next to the staircase, my bed was under the staircase.

And in front of the staircase was a small room with no door, we wer planning on taking down the walls to make it all one big room.

I was sleeping that night when I suddenly woke up for no reason and looked around the room. A weird noise was coming from the other room, it was so weird, I don't think the best sound editors in the world could imitate it.

I got out of bed and walked over to the door, I looked in and right in the darkest corner was something horrid. It was a dark figure in the shape of a creature I have never seen before it was as tall as me *5'5*

I ran up the stairs but when I tried to open the door, I realized it was jammed shut again, I heard breathing behind me and it got closer and closer. I started screaming for my parents to help, they got to the door and started looking for something to take off the hinges.

Footsteps started coming up the stairs (there were 30 steps). I started screaming even more and kicking at the door handle to see if I could knock it off. Suddenly the door literally fell out of place and landed on the other side. I ran across it and urged my dad to help me put it back, we put it up again.

I told my parents everything that had happened, they said if it wasn't for how I was acting they would never have believed me.

We moved out a few weeks later.

I searched the house a few months ago and found out it burnt to the ground one day after my family moved out.

By: Anon

When my grandma passed away in 2003 I was constantly crying. Literally. I would cry when ever I thought of her, she and I were really close, when ever I was upset she would call me *ahuyente ahuyente* it means *shoo shoo* because I was so quiet when upset and all I wanted to do was for her to call me that again.

In the middle of the night one night, I was awoken by my phone ringing, in a tired way I answered and said hello. It was static and the voive was muffled.

The actual phone was muffled but someone was talking to me mentaly, it was words in my head, it wasn't my voice and it wasn't as if I was imaginign it, it was as if it came from the phone, it was my grandma. The first thing she said was "hi ahuyente ahuyente" I froze and nearly dropped the phone. "hello?" i said, I thought someone was playing a cruel joke on me. My grandmas voice said "shoo shoo, dry your tears, i'm always here, now go back to sleep and dream" the phone hung up, I couldn't believe what just happened, I started crying and couldn't stop for hours.

I'm ok now and after what I heard my grandma is always watching so I am ok now.

Thanks for reading.

http://www.wirenot.net/X/Articles/2009/C-D/callfromtheotherside.shtml?e=0,1,2#0

From: Menal

Now this isn't the kind of ghost story I have read on here, no dark figues that stand in the corner, no one grabbing me just this story I am about to tell you.

My family moved into a really big house, 2 storied, a massive basement and a attic. There were reports of it being haunted, it use to be a mini hosiptal but got half rebuilt to look more like a big house.

I was sleeping in the room my neighbor (who became my friend) had said was haunted by the spirit of an old woman, the reports said that she would turn the lights on and off, open the closet door and move things around.

On my first night there, I realized when I was in bed that every few minutes for about 2 seconds the bed for shake, I wouldn't really say it was vibrating or actualy shaking, I can't really explain it. I just ignored it. Then I noticed the curtains were moving around which kind of scared me because I have always been scared that someone or something is hiding behind my cutains.

So I set up a camera infront of my bed, I woke up because I heard something, my closet door was open and the glass next to my big was broken, but on a chip has broken off and it was on the desk, not in the glass, as if someone had stuck there hand into the glass and pushed the glass.

I moved my camera to the desk by my bed and went back to bed, as I was still awake, just a few seconds after I got back in bed actualy, the closet door closed again, I didn't see it but the camera did.

The next night I set up my camera and a voice recorder, in the morning I listened and watched over them.

In the video, I didn't catch anything but the curtains moving. But the sound really freaked me out, it sounded like a covosation between at least 2 people but they were wispering so I couldn't understand them and then suddenly the sound of my closet door closing.

The next night was the freakiest. My neighrbor (friend) came over at night for a sleepover. We had the camera on nightvision.

By my bed is a small table with 2 chairs on each side, the camera caugh everything, my friend and I were sitting at the table, my friend was holding the camera and suddenly both of our chairs and the table moved from right under us, we jumped out of our chairs and moved right away.

Everything was in a slightly different spot. Next my friend was sitting on another chair on the other side of the bed with the camera facing me, I was lieing on my bed and we were just talking when my friend said she said a shadow next to me, on the other side of me, not the side closest to the camera.

What she said was that it looked as if someone who was lieing down lifted the arm into the air. We ignored it, as we kept talking, I saw a shadow go past me on the floor, I sat up and there was nothing there.

We could both feel someone in the room. It wasn't the feeling that we should get out, or that *ghost* wanted us out, but just the fact that we felt someone with us freaked us out.

So in the middle of that night we woke up to find the closet door open once again, we ignored it and shortly after that, it closed again.

We got up at 3:00AM for a ghost hunt downstairs (lol) Without the camera, we took another voice recorder and left the camera and other voice recorder in my room. We were walking through the interoom, (like an inter section but it connects rooms) As I was walking I looked across the a doorway of another room down the hall and saw the outline of a person, I told my friend who had the torch to shine the light on it and when the light hit them, they stepped to the side and disapeared into the room.

I really didn't need to see that.

We checked on the voice recorder afterwards and found that at the same time I told my friend to shine the light on the *ghost* we heard wispers comign from behind where the voice recorder was. And we decided to leave the recorder in there for a while, on the recorder, we hear the door shut behind us after we leave and a few seconds later, it opens again.

So things still happen, we are still living there and thinss happen all the time, but it doesn't really scare us anymore, only when we actualy see something.

Thanks for reading =)

http://www.wirenot.net/X/Articles/2009/N-O/onceahospitalalwaysahospital.shtml?e=0,1,2#0

21 March 2009 19:36 PM
http://news.stv.tv

Photographs taken of a UFO hovering next to an RAF jet over Perthshire were treated seriously by military investigators, just-released Ministry of Defence files show.

Witnesses saw the mysterious, large diamond-shaped object hanging over the A9 at Calvine, north of Pitlochry, in August 1990. The object remained in position for about 10 minutes next to an RAF Harrier before the UFO ascended vertically at high speed.

UFOs are no stranger to Scotland. Bonnybridge and West Kilbride have a history of unusual sightings dating back decades. At the start of this year a man from Banknock recorded an apparent UFO sighting (pictured) that remains unexplained.

In the 1990 incident, two members of the public took colour photos and provided them to the Daily Record, which in turn passed six negatives to the MoD for comment. The military responded by drawing up guidelines for responding to media questions about the incident.

Military experts could not identify the UFO despite apparently commissioning detailed line drawings of the object.

Fearing there could be significant media interest, the MoD took the unusual step of briefing ministers about the sighting.

An official wrote in a memo: "Such stories are not normally drawn to the attention of ministers, and the MoD press office invariably responds to questions along well-established lines emphasising our limited interest in the UFO phenomenon and explaining that we therefore do not have the resources to undertake any in-depth investigations into particular sightings.

"On this occasion, however, the MoD has been provided with six photographic negatives of an alleged UFO by the Scottish Daily Record and has been asked for comments almost certainly for inclusion in a forthcoming story."

And in late 1991 the MoD apparently commissioned line drawings of the UFO, noting that the "sensitivity of (the) material suggests very special handling".

The incident also discloses that British military intelligence officers tasked with investigating UFO reports took a close interest in claims the US was developing a top secret spy-plane.

The sighting is included in military UFO documents made available online from Sunday by the National Archives.

The seven files, produced by the DI55 branch of the Defence Intelligence Staff, relate to the period between November 1987 and April 1993 and contain details of around 1,200 UFO sightings. They demonstrate that British officials were more concerned about advanced new aircraft being developed by the Russians and Americans than "little green men".

The files include numerous cuttings from magazines and newspapers relating to rumours that the US military was developing a hypersonic spy plane known as Aurora.

Attached to one article about Aurora from September 1991 was a note from an MoD official that read: "Attention is really focusing on this now, notwithstanding a recent USAF (US Air Force) 'denial briefing'. This is bound to prompt further questions/Parliamentary interest."

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Liverpool City Council has called in experts to study CCTV footage which appears to show a ghost in the grounds of Croxteth Hall.

Liverpool City Council are thinking of calling in a team of 'ghostbusters' to tackle unwanted guests at Croxteth Hall - even though they're unlikely to go as far as they did in the movie /Rex

Jason Karl, among ghost specialists drafted in to investigate, described the CCTV evidence as "intriguing", reports the Daily Telegraph.

He said: "Video footage of phantoms is very rare, and if this stands up to scrutiny it could be a very important piece of spectral evidence for the worldwide community of paranormal enthusiasts."

Councillor Berni Turner, Liverpool city council's executive member for the environment, said she was keeping an open mind about the investigation.

"I'm a huge believer in the paranormal and think this footage is really interesting," she added. "It's great to think that we may have ghosts walking around these beautiful grounds."

City bosses have suggested that the site could be haunted by the 7th Earl of Sefton, Hugh William Osbert Molyneux, who lived at the hall until his death in 1972.

Another theory is that the ghost could be the 2nd Earl of Sefton, William Philip Molyneux, who laid the foundation stone for Aintree Racecourse and is believed locally to revisit the hall every year at the time of the Grand National.

BY JENNA M.

I live in a small town on the southwest coast of England. As far back as I can remember, the town's old people have talked about supernatural activity - the old lady who runs the general store, my grandparents, the fishermen - everyone over the age of about 50 or so. They've seen ghosts, werewolves and UFOs, but my parents and the other younger generations seem to be a bit more skeptical about it.

It was 2006, and I'd just turned 16. There isn't much to do around where I live, so a few friends and I decided to hike to the top of a nearby hill (where witches were apparently burnt, once upon a time) and camp there for the night. This hill has always been a site for supernaturalists, and so there's a tourist information hut that only opens after dark, as well as a row of toilets.

We camped up in the late afternoon and cooked sausages over a bonfire. There were six of us - me, two guys, my two best girl friends and my boyfriend. Just before seven, we saw Jeff (I live in the kind of place where you know everybody's name) going into the tourist information office. He waved and we waved back, and he told us to come and see him if we needed anything - he'd be in the office all night.

We've been creeped out by rustlings and such when we've gone camping before, so the six of us were all in one massive tent, the girls sandwiched between the guys. After a lot of giggling and talking, we all fell asleep at about 11. I know it was then because I made my boyfriend set an alarm for the following morning, and I saw the time.

I woke in the early morning (about two or so), really desperate for a pee. The whole hill and surrounding countryside was pitch black, which was odd because it never really gets dark that high up. Anyway, I went to the toilet block and pulled on the door of the ladies, which was locked. That was strange, too; Jeff knew we'd be there and had always left it open in the past. (I know because my friend Tammy has camped there before, and she tells a very funny story about the really bad locks on the toilet doors.)

I went across the grass to the tourist info office, looking for Jeff. I tapped on the glass and it was slid back, but the person in the hut was a skinny guy, about 20. His hair was stringy and shoulder length.

"Where's Jeff?" I asked, and the guy explained that he'd received a call on his cell phone, which meant he'd had to go home immediately. That was when I really started to get freaked. Jeff doesn't have a cell phone, and whenever he sees me on mine, he warns me that it'll rot my brain.

I tried to make small talk for a few minutes, when all the while I had started shaking really hard. The guy seemed very interested in me; in fact, it was almost like he was flirting. I was starting to think that my fears had been stupid when I looked up and right into his eyes. I had to stop myself screaming. They were black -- pitch black with no whites and no pupil that I could see.

I tried to move away from the window then, tried to back away, but my legs wouldn't take me! Finally, feeling really stupid, I began to say all this stuff in my head, the way you do when you can't do anything else. I began to count to 10 and hope I could move, to sing and hope I could move, and all the while this creepy guy was slowly moving away from the window and out of the hut!

Finally, for want of anything else, I said the Lord's Prayer in my head. As I did so, my legs became unstuck, and I started gabbling all the psalms and prayers I could. The guy just seemed to... fade, I guess. Back into the darkness.

I don't know whether I saw the demon or the devil on that hill, but you know what? Jeff doesn't even remember going up the hill, let alone talking to us. So who was it who had waved at us earlier? Whatever the truth, I am never going up the witch hill again, night or day.

BY GLEN P.

I'm from in Southampton, U.K. Many years ago, while I was a student nurse, I had an odd experience. One bright sunny morning a matchstick fell from my matchbox. As I went to pick it up, to my amazement it "jumped" several times before launching itself into the air. There it stayed, stationary, parallel to the floor and accompanied by "clicking" sounds (like static electricity). I guess it stayed there for around 6-8 seconds, about a foot away from my face.

I was dumbstruck and I sat motionless watching it, feeling no fear. It then moved slightly toward me, and at that point my calm demeanor evaporated. After a shriek, I lashed out with my hand, hit the floating matchstick and fled from the flat.

I always regretted doing that and later I swore that if I ever had another strange incident, I would not panic. I related the incident to my father, who I was very close to. I knew what I had seen actually happened, but was well aware that others may not believe me, or might be concerned for my mental state! I trusted that my father knew me well enough to be sure that I wouldn't concoct such an odd story, so I was disappointed when his verdict was that he believed that I thought I saw this event. Not exactly the same thing as unconditional belief.

Over the years that followed this event, it would be the subject of further discussion between us, but I could never get him to budge from his view. Whenever I related this incident to others, I always felt that the story was "unfinished," that it didn't have an appropriate "punch-line." Incidentally, I lived in this flat for a further five years and never had another strange incident.

My father died on Friday, 14 January, 1994. I was devastated. I cried constantly, lost two stone in weight and couldn't really see the point to life. One afternoon, my daughter came round and the two of us sat quietly chatting. We suddenly heard the sound of shattering glass coming from the kitchen. We went out to check, could see nothing on the floor to account for the noise.

We were just about to leave the kitchen when I happened to glance over to a set of Pyrex tea mugs, each with a different coloured plastic holder. Mine was the red one, and to my amazement the glass had shattered, apparently spontaneously, into small cubes of glass. As I went over -- it really is very difficult to compare what I saw with something familiar, since I have no real point of reference -- I could see that these hundreds of cubes were moving, wriggling like maggots. The cubes then formed into what I can only describe as a mini "volcano" with a caldera on top. Some glass cubes were rolling around the base of the "volcano," others were being spewed from the top. There was the same accompanying sound of clicking or static.

My daughter and I watched in amazement and, remembering my regrets from the matchstick incident many years earlier, I told her to go get the video camera. I filmed the event as best I could, although the camera didn't seem too keen to focus on the broken glass and kept readjusting its focus to a jar of coffee behind the glass.

As we continued to watch, we both felt that the clicking sound might be Morse code. My father was a Morse code translator in the RAF during WWII and he had taught both of us Morse. Unfortunately, neither of us could remember enough of it to translate any message which might have been there. We did address this seething mass, asking if my father was there. As we did so, a tiny cube of glass would float up and travel toward the asker, gently touching her then falling to the ground. We timed the incident and it lasted exactly one hour on the dot. At the beginning, the movement of the glass was frantic, but over the hour it lessened until, at the end, there were just a couple of cubes still moving, then none. It seemed to have a limited amount of energy and once that was used up, it was just an ordinary pile of broken glass.

Incidentally, I still have the glass fragments but they have never moved again! After the event, my daughter exclaimed, "Oh my God! Do you know what day it is?" I replied it was Friday and she filled in the rest of the date: Friday, 14 October 1994 -- exactly nine months to the day since my father had died. We checked the calendar and discovered that in 1994 there were only two Friday 14ths - the day my father died and the day of this incident.

I can't help but believe that in the absence of rational explanation, my father was sending a double-edged message. Firstly, "Stop grieving. I'm ok." Secondly, "Now I do finally believe you saw that floating matchstick." The truly odd thing about this is that it would seem that the purpose of the first matchstick event was simply to validate the second volcano event all those years later. An example of cause following effect in essence. Time working in reverse maybe? Anyway, it had the desired outcome. From that moment my grief started to subside and I returned once more to the belief that life was worth living. It was a cathartic turning point for me and my family.

BY FENU

In May of 1972, I was hiking on the Appalachian Trail in Virginia. On a beautiful, cool, early Sunday morning, I was moving quite rapidly, enjoying the perfect walking weather. Back then, the Trail followed many more old farm roads and abandoned rights-of-way than it currently does, and at this point I was walking along a very old road, with a split rail fence on my left and an open field on my right, bordered on its far side by another rail fence. There was about 4-6 inches of ground fog on an otherwise cool and perfect morn.

I suddenly noticed a person walking with his back to me, in the field, close to the far fence, with a dark-colored, long coat and dark, wide-brimmed hat. This person was walking about 30 yards to the right, and about 20-30 yards ahead of me, and was moving rather slowly, looking at the ground, as if searching for some lost item.

I was moving at a good clip, and as I gained ground, the person slowly picked up speed while making a left turn, which eventually brought him on an intersecting line to where I was headed. As he came closer, now facing me, I could see that he was an older Caucasian man with a white beard and was heading right for me while still looking at the ground.

I altered my pace so as not to collide, and when he was right near, he looked up, right into my eyes, with these weird, cloudy blue eyes of his. I had an instant feeling of dread, with a vision of a knife flashing through my mind as I noticed all in one quick glance that his hat, boots (no fog on the road-path), coat, hat and shirt were all of another era. He basically looked like a 19th-century photo come to life. The other thought that flashed through my mind was that he must be an Amish man out for a Sunday morning stroll, since I knew that they still make all of their own garb.

He came so close that I had to stop as he passed to avoid colliding with him. I said, "Nice morning, isn't it?", but he offered not a word, just that scary, piercing gaze. I felt very uneasy as he passed, what with the vision of the knife passing through my mind's eye.

I turned around as he passed behind me -- and he was gone! There is no way he could have just disappeared if he were a real person, as the woods were 50-60 yards away along the fence-lined path, and no human could have covered that distance in the 1-2 seconds it took me to turn around as he passed. I made record time to the next road-crossing, and out of that stretch of woods.

(http://paranormal.about.com)

BY NANCY A.

This event took place in August of 1993 in Minot, North Dakota. My husband was working out of town and I was home alone. It was 2:05 a.m; I could see the clock on the nightstand. I had been sleeping several hours when, all of a sudden, I felt somebody in bed with me! I was absolutely terrified! I knew I would be attacked any second. Someone must have broken into the house.

I lay there, heart pounding, adrenaline flowing full force, waiting for him to make his move. After lying there several minutes and getting my fear under control, I realized this man was sound asleep. He was not snoring, but he was fast asleep. Another 20 minutes went by... he was still asleep.

By this time I had calmed down somewhat and I realized the strangest thing: I loved this man. I loved him more than I had ever loved anyone and that he would not harm me, but still I was afraid to wake him up. I thought to myself, Is this man real? I decided to find out without waking him. Very slowly, very carefully I reached over and touched him... everywhere... except on his face. I took my time about this as I did not want to wake him. He was a real, live, breathing man. He was much smaller than my husband, had reddish blonde hair, a beard and was wearing red long underwear. Union suits I think they were called in the old days.

I still had no idea who he was except for the fact that I loved him. By this time the adrenaline rush had worn off and I was exhausted. I was so very, very tired I went to sleep. When I woke in the morning he was gone. I have often wondered: Why didn't I check myself out? Was I me, in my present body? I think I may have slipped back into another time period and another life. I have never had this happen before or since, and I don't want this to happen again.

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BY A. ANDERSON

I lived in a haunted house for two years. In 2006 I found an adorable cottage-style house in Minneapolis, Minnesota. It was built in 1924, had all wood floors, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, detached garage, a lot of storage space, and all for a very good price.

The very first day I moved in, I saw a floating female face in my closet, which was actually more like a tunnel going into the wall. My bedroom was definitely the most active room in the house. My door would open and slam shut all the time. I tried putting all of my weight against the closed door to see if it would open, but you had to turn the knob all of the way to make it open.

I believe this was an active haunting because it seemed that the ghost was listening to us. One evening, I was sitting on the back deck having drinks with my two roommates. This was right outside one of their bedroom windows. I was exchanging stories of odd happenings that I had experienced in the house. One roommate (the one whose room we were sitting next too) laughed and told us we were crazy. She decided to go in and find a sweater. When she walked into her room, she discovered that her rug had spun 180 degrees, was all wrinkled and the door slammed shut behind her! I guess the ghost was listening!

There were days that I would walk out of the kitchen for just a moment, and when I returned all of the cupboards would be open and the faucet would be running! Even if I was home alone! We also witnessed a white, skirted figure running quickly from room to room. Definitely female. I believe she was the original owner of the home.

The only time I was fearful of her was when she threw a giant box fan across the room. It had been resting on a stool, but it didn't just fall. It flew across the room and hit the opposite wall. It did not just tip over! We experienced several other paranormal events in the house, including footsteps, shadow figures, odd photographs, and levitating objects, but we ended up being fond of the ghost. If there was not activity after a few days, we would wonder where she went. I think she was watching over her house. I wonder if the current residents of the house are scared of her or as fascinated as we were.

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From: Denise Jones (nananiecie@yahoo.com)
Story type: Out of Body Experience
Location: Back Porch
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Thu Jun 18 13:31:15 2009

My son Adam passed away in 2001 from a herion overdose. I sat on my back porch just thinking of him and visualizing him from head to toe and pretending to get a hug from him for he had not been gone but a few weeks. I closed my eyes and visualized him and felt he was sitting there with me and I felt his hug. It felt so good and real. It helped me get through that day. A few days later I went back to the porch and sat down to experience this again. As soon as I closed my eyes I saw light red and in that very moment, I heard a whooshing sound and I seemed elevated above thousands of people(it felt like I was there but only through my eyes) My thought were racing, I was afraid and confused but above all those feelings, I was in awe) I then got the feeling that I was at a beach somewhere even tho I never saw an ocean, I felt that was the setting I was seeing. The sky was a blue I cannot describe as the blue here on earth. It was amazing.

Then I felt like I zoomed to a spot where a young man was walking on a path. I started from his feet and followed up and all the while I was beginning to recognize this person. As I got to his back and back of head (his back was to me) I realized it was my son. I said out loud, " It's Adam". As I said that, he turned around and with a look of puzzlement as if he heard me but did not know quite what was said or who had said it. At that moment I was right back on the porch and opened my eyes.

I knew this was real. I knew I had left my body and went there. I knew I was in this place and that what I had seen was real. I felt the Lord had mercy and love for my pain and my fear that I could not help my son as he was no longer here on earth and I begged God during the first days of my son's death, that I could know in my heart that the Lord had Adam and that he was safe.I knew then that God showed me He had my son and I thank God for giving me,a simple,sinful,blemished person, that peace that moment of proof,and the healing of my broken heart. I feel I am a witness to life-after death, out of body experience and that God loves us so much that sometimes He takes those of us that are heartbroken and are nothing but a soul hurting and personally gives us a glimpse of his love and promise that we will be with Him and our loved ones again. I saw Adam, I will be with him again.

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Ok. I have told this story to friends in the past and most do not believe me. It is not of any particular concern to me whether you believe my story or not. I just tell the story as it happened and the rest is your decision.

It happened the day after my 11th birthday after I had awoken from a full night's sleep. Laying in my bed, I gazed at the two birthday balloons which were floating on my bedroom ceiling. I felt a presence in my room and was convinced that I was not alone. The presence felt young to me and I gave it the name of "Chris". I began talking with Chris and inquiring into where he came from, what he was doing here, and if he would let me see him or in some way confirm his existence.

After what seemed to be a good thirty minutes into the intuitive conversation, I asked him to move the balloons, which were sitting still in the ceiling's opposite corner, to the opposite side of the room. My ceiling fan was on low, so there was a slight air flow in the room that did not do more than jiggle the balloons in the corner. I was not very surprised when the balloons slowly but steadily made their way to the corner I requested.

I remember thinking that I should feel frightened or afraid of this unknown force guiding my balloons, but strangely I felt a sense of well being and calm or mellowness. As my requests continued, so did the responses. Everywhere I asked Chris to move the balloons, he did, and he would also vary the height at which the balloon floated upon my requests. I new the situation was outside of many normal experiences, but I was not anxious nor did I feel threatened like I thought I would if I ever found myself tapped into the presence of a ghost or spirit.

The experience ended when my mom began calling for me to breakfast. Although I ended up telling her the story, it was not until years later when I did not care what people had to say about it.

One day in a small town, a little boy was happy to live with his mom, his dad and a beloved grandfather. His grandpap would take the little boy fishing, to the movies and play catch. The little boy was only five.

One night, the little boy woke to a noise in front of his bed. His grandpap was standing in front of it. "Grandpap, what are you doing here?" His grandpap answered, "Listen, soon I will be leaving you. I will travel far and will never see you again." At this the little boy cried, "No!" Grandpap said, "It can't be helped. However, I have a ring. I want you to have it to remember me by."

At this he gave a gold ring with his family inscription inside to the little boy. The little boy thanked his grandpap and went back to sleep.

In the morning, the little boy was very happy that he had this ring and had to tell his parents. At the breakfast table, the little boy happily told his parents about his grandfather's visit. When he finished, his father turned white and said, "What? That's impossible! Don't make up stories like that!"

The little boy said, "But Pop, he gave me this ring to remember him by" and gave his father the ring.

His father turned another shade if pale (if that were possible) and said, "Son, your grandfather died two nights ago in his sleep and was wearing that ring. I saw it at the funeral."

True story.