its long story for people who like reading about the ghosts stories


Hi Carmen, it's katarinasmommy from the boards!
This isn't actually my ghost story, but my hubby's. My hubby first met Joseph when he was 3. He has always been a part of my hubby's life since then, and I guess you could say he is a part of mine. My children grew up with Joseph being a "part of the family." Joseph isn't malicious, just kind of mischievous. He likes to change the channels on the TV, open and shut doors, and touch people. Until today, I had never seen Joseph, just felt his presence. As I was going through some recently developed pictures, I found this one...The actual picture is of my mother in law and her puppy, but look in the doorway, and you will see Joseph...

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in germany i sent a card for my grandma's birthday, i didnt know she was
in the hospital in a coma. my aunt said she read the card to her she had
opened her eyes then closed them and past on.one night afteri came home,
i was awaken by something i saw at the foot of my bed a form of an old
woman, she nodded at me then vanished the light was so bright i could
see the wallpaper on the wall. iw ent
back to sleep got up the next morning,
told my mother what happen she said it was gramma telling me she's ok

peter t. granger


i have lived in a haunted house for 11 yrs now. it is my boyfriends house i am the only one who sees them. he hears them and my daughters hear them and feel them. when i first moved in we were laying on the bed and a old man came out of the closet and went into the hall. i didn't know what to say, i told him that someone just came out of the closet and he didn't say a word. about 3 months later my sister came over to see my new clothes. we were upstairs and i handed her a dress, she threw it dowm on the floor and went downstairs. when she got home later she called and told me what had happened. she said the when she was looking at the dress it was ripped out of her hands and thrown to the floor. now she dosen't vivit very often and when she does she stays by the door. my boyfriends daughter died about 2 yrs ago in a car crash, we have seen her and heard her. her son(3) talks to her also, he states the she lives under his bed.i have seen her standing in the hallway, she also takes things from the house. she has sat on my daughter's bed and mine also. one time i had a dream i think about her, she was showing me where she is now, and she kept telling to touch my daughters arm, we could see her but she couldn't see us,i did touch her arm several times. when she got home from school i asked her if anything happened at school and she said the her arm felt funny, like someone was touching it.........creepy huh? i take care of his father and aunt during the day and i have heard someone screaming very low, now they don't have a tv or a radio out there.and i have seen people in the barns and the house. i think that they are keeping an eye on things there....sorry it is so long but i haven't had anyone to tell this to....thanks jeannette


This was back in the early 80's. My parents were going through a really rough divorce. I was 16 years old at the time. I was the typical teenager. Partying, skipping school, etc.
We lived in a two-story house in a nice subdivision, in Maryland. We were as far as I know the second family that lived there. I always had a strange feeling about the former family. I cant explain why I had those feelings. Anyway, the lot next to us would not perk so couldn't be built on. We had a huge corn field beyond that.
I always had a creepy feeling about this area, around the house but, shrugged it off. Guessing it was because it was so dark an creepy at night.
I was sitting in the family room one night, ( a former garage turned into the family room.) Watching TV. I sat in a chair in front of our sliding glass door. The curtains were pulled shut, they were heavy curtains with a white lining.
I thought I saw something pass the sliding door. Figuring it was my imagination. I ignored it. I then saw 2- red what I thought were tail lights of a car, pass the door. From the sliding glass door you could see the road that I lived off of and the cars passing on the road. So I ignored the red lights so I thought they were. (not).
I again in a few minutes saw the figure again. I thought it was one of my friends playing a joke on me. So, I got up to investigate.
What I saw scared the crap out of me. I opened the curtains, and the sliding glass door. I saw a figure, black and outlined in a hooded-cloak, like Monks would wear, walking down the hill in our yard toward the empty lot. I froze not knowing what it was. Staring at it. It turned towards me just as it reached the end of our lot. I saw red eyes looking at me and then it grinned at me. And disappeared on the edge of our property.
Well, needless to say, I freaked out. Yanked the door shut and the curtains.
I never said anything to anybody about it. I figured my imagination was really acting up. A few days or weeks passed and I was still pretty freaked about what I saw.
I laid in bed reading a book one night. And swear I heard something tapping lightly on my window. My room was on the second floor of the house. At first I paid it no mined. Thought it was the wind. Or my imagination. I continued to read and when I was finished. Turned my lights off and in my window were those red eyes again. They then disappeared. I ignored it again. I hadn't had that experience since that night.
Sometime later and I mean several years later. My brother who's 8 years younger than me. Got to talking in general about our old house, my Mom has since moved and so have we.
I happened to mention my experience with whatever that was. As I was describing it, he got the strangest look on his face. Like he knew exactly what I was talking about.
He described seeing the same thing at about the same time period I did.
I can only chalk it up to the fact that we had a lot of turmoil in that house at that time and were visited by an unfriendly host.

Hi Carmen,
I want to share something that happened to me very recently. I had a huge 25 pound black cat named Guys. He was my beloved pet for 6 wonderful years. Well, this past Saturday, September 15, he died trying to protect me. There was a pygmy rattlesnake on my front porch. When I opened the door to go outside, Guys flew out the door ahead of me and started growling. I have never heard him growl before. He jumped on that snake and started biting it. Well, by the end of the fight, Guys had killed the rattler, but my precious kitty had been bitten badly. There was nothing I could do. By the time I got him to the vet he had died. As you can imagine, I was extremely upset. Now for the ghost part. That night while I was laying in bed crying, I felt something jump up on the bed and walk up to my side and lay down beside me. Just like Guys always did every night. When I sat up and looked down, there was an indentation on the blanke Sincerely,
Kelly Workman


Ok, quickly just want to say that I enjoy getting your letter every day, and love the family stories you put in. Now, when I was little, whenever we had company, my mother would make me sleep on the top bunk in my brother's room. Whenever i'd sleep in there, I would hear bagpipes playing for a minute, then a man's voice would ask me if I had ever spent the night somewhere before. Of course, I was too scared to answer, and I would get tickled. It happened every time I didn't sleep in my own bed. Well, my brother, sister and I stayed every Friday night at my grandparents house. Finally, it started happening there,too. One night, I finally got the nerve to say, "YES!!" and I did NOT get tickled, and it never happened again. Weird, huh? Jennifer Bell, Hopkinsville, K



My husband and I had our home built in 2000. And at first everything was
fine, until we moved in. There has been many things happen in our new trailer
since 2000. Like for instance you can hear things at night. People talking
and music along with things like people walking in the trailer. And sometimes
you can hear what at first my husband excused as wind come across the top of
the trailer or around the sides.
One night while laying in bed we both had seen a little boy sitting on our
dresser. With his finger over his mouth as to say hush. When we tried to get
up to get a closer look he disappeared. So we just thought we were seeing
things. And excused the whole thing. The next day I was in the kitchen with
my back turned when I hear a woman in the living room say the name Edgar. I
turned around and nothing was there. Till this day there has been two stains
on our wall on both sides of the couch as if pictures were hanging there a
long time, but to our knowledge there has never been any hanging there.
Needless to say there has been so many things happen in this home. And it
continues to go on today perhaps less frequently, but still it goes on.
Just when you think there's nothing there, it happens and you once again
become aware of it.
New occurrences are happening as well for instance, when you're in the home
a lone you don't feel alone. My brother lives near us on the same land. He
couldn't sleep the other night and decided to walk on the back porch a good
feet or so away from the trailer. He swore he could hear us arguing and
decided to check it out, when he approached the trailer he heard nothing. He
knocked on the door and told us he needed to speak to us. We then sat down
and spoke to him about what he had heard. At the time we were asleep and had
heard my brother yelling for us.(that's why we were at the door for) we were
about to open the door and check out everything when he knocked. my friend
whom lives next door swore they seen us at our window last night, but we were
visiting my brother and farther at their home! Even more frightening than all
of this is waking to find my husbands grand parents sitting on our couch that
belong to them! When we got married we didn't have much starting out like
most couples we got used furniture and things from my mother in law whom is
wonderful. She told us it belonged to his grand parents that had passed on in
1998. (We were married in 1999) Things such as their couch, end tables,
lamps, and two gold chairs that belonged to his grand father. We lived in an
apartment at first and things similar to these happened there too. My brother
had slept on the couch one night while visiting us had saw my husbands grand
father sitting in the gold chair. The next morning although he had never met
this man he described him to a tee! So under advice of a friend, whom we
consider somewhat a ghost expert, we have gotten rid of the couch, the chairs
and the end tables as well as the lamps. we have not seen the grand parents
since we gotten rid of their furniture. However the ghostly things are still
happening. Our friend said that she feels it's not the grand parents, but
perhaps a small child trying to be mischievous and likes to play games with
us. I don't think it's out to harm us, but I believe that it has potential in
becoming anything it wants too. And I feel this way because I'm not for sure
who it is and how many may be here. I do know one is a small child or at
least we've seen a small child on more than one occasion. And also I believe
that perhaps a woman is there as well as a man although they've not revealed
themselves to us. They do not seem evil or mean. They seem to allow us to
know their presence, but for what I do not know. What force is keeping them
here and why are we a part of it? I'm not for certain, but I do believe in
their presence and that they are living among me and my family. Thanks for
listening. Melissa



my husband's friend used to joke that there was a ghost in
his
house. One night we stayed over and about 12am I hear someone walking behind
me and turn around to see an old man walk across the kitchen (which is in
front of
the room I'm in). Rick has alot of people in and out and weird times and I
was just
going to ask who it was until he walked through the wall between the kitchen
and
laundry room.

Was glad my husband was there or I wouldn't have stayed. You
can just feel that hair on the back of your neck stand up I lived in 2 other
haunted
houses as a child so you think I'd get used to it!.

Michelle J.


Carmen this is a true ghost story. It happened to me when I was 16 years old.
My Grandfather got really sick when I was a teenager. The doctors told my mom it was just a matter of time before he would die. He had black lung. My grandfather ask me if you could one thing that is mine what would that be. and I told him I wanted the old mantel clock with the westminster chimes and the key that you opened the face of the clock to wind. He gave it to me. I dusted it lovingly and took great care of it. one night the clock stopped running and I tried to wind it and when I put the key in the winder I felt a cold go up and down my spine. I started screaming and crying. my dad ask me what was wrong and I told him Grandpa is dead grandpa is dead. I was hysterical. 10 minutes later my mom called and told my father that Grandpa had passed on at 8:56 the exact time my/grandpa's clock had stopped. Later when mom got home I told her what had happened she got really pale and said before grandpa died he had uttered something about Lisa i love you, don't forget to wind the clock. I still have the clock and it still reads 8:56 it has never worked since that night.


My name is Michelle and I was 15 when my mother died back in 1992. She became an alcoholic for about ten years after her father passed away. Well, after she had died, there had been alot of strange occurrences - whereas, I never believed in ghosts or spirits because they only existed in sci-fi or horror movies. I have a few stories....

One day, I looked in my wallet, and I was missing a ten dollar bill. I never took it out of my wallet for anything, and when I went to get it, it was gone. So after yelling at my brother and sister, I searched everywhere. I searched even in the basement - even though I was not down there recently. I gave up, and thought that it had been stolen. That night, I went downstairs into the basement to get something. When I turned around, to go back upstairs, I towards the floor by the door. There was my ten dollar bill standing up on its end against the wall by the door. I knew that was definitely wierd - I didn't realize that a bill could stand like that without falling onto the floor. I still didn't think it could be a ghost. Well, I walked upstairs and to my astonishment - where my brother and sister were sitting watching television, on the couch, I witnessed a human-like figure, however it was transparent, travelling behind our livingroom window curta Also, I had a German Shepherd, her name was Sandy. Sandy was a great dog. One day, my cousin, my sister, and I were in our room (which was actually my mother's old room - since we changed rooms after she had died). Sandy began to bark at the mirror by where my mother's bed used to be. She then ran to the door and cried to get out - but my sister and I looked at each other and tried to figure out hat she was crying about. Sandy kept running back to that mirror, and barking and jumping and crying and also scratching the mirror and the door - I never saw her like that before. There was something there, that only she could see - we couldn't see what could possibly be bothering her like that. I know that animals are very keen on what they sense, and what the human senses are not able to perceive. We can only assume that it may have been our mother.

To this day, she still makes an "appearance", whether or not my father wants to realize it or not. Although I think he may know, but he doesn't want to share his stories. I have a step-mother now, who knows my mother's presence is real - she has her own stories to tell. Toys making noises in the middle of the night, shadows of a "figure" going down the hallway, doors closing...

It was scary at first - but they have grown to understand more about it. Me, I'm still scared...except when she comes into my dreams; maybe thats why I never really "see" any more occurrences anymore. She lets herself be known to me in my dreams - which I prefer!


Michelle



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