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In February of this year I was staying at my grandma's house, what I am about to share with you sent chills down my spine and up my arms before she could even begin her story. It was in the middle of the night when she kept hearing my bedroom door slam and then the bathroom door would follow with a slam as well. She continued by saying this went on several times more, and then she heard me scream, "Get the f--- out of here." She then jumped up, ran to my room, I was sound asleep and so was my 3 yr. old, right next to me. After checking on me she went back to her room as she sat on her bed, she was distracted by a black figure that was long starting from the top of the ceiling to the floor, it was floating away from my room. Of course my grandma turned on all the lights, started to pray. And did not disturb me.
I have my own place now. But there are nights I have to sleep with a candle lit, because I'll be walking to the bathroom and suddenly get the chills and it scares me.
what should I do? Is there something going on spiritually that I can start understanding? Or am I just being paranoid?
Submitted by:
Vanessa
The following is one the milder and true stories from my childhood that is not in my book. To see about my most unusual book of spirits, ghosts, haunting and 9-11 encoded 4 years before see my website at: www.drryles.com
Growing up in the South U.S. 30+ years ago I, like most all kids of that time and place, had a swing in the yard. The one I had was not a metal swing set, but was a true old rope swing hung from a tree branch.
I spent a lot of time playing on that old swing and in the field behind our house which had once been a horse pasture many years before we had moved there.
When I was about 11 years old I had just discovered my love for music and since it was Summer and I didn't have to get up for school, I was allowed to stay out until well after dark, as long as I stayed close to the house. Many nights I would be on that swing until well into the night listening to my small transistor radio, as long as I kept it low. It was just me, the music, and a soft light from a distant streetlight.
One night about 10PM, I suddenly had the strange feeling that something was behind me looking at me, staring at me. I stopped swinging and looked back to see a beautiful large white dog with big dark eyes. He just stood motionless, no barking, no growling, no tail wagging, just strangely motionless. Not having a dog at that time but always having a love for dogs, I wanted to pet him. I turned around for only a second to get up and when I looked back he had vanished. I didn't hear him leave, but I thought he must have ran away. I didn't think much about it and went back to swinging.
The very next night, at about 10PM, he appeared again. This time though it sounded like he had ran up behind me quickly. I looked back and once again saw him just as before motionless looking at me with his big dark eyes. This time for some reason I had a slightly different feeling than before. I still wanted to pet him but for some reason at the same time felt slightly uncomfortable. Like for some unknown reason something wasn't quite right. I slowly got up to walk to him and he ran behind my fathers car and into the field behind our house. I was only a few feet away from him but when I got behind the car once again it was as if he just vanished.
The third and last time he appeared was about a day or 2 later. He appeared just as before, but this time with a chilling difference. Once again it sounded like he had ran up behind me and once again I turned to see him looking at me. This time though, I could see smoke coming out of his mouth and nose. The kind you see when it is a very cold Winters day and you breath outside. It was Summer though and by far too hot for that. His big dark eyes locked with mine as he stared directly at me and raggedly breathed the smoke for 10-15 seconds, like he had been running hard. Suddenly he turned and ran into the field. I did not try to follow him this night into the darkness. It was as if something told me not to. I quickly got up and went into the house for the night.
I never saw him again after that night and never saw him in the neighborhood, which I knew quite well. Especially which neighbors had dogs. I was a little scared and puzzled, but being a kid quickly forgot about it.
I didn't think of it again until what happened with my father a few years later.
It was a Summer evening just before Sunset when my father looked out his bedroom window and came running through the house yelling to me to come and help him. I asked what was wrong and he said there was a horse in the field behind our house and he needed me to help him catch it or make it leave before it destroyed his garden. We both ran outside and into the field to see nothing wrong. No horse and everything was normal. I asked him exactly what he had seen and he said he had seen a huge white horse running through the field as fast as he could, like he was scared. He said the horse had ran through his garden 2-3 times and he was sure it had been completely trampled.
We looked at the small garden, which was in the corner of the field, beside the old pasture fence. Tomatoes, cucumbers, Bell peppers, etc. about a 15 by 15 foot area. Nothing was out of place. I asked him once again if he was sure the horse had ran through the garden and he assured me that he had. He had "Ran through it 2 or 3 times in a panic" he repeated to me again . We both looked even closer around the pasture and at the dirt in the garden, which was still soft from being watered only a few hours before, and couldn't even see a single hoof print or any sign that anything had been in the pasture at all.
As we stood there, both puzzled, I remembered about the big white dog I had seen a few years before that had ran into the same field and I told my father the story of what I had seen and felt myself a few Summers before.
Submitted from: Donald Ryles PhD, CH, Southern USA, contact@drryles(dot)com
I was twelve years old when I had an experience that I won't forget. My mom owned a shop and we had just moved into a shop where its recent owner had committed suicide about eight years earlier by carbon monoxide poisoning so he was not able to breathe.
I was at the store helping my parents move their stuff in and my brother went to a different section which was being used as a rental hall for parties and wedding receptions. In the rental hall there is a room which goes off the rental hall and has a long dark hallway which is always locked up and very seldomly used. Well my brother and I were just standing there talking about nothing in particular when we heard a noise and didn't really think nothing of it until we heard it again and at that time we paid attention to it. It sounded as if it was coming from within the dark hallway. The noises we heard sounded like footsteps and really raspy breathing as if someone was having trouble breathing. We both looked at each other and took off running back into the shop and told are parents and they didn't really believe us (boy am I glad we moved out of that place)!!!!
Submitted from: Ohio, USA
My experience is a very scary one...
First let me explain..ever since I was 15 I have seen this black figure standing at the side of my bed periodically. He has always haunted me and he seems as if he wants to cause me pain but I do not let him. It has been 4 years and when I see him he looks like a tall undertaker (you know black hat, no face ,black trench coat) he's always following me around. He does not want me to be happy. I have been living with my boyfriend for a year and I think this got the spirit upset because he has invaded my boyfriend's dreams. He's always causing me to feel chills and I'm always hearing stuff in my brain. My boyfriend and I were fighting constantly when we were in the apartment, I suddenly became violent, like a pure demon. This had my boyfriend concerned so he took me to a spiritualist and she told me that this thing wants to kill me or it wants me never to be happy. He's like a curse. He wants me to be alone so I could be vulnerable. I'm very scared and I'm always waking up with bruises. Like today I woke up with a black and blue bruise on my wrist. I'm really scared. This thing does not leave me in peace.
Submitted from: Yersenia, New York, New York
Over the years, I have seen, heard and felt hundreds of things I can't explain. But the one event that frightens me to this day is an experience I had at a friend's house.
My friend "Joe" and I are both very sensitive to paranormal activity. One Saturday, we decided to call on some mutual friends, "Dan" and "Mike Adams." Dan and Mike were brothers, Dan being the younger. Dan and Mike's parents had recently moved into a new home in one of those neighborhoods that grew up after WWII to supply returning soldiers with homes of their own to start families in. Neither Joe nor I had yet been to the house.
Dan and Mike had always been outgoing and friendly, the life of the party, as it were. Their parents had also been a happy, loving couple. But in the last few months, stress levels had begun to rise in the Adams household, and it seemed as if even their personalities were changing --especially Mike.
From the moment Joe and I arrived that Saturday, we could tell something was wrong. We walked in the front door, and I got a distinct sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. On the grand tour of the house, we stopped in the upstairs bedroom, belonging to Dan. The sick feeling subsided, and I knew that whatever else went on in the house, this had been a safe place for its inhabitants. We finished the upstairs, and ventured into the basement. The stairway was against a wall on the left side. On that wall at the end of the stairs were two doors. The second was the washroom and the first was Mike's bedroom. The sinking, stifling feeling I had felt upstairs increased, exponentially as we descended the stairs. We went to the couch and chairs which faced the television on a stand next to the stairs, and the doors to the rooms were now on our right. We sat watching television for about an hour, all the while, Joe and I felt more and more uncomfortable. There was something, the only way I can describe it is like an energy field seeping out from the right side of the room. It came to us in pulses. Someone suggested we watch a video, and Mike said he had some we could watch. He got up, went across the basement, and opened his door. As he did so, the energy force that had been pulsating before, now rolled out of his room into the basement in a wave. I was frozen in terror. I had never felt pure evil until that day. Joe grabbed my arm and screamed for us all to run. The four of us vaulted up the stairs and didn't stop until we hit the neighbors' lawn where we collapsed, panting and frightened half to death. Afterwards, Mike slept upstairs, and the four of us did some digging to see what caused the disturbance. It turns out that the house had been on the market for some time before Dan and Mike's parents bought it. But why? After much probing, and some coercing, we got the story. The original family bought the house just after the war. The man was a G.I. just returned from Europe, and the woman had worked for the army overseas. They lived in the house without incident for several years, even had a child. When the boy was about eight, something happened. The man just snapped, and killed his wife and his son. Then he killed himself. In Mike's bedroom.
Whether the evil in that house came from the man, or had proceeded the house, no one is truly sure. It has been six years since that incident. Since then, the Adams have moved to a new home. None of us know how the new family is getting along, if they haven't already moved. Nor do we care to go back to find out.
Submitted from: Minnesota, USA
I live in an old colonial house in a historic district in Northern New Hampshire. This house has belonged to my family for six generations. When a possession is held close to the heart, it tends to take on a personality, yet we think that there is no consequence for these thoughts. My experience argues otherwise.
At the age of 17, I first moved to our old family home. My Grandmother was dying of cancer and did not wish to leave the house in favor of a hospital. My family understood this and arranged for home health care and packed our things, moving two towns away to the old house.
It was my first night there, sleeping in what was always to be "my room." My parents were already in bed and my grandmother was asleep downstairs. I shut off the light and began to pull the covers over me when I heard a man's voice say "Goodnight." When I heard the voice I immediately turned on the light to see what my father was doing up, but found no one there and the doors to my room still closed. I was curious, of course, and went to my parents room to find both fast asleep. I then went downstairs to see if my grandma was up. It made sense that it may have been her because her room was right below mine.
When I got to her door, she was fast asleep too. My wandering caused enough noise to wake her. I told my Grandma of the voice I heard. Her only explanation for me was that many members of my family had died in that house over the years, and that it was most likely one of them. She went on to explain some of the experience to me over the month long period we lived there. Now she, too, may be wishing me goodnight as she passed away in that very house six weeks later.
Submitted from: New Hampshire
My story is kinda similar to the other story found on this website, "Breathing". It happened to me when I was 13.
I lived in this 5 room flat, where I normally sleep with my brother. One night, out of fun, I decided to try sleeping in my Dad's study. His study was sort of spooky, he doesn't like to keep his windows open you see, so the room is stuffy and my Dad loves to collect old newspapers so there are stacks them piled up , taking up half the space in the room.
Nothing happened during the first few nights when I slept in the room. But on the fourth night, I woke up suddenly sometime during in the morning. I was sweating like mad and the room was really stuffy. At first, I didn't realize what was wrong, then I heard this breathing noise. It came from my Dad's table, as if some one was sitting on my father's chair, which was directly above my pillow,where I was sleeping. I was so scared that I actually froze and listened. The sound didn't fade away, it was kind of like your regular steady breathing, only that it was loud enough for me to hear. I didn't have enough courage to start screaming as that thing (whatever was breathing) was right above me. I must have fallen asleep and when I woke up, it was already dawn. The breathing wasn't there anymore, but I dashed out of my dad's study and never slept there again.
I told my parents about it but they say it was only the pipes expanding and contracting. If so, why did it happen only on that particular night? I've been living in that house since I was born and that is the only time I've ever heard the breathing sound. And it definitely is not my imagination!
Submitted from: Singapore
My story is a bit unusual. I knew that there was something wrong with my house when I first moved in only a few days before the famous Hurricane Andrew. The day after the hurricane I felt a strange presence walking into my parents bedroom. The feeling was an unusual coldness in the area before the actual bedroom. The few days without light on my neighborhood, my grandmother would see a man watching us by the trees in my backyard, she would even see the strange spirit walking in the house as she would be drinking her chicken soup. My English teacher was the one who actually lived in the house before me, his name was Mr. Tony Dennis.
He wanted us to tell him about our hurricane experience and how we dealt with it. After I was done with my story, he had to talk to me about what happened. He told me that he would see the same spirit walking around his house at that time. He said the person that actually haunts the place was a doctor that once lived in the house when it first was built. His name was Edward, a doctor at a local clinic. He looked back at the newspapers from that year and it stated that he was murdered by his secret lover, a cross dresser prostitute named Stefen or Steve Villatorro. My teacher read that the prostitute went home with him and killed him out of jealousy. The place where he actually died was in the same place where I always get chills when I walk by. I do not know why but my grandmother is the only one that can see his silhouette around the house and when she looks out of the window into the back yard.
Submitted from: Eguer Roque, Florida, USA
It is said that "Dead men tell no tales".....Shouldn't that mean they don't BREATHE either?
My story begins about 20 years ago, when I was about 14. I lived in a large old house in London, England with my parents, two sisters and two year old niece.
On this particular night, my older sister, Debbie, my niece, Amie and I were the only ones in the house and it was time to put Amie to bed. After saying goodnight Debbie took Amie upstairs to her room and began the usually long process of getting her off to sleep. I continued to watch television until around half an hour later when Debbie called down to me asking for me to come up. A little irritated, I asked why and she replied, "just come up here!"
So with no small amount of disgruntlement I made my way upstairs and walked into Amie's room. Amie was sitting quite happily in her crib, AWAKE I noted and Debbie said "Listen."
I listened. There was a quiet "breathing" coming from somewhere in the room which I couldn't pinpoint. I leaned into the crib to listen to Amie's breathing and watch the rise and fall of her little chest to see if it coincided with what we were hearing. My heart crawled up into my throat as I realized it wasn't her. I looked at up at Debbie who's face had turned pale when she saw my reaction. I guess I must have gone pale too.
As we stood there in silence the breathing became faster and faster until it stopped a minute or so later. I picked Amie up out of her crib and hustled us all back downstairs to the living room where we spent the rest of the evening until our parents got home. We didn't actually tell them what had happened, there was a sort of unspoken agreement between us but nothing else happened that night and Amie eventually got to sleep.
I had sort of hoped the noise was due to old pipes in the roof or something, so the next day I climbed up into the loft to look. I climbed as deep into the corners as I could and checked all around the space above Amie's room but found nothing.
Submitted from: England
It was 1976. I was 12 years old and alone in our new house for the first time ever. My father was out until 10.00pm and my mother was recovering from surgery in the hospital. I was making a toast in the kitchen when I heard loud slow footsteps. There were 14 steps in the hall leading to our apartment and someone was coming up them, slowly. I slid the bolt on the door to lock it and my poodle began growling. She was normally a sweetheart, but now she was freaking out. I'd never seen her this way. The doorknob turned slowly. I was so glad I'd locked it! All at once, I heard children's laughter and doors slamming down at the foot of the stairs. There were two doors there: one led to the downstairs apartment, but the occupants were far away on vacation. The other led outdoors. They both sounded like they were slamming. The child's laughter chilled me! My poor dog continued to growl as the knob turned and then it sounded as if lots of people were running up and down the stairs. I got my mother on the phone and she could hear the dog going crazy and so she knew it wasn't my imagination. She had the woman in the next hospital bed call the police. While I waited for them to arrive, I peeked under the door but could see nothing. We had no neighbors! I was surrounded by cow pastures in this remote house. As suddenly as it had started, it ALL stopped: the laughing, running, and slamming of doors stopped all at once. I heard more normal footsteps and was told by a policeman to open the door. He told me it was probably garbage cans blowing around outside! He then showed me the downstairs doors. They were both open but shouldn't have been.
We toured the downstairs apartment and it was completely empty. Many years later when I was in my 20's I took a picture of a dog out in the yard at that old house. In the top near the dog's head is a disembodied little head that appears to be that of an old man. I'll never ever be a skeptic and I'm glad I no longer live there!
Submitted From: Connecticut, USA
One Friday night my parents went out with a couple of their friends. Not wanting to be alone all night I called my best friend and asked if she wanted to stay over. We watched t.v. and talked for a while and pretty soon, we grew tired so we decided to call it a night. Being a light sleeper it only took the closing of a door to wake me up. When I could see clearly I noticed a light from under the door of my parents room. Thinking that they had come home, I went to wish them good night. I knocked on the door but got no response so I called for them but still got no response. I decided to go in anyway. When I entered the room there was no sign of my parents or anyone else for that matter. Suddenly I felt a cold chill and a weird feeling came over me. I was totally terrified and couldn't move an inch. When I finally got the chance, I ran back to my room, flipped on the light, and quickly woke up my friend. We stayed awake until my parents got home. I told them about my experience and they said that they have never seen anything in the room before. From then on I haven't gone into that room by myself.
Submitted from: Amy Smith, Arkansas, USA
This didn't actually happen to me but to my Wife and her family.
In the early 1980's my wife Sherry and her family moved into a home in a rural part of Oklahoma. Being only 12 years old at the time, she never thought anything much about ghosts or spirits and spent most of her time doing what children do, playing.
One morning when she was getting ready to go to school, she was walking through the living room when she saw her younger sister Patty run and hide behind a chair. Thinking nothing about it, she went into the kitchen where her mom was sitting and told her that Patty better hurry up or she is going to be late for school. Her mother stated that Patty had already left for school. Sherry told her mom that she just saw her in the living room giggling and playing. They both searched the house but didn't find Patty. Sherry could not forget about seeing the little blond headed girl running and hiding behind a chair.
Weeks later on an early fall morning when the fog was clearing the fields, her older brother John was out back of the house chopping wood. He paused for a moment when he heard sounds of children laughing and giggling coming from up on a hill. He looked up to see what appeared to be two children, a boy and a little blond headed girl running through the field. The two children disappeared into the fog. Later when he returned inside, he mentioned this occurrence to his mom, she laughed and said it was probably the Kurtz's children. John didn't know what she was talking about.
Later that year, Sherry's family decided to build onto to the old house. As they were knocking down one of the walls, they found a little gold locket. When they opened the locket inside were the pictures of two children, one little boy and one little blond headed girl. Sherry was amazed. She told her mom that the picture of the little girl was that of the little blond headed girl she saw hiding behind the chair. Her brother John, who never heard of Sherry's encounter, also stated that the pictures were those of the children he had seen while chopping wood. Never hearing of the others sightings, they both looked at each other in amazement. Sherry's mom explained that these were the children of the Kurtz family, who use to live in the house before they did. Mr. Kurtz was an avid pilot and late one evening, when taking off from a local airport for a family vacation, the plane crashed and killed all the members of the family. Sherry's mom also told about various times when she had seen the children. They ended up mailing the locket off to one of the Kurtz's relatives and the lost souls of the children were never seen again.
Submitted from: Bert Hupp, Texas, USA
The incident I am about to explain was told to me by my Aunt.
My Aunt had just divorced and moved to a town in New Hampshire, not too far from where I lived at the time. She had with her, her daughter who was probably about three at the time. They moved into a nice apartment and had friendly neighbors who all looked out for one another's place or children.
Not long after my Aunt moved in, she started to experience odd things. She had her own thermostat in the apartment and whenever she left, she would turn it down. When she would return, she would find her apartment very hot. When she checked the thermostat, it was cranked. After turning it down again, she went across the hall and asked her neighbor if she saw anyone go into her apartment, which actually would have been impossible because she had the only key. Her neighbor said someone was definitely in there because she heard loud footsteps in the apartment, but she didn't see anyone enter or leave. My Aunt found this strange and when she entered her apartment, the thermostat was again cranked. She knew her daughter didn't do it because she was right next to her.
Sometimes, she would leave her windows open a crack when she left to go somewhere. When she returned the windows would be closed and locked. Again, her neighbor reported hearing footsteps but not seeing anyone enter or leave. After a while, the window and thermostat business stopped. Just when my Aunt thought that what ever had been happening had stopped, even worse things would happen.
She would return home and find her plants knocked over and her dishes on the floor cracked or broken. Astonished, she asked the neighbor if she heard anything in her apartment. This time the neighbor didn't hear a sound. The final straw happened not long after when my Aunt left my cousin alone in the apartment for a few minutes to run down to the lobby and check her mail. She didn't lock the door when she left but when she arrived at her door she found it locked. She called to her daughter to unlock the door and she answered that the door wasn't locked. Terrified that her daughter was in danger, she ran to the neighbor's to use the phone, but the phone was out of order. So, in the freezing cold of winter, she had to run across the street to a pay phone, not wearing any shoes. She called the fire department to go knock her door down. Then she ran back to her apartment and checked the door which was still locked. When the fire department got there, they checked the door to see if it was still locked. Amazingly enough, it wasn't. They opened the door and let her in, apparently thinking she was crazy. That night, she lit some candles and tried a seance. She asked that whoever was in there to please leave her things and daughter alone. She didn't care if he\she stayed, but they had to respect her property. If they respected her, she would respect them. Surprisingly enough, this worked! My Aunt said that from then until the time they moved out a month later, the ghost never did any thing harmful to her apartment again. About as far as it went was if the windows were left open during a rain storm, they would be closed. All's well that ends well, I suppose.
Submitted from KB, New Hampshire, USA
My friends cat loved me and I loved him, when he accidentally got caught in the automatic garage door I was very sad. He had been sleeping on the top of it when her family left that day. He couldn't get out quick enough. The neighbors heard him screaming a few hours later, and rushed him to the vet. His organs had been crushed pretty bad, they tried to revive him, but a week later they gave up. About a week after he died, I heard a cat meowing really loud, it sounded really close- like it was in my room or just outside my door. It went on for hours and I couldn't sleep, it took me a long time to realize that it sounded just like my friend's cat when it called for one of the other cats in the house, or wanted something. Everyone told me that there must have been a female cat on heat outside, but I'm not sure I believe it. My room is on the second story and my mom hates cats near the house cause she likes the birds, so cats never come near my house because they know my mom will come after them. I'm sure the cat was either calling to me for help, or perhaps saying good bye, at least that's what I'd like to think.
Submitted from: Pamela Gannon - Michigan, USA
When I was about 16 years old, I would sleep over at my grandmothers for the weekend while my parents went out to dinner and a show. I would always sleep in the spare room that had an old wooden bed, an old wooden chair and a lovely picture on the wall that was right at the end of the bed, so when I was about to sleep, I could stare at the picture before nodding off.The picture was oval and very large, it had a wooden frame. Inside the frame was a picture of cute woodland creatures all standing on a raft floating down a stream. From the raft was a piece of rope and a turtle pulling the rope up stream. I would always think to myself that poor turtle pulling that raft up stream all by itself. Then fall asleep.
One particular weekend when staying over grandmas I went to bed as usual looking at the picture and to my surprise the turtle was standing on the raft, waving with a smile.. I couldn't believe it, I got everyone to look at the picture. My Nana swears black and blue, the picture has always been like that with the turtle waving, so does my mum...
But I swear the turtle used to be pulling the rope up stream.....
I think to myself was the picture masked by a ghost, showing the turtle pulling the raft up stream and to everyone else he was on the raft? Is the turtle a ghost that moves around the picture? I've had a strange experience and the worst part is my Nana and mum think I was lying and I can't prove it. The picture still hangs today on my Nana's wall with the turtle on the raft.
Submitted from: Lynne Boatswain, NSW, Australia
If you live in San Antonio you have probably heard this story. The first time I heard it I was about 10 years old and my mother and her friends decided to take us to the ghost tracks to scare us.
Well the story says that a school bus full of children stalled on the tracks one day and was hit by a train killing everybody including the driver. When you go to the tracks you turn off your car and the children will push you across the tracks to safety.
Anyway, when I went with my mother, we put baby powder on the back of the car and on the bumper. We pulled up to the tracks and I was pretty scared being only a child but when we started to move I knew that they were kind spirits because they push you to safety so you wont die too. Well I'm sorry if that is boring but it is true.
Submitted From: Adrian, San Antonio, TX, USA
I live in St. Louis, and there are many haunted places here, but I will tell of one that my mother, her friends and I experienced.
Two years ago, my mother took me to her friend's house for a get-together type of thing. We were all sitting in the kitchen talking when I heard giggling and what sounded like children running up and down the stairs. I was really freaked out because everyone else heard it too, and there were no children in the house. My mom and I were truly freaked out, but her friend acted calm. Apparently, this happens all the time there. Her house used to be an orphanage that burnt down. 10 children died in the fire. She led us to the stairs and we stood there amazed. We heard giggles and laughter and sounds of little feet running up and down the stairs but there was no one there. I've never had anything paranormal happen to me before. It was really scary but at the same time kind of amusing to think that the kids are still there.
Submitted from: Anonymous
I came online tonight to see if anyone else ever had an experience re: a running spider that disappears in front of your eyes. This happened to me several times. I've had psychic experiences in the past, but nothing like this. I told my husband, because it started after we returned from a stay at The Grand Hotel in Jerome, Arizona. I knew nothing about the Grand Hotel at the time we checked in, but it took all of two seconds for me to realize this place is horrifically haunted! My daughters who are also sensitives knew instantly as well. We decided not to research the place until we left. But I knew. And now I know much much more. I should say that I did not feel a physical threat at the time, but I did fear for my sanity. It turns out that The Grand Hotel use to be a hospital with an insane asylum. The restaurant is in fact called THE ASYLUM but I had assumed it was a fun name, 'a joke'. I will only say that this experience was by far the most horrific paranormal experience I ever had in my life. It did not feel like 'a ghost' it felt like a gigantic collective forcefield rising from the town. When I laid down in bed I felt restraining bands around my legs. For a smart gal, I can be pretty slow, but that was when I finally realized, without asking, that the name of the restaurant was, in fact, an historical reference and not just a 'fun name'. That's when I realized we were spending the night in 'psycho central'. I sensed instantly what must be done and I said out loud to the unseen "I understand." I respect you and we will leave first thing in the morning." Which, by the way WE DID!!
I should mention that I did not see any phantom spiders during our stay at the Grand Hotel but shortly after we returned home, I started to see them. Thought it might be stress, but then my daughter came into my room one night and instantly said "Whoa! You're not crazy mom... I just saw one of those spiders and it disappeared in front of my eyes too."
I'm trying to understand, because my luck has turned horrible since our stay there. I always thought my house had some kind of residual energy but I never gave it too much thought. Since we got back from Jerome, it's been very different. I'm not afraid. I know I'm protected. But I'm very, very curious.
If anyone knows anything to shed light on the spider connection.... I could use some guiding wisdom. Thank you, so much. My email is roxyblues@aol(dot)com. Do not send links. I do not open attachments either. Subject should read: PHANTOM SPIDERS.
Thanking you in advance, I remain,
Yours truly,
RoxyBlues
Submitted from: Roxanne, Roxyblues@aol(dot)com
It happened about six months ago. I was watching television in the family room with my mom and her boyfriend. It was about 9:30pm. My mom told me to go get into my pajamas because it was my bedtime. I said ok and walked down the hall. At the end of the hall, I looked left into my mom's room, and saw this woman in an old white dress. She was young though. Her hair was just below her chin. I only caught a glimpse of her, but I saw her long enough to be able to describe the experience. She was reading some book, maybe a diary, then she looked at me. I turned away, scared s**tless. I ran back out to the family room and I never saw the woman again.
Submitted from: Phil Gasper, Ohio, USA
I was walking late one night in October just before Halloween. It was dark and I was walking up a big hill where I live. It has nothing but hills. I had an eerie feeling that someone was watching me and following me, was it my imagination? or was it just a weird feeling? I turned around and I saw what I believe was a ghost, it was cloudy looking, it had a form of a dead friend of mine that had died about 15 years ago. Was it my imagination or what? I walked towards it and it just disappeared right before my eyes. I stood there a few minutes and then went on my way to my mothers house. There was no one home but there was a light glow in the window so I unlocked the door and went in and to my surprise there was my Grandfather and Grandmother that have been dead for years they looked at me and smiled and disappeared. It happened in just a flash, and never has happen again. Was it my imagination or was it to tell me to have a happy Halloween?
Submitted from: Harry S. Lovell, Illinois, USA
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