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My mother's side of the family is very religious. Many of my relatives have premonitions and visions, especially my late grandmother. My mother started to get them when she was young, but then prayed that she did not want them and has not had them since. This story is about my uncle, my mom's brother, and a very real experience he had.

Years ago, in the 70's or so, my uncle was driving on a back road in the middle of nowhere, Wisconsin. It was a country road, and there were no other cars around. Well into his drive he finally came across another car, full of teenage boys. The boys started to mess with him. They would tailgate him, then pass and slow down. They then started to run him off the road. He never saw a weapon, but he was scared they might have one. They were yelling at him and cursing him. He was all alone on this deserted road and there wasn't much he could do.

Then, from nowhere, a third car appeared on the road. The third car came up behind my uncle, and the car full of boys stopped trying to run him off the road. They eventually turned off onto another road and left my uncle alone. He was thankful for the third car turning up, especially when he hadn't seen another car for a while. He looked into the review mirror to see who was driving, and was astonished. The car was completely empty. He could see the moonlight from behind the car shining straight through. Seconds later, the car slowed down and disappeared from site. My uncle believes it was a guardian angel.

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This story is quite extensive; but I am being patient so I request politely that you are as well. I have quite an amount of information on the paranormal - but this is the one experience which has befuddled me for years. When I was 6 years old I lived in a 100 year old Victorian 3 story home in the (very) small village of Florenceville, New Brunswick, Canada. My father and I have always been quite close, but as a young child he was gone frequently on business. Being a kid - I missed him and would look foreward to the days he would come home. Even though I was young I remember this distinctively.

I was playing in my bedroom, drawing in cardboard boxes to make "homes" for my toys (I have a very vivid memory, mind you. This is all true and exactly as I remember.) From the hallway I heard my name being called in a man's voice. My father had been gone for some amount of weeks and I thought perhaps he had showed up at home to surprise me. (naive, I know). I was excited - and I ran out of my room to meet him. My bedroom was on the 2nd floor, and from the hallway outside my bedroom, I could look over a railing and see the entryway below. I looked over the railing (or rather - through the railing, being so short as I was) and below saw the figure of a man, standing silently. There was nothing significant about him, and I noticed immediately that he was not my father. In fact - he was not anything. Just a blackness... Contoured like a man... his, face? He had no face. Merely the outline of what a face would be... But blank. And just as dark. But I could tell - he looked up at me...

At that point I screamed and ran into my bedroom - my mother ran out of the kitchen and when she finally coaxed me out of my room there was nothing in the entry way.

I had dreams about that 'man' for years but it merely became a memory. Shortly after that particular incident my family moved from Florenceville to Moses Lake, Washington - so that my father wouldn't need to travel so often.

The next incident with the shadow - man was when I was about 8. I was sleeping in a bedroom which I shared with my younger sister - and woke up one night for no particular reason. At the time I was a very heavy sleeper (as opposed to now - I am an extremely light sleeper)... and it was surprising that I was awake. Something in the room felt - weird - as a child would think something was 'weird'. I sat up in my bed, and noticed immediately, at the end of the bed was the figure, his elbows leaned on the edge - "head" in "hands"... staring at me. I thought I was seeing something, until it cocked its head... Needless to say I hid under the covers - naeseous - until morning.

Nearly a year later, I was in my bedroom nearing night, getting ready for bed. I opened my closet door - and in the corner was the figure of the man, his knees held up to his chest in a very childish position. His head hidden in his arms. The next few weeks he began appearing subtly in my dreams... But I didn't see him again for quite some time.

In fact - I don't remember seeing him again for many years afterwards.

When I was 11 I moved from Moses Lake to my current location in Central Wisconsin (for the sake of safety I won't give the name of the city.) I didn't think too much about the shadow - man until I turned 14. That year I started to become very agitated out of nowhere. When I walked up the stairs from my basement, my heart would race for no apparent reason. My basement is finished and so not scary in any way... Nothing provoked these feelings in any way.

Out of the corner of my eye, during all times of the day I started seeing a darkness that was slightly unnerving. Being older - I figured I was imagining things and refused to connect the darkness to the shadow - man I had seen as a child.

I began waking up in the middle of the night - scared to death for what seemed like no reason. Of course you could associate this to some sort of mental illness or whatnot, I'm sure... But I have no other history of being distraught or what have you.

I was having panic attacks on a regular basis because I became so frustrated and scared of whatever seemed constantly around me.

After a year of this - there was an evening that really set everything up for me. It had been a few months since my last panic attack and thought everything was a - okay. I was laying in bed, unable to sleep - thinking about school or friends or whatever - when I heard a loud rattling noise. My dog (which sleeps in my bedroom with me) was laying on the bed next to me... And she woke up upon hearing the noise. Immediately I recognized the noise as being the beads hanging on my closet door handle. They were rattling violently, and when I looked in their direction - the noise stopped. The beads were moving ever so slightly but the door was completely closed. What I first noticed though was a black figure, in the shape of a man - looking at me. I admit - I was shaken - ... but upon seeing him face to face for the first time since childhood... I didn't feel terrified. In fact I became quite calm.

I should more thoroughly explain this man. When I see him, like I just said, I feel calm... But sometimes when I merely catch him out of the corner of my eye I feel slightly uneasy. His full - bodied appearances are sometimes accompanied by slight tapping noises but since the bead night nothing quite so loud has ever been heard. When I look at him, he does not immediately disappear. He appears to be dark - but since I usually see him in darkness I recognize that he is not only black but is a void of all light. Darker than the dark that surrounds him. Like a black hole with a body.

There are countless other instances I could record, and if you have any interest in it I could share others. But for now there are a couple other points I'd like to make so you fully understand his nature... Or perhaps can help me to understand.

If I am feeling uneasy, when he's around I feel calm. Sometimes though, when I think too much about what he REALLY might be, I get frightened. I don't know his intentions... If I'm just crazy... If he's some sort of evil who is trying to trick me or just something that needs help. The fact that he's followed me from Canada, to Washington to Wisconsin is a bit unnerving. I didn't think spirits could tag along with a person? I've heard of possessions but I wouldn't even consider this as one.

When I become uneasy about his presence I have told him so. In fact on several occasions I have made his presence known aloud - speaking to him, saying hello... Or at times yelling at him to go away and leave me alone. Usually he doesn't... but sometimes he seems deterred and will leave for long periods of time (sometimes weeks or months).

My long time boyfriend is a partial believer in the paranormal, and certainly open minded. I have told him all the details of my shadow - man and he seems quite interested but thinks maybe it's "all in my head". At one point, he challenged him... Trying to provoke him to show himself.

A week later my boyfriend called me in the middle of the night. Stating that he awoke with a start - and as he looked towards his door, what seemed to be a cat - void of light - was at the foot of his bed. He described it with the exact same qualities of my shadow - man. This cat apparently leapt from the floor, claws out towards my boyfriend... As if it were trying to claw at his face. It disappeared before it made contact.

Whenever my boyfriend spends the night... There are occasions where Shadow (as we now call him) will show up. I have felt emotions from Shadow... Usually curiosity (when it's just me) or calmness... Or sadness.

But when my boyfriend is around I feel intense jealousy and anger... The only times I'm ever afraid of his presence

I need some opinions... Or some stories from anyone who has had a similar experience.

Can spirits (or whatever he is) be intelligent enough to have varying emotions? Is he maybe jealous of my boyfriend? My boyfriend thinks he may have a liking for me... Since he's been with me for nearly 11 years. Is this possible? Any experts out there?

Does this sound like a good or bad entity? What should I do?

I haven't seen him in a few months - the last time I saw him my boyfriend was with me, and I 'told him off'.

I hate to admit it but I kind of miss his presence, don't know whether to call him back or leave it be. Could he possibly need me for something? Should I be afraid or flattered?

Thank you for spending so much time reading all 8670 words to this story. I appreciate it greatly, any help would be fantastic. I'll post further stories (about unrelated ghost stories) at a later time.

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To all who read this. This is my story of what happens on a daily basis in my home, work or where ever I go. The focus here, is to show you what goes on in my home. Now, please keep in mind, my home is not haunted. It was in May of 06.

I was home alone. The kids were at school and my husband was at work. I had all my windows open while I was cleaning, just to get that extra fresh air smell in my house. As I was walking through the kitchen, to the formal dining room, someone started banging on my cabinets. I turned around so fast, because it startled me. Right away I knew it was my Aunt Sharon who passed away in the summer of 2005. I yelled at her saying "Aunt Sharon, don't you scare me. Now stop it!" At that point I grabbed my cell phone and went down stairs in the washroom to call my husband and tell him what just happened. (I tell him everything)

While I was walking into the family room on the lower level, I turned on the lights to see and as my husband picked up on the other line, the lights started going on and off. I was freaked. Even though I knew who it was, it caught me off guard. As my husband said hello to me, I screamed at my Aunt Sharon, telling her it was not funny and to never scare me like that again. To this day, she has not done that. I welcome her in my home. She just has to behave herself. I have so many stories of what goes on. Some scary, some very funny. If you enjoyed my little short story, please leave a message or email me. I will be more than happy to talk to you.

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This is a continuation of my first story; "My House on South Franklin Street" Please read it first if you haven't already so you can get the whole picture of the story.

In the first part, I left out an important part by mistake. Remember, I said there were 4 metal chairs, 3 tan and 1 spray painted red. The part I forgot to mention was that when I slid open the bedroom door and all of the lights were on, The red chair was unfolded and sitting with it's back against the door!

It had been on the other side of the living room by the window when I went to bed. Why someone or something chose to move the red chair still gives me goose bumps. And, was it guarding me in the room, or was it trapping me? Creepy.

Okay, Now for the second part. The situation was pretty much the same as usual. It happened when I came home and went to bed. This time I heard loud footsteps on the bare wood floor in the living room. I'm in bed with the bedroom door closed. I yelled "Who's out there?!" and the footsteps paused for about 10 seconds, then I could hear them again for a few more seconds 'til they stopped. I was SO scared!

Next, the big heavy door slid open about 3 inches. Then it felt like somebody walked (bumped) into the side of my bed! I did what any normal 22 year old guy would do, I put the covers over my head so I would be safe ha, ha. I laid there in the dark petrified until I eventually fell asleep. Nothing else happened that night. I can picture a spirit standing there laughing at me because I was so scared and covered my head.

When I woke up in the morning, there was a hard lump under my pillow. The little pistol that had been in my nightstand drawer was under my pillow. This was not my doing. How it got there, I don't know. I am pretty sure in this situation; a gun wouldn't do a lot of good.

When I got out of bed, I noticed that the round plastic feet of my bed frame were moved about 2 and 3 inches out of their indentations in the carpet. I slid the bed back into place and laid back down on the bed and grabbed both sides of the full-sized mattress and rocked as hard as I could back and forth and I could not get the box spring and frame to move. Only the mattress would slide. So I'm sure it wasn't me that moved the bed while I was on it. Then I checked the whole house again and found nothing. The front and back doors were still locked.

Later that day, I took the pistol to my parents and left it there.

It wasn't much later that I lost my job and ended up having to let the house go back to the land contract holder. The 4 main floor rooms were still gutted out.

This is the third part. About a year later, my brother and I were driving past the house and noticed that the realtor who had purchased it and remodeled it was having an open house. Of course, we had to stop and see how it had turned out.

We went all through the house and it was pretty decent. Kind of generic, but nice. I asked the realtor if he had had anything strange happen to him while he was there. He shushed me and led me to the kitchen. He told me not to let his wife hear anything like that. I started telling him about my first encounter when all of a sudden; the garbage disposal on the other side of the kitchen came on by itself! It stayed on for about 5 seconds then shut back off. The switch on the wall had not moved. We all agreed that was enough talk and my brother and I left.

Even with the strange things that happened there, and as scared as I was, I never really felt threatened. I was not afraid to go back into the house. I still go past the house occasionally and can't help but wonder if the people living there have experienced anything unusual.

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Back in the summer of '87 I purchased a house on South Franklin Street in Janesville, WI. It was an old Victorian 5 bedroom built sometime in the 1880's. It had been empty for several years and was in quite a state of disrepair. Other than the roof, It didn't appear to have ever been updated and needed a lot of repair.

The first thing I did was ran a water pipe to the toilet in the main floor bedroom closet so I could have a functioning toilet. I took my daily showers at my parent's house several miles away in Milton.

Next, I cleaned up the yard to keep the city off by back. Then I decided to completely gut out 4 of the 5 main floor rooms, the kitchen, dining room, living room and the bedroom. I removed all of the old plaster and lath down to the studs. I left the light fixtures and switches hanging so they were still usable. Each of the 4 rooms had a single bulb hanging for light. The front parlor was in decent shape so I cleaned it and used it for my bedroom. It had a 4-foot wide sliding pocket door between it and the living room and a regular swinging door to the vestibule.

My House On S. Franklin Street

I lived in the house through all of the mess. My two brothers helped with the destruction. Every other Wednesday night was my turn to host our poker party for friends at work. There were four metal folding chairs that came with the house. So there were plenty of chairs. Three were tan and one was spray painted red for some reason. (Sounds made up-I swear it's true). Nobody ever mentioned anything strange about the house. (I take that back, my young niece was afraid of the house and would not go inside, it looked spooky). Basically, everything seemed normal.

I had never really believed or disbelieved in ghosts, I had never had any reason to really wonder. I also was not a very religious person at the time. I was, however, afraid of the dark. Pretty funny for a 22-year-old guy that weighed in at 250 pounds.

One night after work and showering at my parents, I came home and went to bed just like I had many nights before (a few months). I would unlock the back kitchen door and turn on the kitchen light, go in and close and lock the door. Then I would go through the kitchen and turn on the dining room light, then turn around and go back and turn off the kitchen light. Then I would go through the kitchen and dining room and turn on the living room light, then go back and turn off the dining room light. Then I would go back through the dining room and living room and turn on the parlor/bedroom light. Then I'd go back and turn off the living room light and go in the parlor/bedroom, slide the big heavy door shut, shut the light off and go to bed.

Just when I was starting to get comfortable, I noticed a light coming in under the big door. I got out of bed and opened the door and all of the lights in the house were on! (except the parlor). I was terrified, but I went all through the house checking to see if anyone was there. The front and back doors were still locked. Even the lights in the upstairs bedrooms and bathroom were on. Even the basement lights. The basement door was still boarded. You have no idea how hard it was for a scaredy cat like me to check the attics and the basement. After I finally calmed down, I shut off all of the lights and went back to bed.

This was the first of 3 experiences I encountered in that house. I'll post the other 2 in "My House On S. Franklin St. II" Thanks for reading. I hope this wasn't too long and drawn out. Jim

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When I was about 9 I lived in my great grandparents house with my parents (my great grandparents were already deceased). I remember I was always afraid to sleep in my room, I was just always feeling watched. One night, I remember waking up having to go to the bathroom and I saw this big redish thing coming out from my window. It looked like it was made of clay. My mom said she saw something similar only the figure she saw was blue and it was in her room coming from her window. She also said it looked like it was made of clay.

Then one night my dad was sleeping downstairs on the couch and my mom was upstairs in there bedroom. Dad asked mom the next morning why she was standing over him while he was sleeping and mom said she wasn't, she was upstairs sleeping (my dad doesn't believe in ghosts or anything). He just brushed it off.

Often times when I would take a bath in that house I would hear people talking but it didn't sound like my parents. One time it scared me so bad I ended up grabbing my towel and running out of the bathroom. We moved out of that house when I was 12. I am 16 now and we had to move back to that house (my parents got a divorce). I keep having the feeling of being watched. I'm not scared like I was when I was younger, it just creeps me out. Also I have been having dreams of me or my younger brother being crushed by the big rock pile thing we have in our backyard. I only have that dream when I'm at my house. I still hear the voices when I'm taking a shower even when I'm the only one in the house.

Often times I feel cold spots. Sometimes the tv will turn on and off or the vacuum. I'm too scared to talk to the voices or say anything regarding the "ghosts" in my house, honestly I'm scared of hearing anything talk back. Me and my friend Nicole experimented with an Ouija board but I stopped after 5 minutes of it because I was scared. I also hate the basement, it's not refinished or anything it has a dirt floor and the walls are made of rocks (I have to go down there to do laundry). I feel watched and I swear I felt something play with my hair when I was down there. The voices I hear sometimes are not even in English, they're in German. My great grandparents came to America from Germany so maybe it's their voices I hear.

I'm not sure what to do I need help with this one.

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I have a couple short stories. My Grandfather tends to see spirits a lot. Him and my nana (nana is italian for Grandmother) live an a house that was built in the 60's. They are the only people to ever live in that house. It had just been built shortly before they moved in. Apparently, there is a guy in a cowboy hat who stands in the back of the hallway. He doesn't do or say anything, he just stands there. My Grandpa, my uncle, and a few of my uncle's friends have all seen him. My nana, my dad, or I have never seen him. Though, when I was younger, I was always afraid to walk down that hallway. I'm not sure why, but for some reason it scared me. My Grandparents still live there... Although I haven't been to their house in years. The next time I go there, I hope to be able to see him. I didn't know this story until this past Christmas, so maybe if I try to look for him, I might see him? I'm not sure if it will work, but its worth a shot.

Here is another story about a spirit my Grandpa saw; When my Grandpa was around 15 or 16 years old, he saw his next door neighbor walking down the street. He wanted to get her attention, so he kept calling her name, "Phyllis? Phyllis? Phylliss? Turn around! Phyllis?" he continued doing that for a while and then started walking up to her to try and get her attention. He couldn't get her to turn around, so he gave up and left. He went to Phyllis's house when her mom answered heartbroken. My Grandpa said, "I just saw Phyllis walking down the street, but no matter what I did, she wouldn't turn around..." Her Mom answered, "Phyllis died about 2 hours ago..." My Grandpa thinks he saw her spirit crossing over. It was definitely her because he knew her for years, and saw her face before he started yelling at her to turn around.

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As I stated in my last story, I am being followed by a dark figure in the shape of a man. I have seen him in many different locations. (School, home, and even church!) This thing doesn't really scare me anymore. It's just more shocking than anything. He pops up in the most random places. I have seen him countless times since I wrote the first story. He follows me anywhere I go. We moved to a new house this November and that was when I first started to see him. I also mentioned before that I missed it when it was gone. And that feeling has not changed. It always seems to show up when I'm alone, or bored.

Yolanda and I tried to think of when this all started, and when I started to feel a presence surrounding me. We came up with a theory. You see, a couple months ago, I had a surgery and found out that I was supposed to have a twin.

Apparently, it died in my mother's womb when it was small. It was never noticed in the ultrasounds, or during tests or anything. Instead of growing and being born, it connected itself to one of my ovaries. No one knew it was there. Not even me. I never felt it; it never affected me at all.

Sixteen years later, in June, I went to the hospital because of a pain in my lower abdomen. The doctors detected a tumor on one of my ovaries. I went into surgery right away. They had to remove the half of my ovary where the tumor was connected. After the surgery, it was confirmed that the tumor had been my unborn twin. It had a tooth and hair when they tool it out.

When I opened my eyes after the surgery, everything was different. I felt as if something really important had been taken away from me. I thought it was just how you felt after surgery. (But that feeling hasn't gone away, so I don't know.) When the nurses came to touch me, I felt completely overwhelmed. (Might have been all the drugs they had me on though) I have noticed that I am now very sensitive to any paranormal feelings in a room. I can't see, or feel anything touch me; (besides my follower) I know something is there. This could just be me sensing my follower there with me, or could I be sensing other spirits in the room?!

Months have passed since my surgery, and I still have the same feelings. We moved to our new house and that's when I started seeing the thing. But I felt a presence near me before we moved too.

So that brings us back to the theory. Yolanda and I believe that the figure is my twin. We started to think that the first time that I saw, or felt anything that I feel now, was right after my surgery. After I was separated from my twin. We believe that is my twin for a couple of reasons.

It isn't trying to hurt me. For some reason, I know this. I can feel it.

It always shows up when I'm alone, or bored. And when it does, I feel better.

My brother caught me sleepwalking again. This wouldn't be so bad, except that there was something really weird about it this time. He said he saw me get up from my room and followed me to the living room. He told me that I stood there, and then turned back to go to my room. Apparently, I had my arm at my side the whole time. He said it looked like I was holding someone by the hand. I don't remember ever getting out of bed. The only thing I remember from that night is the weird dream I had.

I dreamt that I was in a beautiful forest. As I was walking, I saw a boy. He was about my age, and he looked just like me. He smiled at me and took my hand. When he took my hand, we were suddenly inside an old building. I was wearing a gown. I was still holding his hand but we weren't alone anymore. There were a lot of people in the room with us. They were speaking a different language that I didn't understand. Suddenly, they all looked to the door and started to scream and run away. The boy squeezed my hand and pulled me out a secret door. He told me to follow him. Then, I woke up. I can't explain it, but I felt like I had been to that place before. Just like I knew the boy who was dragging me along a dark hallway and I knew I trusted him.

After that time, no one's caught me sleepwalking. But there have been weird things going on during the day at my house. For example, every time my baby sister goes into a room by herself, the door closes by itself and she starts crying because it's locked and she can't get out. This only happens to her. I also hear my name being called a lot. It sounds like a boy. I try to follow the voice, but it stops when I move towards it. Yolanda and I think that my dark follower is my twin. We believe that he is jealous of my sister because I am really close to her. He never hurts her; he just tries to scare her.

I see him a lot now. He follows me to school almost every day. And I know I am the only one who can see him. He has been in a room with me, Yolanda, and other people and no one could see him. He talks to me a lot now too. And he's tried to talk to and touch Yolanda, but he says he doesn't have enough energy to do it.

This probably doesn't have anything to do with my follower, but it's pretty interesting. In the middle of the night, I will wake up and hear a little boy running up and down the hallway. I know it's a boy because I can hear him laughing as he runs. It doesn't scare me, but it is hard to sleep through. The really scary part is that I'm the only one that hears it!

Well that's it. Please don't worry about me or this thing. I promised some of you the rest of the story and that's why I wrote it. But I am honestly not worried about it. He isn't going to hurt me or my family.

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My name is Ana, I am 16 years old, and I have recently been having some experiences that I believe to be paranormal. Four different times, I have seen a dark, cloaked figure in the shape of a man. This is the first time something like this has happened to me. I don't want any of my family to know about it. In fact, I have only confided this story to one of my closest friends (Yolanda). I was hoping that someone could help me figure out what is going on.

The first time I saw the thing, I was at choir practice. We were at the priest's house next to the church, and I was taking my guitar and stuff out to the car. It was around 9pm and I was alone outside. Suddenly, I felt the need to turn around. I turned to face a line of trees next to the house. And there, in between the trees and bushes, I saw a dark figure that had the shape of a human male. It was facing me, but I couldn't see any facial features. It looked like a dark shadow. I blinked once and it was gone.

After that happened, I told Yolanda, and she tried convincing me that it was probably just the way I was looking at the trees. It could have been the shadow of something passing by. But I know what I saw was a human.

That night, I couldn't fall asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night to find the door to my bathroom open. The only reason this scared me was because I can't fall asleep with any doors open, and since that door sometimes opens with the wind of the open window, I put books in front of it to keep it closed. When I got up to close the door again, I felt a presence in the room that I couldn't and still can't explain.

The second time I saw the figure, it was three days after the first time. I was really early for school. It was only me, and three other students in the classroom. I got bored and decided to go talk to the teacher selling breakfast in the lunchroom to pass the time. The lunchroom door is right next to my old desk. I got up and the door was open just a crack. I could see the teacher sitting down crouched over his paper. Just as I was about to open the door, I noticed someone sitting next to him. I looked through the door before opening it and I saw the same thing from the other night. I could only see his head. I couldn't distinguish any body parts except for the large, red eyes that were staring at me. When I opened the door to get a better look of the guy, the teacher straightened up and turned to say hi. When he leaned back down, the thing was already gone. There was no way that could be a student. I asked the teacher, "Who was next to you just now?" And he told me, "There was no one with me. You're the first person in here besides me." Needless to say, I was freaked out! Now it was at school too?!

Last weekend was the third time I saw it. And at this point, I am starting to wonder if I am just going crazy. It happened at my house this time. I went to sleep Friday night, hoping to finally get a good rest. But I woke up at about 3am like I had been doing since I first saw it. I felt the need to go into the living room. Just like the first time, it was an impulse. I didn't really think about it. It felt like there was something waiting for me in the living room. When I got to the living room, it was pitch black, but strangely enough, I could see perfectly. As soon as I entered the living room, I saw it in a corner. It was facing away from me, and his head was tilted down as if he were looking at something on the floor. It stayed that way for a few more seconds and then it turned to face me. He pointed at me with his arm, (I couldn't see any fingers, it looked like he had a really long sleeve on) and said, "You." That was all. But he didn't sound angry when he said it. He actually just sounded tired and sad, as if he was too weak to say anything more. I have no memories of anything after that. I don't remember going back to bed, or even leaving the room.

When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I did was walk into the living room. And there, I found my slippers; which had been in my room the night before. When I got back to school on Monday, I was going to tell Yolanda about what happened, but she wasn't there, so I told her on Tuesday. When I told her exactly what happened, she suggested that I might have been sleep walking, since I have a history of doing that. Apparently, I do a lot of weird things like that at night. My sister has caught me getting up in the middle of the night, and walking out to the backyard to just stand there. She also said that I talk in my sleep. That wouldn't really be too weird except that when I talk, I'm always saying stuff like "No! Get away! Its there! It's in the corner!" I don't remember any of my dreams. So I'm not sure what I'm so scared of. But she also says that sometimes, I talk in English, switch off to Spanish, and then start yelling in some weird language she's never heard. I seem to do that a lot. I'm not sure what to do with this information, but I don't think it's very normal.

The fourth time I saw the thing, it was on Tuesday, the same day I told Yolanda about the last time. I was at school, but this time, it was in the middle of class, so there were about 30 other students in the classroom with me. I was sitting at my new desk in the corner, and I could see right through the open lunchroom door to the fridge on the other side. As I was doing my work, I turned my head and looked towards the door. That was when I saw it walk to the middle of the open door, stand there and stare at me. I motioned over to Yolanda who could also see the door if she turned to the right. I told her to look at the door, and she did. She was staring right at the shadow when it moved again. It just stayed about a second more than walked past the door. But I know Yolanda was looking straight at it.

After that last time, I haven't seen it again. It has been a week and there has been no sign of it. And I am actually starting to miss it. I feel lonely whenever it leaves. And I don't know what that means. I'm not really afraid of it; it just shocks me when I see it. But I still don't want it following me around anymore. I have read some people's stories, and I really don't want this thing to follow me around for the rest of my life. So if you have any suggestions, please comment.

Ana

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If you have read any of my past stories, you would know that I think there is some kind of spirit in my Dad's house. One night, while he was sleeping, he had a dream that a huge weight was laying on top of him. He couldn't move because it was so heavy. When he finally got enough strength to push the weight off, a person fell on the floor. He stood up to see if the person was okay. As soon as my Dad stood up, the person sat on the foot of the bed. My Dad touched him on the shoulder and said, "hey man, are you okay?" but when he looked at the man sitting on the bed, he realized it was himself! He jumped back panicking and a few moments later he woke up. He called me immediately to tell me this. I asked him if he had thought that he died when it happened, and he said, "yes..." We both agreed that it could have either been a near death experience, or just a strange dream. The next night, he dreamed the exact same thing. Then, he had that dream over and over again every night for about a week. One night, he fell asleep in the living room on the couch instead of in his bedroom. He did NOT have the dream when he slept in the living room. He slept in his bedroom again the night after and the dream happened again. He became afraid to sleep in his room, so every night, he slept on the couch in the living room. After a few months of that happening, it seemed to have just gone away and now he can sleep in his own bed again. If anyone has any idea what this could mean at all, I would really appreciate your comments! Thanks.

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I was sleeping in my bed one night, and all of a sudden, I woke up and could not move. My 2 year old cat died about 6 months ago, she had a heart attack on the living room floor. While I was sleeping, I woke up and I felt like she was crawling on my bed, just like she used to do when she was alive. At first, I felt really comforted, because I miss her so much, and it was nice to feel her presence. Then it felt as if she had crawled right next to me and curled up leaning against me. She used to do that when she was alive. I was so scared I couldn't move. I had this weird, nervous feeling, and was completely paralyzed. I wanted to turn around so badly to see if it was her ghost, but I didn't know what to expect and couldn't move. Every once in a while, it feels like she is crawling on my bed, just like she used to, but that was the only time where I really believed her spirit was definitely with me.

What do you think? Was it sleep paralysis? Or was my cat trying to visit me?

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This is my ex-boyfriend's story. The same story that got me interested in the other world. I wasn't there when this happened, but here is the story he told me;

Apparently, one night while he was laying in his bed, not quite asleep yet, he felt as if a hand were going through his chest, and grabbing onto his heart trying to stop it. It was squeezing his heart so tight, he could barely breathe. He tried screaming for help, but no one else was home. No one outside the house could hear him either. At least, no one helped him if they could. Then, whatever it was lifted him up off the bed and then slammed him down. It did this a few times. When his sister finally came home, it stopped. This happened a few times in that house. He lives in an apartment now, and nothing has happened as of yet. He also said that every once in a while at that house, he would feel as if something grabbed a hold of his arm and banged it against the table. He had no control over it.

I have racked my brain to figure out what this could have been, especially since at the time when he told me the story, I was such a skeptic. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

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The previous house was located on a quiet neighborhood, built just 10 years before my family and I moved in. It was spacious; I had my own room for once. I have younger siblings and everyone with siblings knows; they tend to take your things without asking. I would lock my bedroom door whenever I head to work or school, and even when I'm in bed, just so they won't get their sticky hands on my things.

A couple of months after the move, in one evening, I head to bed earlier than everyone in my family. I also locked my bedroom door. I was asleep for a while but was woken up by my siblings' voices and laughter - it seemed like they were partying in my room. I could also felt my mattress springs going up and down - as if someone was jumping on my bed. I was so tired; I didn't even bother to open my eyes so I yelled, "Get out, now!" This continued for a minute or so. I opened my eyes just a little bit and I saw my little sister's face right in front of mine, looking at me while I slept - the lights were also on. Again, I shouted, "Get out or I'm going to tell mom and dad!" I heard my little sister giggling but the bed jumping and the talking persisted.

I got so upset, but was still so tired - eyes still closed, I gave her another warning and turned to sleep on my tummy with my pillow over my head. All of a sudden, I felt my entire body go numb and the hair on the back of my neck stood up - I felt a pair of icy hands on the back of my neck. Then my little sister's voice said, "Wake up."

I got out of bed immediately with rage like a madwoman, I shouted, "This is the last straw!" To my surprise, the room was empty, the lights were off, and I was alone in the bedroom. I knew it wasn't a dream, I was tired but I knew exactly what was going on the entire time.

Could I be under the Old Hag's spell?

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I had previously posted a story on here but this one I recently remembered. This happened when I was about 9-13... I am 16 now. Me and my cousin Amber had always been very close. She lived in a 2 story house (she's 21 now and moved out when she was 18). I stayed over at her house a lot when she still lived with her parents. The upstairs of that house is freaky, especially Amber's room. I could hear breathing sometimes when I was alone up there and always feeling watched.

One time when I woke up in the middle of the night when I was staying there, I swear I saw someone standing by me (amber was sleeping next to me). Amber had the same experiences and so did everyone else in that house. I was always scared to go up there alone and I still am, but one time I had to go up there to grab some clothes Amber gave me, and as I was walking down the stairs her door slammed! I stared to cry and fell down the rest of the stairs trying to get down stairs as fast as possible (I was the only one upstairs when this happened).

Another time I was alone in the house babysitting Amber's younger brother Hayden, when the ice on the fridge door just started to come out. Then, at about 11pm, I heard the upstairs door slam. Hayden was scared because of all the noise so I called my dad to come pick me and my cousin Hayden up. My aunt and uncle and cousin Hayden still live there but Hayden refuses to go upstairs or sleep in his upstairs bedroom (he's about 9 now), but he never slept up there alone.

As for me, I make sure I'm never alone in that house... Especially upstairs. Did I mention Amber played with an Ouija board upstairs in her room? She told me that after she played with it, she had a dream of a girl that used to live there drowned in the bathtub. And every time she tried to put it away in her closet, the next day it would be on her bedroom floor out of the box and everything.

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I was 15 living with my aunt and uncle in Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin back in 82-83 school years.

There would be times when I would end up being alone in my aunt's house. She has a large split level home, downstairs she has another living room, and then in the back there's a small kitchen. In that small kitchen is a door to the basement and at the back of that basement is the fruit cellar. Now there's two ways of going in the basement. One is as soon as you go down the stairs, or go through the living room/kitchen area. I fully understand houses creak and settle all the time.

As a young child we would always stay downstairs, and I never felt uncomfortable until I lived there. Like I said there would be times when I ended up staying there alone during the day, when there was no school. I would hear things moving from downstairs, and then I would hear footsteps. I would keep telling myself it's just the house settling... It's just the house settling. Then this one particular day I had stayed home alone, again, I heard the footsteps coming up the stairs. I ran into the bathroom and locked the door, for I really thought someone was in this huge house. I heard the footsteps getting closer to the bathroom and then stopped. I was so freaked out that if I could have gotten the window opened, I would have jumped out of the 2nd story window onto the driveway. I stayed in the bathroom for almost an hour, tears stained my face. I finally got the nerve to come out of the bathroom and I called my aunt who at that time owned her own beauty shop. I called her told her what had happened; she said that my cousin was supposed to have come over and pick up some stuff from the garage. Well first I thought that was odd because he knew I was there, why didn't he say hello to me, or knock on the door to let me know he was there. However... The bathroom is located at the front of the house, and I didn't see his car. So he must have parked it out back.

Well I called my cousin and asked him if he had come over to get what he needed and asked him how come he didn't say hi to me. He told me I was delusional, because he hadn't come over yet, and wasn't going to until dinner. So that just made me feel more uncomfortable. I left it alone for a while and stayed outside to enjoy the nice weather and practiced my flute until my uncle got home.

This type of stuff went on a lot, one day I came home late from church, my aunt and uncle weren't home when I got there. No biggie, I went around the back to get in the backdoor. I turned on the lamp and turned on the TV. I noticed that my uncle's ankle biter was downstairs locked in the basement, so I went downstairs to get him. As I got down the 2nd part of stairs, I heard what sounded like someone was trying to stop the ankle biter from barking. Spunky always barked when we would come home and come get it. This time it wasn't the case. I freaked out... Ran out of the house to my neighbor a couple of doors down, told them I think there's someone in the house. As I ran outside... I saw that the light turned on in the kitchen area downstairs... That wasn't on when I first got home.

My neighbor went inside and said no one was there, not even the dog.

My uncle took the little ankle biter with them, so what was making that terrible noise? Nothing really happened after that, I tried hard not to stay home alone much.

My mom unfortunately passed away in this house back in 2006 the Sunday before Thanksgiving. We came out to Wisconsin for our family reunion that following summer. I didn't want to sleep downstairs because of old memories. The bedrooms were already occupied, so I had no choice to sleep in the TV room where mom passed away in. My youngest slept on the couch she died on. Coty and I slept on the air mattress next to the couch on the floor.

For some reason I couldn't sleep, I was very restless. So I got up, and put a church movie on to help soothe me. It was working because I was slowly drifting off to sleep, when all of a sudden; I was smacked on the butt rather hard. Well needless to say, that woke me up and I looked at Dakota thinking he did it, but his hands were on his stomach. Mom used to always smack us on the butt when we would walk by. I think it was her.

My aunt said a few nights later that she had seen my mom standing in the doorway to her bedroom. My aunt got up to get a better look, and she disappeared.

I've been to my aunt's house once since then, and hadn't had anything else happen to me... Which I am really thankful. I did find out that my cousins (my aunt's grandchildren), said that they were relieved to know that I wasn't the only one who had experienced some kind of paranormal in that house.

Thanks for letting me share my story.

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This happened to me about three years ago.

I was about sixteen years old at the time.

I don't remember the exact day or date that this took place on but I just know that it was in the evening.

My grandma was dropping me off at my house, where I was home alone that night. I think my mom was out of town or bowling that night, but I knew she was due back sometime that night and my two brothers were spending the night at my grandparents.

Anyways so my grandma dropped me off at home and she had one of my brothers with her, they left and I was in my room, which was on the higher level of the house. She commented on how they were going to a store before they drove the seven miles back to her house.

Some time later, about a half hour to an hour later I was sitting in my room when I heard movement and voices coming from downstairs. Thinking it was them stopping by after going to the store I ran downstairs but to my surprise no one was there. Shaking it off I walked back upstairs and continued to sit around in my room. I never went downstairs when I was home alone at this house.

About an hour or two later I heard footsteps downstairs again and muffled voices. Remembering what happened the last time I heard the footsteps and voices downstairs I walked over to the staircase and peeked down because I didn't want to freak myself out if no one was actually down there. From the staircase you can only see the doorway to the kitchen/dining room and part of the hallway.

I stood there for a minute or two just watching and waiting for someone (thinking it was possibly my mom back from wherever she was that night) but no one walked across the hall, my mom would usually always walk down the hall when she just got home. I shook it off again and just walked back into my room and sat in there until my mom got home.

I really don't know what happened that night but I know it wasn't floorboards creaking because the movements and voices were apparent.

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I grew up in a very haunted house in Hazel Green, WI. There was a lot of strange things that happened during the 18 years I lived there. The one thing that I remember the most was when I was a sophomore in High School. I was laying on my bed in my bedroom upstairs and had just fallen asleep. All of a sudden I felt my mattress sink a little bit by feet as if somebody sat down on it. I immediately assumed it was my sister trying to steal my cell phone that I had sitting on a shelf at the edge of my bed so I just ignored it and and tried to go back to sleep.

I then woke up about five minutes later because I had felt that weight lift off of my bed as if somebody were standing up. I got up and immediately walked out of my room to confront my sister as I thought she had taken my cell phone. When I opened her bedroom door, she was asleep. I went back into my room and my cell phone was still sitting on the shelf.

I thought it was a little strange but was tired so I laid back down to go back to sleep. I was only lying there for about a minute when I felt the weight at the end of bed again as if somebody had just sat down. I got so scared that I did not even want to move. All of a sudden a little girl's voice said, "Hey, hey, are you awake?" I just laid there in horror not knowing if I should move and too afraid to look.

Finally I jumped out of bed and ran all the way downstairs. Although I have never been confronted by that little girl again, one of my friends said they were standing by my door one day and looked out and saw a little girl standing by the tree in my front yard. I don't know what happened or why she is there but I am just glad I moved!

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I have one daughter, her name is Nadine. My husband and I been married for at least three years now, his name is Ian. We bought a farm last month. We thought it was our dream home. We have four horses, two ponys, eleven cows, ten chickens, and lots of cats. Even strays. Nadine would get riding lessons from me. And then Ian would go feed the chickens. His friend Timmy, would come over and they would do half of the farm work. So far, so good. But then comes night.

In the first few weeks, Nadine would sleep with Ian and I. I asked her why she doesn't sleep in her room. She responded and said "A lady mommy..." She is only five. I was shocked "She goes and rides the horses..." I was still stunned. "She is a ghost!" I never once heard any one tell me that they saw a ghost. So that same night, I stayed up with Nadine and we watched t.v in the living room. That is how it all begins. We heard my training horse for Nadine, Kissy, make a really loud noise and it was very close. And the barn is down the field from the house. Nadine ran up to the window. Nadine and I saw Kissy run really fast past. "THE LADY!" shouted Nadine. Kissy ran past again this time we saw a ghost on Kissy's back! I ran to wake Ian up.

We went down to the barn that night and saw Kissy in the barn were we put her that night. But every night, we see the ghost in OUR HOUSE. You wake up to a touch, and then you see her by your bedside. Very strange. And our house was just built. Is this really a ghost, or is it a dream. You tell me!

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So we just moved into our house about 3 months ago it was built in the 20s and we have had a lot of weird experiences in this short time.

The first night I knew something was off, I was unpacking dishes in the kitchen when I heard footsteps coming from the stairs that lead down to the basement (it is right of the kitchen), I thought it was weird and I took a look no one was there and the rest of my family where in the living room. Then not to long after my mom's boyfriend said he saw a teenage girl who was wearing a 50ish dress by the stairs and she said "hi". Then there have been the zippo fiascoes that have been happening the past week, My mom and her boyfriend were sleeping (they where the only ones in the house with me at that time) when I heard his zippo opening and snapping shut, I thought it was weird so when they woke up I told them about it, my mom's boyfriends felt in his pocket and it was missing, it was later found in my boot.

Finally just the other day my brother came home and went to his room where he found his remote on his ceiling fan. No one had been in his room.

So we don't know what to do, on one hand these things are small and harmless, but should we still get the house blessed anyway?

We also would like to find out more about the history of our house.

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My past two stories have been around five years ago this one is about three years ago. As you can infer from the last sentence this experience happened at the time of 2006. (This story is not in chronological order).

One weekend day as usual I was playing my video games, downstairs, I had just booted my games, when I was looking at a black screen and I was looking in the reflection, suddenly a hairless thing went by a window and made a face I was freaked out because there was no one home except me.

My next experience also happened just as I was starting up my games again I was home alone, but this time instead of a weekend it was right after school. A few minutes after getting downstairs I herd something running down the stairs I thought for a second that is was my mom, but I remembered she was at my grandparent's house. I decided to take a look into the room but to my shock there was no one there.

My last two experiences were downstairs when I was playing video games, but this next occurrence happened in my room. It was a nice sunny weekend day when I was awake in bed everyone in the house was sleeping except me when suddenly; from right in front of me not even a foot I heard a voice say my name. Strangely I heard the same voice a few more times. I can't compare it to any of my families' voices.

Thank you for reading my story and thank you for all the comments.

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This happened along time ago, when I was 14 years old. I was hanging out with a group of "outcasts", the dopers was what they were called at school. I didn't care because I started drinking with them and having fun and that was all that mattered then. I lived with my mom across the street from a bowling alley-bar. It was where all the stoners hung out and met up with each other. So one night, when I was hanging out just getting ready to go party somewhere, I went into the bowling alley to use there public restroom. There was like 4 or 5 bathroom stalls and I went into one and sat down (sounds weird, sorry it's the truth). I heard a deep growling voice from the stall next to me say "I'm the devil". That's it. I got so scared I remember feeling petrified. I didn't move for a few seconds, then I got the guts to lean over to see if I could see any shoes in the stall next to me, there was a ladies shoes (like pumps) Nothing weird about them, but I knew what I heard and she was the only person in there with me. She then stepped out and left the bathroom, said nothing more. I was still too scared to look out at whatever spoke to me. I was in shock! After a couple minutes I slowly exited and joined my friends outside, but I never said anything for fear that they would think I was losing it.

I carried this with me my whole life, what do you think it was? Anyone?

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I believe I have an extraordinary sense and ability of being able to see spirits around me at any time. I even have memories that date back as early as when I was 7 years old and having feelings of a "presence" around me or "angels".

Anyway- I'm not only able to sense they are near me, but I also see silhouettes of people walking around my house. Sometimes they peek around the corners of the walls after I pass a room, looking at me and watching me. A lot of times I get the feeling that they are trying to play a joke on me or tiring to scare me. The only way I can describe the formations are if you were to look straight at the sun and then look away and blink a couple times... That "outline" of energy is what I see almost every single day. A lot of times they are just hanging out- moving around usually from room to room-, but sometimes they do taunt me and I have actually caught myself speaking to them out loud. Just things like, "c'mon get outta here." or something like that, under my breath.

Sometimes while lying in bed I get a presence like they are right in my face staring at me and it wakes me up every time my heart is pounding. Other times, they stand back away from me and just watch me lay in bed. They seem very curious about things. I have seen an image of a little girl running around the house as well. I can't see details, but I see that the energy is down closer to the ground and I see a silhouette of a dress.

I'm glad I am not the only one though that sees. That brings me a lot of comfort and that's why I joined this website. I always feel so alone in this and if I tell anyone they are going to think I am totally crazy. I told my fianc� recently though and he was a little freaked out, but he was interested in exactly what I see and how I see it. I was so happy he didn't get too weirded out and saw me through it.

Usually at my weakest points in my life they start coming up more and more trying to scare me. It totally sucks. I believe in good and evil spirits. I just don't understand the ones that want to joke around with me? Are they the evil ones or just hanging around angels? I have no idea, but usually they all make me feel nervous most of the time.

One time I was at my son's nursery and saw a bright glow of light near his crib and that was the only time I knew there was a good spirit there that wanted to bring comfort. Other than that, these spirits are a pain in the butt to have around. Really, they are! It has gotten to the point now where I just ignore them most of the times because it's aggravating.

I need to hear you can relate with me with some of this. I need support because I just feel like I'm going nuts sometimes!

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Summer vacation started, and I live in town, close to school. I walk with my friends as usual, and there's a house we always see in when we walk by. The house looks very old, and nobody has lived there for 4 years. I was wondering why nobody would buy the house, because it's nice and big. The entire house needed was to be fixed up a little.

About 2 month later a family decided to move in. There were 3 kids living there, and their mom and dad. They stayed there until school started again. The new student in my class was the boy who moved in the house in town. I wanted to now him better, because I knew almost every one in town, except him. By the way his name is Matt. After school I walked to my house without my friends, they all went to another friend's house. I was walking with him.

I asked Matt what the house was like, he said it was kind of scary, and that their doors closed and open very fast by themselves. I asked Matt one more question. I asked him if he ever saw a ghost in the house or anything. He didn't say anything for 10 seconds, and then he said he took a picture of his dog and there was a blurry figure beside his dog. He asked me if I wanted to see it, and I said yeah. We were already in front of his house, so we went in his house for a while.

When we came inside his house the television turned on by itself. He said that always happens when he comes home. He went upstairs, and then came back down. Matt showed me the picture. It was so not made up. The black, blur beside the dog was very strange. His parents came in from the front door.

They were very nice, and offered me to stay for dinner. I called my parents to tell them, and they said it was okay. Before dinner started Matt and I were watching television for awhile. Matt had the control in his hand, and was changing the channel until he stopped at the channel he wanted to watch. He put the controller on the small, glass table, and suddenly it changed itself. He picked the controller back up, and put it back to what he was watching. It came out his hands, hit the wall behind him, and broke into pieces. Then the television turned off.

Whatever it was got really angry, and did that with such incredible force. I had dinner with them, and walked to my house after that. The next morning I walked to school, and Matt was waiting for me. He said that his parents are thinking of moving from that house because something was in the house, and it was getting really violent.

After school I told my parents about it, and they decided to help them get a nice house close to ours. They got along really well, and now, until this day, Matt lives 6 houses to the left from mine. We are very good friends. The house remains empty, and I hope nobody moves there for their safety.

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As long as I can remember most of my family is able to see, hear, feel, and speak to sprits that were left behind in this world.

Well years and years of moving when my dad was a child with his parents and six siblings they finally moved into their dream home, on the Milwaukee south side in the 1960's. After they moved in that is when weird occurrences began to happen. When exploring the home they found a cubby hole that lead from room to room, while in the process of searching they found a child sized coffin, but after opening it was empty.

Days weeks and months went on they began to find sprits that were left behind; the first was the man in the basement, who repeats his death over and over again. While doing laundry in the basement there was a knock that was almost violent after opening the door to the stranger, who happened to be an apparition pushed his way past my grandmother to a hanging rope and hung himself. Even up until her death she could not bear the sight of him hanging, her children and grandchildren would have to go down the stairs to do the laundry and to get food out of her chest freezer.

The next ghost to be discovered was the little girl who wondered the second floor. When my uncle was ill he was in his bedroom and he saw a little girl come up to him and take a blanket and cover him, every day until he was better. Once he became well and ventured down stairs to his family asking whose little girl was that, he described her but his mother; my Grandmother replied there is no little girl here besides your sisters. Over again and again when every person was taken ill and to their rooms that is when each person viewed the little girl helping them.

Later my dad discovered the "Woman in White" after getting home late one night he went into the bathroom, and heard some noise, coming from the room off from the living room, worried since that room was unoccupied he went out of the bathroom where he saw a woman in white gliding across the floor, she stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked up with a painful face of sorrow. My dad still watching saw her go into the now known pantry, and a cracking sound was made he ran over to see nothing but a rope swinging back and forward.

In my grandmothers room there was a ghost who sat on the rocking chair and watched as people slept. Once after my grandmother had surgery and both of her wrists were in cast, and my Grandfather smacked her one night after being drunk and going to sleep suddenly my grandfather felt a sharp smack across his face, as a shock he opened his eyes and saw a man standing above him and continuously beat him. In the morning my Grandmother woke up and saw my Grandpa lying on the floor bruised and bloody, after that night he never drank or laid a hand on my Grandmother again.

Lastly the final ghost left from the previous owners was an infant. In the middle of the night when I was a child sleeping over in the guest room suddenly a piercing cry of a baby was heard coming from down in the basement. Everyone in the house woke up to go down the stairs even my grandmother scared of the basement and her experience with seeing the man hang himself she went down all of us saw the baby with a plastic bag over its head in the work room. Still hearing the piercing cry we just stood there in awe not knowing if it was a dream until the next morning when we awoke.

Years later my family began their own generation of ghost and sprits that never left that home. When my great grandma was taken ill she moved in with my grandma until the end of her life she stayed in the living room, after her death everyone kept hearing her calling out for help still until this day you can hear her call your name. Later my grandpa was taken ill and was moved into the same room and died and you can see him go into the living room and sit on his rocking chair smoking his cigarettes and if you are watching any cartoon he turns the channel to a sport channel.

After his death my grandma became ill and was moved into the same room, and died. Even today you can walk into their home and see her sitting at the dinning room table with a cup of coffee and toast with peanut butter. Even when no one makes toast or coffee you'll always see the coffee brewing, and the smell of toast being made. Afterwards my aunt died in the same room, every time you walk past that room you'll see on of four people. After living in that house my uncle fell ill after he was 54 years old he moved in with my family and died in our guest room. After his death our family decided it was time to move on to another house, and sell it to another family.

The house still hasn't be sold yet so my cousin resides in it, and I am one of those people who takes their dog every where with them my dog can't even enter the house I have to carry him in the home. But where ever some one dies my dog goes insane barks, constantly and finally yelps and runs into my arms, and hides his head into my chest. I honestly can't wait until the house sells; I think that it is the house that holds many sprits that are unhappy, and illness.

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Usually summer seemed to weaken the entities. Somehow I forgot that middle one almost all together, the first one bits and pieces, but the last one stands out like yesterday. Not feeling any better even though lovely summer was here, I tried to be cheerful, I always had HOPE.

John had a best friend Joey who came by a lot. They were always together. We kind of adopted him in the family. His mother worked at the Academy in town which was the old Sacred Heart Hospital that my grandma worked at. The only reason this came up is because we told him about our stupid house possessing its own agenda, and he said his mom says the Academy is haunted. (It wasn't until recently I asked my grandma about it in who verified that it is- If anyone is interested in those stories I will post them, just ask).

Joey didn't necessarily believe that our house was haunted but he's atheist and doesn't believe in anything. (Joey if you're out there reading this I'm crediting you here with your name for your request!) So for the most part we couldn't convince Joe that our house was haunted and the basement for the boys became their haven. It was cooler down there anyway. The TV was there so the boys basically lived down there. I wasn't so brave, only when they were around would I venture down there.

Our basement had the most eeriest occasions of them all. There were mold and dart holes all over the walls. The back bedroom had an evil presence living in there. When you came down the basement stairs, you had to round to the left. Fast left were the bar, and an open room, well beyond that room was a big open space. But if you turned left around the bar would take you to a tiny hall. To the right was the storage room with the water heater. Directly across the tiny hall was the bathroom, and if you took another left farther back in the tiny hall you would come to the creepy bedroom. In that tiny hall space was under the stairs where the washer and dryer were kept.

One day my grandma came over and demanded the washing machine. (Don't ask I don't recall.) Mom wasn't home so grandma had to call over our uncle to get the stupid washer. My uncle refused to come over and my grandma refused to go in the basement without our uncle. So she sat in the living room the entire afternoon talking about herbs and spices. Yes crazy family, I know. What that was all about we have no idea. Of course we didn't like our basement, but didn't realize no one else did either. As I recall mom's parties no one would go in the basement. We had a fridge down there full of jarred pickles she made. The bar had refreshments but still no one would go down there except John who raided the pickles.

One night it was extremely hot upstairs. Forgetting all about my fears of the basement or at least trying to put them aside to stay cool, I wanted to sleep down there. I'd been positive since all the family surroundings with the TV, the fridge, John and Joeys living area that it'd be ok to try napping down there. John must have been at Joey's house because he wasn't home. I ventured down there with my sleeping bag and pillow. I lay down on the couch tired. It was so cool down there almost chilling cold. I saw the back of my eye lids and it was so dark down there that it almost seemed too dark.

I remember I was dozing off when all of a sudden I felt eyes. I felt strange eyes. They were staring at me almost as if I were intruding their turf. For a moment I lay there frozen to move. I didn't want to look, but I knew I wouldn't sleep with whatever was watching me. I peeked and couldn't see anything it was so dark, but I knew exactly where the eyes were. Right in that open way from the tiny hall next to the bar. Here's what I concluded before my brain could react. Whatever was 'living' in that back bedroom came out to see me. Whatever it was did not like me, nor did I like it. It was the most terrifying feeling I'd had since living there. If there would've been a dim source of any light, I'd pass out from fright from what I'd see. It still sends chills down my bones to this day. Something was there and it did not want me there. It did not take me long before my feet were tripping over each other racing up the stairs to get out of that basement! I didn't even go to my room, I ran straight to mom's.

In that short time I was downstairs I was freezing cold. All the heat penetrating from upstairs was welcoming from the ice box downstairs. Mom was usually a heavy sleeper so I tried telling her the incident but it didn't register until morning. I camped out on her floor; praying whatever was in that house wasn't going to follow me to that floor. I don't recall that it did. My fear for that basement remained- of course.

Not long after that is when we started hearing it. The knocking. There was a banging in the wall on mom's side of the house. It kind of sounded like an echo bouncing off the walls. It started out over there and then it started knocking as far as the kitchen wall. It never seemed to go any farther though. It never knocked on my side of the house. The living room was a great target for its repeated noise. Joey the Mr. Nonbeliever of all things got to hear it as well.

He never denied not hearing it but he also never gave it any credit either. As far as I'm concerned we never paid much attention to it either, perhaps that's why it kept it up so we would pay attention to it. We were so oblivious to the weird stuff that this wasn't anything out of the ordinary. That knocking became a revolution of the haunting memory of the haunted house. It was like a drum in the back of our minds the persistent constant knock.

Mom's boyfriend Randy called one night and said he was leaving the Minneapolis airport and would be back around midnight or so. John took the call and repeated the message. Now our phone was having a mind of its own too. Randy never showed up that night. He never showed up in our lives again. Mother blamed us for that phone call for a long time after that, John or I had sent him a message never to return. Yeah people disappear all the time, but not much later she would have a phone episode herself.

Mom had two part time jobs. At this point she was working for our aunt at a gas station plus helping grandma out at the nursing home. She had been scheduled into work early one morning at the nursing home. She took the call the night before for her to go in that morning. She remembers the conversation with the woman at the nursing home. All seemed fine and the next morning she showed up at work. When she got there the lady asked her why she was there. Mom said, "You called me last night and told me to come in this morning." Mom said that woman looked confused when she replied, "I never called you." Now mom responded and said, "I took your call, we had a conversation last night. You told me about your son and daughter and a few other things while we chatted. I know it was you and you asked me to be here. If you didn't call me, who did?" The lady was flabbergasted and said, "I'm sorry Barb, I never called you so I don't know who you talked to last night." Mom didn't want to believe it but she had realized that our phone lines were just as abnormal as the rest of the house. It was then she also realized that we didn't send Randy away.

Another time one of her attorneys called the house and later told my mother that someone had answered the phone and said that everyone was dead and the people didn't live there anymore. Who knows who that was because once again none of us were home. Our home was just getting to strange...

My brother John and I were getting more paranoid and freaked out of our own house. As dumb as it may sound but we spent a lot of nights and I mean many nights on mom's bedroom floor to sleep. We couldn't even tolerate being in our rooms alone anymore. As old as I was this was ridiculous, but I couldn't handle whatever was there. We talked about moving, we talked about relocating, and we even stayed at grandmas! Our grandma wasn't much help though she kicked us out and sent us back home. Our same grandma who sold our trailer when we were little and had no place to go. Everything was just insane!

A typical night John and I were in our sleeping bags on mom's floor; a huge bang erupted from the basement and shook the whole house. It sounded like an explosion. We all jarred and asked, "What was that?!" But frozen to our spots, none of us dared to check out the problem. Maybe that was dumb and it probably was but fear seemed to be a key holder in there. Of course we were visited by the knocking at night in there, but oh well, beats sleeping by yourself!

Our mother was very restless and grew tired of the knocking. That is one thing that she could not deal with. John and I drowned it out. Sometimes we'd talk to it and tell it to shut up, but mom just went hysterical. It got so loud that it practically shook the walls. One evening she was on the phone with her friend and it knocked so loud that she screamed and asked Becky if she could hear the knocking, and she said yes. It sounded like the window was going to break it was that loud. Indeed it was a very disturbing rapping. It went as far as travels too!

I'd gone to my dads that weekend and John stayed home with mom. I couldn't sleep while I was there because that knocking was following me, echoing me in my head. It was everywhere! I thought it was there or maybe I just assumed it was there. How could it be at dads some 15 miles away? But there it was. Back home mom and John were testing it out and finally giving it some attention. The rapping took five knocks. So they knocked five times back on the kitchen table and it did another series of raps. That was enough for them that they stopped. Mother of course hated it so that spooked her out more. Meanwhile I'm at dads zoning in my sleep trying to escape the echoes. Then I hear funeral music playing ever so lightly. Then I see my body below me as I'm rising closer and closer to the ceiling. Thank god I was dreaming! Or at least I thought I was...

Summer was over. School had started again and the second day of school I was gravely ill. That same dang fever was there. My mother was as sick of my illnesses and distraught as a mother of what to do with her child. I'd seen every doctor none of them knew the problem. We'd all seen a psychiatrist and unraveled our tales of that spooky house. Most just looked at us and offered us some medication. I was seriously dealing with something I couldn't see! As all of us were.

I can recall one of those first few days I hadn't gone to school. I was reading a book in my room around 9 in the morning. (The exact book- Haunted Heartland, bizarre right?) I felt those eyes staring at me from the doorway. I looked up and said to them, "I know you're here. What you want I have no idea." I got up and turned up the heat because that's when it turned cold. I don't recall ever feeling those eyes in a quiet matter the last couple months we resided.

When it gets colder is always when things were at its worse. It grew closer to Halloween. Mom was talking about marriage again with a new guy.

This particular Sunday night mom was not in a good mood. I couldn't sleep. She was ranting out about how John and I were keeping her from her happiness. We didn't understand this because it wasn't like it was mom talking anyway. John had gone to bed and her new boyfriend was staying there. We got into an argument and she didn't want to deal with me anymore, grabbed a knife from the kitchen and whipped it across the counter telling me to go ahead and use it since I tempted it so many times before. I was burning inside. I recall walking to the dumb basement.

I was on fire and didn't know what to do. Everyone was in bed and here I was with this mad destruction in hand not knowing what exactly was going on in my own mind or around me. I sat on the washer (yeah the stupid washer grandma never took) and stared at the ceiling. All at once with one swipe I cut my throat but mom handed me a dull blade. It didn't do anything except leave a red mark. At that point, I got off that washer and walked up stairs. I knew I wasn't going to kill myself nor did I want to hurt anyone else. I was very well awake of all these events almost like I was on a high drug but I didn't take anything.

These next few moments went by fast. I walked into my brother's bedroom and made sure he was asleep. And of course he wasn't but he was acting like he was. The hall adjoining mom and John's room was not long. I left Johns room and with one plunging stab that dull knife went into mom's bedroom door. The whole house would be in chaos. I wouldn't know I left in the drizzling rain. I tried calling my dad from a pay phone but he's never home. He probably wouldn't have saved me anyway. I had to get away from that crazy house! I spent a long time out in the rain until I realized I had no where to go. It was October, cold and raining and I was in a tee shirt. My only choice was back home. They'd all calmed down by then. The police had already been there.

Mom told me to get in the car. I was more then happy wherever she was going to take me. She took me to Luther Hospital and left me there, for a week! I didn't care; I just wanted to be away from everything there. That was the best vacation I'd gotten. That's sad when that's your only sanity away from the madness.

We never talked about that incident. It's like it never happened while we lived there. I'm sure they weren't themselves either but none of them had that warped possession like I did. It definitely wasn't me! I don't remember half that stuff in that house but that night I do remember. I know I was tired of it all too, as much as mom was tired of the knocking, John tired of not being heard, I was tired of living the whole shebang of what the house was doing. The evil presences tuned them out and tuned into me. I realize that now and knew it then but couldn't prove it.

Around Christmas John and I bought an Ouija board. We didn't know how to work it and claimed the dang thing didn't work so we stuffed it under my bed. Mom didn't know about it, she'd kill us if she did. There it sat and right before Christmas the Chippewa Judge ordered my brother and I to live at our dads. No surprise huh? At the time we were upset about it but it happened for a reason. Mom got married at the same time and was moving to another county. Our last residential stay at the house was at Christmas. Her new husband and we had the tree up and none of us were happy. We were worn out from that house. We took our pictures and it'd be the last recording of that place.

Day after Christmas our older brother and our dad came and got me and John. That weekend mom packed to move. John and I walked away from everything, taking nothing. Mom was so weak and worn out that she couldn't pack. Her husband and his friends loaded it all up for her or she would've just left it there she's said. That last night they spent there, they slept in my bedroom. It must have been the last bed in the house or maybe they wanted to see what exactly the problem in there was for me.

She says after me and John left the house that the knocking stopped. Also in the middle of the night the back door opened by itself one last time, for in the morning it was wide open. Maybe the ghosts walked out too. She said she was shaking all day that last day trying to hurry to get out of there. Like something was going to jump out at her and attack or whatever the deal was it wasn't good. Once the last moving truck was loaded they never looked back.

I think about that house that final day when it sat alone and how it must have not reached its goal when all the survivors inside made it out, not in the directions we wanted to go, but alive with one breath left recalling that something there had taken the life out of us. And it took years to recover healthily for any of us.

What a story right? I'll be the first to tell you that! It happened though. We couldn't ignore the fact that it did. Just when we thought it might have been our imaginations or that maybe we were just angry with life, there were the pictures. She finally got them developed after all that time. There were numerous orbs in a lot of pictures. There were full body ghosts in some of the pictures.

Most of the pictures with John were cut off half way down his body with the top part being completely black. In one particular where it cut John's top half off you can see the outline of a man in the back part of the picture. He had a white outline to him. That was the spookiest picture for me, gave me all the proof I needed! And that last Christmas we had, there is a little man posing next to our Christmas tree just living it up! At least he might have been having some fun, we sure didn't. There were other odd pictures, too many to name. All that proof, yet the most proving point of those pictures was the ones with John and me looking like zombies or ghosts ourselves. Sounds like it came straight out of Hollywood right? Well these weren't quite superficial. We never remembered ourselves being that ugly or scary. My face was white as a sheet in most of those pictures. You can see the lines coming right through me as if I were a living skeleton. My eyes were bulging out of my head and I actually looked like I'd been run over by a truck. My brother looked almost the same. Mom appeared to be somewhat normal, but what was normal back then? Out of all of us, we all vouched for that I was the scariest! And here I am telling you about it.

It's been almost 15 years since we been in that house. Just a couple years ago my mom finally got over its after effects. That's a long time! I'd been dealing with it most my life, and John is yet as well.

I wrote the current renters/owners of the house and had a conversation with a man there in 2003. He was actually helpful about it. He claims nothing out of the ordinary is there now. Maybe there isn't. That doesn't surprise me at all. He also asked why we never had the place blessed. We were so out of it back then and didn't want to actually face it that it never became an option.

Like I said, 15 years is a long time and for the most part its history. John has a lot of dealing left to do. It's been two years since he's talked to me from his last freak out. He is angry about a lot of things. John won't talk to me to this day and I'm actually glad he doesn't. All through our lives we've gotten along, but why all this now?

I probably never would have rehearsed this story if everything were ok. With my brother it appears it never will be. The ghosts of that place are gone out of our lives. The pictures are there for a reminder only when stumbled upon. They are locked away. A good place for the whole shebang.

UPDATE: About a year ago I drove past that house. It's behind Woo's Pagoda restaurant so the back road is easier to access then the highway. As I drove down the street I saw something white hovering near the garage by the driveway. I thought it were the tenants with laundry hanging it to dry. But as I neared the place it was dead silent with activity, no one was there! Then it got put in the back of my mind- 'they' are still there. They will always be there. Perhaps reminding me, as if I need one!

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Ah spring was finally here! It seemed to calm the house down for a little while. At least we weren't stuck in it from the winter not being able to escape its grasps. The same oddities were there as usual, but we ignored them. Summer came and went and I doubt we spent much time in that house honestly. It seems like John and I were away at our dads or somewhere for it all seems vague now.

We started school in the fall and the heaters took their toll again. It wasn't anything we weren't used too. The voices were there once in awhile, the raunchy smells were still there, the disappearing junk was still there. The back door opening still occurred there along with the door bells ringing, mostly the back one of course. We liked to ignore most of the going on occurrences there. When I look back at it I think the ignorance we had with the place irritated our ghosts that they started speaking out differently.

Our odd behavior was one thing and my brother sure liked to act out in strange ways like crawling out of windows and leaving them open. Why didn't he just use the door? He even did that at school. I stayed in my little world of enchantment thinking I'd be like Dolly Parton or something someday. My dreams and thoughts would always be interrupted by something that wasn't there. I felt the presence. I knew it was there especially in the basement. I had a little recording studio down there and I'd sing and it felt like eyes were always watching me. Then my brother and I started throwing darts and the walls and made all these holes all over the basement walls. Oh mom was mad about that! She asked us why we were holing up the walls. We didn't even give her an explanation, just said that the walls looked better or something stupid. Yeah crazy I know.

Then there was the mold on the walls. It started growing on every inch of any space behind stuff at first. We couldn't distinguish the grassy smell as I call it. It was a rotting molding dew. Mom discovered the first patch behind an old suitcase in her room. Yuck! She'd scrub the wall and it'd be back the next day. Then the mold started growing all over the place! It was on the basement walls. It was on the bedroom walls. It was anywhere it found space to grow. Our house might as well have been a green house for all the green mold on the walls.

The worst part for me was that winter. Mom had a party she was preparing for that day. We got up Sunday morning and went to church. Usually we went to church a couple blocks from our house but that day she decided to take us on top of the hill. We never went to any other church as if that has anything to do with this but I remember it so vividly. I was fine all the way until about half way through the sermon. Something came over me, a sickening nauseous feeling at the pit of my stomach. It heaved and it burned and it gurgled and it churned. I'd never felt a feeling like that before in my life! As soon as church was out I demanded breakfast I thought I was hungry. Food didn't come fast enough for I thought I was hungry, but the time it was done I felt sick. I felt sick all morning since church. I sat next to the toilet, I lay in bed. I cried to myself until my older brother visiting told me to shut up and it was all in my head. I couldn't feel better no matter what! This wasn't the flu, I figured after about a couple hours I still hadn't thrown up, just the aching sensation that it seemed like I should. Company was there and here I was hogging the bathroom for most of the day. I felt like such a prune. My mother took my temperature and said I was burning up with a fever. I sure felt it! Thinking it must have been the flu, I stayed home from school the next day, and the next, and the next, and all week long! Ok we realized this wasn't the flu and I needed a doctor.

I'd been to every doctor for a month straight. I wasn't getting any better. I'd wake up everyday with a fever. Mom thought I had a heating pad in bed that I was purposely trying to get out of school but came to discover no such thing when she tore my room apart. The doctors wanted to do tests on me and see what could possibly be wrong. One was for ulcers in my stomach. That didn't explain the fever and the headaches everyday let alone the weakness that I felt.

One day I stayed home from school I was so mad that I couldn't function normally that I cried all afternoon long that I couldn't be in school being normal. I wasn't fit to even be human at that time. I felt like a zombie, lifeless, just aching in pain to the world the only thing letting me know I was alive. That same particular day I climbed on a chair to fix my curtain and as I was up there I felt those penetrating eyes staring at me from the kitchen. Then a gust of wind almost knocked me over. It was like it was whispering to me that it was there keeping me from feeling anything real. It was sure making sure of it. I believe I even spoke to it in a sob, why are you doing this to me?!

Of course my brother made his midday sleep walking stunts yet. He waltzed out to the kitchen one day and said there were way too many big birds flying outside the house that they were keeping him from his nap. We told him to go back to bed and he did. Mom and I just looked at each other like ok John's having a daydream. The times that John and I weren't trying to kill each other, I'd be trying to kill myself. I actually remember one day in particular. I don't remember what caused it or what happened in the house but as soon as mom got me to the shelter in town, I recalled the memory of talking to the lovely woman who I still talk too to this day! She helped me so much that very day so this is what transpired in those hours I was told until I recall sitting in a chair talking to a counselor.

Mom had come home that afternoon from work and found me with a tie around my neck and I was trying to hang myself with my free arm. (Don't ask me how that works I don' remember this part!) She said I was talking in a trance that there were so many beautiful knives in the kitchen and I had wondered which one I was going to use. She asked me what I was doing and I demonstrated to her that if I couldn't possibly try hanging myself with the tie in hand that the knives on the counter would complete the job and I showed her the collection she had on the counter. I supposedly picked one up and that's when she freaked out and grabbed it from me and told me to get in the car. She probably pulled me in the car. I don't remember anything until I saw this lady asking me calmly, why do you want to die? And I do remember telling her that the voices were instructing me to do so! She was very calm about the whole thing and talked me out of death that day. I didn't even know I was trying to kill myself! But of course that didn't do the trick either of how bad our house was.

In the spring a knocking started on mom's wall. She thought it was the neighbors because the knocking would start at 4 every morning and go on for awhile and then quit. This went on for a month straight and then stopped. At the same time while she was driving to work mysterious headlights would follow her and bounce off into the sky. Maybe she was just overtired and imagined the lights. They didn't co hearse with the house. John and I didn't know about the knockings at this point. Whatever it was, was trying to gain her attention. But she thought it was the neighbors! And maybe at that point, who knows, maybe just maybe it was...

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Here goes another story for you all. I have so many disturbing ones that it's hard to find any good ones. Mine are so bizarre and get real crazy but what the heck, it's worth keeping you all on the edge of your seats.

This house is in Eau Claire. It's a nice ranch style house on a quiet little street in a residential neighborhood. The only noise is the highway behind the businesses lined along the side road. The original owners were Chinese who built this house in the 1960's. Woo is the name and his restaurant still stands today with a green Christmas tree on top. You'd think a house like this has history, well folks it does. I'll try getting most of this in here without being confusing. So I'll start with week one.

The moment we moved into this house it had a way of 'speaking' to us. The first weekend my brother and I were not at this house, our mother spent the weekend alone in it. She slept on the living room floor as we had no furniture there yet. She says a ticking in the wall kept her awake. Like a clock goes tick tick. She didn't figure out what it was, but a ticking in the living room wall, hmm? She started moving boxes and stuff in that weekend. She was putting away my brother's clothes in his dresser drawer and behind her she heard a violent rattle. She slowly turned around to see his closet door shaking violently by its self. Mom sat there frozen for a second and wondered, did I just see that? Well mom sure did see that. That was the first weekend.

The first week: It was summer and John and I were new to this neighborhood. Mom worked during the day so we had the house to ourselves. John and I could always find things to do together for a long time to come. We were interested in the same things. We scoped out the cherry trees in the yard which are a sight to see. We scoped out the entire house and all its nook and crannies. We came to realize that the house not only had a mind of its own but a bizarre one at that.

My first instinct of the basement is that it reeked. I have no idea of what but it was just putrid. I hated that basement. There was a room in the back underneath my bedroom that just gave me the creeps. We found a boarded off shower in the bathroom in the basement. Curious kittens we were, we pried it apart and found no dead bodies, just living spiders. While we investigated we heard noises upstairs like people talking and walking around. Intruders! John and I fled up the stairs to catch the culprits. No one? That's odd they must have escaped. So we were investigating other crannies in particular John's closet. (Mom never told us about her incident so we had no idea that happened to her until after we moved out.) John's closet was a creep hole. It was deep and square with shelving on both sides and it was dark in there. Just plain eerie. Mom had stuffed his toys in there so we were digging through them looking for whatever when all of a sudden we both felt eerie. We darted out of that closet as fast as we could neither of us saying why we left so suddenly.

Once in the living room we both mentioned- the creepy closet had its own agenda. There was something in there not human, nor visible to the human eye. And then we heard the voices downstairs. Thinking these intruders came back in the house and crept downstairs we grabbed our toy weapons and proceeded downstairs. We called hello, who is down here? Once we hit the bottom step, silence. We ran all over that basement and found nothing, and that's when the voices were upstairs again. I think we checked both floors a couple times but the last time we went downstairs we became frozen and did not want to venture back upstairs and discover the unearthly culprits. Don't ask why but we hid behind the basement bar until our mother got home. We waited for the first sign of her presence and ran up to greet her with our tale of horror. Mom looked at us a little funny and then mentioned that she believed us and we better keep the doors and windows locked while she was away in the day so no one could kidnap us. I reminded mom that it's hard for a ghost to rob someone. At least we thought it was funny at the time.

Same week: Moms noticing the back door is open every morning before she leaves for work. She questions us and asks us why we keep opening the door at night. Neither of us have, yet something liked to open that door next to my bedroom across from the basement. Maybe a ghost is going to work earlier then her? Or maybe the ghost is coming home drunk after a long night of wandering the streets? Who knows, the things that were already telling us it was there. Then strange cars would park across the street and stare into our house. Now John and I felt like refugees hiding from kidnappers. Here we are peering out the windows wondering why strangers were staring at our home! That unsettled mom even more. We should have been out in the neighborhood making friends but here we were hiding like something was going to get us but perhaps what was to get us was inside.

Strange things kept persisting at that house. At supper time a raunchy smell would envelope the kitchen and linger around for a few moments before leaving just as it came. The kitchen was hooked onto my bedroom where the back door and basement door are. Mom always sat closest to the basement door while my brother just had to have the end of the table next to the backdoor, and I was stuffed in the back next to the windows. I got the whole view of the kitchen back there. I didn't see any ghost fart but we sure smelt it! Then objects would start doing their own things. My play phone went off by itself in my bedroom one afternoon while we made dinner. It's like a cell phone the keys have to be punched in to work so something took a liking to that toy and started playing it. I went into my room to find it in a corner untouched but definitely playing. I took the thing apart and as soon as I left the room it still played so needless to say the thing found the garbage! Oh then our doorbell started ringing on its own accord after the play phone got dumped. It was usually the back door. We'd be in the living room watching TV and the back door bell would ring. The two doors had different rings. The front door had two dings like ding dong you could tell it was that door but the back door had one ring like ding and if someone wanted to get your attention it'd go ding ding ding ding, really annoying.

Well that door was annoying when it rang by itself. But at first we thought it was neighbors running up to the house and running away as fast as they could. It wouldn't be that hard to hide instantly if that were the case so we had a weird house with weird people around. Nothing unusual right?

Fall set in and things changed again in the house on the corner. Mom turned the heaters on which were run by a water heater in the basement. That thing fired up and made a gurgling noise so you knew when it'd start blowing some heat. It never blew out heat like electric heaters do but when the heat was on; the vents would gurgle and pour out its heat. The heaters went as far as making rattling sounds that we thought were defected so the landlord was called over and found nothing wrong with them just stating they are old and such. That wasn't good enough though especially for mom. They kept her and the rest of us up at night. She'd kick the heater to shut it up and it'd just get louder. She started taking all the heaters apart and the dumb things still rattled! I was isolated on my side of the house so my mother and my brother got their share of that side of the house. I had my own on my end.

One night I heard a girl's voice in my closet. I have no idea what the heck she said but she made it clear she was hanging around in my room. I might have crawled in bed with my mom at that point and told her about it but she was sleeping. That was the start of another aura.

My brother started having nightmares or something. I'd be trying to sleep on my floor for whatever reason (not carpeted either) I think to be close to the dumb heat register because I was always freezing cold. And he'd have the TV on in the living room and I could hear it all the way across from the kitchen. I'd yell at him and tell him to go to bed but he didn't budge. So I went out there one night and asked him what his problem was. He claimed he couldn't sleep in his room. Something was keeping him awake in there. Yes and the voices in my room are keeping me up too! Things were not looking pretty for the trio on the corner.

I got a really bad ear infection that first fall. Probably for sleeping on my dumb floor. While I was sick I took a liking to the living room. I didn't have any meds except antibiotics so what I'm about to tell you is something else.

Mom John and a friend of hers were in the kitchen talking. I was zoning out on the couch in the living room and I could hear unfamiliar voices. Then it's like I was drifting through the house and nothing was familiar. I could hear my mom in the background and I tried to get back to them. Something was pulling me away and I wasn't dreaming. I was well awake because my ear hurt so badly. I was so sick and paralyzed that I couldn't move. I couldn't even call out to my family. When I got better I mentioned my episode to mom and she couldn't explain what I'd experienced. Then after the sickness came the burning sensation smell. It was everywhere in the house. I kept telling them that something was burning somewhere in the house. It smelled like burnt rubber and it would not leave! We checked the house everywhere and nothing could contribute to the source. That is still a scar in my mind of that sickening burning smell. I wonder if that isn't connected to any evil.

As the weather got even colder the attitudes and demeanor of the family changed too. My mother got cranky real easy and started having fits about nothing for no reason. My brother got depressed and stayed in his little domain barely making an existence. I guess I was both of them combined. Some days I would be the nobody nowhere and other days I had such a temper tantrum that I didn't know why I was feeling that way to begin with! And then the cycles of all of us changed. Some nights the house would 'talk'. On these particular nights it'd take turns on us. At times mom and John would be very well aware what was going on but I had no clue! They'd tell me I just wasn't myself and had to settle me down. Other times it'd be me and mom would be ok and John would be sleep walking away talking gibberish nonsense. And the worst times were when mom was out of it and John and I had to fend for ourselves. She'd get violent with us. One day she stomped the heck out of my brother. Another day she slapped the tar out of me. My mother liked to vent most of her anger on me it seemed or maybe it's because my temper was just as bad I fought back. Then she'd call the police on me. It was a never ending cycle. There were times it seemed we wanted to kill each other! And it only keeps getting worse from here.

Other oddities were things missing that would turn up in mysterious places like the movie that should have been next to the TV but ended up in a laundry basket in the basement. The shredded up garments that showed up in various places. Moms keys always running away and showing up in strange locations. The non stop door bell that we discovered wasn't a prankster because in the middle of winter we would've seen footprints in the snow in which there wasn't! We knew our house was haunted but failed to recognize how bad.

This same winter had everyone so hell bent on edge that we didn't dare cross anyone's path. My brother grew increasingly violent as well and we took our turns on each other until we were black and blue. Normally my family gets along but in this house forget it. It was trying to kill us.

One weekend while John and I were at our dads in which he took us to Minnesota to see an uncle, Mom was alone back home with her boyfriend. They'd returned home after a supper meal and she went to the bedroom to try on a dress. She discovered a curling iron wrapped around a fur coat turned on high. It was reported but as soon as I was back in school that next week, the investigator was drilling me for my supposed doings. She harassed me and tried getting me to admit that I was trying to burn that place down. I told her straight out, how can it be possible when I was in Minnesota all weekend with my family? You tell me that. And the police said that place would've gone up in flames within an hour, so it had to have been set up just before Mom and Randy came home. That was a miserable experience. Not only am I not getting along with my family in that warped house yet someone or something is trying to kill us off if we don't get to each other first with the possession of the place!

That was the first year. And it's just getting started. There is more and it only goes deeper.