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This story follows the other one that I wrote, this are things I forgot and a couple of things that happened since then.

Last time I started with the alarms on the clocks which turned off well since then it has happened once or twice again. Made me almost miss my bus and I am sure that they were on. A friend of mine just doesn't believe that they were on and blames it on me but I am sure they were on.

Anyway a couple of weeks ago I was shuffling through some photographs of my grandmother's removal (she moved out of the house where see saw the dead uncle from the other story...) and on one of the pictures I noticed an orb (it's a round shape where you only just can see through. It could have been just some dust that reflected the light of the flash). Because of that I started thinking if I ever saw something strange there. I do remember that from time to time I felt like being watched and that I didn't like being alone in 2 bedrooms. I also didn't like going to the attic.

Well I remember something from when I was 5 or 6. It wasn't in my grandparent's house but in the house of that same dead uncle. His house was right next to my grandparent's house and my grandfather used the kitchen and the porch as garden shed. (Nobody lived in it anyway). One day I went with my grandfather to the house to water the plants on the porch. I wanted to see more of the house than just the kitchen and the porch and with my grandfather in tow went to the living room. There were still a couple of chairs and a table so I walked to the table and could see the stairs going up and the front door through an open door and for seemingly no reason I was suddenly scared and didn't want to go any further I just wanted to get out of the house. Well that's what I did and I think it was one of the last times I went into the house because short after my grandmother decided that it should be demolished because it was to old and became to dangerous.

In the new house where my grandmother lives nothing really strange has happened although since my grandfather died I sometimes think I hear my grandfather walking around. (My grandfather always dragged his feet over the ground instead of normal walking and my grandparents didn't sleep in the same room.)

In the weeks after my grandfather died my mother heard the song that he used to sing a couple of times. That happened in our house and not at my grandmothers. She said that it's only a sentence to a couple of words. She heard it for two weeks and then it stopped just as suddenly as it came. She even woke up once in the middle of the night because heard him saying/singing the words.

Well that's it for now. Thanks for reading my story.

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Of all the stories I have read mine isn't that good since my story is a compilation of all the different little things that happened.

Well the first time I found something strange is about 10 years ago. I was 6 or 7 years old and I stood up every weekend around 8 o' clock to watch a cartoon on television.

One weekend I was awaken by my dad around 12 o' clock and he asked if I had seen the show.

"No, my alarm didn't go off" was my answer and my dad said that it did go off, that he heard someone putting it off...

That was 10 years ago and I still haven't figured it out. Alarms, I was sure of that, were on had been put off during the night.

Things like that happened 6 times and the last time was last week. This could be explained by malfunctions but I still think it's strange for 5 clocks to have the same malfunction.

Well one time an alarm went off while there weren't any batteries in the clock. It was a new clock and we just used it for decoration and on one morning it went off...

Anyway, enough with the clocks!

Every morning I am home alone for 2 hours before I go to school. And 2 years ago I was searching for some books in my room and suddenly I heard someone cough in my parents' room. To be honest I was scared out of my wits because I knew I was home alone.

I went to my parents' room to check it out but nothing was out of the ordinary so I just went to school after it and never really gave it a second thought.

And yet, the thing that scared me the most happened 3 years ago.

Me and my parents were sitting in the living room when the doorknob of the hallway door went down (like someone was opening it) went back up with a lot of noise and the cabinet door (of the cabinet which was the closest by the door) went open (that cabinet door was locked by the way).

My mom went to look in the hallway but saw nothing. I was so scared that the moment it happened, I practically jumped on the lap of my dad who was sitting next to me...

Around that period something else happened too.

I was sitting in the bathroom drying my hair. When I saw two feet standing in the hallway (I saw two black spots by the play of the door and identified it as the feet of a person standing by the door) and thought it was my mom.

I yelled "you don't have to listen to what I am doing".

Then my mom came out of the bedroom (the thing in the hallway was gone...) and she asked "what did you say"?

The only thing I said was "nothing-I found it already" (I tried to make it look like I was searching for something).

I never told my mom about that, only told a friend and her answer was I don't want to be home alone in your house.

My mom had some strange experiences too. She was sick and stayed home from work. She was having a bath and suddenly she heard the toilet being flushed through. She was alone in the house...

And last week (I don't know the date...) around 5 o' clock in the morning she heard someone cry "Aah," it hurts (and more stuff like that).

She thought it was me because I had a dental problem at the time but I was asleep.

Well my grandmother always tells me a story that happened to her when I ask about ghosts. This happened 20 -18 years ago.

My grandmother slept in the living room because she was sick.

An uncle who she had constant fights with had passed away a couple of months before.

In the middle of the night she woke up and looked at the kitchen (the door was always open cause we couldn't close it anymore) and saw him standing there. She was still angry with him, stood up and went to the kitchen.

When she was there she looked at him and opened the back door and yelled " I thought I was finally relieved of you. You bullied me enough when you were alive and you don't have to do this while you're dead. Get out!"

Well believe it or not she never saw him again.

Well she always says that she could have dreamed it but the fact that the back door wasn't locked the next morning makes her believe otherwise.

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In 2005 I was driving to work and when I stopped at the lights, as if I was dreaming, I had a vision of a funeral and saw many people that I would have known. I did not know whose funeral but I felt immense grief and could not control how it made me feel. I cried uncontrollably. The following week, my very dear and close aunt died and the vision I saw that day was what I saw at the funeral. The night of her funeral I saw her face appear before mine, like if she was floating towards me, and she told me to look after my cousin, her daughter.

My next vision occurred in 2007 when my father was about to have his surgery. I "dreamt" that the family went on a picnic as we normally do and on our return there was a gathering of friends and family at the house. All I remember saying was "why are you guys here; my father isn't dead." About a week later my father passed away after his surgery and the vision I had seen was from his wake.

There are many other instances that I am uncertain as to whether I "dreamt" of things happening or was I thinking of them after they occurred. All of them were not bad occasions but I doubt myself as the event itself triggered the vision.

At times I am very aware of people's thoughts and emotions, especially my mother's but that maybe because I am her caregiver. However, there are other things that spook me out. My mum sees and feels the presence of things; family and friends that have passed and gets the message. Additionally, she also sees events prior to its happening (kind of, I think it just logical/ intuition). She does not like to encourage conversations when I mention things that I have experienced. My sister once told me when I was a child I used to talk to a "ghost" and I remember the babysitter taught me how to deal with spirits that hold you down. I vaguely remember these events but there must have been a reason she felt it necessary to teach me that.

That was an introduction on a few experiences over my life. Onto my concerns now; after my dad passed away I would be at work and always smell smoke around me. No one else smelt this smoke so I thought that it was smoke from my brother smoking around the laundry. In the back of my mind I wondered if it was my dad as he was a smoker. What made me think more so is when I attended my best friend's wedding the smoke was around me again. In my mind I asked my dad why is he bothering me today and if something was wrong. I felt like leaving but didn't want to be the first to leave. I should have because my mum fell and broke her arm. If I had left when I thought about it my mum might not have broken her arm as I would have been there.

I have since changed my job and no longer have the lingering smoke smell but I now work with a lady who claims to see things. One day she saw a dark shadow pass through the office and asked everyone if they saw it. Everyone was lost on the question except me. When I told my mother what happened she advised me not to say if I see anything.

She recently told me that there is this tall man around me, it is more of an outline and she cannot see the face. Funny enough when she mentions his presence I am normally in a foul or foggy mood and have this anxious energy about myself. She told me that she has been seeing it for a while but never felt inclined to tell me.

When she has mentioned this to me I remembered a recent experience where I was in a deep sleep and felt a presence. When I get up I saw a man drifting into the bathroom, he did not walk and appeared to be gliding out of my sight but it was pretty quick. I was so convinced that it was someone there I called my cousin to check but there was no one. I was sleeping in my mum's room that night and she has told me she saw my dad before but I can't confirm that it was him as the face was not clear.

Additionally, there have been times when I was sleeping in my room and felt a presence but when I got up I see dark shadows moving in the hall as if trying to get out of my sight. I have wondered if it is just that my eyes are sleepy.

The last of my recent experience occurred in the morning at day break, I was in my room and not fully awake. I heard someone call my name and gently poked me on the stomach. I opened my eyes immediately but there was no one there. I went into my mum's room and both my mum and niece were sleeping. I never told my mum, but weird enough the exact same thing happened to my mum a week later, the exact same thing.

Should I be paying attention to these events? I am looking forward to your comments.

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This is a story told to me by one of my teachers. We will call him Mr.Shahin. This story took place in Bangladesh, his home country, when he was about 8 years old. He is now 26 years old. This is definitely a true story because while saying this it still gives him shivers!

Shahin was 8 years old at that time. He had some eye infection in his right eye. Shahin was always in bed and his mom used to put medicine in his eye every night. One night, Shahin didn't want to have the medicine put in as it was very painful. He turned on his television and pretended to go to sleep, his mother didn't like him watching television. He locked the door and kept the key with him. He kept all the lights on and pretended to go to sleep until his mother went to sleep.

He had his back to the door when he heard the creaking of the door. He thought his mother had come to give him medicine. He heard the footsteps coming nearer and when they reached the bed, Shahin said that he didn't want to have the medicine put in his eye. The "thing" sat down on his bed. He knew this because he felt the side of his bed going down. Then, all of a sudden, he realized that he had locked the door and the key was with him so how could anyone open the door?

He slowly lifted his covers and he saw that everything was dark. (He had put all the lights on before sleeping). When he looked up, he saw a very dark, black shadow looking down at him. The shape was not describable. He was so scared! Shahin tried to scream but no voice was coming from his mouth. After about 5 minutes, the shadow left and all the lights came on as well as the television.

He got up as fast as he could and ran to his mom, who was in the kitchen. He asked her whether the lights had gone out but she said no. He then told his mother the full story but, as most parents, his mother didn't believe him.

Can anyone tell me what that "black shadow" was? I was really confused while hearing this story. Does anyone have any explanations? Thanks for reading, all!

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Now you all know from my other story Message from my father that my granddad's still here with us and wants to help us. It all happened probably a month after my granddad passed away. My uncle's wife, his daughter-in-law woke up shouting. My granny and her kids ran to her room asking what happened. She said she had a dream about my granddad.

She was in the kitchen cooking when suddenly fire caught her saree. She tried her best to stop the fire, like pouring water, etc. But nothing worked. The fire was spreading all over her, she said that it felt so real.

Suddenly my granddad came and just grabbed the fire. She hugged him and thanked him for saving her. He said that he was proud to have her as a daughter-in-law and that she was doing a good job on looking after the family (after my granddad's death, my granny went a bit bitter and shouted at everyone for no reason at all. She used to say to my aunty that she's doing a lousy job on looking after the kids. But she didn't mean it).

A few weeks had passed and my aunty made sure she didn't go in the kitchen alone. One day I came over after school to her house just to see my cousins. They were still at school so I decided to help my aunty while I waited for them.

Someone knocked on the door so I went to answer it. It was her daughter and son. We were just talking when we heard her scream. We ran to the kitchen and saw she was on the floor half her saree burnt. She told us that her saree caught the fire from the cooker. She also said that she smelt arabian perfume. I looked through the window and saw someone was standing there. I got out but the person vanished. I opened the garden door but there was no-one there.

The funny thing was I had a dream a few days ago seeing my granddad in my aunty's garden waving goodbye to me. When I opened the garden door he vanished, but I looked ahead and saw the scooter he used to ride was going up the street.

Thanks for reading there will be more soon! Seeya!

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My aunty just bought a house and started to decorate it. Her husband, my uncle was helping her. It was around 11 at night when they decided to stop all the work. They packed everything up and got out. My uncle was too tired to drive so he told my aunty to. They were half way home when my aunty realized that she didn't lock the door. They turned and drove back to the house. They went in and checked everything and then locked the door.

They were driving when another driver stopped his car in the middle of the road. My aunty beeped but the man didn't move. Suddenly my uncle started to feel sick. He was burning up and started to fidget in his seat. My aunty started to panic - one hand her husband suddenly fell ill and on the other the man in front won't move his car. She started to beep again when something caught her eye. She looked sideward and saw a woman in a white dress. She had long black greasy hair which she didn't stop stroking. My aunty got scared looking at the lady, I mean who will come outside at 11pm stand near the trees and just touch her hair.

The man in front moved his car and my aunty drove up (my uncle stopped fidgeting). She looked at the side mirror but saw the lady was gone. She turned around and saw no one there. She asked her husband did he see her. He said no. He said that he suddenly started to feel cold (his side was near the trees) when they went past the trees.

My aunty quickly drove home not looking back for the lady. Since then she never went outside after 10.

Well what do you think? Hope you liked it there's plenty more! See ya

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Hi it's me again! I want to start off from when I moved in my new house. Everything seemed normal at first but after a weeks have passed, we came across some weird stuff. Like once when my cat Bilu (real name Babushka but everyone calls her that) came in the house all wet. She just appeared out of nowhere I looked out and saw it was raining. I asked who let her in but my family said they thought it was me. I then thought she probably came through the windows. I checked the house but they were closed because everyone was feeling cold. So I'm like thinking "hey this is a bit strange". I mean how did that cat get in.

Another thing was that every time I go to my sister's room, all her cupboards are open. When I close them and turn away, they open again. I felt really scared, so told my dad if he can he sleep in my room and I sleep on mum's bed with her. He said ok.

That night I couldn't sleep, I heard my cat crying in the rain, I was about to get up to get her in when she stopped. I shrugged and started to fall asleep when I heard the cupboards opening. I went and closed them, mum was complaining so I went back to bed. I just put the covers over me when I heard them open again.

"Ambia gumas na khene?" my mum said which meant "Ambia why don't you go to sleep". I looked up and saw a man looking at me from the mirror. Since then I haven't been in my mum's room.

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This story is about my mum. A few weeks ago her dad passed away - my granddad. One night she was thinking about him a lot. She slowly closed her eyes when suddenly she smelt arabian perfume (my granddad always wore that). She looked up but saw nothing.

A big gust of wind went past and she heard his voice saying "help your daughters". My mum looked over (my mum, me and my sisters sleep in the same room, my mum and little sister on a double bed and me and my older sister on a bunk bed) and saw a shadowy figure walking up to me and my sister. My mum shouted at it and it looked straight at her, it had no eyes, which freaked my mum the most. It ran to her and pushed her down on the bed. Then it put the covers over her and held her hands tightly. She couldn't breathe because of the covers over her and couldn't move her hands because that thing was holding them.

Me and my sisters woke up when we saw my mum struggling in her sleep. We woke her up and she told us what happened. My sister was trying to calm her down when we saw red finger marks on her hand - exactly the same place where it was holding her. My dad rushed upstairs to check on us. He said that he dozed off on the sofa when he felt someone run past him. He chased it to the other room but by the time he got there it was gone.

Freaky! Well hoped you like that story I have plenty more!

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You all read about the magical genie of Aladdin. Well, these genies do exist. But they don't live in old lamps and they also are not magical. But they have some supernatural powers like they can go through walls, change forms, take over human bodies etc. They are related to angels and demons. Some of them are good and some of them are bad. Sometimes we make mistakes by mentioning bad genies as demons and good ones as angels. But genies are different from angels and demons, as, genies are earthly creatures.

In my country, Bangladesh, this genie is known as 'jinn. Good ones don't bother us but bad ones interfere in our lives. Believe me these creatures are real. I know many stories about jinn's. My family and I have some experience too.

Well, this occurred when I was about 10 or 11 years old. One evening my younger brother came down screaming from upstairs. He hurriedly burst in my room (which was downstairs) and sat on my bed panting. At that time my father and mother came into my room. Seeing him panting they were worried and asked him what happened. He said that he saw a totally white man standing beside the maidservant's room (our maidservant's room is beside the staircase). We all took it seriously. Because another incident happened days before, that is, one night two cats were fighting and making terrible noise. So me, my brother and my mother chanted 'If you are a jinn then go away.' three times in Bangla (my mother language). We chanted these words because jinn's like to take forms of cats, specially black cats and also it is believed that if you chant these words three times then the jinn will go away. As we chanted these words the cats left the place that instant moment! We were both amazed and frightened that time.

Some days later after that incident about my brother, I was going upstairs, and suddenly I felt that there was another presence. So, I looked around myself and what I saw made me want to faint. I saw a totally white figure standing in front of our maid servant's room. I just closed my eyes and ran down the stairs. As I was running down the stairs I nearly fell two times as my eyes were closed. However I went to my mum's room panting and explained everything to her. At that time my brother was there. He said that he also had seen the same figure that day. I am sure that is not a co-incidence. But after that incident of mine we didn't see that figure again. But last year we saw smoke in certain rooms. We searched everywhere in these rooms and the rooms near them, we also searched the outside of our house but we didn't find anything burning or any object from which smoke can come out. We also got a strange smell of perfume along with the smoke.

I believe that there was a jinn in our house. As these are the characteristics of a jinn. And if there is a smell of perfume then it is believed that the jinn is good. So I think the jinn was good as it did no harm to us.

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This is what happened to me while I was in Bahrain for two weeks waiting to come out to my ship, in January 08. While I was there I was in a Temporary Holding Unit were they give you a bunch of busy work. One of the days I was there we were taking the Tape Off the walls in one of the barracks rooms. On my way up to the Room I had found out of a shooting that took place in that room the month before and two girls had died. Not thinking about what had happened in this room, I did what I was told.

I went up there starting taking all the tape off since they had just painted the room. It was during the day so I had the blinds open and the lights off. I had gotten to the tape that was around the ceiling fan, I remind you the fan was off. Now I had gotten about half way done with this base of the fan when it had started to spin around slowly. Freaked out I pull my hand out from between the fan blades and climbed down the ladder I was on. I checked the switch for the fan and it was off. I called in a couple people who were working on the bathroom and they didn't touch the switch. So I had climbed back up the ladder and to listen to the fan, no mechanical parts of the fan were on. With the fan moving slowing and me needing to finish up my job I stopped the fan but as soon as I removed my hand from the fan it started to slowly move again.

To this day I believe that I was in the presence of one of the girls who had died. I would love to go back to that room when I go back Bahrain and this time try and do some testing to see if I can get anything.

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This happened just recently...

I decided to stay up late one night because I had to transfer some video and music files into my friend's USB flash drive. It was right about 2:39 in the morning and I was getting really drowsy, so I thought of just sleeping for a few minutes. I set my alarm for exactly about 2:45 am.

I didn't want to wake up exactly 3am because I somewhat believe that 3am is the witching hour. Back to my story. I set my alarm for 2:45am. Take note, I wasn't alone in the room. My brother and I sleep in a bunk bed and he was already asleep since 10pm and I sleep in the top bunk. So, I went up and the moment I laid down, I slowly fell asleep.

Suddenly, something cold held my hand and I woke up at that instant. I noticed that I fully covered myself with my blanket and I just knew there couldn't have been a draft. I wasn't actually afraid but since I'm awake now, I just thought I could go back to what I was doing. I looked at my clock and it read 2:43am, I was relieved because it wasn't 3am yet so I continued the file transfer. I reset my clock for 2:55am again because there was still a lot to transfer and I thought of sleeping for just a few minutes again before resuming.

At about 2:50am, I was feeling sleepy again and went up my top bunk and lay down and slowly fell asleep and all of a sudden, something cold touched my right foot, I awoke and looked under my blanket. I was sure this time that a draft couldn't have passed by because I tucked myself in quite tight.

After that, I left the computer on, hid under my blanket and waited until morning came.

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When I was 15, my best friend took me with her to visit her grandma. She didn't want to go alone but she wouldn't tell me why. That night, when we were in bed, I was listening to the sound of silence, when I heard someone calling my name. I was completely scared because none of her family knew my name. I got up from the bed and crossed the room and opened the closet door (that's where I heard the noise coming from) but there was nothing inside. Slightly shaken, I sat on the edge of the bed, wondering what I was going to do now.

I opened the window to let some air in and that's when I saw, standing on the lawn, the vivid image of a young girl (no more than 6) covered in blood, saying "Trysh, help me". Needless to say, I shut the window rather quickly and went back to wake my friend up. Before I could tell her what happened, she asked me if I saw 'her', to which I replied 'yes'. Apparently, every time she stayed with her grandmother she would wake up hearing her name and every time there was that same little girl asking for help...

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Cooinda is only 225 km from Pine Creek, in the N.T, in Australia. I was camping out there for my last night on a fishing safari and ready to take the long drive back to my home town, Katherine, which is 300 odd kms or more. It was probably 3:00 in the morning when I heard someone shout out "Holy Shiat!" Me, my mates and a few more campers ran over to the toilet block (which was 500m away) to see what was the commotion. Before I go any further, I want to add a little info: The Cooinda area is full of mysteries and has plenty of sightings of ghosts, bunyips, etc. We all got over there and the man, who we all voted as the man who shouted out, was shaking and was pale as a vanilla ice-cream. He was staring at the mirror, with a message written on the steam from the hot shower, "Thy beware as one's soul may be taken"! The man swore that he was the only one is the toilet block and he heard no one else go in. And to make things twice the commotion, while looking into the mirror again, the toilet doors started to bang and close by themselves. Everyone ran out (including me and my mates) back to camp, ignoring the faint sounds of the toilet doors.

The next morning, I went for my shower in the same toilet block and everything was dead still, nothing moving and all. I had my shower and got out and then I heard a bloodcurdling scream (woman I think) from the toilet block. I was scared shiatless! I went to look by, no one was there, I told the receptionist before leaving, she surprisingly heard it too, and the mystery still remains as the "cooinda ghost".

Thanks.

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You might think this is really weird but I assure you it's true. It all started when I went on holiday to the Bahamas. I went to bed the first night I was there and all I of a sudden I dreamt that I was in the jungle and tigers were chasing me. I would wake up in the back garden of our villa lay under a tree.

Then I had dreams that I was out side cutting the rose bushes when I would be strangled and I would wake up in a sweat with red finger marks on my neck. I sleep with my fiancee but he says he hasn't heard anything and I'm probably sleep walking, I told him that even if I was sleep walking, how did I get the finger marks all over my neck?

Some nights I never sleep in case I move in my sleep or get strangled again. I read a story once that said if you die in your dreams you die in real life, that's why I'm afraid of going to sleep. On the way back to England, I fell asleep on the plane and I woke up leaning on the sink in the plane toilets. I asked my fiancee what had happened and he said I told him that I was going to the toilet.

When I got back to England I got married and when I was at the altar I passed out. When I woke up I was in the toilets of the hall that we had booked for the after party. I came out and my husband said that I had said I do and that we had just arrived at the hall and I told him I was going to the toilet.

2 weeks after our honeymoon when the dreams had carried on, I went to a psychologist and he told me that I was being taken over by a ghost for minutes even hours at a time! The strange dreams keep happening but I just hope that one day they will go away.

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My sister Emma and me, Alicia, always wanted a puppy. Emma was about six, and I was eight or nine. My parents went on a vacation in the United States (Florida). When they got back and opened the door, they had a baby golden retriever. I was shocked. THEY BROUGHT HOME A PUPPY! Not even a year with him, he tripped over one of our wood shop tools, and broke his back leg. Every night after his surgery, he would sit under the table and cry. If you tried to pet him, he would bite. He was in so much pain.

After about two weeks he died. For the first week, no one talked. But at night, we would always hear this strange dog cry. My mom and dad would search for the noise. Then they heard it come from under the table! We figured out that it was the ghost of our puppy. At night, sometimes, you would feel something jump on your bed and it would sink. We treat the ghost nicely. Even now, he still growls. But sometimes, you would not even notice him.

Now at 23, I bought the house that I used to live in. The last people who lived there said there was NO ghost dog. But when I moved in that house, the puppy returned. My old pup.

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I have read other people's stories in this site and at least, now I know that I am not the only one who experienced these kind of things. I've lost my fiancee in a car accident 7 months ago and since that day, it wasn't easy at all. I remember in early days of his death, I had this strange feeling that someone is watching me. I couldn't exactly see something but I could tell from where I was being watched.

Another strange thing that happened was one night, when I was sleeping in my room, I heard someone speaking and was awaken. I couldn't exactly understood the words as I was sleepy. When I opened my eyes I saw a familiar black figure at the end of my bed. I couldn't move or talk, but see just from the corner of my eye the black figure. I didn't see his face clearly but I felt that it was him. It was dark in the room. I wanted to open my mouth and talk but I couldn't. Some force didn't allow me to move at all. But somehow I was able to understand what he was saying. It wasn't usual communication with words. I just understood, felt what he was saying. He took my hand (all I felt was coldness, ice cold) and told me not to worry, that everything will be all right. I asked him not to leave but he said that if I try to look at him he will be gone.

When I woke up in the morning, all I felt inside was peace. I know that even though he is not among us. He still exists somewhere. He exists in our future. In the future which awaits us all...

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I have moved almost a million times, this time it just got scarier. Everywhere I am, strange things happen. It's like someone's been following me my whole life. When I just moved into a house after getting married, this house was pretty creepy.

One day I was home alone, taking care of my kiddies, when all of a sudden my baby starts crying. I come into the room and it is freezing cold. So I brought my child with me. In like a split second in the living room, it got freezing almost 50 degrees. So I flip on the tv. All is well. Few hours later, I'm in the kitchen cooking, husband still at meeting, just me and the baby, the tv turns off. I know that wasn't her. She's sleeping. My dog is in the kitchen with me. Then I heard footsteps upstairs and my dog stacie starts growling. I hear my piano playing upstairs. Next goes the light, but I lit candles. So I call my husband but the phone's dead. It was six thirty and thank god he was coming home in ten minutes. That seemed like four hours which was. He was caught in Traffic! Nice.

Later, the piano stopped and that's when I start crying on and on. I was to shocked to run out of the house in complete horror, when I can tell someone is staring at me. I get a very hard slap out of nowhere on the face. Someone's needs to see a doctor I said. That made the ghost very mad. I could feel anger everywhere when all of a sudden the lights turned on, the candles blew out, tv turns on, it gets warmer and my husband comes in.

One look at me and Stacie and he could tell something was wrong. But every time I'm home alone now, it's like a nice spirit entered the house.

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When I was 10, I spent the night at my grandma, Crystals. She went to pick up my sister up and I was getting in the shower when I realized that I hadn't gotten my clothes set out. So I went back to my room and my radio was turned off, I knew that I had kept it on, so I turned it back on and went to the bathroom. I heard a noise, I went to my room and my radio was turned off again and my TV was now on, so I thought something was wrong with the electricity. I was in the shower washing my hair when I heard the door open so I yelled "grandma is that you?" and I didn't hear anything so I ignored it. I was putting conditioner on my hair when the shower curtain moved, then, before I knew it, the whole shower curtain flew open and I was being pushed down. My grandma was obese so she had a pointy thing that she held on to so she wouldn't fall and hurt herself, when I got pushed down my leg hit that and blood went everywhere. I had to get stitches and I still have the scar today!

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My name is anna and my grandma and aunt have had some ghostly experiences with our dead aunt, so I figure that these stories might be worth telling. My aunt died about maybe 6 or 7 years ago. My grandma was up really late one night cleaning up and doing bills. She heard a knock at the door, she thought it was her imagination so she ignored it. She heard it again so she went to open the door but no one was there. So she closed the door and went about her business.

Later that night, she was laying down in her bed when she had a ghostly vision or dream like vision of who was at the door. She had opened the door and saw that it was my aunt, then she opened her eyes really quick due to her shock.

My other aunt was at her house, she had not been feeling so well so she took a bit of a nap. She woke up a few hours later and found herself thirsty so she went to the kitchen. She was walking into the hallway when she saw a ghostly glow pass by the hall door, then it passed again but this time she saw it more clearly, it was a white glowing dress and it was the same as my other aunt's dress that she was in when she was buried.

Those are my stories, I am not sure if they are the best but I just really wanted to write these stories. Could my aunt be trying to say something to us? I hope someone has an answer, well until next time, see ya.

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The encounter was nine years ago, the time was between 3:55am-5:00am; I was begging my mother not to leave me by myself because I was afraid of being left alone. She reassured me that my father would come within one hour. Despite my begging and sobbing, she left me at the doorway of our home. I was so scared of being left alone that I ran to my bedroom and crawled into bed with my younger bother. I heard what seemed like footsteps and voices; I quickly got up and ran to my bother's side of the bed, and tried desperately to wake him up. He would not awake from his slumber. I burst in tears, I have never felt so frighten in my life. The voices seemed to get closer and closer until these white small ghosts surrounded my body, their lips moved as if trying to tell me something of importance. I didn't care what they wanted to say to me, I just wanted it all to go away, so I slumped down on my knees and sobbed uncontrollably.

Next thing I know I woke up in the floor. I tried telling my parents about it, my best of friends, almost everyone I was acquainted with. I'm now fourteen years old although none believed me; those images are some of the things that will stick with me until death...

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This is my first time here so I apologize if I make any mistake, also I'd like to state that English is not my native language, so please be patient if I don't write very well.

My stories are not big ones, not absolutely scary, I have seen many strange things in the former house I lived in, and never figured out what the hell those things were. I hope some people here could give me some clues. First I'd like to say I have never played Ouija there, I'm catholic and I know that it's something not to mess with. All I know is that the mother of the owner of the house passed away there many many years ago.

My first encounter was with who I call the man trespassing the wall.

It was 1999, my mother died in 1998 and that winter around 9pm I was alone watching TV, my dad was out, working. I had to take out the garbage so I picked up the bag and went out to the corridor. It was dark; the only light came from my neighbour's window, 6 meters ahead. That was the first time I saw him. Everything was so quick, quicker than lightning, but it's burned in my memory. A very handsome man, tall, long black hair, dressed in full black long coat, stared at me directly to the eyes, like saying "I saw you". His eyes were yellowish, like cat's eyes. He trespassed the wall next to my neighbour's window. I quickly went back home, I was so shaken that I couldn't stop my hands shaking and couldn't speak again for at least 30 minutes. In other circumstances I'd have had a crush on that guy, but watching someone trespassing a wall makes everything different. Before I saw him, I felt something staring at me in the corridor, but after I saw him, I hadn't that feeling anymore. It was days later, I had finally gathered courage and went to the corridor looking for him, but never saw him again.

I had a friend who studied hermetics magic (sorry not familiarized with those terms in English). He asked me two things:

Did he look scary?

Is the colour black bad for you?

I told my friend he did not scare me -maybe shocked is the more appropriate word- and of course black means like armor to me, I wear black myself a lot, so much that some people think I'm into Goth. He thinks it was a protective spirit that took a form that would be beautiful to my eyes not to scare me.

Have any of you seen something like this?

My second encounter was with smoke in the air.

I was in my room, late at night. I had just turned the lights out and I was trying to sleep when I felt compelled to open my eyes. I saw a white thing trespassing the wall of my room (on the other side of the wall it's the house of the woman who rented me the flat). It was a floating smoky line like that you would see if you walk with a lit cigarette in a hand, but without the hot fire spot, just the smoke. It continued through the room and disappeared once trespassed the window. It happened twice in different years. The second time I wasn't scared, I just prayed and immediately fell asleep.

Again in my room, I was with my German shepherd and my Siamese cat (Both rest in peace my friends). Suddenly they both started to stare at a fixed point at the ceiling where the wall again leads to my neighbours house (she is the woman who rented me the flat as I have said before). I tried to distract them, but they kept staring at the point determined. I had heard of such behaviour on animals and they say they can see more than we can, but before I checked there was no insect or a spider web being moved by the air. Nothing was there, not eve a shadow because lights were on. Then once again I started praying to God, immediately my animals were back to normal playing, etc.

Animals staring the ceiling

In my new flat I don't sense anything strange at all, sometimes I see a white shadow from the corner of the eye but nothing ugly. The flat I visited before renting my current home, made me feel uneasy I told my mother in law "You might laugh at me, but I don't like it here, I feel that the house doesn't want me". She looked at me with surprise and told me she felt the same.

Any help would be welcome.

This happened at least 3 times. But it always stops when I pray. I also have a San Benito medal hung on my front door, it's a Saint.

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I'm struggling with this myself, to decide if it was real or if I imagined it. All I can do is write it down here, as it happened to me, and let you all be the judge.

I left England, UK, to come and live in Argentina after a difficult time in my life. I moved to San Telmo, to get involved in the antiques trade that I love, in Buenos Aires. Now this is a town rife with spiritual activity, although I didn't know that when I moved here! I was aiming for Palermo because a friend lived there, but ended up in San Telmo - long story. Anyway.

When I first got my apartment, I was lonely: I admit it. I would've liked a dog or a cat but the landlord was difficult, and I didn't want to push my luck in my new country. So I got myself two fish, thinking "the landlord can hardly object to the noise they make!" and for a few months, we were all happy.

Then, sadly, I found one morning that both fish had died in the night. I don't know if they'd fought, or there was something in the water, but dead they were, both wedged in the bubble-generating treasure chest that they'd loved while they were still with us. I buried them in the little park outside the Recoleta cemetery, and got used to the idea that they were gone. But I missed them, and after a few weeks had passed, I decided to get new fishes. I couldn't see a reason to replace the tank, or the plants, or the treasure chest since it was clearly popular.

But here's the strange part: it doesn't matter what I do, the new fish won't go ANYWHERE NEAR the treasure chest. I even tried putting their food inside, but they wouldn't touch it! In the end I got a new tank, and they're happy in there. But what was it about the old treasure chest that made them fear it? Perhaps I'll never know.

Thanks for letting me share that. It's hard, far from home and estranged from your mother, to deal with these things and sometimes you just think you're imagining it. It's good to know other people share these experiences, and you're not alone with them.

Love

Jose

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My name is Alex; I have already submitted a story when I was in Korea about my sister and her sleep paralysis. Now I will be telling my story. Right now I am in Argentina, and I want to tell a story which happened 3-5 months ago.

I was sleeping in my bed, around 10, I couldn't sleep so I just closed my eyes and started thinking about silly stuff, like what I would to tomorrow, or what could my friends be doing, when suddenly some images popped into my head really quick, they were images of demons and the number 666, that lasted about 3 seconds, and when it finished, I couldn't move, I opened my eyes, and if I remember correctly I started praying, I said: in the name of Christ, I command you to go away. And I could move, it felt like I was being held down, by a huge amount of pressure, I felt really heavy, the weird thing is those images in my head, I read some other sleep paralysis stories, and none of them had the 666 images in them, hope any of you can help me out.

Oh and this only happened to me once, the sleep paralysis thing happened to my little sister about 4 times without the image. This happened when I was 15, right now I am 16. OH, and if it helps, my dad told me he could see ghosts and paranormal entities when he was 11, right now he is 38 and he can't see them.

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It was 2006 when my father died in 2005; I was staying at my mother's sister's house because I was taking care of her three month old daughter because she worked at the Norman Manley International Airport in Kingston and had to do night sometimes but she was home at night.

It was a Monday night around 7:06; I was lying in my bed the room was right beside the washing area. I knew; I was neither dreaming nor sleeping at that time when I heard a knocking and calling at my room's window. I lain on the bed silently because I knew I heard the voice of my deceased father saying: Kim, Kim, Lee, Lee; call Simone. Simone was his youngest sister. I was so terrified; I said to myself, "that sounds like my father's voice." I didn't want to say anything to my aunt, but when I think what my father had said about his brother, I went into my aunt's room to tell her what I heard, so I would get a call from her land line phone to tell Simone what my father has just said to me. I knew it would sound strange to the family.

I called Simone and told her what my deceased father has just said to me, she was so fathom about the whole story. When she told her brother about it, he called Lee's phone which rang unanswered.

The Tuesday morning he went by his house and saw flies coming out of the house; he knew something was wrong, so he called the Constant Spring Police station. When they arrived they kicked off his door and went inside and found his body; he was dead about three days ago. Everyone was so surprised about what I told them and believed that is was really true...

People in my community still can't believe that my dead father told me about his brother's death. This is not a dream; my story is plain true and not a fiction; it is reality. I know I have made some errors, so please bear with my mistakes.

Thank you for take your time out and read my story.

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This story took place in the village of Masefau when I was about 7-8 years of age. I lived with my mother, her parents, and my brothers as well. My grandfather was the Reverend then. Our house was built right in front of the mountains. When my brothers and I were younger, our grandma had told us that we should never go in the back of our house after 10:00pm. Especially by ourselves, due to the fact that evil spirits would start to come out from the mountains that time.

I had thought my grandma was joking around until this one strange night. I had went to sleep around 9-10pm as always, but this time something had felt strange all of a sudden. Mind you that I sleep in my room by myself and that the only window that I have in my room faces the mountains. As I was laying in my bed, I heard the old faucet behind my window running and I also heard a man talking to his daughter, telling her to wash her hands. As I took a peak through my window to see who it was, there was no one there and all the voices and the sound of the running water had stopped.

As I laid back down in my bed I started to hear them again. This time when I looked out my window I saw a man with a little girl at the faucet and as they turned to look at me, all I saw were two pairs of bright red eyes looking at me. I tried screaming but I couldn't hear my voice. As I was screaming both the man and her daughter had started to get closer and closer. I had ran to my door to try and open it but it wouldn't open.

At that point I actually thought I was going to die because they were reaching over and started to choke me. I guess my grandma knew or had a feeling that I was in trouble. If it wasn't for her, I know that I wouldn't be here right now telling you my story. I had slept in my grand parents room that night after that horrific incident. The next morning as I woke up, my neck felt bruised. All I could hear that time was my family asking me why do I have bruises on my neck, as if someone had choked me. That's when my grandma had told us the story about the man and his daughter.

My grandma had said that a man and his daughter were looking for a place to sleep at night and came across the house we live in, but the family who lived there were so crual to them, especially the young girl whom lived in the house. The little girl who lived in the house use to stay in the room that I stayed in. That night as the man and his daughter were looking for a place to sleep, the little girl in the house had told them that they could sleep in her room, but the only way to get in there is to come through the back where her window was and that they had to wash their hands at the faucet in order for them to walk through the window.

The man and his daughter believed the little girl, so they did as the girl had told them. Once they had started to wash their hands the little girl started to laugh at them and also started to tease them saying that they were so stupid because they actually believed her. Then the next morning the family was getting ready to leave on their family vacation but couldn't look for the little girl. As the little girls parents went to her room looking for her, all they saw was blood all over the screen wire and the window in a shape of the little girl.

The scariest thing about it was, that the little girl was the same age as I was when this had happened to her and it also happened on the same day but just different years. Something had told me to go into my room so I did. When I got there, all I saw was BLOOD in a shape of a little girl all over the screen wire and the window. My grandpa said a little prayer in my room and told the spirits that they were welcomed to spend the night over or as long as they want until they find a new place to stay.

I was thinking to myself "Is grand-dad's head screwed on tight or not?". Then, I started to think about it, if a spirit visits you, the only reason why is for revenge so the only way to let them go away is to find out why they're here on earth and just do the opposite.

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Now, this is not an event that had taken place in front of my own eyes, but it has surely happened to my grandfather. My dad told me this story and it gave me a chance to look at spirits who have yet to rest but are not actually "scaring" people to death. Here is my grandfathers tale:

My grandfather was only 36 years of age and he of course needed a job. He had looked in agriculture, the stores down the street, even the starkist factory that was quite a ways away. No jobs whatsoever. Finally, after 3 weeks of looking, he had seen an ad for a "wanted bus driver for the night shift." At the time he didn't care what kind of job it was or when he had to work, all he cared about was supporting his family.

After a few days, he had gotten the job to work from sundown to an hour before sunset. The bus driving job was steady, he really didn't have any riders unless it was someone who also worked late. Soon, he had picked up on which riders came on, what time they came on and where they should be dropped off.

But, a year into the job, he had gotten a new rider who would only ride for that one night. He saw the man standing at a stop to which no one had stood before and for the first time he could stop there. The man was described as: well-rounded, pale, with a blue suit (which was very odd because it is so hot in samoa, even at night). Like every other customer, my grandfather had welcomed him with a smile. Being the kindly fellow my grandfather also tried to talk to him. He asked him: "How are you this evening?" "Where did you come from?" and just normal conversation questions. The only thing this man replied to is where he should be dropped off.

My grandfather tried to get something cheerful out of the pale man, but there was no response. As soon as the bus got to the destination as stated by the man, my grandfather opened the door, looked up to the mirror and said to him "Here is your stop sir" and looked ahead. Usually, at this time you can hear the passenger get their stuff together and proceed to the front. But not this time. He heard dead silence. He looked up at the mirror again, AND SAW NOTHING.

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This story was about 3 years ago. Me and my family lived in California. I had to transfer schools from Alabama. My mom read to me all the schools in the newspaper and she let me choose which one I wanted to go to. She said one has a haunted bus and it was a bunch of myths, so I went to it. And tomorrow was my first day.

When I woke up the next morning, I got on my bus, the lady welcomed me and told me to go to the last seat on the very last boy row and so I did, and when I sat down, an old friend of mine turned around and told me I should ask to move, I asked why and he said "back in 1896 an old man from the KKK killed a little girl on this seat" and I said, "that didn't happen". He said "oh yes it did. OK, don't believe me".

That afternoon I went to my bus to go home and when I got to my seat, for a second I thought I saw a shot little girl laying down in my seat. She was mumbling my name. When I got home I told my mom what I saw. She talked to the bus driver about it, the bus driver told her it is just a imaginary thought. My mom agreed. When I got home she told me to stop thinking about it and I did.

The next morning I got on the bus and when I sat down I looked out the window and the little girl was holding a gun and she was mumbling a word, but I never went back to that school.

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My story starts two years ago, on december 31, 2004. My uncle was in a car crash and hit a truck and died instantly. Three days before, he got in a fight with my brother and my brother said he wished he died. So three days past and my uncle died. I say about a week later, my brother woke up in a cold sweat and went downstairs to get a drink. He was about to go upstairs when he saw a cloud forming where my uncle used to sit. He told me that my uncle came down to say that he forgives him and that he is the man of the house.

I hear his cough, he used to smoke, so he had a really bad cough. I get freaked out when I hear it. One time, I was watching TV with my family and we heard the freezer shut, yet nobody was in there, so we think that he was playing with us. He plays with the time on the coffee pot. He was in the Army so he puts the time in Army time. I would love to hear him again or see him.

If anyone out there would like to comment. Thank you.

Why does he not show his face? He has been dead for three years now? Let me know.

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To tell you the truth I've never seen what I'm about to write... but my mom and the neighbor did and I totally believe them. I lived in a house that was divided into three parts and there were three families that lived there. We happened to live in the smallest part of it. You have to remember that I was about 8 years old at the time, so I never really thought much about the house. But even when I was 8, I still felt a small vibe in the bathroom. Now our house was just a living room, kitchen, my room and the bathroom, all in that order and very small. In the bathroom there was a small slant in the celling that was meant to be there, but it made you feel just... scared. In the bathroom, there was no shower because of the slant but the bath looked almost like an old style kind of bath. Let me tell you what my mom and the neighbor saw. On the stairs of the house, Dana (the neighbor) and my mom saw a little girl around 12 years old. They said that she was dressed in old fashioned clothings with little boots. They didn't get a bad feeling from this girl. At around 3:00 in the morning, my mom also heard a ball bouncing from that girl. Dana also saw a bunch of ghost cats. They did get a BAD vibe from hearing a man's foot steps up stairs. Loud. But the man soon left. It was just a plain creepy house!

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3 years ago, I was in school at our annual school picnic and my grandpa had been sick with cancer for about 2 years. He's been in 4 different hospitals and wasn't getting any better. The doctors finally told him that they couldn't do anything, so they just sent him home. He lived in my aunt's house for about a month before my dad came and got me and my sister at the picnic, and told me that my grandpa just died. A year later, my dad bought the house from my aunt because she kept hearing noises coming from the room my grandpa died in. Soon after my dad bought it, the noises didn't just come from the room, it started coming from the basement. We started hearing wheezing noises, banging and clanging like someone was looking for something. We moved away now and we never found out what made the noise.