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This story is very touching and when I tell it, most people cry, so be prepared. A long time ago my Aunt Prisilla believed she could fly, she was only 7 mind you and she had watched Peter Pan way to many times. Her mother was very depressed and my Aunt had already broken her arm twice in the last week.

Her mother also had cancer and back then (this story is over 100 years old) they didn't have a treatment so she just ended up dying. The family was very sad and no one could understand why God had taken such a nice caring mother.

A couple of months had passed and Prisilla's belief of flying was getting stronger she had now fractured her skull a few times. One night when Prisilla was in bed (she lived with her aunt now) she heard footsteps and kept seeing faces in the window.

That night she heard someone come into her bedroom she thought it was her aunt checking on her so she just went back to sleep. She had a dream that her mum had taken her up to the heavens and shown her how to fly. She showed her that she didn't have to fly by herself, she could fly with her (the mum).

Then when she woke up, her mum was standing next to her ghostly blue and said "see you do not need to fly by yourself, fly with me up to the heavens". What she was trying to say is "will you come into the light with me". Prisilla shook her head and said she wanted to live life for more time.

Apparently Her mother then burst into ashes and screamed and no one ever saw her again. I know. STRANGE

Please comment and share your opinion. Cheers for listening.

Recently I have taken an interest in seances and have been doing some research into how best to conduct one. The first thing I thought of was, of course, an ouija board. Not knowing how to use one, or even where to get one, I browsed various web sites including Castle of Spirits as well as this one for stories involving ouija boards and instructions on how to use one. I also watched some youtube videos of (supposed) seances.

So far I have gathered that there are many different methods of using an ouija board, such as:

- Chants

- Prayers

- Candles

- Minimum of three people (multiples of three apparently work better)

- One speaker only

- Keeping contact with the pointer at all times

- Touching the pointer with only two fingers

- Saying goodbye to the spirit when you are done

- Never speak to a demon or angry/violent spirit, and

- Explicit instructions not to use them at all

As such, I still wasn't 100% confident I knew what I was doing, but I moved onto the next step of actually getting an ouija board. I'm told they can be bought at toy shops (THEY'RE NOT TOYS!) but I'm also told home made ones work just as well.

So with my home made ouija board in one hand and pointer glass in the other, I began looking for someone I knew who might be more experienced with seances. To my surprise, I discovered that my dad knew quite a bit and had performed some fifty odd seances in his teen years. To my disappointment however, he flat out refused to perform one with me. When I asked him why, he recounted one seance that terrified him to the point that he has never gone near an ouija board since.

He performed a seance with some friends in Melbourne, Australia and made contact with a particularly violent spirit. This spirit was extremely uncooperative and moved the pointer so forcefully that it repeatedly fell off the table. When asked its name, the spirit spelt out 'DER TEUFEL'. At the time, the group thought it was gibberish but wrote it down anyway.

PLEASE NOTE: My Dad does not recall what the exact word was (it happened 30 years ago), only its meaning.

Some days later, one of the people involved looked into what 'DER TEUFEL' meant. He found that it was German for 'the Devil'.

Now before anyone goes off at me for telling such an extreme story, understand that I too think it extremely unlikely that this spirit was actually the devil. My understanding is that spirits, like humans, are under no obligation to tell the truth. I also don't recall the Devil ever referring to himself as 'the Devil' in the bible (I could be wrong). Either way, it is a pretty incredible story.

I'm back again with another experience, its been some time but this one wasn't as spine chilling as my other ones, this one to me seems as if relatives were trying to get my attention. I was deep asleep when my English home work pages were swept to the floor of my homework desk. I didn't want to lose the pages because it was an assignment and I needed it unless I wanted a 0 mark. I picked the pages up and placed them back onto my desk and continued sleeping. My window was closed and my fan wasn't on because it was a cold night.

Then, again, my pages went flying off the desk onto the floor so I picked them up again and placed them on my desk for the second time but something unusual happened when I laid my head back down onto my pillow. I saw a sort of vision of a group of about 3 people huddled together reading my pages and just staring at the work. I turned around and back and they were gone, I knew I wasn't dreaming but I was too tired to act upon it. I went back to sleep and heard something in my ear like from my first story, someone or something said "they blow off when they read it". I woke up and my pages were in a neat pile but they were on top of my English file which I keep on my bag, as if someone had already packed them for me, it wasn't scary or anything so I guess its relatives keeping an eye on me, my family is always impressed with my writing, maybe they came to check if the tale was true?

I had lived in Japan for 6 years. It was when my family and I decided to move back to Australia and live in our sweet little home that we used to live in 6 years ago. Just so you know, while we were living in Japan we were renting the house to other's and our house was built in the 1800's.

It took us two weeks to get organised and start living there. (Mean while we stayed at my grandmas) but when we finally did, something didn't seem right. It was a very weird atmosphere, not a friendly one either.

It really started to happen about a week after we moved in. My parents and me were sitting in the kitchen having a cup of tea when the whole house started to rattle and shake. Not enough so things fell over but enough to notice that the whole kitchen was shaking. It wasn't an earthquake either. I live in a place were we get absolutely no earthquakes whatsoever. It only seemed like the rattling was coming from the kitchen and the living room though (our kitchen and living room are connected).

The room started rattling and shaking even more now, almost to the point it was violent. Suddenly the washing that was hanging inside (by pegs) next to the window started swaying. You could say it was because of the draft but it was swaying side to side repetitively. This all happened in about a blink of an eye, a terrifying cold blow of foggy, steamy shaped wind blasted through the living room, through the kitchen and out through the hallway and out through the other side of the house.

When the foggy cold wind hit us everything shook and finally cups and glasses around the kitchen and living room all fell down. The house was left with the nastiest chill. Even my dad who never has believed in ghosts said he knew it was one. Nothing has ever happened after that.

At the moment, one of my close family friends is in hospital with bowel cancer. Her name is Tracey. She had surgery five days ago, they thought she only had one tumor, but when they opened her up, they found two. They successfully removed them though.

Three days ago, my mum and I drove to hospital to visit her. The hospital is called 'Royal Prince Alfred Hospital' in Sydney, Australia. The entrance of the building is really old, but the main wards are fairly new.

As soon as I walked through the entrance, I got a load of visions come to me, just images of women in old nurses uniforms walking around past me, as if they were workers there, it was really strange.

On the way home, we stopped at a set of traffic lights; people were waiting to cross the road in front of us. I saw a couple, and a little girl who was around 6 or 7. She was carrying a loaf of bread, and had it slung over her shoulder. She had short brown hair, waiting to cross.

My mum commented on how pretty the lady was, she was blonde, and was very pretty. I then said to my mum 'Isn't that girl too young to be by herself?' I was meaning the young girl. My mum didn't understand what I was saying; she thought I meant the blonde lady. 'What do you mean?' she said to me.

'The little girl... Walking behind the couple' my mum said she couldn't see any little girl, even though she was walking about half a meter behind the couple that my mum was talking about.

I am positive I saw this little girl, and if she was really there, my mum would have seen her, as she was walking so close to the couple.

After the couple and the little girl had crossed the road, the couple turned to the right, but the little girl walked straight, and vanished before my eyes.

This story happened to me when I was fifteen years old, about eleven to twelve years ago but still plays on my mind.

I was with three of my friends one night. My parents were not home as they had gone for the weekend. We smoked a joint outside and had come inside to play some funny mind games and tricks. Things like; I would make them believe they were guessing the right card that was picked, trying to make things magnetically stick to the butter knife, other guessing games and just being silly.

The fun had stopped and we were sitting on chairs in the kitchen/lounge room watching TV. All of a sudden, in the direction we were facing but a bit higher and to the left, something shimmered into view. It shocked me because it was something I had never seen before. Kind of gold and silver, I think. But I do remember it was spirit like or human shaped. It shimmered in then turned. Then I remember this ball of light coming my way. It hit me and next thing I know, I'm somewhere surrounded by darkness. I was no where, really. It was just blackness everywhere for a few seconds.

Then, as if someone had cut a slice through the blackness with a sword, all this light came pouring out and rushing through me. This happened so quick that when I woke up from my chair, I fell forward and said, "Holy shiat, wtf was that, did you guys see that sh*t?" My friends were all sitting around me and had tried to wake me when I passed out, but didn't manage to. They were talking about what they should do because they didn't know what had just happened. I was passed out for around fifteen minutes but to me it was like maybe ten seconds. I try to think back to what it was, but I have no idea.

Sometimes, I think I heard voices in the light, other times it was like a star trek thing. One thing I do know is that I was hit by a ball of light that knocked me out for fifteen minutes, but was like ten seconds to me. I had three other witnesses there that proved it wasn't a dream. I would really like someone to email me about this please, and help shed some light on it. I can also add more in-depth descriptions about it.

This is not the first encounter I have had with the unexplained. There was also no sign of anger or bad thoughts, except the quickness of appearing, and then the light hitting me.

There it was again. The rapping at the window in the spare room. It happens every night at the same time, without fail. At first I thought it was a practical joke. I laughed at it, recalling the fright of it to my mother over breakfast in the morning. When it happened the next night I was annoyed.

Deep in the moment of writing, I was lost in my words and the dance music that had been replaying since early in the evening. I wanted to open the window, rap a few times to scare whoever was outside interrupting my flow of creativity. I loved the house. My inspiration had peaked since my family and I had moved into the old weather board house. Nights were always the best times for writing, and usually I was the only one brave enough to be awake at such hours.

This night I decided to leave it once again, planning to give the house a look over the next day for footprints or fingerprints on the dusty window. In the morning I went outside, walking down the cracked cemented footpath to the window. There was nothing. No fingerprints, no markings, just dust. I put it down to the wind, it was the only explanation as to why the rapping had occurred, and it was an old house after all. The next night I sat huddled up and freezing, since our heater had stopped working, and I hated leaving the doors open in the hallway- It always gave me the chills, like something was watching, travelling. It was after two when I heard the sound of footsteps clomping along the wooden floorboards of the verandah.

In my bedroom my sister slept soundly, so I took the next approach at waking my mother to help investigate. We both went to the window outside my bedroom and saw no one. I told my mother about the time, and how it had been happening for the past few nights at the same time. We concluded that it was definitely some prankster, and I decided I was far too disturbed to continue writing.

In the morning I took another look, this time at the verandah out the porch, in search for footprints. To my awe there were none. The gate was closed, and my dog showed no signs of discomfort when I put him on the verandah for a sniff.

The following night I decided to go to sleep. I didn't want to be awake when it happened again, but much to my disappointment the sound of boots on the verandah woke me up. I switched on the lamp, my heart racing violently. I decided then to face my fears, and look out the window to see who was making these late night visits. I looked out the lace curtains to see no one. In the short distance I followed the footpath to the front gate which was opened slightly. Then I heard it, the rapping at the window. I threw back my blankets, running to my mother's bedroom. It didn't take long for me to wake her up, but the hair was rising on the back of my neck, and an overwhelming sensation of fear sank deep within me. By the time my mother and I reached the study the rapping had stopped. I checked the window, making sure the windows were closed. To my horror they were closed shut. There was no wind, and across the garden, and through the trees the gate was still open.

A friend put me on to this site and urged me to submit so here goes apparently my experiences as she puts it may be interesting.

Well I guess really I have had ghosts (spirits or whatever) my whole life (as long as I can remember anyway). It's kind of like I have people standing behind me all the time whispering to me. I have two university degrees (working on a doctorate right now for my third all in business) and really these 'people' have helped a lot with that. They whisper me the answers to exams, they whisper me encouragement when I am down and tired. They have saved my life on one occasion. I had a friend who was going on a snack run from the beach and he asked if I wanted to come and they were literally screaming at me not to go and I didn't and he had a car accident and died.

General knowledge is fun especially when I can trot out expertise in a field that I have never studied, know intimately the contents of books I have never read and am seemingly infallible. I am multi-lingual just because I literally have someone constantly translating for me in my ear and telling me how to say what I want to say.

They have helped my career no end. I'm an HR manager and I am considered extremely good with people, perceptive and politically astute and its largely because there is always a voice whispering what people really think or what really happened or what is going on behind my back in my ear and offering me constant advice.

Have I ever seen them? No. I catch flashes in my peripheral vision and I can feel hands on my shoulders and on my back very frequently. I seem to have good fortune when I get nudged to do something unparticular and get steered away from the crappy stuff.

I have never heard a name from any of them but they just feel friendly and I guess really I don't know what being lonely feels like. Its like I always have someone there letting me know for a fact that I am never alone and that no matter what I am loved. I have never gotten the feeling that I am wished any harm just that no matter what I must succeed and that I am loved beyond belief.

I have an aunt who says she is a medium who told me that something is talking to me but she didn't know what. I do know a few things about them though firstly that at least one are very old. I know because when I was quoting once a lecturer commended me on my knowledge and said that he had never had a student who actually spoke middle French. I don't actually speak it I was just saying what I was told to say and it's a fairly rare language by today's standards and several people have recognized that the Latin vocabulary that I have is far from the Latin taught today. I hear 12 separate voices on a regular basis with a couple of others who 'drop in' from time to time and I can recognize that when I do feel a touch which voice it belongs to as it were. I know that when I directly talk to them they talk back so I can ask questions; float hypothetical's and so forth. The other thing I know for a fact is they obviously learn. I mean I learn myself but I get advice on new items, articles of legislation things I should know and get told about current events.

I was trapped in an awful relationship for a long time (I had gotten a girl I was seeing pregnant) and they told me I had to do the right thing but then 5 years later they said it was time to leave now and that I was good and honorable and that it was time to go where I was meant to go and I left my wife and was in no relationship for a little while then the girl I met at university and had dreamed of your all those years turned up and now we are in a relationship.

I have read many scary encounters on here (I had a browse), many perplexing encounters and everything in between. I have never been spiritual person but in all honesty if it's actually true and I am not just slightly odd then I have nothing but good things to say about ghosts. They make me smile, the comfort me when I am alone, they look out for me and they do anything to help me.

My friend said to let you know that no one of my immediate family is deceased (apart from one grandparent) and I can't think of anything to account for having a group of ghosts with me but what I can say for sure is that I hope they never go away because if I lost that feeling of never being alone then I don't know what I would do. I have lived throughout Australia and Europe and they have never gone away except once for a very short while when my family and I went to Tintagel in England and they told me that they couldn't come to a certain place but it would be alright and that they would be waiting for me.

My family and me are currently living in a one storey house that has five bedrooms, one bathroom, and two living areas. We have been living in our house for five years. As far as I am aware nobody has ever died in this house. I am also afraid of the dark. I am only 14 years and afraid of the dark. I don't know if what I hear and see is my imagination playing tricks on me or are actually there. The things that have happened to me are recent events.

My bedroom and my sister's bedroom have beaded curtains hanging outside our door. One night when everyone was sleeping I woke up in the middle of the night. I could hear a man breathing heavily near my bed. It lasted for about 4 seconds before I drifted off to sleep again. The next day my sister told me she heard a woman breathing heavily near her bed. After that I started getting scared.

That was the first and last time I heard that man.

More recently something even freakier has been happening. Whenever I am home alone I hear things that I normally don't hear. Usually when I am home alone I sit in the living room watching TV while chatting to my friends on msn and my space. I always have the TV on mute because I listen to music on my laptop.

During the night I would hear the beaded curtain in my sister's rooms tinkling and banging in my brother's room. The tinkling lasts for about 5 seconds and the banging for 3 seconds but continues again. There are always 3 bangs every time it happens. I would think it was the pipes but it is actually someone or something banging on the walls. The tinkling of the beaded curtain starts every half hour, last for 5 seconds then stops. As I said this only happens when I am home alone. When other people are home nothing happens.

Also, our floorboards creak but only rarely. When nobody is walking on the part that creaks it would only make a light creaking sound but when a person walks on it it would make two loud creaking sounds, when alone I hear those creaks.

I don't want to think that there is a ghost in our house but it is kind of hard when all those things happen only to me.

This event happened early in 2007. As a member of Couples for Christ, one of our obligations is to attend weekly meetings with our household group. In short, each couple within our group would take turns to host these weekly meetings, where we would gather, pray, and read a scripture from the bible.

During this particular week, the youngest couple within our group of 6 couples, hosted the meeting. They had just bought their first home a year earlier.

My family arrived, along with the others and everything started off smoothly until we got to the end of our prayer session. I suddenly got this huge migraine. It hit me like a ton of bricks. My husband knew something was wrong with me, discreetly directed me into the kitchen and asked what was wrong.

As soon as we stopped in the kitchen, my headache disappeared as if nothing had happened. I said, "I don't know. I had this massive headache but now it's gone..." Shrugging my shoulders, we both walked back into the family room to listen to the bible reading. As soon as I sat back down, my migraine attacked again. Whimpering like someone just kicked me in the head, my husband asked the host of the house, if they had some paracetamol for my headache. The lady of the house retrieved some Panadol and I followed her into the kitchen to get a glass of water. I thanked her and she returned back to the family room, leaving me in the kitchen on my own.

From where I was standing, I could see my husband sitting down on his chair. He turned to look at me and smiled. Then appearing behind him, I saw this black figure or shadow-like person, resting one hand on the back of my husband's chair but just standing comfortably as if listening in on our little meeting. I just about dropped the glass, from surprise, I guess. My husband, watching my facial expression, looked behind him, but couldn't see what I could see. This shadow was still standing there, then faded. I drank my water and Panadol, placed the glass into the sink, splashed water onto my face and returned to the family room, sitting down next to my husband.

For the rest of the night, I didn't experience any more headaches or felt as though something or someone else was present in the house.

After we got home that night, I mentioned to my husband what I saw. I told him not to mention it to the young couple since the lady was 4-5 months pregnant. I didn't want to alarm her or her unborn. Could this shadow-like spirit be a past residence of the house? Or the young couple's relative, looking in on them? They haven't experienced anything and the house was blessed soon after they bought it, so, perhaps the spirit just came for a brief visit.

If you have read my other stories you would be familiar with the man that resides in my old bedroom at Trev's house. My boyfriend and I moved out of there earlier this year and moved in with my mum, we do still stay there fairly often as it is like a second home to me and even though creepy things have happened there I always feel like I belong when I'm there.

My old room is now Trev's and I recently gave him my water bed because my mum would not let me set it up at hers (chat!) . He was telling us that since he has had the water bed in there, there has been more activity. Trev described it to us, when he's almost asleep the bed will begin to ripple like someone is at the foot of the bed pushing up and down making the bed wavy, then it will lay on the bed as the water will dip down and cause him to roll into it (he sleeps by himself mind you). It also has been pulling his hair and touching his arm (he has seen indents in his skin like when you scratch yourself) but is left with no physical marks.

It was the night after Trev's 21st we were all worn out tired and very hung-over my boyfriend and I were going to crash in the lounge room, Trev offered my boyfriend and I his bed that night as he wanted to crash in the lounge room to watch a late movie, my boyfriend and I knowing what has happened in the room previously (who or what was it) still took him up in the offer.

Now ever since my first experience in the room I have noticed that the atmosphere in there is a lot thicker and the air in the room seems to have a white tinge to it (and its not cigarette smoke - we not allowed to smoke in the bedrooms) although the room gets good air circulation. Anyway back to the story...

If you have read my other stories you would be familiar with the man that resides in my old bedroom at Trev's house. My boyfriend and I moved out of there earlier this year and moved in with my mum, we do still stay there fairly often as it is like a second home to me and even though creepy things have happened there I always feel like I belong when I'm there.

My old room is now Trev's and I recently gave him my water bed because my mum would not let me set it up at hers. He was telling us that since he has had the water bed in there, there has been more activity. Trev described it to us, when he's almost asleep the bed will begin to ripple like someone is at the foot of the bed pushing up and down making the bed wavy, then it will lay on the bed as the water will dip down and cause him to roll into it (he sleeps by himself mind you). It also has been pulling his hair and touching his arm (he has seen indents in his skin like when you scratch yourself) but is left with no physical marks.

It was the night after Trev's 21st we were all worn out tired and very hung-over my boyfriend and I were going to crash in the lounge room, Trev offered my boyfriend and I his bed that night as he wanted to crash in the lounge room to watch a late movie, my boyfriend and I knowing what has happened in the room previously (who or what was it) still took him up in the offer. Now ever since my first experience in the room I have noticed that the atmosphere in there is a lot thicker and the air in the room seems to have a white tinge to it (and it's not cigarette smoke - we not allowed to smoke in the bedrooms) although the room gets good air circulation. Anyway back to the story...

Like majority of young couples we didn't go straight to sleep we fooled around for a bit, it would have been around 11:30pm before we even began to doze off when all of sudden there was this tapping on the window sill we both laid still just listening, then the clothes on the floor began to move like someone was kicking them out of the way to get around and the familiar shuffling sound on the carpet, I began to get creped out my not as much as before because I wasn't alone this time. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep but couldn't because I had that uneasy feeling of being watch the whole time, all of a sudden the shuffling was right next to me this made me jump and I startled my boyfriend, I was looking trying to this man but all I could make out was a darker body shaped shadow standing just on the outside of the cupboard door it would have been at least 6ft high and thick as could not see the white chest of draws in the cupboard which are usually visible seeing it is white. That's when I had had enough I told my boyfriend I was going to sleep in the lounge room and that he should come with me, so we got up Trev was still up he just looked at us and said " he's there ay" we just looked at other and were like yeah not sleeping in there tonight.

I'm new to this site; I came across it while I was trying to justify the strange things happening to me at the moment (using good old Google)

I'm 23 years old and I live in Perth, Western Australia.

I moved into my new house about 6 months ago, from day 1 strange things were happening.

To list a few:

- The stereo would turn its self down, and sometimes right up to the max!

- We would come home with all the lights turned on; when we specifically knew we turned them off in the morning.

- In our hall way there is a mirror at the entrance, every now and then I would catch a glimpse of a shadow moving past me very quickly...

After about a month I started seeing a guy, him and I were in my room one night, with the lights off, but the hallway light was on outside and the door was slightly opened. We were just mucking around on the bed (there is a large mirror above my bed head-very big, and you can see the bedroom door perfectly through it) I was sitting up, and as I caught a glance in the mirror, I saw a small boy standing outside my door, peeking in at us. Of course I swung around quickly, (scaring my boyfriend completely) and there was no one there! I know he was there, I saw him clear as day a small boy perhaps 4 or 5. He was just standing there peering in, nothing bad, nothing threatening, just watching.

Now this for some reason makes me think of my 7th birthday party. I had a pool party at my parent's house, and only girls were invited... All the girls were outside waiting for me to get changed and go open my gifts, I was the only one inside, and as I was walking through the house to meet every one, a shadow appeared on the dining room wall, smaller than mine, (I could see my shadow next to the smaller one). I looked around for someone, saw no one, and kept going, I rarely think about that day much, Its come up a few times in discussion with friends/family/ but I've never thought much of it.

Until now!

After that day, stranger things started happening. I would be in my car driving, and the radio would start going up and down, up and down. Several times I would come home and the telephone would be swinging off the hook. But the one time that sticks with me is only about a month ago.

I had just taken the dry clothes off the clothes line and had taken them into my bedroom to fold. The clothes were all in a basket to my left and my bed was in front of me. As I took a piece of clothing from the basket, I folded it, and put it in a pile on my bed. I was nearing the end of the clothes in the basket, and I pulled out a blue shirt I had forgot I owned. I folded it (thinking to myself how much I missed that blue shirt) I put it onto the pile which was now 5 shirts high. I turned around to grab another shirt from the basket, and when I got back to my bed, all 5 shirts were on the floor near the wall behind me. (A good 2meters away). I stopped, and my heart was racing, I was scared beyond scared, but I just had this feeling it was a game. So I pretended to fold the shirt which was in my hand, I popped that on the bed, and I turned to the basket again (thinking to myself. "Go on... Do it again") but he didn't. I was left standing there like an idiot waiting for him to throw more clothes.

I can feel him around the place all the time, I find myself talking to thin air, trying to "find" him. I'm not scared of him, and I don't want him to leave, I just want to know why he is with me, I have a feeling it was him back on my 7th birthday, and he has just stayed with me.

I have just proof read my story and it sounds like I'm a nutter. I'm not. And your thoughts would be so much appreciated.

Thanks every one.

Nothing happened to me over the passed months until January 10th.

One of my long time dearest friend's (Madison) was getting married. She was proposed to on January 1st 2008 0:00a.m, so you could imagine her surprise, OUR surprise when the guy popped the big question. He didn't even mention to any of us.

It was such a joyous and wonderful occasion. I'm even smiling now as I'm remembering that day. I couldn't be happier for my friends.

They are both living as an "official" couple in an apartment Madison's uncle had given them as an Engagement and Wedding gift (he's loaded). The wedding date is set for 2010.

After a week had passed, Madison had invited me to stay over her apartment to check the place out. Since I was on annual leave when she asked, I accepted the offer without any hesitation and brought my girlfriend along.

The apartment was spectacular. It was like, better than a double storey house. The features, everything, the bathrooms, the bedrooms, the kitchen.

The first two nights at the apartment was great, nothing happened, everything was normal. Until Saturday morning 10th of January between 4-5am. My friend Madi woke up screaming. Since her fiancé had left to stay the night at his parents to redo their bathroom, Madison was all alone in her bedroom, so when she screamed I quickly jolted to her bedroom to see what had happened.

She started to cry, mumbling that she "didn't want to", that she doesn't want it to happen to her. I was comforting her, telling her it was just a nightmare, after a few minutes she got it together and laughed at her stupidity. My girlfriend had woken up and asked what had happened. I explained to her and she was laughing out of sympathy. She decided to sleep with Madison until sunrise. I couldn't go back to sleep. When I wake up, I wake up and that's that. So I turned on the T.V and flicked it to the music channel and had it on low volume, loud enough for me to enjoy it, low enough for it to not disturb anyone. I went into the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea.

While I was stirring my tea, I felt a cool breeze fly by me. I didn't think much of it. The window was open. (But the breeze shouldn't have come from the direction I felt it from, but I didn't care and I wasn't thinking that at the time) I went back to the lounge and the TV had changed channels. I found it odd and went to Madi's room as I thought my girlfriend must have woken up, changed the channel and went to the toilet, but as I opened the bedroom door, both of them were sound asleep. I scratched my head and came to the conclusion that when I had gotten up I changed the channels without realizing.

An hour had passed and everything was normal, until I saw something or someone move across the balcony. I got off the couch and went into attack mode. I was stepping back as I thought that maybe we were going to have an intruder. I went into Madi's bedroom to wake them up but I didn't tell them what I saw, just to wake them up incase there was someone there and the girls would be awake and ready.

I went into the laundry room to get the gun Matt had told me about, if there were to be any "situations". As soon as I had the gun in my hand, I felt weird, (I had never held or used a gun before) I felt powerful and scared at the same time. As I stepped out of the laundry room I heard the girls screaming, I rushed into their bedroom to see some human shadow figure at the bathroom door, of course straight away I shot the gun at it (the bullet went through it) and it "smoked" out. The girls obviously were freaking out and Madison was crying and shaking like crazy, saying that he was the one who ruined the Wedding of Eve.

I asked who "Eve" was, she told me it was the person in her dream (nightmare) she had a few hours ago. My girlfriend and I looked at each other and asked her what happened to Eve at her wedding or what had happen to her wedding.

She told us that in her dream, she saw what "Eve" saw, felt what she felt and tasted and smelt. During the ceremony, Eve saw a man down the aisle with no facial features. She turned to her husband-to-be and his face was decaying, she screamed and everyone at the ceremony had their eyes bleeding and mouths dropping off. The Man flew down the aisle towards Eve and that's when Madi woke up screaming.

Me and my girlfriend were obviously freaked out about the dream she had.

A Day had passed and we forgot about what had happened already. Until Monday 12th of January, It was about 11:00pm and we were still up. (Matt is with us now) While we were watching a movie, we heard plates and utensils falling on the floor in the kitchen, the girls got freaked out as did Matt and I. We both got up, to investigate to see that everything was normal. We told the girls and they wanted out, straight away. I was freaked out too, but I told them that Ghost can't hurt you and that the sounds you hear are just a playback of their life or whatever (I didn't know what I was talking about).

We decided to go to bed. While we were lying down, my girlfriend was lying closer to me then ever before. We started hearing noises, like rumbles and bangs on the wall. My girlfriend whimped, so I put my IPod touch on for music and lighting effects to calm us down. Matt and Madi had come into our room and asked if we heard the rumbling in the walls, we told them yes. So we decided to go into the lounge together. The lights were on and TV was on. The banging and rumbling continued until we heard a "Uuurrhhhhhhhh". My girlfriend screamed out to leave us alone. The T.V switched off and we saw a face. The girls screamed, my heart stopped and we all got up and ran out of the apartment.

We ended up staying at Matt's parent's place, which happened to live only 15 minutes away. Madi, told her uncle about what had happened and he said that he never experienced something like that before.

So what does this mean? I'm lost without words. Why did it happen to us and not her uncle? What was that freaky nightmare all about?

By the way; my friends moved out. The apartment was sold and Madi's uncle bought them another place to live. (Not haunted lol)

Also Matt and I are going back to the apartment to talk to the people who live there now. See if they've experience anything.

Before I begin my story, I will give you guys some information about how I feel while I'm in my room. When I am in there, whether I am home alone or not, I always feel like I'm being watched. If I'm anywhere else in the house, I don't get the feeling. I know it isn't paranoia, because it doesn't go away.

Right now I'm in my room, and I feel as if someone is standing behind me, real close, reading over my shoulder.

Anyway, the other night I was lying in my bed trying to go to sleep, it was around 2 -3 am. I always sleep on my stomach. I felt as if someone placed their hand on my waist. Not hard, like in an angry manner, it felt soft as if whoever did it was just letting me know they were there.

Usually when I am trying to go to sleep, I'm worried because I have that feeling of someone being there, but when I felt the hand on my waist, I felt happy, content and at ease. I don't really know who it was that touched me, as no one close to me has passed recently.

I did go to a psychic, who is my mum's friend a few months ago. She said that my friend Daniel who passed away when I was in year 5 is always around me. She asked me if my lights in my room dim and flicker on and off a lot- how she knows they do is beyond me. When I answered yes she said that is him letting me know he's there.

Do you think it could be him who touched me? Maybe it was him who I saw in the story "Something In My Hallway"

My current girlfriend used to work at a gym in Melbourne, Australia. She had worked there for around 6 months and nothing had ever happened until the gym was doing renovation to make it bigger. The first thing I will mention is that where the gym is located used to be a hospital and psych ward back in the 1800's to early 1900's, this is not bull crap, you could probably look it up.

If you know Melbourne city, then you would also know that there are a lot of underground/below street level shops and malls etc, well the gym also had an underground area but it was not used, it was just empty rooms and hallways as it used to be part of the hospital.

Getting back to my girlfriend, she was part of the manager/sales team, meaning her and the other members of the staff would often stay back quite late after gym hours, usually after 9pm. My girlfriend would tell me how everyone knew that it was an old hospital and psych ward and even the builder's knew as well. Her and her other work mates had sometimes gone into the abandoned areas and often, only going downstairs and past the first couple of rooms before they felt "sick" as my girlfriend put it and have to turn back because they felt uneasy.

I remember my girlfriend explaining this to me while she was working there and I was always saying "you're probably just scared because you know it's a psych ward", then she started telling me that the builder's were asking if her or the other staff had taken their tools as they had gone missing and that this was an ongoing thing between the staff and the builders (the worker's leave most of their tools their overnight as the renovation went for about 3 months). I said to her "the builder's know it's a psych ward, they are probably just playing with you to try and scare you guys", I admit, I probably would've done that if I was one of the builder's.

From here, this is where it gets worse, much worse and I'm actually getting major goosebumps just thinking about what I'm about to type. It was morning when my girlfriend called me from work, about 7am or there abouts and she was crying. I was really worried as she was trying to talk on the phone but her sniffles and crying were blocking out any words she was trying to say, so I just said to her "Do you need me to come pick you up?" She said yes. I left asap and was hoping she wasn't fired, or hoping someone wasn't hurt.

When I arrived I went straight into the reception area but no one was there, I looked around for her but didn't see any staff around or patrons using the gym... I started freaking out really badly. I walked into the gym calling out her name and finally saw her boss (who was also her friend) walking toward me. She told me that they had closed the gym and that the staff were sent home, I found this really strange as this is one of the biggest gyms in Melbourne and they wouldn't close it for something small. I asked her what it was about, and I'll never forget what she said... "I think its best that we leave right now; I have to close the gym."... The way she said it gave me shivers as if something REALLY was wrong.

My immediate reaction was to call my girlfriend... She picked up and said "Where are you?" I told her I was inside her workplace and she freaked out, she told me to "come outside, right now!". As I came outside, I looked around and finally saw my girlfriend about 3 stores down on the corner of the block. I ran over to her as soon as she saw me she just hugged me and cried... I asked her what was going on and she said she'd tell me in the car. We arrived at my car and once we were seated inside she looked at me and said to me, still crying "there's ghost in there"... I found this to be a joke of some sort and laughed and asked her to be serious. She just looked at me and said "no really, there are ghosts in there". I remember starting the car and feeling really weird as I have never really believed in ghosts, as much as I'd like to. Once we were moving she started to calm down and wasn't crying anymore, she continued to tell me about what happened.

What she told me was that, she arrived for work (early) as always and her and her boss were the only ones there, besides the builders. A builder came upstairs and asked them if they had access to the security camera footage as his bucket of tools had been moved to one of the rooms further into the downstairs area and that he had left it in view of the CCTV camera and was hoping to see who the trickster was. My girlfriend said that they went into the security camera office and started looking through the footage of the camera (Here I am getting shivers again typing this). The bucket that the builder had left was pretty much in full view of the camera and she said that it moved on its own. Literally was pushed a few meters out of the view of the camera. The builder made a big fuss and freaked out and went and got the other builder's to pack their stuff and leave.

I did believe my girlfriend there and then but also wanted to see the proof for myself. My girlfriend didn't go back to the gym for about 2 weeks, and the renovations were never finished to my knowledge, at least not while my girlfriend was working there. The weird thing was, whether you believe this story or not, is that the CCTV footage was taken, and no, not by ghosts but by actual people who supposedly worked for the government and as far as I know, what happened at the gym never got out to anyone except for the people who were there.

Has anyone else had any people or government involved in any proof or documents of sightings?

Gun Alley. Home to one of the most famous people in the N.T, who sadly died not long ago. He owned a business there, Gun Alley Gold Mining. It was very successfully, until he died! His wife claims she can feel him, his presence in the business, but I did not believe her at all. So, I decided to investigate.

Down the old dirt track to the old rickety house you might say, like out of a horror movie. The house outside had gold panning trough, water, a stand with axes and saws and all and a few lemon trees. I pushed open the door with the loud creeping sound echoing in the house. His wife come up and greeted me and said "I'm heading down to shops to pick up few groceries, and I'll bet I see you running in... Well, five minutes!" I laughed and went in and sat down to watch the TV. A couple of minutes went past and I heard my stomach grumbling so I decided to get something to eat from the kitchen. I walked around the wall and it was dark, not pitch black, just dark. The only light was from the windows.

I went to the fridge to get a loaf of bread out and I felt someone rubbing there hands on my back, I got up hitting my head on the fridge to turn around and see no one. "Hello..." I called out, "Anyone here". No one answered so I continued to search for my ideal lunch I was meaning to have. When I finished with the kitchen, I went back to the lounge room to find that everything was re-arranged! The seats weren't where they were before and the TV was turned to a different channel. I was starting to get creeped out so I sat down and watched the TV. I heard footsteps, loud footsteps coming here. I shot up and to find that I fell down head first because the chair I was sitting on was floating in mid-air.

At this stage I was ready to run out when all the doors were locked automatically, I went for the windows but they were locked but I took no chance, I smashed one window and climbed out with massive scratch marks all down my side, and a journey I would never forget...

Thanks

My grandad died when my nana was pregnant with my dad in late 1959. He was killed in a car accident when he was hit by a drunk driver, he was 44. As children, my older brother and I were always bought up talking about grandad so whenever he was bought up in conversation it wasn't weird. We would often take nana to the cemetery to put flowers on his grave and when my brother and I were little we used to climb all over his headstone and play around, mum was always horrified by our behavior but nana just used to laugh and say "oh don't worry, Bill would love it."

The first time I 'saw' grandad, or was aware that he was around was when I was a little girl, probably no more than 5 or 6. This was when we still lived in New Zealand, it got really cold in the winter so I would have to sleep in my brothers room during June, the coldest month because his room was warmer. He had two single beds in his room and the bed I slept in looked out onto the landing (upstairs the stairs led to the middle of the landing, on the left was my parent's room and on the right was my brother's) with my head nearest the door. I was scared of the dark so the hallway light downstairs was on and the door was ajar.

I woke up in the middle of the night and looked out the door onto the landing and the staircase. A white light figure of a man walked up the stairs and onto the landing between my brother's room and my parent's room. I don't know how I know but it was like this figure turned and looked into mum and dad's room, then looked into my brother's room then walked straight forward out of my vision and I assume out the side of the house or something. I wasn't scared I just rolled over and went to sleep like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Okay, fast forwarding to when I was 13 nearly 14, we moved to Australia. When we moved to our new home in Australia I was always a little scared as I was convinced that our home was haunted. Mum just used to laugh it off and when a friend of the family who was a medium came through the house mum told me that the medium said she didn't feel anything. For the next couple of years I kept telling my mum that something was up with the house I just didn't know what it was. One night I woke up in the middle of the night and could hear the kettle boiling in the kitchen. When I went into the kitchen I saw that the kettle had been switched on to boil and had been going so long the plastic bottom part that contains the element and the kettle had melted altogether. Mum just ignored it, even though it was a mystery as to who would be boiling the kettle in the middle of the night?

Things started to escalate when I was about 17/18. Mum let it slip to my uncle who was visiting from New Zealand that the medium who had been through the house said that it was my grandad who popped in and out of the house and that he was just checking up on us. Since then mum has admitted it and I have finally understood what was going on so it doesn't scare me anymore. Shortly after this grandad made his presence much more known, but only to me, perhaps because I was the most 'open'.

At first it was weird little things like the ceiling fan turning on or off or the TV turning off. Then it was more obvious things like on dad's birthday I had the day off university so I was making him a ridiculously complicated cheesecake for his birthday. I was standing on one side of the kitchen mixing it all together when the kettle on the other side of the kitchen started boiling behind me. I flicked it off and said something like "Hey grandad, I know your just checking in on dad for his birthday."

In my bedroom the ceiling fan and light is operated with a remote control and when you turn the light off and on it makes a 'CCHH' sound. About 8 months ago I was in a pretty nasty relationship and whenever this man would stay at my house the light would turn off but it wouldn't make a sound. Well not so much the light would turn off, you would just suddenly realise that it was dark, like it was a gradual thing. This happened quite a few times and I recognised it for what it was, I think it was grandad's way of letting me know that he was around and didn't like this man. I should have paid attention ha-ha. This used to happen after we broke up when I would be lying in bed feeling a bit down about everything and for about two months I constantly felt that grandad was around its hard to explain.

During this period of time, I was out with a girlfriend of mine just driving around talking about what had happened. I was pretty devastated. This friend of mine has well; I'm not sure some sort of abilities. She has prophetic dreams and she just knows things and sees spirits. She turned around out of nowhere looked at me in the passenger seat and said "Laura has your grandad been hanging around lately because there is just this incredible feeling of calm coming from all around you today." Maybe he was with me during this difficult time.

Eventually I felt better and noticed that grandad hadn't visited for a while I thought it was pretty strange and I was sitting in the lounge talking to mum about it (I finally made her accept it ha-ha). I was sitting on the couch so I could see the front door in my peripheral vision and dad was outside. As we were talking about it I heard footsteps coming across the wooden veranda and just assumed it was dad because it sounded like dads footsteps and I saw a shadow about dad's height poke his head around the door. I looked at the door expecting to see dad but there was nothing there. I asked mum if she saw or heard anything but she didn't. I went out onto the veranda and dad was at the far end of the yard cleaning the pool. Mum was a bit freaked out and wanted to know what was going so I just said "Oh it just grandad come for a visit I suppose." According to my family members dad is the spitting image of grandad, perhaps this would account for why I thought it was him.

Since then things have settled down a lot. I haven't seen him since except for twice. I started dating again and he was over at my house late one night watching a movie, we were joking around and laughing and the light switched off. I turned it back on and shrugged it off. I know it was grandad letting me know he was here to check out this new man. A couple of nights later the same thing happened again, since then he hasn't been back and that was about a month and a half ago.

I think the grandad I never met is like a guardian angel for my whole family who likes to come back and check up on the son he never got to meet. Perhaps he just communicates through me?

Sorry this was bit long!

This will be my last post on this site. I thought that I should add a few more things so as to validate my last post. There have been many more things happening since I first started feeling something was not right and now that my partner is a target, well that is the final straw, because the ghost or whatever the hell it is has decided to take things to a whole other level; I mean a real psychical one.

Both my partner and I are experiencing bad dreams and on a number of occasions one or both of us woke up with scratches on our bodies (stomach, arms, legs). Lamps, and basic shelf ornaments are constantly being knocked over and things are going missing only to turn up somewhere else later on.

Basically we have had enough; this whole situation has affected our moods (hence me being a bit scratchy in some of my feedback I guess) and lifestyle so much that others have commented on us being irritable and distracted, both at work and in other social situations.

As I said first up, the last straw was not so much the physical activity, more what I have seen to be the complete harassment of my partner in the last week. She has not slept, nor does feel safe anywhere. She claims that a dark figure is following her everywhere, that he can be spotted out of the corner of eye only to disappear when she turns to confront it. She has become silent, pale and considerably worn looking. So I have packed out stuff and we are going to move on, out of the city and into the Mountains, hopefully that will be far enough away.

Thanks for reading my stories.

I've lived in Tasmania all my life I am 22 years old. I moved to Richmond whilst I was pregnant nearly 3 years ago. The home we rented was beautiful sand stone home merely 5 minutes from the old grave yard and old geol. Richmond is known to be incredibly old and apparently 95 percent of places are haunted there including the pub.

On with my story I WAS a total non believer in the paranormal ect. The first few nights we stayed at our new home was fine a little eerie but nothing to serious, then after at least 3 weeks little thing I noticed kind of creeped me out, for example, I put the brush on my dresser near my bedroom door one day and went out for lunch with a friend, when I came back it was on the floor. I didn't take much notice thinking it might have just slipped off. My hair straightner would turn itself on (it melted my sink bench one time) I put it down to an electrical fault, bought a new one, same thing happened.

One day just after my daughter was born I was in her nursery when I could have sworn I heard footsteps like someone walking on wooden floorboards. I turned to see nothing that's when I realized we didn't have floor boards we had carpet so it was impossible to hear what I thought I did, the footsteps seemed to frequent more and more around me and my daughter and on a few occasions id shut my daughters window in her nursery to return a few hours later to find it ajar again. I know it was not my boyfriend as he works nights and what's even more unbelievable is when I shut the window I dead bolted it from the inside.

When my daughter got to 2 years old she started talking a lot to someone I couldn't see. When I asked her about it she would point to thin air asking me "why can't you see mum" looking at me strangely like I was a weirdo. My daughter is still too young to properly explain who she is talking too constantly it makes no sense to me. Her toys get moved from her room into my room but she is fast asleep and hasn't put them there. When I ask she blames her friend who she calls Beth (I'm assuming Elizabeth maybe) the reason I am sharing this is because recently there seems to be something else in our house.

My partner woke 4 weeks ago with a giant bruise on his back, it looked as if he had been hit with a stick or pole, it was not there when we went to sleep and he has no recollection of ever getting it. Things have been falling off my daughters dressers and smashing; nearly all her christening presents are broken or missing. She cannot reach them and the dresser is sturdy and level so how can this be. Also I was doing the dishes a few nights ago when I felt very uneasy and I could smell something foul like manure or something rotten hard to explain. I looked through my window and could see the reflection of a dark stocky looking man standing right behind me, thinking it was my man I turned to be overcome with a feeling of almost like dread, I couldn't move, but no one was there, when I finally snapped out of it I sat on the floor and cried until my man came home, I DO NOT believe this presence is my daughters friend. I didn't feel uneasy with her. But whatever this other presence is I want it out of my house and away from my family... Other things have happened since then but it's too long to write.

Help and advise would be much appreciated.

Thank you,

Natane

This has happened twice, but I will tell you guys the two separate incidents.

The first time happened 5 days ago. I was sitting right here, at my computer in my room.

I will give you a layout of my room. When your standing in the doorway, right in front of you is my bed, to the left is my bookcase, computer desk and TV. On the wall that is right behind the bed, are my two windows.

On Thursday night, around 7 or 8 pm I was sitting here, talking to my friends on MSN and listening to music. Usually at this time my mum comes into my room and fixes up my bed and closes my window. Obviously for her to do that, she has to walk behind me. As I was typing to a friend, I saw a black blur walk/glide really fast behind me. I thought it was my mum, so I paused my music and turned around to talk to her. When I turned around I saw that no one was there. I yelled out to mum, and asked her where she was. She said she was in the kitchen. There is no way that she could have walked behind me, and then somehow got to the kitchen, that fast. I told her what I saw, but she just shrugged it off.

Then, 3 days ago, on Saturday night, this happened again, but this time, the black blur walked behind me again, although this time, it was at around 9-10 pm - mum was asleep. Also, it moved a bit faster.

My mum and I are very close, so the next morning I sat mum down and told her about what I saw again, this time she believed me.

She then told me hen she was my age, she saw spirits and ghosts too. She and I also share a psychic ability, I can sense when something bad is going to happen before it does.

What do you think the black blur is?

I bet you sometimes ask yourself, are ghost real? Have you ever wondered to yourself and asked yourself where is that thing I put down in that spot and now it's gone. I know I put it there, or I know I seen it there. Mysteriously it's gone. Well let me reassure you that, yes, they are real. I asked myself this question many, many times throughout my life and I always thought that maybe they are true or maybe they aren't! The day came that I can now swear to you, cross my heart, believe me it's true that I have experienced a couple of situations that I have now come to realize that Ghosts DO EXSIST on this planet...

I was brought up in a family of seven children, I was the second eldest. Lived our lives on farms in old houses, not rich and not poor either. I used to think I was imagining things throughout my life and wondered if I truly saw the things I thought I saw. I began to doubt my self.

When I was married and had children of my own, we moved into my husband's grandfather's house. His grandmother passed away in the house years and years earlier, and his grandfather passed away in hospital. We moved into the house, I was cooking dinner one night in the kitchen and out of the corner of my eye I saw two ghostly figures gliding past the kitchen door, it looked like they were holding hands, but that was what I saw out of the corner of my eyes. I looked in at the door and I walked out and looked around to where I had seen them, I walked out to where they had gone and I couldn't see anything, my husband was in the lounge room and that was where the ghost had came from, I asked him "did you see that?" he replied with "what?"

I told him what I had seen and he just looked at me. I thought to myself if this were real and I truly did see this then it must be grandma and grandfather and at least they are together now. I was not spooked but it answered my questions, ghosts are true. Strange things happened in this house, we heard things, we came home to the microwave being on one afternoon, there was nothing in the microwave, it was turned off but it was going. I called out to my husband and we both stood there looking at it trying to figure out what the heck was happening. We looked at each other and thought "unplug the damn thing". That is what we did.

Sometimes we woke in the mornings and the fridge was opened and at night when we went to bed we would hear footsteps across the floor, my husband woke one night and said he saw his grandfather standing at the fireplace, I used to sometimes lay in bed and think I seen something and felt the presence of something in the room but I just chose to ignore it and believe to myself it wasn't going to hurt me...

This is so true and I have chills down my spine. Believe me. This is the first time I have ever shared these stories. But as I have learned to live with these ghosts I always believed that they will not hurt you and that they just want to share this world with us.

Accept it and let them live. We can't get rid of them and they don't want to hurt us. We will all be ghosts at some time.

The first ghost I saw was when I was about 4 years old. It was a glowing white man that sat on my wardrobe staring down at me with a blank scare.

I would have really bad nightmares if I slept with the lights off. The dreams would be of me dying, or being poked sharply in the ribs while someone was laughing scarily. In the dream if I tried to turn on a light it wouldn't work and I couldn't talk in the nightmares, anyway, enough about them.

I was too scared to sleep with the lights off because when I woke up there would be a ghost standing there looking at me. Sometimes it would take the form of different people. Once I woke up and a ghost that looked like my dad was sitting on the end of my bed looking at me, but it was white and grey, and sort of shone like a soft light.

Other times it appeared it looked liked people I didn't know, once it was a man in a robe.

One time I got so scared I slept with my mum, and I had a nightmare and woke up and a ghost of my mum was standing there staring at me, so I woke up my mum and the ghost disappeared.

I was too scared to sleep without lights on until I was about 15 years old, because it would always be there.

I am 21 now and every now and then it will appear in the middle of the night, but now it doesn't shine and it fades away after about 5 seconds. It has sort of stopped as I have gotten older, but when I see it now I tell it to please go away and I don't see it often anymore.

If I tell anyone what I've seen they think I lie but I hope you guys are interested in what I've seen.

Ghostly Experience at Funeral

I'm 44 years old and my paranormal experience spans over 41 years. There is so much for me to write and truly by the time I'm finished writing I'd probably have forgotten just as much all of this is true and I will tell you as best as I can remember.

My first experience was when I was 3 years old I was at my grandfather's funeral. He died in 1968 I remember not really understanding what was going on and I found myself standing alone at the back of the gathered mourners, I remember seeing what I would describe as a very short dark person or child he was running very quick, probably about 25 meters away from me. He stopped all of a sudden behind a headstone.

What happened next did frighten me; he tilted his head from behind the tombstone and looked straight at me. I remember crying and running to my mother, that was my first ghostly experience, I won't forget that one.

Guardian Angel

When I was about 7 years old I remember going to bed about 8 pm and like most children I slept with the light on. I shared the room with my two brothers and that would explain why my bed was directly under the light. I remember laying flat on my back my face was now in align with the light when suddenly I felt these hands come under my armpits and pick me straight up very urgently, my legs were still flat my top half was upright. Then about 3 seconds later, the light bulb exploded and landed exactly where my face previously was. I don't know who that was but it was the first of quite a few times I cheated death or serious harm.

Holy Ghost

I think those who have felt the presence of the Holy Ghost will know what I'm talking about here. It happened only once in my life, I was about 16 and I guess my faith was at its highest point. I'd just finished reading scripture and was spiritually reaching out when I felt a most wonderful spiritual uplift, hard to explain, I remember years later just after I lost my father, my mother who was not practicing religion was very depressed.

She explained a similar experience, one night when she felt like giving up, some type of spiritual entity reassured her and made her feel better. Over the years I have questioned my beliefs and at 30 years old went into denial and became a skeptic. I know some of you are looking for answers, I don't proclaim to have them, but its interesting mum and me having a similar experience with different beliefs.

First I should allow you to know that I know my room by every inch. As it's so small I know every shadow every shape that I can see in my room.

The first experience I want to tell you about happened late last night around 11.30pm. I was lying in bed watching my TV when I noticed a movement at the corner of my eye

Near my door. It looked like the outline of a small child jumping up and down like it was excited. At first I thought it was my imagination so I continued to watch the show I was watching. Just after I turned my TV off, I turned onto my right side and suddenly felt scared. Though I could not see anything I felt like there was somebody watching me sleep. As quickly as the feeling came it was gone. The next experience I want to tell you about happened about 2 months ago.

I had just finished work and was going to meet my father, when I noticed to children sitting in the car waving at me. I didn't question it straight away as I had my two younger cousins staying over the night before so I just thought they had come along for the drive to pick me up. When I got in the car they were still playing around with each other. I turned around to ask them when there mum was going to pick them up. That's when I realized they weren't in the car! Dad asked what I was going to say and I just said nothing. I don't understand how they were there one minute and gone the next. I asked mum what time my cousins had left and she said half an hour after I had started work.

I need some answers. Is there a reason they are coming to me in forms of children? I haven't been pregnant or had any children so I'm just a bit confused. Please don't tell me to speak to god or seek gods help as that's not the kind of help I'm after. I just need to understand if there is a reason they appear to me in the form of children and if they died as a child why are they targeting me?

Hello my name is Dom and I live in Australia. I have had a scary paranormal experience, this is which I would like to share with you so I can understand what this was a demon or a ghost, or any unholy thing not from this world. No harm came to me but it was interesting and freaky.

It was a late night and I was quite worried about going to bed since sleeping at night it a sort of fear I have. I had been into ghosts and demons but I had never seen one. As I was dozing off something shouted right into my ear, it sounded like someone shouted HEY!. My heart started pumping and I was quite worried about what just happened. After 5 minutes I started to doze of again and then again in my ear sounded like a bomb going of. By this stage I was scared of going back to sleep since the shouting might come back. I sat in my bed and suddenly my lamp turned off, (I always sleep with my lamp on). After that my lamp turned back on and then of again very fast about 5 times before it stopped. My lamp was luckily on, my heart was thumping so hard, I was so scared that I ran to my mum and woke her up. Nothing happened again, and I'm looking for answers.

My house has 3 crucifixes and I have a guardian angel and small statue of Mary on the bench next to my bed. For that is the reason I believe this is not a demon. My house is brand new built by us so I do not think anyone died on our property. The only weird thing is that one day when I was in the mirror staring at my eyes I noticed a white glow around me with a blank white head next to mine. I studied this of the internet to be my aura but not sure what the other head was. If anyone knew what the thing was or the head next to mine is can you please comment, thank you for listening.

I am desperate for answers, I hope someone out there can give me some feedback on their thoughts of my event. This is the first time I have visited a site like this as I have been trying to find a similar story or some photos perhaps. Here's what happened:

A couple of nights ago my mother and I were alone talking in my lounge room. She was on the couch which is seated against a white colored wall. I was sitting opposite her and, as I was listening to her, I kept noticing a dark smoky ribbon-like shadow moving across the wall from the center of the wall to the left. This happened several times, until I asked my mum to come and sit next to me and watch the wall, as stupid as it sounds she did as I suggested. We both sat next to each other watching the wall and I wasn't crazy after all, she too saw this shadow moving across the wall. It then began moving across the entire length of the wall, then later in the opposite direction (from left to right). This continued to happen over a 2 1/2 hours period, with the shadow changing direction, speed and shape. Sometimes it seemed like a crescent / moon shape. Other times it looked like a closed hand turned to the side. The other thing is that occasionally we would smell some sort of strange, off-putting smell around us, then the smell would just disappear. I was terrified and frozen and began to cry, my mum was assuring me that it wasn't a bad thing and that I shouldn't be scared. I then asked her why it wouldn't go away / stop, considering how freaked out I was getting. (No I was not drinking and not on drugs).

Are my mother and I just both mad? Anyone with a similar story or information I would so appreciate hearing from you.

I will share some of my background with the paranormal. My family including me have a 6th sense and always have. I know of 8 ghosts at the moment that I have contact with. I am only 16 and know already most of the basics to ghost hunt. Now to the real story:

I moved into my house about 1 year ago, and as soon as I set foot in the house I explained to mum these words exactly: "there is a little girl in our house, ghost, black hair, radiant green eyes, drowned" mum looked at me strangely and walked into the bedroom. My mum is kind of skeptical and didn't believe me until weird things started happening.

The lights flickered on and off as soon as I say hello in the morning. And I always see something out the corner of my eye. I have contact with this ghost who goes by the name of 'shirley' every now and again.

She's like my evil twin, she does things, like walks like me. I've read the stories about the ghosts that pretend to other people but I'm not sure.

One time when I first tried to talk to her she got angry, she knocked over my bookshelf and kept running in circles around me and making me dizzy. I fainted and passed out. She's always watching me and it's really annoying because I can never have "me time" and I'm always feeling scared, then mum bans me from watching ghost whisperer and things like that. I tried to send her away but she gets angry even more. Please help.

Any comments would be appreciated for reading :)

I'm 14 and have had one strange experience when visiting a friend Avondale, north of Bundaberg, Qld.

My father's friend bought an old cattle farm outside the main urban centre, about 30kms. This place had served as a stopover area for stockman on the cattle route from Bundaberg to Mt. Perry. The place is about 110 years old and has an eerie feel about the place.

When I was up with the family about 11pm they told me to go have a look and the old stock pens in the gully below the homestead. I decided to go. When getting closer I felt a chilling spike go down my body, I ignored it for the cold night and continued. On arrival I saw an old caravan and lots of what looked like cow bones. When turning back, figuring I'd had enough, I saw a man in a slouch hat and baggy pants walking the other way across the creek crossing. He turned and looked around at me and tipped his hat and vanished.

I was so intrigued and ran back to the homestead and told everyone. My father's friend's father said he'd saw the same man a couple of weeks back when clearing the gully. He said he did the tipping of the hat as well. I know it was long but very interesting for me as it was my first time. Thanks for reading.