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Ouija Board
Submitted by Erin M. 8/27/05
My best friends Jordan, and Anthony and I had just finished watching The Exorcist in Jordan's trailer, we were vacationing in North Eastern Michigan, 2 minutes away from a great lake. We were kinda creeped, but not much. So,
Jordan got out her Ouija Board. We all have one and it's my most treasured possession. We all knew that The Exorcist is a true story, and we wanted to find out if Captain Howdy was true, or just a Hollywood name. We decided to contact Captain Howdy. Was not a good idea. As soon as it happened, the trailer’s cupboards shook and there was the faint smell of rotting flesh,vomit, and roses. We asked him to stop, but he continued. Then the whole trailer went black, and it was around 2 in the afternoon with lots of windows. We couldn't see anything. Next I started feeling a strong presence, an evil presence. The trailer started to shake, like a tornado was there. But we couldn't scream, we couldn't move. Then the lights came back on. But everything continued to shake. We heard noises, first moans, then screams, then laughter of little children. After that everything stopped. But we still could not move. Before our eyes, the ouija board started moving on its own it said, 'N-E-V-E-R- U-S-E- T-H-I-S- B-O-A-R-D- A-G-A-I-N.
And we didn't. We ran to the lake and threw it in the water. It washed ashore, we found it, but didn't dare go near it. We don't contact anyone we don't want to know anymore!
After My Great Grandmother Died
Submitted by Holly 1/3/03
One night my family were all at
my great grandma's house and everyone was sleeping until we herd her get up. My
mother ran outside her door to see what she heard and found my grandma dead on
the floor. A couple of days later we came back to her house from the funeral and
me, my dad, and my brother, Ben, were talking. My grandma always use to open the
front door just a little bit to get in, just enough for her. When we were
standing there talking the door opened just that little bit and then slammed. It
wasn't the wind because there was no wind outside and no one else was outside. About
three minutes later it opened the same amount and slammed shut. We think it is
because she left something behind, but you never know.
Best Friend
Submitted by Samantha 10/19/02
A few months after my best friend
Derrick died I was in my room getting ready to go to sleep. I turned around and I
saw someone standing there. I turned my head and I looked back and he was still
standing there. I turned around and I looked back and he was gone (I was home
alone that night). Later on that night I couldn't fall asleep, so I laid n bed,
& I heard someone say my name. The voice was my friend. I heard it a few
more times after that and he makes it known most of the time when he is here with
me.
During summer of this year, me and my friend had just pulled out of her
driveway and this white mustang was on our side of the road. We did a 180 &
hit the ditch & I looked in her back seat and saw Derrick. We almost rolled
her car, and if we didn't move we would have been hit. The other car was going about
70 and if he would have hit us we would have been hurt or killed...but when I
saw Derrick, he was looking at me, like he was there to help me.
The Dream
Submitted by Randy Schmalgemeier 5/2/002
My Grandmother had a stroke two
Christmases ago and she has never been the same. When I came home from the
Military, we moved her in with my mom and me and I had to watch her for three
months while she was at work. She would always complain about everything because
she wasn't able to do anything for her self, being almost completely paralyzed
on her left side. And whenever she was really upset, she would always say,
"Oh, things would be different if Opa were still here!" My grandfather
had passed away in '95 from lung cancer. Anyway, one night my mother and
grandmother were arguing hardcore and my mother was crying because she thought
we were doing an excellent job of taking care of her and she wasn't appreciative
of it. So I had enough. I'm not at all religious but I felt it couldn't hurt. I
went over to an old 1940's war picture of my grandfather and knelt down and
prayed. I asked, "Please, Opa, please comfort Oma, she is really upset and
misses you terribly, We really need your help. Please, if there's any possible
way, appear to Oma anyway that you can and comfort her." The argument
finally died down and everybody went to sleep. The next morning I took my
grandmother out of bed and dressed her and we watched some TV. I had already
forgotten about praying the previous night. She then turned to me and told me
that she last night she dreamed she was walking around outside in front of a
church. She said it must have been fall because the leaves were brown and
falling all over. She looked over at a tree and my grandfather stepped out from
behind it. He looked healthy and as handsome as he did in his prime. He was
wearing his favorite brown suit and brown dress shoes. He then simply smiled at
her and took her into his arms. She said that was when the dream ended. After
she told me this, I was speechless. Needless to say, I was freaked. I just
looked up at the celing and back at the war picture and said, "Thanks, Opa."
Untitled
Submitted by G.C. Mahoney 8/11/00
My mother and I shared a bedroom because my
parents had divorced and she let rooms in our house to make her living.
The room had been my grandmothers prior to that, and she had died of a stroke
when I was about eleven ( in that room).
The house was next to the road having only
a narrow front garden, and the street lights shone into the room ( which was
on the ground floor) brightly. I had been asleep and as of the first experience
was awakened by a strange noise. I lay with my eyes closed too afraid to open
them for some time. In fact I hid under the covers until the heat became
too unbearable. Still the noise persisted. Thinking it was
probably something ordinary I braced myself to throw down the covers.
The sound was a sort of squeaking noise as from a
door hinge eeeoo then closing ooeee (if
that makes any sense). Simple you'd think, that is what it was 'a
door hinge'. I thought that too. So I thrust the covers off and sprang
my eyes open and faced the source of the sound. It was my mother
wardrobe in the alcove by the old fireplace, I saw one of its two doors open
eeoo! then close again ooeee. The noise was created by a device which
opened and folded like a human arm made of metal and designed to hold the door
open for use of the mirror therein. The door continued its open
shutting routine, pointlessly. I said out loud 'Mum what are you
doing?' though I could not see her there I presumed she must be there.
It must be mentioned that I could see as well in that room than as if there
were a twelve watt light bulb on. No answer came, I repeated my
question, then became afraid when again no answer. My mother slept
behind a vanity screen giving us something amounting to separate bedrooms.
I began calling for her 'Mum! Mum! wake up!', but she didn't I could hear the
click she made in her throat as she slept.
I was terrified I couldn't make any sense
of what was going on and didn't know where it was going to end. On and
on the door did its routine, with me calling mum mum. Then suddenly she
woke up, saying 'what's the matter! what's the matter?'
She could sense the urgency in my calls. She
sprang out of bed and flicked the light switch on. The door stopped, stood
open. 'Whatever is the matter?' she asked.
Looking worried I said, 'Your wardrobe door has
been opening and shutting on its own and I couldn't wake you up'.
She went to the wardrobe and looked at it, she said she had heard something
like a squeaking noise, she was baffled. she could not understand how the door
was open she kept important paperwork in the top of the wardrobe and valuable
jewelry and had never failed to lock it but there it stood wide open. She
checked to make sure all was in place, locked the door and went back to bed
again. But she was very mystified as to the cause of the noise and what
I had told her.
The Wizened Monk
Submitted by G.C. Mahoney 8/7/00
When I was about thirteen years old my family
(mother, brother, and mothers man friend) all took a holiday in the Lizard Peninsula
Cornwall- England. It was difficult to locate the single story stone cottage
which we had rented, it was sited on moorland with distant sea views. There had
been a French door added at the back of the house and that room had been made
into a bedroom, which my mother and I shared. Their house had no electricity but
a gas lamp was lowered from the ceiling and lit by hand. The garden was
outstanding- full of flowers and very well kept which was odd for somewhere so
out of the way.
It was about the third night of our stay when as dawn arrived I was awakened by
a quite loud rattling noise, The light shone in onto my face as we had not
closed the curtains. It took me a minute for me to decide to open my eyes, but when I did I was shocked to see a wizened
old man in long ragged clothes who was desperately trying to open the door. He
had a thin wispy grey beard to his waist and equally long thin grey hair. He was
small and thin and his expression was frantic. In his left hand he held a long
shepherds crook. Even though I was looking straight at him and he was staring
straight back at me he seemed undeterred. All the time this was going on I tried
to wake my mother who was sharing a double bed beside me, she would not come
round despite my shaking her ( she was a very light sleeper). Still the old man
struggled with the door.
Suddenly my mother came too, and as she did he disappeared into thin air. This
was not the end of the story however, there was also the mysterious disappearance
of the lovely brick red cardigan my aunt had knitted for me, which I had taken
on holiday and hung on the bedpost never to be seen again. This occurred in
about 1959, my family now lives in Cornwall and we have set out to find the
cottage but never found it.
Dinnertime
Submitted by Shandorh (received from Bill) 2/23/00
This is
the story of a young woman who identified ghosts that lived in a friend's house. Her husband took her there because she claims that she can see ghosts and he
doesn't believe in any of it. A friend of his told him that his house was
supposed to be haunted and he had done research about the supposed ghosts
that lived there. So the young man took his wife to the house for an "innocent dinner"
and didn't tell her anything about the haunting. After about 15 minutes,
she told him they had to leave because these two ghosts were watching them
and freaking her out. She described them and what they were wearing, and her
description matched the research the homeowner had done exactly.
Guardian Angels
Submitted by Lester Thongwood 2/15/00
One night, my baby cousin (1 or 2 years old) woke in the middle
of the night and was screaming and crying. Her mother came into
the room and asked her what happened. She had said that there
were two people, a man and woman, standing in the corner smiling
at her. It wasn't a big deal because kids have a wild imagination,
so she was told everything was okay and went back to sleep. Some
time later, her mother had brought out a photo album. They
started flipping through it and was looking at pictures of the
girls father and grandmother who have since passed away. When the
girl saw the pictures (with no idea who they were) she was able
to point them out (the father and her grandmother) and say that
THEY were the people looking at her and smiling that one night.
This 1-2 year old girl was able to identify the two images
without question as the people she saw smiling at her in her
bedroom... her late father and grandmother.
Grave Robbers
Submitted by RYBENN 9/11/99
My mother grew up not too far from a seminary that was built on
Indian territory. One day as a child, she and my uncle went
exploring the woods in which it was built. While they were there,
they stumbled upon some bone fragments which they brought home.
My grandmother freaked out, threw the bones in a box and left
them on the curb for the trash man. That night my mother awoke in
bed to see the silhouette of a man at the end of her bed. The
outline started glowing and as it did, the illuminated numbers on
her alarm clock grew faint. When the apparition reached its full
intensity, she passed out, awakening the next morning to find her
foam rubber pillow shredded to pieces. She never told a soul
about this experience until some thirty years later. As she told
my uncle this story for the first time, he was able to complete
every sentence of it. For on that same night, the exact same
thing had happened to him!
Tapes of the Past
Submitted anonymously 2/22/99
A few years ago, a friend at was my house. It was cold outside
and we didn't want to go anywhere, so we stayed at home. We
started playing video games. Our favorite game that both of us
could play was Killer Instinct. At the time, we also had a video
camera. As bored as we were, we decided to video tape us playing
the video games. It was dark outside and at the angle that we
were playing in, we decided to turn all the lights off and use
the television lights illuminate us for the video taping. We set
the video camera on a tripod and started rolling. From the angle
that the tape was pointing, it could catch us playing the games
and it also had the background as it was illuminated by the
television screen. After about fifteen minutes of taping, we
stopped the tape to see what we got. We put the camcorder tape
into its adapter and put it in the VCR. We rewound it and saw
what we got. For the first five minutes, we were just laughing at
our reactions. After the initial laughing, we calmed down and
just kept watching. As we were watching, I noticed something
familiar behind us on the tape. It appeared to be these white
floating clouds behind us as we were playing the tape. They moved
around behind us on the tape and it never seemed to quit for what
seemed like hours. I started to freak out at what I was seeing,
or perhaps, it was because I didn't know what I was seeing that
was freaking me. Out of nowhere, my friend then tells me to
rewind a few second of the tape. I did and we watched it again.
As it turned out, he was seeing it, too! We both started to
speculate on what it was we were seeing. The only reasonable idea
we came up with was perhaps it was the residue of what was on the
tape before we started taping, but to this day, we don't know
what it was or is.
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