February 2009

Bedroom Creeps

Luna, NY, USA

   I am not a believer of paranormal phenomena but I have now reconsidered the possibilities of ghosts and spirits in our world.

   This happened only 2 weeks ago on February 7. It was a Saturday. I was in my room reading a novel when all of a sudden my lights shut off. I know this may sound like something in a horror movie but it's 100% true. Anyways, my lights shut off and I'm stuck in the dark. I put my book down and got up from my bed. I slowly made my way around the edge of the bed and fumbled for the light switch. My hand was on it and as I was about to switch the light back on, I felt someone else's hand over mine. It was cold like ice. I quickly withdrew my hand and stood there for a few moments. I tried to think of a logical explanation but then I heard knocking on my door.

   At first I thought it was my younger brother but then I heard a raspy voice call out my name. Instantly, the hairs at the back of my neck stood up. I heard the voice at the other side of the door get closer and closer. The voice was also starting to get louder and louder.

   I called for my mother but I guess she didn't hear me. The voice changed slowly and became demonic. I was terrified and didn't know what to do. The voice then stopped and the lights came back on. For a second I thought I saw a gray mist in front of me for a split second. It went away.

   This is my first encounter with the paranormal. You can either believe me or not but I am being honest with you. I sometimes wonder if this might ever happen to me again. Let's hope not.

Home Alone

Anon, NSW, Australia

   Me, my sister and my parents had just moved into this huge old house. We had just been there for two weeks until the 27th of August 2008 when my mother and father had left me and my sister for a week in this huge house to go and celebrate their 21 years anniversary in Fiji.

   The first four nights we spent alone was great and normal until the fifth night at 5am in the morning when we started to hear the light switch continuously turn on and off. We were too scared to get out of bed and check it out, so my sister Jina whom is 3 years younger than me started to cry until I got up and slept with her in her bed. I screamed out "Who’s there!" Fortunately the noise began to fade and suddenly came to a complete stop. The next morning we woke up as usual and didn’t take things too seriously. On the sixth night I woke up to get a cup of water as I usually do. As I approached the fridge and I poured water into a glass cup to drink and suddenly I saw the lights turn on and off again. I dropped the glass cup of water and it broke. So I ran to my room and jumped into my sister’s bed and she was there crying and screaming as she also heard the lights turn on and off and she also heard glass break which was my glass of water. When the lights stopped we started to hear footprints which became louder and louder leading to our room. We ignored it until the next morning my sister and I got up to clean the glass and saw footprints of a toddler which lead from the main door to our room and also the glass cup was not on the floor nor broken. We also noticed that the toddler’s footprints led to the room upstairs which was once made up for a child whom died in a miscarriage. Now tell me why would there be toddler’s footprints if only my sister and I were home alone. Please explain.

My Father's Farewell

Anon, NY, USA

   Subsequent to moving to Myrtle Beach, my father passed away.  I went back to Brighton for his funeral; I stayed with my mother during that time.  On the second day, while sitting at the kitchen table with my mother and deep in thought, I heard the outer porch door open and close, the cat was on the table staring out the window onto the porch and watching whoever just came in.  I told my mother that my brother just got here and she asked me how I knew. I told her I just heard the door open and close. She said she heard nothing and I said even the cat saw him. There was no one there.  Later, while standing on the porch and just staring into the reflections on the outside window I saw a reflection of my father standing behind me and waving as if to say goodbye.  I stared thinking my eyes were playing tricks and being so grief-stricken I waved to him.  He dropped his arm to his side and with one motion turned and walked toward the kitchen. I then heard the cat hiss from the table. What happened? Was I so grief-stricken that my mind saw him or was he there to say goodbye???  I could only pray that someone can make a logical explanation of what happened.

Coronet Bay

Steph, Victoria, Australia

   Every year in January my family and I go away for 2 weeks to the same small beach town of Coronet Bay on the coast of Melbourne.

   Every year we rent a beach house for the duration of our stay, a different house each time. Last year we had chosen a rather large, old-fashioned style house with the kitchen, dining area, lounge area and master bedroom all downstairs, leaving the upstairs as a rather wide open space with walls sitting at peculiar angles to create privacy. Since my younger brother and I were both allowed to bring a friend with us for the holiday, there was a minor argument over who slept where. Eventually we decided that my brother and his friend, Matt, would sleep in the area closest to the bathroom, while myself and my friend, Holly, would sleep next to the balcony, which suited us fine.

   That evening, after we had settled in a bit, I went to the master bedroom to say goodnight to my mother, who was already in bed. As I sat talking to her I was faintly aware that I could see a reflection in the mirror on the wall. When I looked up, I thought I saw the reflection of an elderly woman; however she disappeared a second later. I mentioned something about it to my mum, and she said that she thought she had seen something similar in the lounge earlier.

   The next few days were fairly peaceful. We would occasionally hear random knocking from the area that Holly and I slept in, and Holly swears she heard a cat purring, however that was all. It was the day that my aunt and uncle came to join us that things started to get a crazy.

   As it was a beach holiday, we were all downstairs lathering up the sunscreen and getting ready to go to the beach. Holly and I had iPod speakers upstairs constantly playing music, so Holly raced up the stairs and turned them off. By the time she had reached the bottom of the staircase, the music had started again. Assuming that she had just hit the wrong button, Holly returned upstairs and turned it off again, this time making sure if was defiantly off. However when she began to descend the stairs again, the music resumed playing. Feeling a little panicky and annoyed, Holly pulled the plug out from the wall, determined to make it stop. When she was only a few feet away, the music began playing again! Freaking out completely, she grabbed the speakers and hid them in the cupboard. Thankfully, the music stopped.

   Later on that afternoon, after my aunt and uncle had arrived, everyone decided to go for a walk along the beach. Holly and I, however, decided to stay at the house. We began to move some of the furniture around so it was easier to get out the door to the balcony, when something really quite creepy happened. At the this point, I should probably point out that what appeared to be the ceiling from downstairs was also the floor from upstairs; meaning that there was only one layer of floorboards. At the bottom of the staircase were two large wooden columns, which reached to the upstairs ceiling. Around these poles was a small gap in the floor boards, so we could see downstairs clearly. As Holly tried to pull a couch towards her, she managed to fall over. As I stood laughing at her, Holly was staring intently at the gap in the floorboards. After asking her what it was, she replied that someone was downstairs.

   Freaking out a bit, we both slowly made our way down the stairs, however nobody was there. Holly pointed out where she had seen the person standing, but she couldn’t make out if it was male or female or how old they were; it had moved way too fast. After calming ourselves down a bit, we sat at the table to play cards. A sudden thump from upstairs stopped us, and as I turned to look at the stairs I saw a face floating in midair. It was a round, rather fat face that could have belonged to a man or a woman, with a revolting smile smeared across its greedy face. It was only there for a second, but it is an image I will never forget. However later on, Holly confessed that she had not seen the face.

   Later on in the evening, my mum came upstairs to ask Holly and I if we had seen the salt shaker. We both said that we hadn’t, and upon asking why, mum explained that it had just vanished. Shrugging it off, we all went downstairs for dinner. After we had finished eating, we all sat around the table talking for quite a while. In the middle of this, Holly got up to get a glass of water. When she sat back down at the table, she asked if we could go upstairs. Seeing the distressed look on her face, we both excused ourselves to go to bed. When we were upstairs, Holly explained that she had gotten herself a drink, placed the glass on the side of the sink and tuned to walk back to the table. However when she turned around, she felt something furry move from under her foot and run away, followed by a faint hissing, as if she had stood on a cat’s tail.

   Not even 10 minutes later, I was in the small bathroom next to the stairs brushing my teeth. All of a sudden, the room became very cold. The door thudded lightly, as if a gust of wind had moved it; however I knew that all the windows were shut. My heart began to beat faster and I refused to look up at the mirror, as at that moment I could feel someone behind me. This was more than just sensing it; I knew that someone was standing there, breathing down my neck.

   I flung open the door the raced over to tell Holly what had happened, and found her standing on the balcony. When I approached her, she quickly told me to be quiet, and to look over at the trees in the corner of the front yard. I did as I was told, and looked just in time to see a flutter of what looked like blue fabric disappeared around a tree. When I told Holly this, she said that seconds before that a young woman had been standing next to the tree, wearing a long blue dress.

   Needless to say, we had a difficult time getting to sleep that night. We were incapable of talking about anything else, and both refused to admit to each other (or ourselves) that we were scared.  Finally I began to fall asleep, when Holly quickly grabbed my arm and asked if I had heard that. When I asked her what she was talking about she told me to shut up and listen. We both sat in our bed and listened intently. I was about to tell her that I couldn’t hear anything when suddenly the faint sound of a cat’s purring greeted my ears. The purring became louder and louder, followed by the sound of claws scratching against the side of the couch (which we had pulled out into a bed). We both screamed and raced down the stairs, to find my aunt, uncle and parents still sitting at the table. When we told them what happened, mum followed us back upstairs to try and find the ‘ghost cat’. However by the time we got back there, it was gone.

   The next morning Holly and I woke up at the same time, and Holly rolled over just in time to see a Siamese cat jump from the arm of the second couch and disappear before it hit the floor. When we told my mother about this, she said that she had seen the same cat earlier in the back garden.

   My aunt and uncle left later on, and from that moment onwards nothing overly strange seemed to happen. The salt shaker, which at this point had been missing for about 3 days, turned up under a cushion in the downstairs couch, which we had searched over and over. Nothing seemed to happen to either Holly or I again, except for the occasional random knocking in the bathroom. My mum later saw the cat another time, and on the day we left saw a man walk across the back garden and then disappear. To this day, my aunt and uncle claim that they saw and felt nothing, and honestly believe that Holly and I were making up stories.

My Grandma

Brianna, Montana, USA

    This isn't really my story, it actually my moms.

   Ok it all started after about 10 months after my grandma past away of organ failure. My mom hasn't always been that close to my grandma, they were just plain mother and daughter that sometime get into little fights. Anyway my mom was laying in bed one night when all of a sudden my mom was seeing a light floating down the hall way. Just to let you know the layout of the house, when you come into the front door you’re in the kitchen, as you walk about 5 more feet and turn to your left and walk about 5 more feet and you’re in the living room. As you are standing there, there’s the hall way to all our bedrooms. And my mom’s is the last bedroom to your right.

   Anyway when we sleep we have to have lights out. So it’s pretty much pitch back in our house. So there was mom just laying she wasn't getting any sleep, she was mourning her mother. Then all of a sudden the hallway lights up, and as she looks there’s this little ball of light that is floating down our hallway and as it floats, it ends just outside the doorway of my mom’s room.  She wasn't scared it had felt comforting and she said it was like a little voice came out saying that she was alright and not to worry any more. After that my mom fell asleep very easily. Later that morning my mom told what she seen, I told her when I was sleeping all of a sudden I woke up and I saw a little blue light kind glowing under my door. I thought it was my mom getting something in the living room, so I didn't think much of it and went back to sleep. But when my mom heard the voice it sounded just like my grandma.

Faces in the Window

Tanya, NE, USA

   This experience happened to me at my old house, whether you believe me or not is up to you but it is true.

   When I was about five my family moved into a town house with a two story shed in the back yard. The house itself looks entirely normal, that is until night.
The most terrifying thing that happened there would have to be when my friends and I were playing outside in front of the shed it was about 10:00 at night.  My friends and I were riding our bikes around in front of the shed when we heard the door slam (which was odd for we always close and lock the door) I got off my bike and went to check the door.

   Sure enough it was closed and locked (we thought nothing of it) so I got back on my bike and we continued to ride around about five minutes later the door was open (it wasn’t cracked but wide open) I started to get really scared so my older sis went and closed the door.  When she did that we herd banging on the inside like someone climbing the stairs.

At that point my friends dismissed it and wet back to riding around. I heard a second slam at the top of the stairs. Then the lights turned on and when you looked up at the windows to the barn I saw two milky white faces surround in a fog like mist looking down at us smiling. My friends saw the faces, they got so scared that they just turned tail and rode their bikes home. I asked my mom about this and she told me that an old couple used to own this property, and that the husband shot his wife and hung himself in the shed. Even to this day I am very edgy when I have to go into the shed, and I will never go up to the second floor without someone with me.