In Livermore, Maine USA, there is a beautiful house that is nice looking, but deep down is pretty old. This is my grandparents house.
This house has been known to be haunted for at least 2 decades. When my grandparent moved to this house in the early to mid-seventies, back when my father and my two aunts were young, my grandmother told me she met the previous owners that sold the house to them. She said the former owners were a older man and a woman. My grandmother was curious why the couple wanted to leave the house so badly. The husband replied with a peculiar answer.
"My wife can't handle living in the house. Strange things have happened that frightened her a lot and she nearly begged me to sell the house."
Later on my grandmother knew what the man meant. Over vacations my grandparents, father, and aunts returned home to see the name "Toni" written on the kitchen table, one of my aunt's bed made, ( at the time one of my aunts was a slob and never cleaned her room or made her bed) and my oldest aunt's hair ribbons strewn on the stairs. (When all the doors were found locked and no windows were broken.) Also cameras take pictures by themselves, electronics turn on and off, shadowy figures are seen at the corner of your eye, ghostly photographs, and muffled voices, and of course, "The White Lady."
The White Lady is a white apparition that my older twin cousins saw when they were about toddlers. I believe I have seen her too. A year ago in October 2008.
Here is my experience...
In October 2008, I spent a night or two at my grandparents house overnight. I was having family problems from the past and I wasn't very close with my grandparents at the time. I was kinda scared of sleeping alone because of the many stories I heard. So, my grandfather offered to sleep in the guest room while me and my grandmother slept in a big bed in the master bedroom.
When I fell asleep, I woke up (what felt like only a few hours later) and for some reason I still don't understand, I decided to sit up in bed. I kept staring at the partly open door. It didn't close all the way so it was open 4-5 inches wide. Not very long after I saw something.
A white apparition in woman form appeared at the top of the staircase. (When looking out the bedroom doorway you can see the top of the stairs.) I could see the outline of her hair hanging down her back, her ankle high dress, her small waist, and she had a graceful walk for every movement she made. She was staring straight ahead down the hallway where my grandfather was sleeping. She continued to do this for about 10 seconds. Then, somehow, she noticed I was watching her.
I saw her rather slowly turn her head and look at me. As I mentioned before, everything about her was white. She was a white glowing figure. She had no facial features. Where her face was a flat, but partly curved shape. She stared at me for what I thought, was a bit long. Her head barely moved a muscle when she stared at me.
For some reason I wasn't afraid. I was actually pretty calm. I didn't really feel the temptation to scream or wake my grandmother. But, know I regret it. I don't think my grandmother believes me.
We starred at each other for about 5-8 seconds, and then she faded into a mist like form that quickly blew into the room next to me away from eye sight. I went back to sleep after that.
I have wondered many things since then. Who is the white apparition I saw? What exactly is she doing in this house? What is her name? Is she looking for something? Why did she stare at me for so long? What she trying to identify me? She was quick in some ways to vanish when she knew I saw her. Why didn't she want to be seen?
I hope that I will see her again soon and find the answers!
Quite a few years ago when I was a teenager, a strange occurrence took place in our home. The memory is still clear in my mind, and goose bumps crawl up my arms each time I recall the experience. My mother was the first to see this apparition. One morning while I was sitting on the couch sipping coffee, I heard my mother's footsteps coming down the staircase. She entered the room still dressed in her nightgown. Her face appeared pale but most notably, her nightgown was horrific.
"Mom," I asked, "what happened to your nightgown? What did you do to it?"
She looked down at her ragged nightgown and amazement filled her eyes as did mine. It was obvious that she was not aware of the condition of the nightgown until I questioned it.
The nightgown had been ripped, clawed, torn, and it contained many burn holes. It looked like she had been in a cat fight! Mother looked directly at me with fear upon her face as she said, it was that lady! Again, I questioned her, "What lady?"
"The lady in my bedroom last night," she replied. She began telling me of how she had awakened during the night only to see a lady standing at the foot of her bed. She described the lady as having long hair and wearing a long nightgown. She continued to describe how the lady stood with her arms stretched out as if she were calling my mother to come to her.
Mom said that she was so afraid that she was unable to move. She was scared stiff and the only thing she could do was SCREAM! Upon hearing her screams the lady flew under the bed as if she were a bird! Mom said she feared the lady would grab her legs if she attempted to get out of bed. Mom spent most of the night lying awake in fear until she finally fell asleep. It must have been during that time that something destroyed her nightgown. Mom never slept in her bedroom again.
Approximately one year later, I no longer lived with my parents but came to stay the night. I had a lovely time visiting with my parents, and that evening I had settled into bed for the night. Oh, I can barely contain the trembling as I recall the memory of that night. My head was pressed against the pillow as I was lying curled up on my side. It was the bedroom that faced the door of the bedroom, in which my mother used to occupy.
As I began to close my eyes to drift off into sleep, I heard a noise.
Yes, it was the sound of the old wooden floor creaking as though someone had entered the room. I opened my eyes to see who came in and there she stood! It was the lady that my mother had described! She was a young lady with long hair and a long white nightgown. She stood in the open doorway to my mother's bedroom. She stood with her arms crossed. I had the impression that she must have been watching me for awhile. She saw that my eyes were now open and she smiled at me. A long slow smile! Her teeth were crooked and gangling looking. Her eyes were somewhat protruding. A fitting description would be that she had bubble eyes with dark circles underneath.
She slowly stretched her arms out as if she were trying to welcome me with open arms. I was so scared that I was unable to scream! I was unable to move! I took a deep breath and everything inside of me just stopped! As her arms opened wider, she began to move towards my bed.
Her feet NEVER touched the floor! I was paralyzed with fear! The only thing I could do was watch as she floated towards me. She was so close that she was almost over me when suddenly she flew under the bed! I was able to move then, and MOVE I DID! I jumped out of that bed and ran as fast as my feet could carry me! I ran down the stairs so fast that I am fortunate I didn't fall and break my neck! That was the last time I ever stayed in the upstairs of my parents home.
My father had always joked with me and mom about our experiences. He never believed us. As a matter of fact, he didn't believe in the supernatural at all. A few years later, my father developed terminal cancer. He became very ill one evening and mom called me to come to the home. She said dad had been asleep and she couldn't wake him up. I drove in from out of town and by the time I had arrived, dad was alert. He looked pale and I insisted that he go with me to get examined at the emergency room.
It was in the triage room when the nurse started asking dad questions about his lethargy. She asked him what Happened when mom tried to awaken him? He replied by telling her that he wasn't sure but when he awoke he saw mom standing there with another woman beside her. I stopped and asked him, "What women dad?"
He said he didn't know her but she was standing there beside mom. At that time I excused myself from the room and walked to a phone in the hallway. I called mom to question her about the woman. Mom told me that she had been the only one in his bedroom and nobody else was in the house. She said that when dad awoke he stumbled out into the dining room asking where the woman went? Mom said she thought he must have been hallucinating.
I joined the nurse and dad back in the triage room. I asked dad to describe the woman and he did. I'm sure that by now, you can guess what he said. He described her just the way mom and I saw her. I knew that dad was telling the truth. I knew that he was not hallucinating because he was not on any medications at the time. I told him then that it was the same person me and mom had saw. He believed me! He finally believed me! Dad was so sick and I didn't want to scare him. I told him that she must be an angel watching over him.
Dad lived a few months and then died. Mom lived a few years longer then she died from a stroke. The old home was torn down. A parking lot has taken its place. Nothing lives there anymore. I rarely drive down that street but the memories live on in my heart. The precious memories of my parents and my old home place. Memories of the good, the bad, and the ghostly.
Many years ago, about 1970, I lived in a terraced house in Gorton Manchester. I would have been 5 or six at the time. I had seen a ghost when I was about three in a previous house in Gorton, but it was just a passive man sitting at the top of the stairs.
On many occasions in this new house, I could feel something on the end of my bed and couldn't push my feet down because of this obstruction.
Then on one night it came. First I heard the dishes on the kitchen sink move downstairs, I thought it might have been my mother washing up. I then rolled over and to my horror I was staring into a black face with yellow eyes next to my bed, this thing then grabbed me around the throat. I tried to scream for my mum but no noise came out, it felt like the hands around my throat were stopping my voice coming out. It spoke to me and said its name was Catyre or something like that, and told me it would come back.
I then either passed out or something and it was gone. I put my head under the covers for probably 15 years after that and still have trouble sleeping in a room alone. Since then, in nearly every house I have lived in, spooky happenings have occurred.
This is my second entry for Castle of Spirits, right behind "Like a Black Haze". This story takes place NOW, as the apartment I live in has had its share of creepiness and aimless vortex style nonsense erupting from where I live seems to be the center. Many of these, I would guess, have logical explanations - well, everything in life does, that doesn't make that the first couple years of this isn't any more ridiculous or suspicious.
There does not seem to be a strict "haunt" going on here, I'd say if there was something going on, it chooses not to have a pattern, or perhaps has one that covers one of the most convoluted incorporeal plots or sagas in recent history.
The apartment itself is pretty simple and affordable. It is not located in a bad neighborhood, nor would it be described as a cracker box. The build and maintenance is pretty abundant considering what I pay for it. It is also the same apartment the man who became my step brother almost burnt down ten years ago. He was telling me this as he helped me move in. Up in the bedroom is where he said he started a fire with his friend who was living there. I would bet the chances of anyone's first apartment having such a weird back-story is pretty low, and I would therefore bet the chances of anyone actually making good on it with an exploding bag of potato chips, that was not ANYWHERE NEAR the stove where it was burning and popping badly, are astronomical.
The bedroom has other issues - such a door that would never stay shut unless you locked it. There is no reason for this to happen. Sleeping in there can cause significant problems too, as at least once a week, I will wake up in the middle of the night and the bed will start shaking. There is nothing under it that would cause this either. And above the bed are my posters, which change and animate into the bed time hours, more so than a half-sleep state would have you believe.
Whatever else I'm sharing this apartment with does not like my posters changing either, it seems, and more than once I've gone upstairs to find something has TORN down my poster. It doesn't just fall leaving the edges taped up!
Downstairs is less of an issue, but I've still come downstairs to find strange smells that have no basis for being there, such as barbecue or lilac or human waste. The kitchen is another area of interest considering how many weird, unexplained yellow stains I've found there and how there is a single square inch that is sometimes very warm and hurts to step on anytime you do so.
As weird as it has sometimes gotten inside, it still remains a fact that it's a remarkable safe haven compared to some of the things I've caught outside. I live on a strangely structured hill complex overlooking a shopping complex. You can hear EVERYTHING up here. The acoustics are so weird and wild. To test my theory, I had my friend Aimee, who worked at the Outback Steakhouse there at least 1/3 of a mile away, go down there and have her talk to me on the cell phone. Without warning, I yanked the battery out of the cell phone and I could still hear her.
That wasn't nearly as bad as when I went to take the trash out late, like 1:00 AM, and heard a full-on conversation between two or more voices in the trash can. I didn't see anyone inside, but I didn't want to look either, so I tossed it in and ran.
But the weirdest things that I've experienced here are not some of these more ethereal transactions, but what the effect seems to have on other people. For some reason, even though this is not a bad neighborhood, it seems to inspire the weirdest behavior out of people.
First there is the doorstep. I've come to fear whoever comes to my door. First was the girl whom I thought was covered in blood. It turned out to be spaghetti sauce. From little I could gather from the tear-stained 911 call on my cell phone, the boyfriend "heard something" and attacked out of nowhere with a plate of spaghetti. Later, he microwaved the cat. I tried to follow up on it, but was directed against it twice.
Then the cops. More than once was I mistaken for a criminal who lived here and has since disappeared.
Then the boy... I still can't figure this one out. One day, a sharply dressed young man, maybe 19, knocked on my door and started asking me about my church. He wanted to know more about the Lutheran Church. That was a red flag right there, but I got him a church pamphlet I had anyway. He asked how much we follow up on Luther's traditions and I said "Pretty well, although we don't do his anti-Semitic stuff." Then he flashed a weird, devilish look and a grin and immediately shoved the pamphlet into my hands saying "NO THANK YOU". I closed the door, locked it, and tried to watch him leave... but I didn't see him! Where did he go?
He must've been around, for one time I was walking from the mailbox when a lady from down the row asked me if I knew who "that man" was and she pointed towards the greenery. She said he was stalking her and the kids. I didn't see anyone. I could share her pain though, because there is one apartment across from me that, since I have lived here, has seen a constantly rotating cast of tenants... ALL people who know me without me knowing them. They whisper my name and send it curses.
The cops HAVE been here on several other occasions. There were some fights, some other deals going on. Earlier this summer, for example, I woke up in the middle of the night like I usually do, but I was WIDE awake this time and couldn't figure out why. Then the blinds started flashing red. Bland at first but soon impossible not to notice. An ambulance had driven in silently to pick up my neighbor, who had died. I heard the cops and fire come, but I did not hear the ambulance. They also left without a trace too, similar to my other experiences.
A detective showed up at my door the Spring before that to ask me questions about the murder. "What murder?" I asked. The murder that happened RIGHT BEHIND ME evidently. That was fun. Caught a glimpse of the guy who did it on the news later that night.
Two days after that, I happened to look out my window to some of the buildings behind me, and there was a man highly resembling the murder looking out one of the house windows. He caught me looking and waved... I didn't like that too much.
I've almost called the cops on several occasions. Sometimes I've confused neighbors having a bloody argument for my upstairs fan, which I should mention should NOT be sounding very much like people arguing when turned on, it's supposed to sound like wind!
Additionally, while I've never had a traditional break-in, intruders of all kinds have gotten in here before. I've been mildly attacked before but could never figure out who keeps slapping the back of my bed or moving my legs at night.
One time, I woke up late one morning and found a Russian woman had gotten into my apartment. She was talking to someone and pointed towards the kitchen, but she had no cell phone and there was no one in the kitchen. After some harsh words and a sword being brandished, she left quickly.
I wish I had my sword the night I went upstairs after I heard something fall down only to see something scurry under the bed. I can't describe what it was, I just see a black polygon out of the corner of my eye when I think of it again. I poked and prodded but I never figured out what it was.
That's just all the stuff I can remember right now. I like living here, but I get the feeling that the feeling is not mutual.
This took place about two years ago in the Queen Mary ship. I had previously been there at least 2 or 3 times before and had never experienced any paranormal activity. However in the summer, me and my family decided to take another trip to the famous Queen Mary ship.
As usual, I start off my tour with the boiler rooms, it seemed awfully quiet that day, and pretty cold for it to be summer. We proceeded to another part of the ship exiting the boiler rooms and something caught my eye. There was this door that had a curtain with a sign that said "Do Not Enter". Of course, I really wanted to go in so I pushed my mom and dad to come with me.
Inside was a luxurious dance floor which felt very eerie upon entering. I was already getting a strange feeling and yet I pushed it even further and we entered some sort of storage room.
Things got very uncomfortable, and I could feel that someone was in there. My mom and dad, couldn't bear to be in the room and told me to leave but I stayed, they left. I sat on a box, and tried listening, and I hear laughter, from a little girl. I was getting uncomfortable and just then I felt a fabric brush against my bare leg. Felt like a dress, it felt more like it was made some type of soft material like satin. There were no fabrics in that room, just old boxes and even a couch. This got me to scared and I quickly left the room. I told my mom and dad what had happened and of course they didn't believe me.
Even after sensing a strange presence. I have yet to go back and capture an E.V.P.