At the age of 4 I left Kennington, Bendigo to live in a small country town Malmsbury which is located between Daylesford and Castlemaine.
I’ve always found it amusing to scare myself with scary stories and looking up scary ghost pictures online, I thought nothing could scare me. Although I did believe in ghosts and I still do to this day, I never thought I’d actually get the vibes that I was surrounded by many.
Anyways, it came to this one day when I was 14 and me and my best friends Brett and Fern decided that we’d be all tough and head up to the Old Kyneton Hospital and give ourselves a tour. It was blocked off at the time, but being that age we’d decided that we’d go underneath the fence, and through the front door. The front door had been kicked down by someone who had been there previously, but we carried on inside.
The exact moment you stepped inside it felt as if you were up in the snowy mountains, it was freezing! That didn’t stop us. First entering the building it had a room to your left and a what appeared to be an old reception area to your right. Going in further they had a room which was padlocked to your right then to your left was a long dark hallway filled with many rooms, which we didn’t go as we were to terrified. Ahead of us was an old staircase that instantly sent shivers down your spine just looking at it.
We continued up the stairs and each step we took we thought we were going to go through the floor boards, the railing of the stairs would collapse if you even tried grabbing onto it. We reached the top of the stairs, there was a tiny door in front of us maybe not even a metre high which we were creeped out by. To our right we had another hallway which we did not venture down and to our right we had another hallway and what looked to be an old surgery room.
We slowly made our way over to the old surgery room, taking one step at a time till we felt as if we were being followed. We came to a sudden stand still, all was dead quiet, till we heard these footsteps walk right past us and a gust of wind. I thought I was going to die, we held on to each other and shut our eyes, just until we heard the footsteps slowly head down towards the old surgery room and disappear.
After that I wanted to leave, but my friends insisted that we at least go a bit closer to that surgery room, so not wanting to feel like a sook I agreed. As we made our way closer, real slowly, we heard what sounded like a light bulb flickering, then what sounded like someone giving someone else CPR.
What got us though was that all the electricty in the building had been shut off for years, we looked at each other and bolted. To this day I will not step foot in there again.
There has been a myth that a little boy got locked in the morgue there, and when he came out he was never the same. No one will ever know the truth about that one.
Lisa from Kansas posted a story in December that reminded me of a very similar experience I had in my workplace, so I thought I would repost. Unlike Lisa, though, I don’t think that my encounter was in any way connected to using a ouija board. I just think that there are spirits hanging around that building, and sometimes they like to show themselves – in one form or another.
So I work in a library, and one evening I was doing a busy shift at the reference desk. As it got later I realized that I had left my keys on my desk in the staff area, and that all my colleagues had left for the day. I walked across the library – which was brightly lit and crowded with students – to the staff door to see if it was locked. It was, but looking in the window I could see one of my co-workers sitting at her desk. All the lights were turned off except the one over her desk, and I could see her clearly, typing away with the light from her computer monitor shining on her face. I was surprised because I had seen her leave hours before, but I thought she must have returned while I was busy with a student.
Well, she was sitting only about three meters away from where I stood, so I knocked on the door to get her attention, so that she would unlock it and let me in. I was somewhat surprised when she did not look up or react in any way, and I knocked again, watching her through the window the entire time. Again she did not react in any way.
Giving up I turned and went around the corner – there was another, rarely-used door there, but I thought I might get lucky and find it unlocked. Well I did, and I walked into the office – to find that my colleague was not at her desk and the whole area was in complete darkness. The light over her desk and her computer were both turned off, and I saw that her coat and bags were gone. It had taken me just seconds to go from the window, around the corner, and through that other door – not even enough time for her to get up and leave the office without my noticing, let alone turn things off, gather her things, and leave. I don’t know exactly what it was that I saw through the window that night, but it was clear to me that it wasn’t her. I worried all that night that it was a premonition and that something bad had happened to her, but she was there the next day, and all was normal. I never told her about what I saw that night, for fear that it might disturb her.
But that’s not the end of the story. About a month later I was working late one Friday evening. It was about 7 pm and the library had closed at 5, so I was alone in the building – but that’s not an unusual occurrence for me, and I was not thinking about ghosties or feeling anxious in any way. Well, finally I gathered up my things to leave, and headed out through the library and toward the front door. Directly before the exit there is a security gate, which beeps when someone tries to walk through with an item that has not been signed out. Directly behind me, about five meters back, is that information desk that I mentioned before. Well, as I passed through the gate it made a peculiar noise – not the usual three distinct beeps, but one long, slow, wavery beep. I stopped and turned around to look at the gate, thinking with annoyance that I would have to call in the next day to report that it was malfunctioning. As I turned, I happened to look up and see someone standing in my usual spot at the information desk. Surprised, it took me a moment to recognize who it was standing there. It was me.
Needless to say, I fled – I just did not want to know what was going to happen next! Well, those were certainly not the last eerie encounters I had at the library, although that year did seem to be more active than usual. But of all of those encounters, seeing myself? That was by far the scariest!
When I was a child, after my mother passed away in 1994, I lived with my grandmother, grandfather, father, and older brother. We lived in an old two-story house, one I remember more than any other home I’d lived. This story involves my grandmother’s mother, a woman I’d never met.
I remember waking up one morning, the aroma of breakfast wafting through the house. I could hear the pots and pans clanging, the sound of the whisk and silverware being maneuvered to cook. So I ran downstairs to see what my grandma was cooking for breakfast. Only, the woman standing in the kitchen wasn’t her. Though I didn’t know this woman standing there, she knew me.
"Good morning Kristen!" she had said.
I stood, stunned for a moment, said a hurried "G’morning" in reply, and thus proceeded to bolt upstairs and wake up my grandmother.
"Oma! Oma! (Oma means Grandmother in German) Who’s that lady cooking breakfast downstairs?" I had asked.
So, Oma got up, and we went down the stairs to the kitchen, only to find every dish and utensil back in their places, and no woman. After that, I’d forgotten about it, as young children do.
Two or three years later, Oma was flipping through some old photograph albums, telling me about her family, pointing out certain people. When we came across a photograph of her mother, I remember feeling my heart pound.
"That’s the lady!" I had shouted. "That’s the lady cooking breakfast!"
Oma looked at me, shocked. "That’s my mother," she said. "She died before you were born, KD."
That’s when I knew I could see those who were no longer living.
I recall this story with more confidence and more, well, memory, than anything else that has ever happened in my life. I’ve been told story after story about how I would be talking to the nice lady by the tree, and there wouldn’t be anyone there but me.
They say children have the ability to see spirits. I believe it, as I’ve experienced it myself. I experienced a trauma early in life, being only two years old and having God call my mother back home. I was more susceptible to paranormal experiences. But I was never afraid. My grandmother’s mother was a warm, comforting spirit, and I will always carry that memory, that soft feeling for the rest of my life.
This situation took place about a year ago, a few of my friends and I do some amateur ghost hunting, nothing too professional though I do have some nice equipment now...
We decided to go to this one grave yard (like I said not professional extracurricular). I wouldn’t call myself psychic or anything but I would say that I am "sensitive" to people and energy around me and around this time in my life I had just gotten over some serious depression issues, so further in this story you’ll understand why I’m mentioning this key point. I felt that this yard had some drawing energy and you’ll see why.
Anyway, we arrived at this yard and we were heading toward a tree, when to my right I noticed this figure walk by. It looked like the head and shoulders of a man. I didn’t mention it at first, when my buddy asked did you see that? And that’s when I realized that I definitely saw something - I asked him what he saw before I told him, and his sighting was the same as mine. "It looked like someone walked by and disappeared before the fence, only it was just the upper half of its body" he said (Creepy right?).
So we continued on and did some EVP’s, nothing else seem to be going on so we left, and we decided to look over our findings later, we were really tired. Next day or so I was listing to the EVP’s when I could hear what sounded like a child talking behind my friends questions, mostly generic questions, like " was that you we just saw walking through the yard?" and "is there anyone here that would like to speak to me?".
Now I can see that this child voice was intelligent because when he asked if ’that was that you we just saw walking through the yard?’ it responded "Mommy" and the creepiest thing was that you could hear me walk away from my friend and it called out "wait for me!" This was the best and most clear EVP we had ever picked up. You could imagine how stoked we were to get this so inevitably we had to return to try and pick up more. This time we brought some toys and a blanket to lure him again.
This time my recorder would stop working in the middle of my sessions but I was able to pick up another child voice. It was not the same kid though, this voice was about the same age and clarity said "the blanket" before it shut off. I had felt a tingling sensation like a tug or something grab my belt around the same time. Now I can go on about this yard forever. Lots of strange things happened that night. A pin wheel by one of the head stones would spin when no wind was blowing, then it would spin backwards when we asked it to do this action etc.
Now to the attachment... A week went by when weird things around my house started happening, I noticed a small form by my stairs here and there seem to walk by in the corner of my eye and things I place in the same spot so I don’t lose them, like my keys or my phone, would end up missing or moved almost mischievously. Then it became more apparent.
I was sitting on the couch by myself one night when this almost nursery rhyme humming sound, sounded loudly in my ear, scared the crap out of me. I asked is this the child I recorded last week? Then I heard the humming again! I ran out of the room to the bathroom for some reason. Finally I nerved up and came out; I sat back down on the couch and pulled out my recorder, for some reason it kept turning itself off. So I changed the batteries and it would do it again, but I was able to record walking, like someone walking up to the recorder and then static, then it would turn off again. Strange right?
But not as strange as the feeling I got like someone was standing next to me. At one point I felt pressure on the couch like someone sat down next to me. It was pretty scary but I guess I got what any ghost hunter wants. A few other incidences happened after that, a fan would turn on by itself and I would notice someone walk down the stairs here and there, well enough to call out to it when nobody was home but me. It all seemed to stop though, I guess I just started to ignore it, and it stopped all together.
I never got a negative vibe from it, just seemed like it was saying hi or something, maybe it drew energy from my depressive state? Who knows...
My friends have recently moved to Orange, N.S.W into a beautifully built triple brick home. The house was built in the 1800’s by the original owning family and has since been used as a bed and breakfast before being turned into a split terrace. The house originally had 6 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms before being split down the middle, so both sides are an exact replica. There are doors that join the houses together but have been locked on both sides to prevent any future renters walking through to the other side of the house.
My partner and I were thinking of moving so we stayed at their house for a few nights to get a feel for the area and the house before we make our decision.
Upon entering the house, we immediately felt a welcoming vibe and made ourselves at home. We stayed up until about 11 on the first night as both my friends had to work the following day. Before going to sleep, I went through the house and made sure all the doors were locked. Upon entering the kitchen, 2 of the unused kitchen draws were opened. Thinking nothing of it, I shut them and asked my partner if he had been in the kitchen and he replied he hadn’t been in there, so there was no reason for the draws to be opened.
My partner and I then proceeded to bed where we heard a woman talking in the house next door (no one currently lives on the other side) and a few bars of music playing.
The next morning, I rose before my partner. My friends had already left for work so I was the only one up. I was using the downstairs bathroom and had the door open so I could keep an eye on the cat which was laying in the hallway. The cat immediately started breathing quicker so I was talking to him when I heard some one walk down the stairs. (The stairs are quite squeaky and you can hear when a human/something with a solid mass walks down them but not when the cats do).
Thinking my partner was awake, I called out "Is that you?" and got no reply. I heard the footsteps walk into the living room and stop. I was still calling out my partner’s name and getting no reply. I then went upstairs to our bedroom and found my partner still asleep. Seeing that, I woke him up with an "Oh,get stuffed". This experience creeped me out a little, but I felt no harm was going to be done.
On the second night, we had a large storm which caused us to lose power for a few hours. We had a feeling we weren’t alone in the house, so we decided to take some photos which produced quite a few orbs. We all went out for a smoke, and as soon as we rounded the corner of the verandah, we saw a lady dressed in a white, old style tunic standing at the other end, on the other part of the house. Whilst we were talking we again heard music and talking through the walls, coming from the unoccupied side of the house. I also had the presence of a man in an old suit and top hat appear, and he looked quite happy, complete with the smell of a cologne. Relaying this to my friend, he said he had a similar experience, through a dream where he actually was this man.
On the day we were leaving, I thanked my friends and the "others" in the house for having us and making us feel quite welcome in their home. My friend then sent me a message saying after we left, all the lights turned on upstairs when no one was up there.
One day a couple of my friends were playing on a ouija board. None of us believed in it completely, and we were asking some pretty dumb things you probably shouldn't ask. The first thing we asked was if it was a good spirit or not. The pointer said it was a bad spirit. Then my friend asked if it would be willing to prove that it is there. The pointer moved to yes, and then we asked if it would do something to one of our other friends. Here's a run-down of our conversation:
Us: Are you going to make Cole (that was our friend) feel any pain?
Us: How are you going to make him feel the pain?
Us: Could you do whatever you are going to do to Cole right now?
After about thirty seconds, Cole, who was sitting in a chair across from us, jerked his head back, screamed, and ran into another room. We quickly said goodbye and then followed him to ask him what happened.
Cole said he felt two cold fingers running down the back of his head and tug on the back of his hair. He was shaking uncontrollably. Suddenly, we all knew that it wasn't a joke anymore.
Sorry this is a little lengthy but it’s to get all the details in so it all makes sense! This happened about 2 years ago when I was 16 and I’m now 18 but I remember like it was yesterday, it happened to me and my cousin whom I’m extremely close to and consider my older brother, he’s about 6 years older than me.I’ve always believed in the paranormal, but my cousin who was with me did not. Well at least not until that night.
It was around April/May and my cousin, Matt, was done visiting from Ohio for a baseball tournament that was relatively close to where I lived. We had just gotten back from his game and about ready to eat and watch some movies when the house phone rang. The caller ID had said it was from a jail in Georgia. Matt, me and my mom who had now joined us in the kitchen all looked at each other puzzled because we had no relatives in the state of Georgia or knew anyone from there. My mom picked it up regardless and on the other line it was my uncle. He is a truck driver, so he’s always driving from state to state. He also has a huge alcohol problem and that’s why he was in jail. He had got picked up the previous night for a D.U.I. and needed someone to come and get him since the police took his driver’s license and impounded his truck. My mom couldn’t do it because she had other things to do and couldn’t make it. Matt loving an adventure volunteered him and myself to go.
Georgia is about an 8 hour drive from Kentucky and it was about 6 pm before we started out. Of course we got stuck in major traffic and a few areas under construction so the 8 hour ride turned into about a 12-14 hour drive. We had talked and talked about everything since we had all the time in the world and the perfect opportunity for all our dirty little secrets since it was only us. Around 2 am Matt was becoming extremely tired and it became harder for him to drive. I couldn’t drive because my permit only allowed me to do so in the state of Kentucky and I had no experience on the highway so I was terrified anyways. Matt held up until we got to Chattanooga and then we pulled into the hotel where my uncle was staying, being a truck driver his company paid for his hotel room so that’s how he was staying there.
Being so exhausted we said hello and talked for a few minutes, especially about how humid it was that night even inside the room (this will be important later) but then we went straight to bed. My uncle was on the side of the bed nearest to the door to outside, Matt had the side of the bed nearest to the bathroom, while I had the middle. Within minutes we were out. I don’t know how long I was asleep until suddenly I got extremely cold and woke up facing the sink. Every hotel is set up exactly the same, the bed is directly in the middle of the room and to one side there is the sink and to the left/right there’s a closet to hang coats or whatever, and of course the bathroom door. That’s when I noticed something odd.
Being confused as to why it was suddenly so cold when probably not even a hour ago the air was suffocating there standing in the frame of the closet was a huge, tall, extremely dark (the only way I can describe how dark it was is that it was darker than night, yes it’s possible) figure. At first I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, I mean we’ve all seen shadows do that to us when we wake up and focus on something during the night but then I watched it go from closet to the bathroom. Then I realized my eyes were not playing tricks on me and watched the sink area for a bit to see it come back out of the bathroom and disappear into the closet. I had enough, still tired and a little freaked out rolled over to face my uncle.
I drifted back to sleep again and I don’t know how long it was before I suddenly woke up and felt like I was being watched. Forgetting what had happened I rolled on my back to see the dark figure was now at the foot of the bed directly in front of where I laid. Remembering what I had seen early I yanked the covers over my head and just laid there terrified until I fell asleep.
I made it through the rest of the night without anymore experiences and I didn’t say anything to my uncle or Matt when we were getting breakfast, one because Matt didn’t believe in that kind of stuff and would laugh at me and blame it on me being tired and my uncle had stayed in that room numerous times and if something was there he would’ve told us. So we just hit the road to make our way back home.
About halfway there we hit a rest stop to use the bathroom and get some snacks. My uncle was taking forever so it was just me and Matt in the car when I noticed Matt was acting strange. I decided to ask him what was bothering him and without him looking at me he said, "Did you see anything in that room last night?"
My heart skipped a beat. "Like what? Do you mean, like a ghost?"
That’s when he turned and faced me. "I didn’t want to say anything because you know I don’t believe in that kind of stuff but I swear there was something in that room last night. I woke up facing the sink and in the closet there was this dark figure just standing there. It even came and stood by my side of the bed and watched me."
As we were discussing our experiences that were identical my uncle had come back from inside and asked what we were talking about because our faces seemed so serious and that’s when we told him. His response?
"Oh yeah, you must’ve seen my friend. When I come to this hotel I always get the same room because no one wants it. There was a man who shot himself in the closet of that room. He used to turn my TV off, shake the bed, and watch me sleep when I first started to stay in that room but he doesn’t bother me anymore. I still see him now and then but he doesn’t do anything, he just watches me from the closet. He must’ve realized there was new people in the room and was just checking ya’ll out."
The whole drive home Matt wouldn’t say a word, but when we got to my house he couldn’t wait to tell everyone and till this day he still tells people about it, as do I and people’s reactions are always the same, shocked and a little taken back. And ever since then he has been a firm believer of ghosts he’s even had a few more experiences when I’m around. But nothing that will ever compare to that night, and it’s something we’ll never forget.
I promise this is all a true story. Thanks for reading!