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"Ghost" experience- to stop taking over the other posting :-)
So here are my experiences.
As a child, I used to get the "creepy" feeling a LOT that someone was watching me. Our apartment that I grew up in was the top part of a building that was built in 1909 so it had the historical factor that could entice a "spirit" to stick around.
My junior year of college, I lived in a huge house with 8 other girls. My room was on the 3rd floor along with 2 other bedrooms. The bathroom for the 3rd floor was in my bedroom, so the other 2 would have to come through my room to get to the bathroom. One night, about 1 month after we moved in, I woke up in the middle of the night and saw someone at the foot of my bed. Curly hair, white "top" and blackish/grey bottoms. I thought it was my roomie who had curly hair. I rolled over and didn't think about it. Next day, got up and asked roomie "why were you watching me sleep last night, you creepo!! :-) " She said she didn't know what I was talking about and thought I was crazy. On top of that, I asked her this as soon as she got up, hadn't changed from her pjs yet, and was wearing yellow boxers with some t-shirt (which was not white.)
Another time, in this same house, i was having some friends over for dinner. you had to buzz to get in the house, so when I went downstairs to let them in, they said "oh is Jaime here?" I said no, why? They said "well we saw someone with curly hair looking out the window on the 2nd floor" First of all, I hadn't told them my other story. Second, I took them up to the landing on the 2nd floor where the window was. For some reason the window had been covered on the inside of the house. Meaning- looking from the outside, you could see the window, but from the inside, it had been covered with drywall, painted, etc. and you never would have known a window was there.
The first house that J and I lived in together had things happen as well. Our landlord lived right next door and his uncle had been the one that used to live in the house. We used to have lights turned on, the heat would turn on (in the summer), etc. weird things like that.
I KNOW it all sounds crazy. Believe me, i know.
Re: "Ghost" experience- to stop taking over the other posting :-)
I don't think you are crazy. When H and I started dating he lived with some friends. They lived in TJ's grandparents house. His grandpa actually passed away in the house. Wierd things would happen. TV would turn on or off. The dogs would go crazy, Pictures would fall of the wall.
One day something happend I don't remember what. TJ yelled Papa stop it. And it stopped.
Where my parents live we used to experience things while I was growing up. You would be walking around the house/yard/out buildings and would smell very strong perfume (my mom never wore any) and cigar smoke. My sister's FI helped to paint and redo my room when I was little and then he passed away from a heart attack. After he died I had the feeling that someone was watching me and on occasion things would move after I just set them down.
In the house we currently live in (my parents have owned for 15 years) we would hear footsteps going up and down the stairs and footsteps upstairs. My sisters dog used to be afraid to go upstairs and would sit at the bottom of the stairs and bark. When we were moving in we ripped up carpeting, moved more things upstairs, and painted and since then we have not experienced anything.
Oh, I have one. There were stories that the house I lived in as a kid was haunted. There were stories that someone had died in the house, in one of the rooms. No one slept in because everyone had weird experiences in there. One night when I was about 13 I went to get something out of that room. It was around 8pm and when I looked in the window I saw the reflection of a woman. No, it was not me, but it was an eerie looking woman. It freaked me out and I ran the heck out of that room.
My uncle and his wife slept in that room for a few days and he said that he felt someone pulling his feet as if to drag him out of bed. Another uncle said that he felt something or someone sitting on top of him trying to choke him. Pretty crazy.
Mine are mostly animal related.
My grandparents used to have a scottie named Beanie. When I was 4, Beanie was 15 and really old. One night, I had a dream that he came into my room, jumped on my bed, licked me and let me hug him and then he went out the door. Beanie died that night. I told my grandma about it the next day and there was this big fuss because that morning there was a trail of black hair from the door of my room to my bed that my mother spent hours vacuuming.
When I was in HS, I was at my boyf's house alone. (He and his fam were EMTs, so they occasionally left me there alone when they went out on calls). They had three cats: an old black cat, a calico and a HUGE black and white fuzzy cat. I was laying on the couch, watching TV when the calico and the huge cat started going nuts, hissing, spitting, etc. All three cats were very well behaved and loved each other, so I was surprised. Especially because it appeared they were doing it to the black cat, who was walking into the kitchen where the food was. The big cat followed him, still freaking out and the calico sat in front of me, all puffed up. I turned around and the black cat was sitting on the arm of the sofa next to me. I did what must have been a really comic double take and went back and forth between the black cat in the kitchen and the black cat next to me. I noticed the one in the kitchen had some white markings on his paws and chest, whereas the other one was all black. The cat in the kitchen walked to the doorway and disappeared. I was totally freaked out. When boyf and his rents got home, I told them what happened. His mom pulled out some pictures and because I had perfectly described one of their old cats who was buried in the backyard. Sure enough, it was the same cat.
One more. My best friend in middle school/high school lived in an OLD house. Like around the late 1700's. All sorts of weird stuff happened. Like all of their glasses would get this little like chip/dent/bubbles in them. Her mother went out and bought all new glasses and put them in the cupboard. The next time someone opened the cupboard, EVERY SINGLE BRAND NEW glass was covered in them. All their animals definitely saw things and there were always footsteps in the attic.
The Princess of Anything is Coming!
Had a dream I was queen.
Woke up. Still queen.
Yay, ghost stories!
I was 11 and spending the night at my friends house. We decided to walk the 1/2 mile or so to Dairy Queen and get ice cream. The shortcut to get there is to go across a field that faces the back foyer of a church. Its about 7 at night in the fall so its already dark out. We're walking by and right as were parallel to the foyer I get this feeling to look over. I do and there is this man standing there. He's dressed in late 1800's/early 1900's farming clothing and wearing a hat. And then I realized that he was floating and also see-through. I stopped, blinked a couple of times and he was still there. So I said "Uh, do you see that?" and my friend looks over and confirms she is also seeing this man. We stand there for a few more seconds just staring at him while he's looking back at us. Then my friend starts to sound a bit irritated and says 'Lets just go get the damn ice cream.' We finish our walk to Dairy Queen, eat our ice cream and never speak of what happened for a good 5-6 years.
Around that same time I was looking through the local newspaper online and there was an article of the first residents of the town I lived in. There was a picture of a man almost identical to the man we saw in the foyer. I knew that the land where the church was built was originally farm land because the house still stands across the street, but I never put it together that I could have been looking at him.
This looks really long so I'll make another post for my other experience.
Married / The Cookaholic Wife
I'm loving this!
My Mom refuses to put her feet out from under the covers in the bed at night because she swears that she felt a hand on her foot one time and a voice saying "help me" and the next morning we found out the neighbor across the street passed away during his sleep. This was about 17 yrs ago and she still refuses to do it.
Good story, but all I got out of this was "yuummmm, I need Dairy Queen." ;-)
I'm LOVING this post today! I love all this kind of stuff!
Me and my brother used to stay at my grandmas house when we were younger and we would sleep in the living room on the couches (eventhough she had three extra bedrooms). So to get to the bathroom towards the back of the house you had to walk thru the kitchen and dining room into the foyer and the bathroom was on the right. Well from the couch I always slept on you could see all the way thru the kitchen/dining room area to the foyer. I would have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night (probably because grandma would give us so many cokes). Before I walked back there I would sit up and look towards the back of the house in the middle of the night and see a skinny old lady figure standing there in a long night gown with long (like down the her waist) straight gray hair (my grandma doesn't look like that at all) and she would just stand there and look back at me. Needless to say I would hold my pee until the sun came up then I would go to the restroom.
I never said anything to my grandma until about 4 years ago and i describe all that to her but in more detail and she said "oh it was probably your grandpa's mom, she lived with us for years until she passed away" I was like OMG it probably was her. Because she had the long hair and she stayed in one of the bedrooms close to that bathroom. Creepy!! I can still picture that figure in my head with detail.
July 2000 - On a Friday night I found out that my grandfather has died. He was a grumpy old man, after having a stroke in his 60's. He tolerated us grand-kids but didn't particularly like us unless we were sitting still. He had recently moved to an assisted living home and we'd visited him about a month before.
The dream happened 3 days after he died, 2 days before the funeral. Dream - Me, cousin A, cousin T, Aunt L and my mom are standing in the doorway of my grandfathers room in the assisted living home. For whatever reason, he's passed but they haven't moved his body. Grandfather is lying on the right side of the bed with his back to us. My mom says that A and I should go say our goodbyes. We walk around the bed together to stand facing him. He opens his eyes which are this brilliant blue color I can't describe and there is a white light behind him, almost as though he's glowing. I can't see anyone else in the room anymore. He looks me dead in the eye and says 'Tell them that I'm okay. Tell them! I really like it here." And then he closes his eyes. The white light is gone and I can see everyone in the room again. No one in the dream acknowledges what just happened.
The strange(r) parts of the dream are that I'm not religious. I don't really believe that a heaven exists, much less the stereotypical blinding-white-light heaven. My grandfather and I were not close. Why in the world he chose me, I don't know. My cousin T no longer speaks to our family when they found out she had tried to bribe my grandfather into including her in the will. Why would she be there? Also very strange. And, after my grandfathers stroke, he couldn't speak very well. In the dream he spoke perfectly. Other family members, the ones that were closer to him, all had strange experiences at some point, like hearing his voice or driving past the graveyard and the radio announces his name as the winner of the contest, etc. but I am the only one who ever saw him.
Married / The Cookaholic Wife
I am totally riveted by theses stories!! Screw work, everyone keep posting!
Every summer since I was 7, my parents would send me to Japan to live with my grandparents and learn more about my "culture." The year before my senior year, I was in Japan and I woke up in the middle of the night crying uncontrollably. I had no idea why I was crying and I couldn't stop. I've never ever had night terrors or anything along these lines so I had no idea what was going on. My grandparents were so freaked out, they called my uncle who is a doctor to see what was wrong. After about an hour, I finally calmed down and went back to sleep.
The next morning, my best friend from back home called to tell me that our friend had been killed in a drunk driving accident that night.
Oh, if anyone wants to read some stories, there's a site called castleofspirits.com. I used to read it all of the time when I was younger. I'm sure some of it is made up, but the stories aren't bad.
Both of the experiences I put on here are on there somewhere. I'm going through the archives to look now.
Married / The Cookaholic Wife
Ooh, I have one!
My grandmother died when I was 8, but was my absolute favorite person. She would always tell me that I was going to do big things, and that she really wanted me to live up to my potential. Fast forward to post-college Mush, farting around working an office job, in a relationship that wasn't going anywhere. I was spending the weekend with my parents, and woke up with this crushing feeling in my chest. I couldn't get up out of the bed or call out to my parents. I had this overwhelming sensation that it was my grandmother, and she was going to literally take over for me, and get my life on track. I finally thought 'okay! I'll do it!' and the feeling went away. I decided that weekend to go to law school.
My parents live in this great old house built in the 1800s complete with a barn in the back that used to be a carriage house. The whole property felt like it had alot of history My sister and I were convinced that there was a secret underground passage between our house and the barn. We would have adventures and search for the passage in the backs of closets and bang on the walls like we were investigators. In a creaky, huge old house it was fun
As for ghost stories: my grandmother (my mother's mother) was my absolute favorite person. She would bring me to Broadway plays and I would visit her for the weekend alot. We had a very special bond. I always loved her house because it was decorated so beautifully, but especially loved her big grandfather clock that you had to wind up and would chime on the hour. She eventually passed away from cancer one early December and I was absolutely devastated. Then I found out she had left me the grandfather clock in her will. Since I was younger, we moved it to my parent's house and put it in the living room. When we moved it, we eventually didn't keep up with winding it so the gears didn't turn and it stopped chiming. A few Christmases later, though, my mom, me, my sister, and my aunt were spending our morning morning cooking in the kitchen and getting ready for guests when all of a sudden the clock chimed out of nowhere. Christmas was my grandmother's favorite time of year and we knew she was there in the house with us.
Then, my parents planted some morning glories to grow up an arbour we had in our yard. The wines overgrew the arbour but it never flowered for a couple years. It looked green and lush but no flowers and my parents gave up on it. Then, on Mother's Day, we were walking back into the house when we saw one blooming morning glory. My other swore it was a sign from her mother
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