Spooky Hospital Incident

By: Anonymous Story Submission

I remember this incident vividly despite it happening when I was still a kid. In fact most of my memories relating back to my childhood is fuzzy or I can’t remember much about it such as my primary school days. I was admitted to KK hospital and was warded in those wards with animals painted on the walls. Beside me is a child who was hooked up to several tubes and was always looking towards my side.  Regrettably, I would often draw the curtain to hide myself away from others including her. This is an action that I regret till today, seeing as how that action of mine possibly deny her the chance of seeing the outside world. I was young and don’t really know what is actually going on with me except that it is really serious. I was suffering from asthma than and was suspected to have a hole in the heart.  My parents than were extremely worried and would often take turns staying in the hospital to be by my side.  It so happen one night that I would suffer from an asthma attack and luckily I survived that ordeal. However what I remember most from that ordeal is not the effect it have on my body but rather the dreamlike sequence I had. In my dream than, I was at the lobby of the hospital where in the years when i was warded. People would often handle their administrative stuff or collect their medicine from there if I’m not wrong.  So in my dream, I was around that area and I was wandering around whereby i chanced upon a person in a wheelchair. That person whom was on the wheelchair was beckoning me to go over to him. He was wearing a hood over his head and I couldn’t make out his face as well. All I know is that he was draped in a navy blue overall with a hood as well. Thinking back, i guess i was lucky that i rejected his advance and walk away as the incident that stood out the most for me in this dream was that I actually saw the initials indicated on the side of the wheelchair… SA TAN God knows what would had happened if I had walked towards that figure in my dreams back than. Source

Gold Rush Ghosts Chronicles

Gold Rush Ghosts Chronicles: Things Can Get Spooky in Elk Grove

By PaulDaleRoberts

The day started off like any other day. There is rain outside, my dogs Pika and T-Rex are begging for their walk. They don't care if it rains or not. Sigh. But, I had to hold off on their walk. It was time to meet the paranormal group known as Gold Rush Ghosts. I met up with the team of Gold Rush Ghosts at an undisclosed location, where we conducted a meeting in regard to the upcoming investigations today. I said investigations in plural, because there are two investigations that will be conducted today. The first one is a private residence. The occupants and the residence are to remain confidential. I interviewed one of the occupants, a lovely long haired blonde woman with a statuesque pose when she enters the room. As I surveyed the Gold Rush Ghosts team, I did a mental roll call. Present for the investigations today are the following paranormal investigators: Nancy Bradley - Celebrity Psychic; Robert Reppert - Lead Investigator; Chris Grissom; Rodney Roberts; Paul Dale Roberts; Catherine Noble; Maria Muzzy; Danielle Carpenter; Liz Harrison; Millieanne Jackson; Renee Miller and Layne Miller. Wow! A very capable team to accomplish any challenges that we may face this day. Speaking of which... The day today is Sunday, January 27, 2008.
Now to my interview with the blonde haired woman occupant. She tells me that her neighbor across the street lives in a haunted home. The neighbors originally lived in a haunted home in Red Bluff, California. When they brought certain objects over from their old home to their new home, it appeared that the entities followed them to their new home. At times the neighbors from across the street have paid visits with the occupants of the haunted home we are investigating. She tells me that during family events, there has been many pictures taken inside of her home and she never captured any orb pictures. About 3 1/2 months ago, she started capturing orb pictures, which she thought was unusual. Then she tells me the fun began, here is what she relates to me.
1. Her husband makes sure that all of the lights are off in the house, he cannot sleep if even one light is on. One night at 3am, they both woke up, because the kitchen light came on by itself.
2. Her husband while laying in bed, heard a woman's voice shout his name 2 inches from his exposed ear. At the time, his wife was not at home. There was no one else in the house.
3. One of their dogs acts crazy around the house and acts like he is chasing some unknown entity within the house.
4. A mysterious blue light radiated the bedroom for a period of 2 seconds. They could not find the origin of the light source.
5. A pair of shoes was found on the computer room chair. Both of them, do not at anytime leave shoes on the chair. Now here is the interesting part. The shoes were given to them by their neighbors as a gift. These are the neighbors that live in a haunted home across the street from them. The shoes when given to them as a gift, was given to them 3 1/2 months ago, the same time as when the activity started. I was eyeing these pair of shoes and thinking I could sell them on ebay as haunted shoes, going price...hmmmm...$5,000.00. Okay, let me get off my money making schemes and concentrate on the investigation.
As we set up video cameras throughout the house, the orb activity started immediately. We had orbs flying out of the bathroom, through doors. We had a lot of orb activity in the closet. We had orbs that moved right, then left, hover and fly up. We had orbs that seemed to follow certain people. This was all captured on various video cameras. Without digital cameras, we captured many orbs, we even captured 2 dark orbs that seem to cling to the wall and moved 1 foot down, to be captured again on film. We took one picture of Robert Reppert and there seemed to be an orb that sat on his shoulder. Robert captured an odd EVP, which sounded like an unusual rustling noise and there was nothing around to make that rustling noise. All of the evidence from this house investigation will be analyzed and placed on the Gold Rush Ghosts website.
When we left this private residence, we convoyed over to the Elk Grove Brewery. We set up cameras to tape Nancy Bradley's paranormal show and Nancy and I, conducted interviews with the employees. The employees interviewed were: Staci Honey, Nicole Grogan, Heather Loft, Danica Beardsley and Keturah Lowe. Danica and Keturah have only been working at the Brewery for a short period of time and have not experienced anything paranormal yet. The stories that Heather, Staci and Nicole relate are everything from hearing a baby crying. They tell me at times, their chefs have felt presences in the kitchen area. Some patrons who claim the ability of clairvoyance, have detected the presence of entities. One of the employees said she was grabbed at the waist by a ghost with a strong grip, she suspected it was a male entity. In the ladies' room strange creaking noises have been heard. One of the weirdest experiences is when a female patron went into the lady's room, she saw eyes staring at her, when she frantically left the lady's room, the eyes followed her out to the bar. Some employees feel like they are being watched. Some employees say that they have seen moving darting shadowy figures. Nancy using her psychic abilities, picked up on an entity named Margie. Nancy describes the entity as being 5' 5" or 5' 7". Nancy says that she has gray hair and it's tied up into a ball. The entity has a cute round face, eyes that sparkle. The entity is also heavy set or possibly big bone and is wearing an old fashioned apron with pink designs. As Nancy walked around she was picking up on Margie's last name, it starts with a 'C' and could be possibly an Italian last name. As Nancy concentrated, images flashed in her mind. Images of Margie coming to America on a boat. While Margie was on this boat, she was afraid of the water. All of Margie's belongings were placed in a chest. Margie adored the contents of the chest and the chest itself. Margie's intention was to be a hand maid in America, but instead she found herself working in the kitchen. Nancy gathered that Margie came over at the age of 16 and died when she was 54. Margie was planning to settle down with a family in San Francisco, but instead found herself in Sacramento, after the family moved. One of Margie's specialties was skinning snakes and cooking them. The eating of snakes could have been one of her delicacies.
As Nancy picked up on the information on Margie, she later picked up on the energy of a short man that happens to follow one of the cook's around. When Nancy focuses on something with her psychic abilities, her eyes are focused on the unseen object. You can actually follow Nancy's eyes as she sees things that we can't see. As the Gold Rush Ghosts investigative teams were on their assignments, the employees allowed us to investigate the upstairs areas and the basement. The team has so far taken pictures of various orb activity. There is one photograph that shows an orb splitting into two separate orbs. The EVPs have not been fully analyzed yet and I will let Robert Reppert place that information in our FINDINGS and CONCLUSIONS.
One of the investigators had a fully charged camera and the batteries instantly drained. A possible source of this problem is when an entity or entities take the energy from a power source, such as batteries.
We had two great investigations today and I am looking forward to the results of this investigation. This is where I let Robert take it away. Robert?
ROBERT REPPERT'S FINDINGS: When we arrived at the first location, I started to take photographs of the site. First to show the lay out of the site and then to see if any orb activity would appear. To my surprise I was able to catch two Dark Orbs in one room of the residence. A Dark Orb is where the orb absorbs the light of the flash and does not reflect it back to the camera. I was also able to catch some light blue orbs around the shoes that were presented to us. Upon further investigation with Infrared cameras we were able to capture the orb activity moving around the shoes first. We then moved the camera to different places around the home. Upon placing the camera in the master closet, We were able to view a flurry of Orb activity and also abnormally high EMF readings. I was finally lucky enough to catch an EVP around the shoes that we are enhancing as we speak. We then moved on to the Brewery.
My Main Job at the Brewery was to film the interviews with Nancy, Paul, and the staff of the Brewery but I also got to do some filming in the building as well. The Basement: this area of the building has been reported as having the sound of a baby crying. Upon entering the basement I could feel the heavy air hanging around me but I heard no sounds of infants. Our team of investigators were able to get an array of orb photos and a few EVPs. We could not get most of the building dark enough to use our nightshot and infrared cameras. On a technical note, I could indentify that the building looked to be constructed around the late 1800's or the early 1900's and it appeared to have had a store on the main level and possibly rooms for rent on the top floor which is consisitant with that era. The brick building sits in which was the center of old Elk Grove with only one other brick building that sits to the West of it.
ROBERT REPPERT'S CONCLUSION: The fact that several people have heard the infant crying, warrants some deeper research into what this building may have been in the past as well as it's occupants. The main areas of sightings were reported to be the basement, the kitchen, and the Lady's bathroom. With the initial investigation over, I can conclude that the brewery has many reports of activity and deserves further probing into it's activity. The private residence has proven to us to have spirit activity. We have encouraged the occupants to enjoy the energy and that there is nothing to fear about the activity. The evedence shows that there is someone or something that likes to be at this place.
Paul Dale Roberts, HPI and GRG Ghostwriter, Ghosthunter
Paranormal Investigator for Haunted and Paranormal Investigations of Northern California
and Gold Rush Ghosts
Email: JazmaPika@cs.com
www.hpiparanormal.net
http://www.goldrushghosts.com/
http://www.nancybradley.org/
www.ghostgirls.net
www.hauntedamericatours.com
www.jazmaonline.com
http://ghostgirls.net/ghostgirlscast.html
http://www.ghostsandstories.com/paul.html
Paranormal Cellular Hotline: 916 203 7503 (for comments on this story).
Be on the lookout for the:HPI NORTHERN CA PARANORMAL CONFERENCE at the Brookdale Lodge May 16-18th, 2008 and I will be on the new TV series called Ghost Girls at www.GhostGirls.net
And be on the lookout for the NOSCARS Award Ceremony
Feb 14th, 2008 go to: http://www.ghostgirls.net/Noscars.html
If you have a possible investigation call: 1-888-709-4HPI


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Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark

Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark

Author	Alvin Schwartz
Illustrator	Stephen Gammell
Cover artist	Stephen Gammell
Country	United States
Language	English
Genre	Horror, Children's
Publisher	Harper & Row
Published	1981-1991

Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark is a series of three children's books written by Alvin Schwartz and illustrated by Stephen Gammell. The scary stories of the title are pieces of folklore and urban legends collected and adapted by Schwartz. The titles of the books are Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark (1981), More Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark (1984), and Scary Stories 3 : More Tales To Chill Your Bones (1991).

Overview

The first volume was published in 1981, and the books have subsequently been collected in both a box set and a single volume. There is also an audiobook version of each book, read by George S. Irving. The audiobooks are presented in unabridged format with the exception of a handful of missing stories from the first book.
This series is listed as being the most challenged series of books from 1990–1999^[1] and seventh most challenged from 2000-2009 ^[2] by the American Library Association for its violence. The surreal and nightmarish illustrations contained within are also a frequently challenged component of the original books.
To celebrate the books' 30th anniversary in 2011, Scholastic re-released them with new illustrations from Brett Helquist, the illustrator of A Series of Unfortunate Events. This has come under severe criticism from fans of Gammell's illustrations, citing that they are not as effective or as scary as the originals.^[3]

Books

#	Title	Original published date	Pages	ISBN
1	Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark	October 14, 1981	128	ISBN 0-397-31970-1
Stories include: 1. The Big Toe, 2. The Walk, 3. "What Do You Come For?", 4. Me Tie Dough-ty Walker!, 5. A Man Who Lived in Leeds, 6. Old Woman All Skin and Bone, 7. The Thing, 8. Cold as Clay, 9. The White Wolf, 10. The Haunted House, 11. The Guests, 12. The Hearse Song, 13. The Girl Who Stood on a Grave, 14. A New Horse, 15. Alligators, 16. Room for One More, 17. The Wendigo, 18. The Dead Man's Brains, 19. "May I Carry Your Basket?", 20. The Hook, 21. The White Satin Evening Gown, 22. High Beams, 23. The Babysitter, 24. The Viper, 25. The Attic, 26. The Slithery-Dee, 27. Aaron Kelly's Bones, 28. Wait til Martin Comes, 29. The Ghost with the Bloody Fingers.
2	More Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark	October 31, 1984	112	ISBN 0-812-44914-3
Stories include: 1. Something was Wrong, 2. The Wreck, 3. One Sunday Morning, 4. Sounds, 5. A Weird Blue Light, 6. Somebody Fell From Aloft, 7. The Little Black Dog, 8. Clinkity-Clink, 9. The Bride, 10. Rings on Her Fingers 11. The Drum, 12. The Window, 13. Wonderful Sausage, 14. The Cat's Paw, 15. The Voice, 16. "Oh, Susannah!", 17. The Man in the Middle, 18. Cat in a Shopping Bag, 19. The Bed by the Window, 20. The Dead Man's Hand, 21. A Ghost in the Mirror, 22. The Curse, 23. The Church, 24. The Bad News, 25. Cemetery Soup, 26. The Brown Suit, 27. BA-ROOOM!, 28. Thumpity-Thump.
3	Scary Stories 3: More Tales to Chill Your Bones	September 1, 1991	128	ISBN 0-590-13589-4
Stories include: 1. The Appointment, 2. The Bus Stop, 3. Faster and Faster, 4. Just Delicious, 5. Hello, Kate!, 6. The Black Dog, 7. Footsteps, 8. Like Cat's Eyes, 9. Bess, 10. Harold, 11. The Dead Hand, 12. Such Things Happen, 13. The Wolf Girl, 14. The Dream, 15. Sam's New Pet, 16. Maybe You Will Remember, 17. The Red Spot, 18. No, Thanks, 19. The Trouble, 20. Strangers, 21. The Hog, 22. Is Something Wrong?, 23. It's Him!, 24. T-H-U-P-P-P-P-P-P-P!, 25. You May Be Next...

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A Blast From The Past

By curiousDevu

 

This story is from monsoon '13, I don't remember the exact month except that it rained continuously and heavily, the skies were overcast and the rain pounded the roof and the windows. I had taken a day off from college, a fake sick leave like Ferris Bueller but unlike the beautiful spring day in Chicago, I was faced with a ton of assignments and heavy rains.
This was the first time I had experienced any kind of spiritual phenomena in my house except for the episode of hearing someone or something imitating my mom's voice, this incident was relatively more terrifying than anything I experienced before. I wasn't remotely scary but it scared me to the point of paranoia. I apologize in advance for the length of my story as I know it will be long.
As I said before it was a rainy day and I had a lot of assignments to take care of, none of my friends were there to help me so my mood wasn't really great. Grudgingly, I sat down at my desk and was writing (read copying from Wiki) my assignment. I did it for the better part of two hours when I started feeling cramps and aches, deciding to tackle the papers in the evening I yawned and settled for a nap, right there in the chair. I grabbed a stuffed bunny and fell asleep. The weather was really great for a nap, the dark skies, comforting sound of the rains and cool winds blowing in the room from the outdoors, I slept like a baby. I didn't know how long I was asleep but when I woke up it was six o'clock in the evening.
I had slept for nearly 6 hours I thought as I had given up on assignments at half past 11 in the morning; it was very dark when I woke up. The house was covered in darkness, it had stopped raining but the cloud cover had darkened everything. I didn't know what woke me up, I was getting out of bed to switch on a light as the entire house was dark when I thought I heard someone beside me. I saw my mom, I will say that again, I saw my mom the way she looked 15 years ago. There was something eerily wrong with the picture, she looked very pale and was shaking, she was crying and was hugging someone who heavily resembled me. It was my sister, the way she looked when she was 8. I called their names a few times but they simply kept on ignoring me.
I took in as much as I could of the scene, it couldn't have lasted even a minute. Yet I remember everything about the scene, my mom had half collapsed on the floor because of her crying and Diane was holding her tightly. Mom's hair was waist length; she never grows it past her shoulders now, I remembered their dresses, their inconsolable crying and just the whole scene. I wanted to shout but no sound escaped my mouth, I was about to stand up and go comfort them when the entire scene just melted away. I don't know how else to describe it. As soon as I stood up, I could see our new carpet and upholstered furniture which strangely enough were absent a few seconds ago. Mom and Di had simply vanished. The sound of pouring rain brought me back to reality; I was unable to wrap my head around the situation and didn't know what to make of it. I immediately grabbed my cell and called mom and asked her to come home as soon as she could, my petrified voice convinced to her to drop everything and hurry home.
I described her in detail the scene I witnessed and the more I talked, the more concerned she became. I had even gone to the length of describing her clothing and when I was finished, she broke down. She said she remembered it, it was the day my father had passed away and she had come home and just collapsed. Diane, my sister, was there with her, but 3 year old me was at my grandma's place in Pune she was telling me. My mom was shocked by the details I gave and kept on repeating "You weren't even there, how could you possibly know that?"
I repeated my story; it was like travelling back in time except it had taken place of its own accord. I spoke to my best friend Vidya about it and she opines that maybe the incident which I witnessed had so much energy that it left its imprint in the house and when the conditions were right, the depressing weather and me just waking up might have made me open to witness it.
I have no idea why those events took place, maybe Vidya was right but what I saw unnerved me. I couldn't get that incident out of my head but since I didn't have time to write about it a few months back, I am writing it now. Please feel free to leave your opinions in the comments section, I thank you for taking the time to read this,
Devyani.

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A lady In White

By: Anonymous Story Submission

To this day I believe I met something supernatural in 1975 and whenever I think about what I experienced that night, goose pimples just mushroomed on my limbs and body. I was then living with my parents in Rawang, Selangor. I had night classes in Petaling Jaya for some days of the week and I used to drive my faithful Datsun 1200 BAA 131 to attend these classes. I could still remember that it was on 4th April 1975, a Friday. My class was over at 9:30pm. As it was a Friday, I joined a few of my classmates at Section 5 for a bite before going home. I left for home at 11 pm and the only way back to Rawang then was through the old Ipoh road that passed through the Kanching Pass, a stretch of winding uphill road just after where Selayang Baru is today and before Templar Park. I reached the bottom of the Pass at about 11:40 pm and I spotted a woman in white carrying a red bundle that appeared to be an infant on the opposite side of the road at a bus stop. My immediate thought was …..”you are not going to get a bus!! The last bus of Len Omnibus from Rawang was at 10pm and there are no more buses after that!” The road going through the Pass was a single lane and narrow. There wasn’t any car following me and certainly none overtook me during the 2 – 3 km climb up the Pass. I reached the top of the Pass and was on the descent when I suddenly spotted the same woman in white carrying that red bundle and this time round (my goose pimples again even after 38 years!!) she was on my side of the road and she was attempting to wave at me to stop my car for her!! I step on the accelerator but couldn’t resist a glance to pick up a reflection of her through my rear mirror! I saw NOTHING!! There was a morbid fear at that time that she was already seated in the rear seat of my car. It could have been an attack of goose pimples then as I certainly felt an eerie presence and an instant drop of the temperature in the car! I kept praying but just didn’t have the guts to look back to verify whether she was there!! It was such a relief when I saw the first few houses of the town. It was only then that I dared to look at the rear seat. What I saw sent another chill through my soul! (Then and even now!!) There was a white towel on the seat …. an object that certainly was not mine!! Source

Ghost Story from India

Posted by snukij

One night, when Jadhav was returning home at around 1:15 am after completing his third shift, he encountered a strange thing. He saw a man standing in front of him on the railway tracks, accompanied with a cycle. This man was blocking the whole crossing by placing the cycle across the road of the crossing. Jadhav saw this man, but was unable to see his face since the man was facing away from Jadhav.
At first, Jadhav asked the man to leave his way, but there was no response. After a couple of requests, Jadhav started using abusive language to persuade the man to leave the tracks, but there was still no reply. Finally, Jadhav decided to get rid of that man using some physical force. Jadhav was pretty confident about himself since he had a good physique with a height of 5 feet 11 inches and a weight of 85kg, whereas the man confronting Jadhav seemed a physically weak guy of around 45 kgs, and was only somewhere around 5 feet 2 inches tall. Jadhav stepped ahead to grip the shoulder of the man, but when Jadhav touched him, the man suddenly turned around facing Jadhav.
Jadhav saw his face and felt that it seemed something different, his face was totally white and his eyes were so deep that they weren't visible. Before Jadhav could make any move, that man landed a tight slap on Jadhav's face. The slap was so hard that Jadhav fell five feet behind on the ground. It would have been a really difficult task for a man of that height and physique to overpower a huge guy like Jadhav. Jadhav somehow managed to get up immediately but found that the man, along with his cycle, were both missing.
Fear ran through Jadhav's mind as he realized that it wasn't human. Jadhav started running towards the railway platform, which was around 200 meters from the spot. Jadhav somehow reached the railway platform and then ran all the way to his house.
From that night, Jadhav suffered from high fever along with dystentry for one week. His family performed some Puja and Havan to rid him of this fever.
Today, Jadhav lives in Pune, India. Even after more than thirty years after that incident, Jadhav still remembers that night.
I still hear people saying that the railway tracks near the crossing are haunted, and some years back, a flyover bridge was constructed on the railway crossing.

by Meenakshi


Source:  Real Ghost Webs    

Real Scary Child Boy Ghost In Amityville

In an interview with George Lutz IN 2003, he was asked about this photo, and here is his reply. George Lutz and his family were the ones tormented in Amityville.

The first time that picture was shown was on the Merv Griffin show back in 1979. It was discovered 3 years after it was taken. Gene Campbell, who was a professional photographer, was brought into the house in 1976 when the Warrens went in with their team. He set up an automatic camera on the 2nd floor landing that shot off infrared film, black and white, throughout the night. There are literally rolls of film with nothing on them. There's only one picture of the little boy. In 1979, I was putting together a book that has yet to be published that included the photographs.

The secretary I had at the time was about eight months pregnant. We had dozens of these pictures to choose from that didn't have the boy, and she asked me: "Which one should we put in the book?" I told her to just pick one. She came running back into my office about 5 minutes later saying that every time she picked up the photograph with the boy, the baby kicked her. We then asked my kids if they knew who this was. Missy said it was the little boy she used to play with in the house. I then called the Warrens and the photographer and let them know about the picture."

The ghostly image seems to match the youngest DeFeo family member who was murdered in the house.

 

 

Source:  Realscaryghost

Don't Play Ouija

by snukij

I am in my late 30s and now living in Massachusetts where I grew up. I was a middle child of five in a very close family. When we were really young, my two younger sisters and I were always fascinated with the unknown. We would look in the obituaries in the newspaper to see who had recently passed away and we would have séances in our garage with some other local neighborhood kids. Usually nothing would happen, but a couple of times some weird things happened that we just could not explain.

When my sisters and I were in high school, we learned about Ouija boards. We bought one and began to play with it. Two of us would get on it and the other would write everything down. At first it was fun. We talked to several different spirits that told us where they were from and about their families, etc. This went on for weeks, then gradually things started getting a little scary. Eventually, every time we got on the board, the same spirit would come on, who was not very nice. He told us he was the devil and he was going to get us somehow. He called him self "Zozo." When a friend of ours confronted our priest about this name, he got very angry and told us we should not be playing with Ouija boards; they were not toys and we could get into trouble. He gave his Sunday sermon on the subject.

Needless to say, we stopped playing with it. Then, while still in high school, one of my sister's best friends lost her sister in a van accident. She and her sister were very close. She knew of our adventures with our Ouija board and begged my sister to let her come over and use it to talk to her deceased sister. Hesitantly, my sister sat down with her and contacted her sister with the board. Her friend bawled and told her sister how much she loved her and missed her. She didn't want to live anymore without her and wished she could be with her. About two weeks later, my sister's friend died... in a van accident - exactly the way that her sister had died. My sister took the Ouija board and put it out with the trash, and none of us has touched one since.

by Anonymous

 

 

Source:  http://real-ghosts.webs.com

The World's Most Haunted Places

 

Many places you might not have heard of.

New Page Books

 

If you have the good fortune to be able to travel around the U.S., Canada, and even abroad, you would be wise to help satisfy your craving for the paranormal by bringing along Jeff Belanger's great reference work, The World's Most Haunted Places.
Jeff is the founder of the Internet's GhostVillage.com and he has written several other books about ghosts, haunted places, and the supernatural. He brings to this book his extensive knowledge of these places where ghosts have been felt, heard, seen, and documented. In fact, he's investigated many of these creepy houses, hotels, castles, and institutions personally.
In this new revised edition of the book, Jeff gives us all the details on such far-flung places as: The Catacomb Museum in Paris, France; Big Nose Kate's Saloon in Tombstone, Arizona; Ordsall Hall in Salford, England; and the Alaskan Hotel in Juneau, Alaska -- among many others.
You'll be brought face-to-face with the ghost of Abraham Lincoln at the White House; Mercy Brown, the Rhode Island Vampire; Resurrection Mary at Resurrection Cemetery; and The White Witch of Rose Hall Great House -- and lots more.
Jeff has done a great job of presenting all of the folklore, haunted history, as well as the personal experiences of the people he has interviewed who have worked at, lived in, or visited these ghost-infested locations.

The World's Creepiest Places

We go from the "world's most haunted" to the "world's creepiest"... and surprisingly there isn't much overlap. That's because author Bob Curran has really scoured the planet to find the creep factor in really out-of-the-way places and remote areas, many of which you probably haven't heard of before. In The World's Creepiest Places, he has really found amazing places and stories of their specters from all over the world.
For example:

• The Capuchin Cemetery in Palermo, Sicily, which has been described as "the realm of the living dead"
• Csejthe Castle in Csejthe, Hungary, where the ghost of Countess Elizabeth Bathory -- alleged to be a vampire and blood drinker -- still roams
• Eilean Mor in The Flannan Isles, Scotland, an isolated spot from which the lighthouse keepers mysteriously vanished
• Houska Castle in Blatce, Czech Repubic, thought to be one of the most haunted such structures in Europe, where a bloody, headless horse has been seen
• Mortemer Abbey in Normandy, France, where the ghost of the White Lady drifts through the ruins
• ...and many more exotic places.

Curran provides remarkably detailed accounts of these locations' dreary histories as well as the various phenomena that have been reported there. It's fascinating reading.


Full Article: http://paranormal.about.com/

Philadelphia Weirdness

 

Night Brings the Hag!

For centuries, folklore, or what has become known as "the unexplained," has grown as a vast jigsaw, an immense puzzle made up of many differing, equally complex parts, whether in the form of monsters, ghosts, UFOs, crop circles, voodoo, spontaneous human combustion, telepathy, healing powers, or what have you. However, one of the most frightening enigmas to lurk deep within the network of weirdness pertains to the legend of the "Old Hag," often connected to bouts of sleep paralysis where sleeping victims, usually lying on their backs, are frozen and unable to move, and then succumb to what was once known as "witch riding" where an unknown presence enters the room and straddles the chest of the victim, pushing down upon the rib-cage.
In these horrifying "night terrors" or nightmares, the victim is only able to break the spell by forcing movement, which in turn extinguishes the presence. In many cases, such incidents have involved scary encounters with figures resembling old crones, and vampires of the astral plane.

At Woodcrest Hall, situated within Cabrini College in Delaware County, there is a rumor that such a presence appears to many girls who reside there. Witnesses usually describe being pushed down upon and unable to speak as a crushing weight is placed upon them. The college itself is a very haunted area and maybe the nightly intruder is a wandering spirit, although it appears to be closer related to the incubus and succubus, which are male and female demons. Such bizarre entities most certainly spawned the legend of today's modern vampire and films such as The Entity.
The "Hag of Pine Street" in Philadelphia was said to be an eerie specter of a woman who had died in a home on the south side of Pine Street, between Sixth and Seventh.
Passers-by often saw the forlorn apparition gazing from the window and weird screams and groans were often reported coming from the house. The house remained vacant for many years due to the terrifying hag legend, but one owner, a lady named Betsy Bassett, allegedly drove the malignant spirit from the place by enlisting a voodoo priest.
In 1982 the University Of Pennsylvania Press (Philadelphia) published the important work, The Terror that Comes in the Night by David J. Hufford. It remains the ultimate study of "hag attacks."
Despite scientific opinion that such attacks and terrors are caused by tiredness, stress, diet, and over-active imagination, there is still no explanation as to why victims nearly always describe the same life-sucking hag, and encounters with this entity continue to this day.
Image (The Nightmare by John Henry Fuseli) via Flickr user Thomas Roche


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The Terror Thast Comes in the Night (1982 UOPP) by David J. Hufford
Philadelphia Ghost Stories (1998 Exter House) by Charles J. Adams
Pennsylvania Haunts & History

Grave's End: A True Ghost Story

Book Review: Grave's End: A True Ghost Story

Ghostly whisperings, suffocating attacks in the night and a tragic secret in a hidden basement room create a vortex of paranormal horror in this case of a real haunting

More of this Feature • Take the poll Join the Discussion "My mom tells me of a haunted apartment we lived in. On many occasions, she would stop what she was doing (in the kitchen washing dishes or making the bed in the bedroom) because of hearing heavy footsteps in the hallway, near the front door. She'd wait and listen, open the door to see if someone was coming - nothing, and eventually they would diminish. On several occasions she would see a man standing in the hall by the bathroom, but ever so quickly he was gone. A lady in the building had a son around 6 and a little baby. That lady said, "There was a tragedy here years ago" It was either a son who killed the family members and then himself or it was the father that killed the family members and then himself - not sure - but I see the man and the woman all the time, and I hear the man's heavy footsteps in the hall. Mom said "I only see a man but I hear the foot steps too." Read more of this discussion thread Related Resources • The Malevolent Ghost • Poltergeists: Three Famous Cases Elsewhere on the Web • An Online Chat with Hans Holzer

Ever since it was revealed that Jay Anson's 1977 book The Amityville Horror was almost certainly a hoax - after it was labeled and marketed as a true story - I have approached other such-labeled books about the paranormal with a higher degree of skepticism. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.

When I received Grave's End: A True Ghost Story (Llewellyn Publications) several weeks ago, The Amityville Horror hoax came immediately to mind. The setting of the story, for one thing - a section of southern Brooklyn called Gravesend - seemed just too fitting.
After reading the book, however, and subsequently hearing an interview with author Elaine Mercado, I found the story quite believable - as believable as any tale of poltergeist activity, psychokinetic phenomena, disembodied voices, ghosts and psychic cleansing can be. I've been immersed in this subject long enough and corresponded with enough people with similar or related experiences to know that such things are not only possible, but may be more common than most people would care to acknowledge. The cause of all this phenomena is open to debate - spirits, psychic energy from the living or some other unknown - but there's no denying that it exists and that people experience it on a daily basis. Elaine Mercado's family were some of those people.
The Mercados - Elaine, her husband, and two young daughters, Karin and Christine - bought their house in Brooklyn, New York in the winter of 1982. Although it needed a lot of work and there were some difficulties with the former owners, in many respects it was the house of their dreams. It soon became the house of their nightmares, however. Almost from the beginning, Elaine and Karin (11 at the time) were nagged by the feeling of "being watched." And from there the bizarre phenomena continued and escalated over a 13-year period, and was relieved finally by a renowned ghost hunter and a medium.
Grave's End has all the elements of a good ghost story: an ordinary American family caught in extraordinary circumstances, unexplained phenomena, a threat to health and well-being, surprising revelations about the cause of the haunting, and the "rescue" by the ghostbusters. Elaine Mercado, a registered nurse by profession, unfolds the story in this, her first book, in a sincere, conversational style that lends to its credibility. She avoids sensationalism and hyperbole, and presents the events as they happened to her in a tone that reflects her own astonishment at the puzzling, incredible phenomena and her deep concern for her family through it all.
Paralleling the ghostly phenomena is the disintegration of Elaine's marriage and an eventual divorce. Although her husband does not experience - or perhaps acknowledge - as much of the haunting as Elaine and her daughters, it is a source of tension between the parents. Yet Elaine makes it clear that it is not the cause of the breakup.
And what they endure over the 13 years, measured against almost any other case of a haunting, is remarkable. The feelings of being intently watched by some unseen entity can be unnerving enough, but these quickly are accompanied by a range of physical phenomena: scratching and banging noises, strange behavior of the pet cat that seems to sense something, objects being moved, a roving misty figure, eerie shadows, mysterious balls of light, and even full-blown ghostly apparitions. Most frightening are the episodes of sleep paralysis or night terrors that Elaine and her daughters fall victim to. They awake in the night, unable to move, and with the terrifying feeling of suffocation and an unknown presence in the room. These episodes occur so frequently that the women both expect and dread them.
Most fascinating is the suspected focal point of the haunting: a small dirt room in the basement of the house. It is here that the ghost hunter and his companion medium discover the secret of the haunting. And this is no run-of-the-mill ghost hunter. Elaine is fortunate to enlist the services of Hans Holzer, whose name and reputation bring a great deal of credibility to this story. Holzer, the author of more than 100 books on ghosts, hauntings and paranormal phenomena has a decades-long reputation as an expert paranormal investigator and one of the world's foremost authorities on such matters. (Holzer also wrote the introduction to Grave's End.) And he brings with him a respected medium, Marisa Anderson. Together they are able to contact the entities in the house, who themselves may have been the victims of a centuries-old tragedy.
When reading a story like this, the question repeatedly comes to mind: Why on earth would this family stay in a house where such horrifying things are taking place? To her credit, Elaine Mercado addresses this enigma several times in the book with plausibility. According to the book jacket, in fact, she still lives in the once-haunted house.

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Haunted Trailer

by MJ

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As a kid, there was a space of about four years that my mom, stepdad, sister and I shared a 3/2 double-wide. This was not in a trailer park, but rather on an acre of land in North Florida, where we had neighbors as well as open land around us. In other words, we were in the country, but we were nowhere overly remote.
My mom and stepdad were catering a party, and they entrusted me with my sister for the night. At the time, my sister was around four years old. My friend that lived across the street, Marlie, was also staying over to keep us company, and we were told that if anything went wrong, to go back to Marlie's house, because her mother was home. There was no contact number for my mother, which worried her particularly, but I assured her that we would be okay. After all, I was in 7th grade, had always been a responsible girl, and I seriously wanted for Mom to trust me to stay home alone at night whether I was babysitting or not.
Before I go further, I must mention that there had been some paranormal phenomena in this place, but it was minor, and the things that happened were more along the lines of DOP phenomena and an occasional flash in the corner of one's eye that was not convincing enough to be called spooky. I never gave these incidents a whole lot of thought, and never mentioned them to Marlie, much less my little sister.
The night began on a fun note. We ate an incredible meal that Mom had left for us, my sister was behaving, and for the most part, playing with our calico kitten, Katie. All of us were in the living room watching television. Then, we heard the noises in my mother's bedroom. She had a creaky bed that made noises when anyone sat on it, and that was the first thing we heard, followed by the slamming open of the sliding closet door. Being the "brave" one, I went to investigate, and found the that there was an impression on the bed that looked as though someone were lying on it, and the closet door was wide open. Even my sister knew something was amiss here, because my mother's nickname is Mrs. Clean, and you can bounce quarters off a bed made by her. Leaving a closet door open is almost a mortal sin. Marlie and I laughingly blamed a ghost, and were about to sit down once more when we heard yet another noise.
This time, the noise had come from my bedroom. Anyone that has ever lived in a trailer will know that footsteps and anything dropped will be heard even in the largest of trailers, and this sounded like someone had taken a large book and thrown it to the floor. It was really loud. By this time, my sister was clutching her cat, whom I desperately wanted to blame for this stuff, in her arms, looking nervous, and Marlie, like me, kept her cool for the toddler's sake. The three of us went to investigate, and found that my room was undisturbed.
Then, the noises began to come from everywhere. There was loud banging on the windows, and we ran from window to window hoping to catch whoever it was trying to scare us, because we wanted to think that someone was out there trying to freak us out, even though it would not have explained what happened in my mom's room and mine. There was nothing, and it was a moonlit night, so anyone that might have been in the yard would have had a hard time hiding, much less banging on more than one window at once, which is what it culminated to.
At this point, Marlie armed herself with a baseball bat, and I took up a butcher knife, and we all camped out in the kitchen to decide what to do. I thought to make a run for Marlie's mom, but Marlie talked me out of it, thinking that if there were living culprits, they might still be out there and opening the door would be more dangerous than just staying put. We could not call Marlie's mom because their phone was broken. My sister was in hysterics at this point, and the noises had not stopped. Calming my sister down enough to make her listen, I told her that I was going to call the police, and not to tell Mom, or she would be afraid to let me babysit ever again.
When the police arrived, they looked all over the property for footprints around the house and found none. We calmly explained what had happened, and Marlie's mom, seeing the commotion, came over, backing up our story about my mother's whereabouts and assuring the police that neither Marlie nor myself were the type to make things up. The police left, and Marlie's mom listened to the story once more. She was convinced that it was nothing living, but graciously gave her daughter the choice as to whether or not she wanted to stay. Marlie, surprisingly, decided to stay, and we set up a signal, so that if we needed her mom to return, we could just flash the living room lights three times. Things quieted down after that.
Shortly afterward, the three of us camped out in my room with the cat. Marlie and I had a hard time sleeping, but did not want to leave my sister alone while she slept, still cuddled with her tolerant cat. For hours, we could hear the whisperings of what seemed like a group of people outside the bedroom door that were just quiet enough to be heard without their words being understood. We were so relieved when my mom got home, but I never told her what had happened until the next day when my sister started to talk about it, breaking her promise, as four year olds will do.
To this day, I still don't know what to make of what happened there that night. Weird things always happened in that trailer, but never to that degree before or since. My sister, now 22, remembers this event as though it happened yesterday, young as she was. When we talk about it now, we still don't understand it.


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The Green Ghost Under the Bed

by Cristina D.

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I was four years old and living in a townhouse in Maryland at the time of the only paranormal experience I ever had. At the time, my little brother and I were sharing a bunk bed in a small room – he slept on the top bunk and I slept on the bottom. We kept most of our toys under the bed because the room was so small. So whenever I wanted to play with a toy, I'd just go and pop my head in between the wall and the bedside and take one out to play with. I loved doing this.
Late one night, when my brother and the rest of the household were fast asleep, I still found myself wide awake. No matter what I did, I just couldn't fall asleep. I remember looking out the window at the night sky and sighing because I was trying so hard to sleep. Eventually, being bored stiff, I thought, "What the heck, I'll just grab a toy from under the bed and play with it until I fall asleep." So I stuck my head under the bed... only to see what was a greenish male being – something like a green gnome – with wide-open, large, human-like eyes sitting, smiling and playing with one of the toys under my bed! I distinctly remember him being completely focused on playing with the toy, smiling and making exclamations of joy in the same way a baby or toddler does when playing with a fun toy. I remember the toy itself was making the usual sounds toys make when played with. I don't remember what he was wearing, but I'm pretty sure he was wearing something.
He was probably about 10 inches away from where my face was and he was very surprised to see me. But he wasn't scared at all. He seemed happy and very curious to see me and, throwing the toy aside, he inched himself toward me. I remember his huge smile and big eyes getting closer to me and I, of course, completely freaked out. This all happened within a matter of seconds. I specifically remember my face contorting into an expression of shock and fear and I just couldn't get my head out from under the bed fast enough.
I just stayed in bed for the rest of the night as there was no way I was getting out of that bed. I was absolutely convinced that he was going to reach out his hand from under the bed and grab me or something because I had seen him when I wasn't supposed to. But nothing happened after that. After a couple of hours of being awake and afraid, I ended up falling asleep.
The strange thing was that before and after I dunked my head under the bed, I could hear absolutely nothing – it was all perfectly still and quiet in my room. But when I was seeing him, I was aware of the noise he was making. I swear this really happened to me, and I think it only came about because I caught him completely off-guard. It was not a dream. Needless to say, I never dunked my head under the bed again after that.

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The Choking Old Crone

  by Joanna


I would like to relate a very unsettling experience that happened to me about three years ago. It was a Saturday evening and it was the middle of autumn, I was walking through a country road with my dog, Brian. I was starting to walk faster than usual because the sky was getting darker and darker and I wanted to be home before nightfall. As I was walking briskly, Brian started to yelp and whine and seem very uncomfortable. I kept walking and did not pay attention to him. A couple of minutes later, he started to growl and bark and stopped dead in his tracks, panting heavily. I stopped and looked ahead of me to see what was upsetting Brian. The whole place was deadly quiet and I started to get scared because I felt that we were being watched by someone. As I started walking again cautiously, I suddenly heard Brian growl very deeply and aggressively. He had never behaved this way before, and it sent shivers down my spine. As I stopped and looked ahead of us to see what could possibly be bothering him, a figure stepped out from behind a large oak tree ahead of us.
It was an old, ugly woman and she was completely naked. Her face was hideously ugly and was covered with warts. Her gnarled hands were outstretched in front of her and her long, sharp nails beckoned me closer. I froze with terror and I could feel my teeth chattering. As this foul hag limped toward us, she had a desperate look on her face. Her eyes were bloodshot and teary and she raised her right hand to her throat and started gasping for air. She looked like she was choking. My first reaction was that the woman was a nutcase and I stammered, petrified, "Wh-Whoo are youuu?' She did not answer me, and still had her hand around her throat gasping desperately for breath. As she got within reaching distance of me, Brian started barking loudly at the old crone and she vanished into thin air in front of me.
I can remember standing there for about three minutes afterward, hardly believing what I had just seen. Then I hurriedly walked home in the dark with Brian. I have no idea what this horrid vision was or who the old hag was supposed to be, but I have never forgotten it. I still walk my dog down the same country road, but I always wear a silver cross that my grandma bought me for my 16th birthday when I do. I don't know if the old woman was a ghost or something far more sinister, but it was definitely the most evil experience I have ever had in my life.


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Runway Ecto

Runway Ecto

This ghost photo was sent by Gareth of alnut@ic24.net.
Gareth said, "Taken outside garage door, pointing towards tree at end of patio for a general "nightshot" to test camera, last of series of 3 pictures taken - rest deleted (oops) though did not show anything unusual. Also noted sense of something different, emptiness, cold (not physical), before picture being taken, and a presence of some kind in front of me at time, had a feelin the camera would show something as I plugged her in. Could not see anything through viewfinder bar flash of light mentioned earlier. Area situated on old runway used in WWII (UK)."
 

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Indian Spirits

Indian Spirits

This ghost photo was sent by Mike and Holly Frieders of desti684@ameritech.net.
Mike and Holly said, "The Black Hills of North Dakota have always been a spiritual place for the Lakota people. This picture was take by my adopted Lakota Grandmother Nellie Two Bulls on a trip she took to speak at Crazy Horse Mountain. She was photographing the birds in the road in the picture. It was taken during the summer of 2001with a disposable camera."              

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My Haunting Hates Hard Rock!

  

By ewash

Some years ago, when I was sixteen, I had the one of the most frightening experiences of my life. I was in my bedroom writing some rather hard rocking music on my new synthesizer, when my mother came in and said that dad and her were going to the grocery store. Basically I just nodded with that teenage temperament that speaks, "yeah, ok, whatever, bye". Soon after their departure it began to cloud up outside as if a rainstorm was imminent.
My bedroom window was open and speaking of this particular window; it was a very old window that took just about all of the strength one could muster up to open it and to close it - well, let's just say that seemed about twice as hard to accomplish that feat - so basically the window, for all intents and purposes, was stuck open; come rain or shine.
As I slowly crept the volume up on my amplifier and played more and more feverishly to the rocking tune I was creating, the attic door, a standard 1930's issue inside door, which is also in my room suddenly swung open. Startled, I quickly hit the Stop button on my synth and turned around to see the attic door fully open. My rather logical mind, though stunned, quickly jumped in and said, "The window is open and it was probably just a pressure draft that pulled the door open". So with that logical explanation firmly in place, I pressed the start button and continued to marvel at my loud, musical creation.
Not more than ten seconds passed and I heard the attic door slam shut; rather loudly! This time I noticed, there was absolutely no breeze coming in the window. In fact, the curtains weren't rustling at all. "Hmm... That was weird and scared the heck out of me", I mumbled to myself. But once again, even though the hair on my arms was standing at full attention, my logic interrupted and put me at ease.
After taking a deep breath, I decided to again press start and wait and see what happens. Nothing. Then, just as I was getting into the music again, the attic door slammed open with such ferocity that it made the room shake then it immediately slammed shut again. This time, not only was every hair on my body standing straight up, but I was frozen in place with an intense fear - as if a presence was in the room with me - and it was standing right behind me, breathing down my neck.
I felt compelled to run as fast as I could from the room, but instead I began walking toward the open window. I was no more than three steps away from the window when it suddenly slammed shut and the glass broke inward into my room.
In one quick motion I leaped toward my bedroom door, yanked the door open and flew down the stairs, missing about fifteen of sixteen steps; pulled open the front door of the house and ran into the front yard. I stood in the front yard for the next twenty minutes (until my parents returned) in the drizzling rain, staring up into my bedroom window in complete shock over what had just transpired.
As I recall, this was the only "hostile" event that ever happened while in my house. While many will agree this seems like an extreme paranormal experience, some offered a more subtle, logical explanation to this event.
I was told that my first impulse, in which air pressure was causing the door to open and shut, was the correct unconscious response to what was happening. That the window in my room was wide open just before a thunderstorm completely explains this strange but all too common phenomenon. The fact that my window slammed shut just as I was walking towards it was nothing more than the coincidence of the loud rocking music causing vibrations in the window frame, thus freeing the old window from its "stuck" state, ultimately leading to it slamming shut.
A teenager all alone in an old house as storm clouds approached produced an unconscious fear response that so many youngsters experience when startled.
These explanations in and by themselves are actually very academic and the most logical explanations available, but once this story is put into context with the other strange occurrences that happened while in the house lead me to less logical conclusions.
As such, my conclusions lead me to abandon the overpowering musical work I had been composing and indulge in more benign and relaxed music fare. So that evening I erased the composition and began working on my first love ballad, which as it turns out was the first real song I ever wrote. Oddly enough, and I know this will sound cliche, but soon after turning my musical taste to the more relaxed state, a soft smell of roses filled my room. At the time I had no idea where such a smell was coming from but it was there. I carefully walked over to the attic door with every corpuscle on my body in full alert; most likely from the earlier trauma I suffered; and slowly opened the door. To my amazement the smell of roses was ten-fold stronger in the attic stairway!
All at once my fear dissipated and I was filled with newly found inspiration to complete my first, and to this day, one of my best musical compositions.


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