Pulled Out Of Bed

by ~Brovinadeergooberpoop~

Back in the 60’s just before my parents were married they were living upstairs at my grandfathers house.  They had finished the attic & made it into a mini apartment.  One night they were sleeping and my mother had her arm hanging off the bed.  She woke up to someone pulling on her arm.  She could feel each finger around her wrist trying to pull her out of bed.  They were in a dark room but she could see that there was no one there. She began screaming for my dad, he woke up & realized what was going on.  So he started pulling on her arm trying to break it free from whatever was holding it.  He then got up on his knees and has his arms around my moms waist trying to pull her back up on the bed.  Finally it broke free, they jumped up & turned the lights on.  It never happened again but my mom who is now 61 still sleeps on her hands to this day.  My dad doesn’t like to talk about the experience but he told my mom once that he was pulling her with all his strength to get her back on the bed. Whatever it was, was strong!

Wedding Crash

by Erin K. Moore

I have a younger sister (by 2 and a half years) and she’s my only sibling.  At this point in time I was seventeen years old and a senior in high school, so it was near spring 2004. It was a Sunday night and I was scrambling to get a 6 to 8 page report done as it was due the next day. (procrastination…what a motivator) My parents were out somewhere, my sister asleep, and it hadn’t been too long since we’d had our house MAJORLY redone. Parallel with the computer chair I was sitting in is a doorway (more of an opening actually) to the kitchen. The lights in the kitchen were on along with the ones in the living room where the computer is at. I was typing along, and very, very clearly out of my peripheral vision I saw a woman glide silently right past the doorway in the kitchen. Her hair was long and black, she had on a white dress, her arms straight down by her sides and she was bolt upright staring straight ahead. I remember her skin being a peculiar color, but her eyes were the scary part about her. (This would be the FIRST time I could recall seeing anything like this…the lady in red was about 2 years after.) Her eyes were completely white and almost fluorescent. How I managed to see her so clearly out of my peripheral view is beyond me, but I did. I actually got up to see if anyone was really there and thought maybe they just looked strange because I had some sort of skewed computer monitor vision. However, nobody was there. When my parents came home, they of course scared the doodie out of me.  (What can you expect after seeing something like that?) I told my mom about what had just happened before she and my dad got there. It completely freaked her out, but she had no doubt in her mind that I had seen something strange. (As she has been able to see strange things all of her life.) She was the only person I had ever told until one of my friends came over one day and described the woman to me.  When my friend saw her she had been peeking around the corner at her, so later on that night she asked me about it, and I told her my story. I wanted to let her know she wasn’t nuts–and it also confirmed that I wasn’t. In recent years my mom has seen the trail of her dress go by (she seems to walk the same path in the kitchen over and over again)…and she says it’s definitely a wedding dress that the woman is wearing. My sister has also seen her, and I hadn’t said anything to her about it either until I heard her story.  (My way of confirming to myself that I’m not nuts…or at least not nuts by myself.) The lady in the wedding dress seems to only show herself to women, as I haven’t heard any men around the house say anything about it. I get a very sad and lost feeling when she’s around. She definitely not malicious–as a matter of fact she seems to be shy or frightened, as well as sad and lost.

There’s a story about a bride and groom during…I wanna say the 1920’s. According to the story or folklore rather: on Milan-Oakville rd., which is less than a minute from my house just after this really sharp curve I like to call “dead mans curve”, a man and woman got into some kind of accident and died on their wedding night. I’ve always wondered if somehow that’s her, and perhaps the sad and lost feeling has to do with her husband passing on and somehow she stayed behind. It’s possible that the story is complete malarky(as with any story)–I suppose the only way to find out would be to check into some old newspapers and records.

Oh, and I left out the rest of the story about their haunting Milan-Oakville rd: People say that if you park in the EXACT spot where they crashed you can hear tires screeching and a woman screaming. Another story claims that a bloody bride will chase your car away.

While I’ve never heard of this actually happening to anyone, nor have I experienced this myself–I feel the need to find out if just the accident part is real. It would explain the dress, and maybe then she can be helped to move on. I’m not sure how to do that…except tell her there’s a better place to be and that it’s okay for her to go if she’s miserable here. I’m typically not one for kicking a non-malicious spirit out if they’re happy where they’re at.

Perhaps none of my suspicions about who she is are correct. Maybe she’s someone or something different–nevertheless I like her, and if she’s suffering I want it to be over.

When Dreams Come As Warnings

by ~Brovinadeergooberpoop~

Years ago my 4 year old cousin burnt his grandmas house down. He was living there with his mother, sister, grandma & grandpa.  Everyone was at work except the grandma who was watching the children.  They were in a back bedroom playing. The 4 year old found a child proof lighter and some how lit the mattress on fire.   He got scared and shut the bedroom door & hid in a closet. His sister who was about 6 years old at the time ran & told their grandma, she got everyone out of the house and no one was hurt.

Come to find out a couple nights before the fire their aunt who stayed at the house from time to time woke up in the middle of the night because she had a horrible nightmare that the 4 year old (the one that lit the fire) was laying in a casket in the bedroom & there was a knight dressed all in white kneeling next to the bed & he had a sword that he was dragging back & forth underneath the bed.  She jumped up out of bed freaking out, went into the kitchen & her mother (the grandmother of the children) was sitting at the table & she said “I had a horrible nightmare” & my aunt said “me too”. They both had the SAME exact dream!

A Woman In Red

by Erin K. Moore

About two years ago I was at my friend’s grandmother’s house for a bonfire.  We both grew up in this area, and many people (some who were non-believers) are positive that the area is haunted…too many strange things have happened out there for it NOT to be.

Well, here’s one story to stack on top of that pile:

At this bonfire was a good sized group of our friends.  Everyone was having a good time, but as it got late the group began to dwindle until the only people who were left were my friend, myself, her two cousin’s Haus and Tony, and my now ex boyfriend.

Let me paint a bigger picture for you:  The property my friend’s grandmother owns is HUGE and in the middle of nowhere on a dirt road.  On her property there are two house’s, one she lives in and the other is a two story house she rents out to people.  All of this is surrounded by a corn field.  Beyond this cornfield is what we like to call “the woods”, but otherwise known as a forest….a forest that NOBODY dares enter at night.  Well, not anybody sane anyways.  (Yet another reason not to go into the woods)  To the right of all of this, separated by a line of trees is a gravel pit that has been closed down for years now; it’s full of sulphur and limestone.

Back to our activities that night:
We began recalling our experiences with the “strange” out there while also including other’s experiences that we’d only ever heard about.  (Who doesn’t love telling ghost stories around a fire?)

The next thing I remember is my friend’s cousin Toni daring my ex to walk by himself all the way down to the end of the cornfield (which ends by the woods), walk around the edge all the way until he ends up back in our little area, but on the other side of us.  All of that for ten dollars.

I found this amusing until my ex agreed to it and then something hit me in the pit of my stomach.  Suddenly, to both my friend and myself, this was a bad idea.  As he neared the beginning of the cornfield I ran out to try and talk him into coming back with me, explaining that this was a bad idea.  I didn’t know HOW or WHY it was a bad idea…I just knew it was.  So after five to ten minutes of reasoning with him he finally decided to come back with me and forfeit getting ten dollars.

Of course Haus and Tony had to poke fun at him, but while one of the two were in mid-sentence I happened to look back toward the cornfield.  That’s when we all noticed that a very thick fog was suddenly present and had stopped like a wall at the very edges of the cornfield.  It seemed to have come out of the woods.  Haus had a maglight and used it to judge the thickness of the fog.  The fog was so thick even the light wasn’t getting through it.

Okay, that’s definitely strange, but not enough to spook us…yet.

We then hear a woman’s voice calling for something…but we couldn’t make out what she was trying to say, and we didn’t see anybody outside.  It did sound like it was coming from my friend’s grandmother’s house so we figured it was time to call it a night.  We successfully put the fire out and began to walk towards the house, when everybody stopped, and Tony told us all to stay together.  Tony then points the light at the “thing” he was looking at.  We all see this woman in a red night gown with crazy black hair.  When the light reaches her eyes her jaw drops lower than I’ve ever seen a person’s jaw drop before, and her eye’s are reflecting the light like an animal’s would.  She almost looks like she’s hissing, but there’s no sound coming from her.

This is when Haus takes off after her and she takes off into the house.  Now when most people run, they bob up and down even when you can’t see their feet-not her.  She glided into the house at an undeniably fast pace.  At this point the rest of us are standing in view of the only two exits from the house…and she never came back out.

Unfortunately though, everyone else who HAD been sleeping in the house came outside to find out exactly what the hell was going on.  (They had been wakened because Haus tore through the house wailing like a banchee)  After we told them what we saw they tried to tell us that we were just imagining things ( because apparently we were having one of those group hallucinations sans the drugs) and the other theory they came up with was that we had seen my friends Aunt outside.  So we all pile into the house to talk to her, but she’s fast asleep.  She had the black hair and the red night gown but none of that was anywhere close to what we had just witnessed.

Beaten down by the doubt of the family, we all hung our heads and headed back outside…to discover the fog was gone.  Not a trace of it ANYWHERE.  Go figure-we didn’t even have THAT part of it to back us up.

Next we find out why Haus chased the woman in red-apparently he thought this woman was going to steal his motorcycle.  I couldn’t tell you where that reasoning came from if I tried.

The next morning Haus was still very pumped up and on a mission to prove that the woman we saw was not their mother (my friends aunt).  So he conducts an experiment and asks her to run into the house-but she can’t get around that well or that fast.  At this point she’s arguing with him telling him that she’s not going to run because she can’t…when she tries she’s just sort of waddles and it’s obvious she’s having a hard time.

To this day none of us can come up with an explanation for what we saw.  We take comfort in knowing that it’s not out of the ordinary to have something like that happen out there…even if we’re the only one’s who believe each other.

Recently my friend came up with a theory of her own.  She thinks it’s possible that the woman is a demon…and she thinks it lives in a tree in the front yard of her grandmother’s house.  As strange as that may sound, she has reason for that theory.  The same year this happened one of her friend Chris’ bonehead buddies wanted to show off for everyone.  So the two hooked up a rope to the back of Chris’ truck and tied it around the bonehead’s neck after looping it around a branch in the tree.  This guy had apparently done this many times without anything going wrong…until that night.  Bonehead gives Chris the “go ahead” and Chris hit’s the gas pulling the bonehead up the tree by his neck.  He is semi-saving himself by holding onto the rope so it doesn’t tighten around his neck….but his arm gets stuck and the rope is caught on the tree and now the guy is being strangled a good 20 feet up in a tree.  So even though Chris backed the truck up, this guy was stuck because of the rope was still tangled and caught up in the tree, leaving the rope tightened around the kids neck.  The only thing Chris could do was climb up the tree and cut the kid down.  Luckily the bonehead survived with little injury-but the worst would have happened if Chris hadn’t acted so quickly.

Maybe it’s coincidence, maybe not.

We still have no real explanation for either of the two incidents.  No descriptions (paranormal or otherwise) match up to the woman we saw that night…I also have no proof that the two incidents are in any way linked.

Mom Is Still Paranoid

by V

My mother passed away last November.  This is an incident that happened a night or two after she died.  There are however a couple things to note first.  My mother was disabled and would often call me in during the night to help her with whatever she might need at the time.  One of the things she would often wake me up to deal with would be things she would work herself up to worrying about.  You see she had been in a very bad trailer fire as a child, and as such had a phobia about fires.  She would often eye the electric heater or any other ‘dangerous’ piece of equiptment, such as the power bars, she considered fire hazards, and then call me in specifically to deal with any dangers she would notice around them.  This usually meant someone had left paper or a stuffed animal closer than she deemed safe.

A night or two after she passed found myself, my sister, and my four year old niece all sleeping across my mother’s bed.  It was very late and I was sound asleep, when I woke to the feeling of some pressure against my chest.  The feeling was as if someone was pushing in the middle of my chest with the palm of their hand, not a solid pressure but an actual push; like what you would do to wake someone up.

I blearily opened my eyes and tucked my niece’s hand under the covers, sleepily assuming it had been her hand, despite it being nowhere near my vacinity.  Satisfied I closed my eyes to return to sleep.  Almost immediately I was pushed again.  I jerked open my eyes, and looked at my 4 year old neice, who’s hands were still innocently under the covers where I’d placed them.  I whispered her name, in some half asleep reasoning that she must be awake and messing with me.  Instead of waking up she mumbled something in her sleep: “Mum mum said shut the furnace off.”

That caught my attention.

I couldn’t reach the heater from where I was, so I poked at my sister and told her to turn off the heater.  She blearily patted the controls until it shut off, tucked her hands back under her pillow and slipped back to sleep.  Satisfied in that sleep logic sort of way that I had done what I was asked, I slipped back to sleep.  Some time later the pressure woke me up again this time three sharp pushes.  This time I called out my sister’s name, and again instead of the sleeper waking, she muttered in her sleep:  “Mom said shut the heater off.”

That woke me up to the fact that the heater was on again.  Apparently her blindly slapping at the top of the controls only managed to temporarily stop it.  I yelled and woke her up (Well wake the Hell up and shut it off then.) more solidly and made her turn off the heater properly.  As she did it this time I stretched over to ensure she was doing the right thing, and noticed the stack of tissues laying around the heater.

Just the sort of thing my mother would have worried and stressed over before waking me up to come deal with it.

A Concerned Visitor

by ~Brovinadeergooberpoop~

The only paranormal experience I have ever had happened around 2003.  I always thought if I had an experience I would be petrified but surprisingly I wasn’t. I was going through some hard times in my life but it nothing that was too much to take.  Looking back it wasn’t even that big of a deal.  A really good friend that I had known since junior high had joined the Navy and we kept in close contact.  I had gone down to visit him and we more or less fell in love and wanted to be together.  I considered moving there.  The whole long distance thing was too hard. We tried but the timing was just off.  We remained friends and then eventually lost touch.

So one night I was sleeping and I usually would leave the TV on or the computer on.  That night I didn’t.  It was pitch dark in my room.  I woke up to what I thought was my brother talking to me.  He was kneeling down on the floor by my bed talking to me.  And I remember thinking ‘why is my brother in my room messing with me & trying to talk to me when I’m sleeping’.  Now I was out of it cuz I had been sleeping but at this time my brother wasn’t even living with me, he had moved out years before.  So I’m trying to sleep and he is in my room talking to me and I’m answering him but I cant remember what we were talking about word for word.  I had an alarm clock that was on my bed near the wall and I remember looking at it and it was a couple minutes after 3:00 a.m.  Now I’m getting annoyed cuz its 3 in the morning and he’s talking to me and I’m trying to sleep.  So I am just trying to ignore him and fall back asleep. And he started asking me if I was happy, things about my relationship, what I was gonna do, if I was gonna move to Virginia etc. Then I started to get uncomfortable because I am realizing this isn’t my brother.  Me and my brother are close but we don’t have heart to hearts about my relationships.  So now I’m starting to get a little freaked out. I’m in and out of conscienceness and I’m realizing there is a man in my room that I have been talking to and it isn’t who I thought it was.  So I turned over and when I did my hand landed by the edge of the bed and when it did it landed on a mans forearm that was resting on my bed.  I ran my hand down the arm to the wrist and I felt a mans hairy forearm.  This I know I couldn’t chalk up to a dream. I psychically felt it. I jumped up and turned on the lamp next to my bed and there was no one there.  I wasn’t scared. I didn’t feel threatened. I was intrigued.  Whoever it was cared about me and was genuinely concerned about me.  So I turned the TV on and tried to get back to sleep and every time I would start to fall asleep I would wake up to someone shaking my bed from the foot of my bed. Eventually I fell back asleep. The next day I told everyone. My mother, my aunts and uncles. They were all amazed. They immediately thought it was my grandfather.  He used to tuck all the kids in bed and sit or kneel next to the bed and talk and tell stories.  And the weird thing is that I thought it was my brother, well from what they tell me, my brother is the spitting image of my grandfather. He talks like him, walks like him, has the same facial expressions, the same mannerisms.  Maybe that was why I thought it was my brother.  I’m convinced it was my grandfather.   Just checking in to see if I was o.k.

Stupid Creepy Asshole Ghost That I Hit On Plank Rd.

by Erin K. Moore

About two years ago my sister and her girlfriend were coming home from Milan at about 8:30 to 9:00 pm. They decided to take the expressway toward Plank rd. My sister began to merge off onto the exit for Plank going at least 70 MPH when a man stepped into her path. At this point I can imagine that her adrenaline was pumping-BIG TIME. She said that she immediately slammed on the brakes, and as she was doing this the man turned and made eye-contact with her. She said the way he looked at her made her feel like he was trying to say “You’re next” with his eyes. The man didn’t give her enough time to stop and hitting him was inevitable…except he vanished right before her truck would have slammed into him. As this happened, the truck kept moving and the RPM’s and MPH’s were going crazy along with all the other electronics in the truck. Both she and her girlfriend felt like they were overheating as all this was going on, but described it as a heat that passed through them. When my sister regained a little control, she pulled her truck over and stopped to make sure she hadn’t actually hit anybody. Nobody was there except two terrified girls in a big pick-up truck.
They arrived home wide eyed and terrified as they recalled the entire event to my mother. Meanwhile her girlfriend had called one of her friends to tell them about it, because unfortunately this wasn’t something she could go to her parents about. After a little while someone called back with a claim that the man in question had been seen all over Milan that night, but after a little research seemed to be linked to Plank rd. and/or Plank rd. cemetery.

This is when Big Sis decides to step in. I wasn’t so much fascinated by this as I was pissed off. (I felt like my little sister had been picked on-so the protective instinct kicked in.) I called up one of my friends and relayed the story. As we were talking the phone’s started to crackle on both ends-and then both calls were lost. Strange. Since there’s a cell phone tower two doors down from my parents house. He calls me back and as soon as we begin talking about the incident the phones begin acting up in the same manner…again. This time my friend could hear a man’s gruff voice underneath the crackling, but couldn’t make out anything he was saying. We try the phones again, this time I have told my mother what just happened and put the phone on speaker so we can conduct our little experiment. We go about chatting like normal and then switch back to the previous topic of the man who just terrified my sister…same result as the previous two times. I guess you would call that a success, and it freaked my mom out. One more call from my friend, but this time it’s just to discuss the fact that he was coming over to pick me up and we were going to go investigate the area which my sister had just been in as well as Plank rd./ Plank rd. cemetery.

The exit/entrance ramps for Plank rd. leave us empty-handed. We head from there to Plank rd. and I instruct my friend to find a radio-station. He asks: “Do you want me to put one on with static?” I answer: “No, we need one or two without static to see if there’s any interference.” We settle on 101.1 which is coming in clearly…as we near the cemetery the radio begins acting up in a similar manner to our phones when we had been discussing the ghost earlier. This unfortunately is no proof of paranormal activity-anything could have been interfering with the radio stations out there…even though they don’t act up in the area normally, still nothing solid.

We drove into the cemetery and, again, came up empty handed. For days I continued to drive the path my sister drove at different times of day/night/weather conditions and kept coming up empty handed. I even tried calling the ghost out like you would if you were calling someone out to “fight like a man” or “pick on someone your own size…or dimension”. No response. Of course, the next time my sister drives out that way she runs into him. This time she floored it and took off.

The only experiment I have left to conduct is taking my sister’s truck, sister in tow, and drive the path again. If for some reason he likes toying with my sister…maybe he’ll come out again if he thinks I’m her.

One more thing to consider: A year or two prior to this incident a man was hit by a car one night while walking home from the Moose in Milan. He would have survived, but later that night he was hit again.

Never throw the Ouija Board Away

by ~Brovinadeergooberpoop~

A few years back I was dating this guy. While getting to know him I find out he is an atheist. So he didn’t exactly share the fascination I had for the paranormal. He thought the idea of an after life, ghost hunting, or spirits roaming among us was absolute rubbish.

So one day he mentions he found an old Ouija board from when he was a child at his mothers house & he wants to bring it over. I asked him not to because of his attitude towards the paranormal & also because my mother had some pretty scary experiences involving the Ouija Board. I don’t want to open any doors; at least not in my house. So I asked him not to bring it to my house. He just thought that was so ridiculous. He said his mom wanted it out of her house & wanted him to get rid of it. So I remembered reading stories about Ouija Boards along the years and I figure I’m going to mess with him. I start babbling on and on about how you can’t just throw them away, you have to go through this certain ritual and bind them when you get rid of them otherwise it will show back up in your house somewhere. He laughed in my face. I kept at it though. I kept telling him he was going to be sorry if he didn’t get rid of it properly. So a couple days later I was at his house & I guess to try and scare me he started taking a lighter to the board. He couldn’t get it to burn. I kept saying “See!!! You don’t know what you are messing with!” So all of a sudden he breaks it in half on his knee and takes it outside and throws it in a big garbage can on the side of his house. I guess trying to prove to me how silly I was to think any of this was true. I told him he was crazy and he was gonna be sorry. So later I left, drove home. He calls me the next morning & says “your never gonna believe what was sitting on my front door step when I got up!” At this point I am clueless. I had completely forgot about the Ouija board incident. I’m thinking he’s going to tell me there was a dead animal or something weird because he lived out in the middle of nowhere. So I said “I give up…what?” The Ouija board!!!!! I said “HA!!!! I told you!” Some how during the night the Ouija board crawled out of the big garbage can and walked about 10′ turned left & stepped up onto a step he has in front of his door. He was pretty amazed. I was astonished! I know he was spooked but he didn’t admit it. I read a story somewhere a long time ago that said the Ouija board will reappear in your house if you throw it away. I didn’t think it would actually happen. That’s a pretty amazing coincidence. Especially since I got to prove this skeptic wrong.

Our Ghost Named Clifford

by Tina From Maine

My Brother and I lived together for a couple of years to help each other out. We had been living in a camp like house on a lake in Maine, when my Brother came home to tell me he rented a new place that was closer to his work. He wanted me and my boyfriend to go check it out and tell him what we thought of the place.
My boyfriend and I got to the new place which was an old white house, three levels, and a garage with an automatic door opener on it. The apartment we rented was the largest one in the building. We later found out the house was the second oldest still standing house in that area. There was a sign on the house with a date of 1842. So we knew it was very old. We parked the car in the garage and closed the door. We then entered the new apartment.

It was indeed an old building that still used glass fuses in the electrical box. It had two fire places and it was a pretty good size. When I went by the second bedroom, I got a strange feeling. So bad that I didn’t go in the room I just looked inside. I ventured on into the rest of the apartment when I heard my boyfriend talking to someone. He thought it was me standing by the door of that same room I would not go in. I came from the dining room area and asked who was talking to and his face turned pale and he looked back at the room. He said you were just standing right in the door weren’t you? I said no, you seen me come from the dining room. I then began to feel it too like someone was there with us. It was a strong presences and it was like they didn’t want us there. We both agreed it was time to go.

Just as we were leaving, the lights went out in the house. We managed to make it to the car to find out the door wouldn’t open. I was really edgy and told him to open the door manually. He said I can’t and when I went to the back of the car he was pulling up on it with all his might. I said let me see and I began to pull on it and it popped right open. He just looked at me and we both jumped in the car and left.

That was the first encounter at that house. After we moved in we started to notice other things as well. Like the heat was always turned up high, even if no one touched it. One morning I walked to from our room to the bathroom to find all the cupboards were open. So I closed them and proceeded to the bathroom. I was only in there a few minutes and when I walked out they were opened again. So I said it was too early to mess with me and I closed them again and asked him or her politely to leave them alone. Once I felt someone touch me on the back of my neck only to turn around and find no one there. Once when I was doing dishes in the sink, the dishwasher (an old style one what required you to pull the hand and press the start button to make it run) turned on as I was standing there. At this point, I simple told them that me and family were now living there so they would have to learn to deal with it. Scariest time was when a blanket was pulled off the window and we watched foot prints in the rug appearing out of no where walk across the floor and the sound of giggling by a little girl every so often.

Later we found out that the house was owned by the same family for generations. The man that lived there until his death was named Clifford. He always had both fire places going at the same time which made it extremely hot. That explained the heat being turned up all the time for me. He was very set in his ways and loved to play cards. We also found out about a young girl that was mysteriously murdered on the railroad tracks lived there at one point too. We never did find out her name but it did explain the giggling every now and again.

I enjoyed living there and was use to the “others” living there too. We went from being uncomfortable in the beginning to building a good relationship with the spirits when we left. It was a sad parting but I took a souvenir of Clifford’s with me, so I could remember him and the house we called home. Silly but every now and again, I feel like he is around visiting from time to time where I live now.

Our Ghostly Visitor

by Sue

My husband and I bought our house shortly before we were married in 2005.  What drew me from the day I first saw the house was that it seemed to have character.  It was beautifully decorated and I really liked the layout.  Shortly after my husband, son and myself moved in, strange things began to happen.  I had fixed dinner one evening and we were sitting at the kitchen table when my husband and son stopped eating and looked toward the living room.  I asked them what was wrong and they said, “didn’t you hear that?”  Both of them had heard the front door close and was waiting to see who walked into the kitchen.  There wasn’t anyone there.

We joked about having a ghost but inwardly my son and I were thinking, not again.  You see, living in a haunted house wasn’t a new experience for us.  My first personal encounter in our new home happened in the bedroom.  I was laying in bed at night with my head on my pillow and it felt like someone slid their hand or arm under my pillow.  My husband was at work and I was alone in the bedroom.  It happened on more than one occasion and each time I thought to myself, how weird.  Around this time I also started to see shadows.  I’ve been seeing shadows for 20+ years but this was a first in our new home.  These shadows weren’t significant in shape or size and I really didn’t put too much faith into them.  At this point in time I was still trying to tell myself everything that happened was my imagination, that we didn’t have a ghost.

One night last October, 2006, I came face to face with our ghost.  I had gotten up in the middle of the night to use the restroom.  Our bedroom and my son’s bedroom are off the living room which is at the front of the house.  I walked through the living room to get to the restroom doorway which is across from the washer and dryer at the entrance to my kitchen.  Didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary.  After using the restroom, I opened the bathroom door, turned into the kitchen and less than 5 ft. from me stood a ghost.  I could make out the shape of his head, shoulders and chest but couldn’t tell you if he had legs or not.  When I saw him I gasped like you would if someone surprised you accidentally and then I just stared at him.  He didn’t move.  I remember telling myself, “Oh my God, I’m looking at a ghost!”  I don’t remember how long I stood there or if he disappeared before I did but I do remember walking back to the bedroom and covering my head with the blankets.  The next morning I told my husband about my experience.  It’s not that he doesn’t believe, but he has never had anything happen to him.  Then I told my son, asked him if he’d had any other experiences besides the door episode at dinner.  This is the story he told me.

He was sleeping in his bed one night, 7 mos. before my sighting, when he awoke in the middle of the night for no explainable reason.  His entertainment center is at the foot of his bed and the he noticed he couldn’t see the light from his vcr.  At first, he wondered why his golden lab was sitting on his bed but as his eyes adjusted to the light, he made out the shape of a person.  He saw his head, shoulders, back, arms and he could even make out one of his hands  resting on the dog who was laying on the bed!  Instead of being afraid, my son said it was quite the opposite.  He felt inner peace, a calm feeling.

We continue to have activity in our home but have no plans to relocate.   I do, however, keep the light over my kitchen range on at night.  Not because I’m afraid but if I do get up in the night and there’s someone standing in my kitchen, I want to be able to see who they are.