Sent in by Jason Myers

Last year during the winter i was at my buddys house and we were in his kitchen grabbing some grub when out of no where his drawer slammed shut when we had just opened it to grab some forks and butterknives. we looked to see if a window had been opened and maybe the wind blew the door
shut but everything was closed up and all the windows had clear plastic on them to keep the cold out.

We shook it off and continued to make our dinners and then my friend grabbed for the drawer that had been slammed shut to get a spoon out so he could stir his soup and it happened. somehow, someway the drawer was upside down and all of the silverware and miscellanous can-openers and stuff flew to the floor.

We just stood there wordless to this extrememly weird instance that had just happened. we then picked up all the knives and spoons and such up and placed them back in the drawer, rightside up, and replaced it to where it belonged. that has definitely been the strangest and pretty much scariest moment of my life.

Jason Myers
Toledo, Ohio
20 years old

First off I have lived in the same house for all my life. I am 15 now and my house sucks big time. Ok I wont use real names for my friends because most of the stuff happened arouned them.

As I said before I DO NOT LIKE MY HOUSE!! All these strange happening have happen wow just sence I can remember. I was real little. Just the usual hearing screaming scrates on the wall things moving you know that kind of thing. The first major thing I remember was when my cousin Paul gave me his TV because he had gotten a new one for graduation. At first it was in the living room but it got really annoying the first week all it did was go off and on off and on. so I got pissed off. I thought It must be a short circuit so i unplugged the TV. It was still happening and this was at like 2 in the morning and my dad would get real pissed off because he has 2 wake up real earli for work. My mom had put the TV in her room. Then continusly again off on off on this time it would not take a break. Sometimes it would end up on different channels or the volume would go way louder. My mom is very religous person she yelled St. Michael then it just stopped. The TV did this again so my mom called the salvation army for it.

Durring this summer I was playing guitar then my dad said "lets go suimming" I said "ok whatever" So I went to the restroom to get my bathingsuit Came back went outside and then I found my guitar pick way over by the pool. How the HELL did that happen.

The first time my friend Emily Stayed the night we were playing video games and had nirvana on kinda loud. Only the power in my room went out. We were realy scared so we went to tell my brother he had cheked the eletrical settings. He said "Everthing is fine are you sure it went off?" He came we were in my room for about 30 seconds. The power went back on and the same Nirvana song at the note had come on and my CD player cant do that. My friend and I had seen this little 2ft gobblin thing inside my room but next to my door. It was blackish brownish color. A month latter my friend had seen it at her house in her living room.

Evertime my friend Bean come to spend the night it pretty much the samething. We cant sleep because something always moves we hear things like one I told her to get up on the bed it is scarry i dont want you down there you know how it is man danger! I told her your gonna lose your "Ringo" privleges(ringo starr from the batles the movie a hard days night)anyways she got up and layed on my legs. At night I keep my door closed I feel safe that way. well anywho about 3 minutes later we heard a male voice say "GET OFF OF HER!" real fast. We both jumped up and clinged on to each other scared to death. The aliens i have hangging start to move then we see little black shaddows move real fast past my closet.

After school I tutered Bean In math well this night was friday and we had finished our homework in class so we went to my brothers room( we were home alone)About a half hour has passed by and the big bathroom is right next to my brothers room we heard the cabinets go "BOOM" like 7 times. We went to chek with baseball bats around the house. we went to the dinning room saw somebody then they dissapeared. This is just that one particular thing that has happened with bean.

More strange unknown things have happened with them(my friends) these are the only 2 that stay the night or see just about every weekend. If I tell you everything it would take up a lot of
room. Oh yeah while Emily and I reading this a story from here a huge "BANG" followed by something hitting a glass fallowed by another "BANG" (The wall shook with a noise)and the porch light was going off and on. Well now isnt that creepy while reading this website. My parents believe nothing I say nor my brother. But now my mom kinda does now she heared someone walking down the hall way at 7 am. Her and my dad are both in bed and my brother is down his aunts house and I was asleep. So hear they are I hoped you enjoyed it.

Sent in by Matt

Hi, I am currently a Senior in my high school in South Jersey. I have been working on plays in our school as part of the crew for 3 years now and I have heard a few stories from friends about a semi-young women wearing an all white dress. One of my friends has seen her the most. As of for being there she doesnt bother us much, she does though like to be funny and pull pranks on us. One time I was all alone up in the booth with all the lighting and sound controls while only about 3 others were in a completely different part of the Auditorium at the time, I had the sound board on at the moment and the volume up somewhat.

I turn for just a second and turn back and the volume is turned up. The strange thing it I didn't here anything and the board itself is on a slant so it couldn't have slide by itself. I have
never seen her before but I have felt here being there. She's very nice besides the pranks she pulls. I hope to learn more about her and get to her who she is and was more but there isn't any information about any deaths at the school since it is very new. I hope to see her some day.
Well thats my story thanks for reading it.

Sent in by Kimberley

The house that I currently live in is haunted. When I was eight years old my mom and younger sister were having a fight about her homework. My mom walked out of my sister's room and i saw a that a penny from the bathroom had been thrown and it hit my mother in the leg. It wasn't me because my room is opposite of the bathroom, my dad was sleeing, and my sister was in bed. We don't know who threw it but this was only one of the many incidents.

Two years later my mom,me,and my sister were visiting my aunt. My dad was home alone. One night he heard water splshing in the bathtub. He ran into the bathroom and saw that there was no water in the tub. Later on my mom and dad were sleeping and they woke up to hear a little girl laughing
downstairs. They looked in our rooms to see both of us sleeping. Not only that but my aunt came over to babysit us and she heard the laughing too. Later on that year my sister was in her room
and she saw a black figure pointing to her closet. She freaked out and ran and told me. I have never experienced anything having to do with the ghost but it was said that the people who live in the house before us had a little girl that died. And her room was my siser's room.

Sent in by Karrah

Well our family was remodeling our kitchen so it was all dusty and a mess. Well that night I went to bed and at like 1:00 a.m. I heard something fall downs stairs. Then it sounded like a hammer pounding on the stairs it was getting closer and closer so I ran up and turned on a light then it went away instantly. My sister heard it too and went down stairs and there was nothing out of place. And she saw no one. The next day some guy on the net was talking to me and I've never met them and he was telling a whole alot about my house so I just got off, I was so scared that some was stalking me. That night I went upstairs only I saw a shadow in the hall!

I screamed and it was gone. I slept up there any away and was facing my wall and saw it again.I was so scared to move so I tired to sleep but just couldn't. I went down stairs and watched Tv (i mean i couldn't sleep) and there was a cloud like going across the TV and then someone was trying to unlock the door, so I woke up my dad and nothing was there. The next day at like 9:00 p.m. I went outside in the dark to feed my dog and there was someone jumping on my trampoline I was in shock standing there and turned around and a guy was standing there! I suddenly toke off and went inside, no one every found out who it was becuase no one belied me. But I know its real.

Sent in by Leticia

Well my mom and us had moved into this new house we were all so happy until weird things started happening,see my mom use to take showers real late at nite and her boyfriend worked grave yard so when ever he got home he would park his car in the drive way and when he came in the house he always put his lunch box on the kitchen counter.

So one nite my mom was taking her late nite shower and she heard a voice say "what r u doing" and she said "im taking a shower",so she hurryed up get out of the shower and when she got dressed she looked into the kitchen and it was dark and she thought tha he was going to try and scare her so she walked into the dark kitchen and she seen that his lunch box wasnt on the counter and still inside the dark kitchen she looked out the window and seen that his car wasn't there, and after that she never took late showers again.

Sent in by Ghost Writer 2

I lived in a duplex behind the White Mountain Mall in Rock Springs, Wyoming, between 1989 and 1991, while attending college at Western Wyoming Community College. That first fall is heard some strange "knockings" I couln't figure out why people were going around knocking on the other homes so loudly in the middle of the night. That second fall, somewhere between Sept. and Nov. , they really got bizzare. The knockings were happining all around my house, at the two doors, and on all of the windows. I got up and ran around the house looking for what ever it was trying to get in. I realized it was moving too fast to be human. At that point my daughter who was 16 or 17 at the time, woke up too. Before that time I thought one of her friends was playing tricks. She got out of bed and followed me around the house to see what was going on. We both became concerned. We really got scared when the damb thing whatever it was, went under the place and started knocking from ! ! underneath the floor. All there was under there was a small muddy crawl space, and the only access through my bedroom closet! This continued for several nights. We were so petrified we slept in the same room with the TV blasting all night just so we would not have to hear it, although it was impossible to ignore.

At this same time my friend who was living a mile or so away was having simular experiences, something would knock all the way around her house and on the roof. I might have put this out of my mind except for the fact the year I moved out in the spring of 1991, that fall there was an article in the Dailey Rocket-Miner that who ever was living there at that time had tried to burn the place down. They said "The devil told them to do it."

My friend has still heard knockings every fall around the same time. Thank God they left me alone when I moved.

I used to tour with the Phantom Regiment Drum and Bugle Corps. We once stayed at Rock Island High School in Illinois for a few days.

The first night there, a few friends of mine had add dreams about walking through the halls of the school. Later, one of the guys from a nearby town told us that the school was supposed to be haunted.

There was a small group of us that had been drawn together by our experiences with the paranormal. One of these was haveing weird dreams each night we slept there.

A few of the corps members, not of our group, decided they wanted to go on a ghost hunt. My closest friend and I decided to go along for the amusement. We followed them around a bit and then found ourselves in the school's basement and boiler room. Suddenly, I felt a strong presence right in front of us. It amused me and my friend that the group walked right through it and never even noticed. We shared the joke with a look at each other and in the direction the spirit moved away.

When the group moved on down the hall she and I decided to stay behind and find out what was going on.

I noticed a laundry cart in the corner by a steel grate. I pulled it out into the light (for some reason) and there was the face of a girl burned into the cloth! Just then, Jan (I'll call her) went kind of glassy eyed! I asked her what was up and she said, "Shhh...she's talking to me!" I got chills...again. She told me the little girl was afraid of men and was drawn to her because she was female and could hear. Just then I felt the two spirits separate and the evil one moved near to me.

Jan the said "She is being held here by a man. I think the man killed her."

The dark one grew think and menacing. I moved toward it to quiet it down. Child killers are the worst, in my oppinion, and I despise spirits who trap others. Especially ones who trap innocent little children.

It backed behind the grating and stood in the darkness. I knelt before the gate and challenged the spirit to not be such a chicken! I pushed at him and he moved toward me, then ran back around the corner into the shadows behind the power breakers.

Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. It wasn't Jan. I grew very angry and exploded my moved it off of me. My shoulder felt cold and icy, though, still. I got the feeling it wasn't the same spirit.

I stood up and put my hand on the gate.

Jan asked me if I was sure I wanted to do that. I said I had to.

I started to open the gate and the spirit flew at me like a big black curtain...and went through me! I felt a chill wind pass through me. Then it came back through from behind and stopped in front of me. I opened the gat e and walked inside.

I challenged it and it backed away. I walked to where it stood and knelt again. It fled off into the deep shadows again and beconed me. I told it, out loud, that if it thought I was coming in there it was out of it's mind! Then I turned and walked back out to where Jan was standing.

We decided it was time to go and started off to get ready for evening rehearsal.

The next day, as we were packing up to leave, I noticed a black man, in a black suit, with black sunglasses on watching us haul our stuff out to the busses. Every time I walked by him I could feel his eyes follow me.

Later, after I ate, I saw him sitting in the grass watching the football team practice.

I walked up to him and said "hi."

He turned his head and said "HI! It's good to see you again!"

I let it go. I asked him what he was doing sitting out here? He told me that his son was playing football. He asked me about the corps and stuff like that. There was a bible sitting about 3 feet away in front of him.

He told me he had been to his church up the road this morning. That somehow had an od ring to it to me, but I don't know why. He asked me where I was from. I said Louisiana. He said "Oh yes? There is much work down there." I told him that, actually, it was hard to find a job...then I realized he wasn't talking about jobs. He turned and looked at me, still with his shades on, and smiled. I got a serious chill.

The truck's horn blew and I told him I had to go. I stood up and he offered his hand. I took it and said it was nice to meet him. He said, "Yes, it's nice to see you again, Chad."

I was on the bus before I realized I had never told him my name! I jumped out and looked to the field, but he was gone. I got another serious chill. (getting one now!)

Okay, this next part really did happen, but it sounds like a lie.

After I got home from tour, I was driving around with my best friend in her new car. She was very happy about it. Suddenly, I was overcome with chills and spirits sense and I started to tell her to turn here, here, etc....

Then I started to tell her about the story I just wrote down. Suddenly, we were at a stop sign and staring at a burned out building. I could feel the spirits and energy flowing from the place and it was overwhelming me!

She turned left and I watched the place go by. When I looked back to the front, there was a black van in front of us. I asked her where that had come from and she said she didn't know! Then the van slowed and stopped.

We sat behind it for a minute. Then my friend told me that she was getting really scared. I told her to just drive around.

She did, and I looked up at the driver's window. There, smiling back at me, was a black man, in a black coat, with black sunglasses on..at just after midnight!

I told her to step on it and didn't tell her what I had seen until we were almost home. She freaked out and told me she had been terrified by that van and could hardly drive. I can see why!

 

Sent in by Sarah

I am 23 years old now and haven't lived in my mom and step-fathers house for 2 years. I lived there til I was 18, moved out and then moved back in for 6 months when I was 21. Anyway I grew up in that house (standard split level middle class home) for about 14 years. I moved in when my mother married my stepfather. I lived there with my brother who is I think 32 now and my sister who is 26. Anyway I had your pretty standard childhood. My room was right next to my sisters and my brother had the bedroom in the basement which always seemed kinda lonely. It wasn't until he moved out that I realized it was much easier to sneak out from the basement then it was from the top floor why he wanted that bedroom. For obvious reasons I moved down there about 3 months after he moved out and promptly used the window in the room that opened out to ground level to come and go as I like without my parents knowing. Now then, this is all background. Let me describe the basement bedroom for you. It is on the small side, maybe 100 square feet. It has a decent sized closet that runs the length of one wall. The coolest thing about the room (besides the sneak out capabilities) was a bookshelf that ran around the length of the room. I kept my books, cds, etc. on this.

Anyway when I moved down there, I found that the first few nights I slept in the room I had very VIVID dreams. I mean the content were no different than normal (at least that I remember) but they were more REAL than anything I had ever dreamt. Anyway either they went away or I just got used to them. Now I never corroborated these things with my brother so I have no idea if he experienced the same things. Nothing odd or unusual ever ocurred in the room (that I know of) and everything was pretty much peaceful. HOWEVER, when i was getting ready to move out (I was the last one to move out) I found that there was a lot of stuff happening. Things would be missing and I would find them in real odd locations.

Like for example a buddy of mine came over for a while watched a movie then when it came time for him to go home he couldn't find his keys. We knew he left them in my room on my dresser (we both had perfect rememberance of this) but they were nowhere to be seen. I drove him home and he left his car in my drive way. A week later, a day before I moved out, I found them in a cup I kept in my room for watering the plants. I didnt put it there and I dont think he wanted to be without a car for a week so he wouldnt put it in there either. Finally I moved out and things were fine. For me anyway. There was a lot of discord in my family for a variety of reasons and a lot of us were really stressed out for awhile. Nobody really talked to each other or anything. Now coming from a pretty warm family (nobody was afraid to show emotions at home) this was very awkward. During this time my mother kept telling me that If i wanted to stop by the house when she wasn't there, remember to lock the door when I left. I told her she was crazy because I never STOPPED at home. (I didn't much care for the place at the time...a lot of shouting etc.) I never put these things together because it seemed there were plausible answers to all the occurences. That was up til what happened last night. If I can believe my mother (and I know I can) she was walking up the stairs from the basement when she went by my old room. She heard a voice, either my brothers or mine, she doesnt know, just say one word- 'Mom?' CLEAR AS A BELL, except for one thing. It sounded like we were 10 or 11 years old. My mother is freaking out about that room now and I haven't told her much if anything about the stuff that has happened to me. I really don't know what to do. I mean she isn't scared or anything, she just wants to know WHAT it is.

 

Sent in by Dahner Brid

I used to work in a General Cinema in Redondo Beach, California. There were three theaters on the grounds (three seperate buildings), the largest of which I worked in. This theater was also directly adjacent to a LARGE old cemetary. When I first started there, I heard the other workers joke about "the ghost" in the theater. I didn't think much about it, thinking the proximity of the cemetary would lend itself to ghost stories, legitimate or not. After a few weeks, I was given a tad more responsibility and would open or close the theater with one of the assistant managers.

The theater had an upstairs projector like any other theater. There was a small employee locker room (since we wore uniforms) that you had to pass through the projector room to get to (the projectors are automated, so there was never anyone up there). Next to that there was a tiny room where we popped all of our popcorn. For starters, the projector room always freaked me a little. It was VERY dark and shadowy, and unless you happened to be coming on or going off a shift the exact same time as someone else, you were always up there alone. I thought I saw things move in the shadows out of the corner of my eye as I walked through it. I could've imagined that, I guess, but what was definitely not imagined was the Really Cold Spot. This happened on the wall the divided the popcorn room and the projector room. Popping corn always generated TONS of heat (and was thus the least- favorite duty of the theater workers) and since there was no ventillation in the room, it got stiflingly hot in there. The wall between the two rooms always heated as well -- except for the Cold Spot. It was at eye level, roughly the shape of a head and shoulders (like a "bust" of someone). No matter how long you'd been popping popcorn and how hot it got in the popcorn room and subsequently the wall, there was still a Cold Spot. What's worse: the spot *moved*. Not while anyone was actually feelng it (as far as I know), but it would be at different places along the wall, and it would move sometimes within minutes of someone locating its position. It was weird. Once another woman reported seeing *eyes* in that corner of the projector room, and she never went upstairs again, just stashed her personal stuff in the manager's office and changed in the restroom. One of the assistant managers also refused to go up there, at least by himself. The other assistant manager had an interesting story to tell, too, which I'll get to in a minute...

My own experiences (other than the Cold Spot and the generally creepy feeling up there) were mainly limited to the concession stand. Doesn't sound like a very spooky place, does it? As I started opening and closing, often back-to-back, I began to notice weird things happened overnight. Cabinets I *know* I locked (with keys and a small padlock) were unlocked and open in the morning. Supplies were moved around and knocked over in the supply room directly behind the concession counter. *Several* times I felt a cold chill and a breeze, like someone had just run past and I was feeling the wind in their wake. Twice another worker behind the concession stand reported feeling the same thing the same time I had. I *suppose* someone could've come back in and done all that overnight, but it would've had to have been either the two assistant managers or the manager himself. We were a pretty small, closely-knit group; I doubt *any* of them would've done anything like that, ever. And keeping it up over a year seems even more unlikely.

So: the assistant manager's story. One night she was closing with one other woman. They were getting ready to leave and the other woman had gone back up to the employees' room to get her things. There's an in-house phone in the projector room, and she called down to the office to tell the asst. manager that there was someone in the theater. She said there was a weird woman standing down by the curtain. The asst. manager went to check it out. This wasn't all that unusual, sometimes transients tried to stay in the theater after closing, and since the alarm hadn't been set it was possible (albeit unlikely) that someone had managed to sneak in the exit doors and was down there messing around.

The asst. manager went into the theater. What she saw was a pale, greyish-looking woman in a plain long skirt and a blouse. She had long hair pulled bakc at the nape of her neck, and the asst. manager said she distinctly remembers seeing the skirt moving and strands of hair moving behind her head, as if there was a breeze blowing, but there wasn't a breeze inside the theater! As the asst. manager walked down the aisle towards her, she told the woman the theater was closed. As she got closer, she could see the woman's mouth moving, as if she were talking, but the asst. manager couldn't hear her saying anything. The woman wasn;t looking at her but out into the theater. As she got closer, the strange woman suddenly looked straight at her as if noticing her for the first time, and suddenly VANISHED. No movement, no disturbance behinmd the curtain, NOTHING. She was simply there one moment and gone the next.

The assistant manager was extremely shaken, natch. She ran out of the theater back into the lobby. She nearly had a heart attack when she thought she heard footsteps coming after her -- she *did* hear footsteps but they were those of the other worker running down the stairs from the projector room -- *she had seen the whole thing*. She had been watching from the window in the projector room until the strange woman vanished, then she freaked and ran out of the projector room and down to the lobby. Neither woman would stay in the theater by themselves after that.

Just a note: I never met the woman who'd been watching from the projector room, because she'd quit before I was hired, but I *did* get to know that assistant manager. She was a very level-headed, calm woman whom everybody liked, and I can't imagine her making something like that up. The fact that the *manager* believed her story -- although he wouldn't tell me any others -- gives it even more credibility.

Whatever happened, something weird was definitely going on in that theater!