Ghost Stories

[Harbidge]

This is a story told to me by an American friend whom I forget the name of...

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When I was about 17, me and my family lived in an old Victorian mansion on the outskirts of the town where I live today. It was a huge, horrible house with gargoyles on the walls, and huge, long windows. I hated it. Below is a list of all the experiences that I can remember happened before we left...

1. As we were being shown around the house by the estate agent, We walked into the dining room, where I noticed a large wooden door with a padlock on it. My father asked what was behind the door, and the agent simply said that it housed the boiler. As we walked into the next room, I was trailing behind, and just as I was walking past the door I heard a soft yet distinct knock. I glanced around, and foolishly ignored it as I thought it was just the boiler settling or something.

2. We moved in shortly afterwards, and immediately we were plagued by cold spots around the house. The radiators were constantly on, and the fireplace was on full power, yet the house never seems to warm up. We put this down to it being an old house with cracks and holes in the walls for the heat to escape from.

3. The first really scary experience happened about a month after we moved in. I was upstairs in my room playing on my computer when I heard footsteps outside my room. Puzzled, I walked out into the hallway to hear the footsteps walking down the stairs. Following them, they walked into the dining room. I ran into the dining room ready to catch the culprit, but there was nobody there. It was silent. Suddenly, there was an icy blast that managed to get right through my clothes on into my skin. Then, I heard a loud knock from behind the large wooden door. Suddenly, the door began the rattle. The handle was shaking upside down, and the padlock was being thrown about violently. It was just like someone was locked inside and was trying desperately to get out. I tore out of the room and out of the house where I found my mother digging the garden. I told her my experience but she didn’t believe me as she thought it was my ‘over reactive imagination playing up.’

4. I was lying awake in my bed one night after staying up late to watch a TV program. As I lay there looking at the posters on my wall I heard a quiet but distinct sobbing sound coming from downstairs. Petrified, I held my breath so I could hear it better. It was a young woman sobbing. I thought someone had their radio on outside or something so I ignored it and tried to get back to sleep. There was another icy blast which made me literally shiver. Suddenly, I had a feeling that someone was in the room with me, and was staring at me. I looked around, and there was nothing. Just as I was about to get up, the sobbing started again, but this time it wasn't downstairs, it was in my room. I looked back up to see a pair of glowing white eyes in the corner of my room. Although I wanted to run and scream, something made me stare back. The eyes were full of emotion and hurt. I felt so sorry for the ghost, but natural fear got the better of me and I got up and ran into my parents bedroom. They put it down to a bad nightmare, but after I physically forbade them from getting me back into my room, the eventually let me sleep in their room.

5. But the worst was yet to come. My parents had to go out for the evening to a dinner party, and so I stayed at home. I was really bored so I phoned a couple of friends, one of which had a ouija board. I didn't want him to because of the stuff I mentioned before, but he insisted we give it a try. Today I wish I hadn't. When everyone had arrived we set the board up in the living room and placed 2 candles either side of the board. We asked the question 'Is there anyone there?', and within moments the planchet flew to the word YES. Everyonr though somebody had pushed it, but I knew better. The next question was 'What's your name?'. The reply was MARY SMITH. The next question was 'Did you die in the house?' and the reply was YES. THe next question really frightened me. It was 'How did you die?' and the reply wad simply DOOR. Nobody understood the answer except me, but I didn't say anythnig because then they would have though I was pushing the planchet. Then, one of the gag asked 'Can you show yourself?'. Why he asked that I'll neveer understand. The planchet flew to the word YES and I knew something horrible was about to happen. For the first 10 minutes, nothing did happen, and my friends were all angry that nothing did happen. Suddenly, we heard a light creaking sound, and later, as you'll find out later, it was the sound of all the locks on the doors of the house closing. We were prisoners. The door began to rattle, and the padlock was thrown about violently again. We all thought the door was going to be smashed into pieces because of the massive force that was behind it. Then it happened. There was the most terrible scream behind the door that made some of us literally wet ourselves. the scream was one of terrible pain and misery, and we knew we had to get out of and as far away from the building as we could before the 'thing' managed to escape. We ran to the front door, but it was locked. All we could do is stand there and watch as the door took a horrible battering. All of a sudden however, the commotion stopped, and all the doors opened. It was over. My friends certainly knew that this thing was real now.

6. It had to happen. The parents finally got a dose of the ghost which made them realise I was telling the truth. We were all sitting down in the living room when we heard a horrendus crash upstairs. After concluding that it must be a burglar, father walked up the stairs armed with a baseball bat he kept in the house for emergencies. He found nothing. He walked back downstairs again saying that it must have happened outside when suddenly there was another crash, and footsteps started walking through the rooms. First they started in my room, then they walked over to the bathroom, and then they walked over to the room that was directly above the door, where they stopped. The door began to rattle again,and at least this time the parents were there to witness it. After about 5 minutes, the rattling stopped. when everyone had calmed down, father decided that he had to look behind the door to see what was behind there. He took a hacksaw, and started to cut into the padlock, and, after half an hour, managed to cut though. He told us all to get back as he opened the door. The sight inside was something that nobody should ever have to see in their entire lives. There was a hideously deformed skeleton of a young person, which was partially covered in decaying flesh. There was an empty water bowl beside her alongside several rat skeletons. We all felt physically ill at the sight, and knew that we had to get out of the house as quickly as possible, but father had unknowingly set the ghost free. A horribly icy blast thrashed through us and made our teeth chatter, and all the locks on the doors closed again. Knowing something dreadful was going to happen, father grabbed the basebal bat and smashed a window with it. We all jumped out and into the car, where we drove away and stayed at my grandmothers.

Shortly afterwards, my father paid for the remains to have an honest Christian burial, and nothing has happened since we moved back in. Yet.

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[jami]

OOOOOHHHH!!!! I LOVE this topic! I have a thing for ghost stories. I have quite a few, but I'll have to come back later and tell them!

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[Brodacious]

Here is my ghost story:

About 3 years ago, my girlfriend, Trang and I threw a birthday party at the local Holiday Inn. After everybody had left, Trang and I cleaned up and went to bed. At around 4:30am, she got up and got ready for work. I stayed up with her and walked her out to her car when she left. I was still tired, so I made my way back up to the room for some more shuteye. As I lay there half asleep, I heard the water in the bathroom come on and I also heard shuffling sounds, like plastic wrap rattling. I thought maybe I had fallen asleep and while I was sleeping my girlfriend had returned. I called out for her, but there was "No Reply"(heh,heh.)Then I thought that maybe I hadn't locked the room's door when I walked her to her car and that someone had entered when I was out. Well, this thought frightened me. I was just about to get out of bed and see what was up when I heard footsteps come out of the bathroom and into the main room. I tracked them with my ears(it was still dark)as they came across the room and stopped at the foot of the bed. As I got ready to get up and reach for the lamp-switch next to the bed, someone or something laid down across my body and let out an audible sigh. I could feel the weight, it was as if somone was laying on my stomach! I just laid there for a few seconds, too scared to move. I finally built up enough courage to put my hand out to feel what it was, and it felt like it slid off my body, onto the bed, off the bed and onto the floor. I felt this as well as heard it. I sat up and turned on the lamp. I peered over the side of the bed and there was nothing there. I looked under the bed-nothing! I got up and turned on EVERY light in the room. I was very freaked out, I didn't want to stay there anymore, so I got dressed and checked out. I'll never forget how my hands were shaking as I signed my receipt at the front desk. I was a total skeptic up until that point, and in many regards still am, but I'll never stay at that place again!!

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[SleepyHead]

Jena was a normal toddler just six months past her first birthday. She refused to allow me to walk anywhere unless she was 'glued' to my kneecaps, heehee. When I was nursing my 4 month old, however, it was her bound duty to escape my motherly clutches, and roam at will in our tiny 4 room rented house. Our neighborhood had the appearance of a rough one, and I'd made it a point (probably paranoic in nature) to keep all the doors and windows locked and bolted tight. I had also taken the precaution of installing locks that were out of my roaming toddler's reach.

One day, I had finished nursing the baby, and had just laid her down for her nap. I hadn't even gathered myself to see what Jena was up to, when she let out a blood-curdling scream! Deep-seated panic erupted, but before I could even make it to the door of the bedroom, Jena had fireballed in, hoisted her shivering limbs onto the bed, and refused to budge an inch. She babbled almost incoherently about "the man, Mommy, the man, there's a man..."

No amount of persuasion could convince the terrified toddler to give me any more info, so I grabbed a steel-core police baton, and inched my way towards the living room. I expected to find a burglar or worse lurking around every corner, and was so upset I could have chucked up my last meal. What startled me more than anything as I double-checked the still locked windows and doors was that I could actually walk unimpeded by my usually velcro-attached daughter. After doing my check, and feeling silly wielding my baton, I went back to the bedroom. Picking up my toddler (who had soaked her Pamper in her terror), I carried her about the house, assuring her that whatever "man" she'd seen, he wasn't here now.

A few weeks later, the incident forgotten, I was reading a book on the couch, and the girls were happily dispensing all 104 cards of a deck belonging to one of our games on the other end of the couch. Some of these flipped behind the couch, others were stuffed down the cushions, and the rest hit the floor on their end. Daddy arrived home to a messy couch, and had to retrieve all of the cards before he could even sit down. Retrieving the cards required the moving of the couch, so I carefully turned my book face down to mark my page on the arm of the sofa at my end.

After much huffing and puffing, all of the cards were retrieved, and the couch moved back in place. Settling down, I reached for my book, only to discover it was gone. This was a repeated occurrence: several times, my husband and I got into verbal slinging matches when one of us put down some item in a specific place, only to find it gone later. Of course, we each denied knowledge of it, and once the item was found, accused the other of advanced amnesia.

On this occasion, however, we had neither one left the living room, the girls were firmly ensconced in their beds, and still something had managed to disappear. While not actually keeping the book in direct and unbroken eyesight, there had been no activity on my end of the couch, and no reason for the book to have leapt off the arm of it. An half-hour's search turned up the book... at the other end of the couch, turned face down at the page I had left off...

on the floor, under the edge of the couch.

This incident, too, did not make a mighty impression on us, but it took a bit longer for the memory of it to fade. In fact, I had not completely forgotten it when the next "incident" occurred. Winter had set in, all the curtains and blinds were drawn, and afghans and blankets were the norm all over the house. With the early advance of dark each evening, I had taken to turning on a lamp in the living room. Our living room had no light other than the lamp, and the lamp itself sat atop 4 feet high boxes in a nook not directly in front of a window.

Not quite 7pm, the girls were abed and the house was all quiet. I was once again reading a book, and was so engrossed in it that my attention was almost not gotten when a sudden dimming of the light happened. Power fluxes were the norm in our neighborhood, after all, and we'd been there long enough for me to be used to the lights going from dim to bright and back again on a random basis. I glanced up to make sure that one of the bulbs in the lamp had not gone out... and sat transfixed as a perfectly formed profile of a man's head made it's shadowed way across my lampshade. I quickly reached behind me, yanked open both curtains and blinds, hoping to see who was walking so close to my window to have his shadow appear so clearly on my lamp. I was nonplussed to find that not only was there no-one there, but that the street light had still not been repaired from the last teen-age b.b. gun attack.

Jerking my head back just in time to see the back of the head's shadow continue it's slow march across my lamp-shade, I was stunned to inaction. I had just seen my first ghost... and it was very likely the same ghost who delighted in moving my things about. It also dawned on me that this was the "man" who had so terrified my daughter all those weeks ago. Quietly and firmly, I told him, "You are welcome to stay, but if you ever show yourself to my daughter again, I'll get the priest out here."

Items still managed to move mysteriously over the next 2 months, but we no longer got into fights about them. The behaviour became so commonplace that we really didn't give it any conscious thought anymore. Finally having found a place that was big enough to accomodate our growing family, we had piled up our belongings in boxes all over the house, in preparation to moving day.

Making the usual phone calls that one makes when changing residence, I had discovered that our phone suddenly quit working. The bill was up to date, and I had tested and discovered that the problem lay in the lines themselves, and not in either my phone or it's cord. Two days before we moved out, a phone company representative knocked on my door, with his tool-belt on, and a new phone jack in his hands, still wrapped in a poly bag.

Holding a child on each hip, I directed him in the careful moving of the boxes surrounding the old phone jack. He took one of the boxes down, and put the new jack on top of it, while he commenced taking off the old one. After he showed me the burnt out connector in the old jack, he made ready to install the new one... once again, we had an item that had disappeared. We searched for it, even moving the boxes some more. Nevertheless, it was not to be found, so he went out to the truck to get another one.

He came in, very red in the face, having decided he'd lost his mind and forgotten it, for he'd found the same jack he'd brought with him lying on the front seat of his locked up vehicle. He was really frustrated at himself, until I reminded him that it surely couldn't have gone far, he'd only been there a few minutes, and I'd watched him put it on the box just a minute before. He had nothing to say, and I finally worked up my nerve to ask him, "Do you believe in ghosts? Let me tell you a story..."



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[Harbidge]

I think we've scared someone. http://www.beatlelinks.net/ubb/smilies/images/icons/wink.gif Brodacious. That was spooooooky!!!

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[Harbidge]

True story this:

It's rare, but sometimes I stay up after my family have gone to bed to watch the better half of television. Sometimes, when I'm downstairs, I can hear 'creaks' in the floorboards upstairs, like someone has put weight on it. Usually there's only one creak, but on rare occasions there's around 4. Sometimes these creaks grow into some kind of footsteps where the walker is tiptoeing like they don't want to attract attention.

Every time in the morning after this happens, I ask my family whether they had gotten up during the night, and every time the answer is no.

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[Harbidge]

There was this woman who used to live on her own in a flat which used to be an orphanage. The orphanage was closed because several of the children there had died in suspicious circumstances, and many were mis-treated and abused.

The whole ordeal began just 4 days after she had moved in. Every time she tried to get to sleep she would always have the constant feeling that she was being watched, and on some still nights she could hear faint but clear childrens laughter. This she foolishly ignored.

One day, she was washing up the dishes after lunch, when she heard a noise in the living room. She went to investigate and saw, on the wall, the shadow of a girl with pigtails run out the door. Although this distraught the poor woman, she put it down to imagination and tried to forget about it.

Unfortunatly, this wasn't imagination, and the next event proved this. She was sitting in her armchair watching television, when she heard a childs cry coming from upstairs. Thinking that she had left the radio on or something she walked upstairs to investigate. When she got to the top of the stairs however, she saw a shadow run into her bedroom. Not knowing what it was she went over and looked. In her room was a small boy, about 12 years old, who was completely red in clour and had huge, glowing red eyes. In his hand was a meat cleaver that was covered in blood. He saw the poor woman and lunged at her, but luckily missed her. She turned around and fled, but could hear the footsteps running towards her, getting closer and closer...

She awoke outside next to her car with a nasty gash on her forehead. She stood up and thought that she had dreamed it, and the sleepwalked outside. It quickly dawned on her however that it was all real when she noticed that scratched on the bonnet of her car was the message 'NOT THE END I WILL BE BACK WATCH OUT BEHIND YOU.

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[bearkat77]

Since Harb has posted a couple of gruesome tales, I thought we should have a topic just for them. Anyone got a juicy tale to tell?

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[Harbidge]

Believe you me, I could post literally hundreds of great stories here. If you all post your stories here (as long as they're true) I'll make a ghost site up ith the such. I did make one at http://www.angelfire.com/weird/ghostportal but I've lost the files. Hey, ho. Start again. http://www.beatlelinks.net/ubb/smilies/images/icons/wink.gif


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[Lucy]

That is foul.

I have quite a few little stories I could add here....weird stuff is always happening to me. The thing is, mine aren't all scary and frightening - I don't see why all ghost stories have to be. I love them and when something odd happens like that to me I look on it as fun!! I don't share them with many people because I know it does frighten them...I guess I have always accepted it because it is me rather than the houses where I live or the places I go & I guess there is nothing I can do about it!!

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[jami]

I can't wait until you post some of your experiences, Lucy! She's had some of the most amazings things happen to her. Sometimes I wish cool things like that would happen for me, but it's probably best that they don't, cause I might go just a tad bit bonkers if I'd ever actually see a ghost!

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[jami]

Here in Southern Louisiana, where I live, are tons of old Plantation Homes. One of the old homes is a bed and breakfast, and it's said the be the most haunted house in America. I'll go ahead and paste the story about the home for eveyone to read! Scaaaary! http://www.beatlelinks.net/ubb/smilies/afraid1.gif

THE MYRTLES PLANTATION
"ONE OF AMERICA'S MOST HAUNTED HOUSES"
ST. FRANCISVILLE, LOUISIANA


THE MYRTLES IS LOCATED IN ST. FRANCISVILLE, A SMALL LOUISIANA TOWN WITH PERHAPS MORE HAUNTED HOUSES PER CAPITA THAN ANY OTHER PLACE IN THE SOUTH!


From a mirror that is said to hold the spirit of a ghost to phantom children who play on the verandah, the Myrtles Plantation may have more ghosts than any other place in America!
Since it was built in 1794, no less than ten murders have been committed here and there are so many bizarre occurrences that have been documented at Myrtles that it has become a favorite spot for ghost hunters and curiosity-seekers alike!

The Myrtles Plantation was built in 1794 by General David Bradford and remains today an excellent example of antebellum architecture along the Mississippi River. The residents and the owners of the house, who have changed several times over the years, recall the many ghostly tales and stories that have been passed on from generation to generation. In a book that was published about the Myrtles in 1900, the author claimed that if every light in the house was darkened, the Myrtles would receive a visitation by one of its spirits.
It has been said that the lights have never been all turned off since....

The troubles that led to the haunting began when Sara Matilda, the daughter of David Bradford, married Judge Clark Woodruffe and they moved into the Myrtles. Sara Matilda had given birth to two daughters and was carrying a third child, when an event took place that still haunts the Myrtles today.
Woodruffe, had a reputation in the region for integrity with men and with the law, but was also known for being promiscuous. While his wife was pregnant with their third child, he started an intimate relationship with one of his slaves. Unfortunately, this practice was fairly common at the time and it has been recorded as one of the tragedies of slavery. This particular girl, whose name was Chloe, was a household servant who, while she hated being forced to give in to Woodruffe's sexual demands, realized that if she didn't, she could be sent to work in the fields, which was the most brutal of the slave's work.
Eventually, Woodruffe tired of Chloe and chose another girl with whom to carry on. Chloe feared the worst, sure that she was going to be sent to the fields, she began eavesdropping on the Woodruffe family's private conversations, dreading the mention of her name.
One day, the Judge caught her at this and ordered that one of her ears be cut off to teach her a lesson and to put her in her place. After that time, she always wore a green turban around her head.
What happened next is still unclear... some claim that the next event was done so that the family would just get sick and then Chloe could nurse them back to health and earn the Judge's gratitude and some claim that it was done for vengeance!

For whatever reason, Chloe put a small amount of poison into a birthday cake that was made in honor of the Judge's oldest daughter. The two children, and Sara Matilda, each had slices of the poisoned cake but the Judge didn't eat any of it. Before the end of the day, all of them were very sick. Chloe patiently attended to their needs, never realizing (if it was an accident) that she had given them too much poison.... in just hours, they were all three dead.

The other slaves, afraid that the Judge would punish them also, dragged Chloe from her room and hanged her from a nearby tree. Her body was later cut down, weighted with rocks and thrown into the river. The Judge closed off the children's dining room, where the party was held, and never allowed it to be used again as long as he lived, which wasn't long, for he too was slain by a murderer a few years later. To this day, the room has never again been used for dining. It is called the game room today.

Since that day, the ghost of Chloe has been reported at the Myrtles and has even been accidentally photographed by the current owner. A photo that she took of the house showed a shadowy figure in a turban standing near the building. Her spirit has also been seen in the house, perhaps seeking the ghost of the Judge who escaped her revenge.

But Chloe is not the only ghost who haunts this house.... the place seems to be infested with spirits from many different parts of the history of the place.
Two of the most tragic ghosts are those of the Woodruffe children who died from the poisoned cake. These small spirits have been seen playing on the verandah of the house, in the hallways, in the children's dining room and strangely, have been reported on a hanging chandelier. They seem to be trapped here in the place where their lives were horribly taken.
One spirit is that of a French woman who wanders from room to room and searches for someone she never seems to find. Residents and visitors have also told of the sound of a ghostly crying baby who can be heard in various parts of the house. Perhaps the French woman is seeking this phantom?
Another ghost only appears when a thunderstorm approaches. A young girl, with long curly hair and wearing an ankle-length dress, has been seen floating outside the window of the game room, cupping her hands and trying to peer inside through the glass.
The grand piano on the first floor also plays by itself, usually repeating the same chord over and over again. Sometimes it continues on through the night. When someone comes into the room to check on the sound, the music stops and will only start again when they leave.
In the French bedroom, a woman has been reported in a black skirt who dances to music that only she can hear. This ghost appears to be floating about a foot off of the floor.

The employees at the house often get the worst of the events which happen here. The Myrtles has been open for some time as a bed and breakfast, renting rooms in the house and in cottages on the grounds.
One day, a maid was mopping the hallway on the first floor when she came to s strange spot near the front door. She found that no matter how hard she pushed the mop, it would not enter an area on the floor.... it was roughly the size of a human body. There was nothing there and no reason for it... other than that it was the same place where a man had been shot and died right after the Civil War. The strange phenomenon lasted for a month.
Another employee, a gateman, was hired to greet guests at the front gate each day. One day, a woman in a white, old fashioned dress walked through the gate without speaking to him. She walked up to the house and vanished through the front door without ever opening it. The gateman quit his job and never returned to the house.

Past owners also claim to have seen a woman's ghost carrying a candle walking up the stairs. One night, a previous owner was talking with some guests on the front porch when they heard a sound that appeared to be a door slamming in the house. They looked and saw a candle, with no one holding it, slowly floating up the stairs as if it were being carried. They walked in to follow it and found the room to be icy cold.
The same thing had been reported by the five previous owners and some believe that it may be the ghost of Sara Matilda, searching for her husband.

Another strange phenomenon seems to be a portrait hanging in the game room. This same picture had also been reported to detach itself from the wall and fly across rooms. One owner was struck in the face by it and still bears the scar to this day. According to legend, the expression of the man in the painting is supposed to change expression... is it true or the power of suggestion?
Whatever it is, an infrared photo that was taken of it several years ago revealed what seemed to be a bloody handprint on the wall next to the painting.... strangely, four people have been murdered in that room over the years.




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[jami]

Of course! Don't forget the Ouija Board, though!

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[Harbidge]

We can use mine.

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[Harbidge]

Has anyone here ever been doing something on their own, and then suddenly 'see' someone out of the corner of their eye? This happens to me constantly, and it's always of the same person. A woman in a pure white dress. Plus it only ever happens when I'm in my house. Spoooooooooky.

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[jami]

Yes! I am the biggest chicken ever, so I NEVER sleep with the tv off, but one night the electicity went out, and when I woke up, I saw "The Dark Man"! Well, that's what I call him anyway........it was this dark shadowy figure just standing on my side of the bed! Ahhhhh! I was so scared! When I turned my light on, it wasn't there. My hubby says I was dreaming. I beg to differ.

Also...... this happens allllll the time to me: At night, I'll wake up (or at least I think I'm awake) to see these swirling lights coming towards my head. I know I'm awake and not dreaming because I actually scream and hide my face under the covers. Scaaaaaaary, huh? http://www.beatlelinks.net/ubb/smilies/afraid1.gif

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[Lucy]

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Tahoma, Arial, Sans-Serif">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Harbidge:
This happens to me constantly, and it's always of the same person. A woman in a pure white dress.
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She'll be your life-guide Harb....one of your angels. Nothing too spooky!! Rather comforting in fact!! You probably only ever see her in your house because maybe you need her when you're there.
I see mine a lot....sometimes they even tap me on the shoulder or say my name.
I ask you all - DON'T THINK I'M A FREAK!!!!!

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[mindgames]

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Tahoma, Arial, Sans-Serif">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by jami:
I saw "The Dark Man"! Well, that's what I call him anyway........it was this dark shadowy figure just standing on my side of the bed! <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

Now I'm not that dark, am I?

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This week, the Beatles' greatest hits album, "1", is at number thirty-five on the USA album charts.

[jami]

I dunno, Mindgames, are you? I've never seen you! Is that you in my room everynight???? http://www.beatlelinks.net/ubb/smilies/images/icons/wink.gif

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[Dreamer]

When I was younger, I had this boyfriend who I thought the world of. I felt connected with him in many ways, including spiritually. I was devistated when he had a terrible car accident and died leaving my house one late March evening. Five years have passed since this occurance, but I thought I would share it with you since we are on the subject.

One night, about two years after he died, I drove out to Deer Creek to see Phish play this concert. I was traveling with a bunch of my friends, however the group was split up at this particular venue, and I decided that I would like to see the concert by myself for the first time in 4 shows. As the band came out on stage thousands pushed forward and there I stood face to face with my boyfriend that had passed away.

I was dumbfounded. I told myself that it couldn't possibly be who I thought it was, but he was staring right at me and so I couldn't help but smile. As the show started, we both danced the night away, enjoying the good vibes, warm weather, and a great show. Throughout the night I kept staring at this man, KNOWING that this was my late boyfriend.

To keep the story short, at the end of the show he turned to me and smiled. Something within myself told me that I just had to talk with him, and so bravely I approached him and said, "You know, I know it isn't possible, however you remind me of a friend of mine that I haven't spoken to in a few years and I really miss him. Would it be strange if I gave you a hug?" The man reached out his arms, with a big smile, and enbraced me in this super gigantic hug that put goosebumps all over my body. After he let me go, or perhaps after I let him go, I asked him his name. With one last smile he spoke the name of my boyfriend. Incredibly, a crowd of people walked in between myself and this man and he vanished into the mob.

I walked away from that night, knowing within my heart that I had just spent the evening with my old boyfriend.

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"Nothing will stop me, and whether I'm here or wherever I may be, I'll always have the same feelings, I'll say what I feel."

[jami]

OMG, Dreamer! What an unbelievable story! I have total goosebumps right now. You've got to tell me more about this sometime http://www.beatlelinks.net/ubb/smilies/images/icons/wink.gif

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[Brodacious]

My Grandparents house has long been considered haunted. All of my Aunts and Uncles have seen weird stuff going on there and my mother claims to have seen ghosts there on a few different occasions. My Grandpa lives there alone now(my Grandma died 6 years ago) and he says he hasn't seen anything weird for a long time. I practically grew up there and have never seen anything, but to this day...I WON'T go upstairs. Well, yesterday my mother had to take my Grandpa to the doctor and I thought I'd go along and mow his lawn for him while they were gone. When I was done, I went inside and turned on the TV and waited for them to get home. As I sat there, someone said my name!! I heard it plain as day. Then, I heard children laughing upstairs...it sounded like it was a FEW children. As I listened, I could hear footsteps running back and forth upstairs, from one end of the house to the other, over and over. Now, looking back on the hotel experience I posted above, I should have known better, but I grew some *guts* and went to open the door leading upstairs. I had to see. I WANTED to see. As soon as I opened the door, the sounds stopped. I crept up the first 2 steps(I hadn't been up there in so many years!)and as soon as I reached the third, I heard a man laugh. I didn't go any further. I slowly backed down the steps, shut the door and decided to wait for my Mom and Grandpa outside. I sat there wondering about the whole incident for a minute, all the while feeling like I was being watched. Not too long after, my Mom and Grandpa arrived. I didn't tell them what happened. As we where leaving, I shot a glance to the upstairs window.....and I wish I hadn't. There, in the window, I could plainly see a woman. I stopped the car and told my mom to have a look. She said she couldn't see anything. I wanted to get a better look, so I decided to get out of the car(we were still in the driveway). I undid my sealt belt and when I looked up again, she was gone. So, after 24 years of me visiting that house, and having nothing happen, this happens!! Children laughing, a man laughing, and a woman. Hmmmm. My interest is peaked!




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[Harbidge]

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Tahoma, Arial, Sans-Serif">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Lucy:
She'll be your life-guide Harb....one of your angels. Nothing too spooky!! Rather comforting in fact!! You probably only ever see her in your house because maybe you need her when you're there.
I see mine a lot....sometimes they even tap me on the shoulder or say my name.
I ask you all - DON'T THINK I'M A FREAK!!!!!
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I don't think you're a freak, but I always thought that my guardian angel was my late grandfather.



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[Harbidge]

We have a ouija board that we bought from the internet. Please don't tell me that they're evil and can kill us because I don't believe that. All they are is a board and pointer that can talk to the spirit world.

One time, me and my mother took the board over to a friend of ours for an evening of table tapping. It started off pretty dull where nothing happened, but suddenly, when we asked the question 'Is there anybody there?' for about the six time, the planchette moved to the word YES. At first I had my doubts because anyone could have been pushing it, but the one piece of evidence I needed would come when we asked for their name, and they replied N, E, L, L, I and E. They also said that they were on my fathers side. After this, the board announced that a deceased friend of one of the party (I'll call him Rob) was there and wanted a chat. The name came up correct. (I forget what it was) Rob then asked what they used to do during their lunch breaks, (to see whether anyone was pushing it probably) and the letters S, H, A and G came up. This was significant because that was the nickname everyone had at where Rob worked. (silly I know) and then suddenly the board spelt out S, W, I and M, which was correct.

After that however, we only really got gibberish for about 10 minutes before the planchette suddenly swung to the GOODBYE and everything was over.

However, when I got back home, I immediately dug out our old family tree, and there, on the father's side was Nellie Harbidge.

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