Friday, December 16, 2011

Befriending a Demon?

I'm really afraid to put this out there, but I really do need help. I guess I should start by telling you all about myself. I'm a witch and its been in my family for a while. I started to be interested in my family's religion and soon got into it. This year I did my dedication ritual and changed my name (which for my safety I will not put down) and everything seemed alright... I guess.

I'm psychic and have had many experiences throughout my short life (I'm 14) with spirits and although they were weird, they have never been THIS weird or creepy.

Before I go on, I want to tell you all that I have had vivid dreams of shadow people... and its like... they are reaching out to me... calling me. "you are us and we are you" they repeat... weird I know. I won't go into full detail about this, but something had happened with my friend Cam and me and my friend Sam (who is a psychic and a therian) were trying to figure out what to do. She then came to me and said that an outside force had part in what was going on. I myself had felt like that as well.

I began having weird dreams of a man visiting me and when I told Sam this she admitted that she had a spirit of a man following her as well. When he was around, I felt scared. But not because I was afraid of him, but of what he made me feel, like an urge of needing to go somewhere and all he had said to me was "in due time".

(I'm really sorry if some of you don't believe me.. I just need at least ONE person too at least try and help)

Anyways... the visits got a lot more frequent... and then something happened. You know how you have thoughts right? Well have you ever felt like they weren't your own thoughts? But someone else's? Well that's what happened. I ended up writing it all down and showed it to Sam. She freaked because there were things in there that I had no clue of knowing about her. Then it happened to her. What scared me was what they had told her... we are you... and you are us... She (they were talking about me) is us... and us is she...

I wanted to get to the bottom of this so I went to her house and tried to see what was going on... who and what was messing with us. (she also has other spirits at her house). Anyway, I don't want to go into full detail... but the info I got from it was that he was a demon... and had been fallowing us for years... I thought Sam was playing around so I asked it to spell out my witch name that I had claimed as mine. I hardly even touched the stone (my hands were ice cold and shaking) and it spelled out my full name and I began to cry. Sam at that moment had blacked out and was whispering the first part of my name (I had never told her this)

Same with Sam... and it was so freaky... The night that I had done my dedication ritual I had felt a dark presence just beyond my circle I had casted... again that same feeling of fear of what it made me feel had washed over me. I had asked it if he was the one there that night and he had told me yes... all of my dreams... all of those times I had seen them... he was there. This scared me half to death and now I just don't know what to do. He talks to me and its so weird... its like he's been knowing me for a long time... knowing things about me that I wouldn't dare tell anyone else.

Even Sam is scared and now my friend Cam said that she feels different and she doesn't know who she is anymore. I know what your thinking... I know... but I just just need some help. Someone's thoughts about this. Anyone... even if its just one would help me out like crazy.

He keeps telling us that everything we know is a lie... that our lives are going to change... I'm so confused...

Help? Thanks for reading (sorry if its too long)

P.S. I don't know if this helps or anything... but I had decided to walk the path of an nocturnal practitioner... and also if there is any info that I might have left out that you want to know I will try to respond as soon as I can.

thanks again

~many blessings~
Sent in by Panther

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

The Myth of Vampires and it's Impact on Sociology

If you study closely the mythology of vampires, Vampires were before the 18th century corpses which crawled out of their graves at night to drink the blood or the living fluid from peoples, usually members of their own family or close acquaintances to return after to their graves, they were living dead who could not have any of the living actions, they only rise, feed and die to return again and again.
Of course, if you study vampirism all over the world some details change but they remain living dead.

Contrary to most belief, Bram Stoker was not the creator of the modern romantic (sexual) noble blood sucker, the ones that seduces women to become their victims.
The modern vampire image came out of a boudoir discussion in 1816.
Here’s the story, a group of writers were together on a vacation near Geneva in 1816,
There was George Gordon, Lord Byron, Dr John Polidori, Percy Bysshe Shelley and his to be famous wife, none other than Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (the mother of Frankenstein).
From this discussion everyone decided to write an horror story, Mary Shelley Wrote Frankenstein or the modern promethus and Lord Byron started a novel named The Vampyre but never finished it, it was eventually finished and published by Dr John Polidori in 1819.
Thirty years later Edward Lloyd Publication published Varney the Vampyre Feast of blood.
It was written by many different writers and published in 1847, and like everyone knows Stoker wrote Dracula which was published for the first time  in 1897.

I was first interested in Vampires in the 1960’s, I have seen every movies about them, read every book about them.

Before the 80’s, the only peoples claiming to be vampires were serial killers, because in those days vampires were perceived has Blood Drinking Monsters.

Then in 1976 and later came Anne Rice’s Vampires chronicles, and bang!!!...

Vampires appeared out of nowhere, in Late 90’s and all through the years 2000/2011 the population of alleged REAL Vampires grew faster than the grass on my lawn (this is fast, believe me)

At that point if everyone whom said they were vampires had drank a glass of human blood a day, the population of humans would have been eradicated in 20 years.

In the 90’s and early 2000’s they were the exact descriptions of Anne Rice Vampires, then those (real) vampires changed, most of them moved on as they grew older, but a new breed  was born, now they are the exact description of the Twilight Vampires.

Since 1995, on the web I have met ;
1 time traveller
135 werewolves
1000 Aliens from outer space
3098 Ghosts
10,000 Witches
And about 100,000 Vampires of all kind.
And all of them said they were real and did not care if they were not believed.
They all said they did not care about us humans, (They should, after all we are their lunches)
They all said they were tired of hiding.


Everyone should know that blood cause vomiting when drank in large amount, and has no regenerator properties.

(Serial Killer John George Haigh the acid bath Vampire used to vomit when he drank blood, it was one of the reasons he got caught)

If you say you are an immortal, a person who stay’s young without the use of any regenerator, then we could have a discussion.

But a Vampire,

No way..

I already met one of 2000 years old.

The only creatures in Mythology that drink blood and remain young to live a normal life without anyone knowing it, are the werewolves and their cousins the Priccolitch, a human changing itself into a dog at night to kill and drink the blood of animals.

So kids, keep playing your games but stop trying to convince others that your fantasies are real, it’s not only annoying, it can be dangerous as the internationals news shows us once in a while.


Thursday, September 29, 2011

A Friend Who Thought I Was One of Them

When I was four years old me and my family moved to a quiet little house in Michigan.

I quickly became adjusted to life in colder winters and cloudy days, unlike my days in Florida, where I was born. Our new house was bigger than our last one and it had more land. I thought I had become the luckiest girl in the world.

Then I met a girl. I saw her two months after we had moved into the new house. I was playing with my dolls under the covers of my bed when I heard a voice say, "Can I play, too?" I took my head out from under the covers to see who it was and I saw a girl.

She looked perfectly normal, if you don't count her old style that might have come from the 1800's. She wore her brown hair in a ponytail and she had tan skin with giant, innocent looking brown eyes. She had what had seemed like a maid's dress, with a black, poofy dress with a white apron over it. Her shoes were black with buttons on them.

I asked who she was and she said her name was Mary-Anne. She told me this was her room and one day she woke up with giant, scary looking flames around her room. She somehow fell asleep again, and the next morning her parents were not there, nor was her sisters. She said she was waiting for them to come back.

I felt sorry for her, so I handed her a doll and we played. Then I talked to her about my life. She said she was six years old. I thought that my mom would love to hear about this girl. After all, if she loved me, why couldn't she love my friend?

I started to talk about Mary-Anne all the time. She seemed nice and she had a sweet voice that sounded like a quiet, cute whisper. I had come to think of her as my sister. This was great, I had thought. I now had a sister, since I was an only child at the time.

I started to tell my mother how much fun Mary-Anne was and how nice she was. My mother might have thought I was having a imaginary friend because she only laughed. But then things got serious.

I started forcing my mother to make meals for Mary-Anne and to let her go to the park with us and such. I would ask Mary-Anne about her family and her life and she had said she did not know what a park was.

I showed her to the door but when I stepped outside Mary-Anne would stop and give me the evil eye, then turn and stomp away. I had no clue why, but now I think I know. Mary-Anne was not allowed to go past the door, and I think she was angry at me for leaving her like this.

Mary-Anne may have seemed nice, but she was violent when she was angry. When I came back and went to my room Mary-Anne grabbed me neck and pushed me against the wall and screamed, "You left me! You left me! You left me like my Momma and Poppa did!" When that happened, I just slunk away from my room.

But on this particular day, I had told Mary-Anne I would have to go to school. Mary-Anne knew what this was and she knew I would be gone for part of the day. She yelled at me and scolded me and told me she would hurt me if I left her once again.

I tried to explain I could not miss out on my education, but Mary-Anne would not hear it. When I left for school, all I could think about was not to face Mary-Anne so that I would not get hurt.

I had been gone for at least six hours when I came home, and Mary-Anne was furious. "You left me longer than you ever had before! I can't be your friend if you keep doing this!" And with that, she grabbed my hair so hard a chunk of my brown hair fell off. I screamed and then I thwacked her head.

Mary-Anne screamed and then glared at me with evil eyes. "How dare you!" She said. She grabbed my hand so hard it hurt. Her long fingernails dug into my wrist and I cried in pain. She pulled me to the bathroom and ran the water in the tub. When it was full she dunked my head inside and would not let me out.

I gargled the water and gasped for air. My mother then came and saw me with my head in the water, desperate for air. She had not seen Mary-Anne, and she thought I was trying to kill myself.

She pulled me out, defeating the six year old power that Mary-Anne had. "There is much to live for, Jenisse! Don't be doing that again!" She scolded. I knew I was too young to try to commit suicide, so I thought it was silly that my mother would think that.

When I went to bed Mary-Anne was waiting for me. "I'm sorry. I got carried away. I'm sorry." She had said. I now feared her. I knew her anger would get out of control if I said I did not forgive her, so I said I forgave her. But truly, I wanted to run to my mother and cry.

With that, Mary-Anne said it was time for bed and she disappeared in the walls. I tucked myself into bed, thinking of the horrors my 'friend' had decided to do.

I now did not want to live in my home anymore. With that, I fell asleep.

I was woken up in the middle of the night with a shake on my arm. "Come on, Jenisse, let's play!" Mary-Anne whined. "I don't want to play, now. I want to sleep." I confirmed. Mary-Anne glared at me.

"We will play NOW. GET UP!" She demanded. With that, I pushed her out of my way and went to my mother's room. I heard Mary-Anne scream in fury and scurry after me.

I looked back. I saw Mary-Anne's true face, bloody and burnt from fire. I knew now that she was a ghost, and she was dead. That scary thing that was around her bed- it was fire.

It all came together and then I ran faster, trying to get to my mother's room. I made it and  Mary-Anne's bloody face stared at me, and then she yelled, "I'll get you!" And with that, she disappeared.

I told my mother all that had happened and my mother thought It was a nightmare. But it was too realistic to be a dream. I never saw Mary-Anne again. Maybe she crossed over and found her family or maybe she could not see me anymore, for she had revealed her true self and now I could no longer see her.

But I was happy that I never saw her again.

Sent in by Jenisse

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

March Vampire Home

Legends about vampires prevailed in middle Qing Dynasty and afterwards. Most records were made by Yuan Mei and JI Xiaolan, who were both famous scholars then.

Marching vampire home originated in four counties of western HU NAN province of western China. When a man died his body would be marched home by a magician before the corpse decayed... lining up with wrist tied to one string, corpses bounced along the road. It was yellow paper talisman attached to the corpse’s forehead which is given magic power by skilled magician that sent corpses following the magician ahead of them.

During their move, gongs were struck and bells shook by other magicians to warn people ahead to avoid them. The gang moved at night and lodged at inn during daytime to go to sleep. On arriving at a hotel, magicians will remove talismans from corpse’s forehead for during daytime, corpses have no ability to make troubles.

It is also said that actually, corpse was carried home by people on their shoulder. A generally-accepted idea is Marching vampire home is closely associated with drug-trafficking activity. Corpse is often considered not auspicious in Chinese tradition and people will avoid corpse as much as possible. So under the cover of vampire, opium produced  by western powers, especially Britain, found their way to Chinese addicts. From this point, Britain contributed a lot to vampire legends in China.

Sent in by Yumao Wu, Copyright 2011

The Dangers of Romanticizing Vampires

The Tibetan Vampire and Specially Designed Door

Once many tourists to Tibeta would wonder why gates there are so odd looking. Gate is so short, about one third shorter than ordinary gate, and into the house you feel like you are moving up a slope, which seems so out of proportion to gigantic house. To enter a Tibetan  room, one must stoop  in with head drooping. Outsiders may hold that these gates are results of bad designs before they were told the following legend.

In practice, a gate is an effective tool against vampire’s invading. In Tibeta,  people, wicked or suffering constant poverty, are likely to become vampires after their death. These vampires regretting not having fulfilled his evil desire or having enough to eat before their death, will rise up to implement their will.

And unique Tibetan burial customs also facilitate formation of vampires. In Tibeta , especially in town, a dead person got buried 3 to 7 days before he is sent to sky-bury platform, where local shamans will cut his body to pieces to feed holy eagle. During this period, a series of religious ceremony will be held and corpse frequently transformed into a vampire.

It is said that Vampires in Tibeta can not speak and stoop down and turning their body around and even move their eyeballs. They can only stare ahead and trot forward. If running across a person a vampire can easily turn him into his kind simply by laying his hand on the person’s head. And this eerie effect work only to human beings, while all animals are immune to it.

So, based upon vampire’s traits, people built a gate short enough for vampire to entering a room. And this short gate can only be employed in buildings in town. For herdsmen living in a tent in enormous grass, they can not use a short-gate to avoid vampire, and they have to living a worrying life.

Many old people and shaman in local claimed they repeatedly witnessed the transformation from a body into a vampire. They unanimously agree upon the following account: transformation is evolving and signs can be detected in advance. A corpse that is about to be a vampire may swell in the face, and he is black-skinned, hair standing upright and blister emerging on his skin. Then corpse will sit up slowly, eyes wide open and trot ahead with arms stretching out forward.

Sent in by Yumao Wu, Copyright 2011

The Dangers of Romanticizing Vampires

The Vampire Compendium

The Vampire Life is Not as Great as You May Think

Everyone is always saying that being a Vampire is fantastic. The nightlife, the powers, the true feeling of being alive and yet dead in the same moment. But I truly believe being one is not that great.

I was born this way, but the gene did not ignite until I entered the early teen years. My parents don't even realize it is in their genes and if I even try to tell them they tell me I'm going to Hell and that they will put me in a mental institute.

I walk into my Catholic Church and feel every pain in my body become unbearable. Kneeling on the pews feel like nails and I become dizzy saying the Lord's name. Over the years the symptoms have gotten worse.

The need for blood is excruciating and the sun burns every part of me. My gums ache and I have to file them down to fit in. I have to hide the truth from my boyfriend and its hard not to be tempted my his blood.

College is almost impossible and I can feel every stress and emotion from the people around me. The sound of a pencil on paper drives me crazy and I have no control over my moods.

For some the undead life is fantastic, but for some, its a death sentence.

Chris W.

Between Porphyria and Legends of Vampirism

Long ago, when disease porphyria came out people saw (victim) person with symptom porphyria, people were thought that person is dead with ugly skin and teeth and bald or with less hair on night, people were scared out of "vampire" with porphyria.

People killed innocent person, they wrote about vampire how person was killed with stake, or sunburn.

Person with porphyria, when person eat something his or her meat and/or muscles make teeth widely but not teeth goes down or canines just meat and/or muscles.

That's how legends of vampirism made.

In my opinion about Xavier's hematophagy not sure, on news still telling us about mutilation animals and UFOs.

Nowadays, UFOs never had mind with animals, just fake by Stalin's idea for Aliens to scare Americans and everyone.

About mutilation animals, I'm not sure. My theory hematophagians exists or just fake about mutilation animals.

Hope it's very informative.


The Haunted Hospital

I had to get C-Section for my children. My first child I had went to the hospital. Through the surgery, I felt a presence. After the surgery, 3 hours later I had woken up. I saw a doctor standing at the door. "Hi, When am I leaving?" I asked. He just stared. "Um, excuse me! Tell me now!" He totally disappeared.

I got a wheelchair in the corner and rolled into the hallway. Silence filled the room. I rolled down the old rusted hallway, to my surprise, I turned to see everybody in each room dead! Blood and all! I quickly rolled into the elevator and clicked Numbre 1 (this place was made by a French man). I went through into the lobby.

I saw dead people at the desk, just all over the lobby! I heard foot-steps. I jumped out of my wheelchair and limped behind a chair. I saw a bloody killer with a knife going to the elevator. I quickly jumped into my wheel chair when he went to Floor 18. I went into the hallway and saw a woman on the floor. She was hiding, also!

"Are you okay? We've gotta get out of here!" I whispered. We folded up our wheel-chairs after getting to the escalator. We went down to the very bottom (The lobby is on the first floor basement and is how you get in and out). We saw the door boarded up! I cried. We tried the door, and it didn't budge. "Keys!" she snatched the keys from the janitors room and unlocked the door. We ran outside. We got to my car, and drove to the police station.

Sent in by Gabby Bolt, Copyright 2011

The Bloody Curtains

You probably won't believe me. I wouldn't have believed me either, so I don't blame you. But I'll tell you anyways, and then maybe you will believe me.

Most people want to move to Hawaii. When I discovered that my family was moving there because of my dad's job, (photojournalist) I was so excited! This was back when I was just 12. My excitment did not last long.

Our house was beautiful. We lived in a three-story mansion (well, to me it seemed to be a mansion). It was located three blocks away from the beach. "Awesome," I thought.
Only three days later, strange things began happening. Little things; books randomly falling off of the shelf (my mom always blamed my brother or our dog), weird stains on our bedroom curtains (rusty in color), and the same colored drops on the floor leading over to our beds. What was creepiest about these seeming paint drops, was that they weren't in the house when we first moved in, and we hadn't painted any of the rooms.
It was that horrifying night that I regretted ever moving to Hawaii. It was midnight and I knew I was asleep, the vision I was having, it was my room only... it wasn't. I was laying on my bed staring at the ceiling then suddenly, I saw a girl standing outside my window. I noticed she had a lot of blood all over her clothes. In fact, she was bleeding so much that it was getting all over my curtains. As she climbed through my window (to my utter horror) the blood dripped onto the floor, exactly where the rusty colored drops were after the first night we had spent in our new house. Suddenly in one swift movement, she jumped over the window sill and stared at me with her icy eyes.
I wanted to scream. I seemed to be frozen. I couldn't move, couldn't scream, no matter how hard I tried. My mouth opened, no sound came out. I could barely even breathe.

The girl was watching me. I was more terrified as I noticed that she was missing an entire arm, most of her stomach, her whole side, and a small portion of her neck. It was empty, gaping, bloody wounds on her whole left side.

She spoke to me through my mind. She seemed to say "help me" I asked the girl "Why?" and she replied "Don't tell" suddenly I seemed to wake up.

I looked around my room, more than just startled by a nightmare. To my horror, the window was open. I hadn't opened it before going to sleep, I had closed (and locked) it. My eyes fell to the curtains, not wanting to see what I knew would be there. Blood. Dried blood. That awful, rusty color stained the old, off-white curtains. By this time, my eyes were as wide as saucers. It was about five o'clock in the morning, and the sun was barely up in the sky. The early morning light illuminated the blood drops on the floor, leading in a trail over to my bed.

Then I remembered that there were these drops of blood on every floor in every bedroom. I wondered if I had been the only one who had been "visited", or if my whole family had been.

I told my parents about the 'dream'. Before doing so, however, I told them nonchalontly that I wanted to do a bit of research on the last family that had lived in our house. Surprisingly, there was a lot of information that came up, even a website. The article title of one of the articles on the website read: "GIRL SWIMS LATE AT NIGHT; ATTACKED BY SHARK."I skimmed the article. It read, "Violet Border, age 15, 1964-79, surfing with unknown boy of 18...." awful. I couldn't believe we actually had bought Violet's house. Or was it really hers?

I saw a black and white photo of her on the website. It was wrinkled and faded with age, but I saw through the laughing face of Violet Border, and recognized her from my dream! Why would I dream about a girl I had never seen or heard of before?

Sent in by Lydia Crew, Copyright 2011

Vampire Kisses Visit

I know the title sounds a little misleading, especially since it wasn't a vampire from the books that I saw. But bear with me here.

It was, I think, two years ago when my sister bought the Vampire Kisses three book collection. I picked it up and was trying to read the first book, but I only managed to get half-way through it before I quit. It wasn't because the book was boring, though.

Once when I was reading it, I thought I heard my name called, but when I glanced up, there was a figure in the doorway.

I couldn't see the face. All that I saw was this tattered-but-flowy white gown. I looked back at the book, and then looked back up when I heard my sister. The figure was gone.

I stopped reading the book after that for maybe a year and a half. In February or March of this year, I tried reading the book again, but there was this feeling that I couldn't shake.

I'm not sure why, but whenever I try reading the first book of the series, I can never get through it.

I just thought I would share my story with you, though I'm not sure it counts as paranormal. Let me know what you think.

Sent in by Neva

The Premier Inn

A girl called Holly and a girl called Maisy and Holly's mum and dad were all going on holiday. Holly and Maisy were the best of friends. Holly was 12 and Maisy was 12.

anyway it was a caravan holiday so Holly's dad was driving them all. As it was going to take a while to get there they had to stay in a Premier for a night... On the day after they had stopped at the premier inn it was Holly's birthday so Holly's mum and dad booked her and Maisy a separate room from them so that they could get all of the presents ready and things.

When they arrived at the premier inn they both went off to their separate rooms. As soon as the girls got into the room they jumped straight onto the double bed and got out their Nintendo's (DS) and played on them, but they both went on pictochat where you can talk to each other, they were having a conversation with each other and all of a sudden a message was sent to Maisy saying 'YOU WILL BE KILLED TONIGHT'... she turned around to Holly and asked why she had sent that to her, and Holly replied 'I didn't why would I sent that to me best friend?' Maisy said to her 'look who sent it too me then?' They both didn't know and were really scared. They were both really existed before about having their own room but now that had been sent they were terrified and did not want a room of their own... After a while they went downstairs into the restaurant for some tea. they were going to tell Holly's mum and dad about the message but they decided it was probably a prank or something.

After finishing their tea they went back up to both of their rooms. the two girls got ready for bed and tucked up in the covers Maisy said she was quite tired and she fell asleep in no time where as with Holly it took her ages to get to sleep. at about 11.30 she drifted off to sleep. Holly woke up that night at about 1.00 am. To her surprise she got out of bed and walked up to the door and locked the door and posted the key out of the letter box... this woke Maisy up, Maisy asked what she was doing and Holly said 'I don't know I cant control my actions'. And sure enough she couldn't control them. Holly walked over to the glasses picked one up and threw it on the ground until it smashed into pieces. Holly walked over to it and picked a piece of it up and started walking slowly over to Maisy.

Maisy was telling her to stop it but Holly was trying her best to stop but she couldn't. Holly climbed onto the bed and leaned over Maisy with the piece of glass held up in the air. Holly decided she wanted to say something to Maisy so she started... 'Maisy you have been the  best friend anyone could ever ask for, I'm so upset it has to end like this -me killing you, my heart is honestly broken and I bet yours is too, I am promising you now that if my actions force me to kill you I will kill myself and I promise that... also I promise I will never forget you and I will see you in heaven soon'. That was it, Holly's arm being forced towards Maisy and Holly sliced Maisy's throat...

Holly was in control of her actions now and as she had promised, she killed herself the exact same way as she killed Maisy. At least they are together now in heaven. (THIS IS A TRUE STORY AND THE PHYSIC PERSON THAT WENT IN TO SEE WHAT HAD HAPPENED, HE SAID THAT IT WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED IF THEY HAD STAYED AT HOME)

Sent in by Laura

2000 Dollars to Stay in a Haunted House

One day me and my friends were bored, so we were browsing though some web sites and saw this house. It was indeed the scariest house I have ever seen, the house was very old and looked like it was built in the 1900s. Its Victorian, haunted and abandoned.

We started a bet. The bet was that which one of us could stay there for a one week and we would all go and see which one would get scared first and leave. If the last person stayed there we all would  pool together and pay him or she $2,000 dollars. So we did but only to find out what we had brought our self into and that we found out.

We all went and one of or friends he got scared when he saw the house immediately so we encouraged him to do it. So we went in and there were old beds and dresses, old wallpapers, but the weird thing is that the house was very cold, I mean it was so cold. The temperature outside was cold but the normally chilly so I was not paying that any mind.

All of a sudden we felt like some thing or someone was watching us so we all were freaking out but we played it cool and just didn't pay it any mind. We continued and we saw a room that looked like we could camp out in so we started unpacking. I was scared but I just played it cool because I was the one who put them up for this.

My girlfriend was there and we went for a walk in the nearby woods to look at the beautiful scenery and we walked and walked on til I saw like a head stone peeking out of the leafs. My girl she freaked on the spot so I calmed her down and we looked at the name on it and we say William Conner and Michele Conner on it then we start hearing sounds of someone walking towards us. We didn't see anyone so being the brave one that I thought I am I went off looking for what or who it was and I saw what looked like a figure of a man looking right at me. I freak out and ran I thought it was a stalker/killer, that was the most terrifying and freakiest thing that I have every seen in my life.

My girl she was shaking all over. I tried to calm her down but she couldn't stop shaking. My friend Dave saw us coming and asked what happened. We were so afraid to tell them what happened because we didn't want them to freak out but we told them anyway and they all saying we're bugging out so I said ok then go and look for yourselves. And they all did and me and Stacy were all alone in the house.

For a while the both of us heard sounds coming form the up stairs. It stopped then I told Stacy to stay here. I went to check out what it was then this cold air comes rushing in and it got stronger. I could see my breath coming out of my mouth. I went in one of the bed rooms and started looking in the room and to my surprised I saw a tall pale skinned lady with dark hair standing and looking thought the window so I asked her who she was. I thought she was a homeless person but later found out this was her home. So I stand there scared to death freezing cold then she looked around at me her face was so terrifying that I ran out the room and ran out though the door.

I stopped and stand there for about a second trying to come to terms of what I just saw. My girl friend was asking me what's wrong but I couldn't talk, everything was so foggy, and I can't breath. She had some water that she brought with her, so she gave me some to drink. I looked up on the top of the houses attic window where I saw the thing in and don't see her. I thought I was losing it. I start talking in jables and then I blacked out for a while.

Two minutes later I recovered and looked up only to see my girlfriend Stacy over me. I couldn't see but I knew it was her. I couldn't breathe for a while, my head was all cloudy and foggy, my ear was ringing. I look outside it was night at this time and the entire outside was pitch black. I asked her what happened? She told me that I had fainted. I asked her where are the others? She said they haven't returned from the woods yet. Then I start panicking thinking if they got hurt.

I went outside calling them. I didn't get any answer. My girl began to cry. I was scared at the time so I told her to shut up! I ran up stairs looking for a flashlight. Then I went in the woods looking for them. I was freaking out because the place was so dark but I didn't want to show it. She ran out with me. I start calling for David but no answer then I heard someone screaming and crying out for help. I called for Shoran because I could tell it was her voice then I heard the same foot step coming towards us that we heard earlier. I heard branches snapping and breaking then we saw Shoran in the bushes hiding.

I asked her what was going on, where are the others? She said we saw some strange things coming after them they ran separate places and hid she don't know where they were. I then saw what looked like a transparent man walking past us. He didn't see us behind the bushes. Shoran had lost it, I had to clam her down she said "you got us in this" I said I was sorry that I ever came here sorry I got us in all of this. So my girlfriend said let's go we have to get the others then we saw mike and David. I said where were you guys let's get out of here.

Aas we approached the house all the lights were flickering. I said I'm not going back in there. We all heard a music box playing and getting louder and louder and screams. I thought I was in a horror movie so Mike said forget the bags lets get out of here. We got in the car and then it wouldn't start. We start panicking and the house started going wild. The walls were banging louder and louder and then I said "Jesus help us what have I got my self into?"

Mike tried the car a couple more times then I saw the freaky looking lady coming after the car. Then the car starts and I was like hurry up then we drove away from the house. It was a sigh of relief for all of us. I said to myself "never will I do that again and never will look at a haunted house on the internet."

We all didn't talk about what had happened that night. Mike never told us what happened in the woods with them, neither did I. We all went off into our life's but what happened in the house and in the woods none of us will ever ever forget.

So it turns out no one got the bet or the money.

Sent in by warwillow,

Demon Furby Bad

It was 1988, The Furby came out. My sister got one and when I came I got it. It always did what I wanted. Until one day, I was playing with it. It started getting an attitude. It always said no.

One day I got so angry with it I cried. It made a screech. Mom took the batteries out and hid it downstairs.

A couple years later, I was almost 4 years old. And I was ready to play with Furby again. I reset Furby and he took on his normal behavior for a while, and then started to get angry again. I was angry, I opened him up to take out the batteries. But I was shocked! There were no batteries! I threw him into the cellar and locked it.

The next day I was ready to throw him out. He was not there. He had somehow gotten out from the basement onto the porch. I went outside with a net, and grabbed Furby with it. I dumped him into the trash can at the edge of the driveway. And just in time. The garbage truck was coming. Furby took a glance at the truck, and started screaming for mercy not to be crushed. I said "Furby, prepare to meet your biggest doom." It was a joy to see him die.

I then got a new Tuxedo Furby. He was normal. And when I talked about the old Furby, he said "Furby Bad." And I agreed with him. But a year later he died. I held his funeral. Now I have no more Furbys. And that is the end of my very scary, but true story.

Sent in by CeCe

Dead Girl in the Attic

This is the story of the time I found a dead girl in our attic.

After our house was destroyed by a huge fire, we were picking out a house we should live in. My mom picked this white house and it was very pretty. We went inside and unpacked and everything looked pretty good. We even got a dog. Her name was Princess. She was the fun of the family. But after settling in and getting used to everything, strange things started happening.

Like every night our dog would whimper and be all sad, then before you reached over to pet her, she would be running around the house barking loudly. And on sunny days, like being in the kitchen in the morning baking (my mom always does that) On the floor there would be your shadow then you would see a shadow next to you that looks completely different, and no one was there. And here's the freakiest. Sometimes when you were alone at night, sitting on the couch reading or watching TV, you would hear something running down the stairs and into the living room, and you would hear it jump onto the couch and it would say, "Watcha reading?" Or, "Watcha watching?" At dinner we discussed how we all heard the thing in the living room, or saw the shadows. My little brother and sister assumed it was a ghost. My parents thought it was crazy, and it couldn't possibly be a ghost. I believed them, because it could be true.

My mom said that there were no ghosts, and we will be living in a normal house. Suddenly the candles on the table went out and the cupboard was open.

So we all rushed upstairs and went to bed in the same room.

 My mom was up yesterday and was really mad. She was so mad she snapped a spoon in half. She thought it was ridiculous that a ghost would be haunting this house. She thought we would be living normally.

So next year when my brother turned 9, my little sister was 10, and I was 16. We were cleaning out the attic, moving boxes, redecorating, all that. We were changing the wall paper, I teared it down, then, BOOM! I fainted. I saw a dead girl under the wallpaper. She had chunks of wall on her, and she had some skin and stuff but she was mostly skeleton. She looked like she was about 16. After that we moved out and our old house was rebuilt so we moved there again and lived normally.

Sent in by Zoey

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Personal Account of Love Paranormal Phenomenon and Demonic Possession

I am a Spiritual Medium and Clairvoyant. In 1988, my husband and I, took residence in a large flat in a very old home, located in Watervliet, New York. I initially had a very unsettling feeling about the property and began to experience a strange series of events just before, and following moving in to "207."

Within a very short period of time, not only did unusual paranormal activity begin to take place in the flat, but family and friends began to witness disturbing behavioral changes in my husband. As time passed, the drastic personality changes and activity began to escalate, creating an unfortunate series of chain reactions, eventually culminating in tragedy.

For the last twenty-two years, I have waited to share this terrifying and true account. My new book "207" will grip its readers in fear, and render heartbreaking insight, as I candidly discuss one of the most horrifying times in my life.

The story continues . . .

Years later, and long after leaving 207 in 1989, I began to sense something was wrong at the former location of the house. Wanting to wait and address other relevant issues in my life at the time, my concerned only deepened, during a visit home to Upstate New York, in 2006.

In May of 2011, a fascinating incident transpired, as I reached out to the employees of the commercial property, which now sits closest to 207's lot, on the corners of 19th Street, and 2nd Avenue. Stating who I am, and speaking out of concern relative to the investigation into the property, I learned that the store has been experiencing paranormal activity for years, without anyone's knowledge of the property's nefarious history.

Taking yet another unexpected turn, I discovered new, and pertinent information, which sheds light on the probable cause of the paranormal activity, dating back almost two hundred years. Gathering historical data through continued research, I am now authoring a sequel to "207," which is slated for release in late, 2012.

The sequel to "207" will present historical information which correlates directly to my paranormal experiences while living at 207, in the late 1980's. It will further shed light on what may be one of Watervliet's - and Upstate New York's - darkest, and most shocking secrets.

"207: A Personal Account of Love, Paranormal Phenomenon and Demonic Possession," is now available on Thank you.

Sent in by Jill Marie Morris, Copyright 2011

Monday, July 25, 2011

Ghost Hunting At Chesleigh House Gainsborough

Chesleigh House dates way back in fact it was once owned by Sir Hickman Bacon who at one time was one of the richest men in Britain, and who also owned Gainsborough Old Hall. By the turn of the 20th century Chesleigh House had become a Victorian school for boys and then went on to become Gainsborough’s maternity hospital which would have seen many a birth of a baby and sadly too the death of both babies and their unfortunate mothers. In the 1970s it became a dance school for twenty years and now its used as a boys learning centre. With it’s chequered history, and reported ghostly activity what spectral beings would await the Simply Ghost Nights team and fellow ghost hunters as we attempted spirit contact at this reputedly haunted building.

Before the event had commenced Sean heard the sound of chains clanging together in the empty gymnasium upstairs in Chesleigh House, whilst having a quick walk around the house. Rosey, Mel, and Steve reported in separate vigils the same spirit lady making contact through glass divination, and in one of those vigils Jo (number 1) became so frightened and reduced to tears by the glass movement that she had to be taken from the room for a while.

Jo (number 2) had to leave one vigil to be physically sick as she felt nauseas and had stomach pains, could this have been the spirit of a former pregnant mother that Jo could have sensed. On returning to the room Jo stated that she felt much better and could not understand what had happened. In another vigil the group made contact with a spirit called Stanley who, had worked there many years ago, and in a separate vigil Steve spoke of a spirit who made ghostly contact through glass divination, but would only communicate when Dan asked the questions. In the same vigil Kirsty screamed after the chair she was sat in was shaken by unseen hands, and it took some time for Kirsty to calm down.

Liz, Angela, Rob, Becky and Kerry were excited during a table tipping experiment when the table moved to them on request, and also when they experienced some loud and strong tapping’s on the table also Tom, Jo(number 3) Leigh, and Michelle were also astounded at the ferocity of the table moving in a vigil in what would have been the maternity ward. K2 spikes were reported on numerous vigils and on request too when attempting to communicate with the spirit world.

All in all it was quite an eventful night at Chesleigh House and one the Simply Ghost Nights team cannot wait to return to in the near future.

Sent in by Simply Ghost Nights

Ghost Hunting at the Golden Fleece

On a ghost hunt to The Golden Fleece in the city of York in the U.K ,this Tudor fronted public house is reputed to be one of the oldest inns in York and it’s origins can traced to around 1500. It is rumoured to be one of the most haunted buildings in Yorkshire, let alone York, paranormal activity recorded here includes strange light anomalies, items been thrown off the bar.

The Golden Fleece in the city of York
The Golden Fleece as gained a reputation of being haunted by a variety of eerie specters from ghostly children dressed in rags are said to be heard running up and down the corridors. Another spooky sighting is that of a second world war pilot who is alleged to, as legend would have it, either committed suicide, or fell to his untimely death from an upstairs window in a drunken stupor.

But what we witnessed in one of the bedrooms literally shook us all to the core, there is reputed to be a malevolent spirit called John who is considered to be quite aggressive and even threatening to women who participate in glass divination when communicating with him.

Incidents of  words ‘death or  kill’ have been spelt on the Ouija board, when in contact with this spectral culprit who is said to frighten even the most hardened of ghost hunters. A group of us were sat in the alleged bedroom of Johns calling out for some paranormal activity, when unexpectedly a noise was heard from behind us as we all turned around we noticed that a coat hangar was now on the floor, and the remaining coat hangars were swinging violently too and fro in a manner very similar to a pendulum I had never witnessed before, there was no one even in close proximity to the wardrobe that could have moved or banged the wardrobe, however we could not even reason how the coat hangar had landed on the floor as it was not there when we initially walked into the room, prior to starting the vigil, and all of us in the group had heard the coat hangar hit the floor as well.

In the midst of all the chaos we could still hear the coat hangars moving in the wardrobe too, needless to say there was a lot of screaming in the room by our shocked ghost hunters, some of them left the room vowing never to return to the room. Some of us carried on with the vigil, asking ‘John’ for more signs of his fearsome presence, the K2 metre spiked on request as well when we asked John to do so, however nothing could match the ferocity of the coat hangars being thrown from the wardrobe.

On reflection there was no way the coat hangar could have been thrown by any of us in the vigil, and the way the remainder moved also, left us knowing that only unseen hands could have done this and the legend of  John Peckett now had another chapter to add of his power and aggression.

Sent in by Simply Ghost Nights

Ghost Hunting at Bolling Hall

Firstly we must say a massive thank you to both Paul and Dave, the Bolling Hall staff who were so helpful in making the event run so smoothly. Their input and chat at the beginning of the night was first class and ensured a smooth running event.

Bolling Hall
We must begin in the reputedly most haunted bedroom in England, the paneled bedroom where Rosey was conducting a vigil with a group of ghost hunters, in the darkened quiet of the bedroom, they were just calling out when the heavy door that had been shut suddenly swung open at great speed, an intrepid ghost hunter Simon ran to the doorway to see if another group member had opened it, to Simon's consternation no one was there and the corridor empty.  Simon shut the door firmly and they all sat down again all totally bemused,  when a few minutes later the door swung open again to the horror of all of them in the room, Simon again was first one to the doorway and again no one was insight. Simon yet again shut the door firmly and some minutes passed again when the incident happened again, for a third time Simon got to the doorway and no one was there.

This episode had Susan absolutely terrified where she had to go and have a cup of tea and a chat with our lovely paranormal investigator Steven. As Rosey spoke about the incident later it had totally baffled her and Melonie who had witnessed all the three occurrences, Rosey added that she had never seen such power from the spirit world as to open a door so violently.

Glynn, Craig and Karl were amazed when attempting spirit communication through table tapping, when however many times they tapped on the table the same number of taps was repeated on the table by the unseen hands of the spirit world. In another room coughing was heard so audibly in the room that it was as though someone in the room had actually done it, however there was no one in the corner where the noise had emanated from. This was not the only ghostly voice heard, in a number of vigils the sound of a woman moaning was heard clearly by many ghost hunters in the group.

In the cellar Mel our lady medium felt the ghostly hands of a spectral being touch her arm, and also  whilst attempting to contact the supernatural; inhabitants of Bolling Hall via the K2 meters, the spirit world responded by spiking the K2s on request for a considerable amount of time to the groups amazement.

There was some fascinating results with the Franks box too, when yet again specific answers were given to specific questions, again the results we gathered with the Franks box gives more and more credence to the white noise theory.

In the blue bedroom Christina saw the mattress on the bed dip, as though someone had just sat on the bed, plus she also mentioned that she may have briefly seen the apparition of a man in the direction of the bed. The sighting of light anomolies was also reported, blue lights were said to be seen moving around by Simon and Rowena.

In another vigil the table was seen to be tipping on request to each member of that vigil and also glided across the room on request too. However on a final note both Tania and Nicola turned their phones off at the beginning of the paranormal investigation, and were staggered to find both of their phones had been turned on later in in the event.

As we said our farewells to all our fantastic ghost hunters for joining Simply Ghost Nights, Dave and Paul for their great help, but we also said a thank you to the former earthly occupants of Bolling Hall for their interaction in making the event a success with the paranormal activity they provided.

Sent in by Simply Ghost Nights

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Demonic Exorcism and Horror on Thanksgiving

I lived with my grandma, my grandmom lived in a funeral home in Ohio it was big and blue. A lot of things happened in that house, especially with me. One night I was sleeping and I felt like someone was watching me so I woke up, the first thing I looked at was the closet (I really don't know why) and right there in the top corner I saw two red eyes just staring at me. I thought it was my cousin messing with me like always so I called his name but he didn't respond so I got a little scared after that, then after a second I heard laughing like it was so evil, that's when I felt my body freeze like I couldn't move at all. I screamed and screamed it felt like for hours.

I forced my self and said in Jesus name I demand you to leave (that's what my grandmom taught me to say) and all it did was laugh and say "you don't think your God is coming right?" the room was so cold I saw my own breath. My bed started shaking, then it all calmed down and I ran for the door. I told my grandmom what happened and the next morning she went in my room and blessed it, but the demon still bothered me until thanksgiving of 2008. It was the end of everything.

Me my grandmom and my 3 other cousins are in my great grandmothers room (she died of some sickness) my grandmom was reading my cousins hands and I felt like she should read mine so she does and she doesn't say anything. My grandmom tells my cousins to cover their eyes so they did, ( I don't remember much from here on I was possessed, my grandmom told me what happened).

My grandmom started to pray and yell on God's name to release the demon from my body that was haunting me since the funeral home. My grandmom said that the demon told her he would never leave my body that it's hiss and that he was going to take my soul straight to Hell. My grandmom did a lot of stuff to get it out. My grandmom also told me my eyeballs changed into all black.

Things around the room started moving, being thrown to one wall to the other. My family tried to come in and my grandmom told them no that she had it under control she didn't want the demon to jump in another body. Then she took the demon out. She took me to the hospital because I wasn't breathing strongly enough. Everything from there on it's been good but sometimes I do feel like the demon still haunts me today.

Sent in by Kayshla Maldonado

The Furby is it Demon or Toy?

My cousin had brought a Furby a couple of years ago. At first it was an ordinary doll with a bunch of motion sensors. We used to put our fingers in its mouth and it would say "mmm yummy".

The Furby is it Demon or Toy?
I had a couple of experiences with this "toy" at first it would wake us up at night not allowing us to sleep. So that's how it went. Soon it got annoying and my aunt took out the batteries. But my little cousin started crying that she wanted to play with the Furby so we put the batteries back in.

Soon other people at school started having Furby experiences. People were spreading rumors about Furby's being made in area 51 to see how they would respond to alien activity. My cousin kept on playing with the Furby. It would love the little kids but would look as if they hate the older kids.

One night my cousin put the Furby under my bed for the night. I woke up at 3 in the morning to see the Furby next to the window. I thought it wasn't a Furby because it was dark in the room. But by itS familiar ears I knew it was a Furby. I was scared. I couldn't open the lights because I thought it would do something to me, so I just put my covers over my head and went to sleep. In the morning I saw that it was a Furby and it was looking straight at me.

I told my mom to take the batteries out of the doll because I was too scared to do it myself. Soon after it kept on showing up wherever I was with batteries. It was almost like it wanted me to put the batteries back inside of it. Everyone told me I was losing my mind I thought so too. What would you do if this happened to you? I thought of burning it. But it was my cousin who wouldn't let me and my aunt reinserted the batteries.

Soon it was out of control that was my excuse I was ready to burn it. But I had to wait a night. That night was a nightmare. It wouldn't stop talking. In fury I told it to shut up and it swore! I faced my fears got up and grabbed it. That's when it eyes turned red. I tried to take out the batteries but there weren't any! Someone took them out.

I woke my mom and she threw it out in the garbage. in the morning it was back in the house and that's when I burned it ugly pink fur it let out a scream and that was the end. I suggest you don't buy one of these little demonic creatures.

Sent in by Patrick

Thursday, June 23, 2011

The Deathly Woods

OK. This might sound a little creepy, and you might think I'm making this up- BUT IM NOT! I was there. I saw it with my very own eyes. It all started like this.

I'm 32 years old and I'm a ghost hunter. I hunt for all different places where ghosts might be lurking and check the place out.My friend Agnus and I were on our laptops, finding any emails from our boss. One of them were named 'THE DEATHLY WOODS'. Agnus looked at me with a concerned look and double clicked on the Email. These were the exact words typed on the email:
I'm sorry to say but you and Olivia are going to lose your jobs. We have thought about it and would like to give you a second chance. If you fail, you will hand in your Ghost Hunting equipment and leave the HQ immediately. But if you succeed to find a major sign of a ghost, you will be a definite Ghost Hunter. 
The place that I have selected for you and Olivia is the Deathly Woods, right across the road from 'St Victoria's Church'. In the center of the woods is a graveyard, which you must discover. One of the stones says 'Ephina Wilkon'. Research it very well. 
Yours Sincerely,
George Eastburn
I couldn't believe it. We had lost our jobs? This makes no sense. But just yesterday, George said that we were excellent hunters and wouldn't survive without us! How come he sent us a farewell message? Agnus looked worried but confident at the same time. "We have to check out the Deathly Woods, tonight!" Was she crazy? "No way am I going there! Have you heard that legend about it?" I said standing nervously. "No" Agnus said, looking curious. "Well! There was once a lady who lived with her 14 children in a cottage. The cottage was where the graveyard was now. She felt rushed, and pressured. She killed her children and herself. A year ago, two children walked through the woods on Halloween night, eager to trick or treat on the other side of the town. When they were walking, they heard a sudden scream. They looked at each other with pale faces, and followed the scream. When they were closer, they saw a woman dressed in white, falling into a lake and drowning herself" I said, acting out the story as I was saying it. Agnus started laughing. "Yeah, right!" she said wiping her eyes for the laughing tears.

That night, we gathered our equipment and set off to the Deathly Woods. We saw the moon peeking behind the trees shaping an entrance. We saw stones, saying peoples names. They all happened to have the same last name- Wilkon. There was "Henry Wilkon, Samantha Wilkon, Josephine Wilkon, Phillip Wilkon and all types of names. 14 of them! Agnus held onto me close, gripping my shoulder tightly. Agnus screamed. I looked at her. She pointed at something. I followed her finger until I saw a woman in white, drowning little kids in a lake. I couldn't scream. I just couldn't. Instead, my mouth fell open, trying to make a sound but failing. We ran down the woods to the church.

Agnus looked behind us, but I didn't dare to. She pointed behind us, but I didn't look. Instead, I just kept on running. I ran so fast that I lost sight of Agnus. She had gone. I rang George to tell him the news. He didn't understand what I was saying. 'I went to the Deathly Woods and lost Agnus' I said, panting my heart out. 'That's...interesting' George said, in a strange tone. 'Have I lost my job?' I said, crossing my fingers and closing my eyes. 'Of course not! Why would I fire you?' George said, smiling. "But you sent that email to Agnus!' I said, concerned. George left a sudden pause... 'I never sent any email to Agnus'

Sent in by Olivia, Copyright

Murdered Landlord

What I am about to say is all 100% true.

One morning, about 6:30, (it is in the middle of summer) I woke to my mom shuffling around. So being my groggy self I went up to tell her to shut up and I went back into my room. It was pitch black, and my door was all the way closed. My houses heater is always on. I was facing my lamp when I felt a huge swoosh go down all my body. I was suddenly freezing. I turned my head and saw, by my empty wall, two huge red eyes staring at me. I ran and jumped out of bed into my moms room.

My basement has carpet, which is weird, because this next experience scared me terribly. It was 2:00 in the morning and I was up because I had to much candy that day. I was walking towards my IPod station when I felt like I was falling, and all I could see was black. I felt like I was falling on the giant drop, only it didn't stop. When I could see I was back in my bed. The weird part? No one except for me was staying at the house that night.

Then, me and my friend, Alexia were having a sleepover in my basement. Alexia being a smart-alec wanted to see if I had any spirits in my house, so instead of a Ouija board, we used a dice. Shutting of all the lights, we calmly said together, "If any spirits are here in this house, please roll a two." We rolled a two, we repeated this 3 times. All twos. Then Lexi got an evil look in her eyes. Her eyes turned blue, (they are normally a very noticeable vibrant green) and her voice was scratchy. Coming towards me, she whispered out the words, "Murdered Landlord." We rent our house, and the landlord is still alive. Lexi then passed out, and me in fright, passed out with her.

We woke up at 2 in the afternoon, Lexi not remembering a thing. I didn't tell her what happened. Then the thought hit me. In my backyard, my landlord has a shed which no one is allowed in. So, at 11 at night, I went into my backyard to open the door. I didn't get in, so I decided to throw a rock at the window.

Then a boy appeared. The same cold blue eyes on him. He looked the same age as me. He sneered at my then raised a bloody fist and disappeared. I ran inside and slept with the light on. I am so glad I moved away. But so many questions are still in my head.

Sent in by JD

The Spirits and the Dream World are in Danger

Since when I was small I've always seen ghosts and spirits which, means two different things. A spirit which you can see and a ghost who you cant see.

I've always talked to spirits ever since I was 4. Yes pretty creepy huh, but I've also been attacked by demons and bad souls. I've almost died about 20 times, yes its pathetic... but I've made friends with them. I've helped them in everything, with their past, life, marriage, and all those good stuff.

But on 10/10/10 the greatest evil is upon us. If we don't defeat it the spirit world is doomed, no spirits will ever exist again! We need all of your support this is why I'm writing this story to all of you who are reading this.

The dream world is in danger. Tell this to everyone you know until it reaches globally please if you believe a great reward will come upon you, trust me and every spirit in this universe.

This is not fake. Its real. People might tell you that you're crazy but your not. Help me out in this quest if you believe.

My family, ever since I was small, thinks that I'm an evil spirit. How pathetic is that? But oh well I believe on what I do not on what people say to me.

I know some of you know that all of this I'm telling you is true not fake. Some of you have partners you just don't know and more questions.

Sent in by Kairina Nunez, Copyright 2011

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Isabella the Wicked Ghost Girl

I remember my old house. Kind of dull and not very fun, but that's not why I remember it. The reason I remember that house in Devon was because of a strange incident that happened there. We moved there because it was bigger and better than my other house... or so I thought.

Opposite our house was three houses joined together and I could only see them when I was looking out of my window, because I never thought of going into the garden and watching from there. I can vividly remember wondering if there was any kids living there, I never saw anyone go in... or out.

I was 13 at the time, still a child myself. My dad worked funny hours and my mum babied my little brother Shaun until the age of 6, the age he was when the incident happened.

Mum left me and Shaun alone (it was the first time she had done this) and we were told not to leave the house. Shaun soon got bored and I tried to amuse him with some games and stuff. It didn't work though and he just wasn't having any of it! As I passed the kitchen table to go get Shaun a snack, I noticed a tin that I had never seen before. It was green and had a flower on the top (not a real flower though). I peered in side and discovered a little key.

After almost an hour of Shaun whining, I decided to grab the key and open the back door with it. I let my brother outside and I followed explaining to him that he needed to listen to me when I said "we have to be in before mum gets back... okay?" He nodded and ran straight to the swing set. We giggled as I pushed him higher and higher, and for a split second I looked towards the houses. In the second house (directly opposite ours) I saw a little girl watching me. I stopped pushing and rushed over to the fence immediately. We starred at each other for minutes! But what happened after was even weirder.

Mum had arrived early and we were still outside when she came. The first thing I expected was a telling off for leaving the house. But mum was fine with us 'exploring'.

The morning after, mum was still in bed at 11:00 am and so me and Shaun took a wander outside gain. But this time we didn't see the little girl in the window... we saw her in our garden. Shaun screamed loudly but I covered his mouth with one hand so he didn't startle the girl. She looked and me and ran to Shaun smiling at him and wanting to play. I was in shock and didn't think anything of it. At least they were having fun. The girl would laugh and play with little Shaun but every few minutes she would look at me. Her smile would fade to a displeased look and she would stare at me for endless seconds.

Finally I said "erm... we have to go now." The little girl looked. She didn't seem too pleased. After maybe 5 minutes I asked " what's your name?"

"Isabella" She would reply.

I took young Shaun inside and watched as she hopped over the fence and crossed the quiet road to her house.

I never saw her much... but Shaun did!

He said she hit him on the arm, and there it was... a little hand print all red and saw. He also complained that she opened his door every night and closed it again just to wake him up. But the worst worrying thing was when I woke up to get a drink and I saw Isabella on the kitchen floor... dead I think! But I also saw her in her window... the day after. A ghost... that's what she was! She hated me for no reason... and we were her victims!

I never told my mother because she just wouldn't of believed me!

But everybody else did.

Sent in by Beth Joseph

My Possessed Friend

Hello today what I will tell you is true, it happened on November 13, 1988. My friend Sarah was my best friend when we were in 6th grade. I always hanged out with her and her friends. Everything Was good but until one faithful day...

One night when Sarah went to sleep she saw a old face on the closet door. She screamed for her mom. I heard the scream ( I was living next door ). her mom finally came in and she told her there's nothing there.

Next day Sarah told me what happened exactly. I started to laugh a little and joke around, but she looked dead serous. The next three nights I heard her scream again and again. A week later she never wanted to hang out, she always yelled at me and was always angry.

I didn't know what was going on till two weeks later. She didn't come to school for a week, and I brought her the homework she ripped the sheets in a million pieces. I was staring to worry about her, she wouldn't even eat for days.

I knew that she was being attacked by an invisible force, she would always speak backwards and fast.

One night she started scratching herself, screaming and attacking her parents. The next day the went to the hospital because she was bleeding put of her mouth. Months pass it got more severe and deadly, her voice changed deeper and her face changed older.

They finally figured out it was a demon possession when she screamed when she saw the crucifix.
A priest came to bless the house, she reacted very violently, cursing and attacking the priest.
They performed an exorcism 5 days after the blessing. I heard screaming, yelling and a weird language she never even spoke.

Hours past and my friend Sarah stopped breathing, no pulse and her skin was pale. I was so sad that my friend died that night, her mom almost fainted from crying. It was a night that would always be in my mind...

Sent in by Mark

Whispers From the Past

I was 18 years old when I moved out of home and went to university. My parents had a hard time letting me go, as I was their baby girl and a couple of tragedies had occurred in my high school life.

Anyway the day I arrived in my uni dorm, I was unpacking my boxes when the in-room phone rang. That's funny I though to myself as I didn't remember connecting the phone. I picked it up and said "Hello, it's Isabelle."

The voice on the other end replied with "Hello sweetheart did you miss me?" followed by a laugh.

I threw the phone away from myself and closed my eyes. I recognized the voice. It was the voice of my dead boyfriend. I shook my head and forced myself to believe I was imagining things.

The phone rang again but this time I didn't answer it. I let it go to the message bank.
"Hello sweetheart did you miss me" and laughter floated up through the answering machine.
I gave a small yelp and disconnected  the phone.
"It's just a prank" I told myself, "a stupid prank"

I held the disconnected phone in my hand and it rung again. I decided to throw caution to the wind.
"Hello" I answered my voice shaky
"Hello sweetheart did you miss me" the voice asked followed by the laughter yet again
"Paul?" I asked trying to suppress the tears.
"Of course it's me sweetheart" he replied.

I put my hand over my mouth to stop myself from crying out. Paul was my boyfriend and he had died two years ago in a car crash. How could he be calling me now?

"Well sweetheart did you miss me?" Paul asked.
"Of course I did" I replied my voice cracking.
"I've missed you too sweetheart" Paul replied "I wish I could see you again"
"But Paul you're dead" I cried.
"Sweetheart, how can you say that to me don't you love me?" Paul sounded angry.
"I did" I replied tears leaking out of my eyes.

Paul was silent for a moment and then he laughed.
"What's so funny" I asked
"You said you'd love me for ever" Paul replied
"But you're dead" I repeated.
"Forever means forever sweetheart" Paul whispered.
"But Paul I have to move on" I said trying to be reasonable.
"FOREVER MEANS FOREVER" Paul shouted, his voice sounding almost demonic.

I closed my eyes and opened them again, this wasn't my imagination, it wasn't a prank and it wasn't a dream. was it possible that Paul was contacting me from 'the other side'

"I'm sorry Paul" I said. "I do still love you"
"I forgive you sweetheart" he whispered huskily
"You shouldn't, I'm the reason you're dead. I was the one driving the car. I got you killed. I"m so bloody sorry Paul" I screeched.

Paul laughed, "Oh sweetheart I forgive you for that too"
"Don't forgive me Paul" I said "I don't deserve forgiveness"
"No you don't sweetheart, but I do love you, and love means never having to say you're sorry" Paul replied

I stayed silent for a few minutes. Paul had said the exact same thing to me once upon a time, after our first big fight.

"Anyway sweetheart I should go" Paul said breaking the silence.
"Paul wait, how are you calling me?" I asked my voice taking on hints of desperation.
"Good bye sweetheart, will you miss me?" Paul laughed then hung up.

I put the phone down and sighed.Somehow Paul had called to tell me he forgave for getting him killed. Till this day I never understood how he did it.

Sent in by The Dark Angel

An Incubus is Following Me

Okay, Well My story is true, and to this day I believe something is following me. I'm scared of living at this part so much, i just need help.

Well some background on my life. I live in Philadelphia. When I was 4, I lived with my mother, step father and 2 brothers. I believe an Incubus entity is actually stalking me.

We moved to an apartment complex, because we couldn't afford a house. We had our own rooms, and I would always have trouble sleeping in mine. I would always go to sleep, and wake up with my panties off. This begin to happen when I was four. Now at the time, a child's mind doesn't think "oh maybe my step-father is touching me, or my brothers are sexually messed up like that."

That's NEVER crossed my mind, because my brothers were 6, and 10 at the time. ALL the time i would go to sleep and wake up with my panties off. This was actually impossible for them to even consider doing this to me, seeing as how my room was too big, and i had little toys to play with, so i always slept with my grandmother when she came to visit.

My grandmother hated her room door opened and hated people coming in and out to wake her up. So she would lock her door, and have the air conditioner on. I would also wake up with my panties off. (It's shocking this happened). This panties problem happened from the age of 4-6.

I NEVER told my mom or anyone. My mother and step-father went off to live in a house, and me and my 2 brothers went to live with our grandmother.

This panties thing Stopped when I turned 7, but instead of my panties coming off at night, I would always have the urge to have sexual enter course. (I was 7... I knew nothing about sex) It was like I would get horny for 4 minutes, then the next it was gone. That happened until i was 10.

We were growing and my grandmothers apartment complex was small, so my brothers were always out late and I was in the house with my grandmother.

At the age of 10 i got interested in Paranormal activities. Thing's of that nature.

I would often stay up late to watch ghost shows and TV stories about them, and whenever i did, i would always feel watched, see shadows, hear banging and get cold. I figured the banging, was the upstairs neighbors, the cold was the Air from outside, and the shadows were my eye's adjusting to the dark spots.

What I didn't know was this THING was still bothering me. I NEVER slept walked in my life, ever. I would often sleep in the living room, and end up in the bathroom floor. That would never click with me but i never thought too much of it.

When i turned 14, i moved with my mother in a house in west Philadelphia. Even to this day, i remember the 1st night i spent in that house. It will forever scar me until I am in my grave.

I was watching TV, and something kept waking me up. i would wake up, fall asleep, wake up, fall asleep. Something that night had did something to me, because from my mothers knowledge, my brother came to visit, and when he came into my room, I woke up screaming. I said something to him and I don't recall what i said, but he said these exact words to me. "What the hell are you saying girl?"

When i turned 14, i started watching "Ghost hunters," my favorite TV show. I've grown to actually notice when this thing comes around me. I would often see black shadows dart up the steps. We own 2 cats, they would often look past me at the wall as if something was behind me.

Our youngest cat chases "something" always in our dining room.

What ever this thing is, i believe it's an Incubus, I'm always "sexually pleasured" without mine or anyone else doing. I often feel like killing myself, or the thought of my life being a waste. I never hear voices, but there is something here.

I cannot live this way. Whatever this thing is, it will NOT leave me alone. I've never told anyone about this in my life.

This story is 100%, I have nothing to gain by lying. I only seek help, because I'm too scared to tell my mother, or anyone else.

I just need a piece of mind, please.

Sent in by Renee

The Ghost in the Barn

Ok so when I was 4 ( I'm 13 now) my mom got a house that her friend used to live in. He was a 10 year old boy and his name was Joe. His parents treated him like crap and made him sleep where our laundry room now is (which isn't big at all). And one day him and his brother were playing in the backyard and he told his brother that he was going to hang himself in the barn because he didn't like being treated like that. His brother didn't take him seriously and he just shook his head and went inside. When he went back out to get him for dinner he couldn't find him so he went and looked everywhere then finally he looked in the barn to find his brother hanging from a rope with a knocked over chair below him.

Well nothing ever happened to us. We saw Joe walking around in the house and in the yard sometimes but we didn't do anything about it because he never hurt us or bothered us at all. Well my mom got a new boyfriend 5 months ago and he dropped his pocket knife out by the barn so he went to look for it at like 8 o'clock and he heard something say 'get away' well he just shrugged it off and continued looking for his knife and a minute later he felt his neck get really hot like he got burned with something. He got freaked out and came back to the house. He told my mom to look at his neck to see if it was burnt. She said no but you have 3 scratches.

She went with him back to the barn and he got scratched again on his leg, the same as last time just 3 scratches. My mom took pictures of his scratches and this time me her and him went out there with the camera to take pictures and talk to Joe. He went in the barn the back way and he tried to open the door and when he tried to open it he jumped and he came over to my mom and told her he felt like he got burnt again on his back. She lifted up his shirt and he had 3 long scratch marks on his back and this time it drew blood. From his shoulder to his lower back.

He provoked Joe and again he got scratched on his leg his stomach and his arm. We went back inside and took pictures of his scratches and my little sister got freaked out. We went back out again and it happened again taking the pictures when he felt the heat. And again the week after that them and 2 of their friends went out there cause they didn't believe them and it didn't do anything. It was still daytime. They went out at night and it did it again with someone standing by him and his friend didn't get scratched and my moms friend said that it seemed to get worse as they walked away so they started to walk away and and then it choked him.

I don't know if it was Joe if maybe he reminds him of his dad and wants revenge for beating him or if its not Joe and its some demon or something. But it really freaks us out. If it is Joe he hasn't done anything for a good 25 years to anybody and I really don't think its him. I used to believe people when they said ghosts (or whatever it is) don't want to hurt you but we learned the hard way that some do want to hurt you. or even try to kill you.

Sent in by Mackenzie

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

The Crying Baby

A loving family of 3, a mom (Barbra), a dad (Mitcheal), and a soon to be baby boy (Jack). They were all living in Rock Island in a nice and clean house. They were waiting for the arrival of there baby boy Jack. One night at 10:37 they rushed to the hospital. About 10 hours later there new baby Jack was born 7lb. 7 oz. and 20.5 inches long. A health boy they had.

When they got home they unloaded everything and went inside. Barbra was really tired from the delivery of the baby so she went to bed and asked Mitcheal if he would watch the baby for a few hours. After she got up and was very well rested she went down to watch baby Jack.

A few weeks went by were no body in the house could sleep. The baby would not stop crying for hours on end. It got so bad that they finally went to the doctors to see what was wrong with baby Jack. The doctor came back and told them Jack had colic. Nothing could help him or get him to stop. The doctor said that by the age of 6 months it would stop. At this time he was 4 months old.

Barbra and Mitcheal were still tired from the night before. 1 hour later Jack woke them up. Mitcheal was tired of the baby always waking up in the middle of the night.

The day before Christmas Eva Barbra started packing for her business trip she has to take tomorrow. Mitcheal was yelling at Barbra for leaving him home with baby Jack. So the dad was all alone with baby Jack. Once again baby Jack cried loudly and Mitcheal got up and tried to get him to stop. Baby Jack wouldn't stop so Mitcheal decided to "take care" of him.

Mitcheal went to his room with baby Jack. At 1:13 am he opened the window, found a cord and wrapped it around his neck. "I'll stop your crying" was the last thing that baby Jack heard before flying out the window. SNAP!  He franticly pulled baby Jack back in threw the window. Mitcheal was scared that he actually did that. Mitcheal put baby Jack back into his crib. Mitcheal didn't know what to do next so he went to bed.

The next day Mitcheal got up and opened his presents from his wife. He turned on the Christmas lights and sat back down with a beer but unknown to him the Christmas lights were starting a fire while the fireplace is burning he turns on the Christmas parade. The fire upstairs finally burnt threw the floor and the collapsing house killed Mitcheal. And now if you light a fire, look at the colored flames, and at 1:13 am you will see baby Jacks face in the flames and hear the snapping of baby Jacks neck. All the sudden the fire will go out and the coals wont even light.

Sent in by Emma and Courtney, Copyright 2011


Hi my name is Megan and I'm a 17 years old psychic. I have lived in an apartment near the creek for about four years along with my dad.

When I moved into the apartment with my dad I was almost 13 years old. The same day I moved in I had a small strange little feeling of something not being quite right. I told my dad about it but he ignored me. The first night it was clear that my room was unusually cold.

A few weeks later I started to feel a very strong presence inside my room. It felt like someone was near my bed, this went on for about a week or two. After a while I started to see a man with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. He looked to be in his late 20's to early 30's. I started to see the face of one of the sprits.

After a few years I stopped sleeping in my room because it got to a point where I could not sleep in it anymore. This stopped a lot of the supernatural stuff. But when I decided to go to high school after couple of years of home schooling things got worse because I was having a very hard time at school because I was always the quiet girl who the other girls out casted but I also have depression.

I started to see Angels around me. But I also believe that I have other spirits around me. The other spirits have caused me to feel, hear, smell, see chills, cold spots, warm spots, tingling, white light, green and purple orb, the outlines of three spirits, floating body parts, hearing an unearthly voice which sounded like a recording, someone near my ear, someone near my neck, arms, back, neck, chest, lower back be touched, someone's head in my face, someone touching my necklace around my neck, feeling someone putting their hand or cheek to my face, someone touching my hair, someone touching my hair with their hand and then coming to my ear, when I'm on the couch there is a pulling force it feels like someone is holding me, breathing, someone coming up the stairs footsteps stop at my bedroom window, spirit makes smell which smells like  burning cloth or something sulphuric, some times it is like someone is on top of me, crackling and other strange sounds, someone holding me, someone kissing me more than once (very very creepy). And of course he is not a dead boyfriend.

Sent in by Megan, Copyright 2011

Monday, June 20, 2011

Haunting in Waco

My dad would leave early for work after waking us up for school. Most mornings I would walk the 5 blocks to school instead of getting a ride. My sister had to ride with my dad because her school was father away. But this morning she was playing sick and I told my dad I would walk since he was already running late after fighting with my sister about playing hooky.

As I left my sister was still in her room laying down. Her best friend had showed up shortly after my dad had left for work. Well I left and when I came home I found them outside under the tree. I asked them what was wrong. They told me that they thought they had seen a ghost in my room. Thinking that they were joking, I was only 10 at the time, I walk into the house and go to my room to do homework. As I opened the door I saw a little girl with blue eyes and blonde hair in an old western night gown on my bed. She just sat there looking at me before slowly disappearing. I go and find my sister and her friend still sitting outside and tell them its fine for them to come in.

A few days later after this I talk them into going into different rooms of the house and take recordings we started off in my dads room since I got the uneasiest feelings in his room. We all decided to stay silent while we recorded. When we played back the tape we were shocked to hear a man and female fighting and a young girl crying begging her father to stop. We also caught the sounds of things breaking and the sounds of him beating her.

It made me feel very sad and then I had a rush of anger toward the man for hurting his wife. I yelled at him to leave them alone and that he was not welcome in my home and that he needed to leave. I then felt hand around my neck choking me I started seeing spots before my eyes and trying to force him off. Well finally after a few seconds he let go.

Trying to breathe I ran out of the house and refused to go back in till my dad got home. He didn't believe us but he told us that a long time ago there was a man that lived there that did beat his wife and daughter to death. I asked him if the girls name was Sarah and he asked me how I knew and if I had been reading on the history of the house.

It turned out that I'm a bit sensitive like my mom had been. My dad tried his best to listen to me and help me thru it all and he had the house blessed to help the family trapped there to move on.

Many more paranormal things happened once my dad remarried but that's another few stories.

Sent in by Roxxy, Copyright 2011

Black Outs and a Thirst for Blood

This has only started happening about 4 months ago.

Some times during the night or day I seem to have black outs, I will not realize where I am or what I'm doing.

A few weeks ago I found my self at the back of my flat sitting on the cement in the middle of the night,with no lights on with my arms and hands all cut and scratched up.

I live in the middle of Australia, and this time of year it's winter.

When I got back in side my flat I went and turned the lights on and went in to the bathroom.

As I walked into the bathroom I looked in the mirror and I had blood all over my face and when I washed my face and rinsed my mouth it was full of blood.

This really freaked me out, since then it's happened a couple more times but always seem to be the same thing.

The last time it happened my father was staying over and he woke up to all the doors and windows opened and me sitting out side on the cement in the dark rocking back and forth and cutting my self. (This is what he has told me).

He yelled at me but I didn't answer so he walked over and took the knife from me and tried to snap me out of a trance like state.

The last thing I remember is going to sleep in my room watch dvd's. then being wet when my father threw a bucket of water on me out side.

He's not a easy person to scare but when I looked up at him his eyes where wide and u could tell he was worried.

Still to this day I don't know what's going on but it's starting to affect my work and my life.

So if you have any comments or any info on what might be going on please let me know thanks

Sent in by K-Time,

Cant Sleep in My Own Room Because of a Presence

My first experience was when we were still living in our old house. It was late at night and I couldn't sleep. I put the blanket over my head but it didn't help, I just felt suffocating. So, I removed the blanket and took a deep breath. Then I turned to my right side and looked at the wall, I turned my gaze to the foot of the wall and I saw the bottom of a white flowing dress - with a foot. The foot raised a bit and started to walk then disappeared.

My second experience was in my elementary school restroom. There was this urban legend back then that when you look at the mirror and say "I'm pretty", a girl will suddenly appear. When I first heard about it, I thought it was all just a joke 'cause what kind of ghost would appear if you say "I'm pretty" right? Anyway, the story went like this. There was once a girl in that restroom, she was very beautiful. Then the janitor saw her and he used that advantage to get her attention. The janitor raped her and then killed her in that restroom. So going back, I told that story to my friends and they said they want to try it. When we were in the restroom, I backed out 'cause I was really scared. I went out of the restroom while my 2 friends stayed and chanted the "I'm Pretty". I was already outside when I turned around and I saw the lights flickering, on and off, on and off. I was about to get closer to get them when the door suddenly closed and I saw a bloody girl on the far end of the restroom. I called up my classmates to help me get them. When we returned, the door opened and they got out crying. I didn't mention it after that and we never dared to even talk about it.

My third, fourth and fifth experience was in my bedroom. One was when I was typing, then on my left side I can smell a scent of a candle then I turned to my right, I can't smell anything then I turned to my left and the smell was there again. The other one was when I was about to sleep one summer night. It was really, really, really hot during that time may it be evening or morning. So I was about to sleep, I closed my eyes and I felt my feet turn ice cold. The rest of my body was in normal temperature but my feet were cold. I got a little scared that time, so I just went to sleep. The next one was when I was sitting on my bed listening to music. My door suddenly opened, I stopped and went to the door slowly. By the time I got to the door, I checked if it wasn't locked to my surprise... my door is locked and before I sat on the bed, I even made sure if my door was really closed. I then closed the door and went back to bed and just closed my eyes.

Now that I'm in College, I can still feel some presence. But not as frequent as before, except that, something happened to me when I was in the restroom (yes, another restroom). I was peeing in the 3rd cubicle. I saw the door moving and there was a slight knock, I looked on the floor to see if there was a shadow 'cause someone might be knocking and from there you can see someone's shadow if someone's outside. But there was no shadow and the door was still moving and the knock on the door was even louder like the one knocking was getting mad then I opened it. I opened the door, there was 2 people by the sink (one is a friend) and they didn't hear it. I'm the only one who heard the knocking. I told my best friend about this and we tested if she can see my shadow on the floor and guess what? She can see my shadow if she's inside the cubicle.

So, until now... I can't sleep in my bedroom. I can't sleep at all whenever I'm in my room because there were strange things happened there as well and whenever I'm there, I feel like someone's watching me - my every move, when I sleep, etc.

Sent in by Ian S.F., Copyright 2011

Friday, June 17, 2011

The Ghost of 1900s on the Mountain

It was a bright evening like about 7:30 and me and my 2 friends started a hike. We were hiking up a steep hill when it turned 8:00. We were very tired so we got a 15 minute rest. Then we started our hike again.

By the time we got to the top, it was 9:00. It was dark and we had no shelter. We all agreed we would spend the night here. We lay still in the dark and quite night when all of a sudden my friend, Jess, spots a bright dim light coming toward her. She screams! We all wake up and ask, What? What happened?

Jess starts breathing heavily and told what happened and also says that there was a big man standing at her feet and saying something to here but she couldn't really understand what it was that he was saying. We all get scared because we were in the middle of nowhere and now we see a ghost lurking about? Insane!

Well it wasn't insane after my other friend saw it at about 3:00 in the morning. She said that the same thing Jess said happened to her but this time it was different. She said that when the man was saying something he said, why are you here get out! I will kill you! Then that man vanished! We all got scared and started to hike again.

By the time it was almost morning (8:00) we got the the end of the big hill and hurried home to my house house. Me and my friends told my mom what happened and my mom got terrified. My mom had knew who that man was. He was a very bad man that used to go killing people and then he got killed by a man while he was searching the hill that you were hiking on to find this emerald because this man had killed his wife so he killed him in the 1900's. That man goes searching around every where for his killer so he could kill him.

We had gotten so terrified that I would never ever go hiking on a hill again and we would always go with someone no matter how old we were.

Sent in by Roma, Copyright 2011

The Haunted Mansion

In the far end of the woods stood a haunted mansion peering through the trees. The moon’s light lit up the dark stone walls. The house which towered above me had an unusual sense, a sense that seemed that death grew upon it. It was creepy, so creepy that it made me feel that something was slithering behind me.

I was shivering in the misty air, beneath the souls of innocent people. I can feel the wind sweep past my face. The trees were scratching its way down the mysterious, broken, colourless windows. The sight was graved beneath my heart. The screaming haunted my ears.

I felt hungry, surrounded by the lonely trees. The atmosphere haunted me; the taste of death was overcoming me, the sound tried to deafen me, but no it couldn’t no way it can...

I began to realize how close I was to the place now. It looks filthier than it looked over there! Many people say that it was once a boarding school, but closed down after a mysterious death of a teacher in one of the toilets. But who knows what really happened to her maybe a ghost of some kind?

I’m now standing right in front of the door. My heart was pounding, pounding just like a drum being hit on its surface. The air was thick, just like cobwebs hanging in my lungs. The deadly air had a nasty taste; it tasted like death of innocent people whom suffered this abhorrent disaster. There was a sudden SMASH in the corner of the room. I seem to walk slowly towards it not knowing what lies beneath it. Seeming like a secret door I open it with a nasty smile. Maybe it’s just like those movies that when they open a door in mysterious place that lots of gold come in a small room or maybe a room full of wonderful things! As quick as a flash the door slammed behind me “BOOM” It said.

As I walk around the deserted corridors, I shiver with a spooky feeling. I can see the miserable shine of the sun peering through the trees in the window. The house was as deadly as the fire of hell. I suddenly remember how my mother used to cuddle me when I was cold, but she was no way near me now!  The whispering awoke me from my lovely dream.

I felt as if I was stabbed in my heart. The skulls made me feel suspicious that something like that might happen to me. I felt as if I was being watched all the way through the house.  I was terrified, and darted to the nearest room I could see! When I closed the door shut I realized I was on the top floor sitting in a bathroom. I couldn’t breathe properly, as if something was hanging in my lungs. I could ear footsteps coming up the staircase. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest. The footsteps got louder and so did my heart. It seemed as if I was going to faint. The footsteps stopped however I could hear scratching on the door of the bathroom. The sense was more terrifying than ever! It sounded just like my dad but in a deeper voice, but how, my dad died four years ago. No this can’t be, am I dreaming, this can’t be a dream, certainly it can’t!

Sent in by Assrar, Copyright 201