Stories That Begin with
The Letter B
Back Rub Ghost
The Basement Ghost
Bloody Footprints
Bloody Mary
Blue Mist
The Brown Lady
Back Rub Ghost
Author: Randy & Beth
Gossard
Email:rble@wcoil.com
Now I don't know if this is
true or not but my cousins house is haunted. One night while
sleeping in her room, she was awaken by a gentle rubbing on her
shoulders. I guess occasionally her mother would come up and talk
to her, so she figured it was her. The weird thing was she was
being held down in a way, they or it had her feet. So there she
was lying on her side while getting a back rub. She was very
tired so she asked her, mother, to please go away. No one
answered but the rubbing got harder. She asked them again,
finally they rubbed really really hard and all the sudden let go.
My cousin turned around and saw nobody. Pretty freaky huh. Write
me if you have any questions.
The Basement Ghost
Author: Sharon
E-mail:
Range007@(nospam)aol.com
Hi Jennifer,
My name is Sharon and I am
friends with Tigger (Bill) -- in fact, I just talked to him last
night! I figured I would share a story with you concerning not
me, but my brother Tom ( I could and probably will send you some
of my personal stories at another time if you will accept them!).
Now, mind you, my brother is basically an atheist who didn't
believe in the existence of God or any such matters, especially
the existence of ghosts ------that is, until last year.
My brother was engaged to
Trena, now his wife, and she is from Lexington, Kentucky. We are
from the Chicago area and so for a while, Tom and Trena had to
visit one another before they married. Well, one weekend Tom went
to stay with Trena at her house in Kentucky ( a house that she
shared with her two sisters Carol and Lisa, and their mother, as
well as Trena's 6 yr. old son, Zach ). Trena's mother is very
religious and would not allow Tom and Trena to sleep in the same
room together when he stayed there, so he got to sleep in the
wreckroom in the basement. Tom had been told before that the
house had some sort of spirit or energy within its confines, and
that it seemed to always be in the basement, making noises and
turning things on and off (usually objects unplugged or without
batteries etc.). This spirit did however have a great liking for
Carol and would call her name from the basement at any given
time; sometimes weeping, sometimes happy, and usually through an
unplugged clock radio.
On this particular occasion
when my brother the 'non believer' stayed in the basement
overnight after they had been playing poker (also in the
basement), he became a believer. Tom told me that at about 4am,
he was woken up by something; he said that he felt that someone
wanted him to wake up for some reason ( this guy can sleep
through an earthqauake! ) and noticed that the overhead lights
were on. He knew that when he went to bed, he had turned out the
lights, so he figured that someone had turned them on for some
reason from the top of the stairs ( there are two switches for
the basement lights: one in the kitchen and one at the bottom of
the stairs). Tom, in an effort to get back to sleep, walked over
to the stairs and switched the lights off and proceeded to head
back to the sofabed where he was sleeping when the lights
suddenly switched back on. He turned back towards the switch and
turned them back off....they came on again. He said this happened
several times and he stopped trying because at this point the
switch was physically turning back into the 'on' position.
My brother, being a total
sarcastic and smartaleck kind of guy, decided to smart off to
whomever was doing this to him. He started talking aloud to it
saying stuff like "fine, if you don't want me to go to bed,
let's watch some t.v." and he sat on the sofabed and clicked
on the tube and patted the bed ( as if an invitation for the
spirit to join him) next to himself and then placed the remote on
a sidetable. No longer than 5 seconds passed when the remote
control flew off of the table and hit the wall at the other end
of the room. Needless to say, my brother actually got mad at it
and said " if you're gonna be rude, I'm going to sleep
upstairs" and went to grab his suitcase when it fell over
with a thud. He stood it right side up and attempted to lift it,
but he couldn't because it was stuck to the floor as if it were
somehow magnetized to something.
At this point my brother
softened up and said something like " fine, fine, I'll stay,
but you have to let me go to sleep, okay?" and then he asked
'it' how old it was and who it was etc. Tom then proceeded to go
to sleep and and no trouble the rest of the evening. When he
awoke the next morning, he had a feeling that he should go near
the area where they had played poker the night before. This area
contained a woven checkerboard mat and big checkers
pieces---these things had been put away the previous night so
that they could play poker on the table that usually held the
checkers mat. He noticed that the checkerboard mat was back on
the table and unrolled, as well as the checkers themselves, on
it. Upon closer inspection, he realized that they were patterned
to spell and I and a 4. He went upstairs and told everyone what
had occured and they went downstairs and surprisingly enough, it
was still there. Carol, who pretty much refuses to go in the
basement by herself (because she has been singled out by the
spirit) came down with everyone else and became very upset at
this sight and began to cry because she just then realized that
she shouldn't be afraid anymore of this lost child. Since this
time, the family has moved out and Carol has a house of her own.
She believes that the little girl has followed her and lives with
her in her new home, but she doesn't mind it at all. My brother
hasn't experienced anything more since this one occurence, but
now he has become a bit more aware and open concerning that great
unknown, the paranormal.
I could go on and on about my
own stories, but that will have wait until another
time..............
Bloody Footprints
Author:Jill
Email:doctorj@(nospam)engr.colostate.edu
This story didn't happen to me
but it happened to my friends parents back when they had just
married. They lived outside a remote town in Colorado. This ghost
story scares me big time. Shortly after they moved into the
house, they would hear a man wearing boots walking around in
there livingroom. They could tell that it was a man wearing boots
due to the fact that the sound of the man walking was so loud
despite the fact that he was walking on carpet. The ghost had a
peticular liking to the couch ,because when they would get up in
the morning and look in the living room there would be bloody
foot prints leading up to the couch and then leading away from
the couch. Almost every night this would happen and they would
have to clean it up. Then one night my friend's dad had a friend
spend the night. In the morning his friend asked him why he
walked into the livingroom up to the couch and then walked back
out. My friend's dad told and showed the evidence of their
nightly visitor. Needless to say that man did not visist that
house again. This story happened to my friend's parents but I
didn't hear it directly from my friend. I heard it from one of
our mutual friends that is good friends with his parents.
Bloody Mary
Author:Stephen Justen
Email:cjusten@(nospam)flash.net
This is a true story. Me and my
older cousin Brianne were at my grandmothers house. We were in
the bathroom doing Bloody Mary. We had the lights off and all of
a sudden the lights came on! Neither of us were near the door!
Brianne and I don't even remember opening the door!
Blue Mist
Author: Sam
I have been living with a
ghost for almost 8 years now. He died in the bathroom of my flat
after drinking himself to death. The estate agent reassured me
that he died in hospital but his ghost informs me otherwise.
On the day I moved in, I was
sitting on a rocker when I noticed a blue shape moving at the
corner of my eye. It moved from one corner of the room to the
next. It seemed to be tending to something like plants. I ignored
it because I am always seeing stuff like that.
I then lay down and put on
some classical music. I was crying because I had just split with
my boyfriend. Whilst crying and listening to music with my face
down, I felt a hand stroking the top of my head. It seemed so
gentle and reassuring I did not feel afraid. Of course, there was
no-one there.
That night and almost every
night for about 4 months after, a kick against the bathroom room
door could be heard (at about 11.30pm). (There is a massive dent
in the door where I think the man who once lived here
collapsed...)
There were also footsteps in
the hallway, like dragging slippers and hangers would fly fall
from the wardrobe in the hallway onto the floor.
In addition to this, the
telephone in the kitchen would ring for no reason. The telephone
in the kitchen ( which is next to the bathroom) is attached to an
extension. The main phone is in the bed room. When people call me
both phones ring and in order to get to the phone in the kitcehn
the call must go mthrough the main line in the bed room. However,
for the first 7 years of living in the flat the phone would ring
twice (two rings) in the kitchen ONLY just before I went to bed.
If I went to bed at 11pm it would ring twice. If I went to bed at
2am it would ring then, and so on. If I picked it up there would
be no-one there. I had the phone company check the line for
faults - there were none.
One night during the first
summer in the flat, I was continually woken up by something. It
was like being shaken by someone. I eventually slept with the
light on but only after being woken up about 10 times. It was
daylight when I finally slept.
On another occasion, I woke at
6am to see a blue mist of a figure standing by my bed.
On another occasion, I had
gone to friend's house and my mother was staying in my flat.
Before going to my friend's place, I had had a row with my mother
and thought she might be sulking about it. I decided to make it
up to her upon my return. When I knocked the door to come in, I
was glad to hear footsteps, the sound of slippers and hear the
keys rustle in the lock. But the door knob moved to the right and
then fell back as if the effort was too great. Then there was
silence. I knocked again. No answer. I thought my mother was
still annoyed and rushed to phone box where I called her. After
some time she answered the phone. Why won't you let me in? I
asked. What do you mean, she said I have only just got out of the
bath where I fell asleep. She had not heard me knock.
One Xmas eve when I left for
my mother's house I heard a kick on the door behind me as if to
say, "and a merry Xmas to you too!" I felt scared. When
I got back, I talked to the empty kitchen, (this is where the
ghost's prescence seems strongest) saying that I was glad to live
in the flat and that I would like us to coexist. I emphasized
that he was welcome to stay and should not feel as though he was
being evicted." The footsteps and falling hangers stopped
and I had the bathroom door taken off. Every Xmas I now wish the
empty living room a merry Xmas. It seems the right thing to do.
One Easter, I actually saw the
ghost looking at me although I was in one of those trances
states. He was a tall, rather, old balding man with piercing blue
eyes. He did not seem sinister but rather bored. He did not say
anything, but just looked blankly. I described what I had seen to
the estate agent who asked me if I had known the previous tenant.
My mother's dog would bark at
thin air - usually staring at the same corner of living room or
he would suddenly run of the living room on various occasions.
As the years have gone by the
"haunting" has become quieter, and after I met my
current boyfriend I thought they had stopped. But one Xmas, I was
telling someone on the phone about the ghost. I then wrote a
letter and told my brother the same thing. (I had just changed
the phone in my room to an internet line and the phone calls in
the kitchen had stopped so I thought the ghost had gone.) I
pressed print and went to the kitchen. When I came back, I found
the printer had jammed (it has never jammed before or since) and
when the paper came out, the sentences about the ghost "he
is kind and harmless and just hates being ignored" was
highlighted in blue ink. In the text on the PC however, was black
like the rest of the letter.
Doors I had left open started
being shut when I turned around. This really scared me. I had
another talk with the empty kitchen. All activity ceased.
Then a month ago, I was angry
with my boyfriend for working late and when I heard the door go,
I hid under the covers pretending to sleep (sulk!) I heard
someone move towards me and stand by my bed for a while. I was
feeling to stroppy to say hello. Then the heavy footsteps left
the room, walked through the kitchen to the bathroom. I thought,
when my boyfriend returns, I will talk and sort things out. But
after waiting for 10 minutes, nothing happened. I lay there
wondering what he was up to in there! I must have been waiting an
hour when I heard the key in the lock. It was my boyfriend. I
asked him why he came in earlier, he said he hadn't, but that he
had just come in for the first time. I wonder what I would have
seen if I had looked up!
Overall, I must say that my
ghost has not ever threatened me in any way. He seems to pop up
when there are arguments and when I am down and I see him as a
comfort.
I do not think all ghosts are
bad or spooky or something to fear.
I hope you found my story
interesting. There has not been any activity since the last
incident I mentioned.
The Brown Lady, and a few
more...
Author: Brooke
Email:Brooke.Wynkoop@(nospam)Jacobs.com
Here a couple ghost stories for
you -all true, I promise!
The first one happened when I
was about 4 years old, about 23 years ago. My parents and I moved
into a house on Lafayette St. in Denver and about 4 months after
we moved in we started smelling a terrible odor. It was like
rotting garbage intensified - just awful. What was weird was that
the smell would come and go. My dad and grandpa got up into the
attic to make sure there weren't any dead squirrels or pigeons up
there - there weren't. We checked the whole house a dozen times,
every time the smell came back. Then one morning I was playing in
my mom's sewing room as she was getting ready for work. I went
screaming into her room "Mommy, mommy there's a brown lady
in the sewing room!" I told my mom the lady's name - it was
a distinctly African name that I wouldn't have picked up at day
care or on Sesame Street. My mom, obviously concerned that
someone had broken into our house, ran into the sewing room. The
smell was so pungent she almost gagged. My dad worked for the
Denver Post at the time and did some research about our house. It
turns out that an African woman had lived there before us and had
been kidnapped and murdered in the mountains. After I saw her she
never came back.
These next two are more recent:
My roommate and I were sharing a one-bedroom apt - she had to
move out of her place in a hurry and I needed help with the rent,
so she moved in and we converted the dining room into a makeshift
bedroom. A friend of ours came over one night in June and we
started playing around with the Ouija board my roommate had
bought that day. For some reason we got the giggles, and finally
gave up. Looking back now I think someone was trying to protect
us from our own powers with the board. It didn't work. Shortly
after that my roommate (who is pretty tuned into the paranormal)
and I (also aware of the paranormal around us, but not as much)
started feeling really uneasy in our apartment. One night my
roommate got home before me and felt so threatened by this
presence that she locked herself in the bathroom with the cats
for a couple hours. Another time she was looking for a hat she
always wore. It was always on top of the TV or on her dresser.
But this day we couldn't find it anywhere. We checked under all
the beds, in the closets (which we then closed back up, so the
cats wouldn't hide in them), everywhere we looked for this hat.
Finally we left without it. When we got home it was right in the
middle of the living room floor. I'm positive the cats didn't
move it, because where would they have moved it from?? Finally
right before we moved out my roommate felt the presence really
strongly near her bed. She sat straight up and looked where she
felt it was and then noticed both cats were completed fuzzed out
and staring in the exact same place. We were pretty happy to move
out!
The last one happened to my
roommate when she was on a business trip in San Francisco. There
was a ghost in her room who kept turning on the water in the
bathtub, turning the TV on and off and opening and shutting her
window. Finally at 4 am, after several hours of this, she shouted
- "OKAY! I know you are here, now leave me alone so I can
get some sleep." After that she had no more problems. It was
the Hotel California in SF - does anyone know any stories about
it? (No jokes about the song, please!)
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