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Dad's Visit
Demon or Dwarf? Denver House
Devilish Creature
Dream Ghost
Dorm Ghost

Dad's Visit

Author: Van Cummings

Email: cummings@(nospam)globalbiz.net.

For several months surrounding the second anniversary of my Dad's death, strange things happened in my Mom and Step-Dad's home. I was living there at the time with my older brother, and the folks. Around that time, we all (except my step-dad) saw shadows moving through the corners of our eyes (particularly upstairs by our bedrooms). I hoped that it was just something floating in my eye, but my Mom and brother saw these things too. Well, I still explained these things away...maybe it was hereditary. One night I awoke from a deep sleep around 3am. Leaning over me was a white figure. As I woke up and tried to focus on the apparition, it floated backwards through my closet (into my folks room). As it moved, it became increasingly blurry. That was enough to scare the heck out of me. After it disappeared and I was fully conscious, I noticed that my arm was stretched out towards it. I still don't understand that part. I was too scared to go back to sleep that night (it was months before I got a good nights sleep again), but I knew that I didn't need to be afraid because I reached for it. My Mom and brother saw and heard things, too. They believe that it was my Dad, but I'm not so sure.

Demon or Dwarf?

Author: Tatiana

Email:echarala@(nospam)cylink.com.cy

Hi Jennifer im Tatiana and i read nearly all the stories on this page. I find them all so fascinating.So i now decided that i wanna share my encounter with the paranormal with you guys :). Few years ago when I was still living in my other house I saw something that will stick in my mind until the day I die. Well to tell you a little about my house this was a huge 2 story house with 18 acres of land for a garden and a swimming pool in it. It was by the beach and no other homes surrounding it. My father decorated this house so we were the first people to live in it.This house was in a little town called Kiti Beach in Larnaca, Cyprus for anyone who doesn't know where this is, its a small Greek speaking island in the Mediterranean. Okay now to get on with my encounter with the paranormal. Those days my mother was searching for the true religion. Everyday she would talk about God and religion and frankly I got sick of it. Mind you I was just a kid at the time. I got so mad with her for driving me crazy with religion I tore a peice of the Bible, something I regret doing. I was about 11 years old at the time. Now I'm 16. My parents got mad at me so they sent me to my room. Well anyways a few nights after that while I was laying down on my bed, I saw this little dwarf. He was very colorful and he wore a vikings hat on his head with horns stiking out from each side. I couldn't see his features. Just the outline of his body. He was going up and down across my bedroom. Man,I was so scared! I tried to close my eyes thinking if I opened them he would leave but when I closed my eyes I saw him even with my eyes closed so I opened them and there above me I saw bats. Huge black bats going around in circles. I tried to scare them away with my pillow but they wouldnt budge. I then tried to scream for my mother but I froze. No voice could come out of my mouth. I was paralysed. I couldn't move. I prayed to Jesus to make him go away and it did work well. Thats what I thought he was about to leave from my bedroom but as soon as I said thank God he came back. After a while he did infact leave going out of my bedroom and faded away. I then shot from my bed and ran down to my mother as fast as my legs could carry me. I told her what I saw and to my surprise she believed me that night. I slept on the floor in her bedroom. Well after that night, a few nights later my mother heard something by her bedroom window. Remember when I told you she was searching for the true religion? Well exactly at that moment when she figured out, she knew what the true religion was she heard this terrifying sound outside her second floor bedroom window. She heard a cry of something that was between a donkey and a bird. It was a sound she never heard before. She could even hear its wings flapping. It was right outside her bedroom window. What do you guys think this was? Someone told me it might have been Baphomet. Anyone know who Baphomet is? If you do, please email me. I would love to hear from anyone who would like to discuss this or any other things involving the paranormal.

Denver House

Author: Robert Moritz

Email:robertmoritz@(nospam)earthlink.net

Approximately ten years ago, my family and I moved into an old house in Denver. From what the real estate agent told us it was seventy two years old. Looking at the asbestos shingles, we did not doubt this. From the very beginning, I did not feel comfortable in this house. An old lady and her son lived in this house previously, but we were only told that she passes away. Two areas in this house made me particularily uncomfortable, the basement and my bathroom. The basement, as with many of the old houses in that area, was large with numerous rooms. The bathroom was rather exquistite in an antique manner. A large bathtub which rested on claw feet sat on one side of the bathroom. On the other side was a toilet, sink, and a medicine cabinet with a beveled glass mirror on it. Forgive me I still get uncomfortable recalling this. On one particular evening, i was preparing to go to bed. While brushing my teeth, I heard a weeping/moaning. Seeming to originate from the bathtub's drain, i thought maybe an animal was wounded in the sewer or something, and was howling. I turned to spit out the mouthful of toothpaste and tell my parents about this. The beveled glass mirror offered a clear view of the bathtub. Blood. Approximately midway on the bathtub, rivulets of blood seeped down and seemed to diffuse into water(the tub was empty). the 'water' in the bathtub became reddish throughout except for what seemed to be a human form floating in it. I was not in the reflection. I spun around to see the tub completely empty and clean. turning back around, the horrible image remained in the mirror. I screamed. I punched the mirror, breaking it into many pieces. My parents heard me scream and came quickly. They found me curled into a ball on the floor, toothpaste still in my mouth, my hand creating a pool of blood on the floor. They bandaged my hand, and tried to get me to tell them what happened. They told me they could only manage two words from me. The blood. The blood. After recovering from this state of shock, i told them what i had seen. They had no idea what to do, so they took me to therapy. Therapists must be born skeptics, always looking for a dysfunctional cause to all ailments. I settled for never entering that bathroom again and not allowing them to replace that mirror. Little else happened for several months. While cleaning out the basement, in the furthest room my parents came across a small stack of newspaper clippings in a corner of a cabinet. All of these clippings involved the vietnam war. After moving from the house, I have been trying to piece together what really happened. I'm assuming the mother commited suicide in that very bathtub. If her son had been in the war, and not returned, why had she waited until recently to take her own life? I guess I'll never have these answers. There are some lasting effects though. I hate mirrors. I havent got one in my bathroom, and dealing with them in my car is quite a task. I'm always afraid of seeing something that shouldn't be there.

Devilish Creature

Author:Tara

E-mail:hawkins1@(nospam)midamer.net

This happend to a freind of mines mom. I don't know if it's true or not though. Let's call her Chelsea. She was about fourteen then. One night Chelsea, her mom and her mom's friend's were driving home from Chicago. It was about 2 o'clock in the morning. Everyone was quiet and very sleepy. It was pitch black out and they were in the middle of no were. Chelsea's mom was driving. Chelsea was sitting in the back seat of the van. It was dark and quiet. Chelsea was just sitting there when she felt something tap her on the shoulder. She turned around but didn't see anything so she turned back around and thought nothing more of it. A few minutes later she felt something tap her on the shoulder again. She spun around quickly to see what it was. Then she saw a small monkey shaped head with evil looking eyes sliding back behind the seat. Chelsea started screaming and jumped over the seat in front of her. Her mom pulled over the van and everyone got out and looked for the creature. They didn't see anything so they assumed what ever it was got out. She didn't tell us what happend after that, but she did say a while after that happened she saw it again. She was laying in bed when she felt something crawling up the bed. She pulled the blanket down and saw the same devilish creature crawling up her bed. Freaky huh? Hope you liked it.

Dream Ghost

Author: Mary

Email: williamp@(nospam)agcs.com

My brother(24) and my parents got into a big argument one night, and my brother took off and stayed a night with his best friend. His best friend warned him, and told him that there was a ghost in his house. My brother is one of the tough guy, and he thought that his friend was kidding around with him. So, the first night he slept on the couch. He said that he felt someone touching him, and he started having a dream about a young woman with blonde hair, who keeps telling him to "go get her car," and "someone stole her car." She scratched my brother on the neck, and he immediately woke up. He went to look in the mirror, and their were three long scratch mark on his neck. He went to his friend's room, and tried to wake up his friend, but his friend was talking to the woman in his sleep. He keeps asking her, "where is your car?" and "who took it?" Then my brother saw three scratch mark appearing on his friends neck. He shook his friend, and he finally woke up. They exchanged one another stories, and described the same woman in their dream. My brother now believes in ghost. They both ended up coming back to my parents house that early morning.

Dorm Ghost

Author:C.Thomas

Email: cthomas@(nospam)iwc.edu

I have always had an open, and probably overactive, imagination about the supernatural world. This is probably so because of the connection my family seems to have with strange or unexplained occurences. So when I hear or see something strange I am usually imune to it; but the following situation got to me.

My girl and I have attended a small college in Iowa for the past few years. Over the semesters, I have become used to staying the night in her room (although it is illegal), so of course, I spend quite a bit of time in her dorm. There was this story I heard about this dormitory being haunted. Of course, I was interested by this rumor, so I began to investigate. I asked around and found that many of the girls had experienced something strange in the dorm. I found out the "story" behind this situation. It was said that in the late 1970's a girl was on her way home from college for Christmas vacation, but she never made it home. She was involved in a fatal car accident, and the story is that she returned to her favorite place: the dormitory.

Just another made up story to spook the residents-right? Well, that is what I thought too, and I would often play along by telling the stories I had heard, or shouting out her name (a name I won't even mumble now). You see, I got the brilliant idea to write a story about the spirit in the college newspaper, and for the next few weeks, I reaserched like never before and put together a very solid story about the haunting. Now like I said, I sleep with my girlfriend in this dorm. -- So now we come to the freaky part. It was a few days after my story had been published, and it was the buzz on campus. It was about 2:00 A.M. and I was laying there trying to get to sleep. My girlfriend, who had been asleep for quite awhile rolled over and looked at me. Her eyes were open, and she sounded awake; but she was talking about "why I had let everyone know." I did not understand what she meant, so I kept asking her to explain herself. She went on asking wierd questions, and she seemed to be getting angry, but always ended by asking "why?" Finaly, I got tired of her questions so I told her "I don't understand what you are talking about." She looked at me with a smile on her face and said "well you should ask her"-pointing a finger to the spot beside her bed. Of course I was scared, but I looked where she was pointing and saw a pale, barely visible figure, resembling a female of about my age. The figure did not move, and only remained there for a couple of seconds (although it seemed like hours). As soon as it disappeared, I looked at my girlfriend, who was still staring at me with a wierd kind of smile. I shook her and yelled for her to wake up, and she promply snapped out of her state. I did not tell her what had happened, I only said that she was talking in her sleep and it was freaking me out. The next day I told her the entire story, and she could not remember a single word she had said. Needless to say she to was freaked.

I cannot tell you why this happened to me. Maybe the spirit was angry that I had written a story about her, or maybe she felt I didn't really believe the things I wrote about. That night, she made sure I became a true believer.

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