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Haunted
Haunted Cabin
Haunted Crossed Lines
Haunted in Oklahoma
Haunted Winnipeg Apartment
Headless Jack
Health Care Haunts
Hopkins Tomb
The House
House on Wapiti Street
The Hurting Room
Husband's Return

Haunted

Author: Kari

Email:BelleAster@(nospam)aol.com

Alright, I can't reveal much about the location of all these occurences that will follow, due to the nature of the site and my interest in protecting its respected reputation.

There are two historic buildings. The first one was built in the 1920's. Some matience people have reported radios turning off or adjusting themselves or doors slamming while cleaning. That's not too bad. More convincing is the story of the office lady whose office is in the house. On her desk she kept a cup full of foil-covered candies (Werther's or something like that). One day when she walked in, she saw one of them at the bottom of the stairs. She thought it was odd but didn't think much of it. However, the cup on her desk was empty (when it had been full the day before) but not upset, nor was the cup holding pens and pencils. In the room adjactent to her office, she found the rest of them piled up in a corner. This was not the work of an animal. None of the wrappers were opened or bitten, and there were no empty wrappers anywhere. She asked some of the matience guys if this was their joke, but they didn't know anything about it.

The second house was built in the 1850's. This house has way more stories than the first. Where do I start? Most often reported are "cold spots" which travel around rooms and from room to room. These are not dafts. We once mistook a draft for one, but a cold spot in the middle of a room with only one window is not a draft when there's no cold air flow around it. I have often felt these, particularly in two rooms with quite a bit of "character." In the summer of 1996, my close friends and an acquaintence were closing up for the day. In the sitting room there is usually a poetry book (I can't recall the author right now, he is well known.) It was open to a certain page where there is a crease since it usually lies open on that page. They were the last two out and they locked the house. The next morning they were the first ones in. The book in the sitting room was open to a different page which just happened (or maybe not) to have a poem titled "Sercum Corda". The poem starts, "Seek not the spirit if it hide, inexorable to thy zeal." This was not long after many of us had begun to talk to the cold spots, or empty rooms or spirits or whatever you want to call them, but we were just kinda fooling around and didn't even know if anything was there. Two more occurences happened in October of the same year. My close friend and I picknicked on the grounds with a few other friends in a place I adore but often get strange feelings when I'm there. For no apparent reason, a glass filled with grapejuice tipped over and spilled on a quilt made by my great- grandmother. This is probably explainable. I could have even hit it over somehow but the other witnesses said I didn't touch it. Well, my friend and I talked about the eeriness of the spot. When we returned to the house, I went up to the sisters' room where people often feel cold spots. I didn't even get in the door when I felt like whatever was in there was upset with me and I turned around and walked right back down the stairs. Just a few weeks after that, an older friend and teacher of ours died. We all met there after hours to talk about our feelings of loss and such. The house was all locked up, but we noticed the kitchen light was on. We walked over to investigate and saw a large garbage bag by the door. We uncovered it and found 2 rabbits in a cage-- one dead and one alive. The live one has since found a home. The light may have been purely coincidence but it did bring our attention to the rabbits. Last fall, I and some of my friends were in the sisters' room talking. Two of them sat down in front of the closet and closed the closet door. I got a weird feel and told them "she'll get mad if you trap her in the closet." They looked at me funny and asked me to repeat, so again I told them they should open the closet door so she doesn't get mad. They did, and I felt much better. Most people who've heard these stories are sceptical and deny their credibility or truth, including the caretaker. But in private even he has admitted that furniture moves when the house is locked and empty. There are stories of lights turning on, windows being opened, and shadows. There's lots more stories about this house, but I don't think I know the stories well enough to retell the rest of them. These stories would make so much more sense if I could explain the details, but like I stated before this site is not a ghost hunter's ground and I don't want it to become one. Thanks for reading!

Haunted Cabin

Author: Bob Lindell

Email:bob.lindell@(nospam)medtronic.com

*Sheesh* reading the stories on your page kept me in a contstant chill and kept me looking over my shoulder!! I just thought I'd share a story that happened to me personally. All other stories I tend to take with a grain of salt, but this one happened to me and I KNOW I can't explain what happened. The story isn't exactly chilling or amazing, but it's true and to have it happen to me freaked me out like you wouldn't believe.

Now, the house my family lived in when I was growing up was basically a lake cabin that we'd done work on and made a home out of it. I guess several families had lived there in the past, I believe a man even died there of a heart attack. We always had pets, cats mainly. So strange noises in the night were always brushed off, the cats were probably just running around. When my sister moved off to college we got rid of the cats since she was the one who took care of them mostly. That's when we started realizing that all of the noises in the house were not exactly explainable.

It wasn't at all uncommon for us to hear footsteps across the upstairs floor at night. Both my parents and I lived in the basement and knew that nobody was upstairs. We all just kind of ignored it.

The front door of our house was a big heavy thing. When it opened all the rest of the doors in the house would rattle because of the air movement (it was a small house) *many* times I'd be in the basement watching TV with my mom and we'd hear the front door open and assume it was my dad home from work. It was unmistakeable because of the other doors shaking in the frames. Time would pass and we'd forget that we heard the door, until it would open again and this time my dad would really come home. At first we'd ask my dad why he came in twice and what he was doing for so long. Then it became so common that we'd just dismiss it.

I returned from staying at a friends house for the weekend and my mom was teasing my dad about "Charlie". It seems that in the night, while I was away, all kinds of stuff started happening in the house. The dishes in the sink started making noise. The footsteps creaked across the floor. The cupboard doors opened and shut, lights turned on and off.. the works! It woke mom and dad up, they went about trying to ignore it and go to sleep rather than acknowledge it like we always did before. Finally my dad couldn't take it anymore, got up out of bed and yelled out of the bedroom "Charlie! Shut Up!" It all stopped and they went to bed without discussing it. My dad won't talk about it even now. My mom had to tell the story to me, my dad nodded to me that it was the truth and that's all the more he'd talk about it.

I really don't know where the name "Charlie" came from. My dad just yelled it out that night and it stuck. Now that someone finally brought it up, we talked all about the footsteps, the things moved around in the house, the front door opening and closing. I wasn't scared before we actually talked about it... but I was now. Things kept on as usual, but never as bad as that one night. Now we'd say "Charlie's home" when the door opened upstairs and nobody came in. It was something we joked about quite a bit.

Now this next part is the biggest thing that ever happened to me. The footsteps, the door, everything else I could eek out a rational explanation. Now as stupid as this sounds, it happened. My cousin (who lived with us at the time) and I were in the house alone. We were in the basement watching TV. I was about 10 and he was 16 or so. The house was clean, nothing laying around on the floor. All of a sudden something fell down the steps, like a small ball or something. It went bump..bump.. and thud as it bounced down and then hit the wall at the end of the stairway. We both got up and looked over at the landing to the stairway. (bear with me, it's true!!) a weeble-wobble (you know - "weeble-wobbles wobble but they don't fall down) kids toy was sitting there. For those of you that don't know it's an egg shaped little plastic person that is weighted to always stand upright. There was absolutely no explanation for what it was doing there (no kids in our house for weeks) or how it fell down the steps. I know that nobody else was in the hosue because of the telltale rattle the doors made when the front door was opened. Stupid sounding, I know. but too strange to write off.

Haunted Crossed Lines

Author:Micha

Email:(witheld by request)

I never though much of this occurence before but i thought i would write and see what you think... One night in summer 1993 I was up late talking to my boyfriend on the phone it was about 2 am, and all of the sudden this wierd sound came across the lines. It was almost like a choir singing or some sort of chanting. It didn't sound evil or anything but just freaked us out... we said goodbye and hung up. we get crossed lines (where you can hear someone else's conversation) sometimes like everyone else but why would we hear chanting with more than three voices? Interesting.

Haunted in Oklahoma

By: Tara R Barrett

E-Mail: TRB1972@(nospam)aol.com

In 1986 my family moved into a mobile home in Henryetta, Oklahoma. It was very nice and comfortable. We lived on 15 acres of land and had our own lake. I was 15 years old at the time. Although during the day the trailer was very non threatening at night it would become very disturbing. I slept in a room that had a bed already furnished in it. I often felt someone watching me and had a hard time falling asleep. Behind the wall was the heater which moaned as if human. It would make as much noise as a train during the night but during the day it was silent. I started believing it was haunted. especially since it was such a nice trailer & it had been abandoned, left empty for months before we rented it.

My mother began to start worrying and since she and my step father were all the way at the other end of the trailer she asked me to sleep in my sister and brother's room (they were 2 and 3) sometimes. One night I laid down on the bed and looked to the door. In the open door materialized a Cherokee man dressed in a black suit, holding a hat. He looked at me and seemed kind of sad. But I got the overwhelming feeling he was there to protect us. He slowly dematerialized into smoke-like fog. I felt very reassured and when in that room slept very well.

The other room was different. It felt evil. I never did get used to it. We only lived there two months when my step fathers job called us back to Missouri. I often wondered how much more might have happened if we remained. I am glad I didn't find out.

Haunted Winnipeg Apartment

Author: Teresa from Canada

my friend larry's sister and her boyfriend had an apartment in downtown winnipeg(canada). the apartment building was over 100 years old and so the provincial government had established it a historical site. anyhow, shortly upon moving in they had noticed things missing- small objects like cds and keys. these things would go missing for weeks and then reappear in the fridge or cupboards- there was a cd in particular that would go missing although i cannot recall which one- naturally they began to suspect that their apartment was possibly subject to paranormal activity-as they were certainly not responsible for these strange occurrences- this went on for several months until one evening the fellow was awoken to find a transparent woman sitting on the edge of their bed. she had beautiful blond hair past her waist and was cradling a baby in her arms. she was wearing a light coloured period nighty and rocked the baby back and forth until his girlfrined woke up to discover the same- they were not at all frightened, just completely awed.

Headless Jack (and other New Jersey Haunts)

Email:Shadow2768@aol.com

Just so you all know, this is my last day on AOL, so send me all the e-mail you want. :)

Be forewarned: this is going to be a LONG story/letter.

I grew up in a New Jersey rural town. I'm not even going to say which town; you all probably haven't heard of it. Anyhoo, as you may or may not know, New Jersey is famous for the so-called Jersey Devil: some sort of demonic-looking critter with goat legs, bat wings, the whole nine-yards. I've never seen the Devil, but my little town was famous for two ghosts: Headless Jack and the Jersey Devil Dog.

Headless Jack was supposedly an AWOL soldier from the Civil War who was caught and lynched by a mob of his former comrades. He was strung up on the branch of a tree near our town's oldest bridge, and as he was puled up, the rope was pulled so tight around his neck that it cut his head off. Well, his former friends buried his body under the bridge and took his head back to show their commanders that they caught the guy.

As the legend goes, Headless Jack rises from his grave under the bridge to search for his head. People I knew claimed they saw him, standing on the bridge, arms outstretched. Headless Jack was sort of the town boogeyman: "Don't be bad, children, or Headless Jack'll get ya!" Like the Jersey Devil, I never saw him, but I admit I avoided the bridge as much as possible.

I have the second ghost in my town, the Jersey Devil Dog. He was seen more often than Headless Jack. He's got a legend too, and although I don't believe it, I kind of take it as proof that enough people have seen it to wonder where it came from. Back in the days when the area was first being settled, an Irish couple staked out a plot of land for themselves and their young child. Other peopel arrived and laid down plots. Soon, a town was being formed (not my town, but one nearby; the houses in my town are much more recent). A nasty man arrived after they had lived there a year and produced a deed, saying that he owned the land, and that they were to leave. Well, the wife and child were sick with fever, and the Irish man said "no." The newcomer shot the wife and child dead, turned the gun on the Irish man, and fired. As he lay dying, the Irish man cursed the newcomer and the land. When other people arrived, the newcomer explained everyhring, including the cure. When told that he would be tried for the murders, the newcomer laughed and said that "not even the hounds of hell could drag me away." A few nights later, the townspeople heard a scream from the old Irish man's house. When they got there, a gigantic, hideous dog was sitting in front of the door. As the crowd approached, the dog ran into the woods and the newcomer-murderer was found, dead.

When I was eight, there was a snow storm, and I was awake at 5 in the morning to listen to the radio, hoping my school was closed for the day. I was sitting in the kitchen, looking out our huge bay window, watching the snow fall in the early morning light, when I jumped, like I got a static shock. I actually felt the jolt; I don't think it was totally psychological.

Before anyone dismisses this as a trick of the light/dark, there was enough light from the streetilights and the whiteness of the snow to see all of this. Behind the chain-link fence seperating our back yard from our neighbor's, there was this huge, black dog. And when I say huge, I mean HUGE. It was built like a Doberman, but much more bulky, and its head was level with the top of the fence. The fence was five feet high! It only had one eye, a bloody-red color, right where a normal dog would have two, and its ears were long, ragged and droopy, kinda like a lop rabbit. I could see some teeth, but I don't think it was snarling.

It looked at me for a good ten seconds, then walked off, and faded away into the snow. The snow wasn't falling so hard to obscure it... it just faded away.

From that day forward, for three years, I couldn't sleep without a nightlight on. After that, I told some friends, who, to my surprise, didn't call me nuts. Some of them had seen the Devil Dog, too, and one had heard this weird moaning coming from an abandonned lot. Hearing that gave me the chills. I'm better now, and my friends in Jersey still joke about the dog, asking if I've seen "Fido" again.

So, there you have it. I think Headless Jack is a made-up story, but I saw the Jersey Devil Dog, and I know it's real. I can't explain it.

Health Care Haunts

Author: Karl J. Young

Several years ago I worked in a health care facility that was directly across from a man who had been convicted of murdering his lover. They could not prove he had killed her two children, although they were missing, their bodies were never found. At the time of the murders, the facility site was an orchard. It was thought the children's bodies might have been buried there, although they did not locate them while building the facility. Strange things happened at the center. Patients who expressly had requested no blankets were found with blankets on. Patients would frequently ask the nurses to tell the two children to stop making so much noise, but when the nurses would look out the window, no one would be there. Once a woman in isolation asked an aide who the little boy was who was playing in her room. Still no one. Call lights went off in empty rooms. Once a patient's traction had been lifted off him and found dangling. I could always seem to find one explanation or another for these occurrences until one day... I was working in my office, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone come into my office. It was the size and shape of our housekeeper and I thought he had come to empty my waste basket. He walked behind me and as he did, he brushed against the nape of my neck. I expected him, at any second to take my waste basket, but he didn't. I looked around to see what he was doing and there was no one there. I jumped up to have a better look and them looked out into the outer office. No one. I went back to work, but it wasn't until my ride home that I realized I had had my first encounter with a ghost.

Hopkins Tomb

Author:Micheal

Email:ancient1@(nospam)rocketmail.com or
pastlife@(nospam)hotmail.com

ABOUT THREE YEARS AGO MYSELF AND TWO FRIENDS WENT TO HOPKINS TOMB IN PORT COLBORNE, ONTARIO, CANADA.THE LEGEND OF THE TOMB IS ,IF YOU BREACH THE RETAINING WALL YOU MUST CIRCLE THE TOMB 7 TIMES KNOCKING ON THE DOOR EACH TIME YOU PASS. MANY YEARS AGO THREE YOUNG MEN BREACHED THE WALL AND DID NOT PERFORM THE RITUAL. ONE DIED IN A CAR ACCIDENT,ONE LOST AN ARM ,THE OTHER LOST A LEG.

IT WAS A RAINY FRIDAY NIGHT. COLIN STAYED IN THE VAN TO VIDEOTAPE THE EVENT. BRETT CIRCLED THE TOMB AND KNOCKED ON THE DOOR. I TOOK STILL PHOTOS. BRETT ASKED ME TO PERFORM THE RITUAL ALSO. I DECLINED,SAYING I HAD BEEN INVOLVED IN THE PARANORMAL FOR YEARS AND NEED NOT OBEY THESE RULES. WE FINISHED TAKING PICTURES AND LEFT THE SITE UNHARMED.

THE NEXT NIGHT WHILE ON MY WAY HOME FROM MY COUSINS,I WAS INVOLVED IN A CAR ACCIDENT. I REMEMBER THE IMPACT OF THE CAR HITTING THE TREE. I WAS IN THE BACKSEAT. THE NEXT THING I REMEMBER WAS STANDING AT THE END OF MY COUSINS DRIVEWAY ABOUT 500 YARDS DOWN THE ROAD.I SENT MY COUSINS HUSBAND TO HELP MY SISTER AND THE DRIVER. I WAS COVERED IN BLOOD AND NEEDED TO TEND TO MY WOUNDS. WHEN JEREMY REACHED THE CAR, BILL WAS PULLING MY SISTER THROUGH THE PASSENGER SIDE WINDOW. HE HAD BROKEN THE WINDOW BECAUSE THE DOOR WAS LOCKED. IN FACT WHEN HE CAME TO, I WAS ALREADY GONE. IT WAS A TWO DOOR CAR. THE WINDOWS WERE ROLLED UP AND THE DOORS WERE LOCKED. THEY DONT KNOW HOW I GOT OUT OF THE CAR.SINCE I HAD A CONCUSSION I DONT KNOW EITHER. THE CAR ACCIDENT WAS THE BEGINNING OF A LONG STRING OF BAD LUCK FOR ME. IT WASNT UNTIL I WENT BACK TO HOPKINS TOMB ALMOST TWO YEARS LATER THAT THINGS BEGAN TO TURN AROUND.

WAS IT CURSE OR COINCIDENCE.YOU DECIDE.

THE ANCIENT ONE
MICHEAL TEAL

The House

Author: Tony Nilsson

Email: tnilsson@(nospam)sto-co.se.dhl.com

As i told you before i am as pshycic as a brick but i do have a story to share with you...and the other readers..its not experienced by myself but involves a haunted house and policemen and is admitted to be unexplainable..so maybe it will be interesting, let me know what you think of it..it is true as far as I know.

The house who refused to give up..

Close to where I live, there is a house reputed to be haunted. The people living close by never venture near it when its dark and it gives off an eerie feeling to everyone who passes it. 7 years ago, the local police have had enough of rumours circulating around this house and to prove their point that nothing was out of the ordinary with this house they decided to sleep in the house. Two policemen with two german shepherds took their sleeping bags and went to the house to sleep in it. They had two campbeds and did not feel anything special when they went to sleep. In the morning, they woke up outside the house, apparently someone had carried them out while sleeping, beside them lay the dogs dead. After this incident which was reported even the local police decided to burn the house down to its foundations. The firebrigade was given the task. They went to the house and poured gasoline on the house, it was wooden so it would burn easily. The only thing was..the house refused to burn, no matter how hard the brigade tried to make it burn it refused. It was an old wooden house so it should burn like a torch. Needless to say the firebrigade had to give up. As far to my knowledge the house still stands, it refuses to die.

Tony from Sweden

House on Wapiti St.

Author: Kelly

E-mail: Kelly.Williamson@(nospam)Bethesda.KellerBruner.com

My dad is in the Navy, so when we moved to Norfolk we had to find house quickly. Well, my mom found a cute place with lots of land on Wapiti St. The place had belonged to an older woman whose brother had her placed in a home -- supposedly -- when she couldn't take care of herself. The place was a ranch style with two bedrooms and one bath.

Soon after we moved in my dad went out to sea, so it was just my mom and I. From the beginning I didn't like my room. No matter how I set it up I always had the feeling of being watched. My mom got the same feeling in other parts of the house, namely the hallway leading to the bedrooms and the kitchen.

I also didn't like going down into the garage. It was full of unpacked boxes and incredibly dark. For some odd reason someone had built a bathroom in the garage. (We never did figure that one out.) The washer/dryer was in the garage, so I had to go down there often. I never saw anything, but I always felt scared when I walked down there. The hair on my neck and arms would rise, my heart would beat faster, and I would get a feeling of apprehension like something awful was going to happen or had happened. I never got rid of this feeling in the year we lived there.

We had several bad things happen to us in this house. We had a peeping tom, a break-in, a rape (no one in our house) at the edge of the backyard, the shooting of our nextdoor neighbor, the kidnapping of a friend of mine with whom I used to walk home from school, and the death of another neighbor to whom we were close.

After a year, the landlord wanted the place back to live in with his family. He anounced this to my parents and the next week my parents had him over to discuss moving out. My mom got to talking with him about the house and the odd feelings she and I had. Well, he later admitted that his sister's husband had died of a massive heart attack in the doorway of my room. He also told us that his nephew, her son, had been stabbed to death down in the garage and that his sister had witnessed(?) or had a part in the murder. He told my mom that the murder was unsolved to this day and that his sister went a little nutty after it. After he left, my mom packed up some stuff for us and we moved into a hotel until my parents found a new house. When we had to finish packing or cleaning, my mom always made sure we went in the day and we always stayed together.

Those are all the stories I can think of at the moment. I think they are enough though.

The Hurting Room

Author: Gabriel

Email: ammiewoozle@(nospam)webtv.net

In the small town in Iowa where I grew up there are many accounts of of ghosts by many people.After all,that area of the mid -west is one of the most(south east I.A.and M.O)superstitious in the country.Maybe the stories I"d heard had more than a little to do with what i saw and felt in the story I am about to tell but maybe not.I would like to think not,it was one of the single most terifying experiences of my life and I would like to think that I"m not so weak of mind that my imagination could scare me this much. Somtime in early november of 89 I was 14 years old.I met the first girl I'd ever kissed a week earlier and i aranged to meet her In a room that is part of the old library on north court street in fairfield I.A .this room is above the main lobby .you have to walk up a dark spiral stair case to get there. the room is a small museum with stuffed dead animals ,cival war artifacts and what not(and probably alot more but i'll never know because I'm never going back there).We chose this place to meet because no one ever went there,or it was rare that anyone did.I needless to say,got there first.For the first 20 mniutes I hid and waited thinking i would scare her when she walked in but I got tired of that and just stood with my back to the wall that was facing the door.Some more time went by and now it was 4:30 and the sun was starting to set.I was about ready to give up on her when a strange sensation came over my that i would later find was similar to being high on PCP and Robitussin DM.I felt suddenly unable to breath or stand.My view of the room bent sideways and all the shapes began to elongate.my body weight became too much for me to handle and I could only look up from the floor. The sound of creaking and rusty pipes or somthing similar was deafening. I felt so cold and coulldn't move just lay there on my chest.Then I heard a sound that sounded like a a baby crying at first but as I listened It sounded more like a baby cackleing."EEEee iyieyieeee"That is the closest I can come to writing what I heard,all I know is that the sound chilled me to the bone.Then from my fixed view I saw a small figure .It was naked accept for a pair of knee length cut off shorts and a big straw hat.It stood about three feet tall and appeared to be burned from head to toe.It's face was burned so badly that it had no disearnable features and it's fingers were like long twigs that scraped the marble floor.as it moved toward me it's movements were like nothing I'd ever seen or imagined ,so inorganic.And as is came closer emitted it's monotone baby cackle.

It seemed as though this went on forever,but then I heard a man shout and I was able to move again.I could feel my heart, and it was racing.I got up and ran past the man (who turned out to be a janitor)fled down the spiral staircase,through the lobby out in to the cold grey autum afternoon.I felt like a holocaust survivor and four years older.The man had seen me lying on the floor and shouted,which brought me out of that trance like state.some time later I was talking to somone that was also from the town of fairfield and we were reminiscing about the old place when she asked me if i knew about the old museum above the library and she told me that she was there once and was so overcome with irrational fear that she had to run out.

Husband's Return

Author:Jodi

I've enjoyed visiting your site, because I thoroughly enjoy reading and hearing a good ghost story. However, I've always said that if I were to visit a haunted house, the ghosts would move out because I've never seen or felt anything out of the ordinary in houses where there are supposed to be ghosts. I can read books like Haunted Graveyard (true stories) until 2 in the morning, go to bed in the dark, and sleep quite well.

I've visited a haunted restaurant in Waxahachie, TX several times and seen nothing. Once, about 25 years ago, a Pier 1 store in Dallas had a small table that was supposed to be inhabited by a poltergeist. Supposedly there were warm spots in it that could be felt. I felt all over it and felt nothing. I grew up in an old farmhouse that was probably built about 1840. A young friend asked me if anyone had ever died in the house, because I might see spirits. I told her, no, but when I asked my mother, she said, of course people have died here, and your room is where they put the coffin for viewing! (My room was the original front hall, which had been blocked off on one end.) Still, I slept there until I was almost 13 and never saw or heard anything, although I did have dreams about the closet that was created by the blocked-off entry.

Just recently, I visited a dear friend, the mother of the boy I almost married some 30 years ago. Her husband died a year ago. We were sitting in her kitchen, which opens into her bedroom and she told me that one night while watching TV and feeling lonely and blue, she heard her husband's step in the kitchen and heard him clear his throat, which he always did. She said she suddenly felt better and knew that he was watching out for her still. She said that another time, she heard him call her in the middle of the night, and again, she felt safe and protected. She said she had never believed such stories until it happened to her.

I was sitting there, and even though I wasn't the least bit frightened, I got cold chills, which is the first time a place like that has ever affected me.

I don't know if this will qualify for your stories, and I know you'll want to edit it down, but thanks for sharing a great site.

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