Stories That Begin with
The Letter J
Jennifer Z.'s Grandpa
Jessica's Room
Jillian
Josh's House
Jennifer Z.'s Grandpa
Author: Jennifer
Email:
blanka@(nospam)sprintmail.com
Jennifer
wrote me this letter responding to my ghost story "Gram's
Last Goodbye." This is what happened to her. This is used
with her permission. -J
Hi Jennifer!
I was just reading your story
about your gram's passing(I'm sorry) and I had some things happen
to me that I thought I would share with you.
My grandpa died in 1988 of
pancratic cancer. I was extremely close to him and his death
affected very hard.
About 2 years ago, I was
talking to my best friend about my grandpa and how much I missed
him. I was telling her I often wished he would give some sort of
sign to let me know he was near me. Not a second after I had said
those words my phone became full of very loud static. It was so
loud I couldn't even hear my friend on the other end. This lasted
about 10 seconds and the reception came back to normal. I really
didn't think much of it because we get static all the time. But I
started thinking that when we do get static, it's very soft and
you can still here the person on the other end. Also, my friend
said she did not hear the static, she heard no sounds at all.
This was weird because whenever we get the soft static the person
on the other end can hear it too.
Then, about 2 weeks later, my
girlfriend and I were talking in the restroom where we both
worked. Somehow, we were talking about my grandpa again. Again, I
had said how I wished he would give me a sign to show me he was
near me and right after that the lights turned off and on about 3
times. This really freaked me out because her and I were the only
ones in the bathroom and neither one of us were even close to the
light switch. I thought maybe it was the bulbs burning out but
these bulbs were flouresent and when they start to go bad, they
get a wavy pattern in them. This was like someone had flipped the
switch on and off several times. We had both worked for this
company for a long time and had been in that particular bathroom
hundreds of times before and we have never had the lights go on
and off like that. We've seen them get the wavy pattern when they
were going bad but not on and off repeatedly. We started talking
to other employees to see if they had ever experienced the lights
going on and off and everyone said "no". Also, there
were no storms at that time and as far as we know the rest of the
company's lights didn't go off and on, at the same time when we
were in the bathroom, when it happened to us.
Now I know this could all be a
coincindence but a small, hopeful part of me really hopes that
was my papa(that was my name for him).
Thank you for taking to the
time to read all of this!
Jessica's Room
Author: JessicaEmail:
vampblood7@(nospam)aol.com
I grew up in my house, and
always have felt an odd presence. It wasn't till I moved upstairs
into the attic that I truly knew I was being watched.
When I was young, around 3 or
4 I use to talk of someone coming in my room. I use to go to bed
at around 8 at night . I could never automatically go to sleep at
night so I would put the covers over my head and lay awake. Maybe
after about a half hour of laying awake I would hear someone come
into my room. I would always think it was my mother. But when I
asked her about it in the morning she would say it was all a
dream, and that she never entered my room. I was young so I just
shook it off.
When I was older...about 10, I
moved into the attic. At night I could hear someone walking in my
room. It's not my size.(I'm 14 now, so I'm not exactly small)
It's a much smaller Person. It moves my things. I use to have a
Barbie Convertible. I would put it one place at night and it
would be in a totally different one when I woke up. I can also
hear scratching in the walls. To this day I hate being in my room
alone.
Now, in present day 1998 my
room is still occupied by something other than myself. Accept
it's gotten worse.The door to my room has this sort of latch
instead of a handle. When I go to bed at night I can hear
something pushing on the door, and in the morning it will be
open. And also, as I'm writing now, I have goose bumps. Because
I'm the only one in this part of the house,(the house is large)
and I'm in the computer room. The hall leading to my room is in
the same room as the computer room. The door of the hall was
closed securely when I came down. When I was sitting here I could
hear something pushing up against the door. I just thought it was
the dog and was too lazy to let him out. I am online and I heard
a noise come from the door and looked and the door is now open. I
can also hear faint blood curdling noises coming from upstairs.
Every time I hear something my head whips around towards the
door. I know this may sound peculiar but it's happening. All I
can say is I am DEFINETLY sleeping in my moms room tonight!
Jillian
Author: Dennis Ambrose
Email:Topper691@(nospam)aol.com
The older I become the more I'm
beginning to believe that some spirits have always known each
other. It was the summer of 1993 when I met for the first time a
young medical secretary named JILLIAN. Our eyes first met in a
breathless silence. I know you but we never met before. She felt
the same way yet she had just moved to my area from out of state
just a few months ago. As time passed we became could friends but
JILLIAN had left a lot of personal problems behind in her life.
She was a beautiful young woman only half my age and I felt
helpless at times trying to give advice to someone that I knew in
time passing all things would work out. As beautiful as she was
JILLIAN could not keep a boyfriend for long. I could not
understand this problem at first until I realized that JILLIAN
had a drug problem also.
About six months past that I
did not see her when the strange dreams began of JILLIAN asking
me to come see her at the place she worked. At first I gave
little attention to the dreams until about the third dream
experience. This dream was of two large pumpkins in the middle of
a corn field. JILLIAN again would ask me to come to the place
where she worked. Three more nightly dreams took place before I
decided that something was wrong. JILLIAN was in trouble and I
had to go see her.
In AUGUST of 1994 I saw JILLIAN
at work. She looked beautiful and we spoke for a time.It had
lifted my spirit to see her but little did I know it was for the
last time. JILLIAN was killed in a car accident three weeks later
on SEPTEMBER 14 1994. When I went to her viewing there was two
large pumpkins by the steps as you entered. I had told a friend
three weeks earlier that the last time I saw JILLIAN she glowed
like an angel .
DENNIS AMBROSE
Josh's House
Author: Josh
Email:
Method41@(nospam)aol.com
Alright, here are a few
stories about my "ghostly experiences". More than
likely they won't scare you because the only reason they scared
me is because I experienced them first hand. I moved into my last
house when I was about 10 years old. I could always feel
something wierd about this house but nothing that couldn't be
explained happened the first year or two that I was there. Then
whenever my best friend and I would be there by ourself things
would begin to happen. Faucets would turn on, we would hear
footsteps going up and coming down the stairs, you know, the
usual "ghost" stuff. However, one day something
happened that really freaked me out. My best friend, another
friend of mine, and myself all three were in the house. We were
bored and decided to go somewhere on our bikes (we were probably
12 at the time) and were getting ready to go. I had to use the
bathroom so I used the one by the stairs (that we always hear
footsteps on) Whenever I was finished I opened the bathroom door
and happened to look through the crack between the hinges and I
saw a dark figure walking towards my living room. I didn't think
anything of it because I thought it was my friends. Then I yelled
out to them and heard someone running through my house saying
something that I couldn't understand. So I was like "Ha-ha
very funny" and I went out the front door. (About 10 feet
away from the bathroom) and both of my friends were standing
there asking me why I was yelling so then I told them what
happened and we hauled buns out of there.
This is just one of many ghost
stories that I have personally experienced and I have quite a few
more that my mom has just recently told me after I asked her if
she'd ever had any experiences. You can e-mail me if you want and
I'd be gland to tell you some of them if I have to time to. Also,
I can feel a presence in my new house too. I don't think it's
malicious because, as of yet, it hasn't tried to harm me. The
only mean thing it's done is chase me through the house once or
twice. I'm thinking of using a ouija board to talk to it, since I
can't see it I can only feel it, but I've heard you're not
supposed to use them alone. Of course, I've also heard that it
doesn't matter. If anyone can, please e-mail me with some advice
on it.
Thanks,
Josh (Method41@(nospam)aol.com)
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