Stories That Start with The Letter M

Since finding different anomalies on film from pictures taken at Maynard Mills a couple of strange things have happened. First off, let me explain that even though my first inkling that the employees at The Mill weren't coming into an uninhabited building, the pictures that were taken were the only proof. About a week or two ago, I had left my desk and was walking up a long corridor. On the left side of the corridor are cubicles and on the right side is a wall lined with tall cabinets. Behind this wall is the ladies room. As I walked I could've sworn I clearly heard a man's voice whisper 'hello.' This really freaked me out. I stopped and immediately looked towards the wall. The area that it seem to be coming from was a section of wall about 2 feet wide between two cabinets; just wide enough that a real person could stand in there. I have been wracking my brains out trying to figure out where the voice came from. Was it just a co-worker I heard and the sound echoed? It couldn't have been coming from the other side of the wall. That's where the ladies room is. Who it was or what it was, I may never know.

Today I had a different experience. I was sitting at my desk talking to a co-worker of mine when out of my peripheral vision I caught a brown object moving quickly just below the ceiling. I assumed it was a bird because where we don't have screens on the windows sometimes one will fly in. We've even had bats and squirrels on occasion. I turned to focus in on the object and it just disappearred. I'm not sure what it was. Being a chilly end to September here in Boston it is highly unlikely that any windows were open. Any ideas?

Military School Haunts

Name and Email witheld by request.

I went to a small, Southern military college, and rumors of ghosts haunting the campus and the city it is in are abundant. In my final semester I lived with three of my friends in a four man room. There was nothing strange about the room; nothing that made us feel uneasy about it, until one morning. One of my roommates woke up to tell us he saw something hovering above him in the middle of the night, and he was too scared to move. We just laughed at him and told him he needed new glasses.

The next morning he asked us if we heard the vanity mirror above our sink slam shut. Again, we told him it was his imagination. A couple of nights later, I was up late reading, and heard whispering and giggling. I figured one of my roommates was on the phone with his girl friend and didn't want to disturb us. That next morning I asked him why he stayed up so late talking to her, and he said he had been sound asleep the whole time. The other two said the same thing. None of them had a tendency of talking in their sleep, so I was spooked.

One night three of us were hanging out; the fourth left the room to study with a group in one of his classes. About fifteen minutes after he left, we heard a noise exactly like his chair scrapping across the floor, as if he was pushing it in his desk. We looked at each other and froze. I got up and looked at his desk, and no one was there. The room is not big enough for someone to sneak in and out without us knowing, and the sound was loud enough to where all of us heard it.

We started to do some investigating, and talked to some friends of ours who had been in the room the previous year. One of them wouldn't set foot in it again, and the others were hesitant to say anything to us. When they talked, they all said that the same type of stuff happened to them. Two of them even said they saw a ghost like figure standing in the room.

After being thoroughly spooked, one roommate, a devout Catholic, put up a picture of the Virgin Mary in the center of the room. After that, not much else happened, but none of us would stay too long in the room alone, especially at night.

The Mirror

Author: Steve

(taken by permission from The Astral Plane mailing list)

Here is a story told to me by my parents. It is about the first house they lived in so I was not there. However my mother told me the story and two years later I asked my dad about it and her confirmed that these events took place. Therefor I don't think they were pulling my leg or anything. Any way here is the story

When my parents first married they moved into a house in west Texas. For those of you not familiar with west Texas I'll explain. It's hot and flat. Kind of like a hard desert. No trees no hills just a whole bunch of nothing. This would be around 1949 or so. Anyway this house had a tin roof. At first they noticed just an uneasy feeling in the house and my mom felt like she was being watched. Especially when she was putting on her lipstick in the bathroom. The mirror was old and chipped in one spot and my mother said she always felt uncomfortable in there.

Later... late at night they would hear some kind of animal "drop" on the tin roof and hear "claws" run across. At first they believed that it was a lizard but my dad told that there were no trees nearby (so how could it drop?) and no tracks in the sand the next morning. (where di it go?) The roof noise happened on most nights and sometimes several times a night.

Then other things started to happen. Items were moved out of place and such with the biggest event being that they came home one day and every door and window was opened and every thing in the house was moved. Every piece of furniture and every piece of my mother's jewelry. Nothing broken or missing but everything and mean everything moved.

Now the end of the story is very interesting also. This also was confirmed by my father a couple years after my mother told the story and I asked him about it. One day as my mother was putting on lipstick in the bathroom and feeling like she was being watched. She looked at the mirror and than took her lipstick and covered up the chip in it. The feeling of being watched went away. Nothing ever moved in the house on it's own and the roof noise never happened again. My mother ordered my father never to wipe off the lipstick. They left it on the mirror when they moved out several (ghost free) months later.

Miss Bonnie's House

Author:Aubrey Johnston

Email:jjsbook@(nospam)sonetcom.com

When I came home for my father’s wedding last year, I took my husband to meet a good friend of mine; Bonnie. She reminds me of a Scarlet O’Hara, so I was always teasing her about being Miss Bonnie. We had driven 16 hours to get there, and arrived about ten in the morning. I had warned my husband, JJ that Bonnie’s house was peculiar. From talking with the Ouija board, we had learned that there were tow spirits, Norris and Betsy. He was to have murdered Betsy his daughter in the basement. JJ shrugged it off, saying that we were all exaggerating.

I had been to Bonnie’s many times, I was best friends with her daughter who was my age named Marcie. The house had a very creepy feeling to it that you could never put your finger on. For one thing, the house is covered in dolls. Every room has at least ten or more dolls in it. Some of them are just the most darling things, but some of them are so evil looking they give you the chills. Another thing is, Bonnie’s fascination with pictures of children. She has so many of them she can’t hang most of them. But the biggest thing is her basement. The first time I went over to the house, Marcie took me down there. There is such a feeling of evil when you first walk down the steps, it’s like someone is watching you. You can feel it, it is that strong! It was only Marcie and myself in the house, but we could hear footsteps walking above us! I had tears in my eyes I was so scared, but Marcie insisted I hadn’t seen everything until I saw the crawl space. It’s a very unusual crawl space. It’s about three feet wide and about two feet tall, but it starts half way up the wall, instead of being at ground level. And you can’t see anything in it at all, even during the day. I got the feeling that what ever it is, the crawl space is where it hides.

When we arrived at Bonnie’s, we had coffee and talked for about an hour about how we were both doing. And of course, the conversation turned to the house. Bonnie told JJ she was surprised that he didn’t seem disturbed by the house. He shrugged and told her that he didn’t feel anything. Her youngest daughter, Melissa, suggested that we break out the Ouija board to further convince my husband.

We started with just Melissa and I playing. The Ouija would just circle no matter what we asked it. After a few minutes, it settled over the letter "J" and circled faster and faster. My husband thought it was just Melissa and I out to scare him, he begged out of it by saying he was tired and lied down to take a nap. Bonnie and I were astounded. We had played the Ouija many times and never gotten such a dramatic response from it. It normally just spelled out cuss words and circled. So Bonnie decided she wanted to give it a try (Someone else has to ask the Ouija the questions, it never answers me) She asked it why it like JJ so much. The darn thing started pointing to where he was laying down! Bonnie and I looked up at each other and gasped. I was certain that it wasn’t Bonnie moving the pointer, we had both taken our fingers off of it and the thing would still circle for a few seconds!

We put the board away and told JJ what had happened while he had been asleep. The three of us were determined to make a believer out of him. Melissa and I took him down to the basement where he continued to say he felt nothing. I marched him right in front of the crawlspace, and with a courage I didn’t know I had, took the lighter out of my pocket and lit up the crawl space. The flame flickered and the three of us were hit by a blast of icy cold air. My husband turned pale, and admitted that he had felt it.

We all went back upstairs, and he sat down in the living room while I talked to Bonnie and told her what happened. The next thing I knew, JJ was shouting for me to come in the living room.

"Aubrey! I was looking in the television and saw a reflection of a man walk in, sit down beside me and look at me!"

The tears in his eyes and panic in his voice scared me. I high tailed it out of the living room with him hot on my heels. The five of us were all huddled in the dining room like children. No one spook, we just listened to the noises coming from the basement. The rustlings, the creaking. We were all scared out of our minds!

Once we had all calmed down, JJ began telling us of what he felt in the basement. He had felt the rush of cold wind, and he said it dawned on him what had happened.

"The crawl space. That’s where Betsy used to hide from him. He used to moleste her, and that was where she would run to hide. She ran down there one day and he got so angry. He dragged her out from the crawl space and killed her in the corner. He killed her behind the hot water heater, in the corner.."

Mobile Home Haunts

Author: ?

Email:foxdist@(nospam)hiwaay.net

This story happened in 1974 when I was only three years old. My parents and I had just moved to Chattanooga, TN. We moved a mobile home to a spot out in the country on top of a hill. The lot was all grown up and when my dad cleared it, right out of our back yard was an old graveyard. We got settled in and before long at all, my mom said they started hearing footsteps like a babies, running through the trailer. My bedroom was on the opposite end, and at first, believing the steps came from me, they would get off the couch and check on me, only to find me fast asleep. One night my cousins were visiting from Alabama and we were all young. My parents had just layed their heads down in bed and my mother opened her eyes only to see flames all around their bedroom. She nearly panicked as she shook my dad and yelled for him to get us kids from the other end of the trailer. He was confused because he didn't see flames and my mom kept yelling the trailer's on fire as she was grabbing clothes. My dad did get up but didn't smell smoke or see anything. and after she got her gown on, she noticed the flames were gone. My dad works cnstruction, and the next day on the job he was asking some men about the area he had moved into since we weren't from here and he ended up learning some things that he hid from me and my mom... A lady and her baby had burned in a trailer some years back in the exact lot that we had moved to. He didn't tell us because he didn't want to scare us, but things continued to happen. I was swinging out on my swing set one day and looked into the window at the back of the trailer and I saw a profile of a hooded figure in black standing inside the livingroom. I later asked my mom why she had on this black thing and she had no idea what I was talking about. ( I remember that profile to this day and I'm 27 now.) One final thing that happened before we finally just left the mobile home and fled was the day my dad was at work and my mom and I both heard a voice come over the stereo speaker on a stereo that wasn't on say " Die...Die..." My mom even went and got the lady from next door and brought her over to see if she could hear it and she did.. She left immediately. So did we.

Money From a Ghost?

Author:Joe

Email:jmoore@(nospam)oztech.com

My sister just moved in to her first home right before Christmas and she said that one day she was making dinner for her husband and daughter and she heard a loud thud aganist the wall. She walked into the living room to see what all the noise was about, but to her suprise she walked in the empty room to find a heat & air vent on the other side of the wall. She thought this was really strange because the hole where the vent was supposed to be was on the opposite side of the wall where the face of it lay-the point is that when she put the vent back on the wall- she noticed a small hip purse with $500.00 in it. When she went to find out who had lived in the home before her she found out that an older couple that lived there had stashed the money for unknown reasons-the thing that really scared me was that they died in the house.... Maybe they popped the vent off the wall????

The Minute Man

By Jennifer

In the early 1970's I had taken a trip to Arcadia National Park in Maine with my mother, grandmother, and younger sister. We were meeting other family members that were vacationing in a rented cabin. We were surrounded by rocky wilderness and not much else. The cabins' walls were so thin that I could see outside through the knot holes of the pine panels. The first night I shared a room with my mother. She was asleep on one side of the room and I was at he other. I woke up to the sounds of crows cawing. I looked up and there was a man standing in the room. He wore clothing from another era. He had on knickers and some kind of a jacket. He wore a tri-cornered hat above his longish gray hair. Being a young child I didn't think much about how weird it was that this total stranger had entered the bedroom. I remember speaking to him. I don't remember what I said now although he kept asking me if I knew where someone was. He had an odd accent (old English maybe?) and he seemed quite confused. He left as quickly as he came by walking through the closed door. During the day I asked the adults who this man was and they quickly dismissed it as a dream. In a recent conversation with my mother, we determined that I was probably about 3 or 4 when this happened.

Movie House One

Author: Jessica

Email: Westwood98@(nospam)Hotmail.com

Hello. I found your site today and I thought I should write this to you. I work for a major movie theater chain. One night I was at work with my fellow employee's and it was a very slow night. So we started talking about 'scary' stories we heard about while growing up. We had mention the 'girl and the green ribbon', 'Bloody Mary' stories, soon we started to talk about things that happened to us. When everyone was done sharing they asked me," So what happened to you that was scary?" I laughed and asked them," First what [movie] house gives you the willies?" (Now I was working the box office, my supervisor and usher were sitting with me, but Estell, the consessionest was working. And hadn't heard a thing.) My supervisor said," House 3, because the lights are not always working right. John, the usher said," House 2 because the room always seems to make noises only when I'm in there alone." Then I told them my story.

House One: On the day that our whole staff was required to work maintaince, I had shown up twenty minutes early and I decied to take a stroll through the houses. I started in house 4 and worked back. I would open the doors and turned on our lights. When I opened the doors to House One, turn on the lights and I saw someone standing at the end of the aisle. I thought that it was one of my co-workers, but when I started down the aisle, I started to get scared. Not like, who is that??, but oh-my-god-scared!!! The area that I thought I saw the person was dark. The light didn't go pass that area, and as I got more into the dark, the more I got scared. Finally, I turned and ran. I never ran that fast in my life. Then on, I don't ever go in there alone.

They all sat there and was a little shocked, at aghed and suprised. Then our manager came in and scared us to death. After we stopped the nervous laugher we went and helped Estell with the consession stand. She asked us what we were talking about, and we told here about the stories. Then, I asked her the same question that I asked the others. "What house do you have a problem with?" She stopped and said," House 1." We all stopped and looked at her. Then I asked,"What part?"

"The front left part. When we had to come and work last Saturday, I was to clean the area by the EXIT door and I couldn't go past the dark patch. So I didn't do it. Weird, huh?"

"No. That is not weird at all," I told her.

The others stared at us. All of us didn't talk for the rest of the night. Just worked in silence. We haven't talked about it since.

Any questions? Or wish to comment. Write at Westwood98@Hotmail.com

Jessica P.
Mesa, Arizona

Moving Pictures

Author: Ales Dvorak

Email: dvorak1@(nospam)flash.net

Thats a very interesting photo, particularly for me because I am an avid collector of old photographs, cabinet cards and things of that sort. To the left side of his head it seems as if there is a symetrical face which smiles very neatly for the camera(a mischevious spirit?) by his hand is what appears to possibly be a vortex, but it could also be a power cord of some sort. I will make sure to look more closely at old photos whenever I accuire them. Heres One strange thing which happened to me with these very old photos. One night before I went to sleep I was thinking about several boxfuls which I had just accuired, mainly just cabinet cards from the 1880s, I put several stacks of these on my long dresser which was just across from my bed, these were the first ones I planned to sort out in the morning, I would say there were about 8 stacks there. Well I could hardly make the stacks out in the darkness, but I looked in that general direction. I excitedly thought of some of the images I might find, and got to thinking about some of the ones I just managed to get a glance at (since I bought them home in the evening) I thought of one in particular, it was of two twin boys both about seven or eight years of age and it had no markings or anything on it. Right when I got to thinking of this image a frightning thing happened, all of the stacks which were piled up on the dresser were violently and loudly thrown out in all directions, and the boxes were simply knocked over, these were next to the dresser. As you might imagine this scared me half to death, and I clearly recall gasping for air, and running to the doorway to switch on the light. I knew that the wind could not have done this, the windows were open, but the photos were thrown clear across the room, no wind or draft could throw these fairly heavy cabinet cards that far, nor the even heavier boxes.Plus the door was closed, so noone was in the room. I was a bit frightened after flipping the lights on, and stood there looking around for a bit before going back to gather up the photos which were thrown out in all directions, like a tornado went through or something, thats what I thought it looked like. I figure it was about 11:00 by the time I cleaned it all up, they were thrown about at about 10:25. My mum came out from her room down the hall, and asked me what all that noise was, after I cleaned all the things up, I told her that some of my photos fell and that I was gathering them up, she told me it sounded like I was throwing things and went back to sleep. I went back to sleep too, but I put all of those photos back in the box, and put the box out into the hall while turning on the radio loud enough so that I could hear it, otherwise the stillness would surly drive me crazy. Nothing else has happened since then and I still have the photo of the twins. The day after this incident I was cataloging the photos, and when I came to the one of the twins, a really strange feeling came over me. There are two lads both about seven or eight like I mentioned, and they both wear oversized bows and dark jackets, and their facial features are the same ( which leads me to believe they are twins, but maybe they are not) and they both have a really contented look to their faces. Another thing is that they were not in the stacks of photos which I had on the dresser. So theres my story for you.

My Childhood Home

Author:Liza

Email:SetsunaM1@(nospam)aol.com

This isn't going to be a horrifying story, but it's a true one. The house where I lived from the time I was a baby until I was twelve was built on land that was once part of a farm. The farmhouse stood directly across the street from where my family lived. I didn't notice anything strange until I was about six. I was sitting in my parents' room watching cartoons one Saturday morning. I looked out into the hallway and saw a figure leaning against the wall. It was brownish in color, very tall, and resembled a man. It remained there a few seconds and then slowly evaporated.

I never saw the apparition again, but I did feel it's presence quite often. Everytime I went into my parents' room, I could sense that something was watching me. Things would disappear often, only to reappear in strange places. For example, hairbrushes would end up in the oven, books would be found in the coat closet. But the spookiest event occurred a few weeks before we moved. I was sitting around the den we had in the basement. I clearly heard a man's voice call my name. It sounded so close, he could of been in the room with me. I didn't recognize the voice, but I called up to my father, thinking it might have been him. My mom told me he wasn't home.

My Friend's Goodbye

Author:Joan Wong

Email:Joan1978@(nospam)hotmail.com

I was 14 turning 15 in a new school. Actually, it was already my 3rd school. It's not that I'm a loser or anything like that, it's just that my parents want me to be in a really good school (but I must admit, I liked the first one better had we not moved to another place). Anyway, I still don't know a lot of people from my class so I barely hang out in the halls and chat. I usually come to school real early with only the other early students who come to school as my comapnions.

There was this guy from my class who also came in early and from all the convos that I've heard, he's one of those notorious students who pisses off teachers easily and doesn't really do well in class. Let's just call him "Angelo" (may his soul rest in peace).

Anyway, I became instantly popular in the classroom as well as in school because of what they say is that I've got an "American accent" considering that I live in the Philippines. So as you might guess, when I go to school early in the morning and whenever Angelo comes before me, he always greets me with "Good Morning, Joan" which is really very nice of him.

I've only known him for like 4 - 6 weeks and the day came when the Bocaue fiesta was to be celebrated. To all you people who has no idea about this, I'll explain it in a sec. Alrighty, in that fiesta there was this so called fluvial parade in the Bocaue River where a Pagoda (boat-like thing...mind you...this idea was also new to me by that time) sets sail (well sorta) on the river and in it are all those people who made a vow to ride in the Pagoda every fiesta to have their wish granted. This fiesta is a religious celebration really because most Filipinos are Catholics. Okay, so in that boat was my friend Angelo accompanying his grandfather who was one of those who made a vow to ride in the pagoda every fiesta.

The day the pagoda was running through the river, it was pitch black because of the black out we usually had back then. The Pagoda used a generator to supply light and power to be able to move through the river. But then....screams were started to be heard. The generator exploded and everything went dark again. The Pagoda was starting to sink and everyone was trying to swim to the edge of the river to save their lives. The others who don't know how to swim instantly died of drowning but to those who were wise enough started to gape the others who knew how to swim to be able to stay afloat. Needless to say, the ones who knew how to swim weren't necessarily able to escape themselves from drowning. One of them who knew how to swim was my friend and he made it to the edge of the river.....but then he remembered his grandfather who was with him. He went back to the river and tried to look for his grandfather. Unfortunately the pressure of all the people trying to clung to him was enough to send him down with them in river. Angelo's name was one of the names listed in the fatalities of that Pagoda tragedy the next day. It was such a sad news for all who knew him well enough.

Now here comes the eerie part. Because of the tragedy (500 people or so died from that.....reports say it was due to overloading that's why it sank). Alrighty, our classes was postponed for a week and during that week when you go to Bocaue all you see is black because of the black thingys they hang on the houses of those who have a loved one who died in the tragedy. Before I drift off again, let me tell this now or you might get bored. When we got back to school, some of his closest friends talked about him and a topic was opened on how a classmate of ours had a dream about him.....sorta like just saying good-bye to her. We also found out that she wasn't the only one who had that experience. Others had it too. After a day or two, I thought he would visit me too to say good-bye but he didn't and then the day finally came. I actually received two visits from him. The first was when I arrived home from school (I'm the only one at home coz my mum works and my dad's working overseas and my li'l bro's playing with his friends outside somewhere), I immediately went to the toilet to pee (sorry about the word but that's what happened). As I got out from the toilet I heard a voice from upstairs calling me by my name. I knew it was strange coz at home no one ever called me Joan but that voice did (my mum calls me "nak", tagalog term for child, or Ann which is my nickname and my bro calls me "ate" which is a name connected to your real name when you're a female and older than your other siblings). Okay then, I heard the voice first time and it got me thinking. Second time, I looked up the stairs and no one was there. Third time, I figured out who the voice was from and even actually had the guts to talk to him and say thank you for visiting me and hoping that his soul rest in peace (pretty brave of me, huh?). The second visit was at the same time after school and I was the only one at home again. Every window was closed as well as the door because I turned on the stereo component. I closed the windows so I wouldn't bother the neighbors really, although I left one window in the kitchen a bit open to let some wind come in. Just in front of the window was a plastic flower plant we had for dispaly in the kitchen (let that just be on your mind for a sec and you'll find out what is its importance). As I was sitting on the center table trying to get the right station...an extremely cold and chilling wind passed through behind my back and it even stayed there for a couple of minutes and the song "Bed of Roses" was playing on the radio station I chose. It got me goosebumps really because as you know....there was no window open except for that window in the kitchen that I left a bit open. More so, I took a peep at it to see if the plastic flower plant moved to see if there was really any wind that came in. Guess what? It wasn't moving!!! The song playing on the radio that time too was Angelo's favorite song. When the song ended, the cold, chilly wind was gone and I reckon that it was my friend saying good-bye to me for the last time. What do you reckon???

My Haunted Home

Author:Debra

Email:dkp4@(nospam)juno.com

When the hall door slammed shut, our puzzled eyes were answered with "It's just the wind." We grew familiar with that sound.

While young our parents tell us there are no such things as ghosts, monsters, or boogie men. They LIED! I guess it's their way of protecting the young ones from things that go bump in the night. I grew up in a haunted house. I am the oldest of 5 children and now at the age of 41, I tell my children, "Yes, there are ghosts, monsters and boogie men." Why would I lie?

The chronological order of happenings I can't recall. What I can say is that each member of my family has their own stories of things that they felt, saw and heard. My first memory of strange happenings (other than the hall door slamming shut regularly) was the first night I slept in my new bedroom. You see, we had outgrown our house and my father added an upstairs that gave us 2 extra bedrooms and a large livingroom. This addition was finished in 1968 and I was the age of 12. I had not completely moved into the room, my closet still had empty coat hangers. The closet doors were sliding doors running on a track on the floor. So when one was opened fully it slid in behind the other. On this night both doors were shut except for the left door being opened about 4 inches. I was in bed, lights out and heard the empty coat hangers clanging together like someone had taken their hand and gently brushed them just enough to make them sing. This scared me and I ran into the other bedroom which at the time my parents occupied. I did not wake them, but curled up on the floor at the end of their bed and went to sleep. I was safe there. This episode could have been explained by a breeze or wind coming through the window, but my bedroom only had one window and it was near the ceiling and measured roughly 24 inches high and 40 inches wide. Dad had never installed central air or window units in that part of the house and summers used to be miserably hot due to NO BREEZE.

The most traumatizing event happened to my brother and I and at the time he was around the age of 9 and I was 14. My two brothers had moved into the bedroom upstairs that my parents had at one time slept in. It was very hot this night and they had decided to make a pallet out in the livingroom on the floor. I had decided to sleep in their room because there were two windows and hopefully would get a faint breeze. My brother closest to me in age had already fallen asleep, and I was in bed trying to sleep with great difficulty. All of a sudden I heard this breathing coming from the livingroom. It sounded as if someone was having a hard time catching their breath, but there was a spookiness to it too. I told my younger brother "O.K., you're not scaring me." And the next thing I know he's running and jumping into bed with me saying "Debbie that's not me!" We both lay there listening to it, and it stops. Then starts again but only it's not in the livingroom anymore it's in the bedroom with us! It was much louder and we were terrified. We decided to make a run for it and ran downstairs leaving our other brother there still asleep on the floor. Once we got downstairs I dove in on the couch and my brother I do believe was trying to crawl under the couch and he looked to the hallway where we had just come from and started to scream and I then screamed. He had seen something trying to take a form and was forming into a person. He said it looked like a bunch of fireflies swarming around. Well, all the screaming woke my dad up. And I remember to this day it was the first time I had ever seen my dad in his underwear. They seemed to glow. He had thought someone had broken into the house because we were so tore up. I don't think he realized that we hadn't seen someone, we had heard something. Something that we knew was very wrong. I don't remember how long it was before we had the courage to sleep back upstairs again. And the brother we left on the floor never woke up until we started screaming. This spirit I shall call it I believe to be a male. Why I don't know. This is the one that tormented my brother that was with me that night. Not to the point to where it would touch him, but messed with him mentally. And he nearly had a nervous breakdown over it. To this day he gets choked up talking about it. He had gone over to a friends to spend the night one time and it followed him there. He heard the breathing and his friends mother got the bible out and started reading it aloud and it stopped. Once he was in my bedroom listening to the headphones, and a little black pot I had hanging from a chain was twirling round and round, spilling dirt all over. He would sleep with the headphones on at night just so that he wouldn't be laying there waiting for it to come. His girlfriend (now his wife) heard it at one time too. I guess she thought he was crazy until she did. They were home during the day. Must have been skipping school. The breathing started and my brother made her stand at the hallway and listen. He says that it came downstairs and seemed like the whole house was filled with the sound. I recall one night my two brothers had a few kids over from the church spending the night and all was quiet, everyone in bed except the boys of course. They thought they would sneak downstairs for a snack. I can see them creeping into the kitchen toward the light switch and just as they turned the light on, all the pots and pans that were hanging on the wall jumped off and went into the floor. Of course this wakes mom and dad up.

Coming home from school, sometimes we would just stay outside waiting for mom or dad to come home from work. Not wanting to be inside alone. After I got into High School I brought a girlfriend home with me. We had gotten out early, so the younger kids weren't home. We were in my room, she had the headphones on sitting on my bed with her back against the wall and facing the door. My back was to the door and I looked at her, her eyes we wide open with a frightened stare in them. I knew without asking that she had seen something. She said it was a man in a gray suit walking from the ledge (which had about a ft. drop) toward the other side of the livingroom. I had to take her home right afterwards and we weren't friends long after that. Guess she couldn't handle it.

I remember at Christmas one year we were all in the downstairs livingroom watching TV and heard something break in the hallway. We got up and there was a glass Christmas tree ornament broken. Like someone had taken it off the tree and thrown it. My mother has felt animals jump up on her bed at night while trying to sleep. And Dad never allowed animals in the house, this was against the law.

My youngest brother still living at home to this day was on the phone once with his girlfriend, and handling a knife. He accidently cut himself and told her to hold on while he went downstairs to the bathroom. (He had taken over my old room) He put the receiver down on the bed and went downstairs, when he came back she asked him who was there with him because someone had gotten on the phone and said "Don't worry about him, he's alive" He's seen a man step off the steps going toward the basement door. And while walking upstairs has seen balls of light at the top. Not so long ago, he was in bed and heard a loud knocking at the front door. He gets up and goes to the door and no one is there. He wasn't dreaming because the dog which was in the house (Dad has mellowed out about animals over the years) was at the door looking at it. He went back to bed and no sooner that he laid back down, there it was again. But, no one there. Two summers ago, he and I were watching TV, all of a sudden the TV clicks off, we both look at each other, then it clicks back on again. My mother on several occasions while washing dishes has had the feeling that someone was standing behind her. And my sister while on a visit up there recently was pouring herself a cup of coffee, saw a shadow of someone behind her on the wall. She and her girlfriend (my younger brothers girlfriend that heard the voice on the phone) had come home one night thinking my brother was there. Lori went upstairs to my brothers room (my old room) and opened the door. The light was off and not wanting to turn it on in his eyes, she went on in hearing him roll over in the bed, she sat down on the edge but found he wasn't there. No one was. She immediately ran downstairs and my sister knew by the look on her face that something had happened, about the time she came through the hallway, all the lights in the house went off and they ran outside. Finding they had left the car keys on the end table they had to go back in, as soon as they opened the front door to go in the lights came back on.

Now my mother, she's one who will explain things away, but not so much anymore. I guess it was her way of being able to live there. She said she never felt threatened and I don't recall anyone ever feeling that way with exception of Ronnie to whom the breathing spirit seemed to attach himself to. About a year ago, she was at home alone and had the dog in the downstairs livingroom. She was lying on the couch watching TV and the dog was lying on the floor next to her. He starts with a low gravely growl looking toward the kitchen, and then sits up getting upset at something in there. Mom went into the kitchen with him and after he saw there was nothing there he settled down. But mom said after that he lay to where he could see in there just watching. Back when I was young, I had been left at home on Wednesday night with my younger sister while everyone had gone to church. I was sitting in the floor watching TV and had my back to the kitchen door, my sister was standing between my legs facing the kitchen. She started pointing toward the kitchen saying "Look, mama." After she got older she was sitting at the kitchen table eating soup and crackers, had her elbow on the table holding a cracker up and something pulled on her cracker trying to pull it out of her hand.

While my brothers slept in the room next to mine upstairs there was a time period to where every time I went to bed to sleep, a picture of a rifle would come into my head. It was a lever action Winchester. I don't recall how long this went on, but one afternoon I walked into my brothers bedroom, he was sitting on the bed. He must have been a little older at this time to be able to have a rifle leaning in the corner. But I told him that I had been having bad feelings about a rifle and he put it up. After he did this the visions were gone and never came back. We had a young sibling at home at this time. I've always believed that something or someone was giving me a warning and had I not taken it seriously, something dreadful could have happened.

My mother and father divorced at one point and mother remarried. Her second husband was asleep one night upstairs and was awakened for some reason to see two men at the foot of the bed. He said they looked like two soldiers in grey, walking, turning and walking back toward each other. They noticed him, stopped and bent over the bed and looked at mother who was asleep, he took a swing at them and they disappeared.

The most recent things happening, my mother was in the basement getting clothes out of the dryer and an empty box (heavy one that a vacuum cleaner had come in) started rocking back and forth. She never took her eyes off of it and called for my brother. Before he got there it stopped and he looked inside thinking it might be a mouse but there was no mouse and mother never saw one run out. She never took her eyes off of it. Mom and dad have heard loud crashes and investigated but never found anything. My Aunt now living there has heard people walking around upstairs as well as my mother. My Aunt has even heard someone call her name. I was on the phone with my sister one day and a figurine fell off the mantle. It usually set back and not on the edge. Something had to move it. My nephew was upstairs one day and went into the bedroom to get his toy turtle, my sister had been waiting for him at the ledge because he was too small to go up and down the stairs alone. There was a loud smack or pop in the room and he comes running out very scared. I spent the night with my two kids one night last spring because there were tornado warning out. No one else was home except my younger brother. I made the kids a bed on the floor downstairs and I slept on the couch. The hall door had been shut when we went to bed and just before I went to sleep I heard the hall door open. I didn't look to see if it was Tony or not, just assumed. I asked him the next morning why he got up and opened the hall door and he said that he hadn't. The kids were asleep.

My parents reunited two years ago and since then Dad has been back home he's had a few things happen to him. He had come in from work one day during the summer, and had shut the hall door fixing to turn the air conditioner on so that the house would be cool when mother came home. He looked at the clock and decided that it was a little early to do this because the air conditioner would freeze up. He left the hall door shut and went into the bathroom. While there he heard the hall door open and close. He didn't think much of this thinking it was one of my brothers coming in from work. When he came out, he looked through the house but no one to be found.

These are just some of the things I can recall. I have had other experiences of the paranormal outside of my home that I grew up in as well as my brother Ronnie who was with me the first night we heard the breathing. We have asked Dad when he built the house if he used old lumber from an old house or dug up any skeletons since he dug the foundation himself and did all the work on the house. There are several houses in our neighborhood who have a history of haunts, 4 that I know of and that includes ours. Dad says there is an old graveyard at the corner of the neighborhood.

Now that grandchildren are visiting the house and a few are coming into puberty it seems that things are beginning to happen much more frequently. Could it be that whatever it is gets the energy from young ones to do their mischief? During the time period when the breathing spirit was active, my mother was watching a talk show with two psychics and they were taking calls. Mother called and they told her that it sounded like poltergeist activity.

To this date I still don't like being up there alone. Always get the creeps when I walk in and no one is home. I try to avoid it. There are times when opening the hall door to go upstairs I get a creepy feeling. I can most times shake it off and when I can't I just leave. The breathing hasn't been heard for years. But in the back of my mind I can't help but think that he's just hanging out, waiting for the right person to come along to have enough energy to re-emerge. I hope this never happens. Maybe he's gone. The active spirit that's there now doesn't seem to want to scare you like the breather did. Over the years it's presence, however slight, has come to be accepted. But it still un-nerves you when you hear that hall door slam.

My Mother's House

Author:Char

Email: charchar@(nospam)penn.com

I lived in with my mom and my step father until 7 yrs ago. When we bought the house the realtor told us that the house was built around 1920 by a man that raised three daughters in the house. It was the first house built on the street. Although it wasn't a street then. Anyways the three daughter grew up. One got married and the other two remained single. One of the single sisters moved out and the third one stayed in the house with her parents. When the parents died she remained at the house alone. Well in 1987 she died. They told us that she died in hospital but my mom and I don't believe this.

Soon after we moved in, my mom and I started to here things and things would be moved on us. My step father never witnessed any of this because it would never happen if he was home. He drove a truck and was on the road alot. The first things we noticed were that we would come into the house and hang our coats on the halltree and lay our purses on the floor beside it. When we would go in the hall to get them just minutes later our purses would be gone. After looking for them, thinking that we left it somewhere else, we would find them in the most unusal places (in the dryer or in a spare bedroom). This went on for a while but we never go frightened.

There is a room upstairs that when we would go into it, it would feel ice cold and you just felt strange like uncomfortable. Even my stepfather felt that but being a man he said it needs to be insulated and better windows. Typical huh? Even today it still feels that way and as you read on you will see that it shouldn't in my opinion.

One evening my mom and I were watching TV down stairs when I decided to go up to bed. (Now I was 16 or 17 at the time so I know it was not my imagination as people have told me and my mother.) I just had laid down in my water bed and started to drift off when I heard this noise like someone was moving furniture. It rattled my bed, it was so loud and heavy sounding. I jumped out of bed thinking why would mom be moving furniture at this time of night. As I came out of my room my mom was coming up the stairs. She asked me what I was doing up stairs. She thought that I was moving something. I went back down stairs scared to death. No one else on the street heard this or felt this. We slept down stairs from then on when my stepfather was gone. My stepfather died 7 years ago and since his death (which was in the house) nothing has happened. We think he took the ghost with him to have peace.

My Mother's Story

Author: Kelly-Marie

Email:Teddie@(nospam)InfoAve.Net

My mother has told me on several occasions that she received a strange call from her mother( my grandma) at about 1 or 2 pm letting her know that everything was okay with her; my mom found out later that day that my grandma had died at about 11 or 12 that morning. How could she have called my mom if she was dead? Ghostly experience through phones kind of like the static you and your family heard when your grandma passed. My mom said that some how she knew that her mom was dead and all right as she hung up the phone. I have always felt that that was extremely odd.

Thanks, Kelly-Marie Stephenson

My Parents House

Author: Kelly

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

My mother, brother, and I all believe the house my parents currently live in is haunted. My brother has seen several apparitions of a dark, little man in the formal living room. My mom often feels as though someone were watching her, esp. when my brother is around. She believes that my grandfather -- on my dad's side -- has come back to see his grandchildren, esp. my brother. (Grandpa died before my brother was born and J. only boy to pass on the family name.) My mom thinks he comes to check up on J.

However, I feel a bit differently about this ghost. I don't think it's good at all. I don't feel my grandpa in any bit of it. My old room, now J.'s, is the largest in the house. When I used to have it, the bed was diagonally across from the doorway. I tried to have it on the same wall as the door, but I was too scared to keep it that way. (My mom rearranged it for J. and his bed is by the door.) I always felt as though something was in the corner where the door opened. To this day, I get chills when I walk through that door or stand near the corner. I will no longer sleep alone in that room and I definately won't sleep with my back to the door.

The scariest thing occurred my the summer between my Junior/Senior year of college. My mom gave me my old room for the summer and J. was sleeping in the room next door. Anyway, I went to bed about 1:30/2 am -- we're all night people! -- and couldn't wait to go to sleep. I had rearranged the room so that the top of bed was in the corner opposite the doorway. That way I could sleep facing the door (a very big thing with me.) I had been home for about two weeks and hadn't felt anything at all from the corner. I went into to my room, changed, and climbed into bed. I was so tired and my guard was down, so I flipped over on my right side facing the wall to fall asleep. Not two seconds later I felt a cold hand on my left shoulder and someone breathing cold air into my left ear. I flipped over, seeing nothing, and ran out of the room with my heart pounding. It scared the hell out of me.I couldn't sleep in that room for most of the summer.

My mom and brother claim it isn't bad just mischievious. I don't agree.

The Mystery Christmas Ball

Author: Scot Dence

Email: skd798@(nospam)webtv.net

About ten years ago my neighbor returned home from work one afternoon and found a brown paper bag on her dining room table. She opened the bag and found a norman rockwell christmas ball in it with the year 1982 on it. She called her mother to ask her if she had dropped it off but she knew nothing of it. She then brought it to my house and asked my mother if it belonged to her, it did'nt. My mother told her that the older lady who had owned the house before them collected these same christmas balls. My mother asked her to see the christmas ball, she saw the year on the ball and told my neighbor that was the same year the woman had passed away. To this day we do not know where the christmas ball came from.

Scot Dence
Philadelphia, Pa.

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