Stories That Begin with The Letter P

Paranormal Experiences
Phantom Horse
Pioneer Ghost
Poolhouse Ghost
Puma Ghost.

I am a fond believer of ghosts. I've had a few experiences in my life that I have shared with my parents, and to my suprise, they believed me. Here are a few of my stories.

My dad is absolutely terrified of witches. Well, when I was about five we lived in my grandmothers house (while she was living in New Mexico) and let me say anyone who has spent more than a night in this house has had a paranormal experience. Anyways, there is a house that is "haunted" next to my grandma's house where supposebly a witch, named Sara lived. My dad has seen pictures of this woman and said she is fairly beautiful. One night my dad told me he had a dream of Sara the witch laughing at him because of a weakness he had. I remember having a similar dream but I was outside the house at night (in my dream) and I couldn't get in. There was a woman sitting on the roof of our house laughing at me. When my dad described her I nearly choked. She has long straight blonde hair, she is tall and skinny and also very fairskinned and pretty. I just think it is odd that me and my dad shared such an experience.

My next story is about some strange things that have happened in our house. Whenever I spend the night anywhere, my parents tell me they see a girl who looks like me only she is about 10 and right now I am sixteen. They only see her from the corner of their eyes and she only passes by. One day I was in the bathroom and I thought I saw me looking at me, only younger. She disappeared quickly. I got the chills and then I walked out of the bathroom only to hear a loud whisper "Reyna!" I screamed real loud then ran to my dad and told him. I was crying and my heart was beating rapidly. My dad was laughing cause he could definitely feel my heart but they believed my story and we haven't experienced anything odd recently.

My last story is kinda sad. My grandpa died before I was born and my dad warned him if he didn't stop drinking that he would never live to see his kids. My grandpa promised he would, buy unfortunately died before I was born. One year I heard all the wonderful stories of my late grandpa. I had wished that I could have the chance to know him. Soon I had a weird dream that my grandpa came to visit me real late at night. He asked me where I wanted to go and promised he'd take me anywhere. We went to mc Donald's, and the air base, and other places. I noticed he was holding my wrist very tight. When it came to the end he told me he had to leave. I understood what he meant but I did not want him to go. When I woke up I notice a small pain in my left wrist that proved I had been visited by my late grandfather. But that isn't the end. One Xmas, I was terribly sick and could not make it to the family get together. I felt a breeze on my neck; very soothing and in an hour felt better. I went to my grandma's house and felt the little pain in my wrist.

Phantom Horse

Email:flowers1@(nospam)mill.tds.net

Hey, I have a weird, actually a couple of wierd stories to tell you. The first one is called phantom horse. This happened in my woods, at about 8 at night in the summer. Me and my friend Angie were walking back there, it is like a mile back until we get to a farmers field and we walked all the way there. We stopped at an orchard and we heard a horse. We looked around and at the end of the orchard we saw the bottom half of a horses right front leg. Then we haw the whole horse, it was black with red eyes. It saw us and chased us until we got to the path that goes around my woods. It refused to go on the path. It was the size of one and a half thoroughbred horses-about 9 feet at the shoulders. Another one-the deer hunter it's called. I was bow hunting in November, 98 about 6 at night and behind me I heard a horse. Pretty soon I started to hear wagon wheels, gun shots, footsteps and the whole kittenkaboodle, everything that you would expect a war to sound like, I heard it. I ran the way back-with my bow in my hand loaded and I saw the horse tracks and wagon tracks. The horses must have been the size of the clydesdales-the Budwieser horses-and I followed then until I got to a log where it started.

A different story-Me and Angie were walking in my woods and we walked through a time portal and were trapped in it for more than 6 hours. One more. I walk in my woods alot with my dog, Jock, a Shetland Sheepdog and we were being followed by huge wolves, I mean wolves the size of an irish wolfhound, and they were invisible.

One last one-me and my mom were in the ouse alone and we heard 3 thumps at a time for the best time of 1 hour. 3 thumps every 15 minutes. We have also heard knocking at doors, windows, walls, ceilings, and on our crawlspace's wooden doors.

Pioneer Ghost

Email:bwillco@(no spam)home.com

I was in my parents room reading a book and watching t.v. but I got really tired so I fell asleep. About 10 minutes later I woke up. I heard a noise and when I looked over to the door of my parents washroom I saw a ghost. She looked like a pioneer. There was also a little boy with her so a few days later I went down to my library and saw that there used to be a farm on my lot in the early 1900's. And that is not all. The lady I saw was a nanny for the little boy she was with. She was having an afair with her boss and when his wife found out that they were sleeping together, the nanny couldn't handle the pressure so she jumped out of a window on Jan. 16; the same day I saw the ghost. I haven't seen her since . I know that this sounds very phony but it is all true! Oh ya, there is one other thing I forgot to mention. Her name was Millie Collerson, the same last name as me.

Poolhouse Ghost

Author:Naomi

Email:Simwombat@(nospam)aol.com

I hope you'll be interested in this story. It happened when I was about thirteen, with my best friend, Tasha. It was a beautiful day in the summer, and we were playing in her big backyard, where there was a pool and pool house which were enclosed within a chain linked fence. Anyway, we were playing in the yard with some dolls(we told eachother we felt like reminiscing our childhood-though secretly, we still both liked playing with them) and Tasha said she had to go to the bathroom. I wanted to go with her, because I hate being left alone, but I didn't want to be a baby, so I stayed behind. Anyway, soon after she left, I turned toward the pool house, and through the corner of my eye, I saw someone walk into the pool house. I thought it was my friend's next door neighbor(another friend of mine), Sarah, so I went to say hi. However, when I walked into the pool house, no one was there! I felt really freaked out, so I ran inside to tell my friend. Not long after that, Tasha told me that one night, she was asleep in her bed, and her grandmother was sleeping on a couch on the other side of the room. She opened her eyes in the middle of the night, looked to the foot of her bed, and saw a white light glowing. She said it was in the shape of a woman, and that it looked like our friend, Sarah! She said that she wasn't afraid, that she felt a kindess coming out of the spirit. Then, all of a sudden, the spirit became smaller, and turned into a ball of white, and floated out of the open window!! Strange, huh? Tasha also told me that when her mother was a girl, she slept in the same room, and that when she was upset(which was often, for the family had alot of problems) and crying, water would spray on her from the tops of the walls, and it would make her laugh. Tasha's mother told her that sheknew there was a spirit in her room, who she thought was a man, and who watched over her. There are other things that I have experienced, but that's for another day.

Face To Face: Puma Ghost?

Author: Mike

Email:PhantasmD@(nospam)aol.com

When I was much younger, I lived in Sandwich, Massachusetts. It was a little town with not much of an atmosphere whatsoever. I usually describe it now as being stuck in the 60's, since when I lived there, everything was closed on Sundays, there were large shopping areas, the roads were one laned and the houses had huge lawns. Things like this you don't usually see nowadays (at least not in northern Virginia, where I live now).

Anyway, one night my parents went to visit a friend of my father's. This friend was a young, single man who owned a large house that he lived alone in with his small dog. While my parents and this friend were talking in his living room, I got real bored. I was six or so. I was not allowed to bring any toys or books to keep me occupied, and the conversations of the adults was so dull I left the room.

Most of the house was dark, but there was enough light to see the stairs leading upstairs. Seeing a chance for fun, I ran up the stairs and slid down again on my butt as I did at home. Run up, slide down, run up, slide down. I did this for who knows how long, but, again, I grew antsy. After climbing the stairs, I decided to look around. The upstairs was almost completely black, so I had to feel my way down the hall.

I felt myself come to a doorway, and looked in. It was completely dark; I couldn't tell if the room was a bathroom or bedroom or what, so I passed it by. I came to another room, and looked in. THAT's when I got the shock.

In the blackness of the room, I saw these two eyes staring at me. I knew the guy who owned the house had a dog, but it was downstairs, and these eyes were too big (the size of quarters), too high off the ground (they were at least two feet off the floor) and cat-like (yellow with slitted pupils). I stood there for a few seconds, but then it hit me: the eyes were slowly moving closer. The movement was smooth, no bobbing. The eyes stopped about a foot away and stared for a few moments. Then they got wider, as if their owner suddenly realized something. I bolted, running back down the stairs and clung to my mother for the rest of the night, keeping my own eyes on the staircase, in case the cat eyes appeared.

Even now, I'm surprised I didn't mess myself.

Upon reflection when I was older, I don't recall seeing a body or head, just the eyes. Nor do I recall seeing the eyes as orbs; just the front part, as if looking at a person's face. There were no smells, no sounds, and no light other than that of the eyes. There was no glow, but there was enough of a luminescence from the eyes to SEE the eyes. At one time, I dismissed the incident as a run in with a mountain lion or something normal like that, which had gotten trapped inside. But the family friend who owned the house was still there the next day (and so was his mountain lion snack of a little dog).

I hope you enjoied the story. It creeped me out all over again just writing it as it is true and I remember a good amount of detail despite it having been almost 20 years ago. A second story will appear shortly, but I have to find the time to write it. By the way, yes, I know its kind of ironic that "Phantasm" is used as part of my America Online screen name, but it is not because of my ghostly encounters, nor is it because of the 'Phantasm' movie(s). I just wanted to be different and it took 20 minutes to get something accepted by AOL. :)

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