Stories That Begin with
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School Spectres
Seven Barns
The Sight
Someone in The House
Spousal Love Forever
The Spirit That Never Forgot
School Spectres
Author:Sarah
Email:reception@(nospame)manloft.co.uk
I just thought that I'd share
some of my own ghostly experiences - and believe me, there have
been a few. I'm English, and from the age of 9 I attended an
all-girls boarding school in the North-West of England. I don't
want to go into too many details, as I don't want to worry any of
the pupils now there.
The school was made up of three
large Victorian mansions - all were once family homes - set in
the hillside, about a mile/mile and half apart. One housed the
junior school (up to the age of 11), one was the senior school
building, with dormitories for the 1st to 3rd years (11 to 13),
and the other was the boarding house for the 4th and 5th years
(14 to 16). The 6th form girls had dormitories scattered between
all these houses. The unusual thing about this school was that
all three buildings seem to have been haunted. I can see no other
explanation for some of the strange things that happened during
the 9 years I was there.
I suppose that most schools
have ghost stories of one sort or another - most of them are
complete rubbish. At the junior school, we were told tales of the
White Lady who supposedly haunted dorm 9. We all thought this was
just a story, until we began to see her. One girl was woken in
the middle of the night by someone opening the door, so that the
light in the corridor shone directly on her face - the door
wasn't open. Others saw the figure of a woman wandering the
corridors, usually just disappearing around a corner. One girl
woke in the middle of the night to see the figure leaning over
her friend's bed, and woke everyone with her screams. The friend
found that her back was covered with scratches, and there was no
logical explanation of how these got there. This happened to more
and more of us, and the "White Lady" was often seen
leaning over the beds of those who woke up with these
inexplicable scratches. We have no idea who the spectre was. The
only thing that we could find out was that dorm 9 used to be the
nursery when the building was a private house. I can only assume
that she just didn't like children very much.
When I turned 11, I moved to
the main school. This time, we had to put up with the wanderings
of the "Grey Man". Apparently, he had been music
teacher who had committed suicide when his wife had discovered
his affair with one of his pupils, he roamed the school dining
room, which was where the music rooms were once based. At night,
we could often hear violin music coming from downstairs, when we
knew there was noone there - all the burglar alarms had been set
for the night, and it was impossible to walk around without
setting the alarm off. He was also seen regularly by the kitchen
staff, who were very relieved when the dining-room and kitchens
were finally moved to a new site.
However, the weirdest things
happened at the fourth and fifth year boarding house, and I
definitely know some of the history surrounding this. This
particular building has a tower, a typical Victorian pretension.
Dorm 12 was on the first floor of this tower whilst a matron had
her quarters at the top. Dorm 12 was where all the problems were
based and we're not just talking wandering figures or ghostly
music. The lights would switch themselves on and off in the
middle of the night. We would wake up in the morning and
furniture had moved. Now, believe you me, it is impossible to
move a bunk bed with 2 people asleep in it without waking one of
them up. But it happened. I woke one morning to find that my bed
had turned around 45 degrees. Neither myself nor the girl on the
top bunk had woken in the night, or noticed anything odd. Then
our radio began turning itself on and off all through the night.
We unplugged it, removed the batteries and put it in a drawer,
but it would still continue to turn itself on, tuning up and down
through the frequencies and getting louder and louder. One girl
moved out of the dorm, and then out of the building. Things
started sliding up and down shelves by themselves, and no matter
where we put things down, when we came back from class, they
would rarely be in the same place. All in all, it was terrifying.
No one knew why this was happening. Strange things had always
happened in this room, but these events had never been so extreme
or so frequent.
My friend and I decided to
research on the history of the building when it was a private
house in a hope to find some answers, so we headed down to the
local library. We certainly found what we were looking for.
Towards the end of the last century, a ladies maid had
disappeared from the house whilst the family were away. Although
the original assumption was that she had run off with her
boyfriend, all her belongings were still in her room and her
boyfriend called round several times looking for her. Apparently,
her badly beaten body was found in the woods at the back of the
house by the houseowners dogs. Nobody knows exactly what happened
to her, but the housekeeper mentioned seeing a tramp in the area
that night. It seems that dorm 12 was originally her room, and
also that the hauntings were intensifying as it got closer to the
centennial of her death.
Staff believed us that
something strange was happening, but they had nowhere else to put
us. We were left in that haunted dorm until the end of term. When
we came back from the school holidays, dorm 12 had been turned
into a storage cupboard, and extra beds had been squeezed into
other dormitories. It was a great relief not to have to sleep in
that room again. But this wasn't the end of the hauntings.
Strange noises often came from the cupboard, and cleaners
complained about girls moving all their cleaning equipment and
hiding things. What they didn't realise was that none of us would
go anywhere near that room, so there was no way that any of us
would have been in there moving their things around.
So that was my school. I left 7
years ago, and haven't been back since, though I have heard that
strange things are still happening, it seems to have calmed down
a great deal in recent years. There's a school reunion next year,
and I think I'm actually going to go to this one.
Hope you like my spooky story.
I can guarantee that this is all true - there are too many others
who experienced this for it to be anything but.
Seven Barns
Author:Terri
Email:AARONSTEGER@(nospam)worldnet.att.net
This storie is true and it
happened to me. First the story behind the story. Years ago in
Bath,OHIO there was a farmer and he had 7 barns built on his
land,each of the barnes had many various uses to them. As time
went on and times got hard he lost most of the land he owned
and/or sold it. His wife gave birth to 7 childeren and after the
7th child she became deathly ill and after a short and difficult
time she had surcomed to the illness that had her. The father of
the children lost his land,money and now his wife. He had no idea
how he would care for his seven children let alone feed them.
Sadly he came to the conclusion rather then have them starve to
death,that putting them to rest himself would be the fatherly
thing to do for them. He had laid to rest in each barn floor one
child. In the 7th his oldest daughter and then himself. That barn
is the last barn standing of the 7 barnes and if you go there at
night you'll not only see strange thing,such as unexplainable fog
and lights you'll here noises that will make your blood run cold.
I have witnessed this with others and have pictures of the fog
that look very much like a human form. The noised we heard were
growling of something standing right behind my boyfriend, his
sister and myself heard it clear as a bell;however the only ones
there were us. It sounded as if whatever this thing was,it must
have stood 7-8 ft. tall and did not want company. To this day 3
years later the noise stays fresh in our minds and our blood
still runs with a chill. I won't be back there,but it is less
then 30 min. from my home and 2 sec. from my dreams.
The Sight
Author:Jenny North
Email:cat1616@(nospam)hotmail.com
Hi all out there in Internet
world
I have had a lot of ghostly
things happen to me. Thats cause I have what my great grandmother
called the sight. That really just means that ghosts like you and
you can see them and hear them when most could not. Well I have
lived in a least one house with a ghost or two. It was in outback
Australia and the house was only about 30 years old. The land was
much older. I was just about 7 years old when me my mum,dad and
my brother Tim moved in. It looked just the same as the other
houses but it did not feel the same. It was like someone was
always in the room with you even if no one you could see was. The
footsteps where something else. They would be there most nights
and go all the way though the house to your door stop then go
back from where they came from. I use to wait till they came to
my door then open it real fast. Only to see nothing but feel this
cold air hanging around. When you opened the door the footsteps
stopped but it was still there with you. Well I hated the house
from the start and my bedroom seemed to be the worst room in the
house it was always so cold in there even if it was like so hot
outside. Well I soon moved to the room next door which was not as
bad. But thats when I saw him. It was night and I was in my bed
alseep when I just looked up for no real reson. He was next to my
bed standing over it looking at me. He was a black man with a
long white beard and in his hand was a long stick. I am not too
sure what it was cause it was dark. But somehow I could see his
face. It did not glow or anything. It was just there. I yelled
out to mum and dad and he stayed there till they came. Then he
left giving me one last mean look. Well both mum and dad thought
I had seen him and was not lying. I was the only one to see him,
well in that way. Weeks later my mum and dad were sitting in the
living room looking at a photo of me on the t.v. when the photo
just went real odd and soon I was not in it anymore but this old
black man was. They did not know what to do. They just looked at
it. An hour later it went back to me. It did this about 6 times
in all and I never saw it happen. Later we moved from that house
to a nice one down the road with no ghost. I have more stories
but I well tell them later. Bye Bye
P.S Feel three to email me
about this if you want my email is Cat1616@(no spam)hotmail.com
My name is Jenny
Someone In The House
Email:SantaFigur@(nospam)aol.com
I'm a skeptic, and even though
I've had my "experience" I'm still skeptical as to what
was going on. My family and I moved into an old house in New
England. New England is full of old houses, by the way. This
particular one had been in the town since it had been settled.
When we moved it, the place was a wreck, and as my parents would
have it, they began to renovate the place, which is when things
started happening. The day we moved, my sister and I went down to
check out the basement, a low ceiling, dimly lit, dirt floor
basement, separated into several sections. As soon as we were at
the bottom of the stairs, we were filled with a sense of
uneasiness, we walked back into the next section and the
uneasiness turned into dread. It was cold and lit dimmer than the
first area, and then there was the totally pitch black back room,
where the dread was unbearable. It was a sensation that to this
day I can't explain. But this is not enough to account for a
ghost story. My family was out of the house on one particular
day. I was there and my father had left for lumber only moments
before I laid down to take a nap. I'm not sure how long I slept,
but I was awoken by a deafening banging. As though someone was
pounding on the walls with a hammer. The force of each blow shook
the house and shook me out of my bed. I got up and looked out the
window to see if my dad had returned, my car was the only one in
the driveway. The banging stopped after a couple of minutes and
in a state of grogginess, I went back to sleep, dismissing the
incident. On another evening, I am alone in the house after
dropping my girlfriend off at her house. I'm upstairs watching a
movie in my parents room. The house is old, as I mentioned, and
it makes a lot of very distinct noises. From downstairs, I hear
the rusty doorknob leading to the barn turn. The sound is
unmistakable, I heard it a thousand times when I would step out
for a smoke. I froze and shut off the TV, listening hard for any
other strange sounds. I crept back to the doorway to my room and
from below, in the dining room, I heard the light switch flip on,
it makes a loud popping sound when you switch it, again this is
an unmistakable sound. At this point, I'm not thinking ghosts,
I'm thinking burglar. The rest of my family was out of town and
not expected for another day, I'm not even supposed to be in the
place. I grab the phone and my knife and climb into my closet. I
know, not the most dignifying thing to do, but when you're this
frightened, rational thought does not occur. So, after a while of
hiding, I hear someone in my room. Rustling through papers on my
desk, looking through my drawers and other things lying about. I
hold my breath as whatever was in my room was right outside the
closet door, right next to it. Finally, after an hour and a half
of hiding out, I decide the coast is clear and make the rounds in
the house. Nothing is gone, the doors are still locked and the
light in the dining room is on like I heard it. A couple of weeks
later, 3 am, the family is awoken by every smoke detector going
off in the house at once. We did all we could to stop them,
resetting them, but every time we would turn in for bed again,
the alarms would sound until we pulled the batteries from each.
It was at this point that I realized something was wrong. I could
feel a presence, and that dread from the basement was upon me
again. When I told my family of hiding in the closet, they all
laughed at me. As time passed, a bunch of smaller things
happened. Outside, taking in a smoke, I looked up at a window in
the barn and felt something watching me, my sister in my father's
office (which was what we turned the barn into) heard papers
rustling around in a cubicle, went to investigate and found the
cubicle and found piles of papers strewn around the desk and
floor. A strange figure was spotted outside the house on several
nights just looking at it, they were always seen across the
street late at night. And the most extreme experience happened
one night when I heard what sounded like a woman being beaten
senseless from somewhere in the house but could not find the
source.
Spousal Love Forever
Author: Brittany
Email:j7r@(nospam)hotmail.com
Our family's bestfriend,
Donald, grew up in England but moved to Canada when he was 25-
Donald's mother would come from England to visit often- she told
this story to my mother on several occasions- the flat they had
in England when Donald was a little boy was very old and rather
rundown- it was a basement flat that was quite dreary and the
atmosphere seemed heavy-(perhaps due to lack of fresh air,
perhaps not) -in any case- Donald and his brother both slept in
the same small crib-type bed in a tiny bedroom-(they were 3 and 4
yrs.old at the time)- as soon as they moved in to the flat, the
small brothers started asking their mother who the "old
lady" was- she of course had no idea who they were talking
about and tried to dimiss it- but the boys were persistent and
virtually every morning they'd mention the "old lady"-
the mother tried to ignore it but began to fear that the flat was
haunted- she asked them to tell her about the old lady- they said
that at night the "old lady" would lean over their crib
and just watch them- the mother suspected there was bizarre
activity going on but didn't want to frighten the children, so
she told them it was her friend- apparently the kids continued to
talk about the old lady until they moved to a new flat a year
later-
I have heard of several stories
like this between grandparents (grandparents to us)-this story
was told to me by my friend, Estelle- Estelle's grandmother was
ill in the hospital in Edmonton, Alberta- they knew she wasn't
very well but expected her to live a few more months at least-
well- late one night, Estelle's grandfather (alone in their
house) awoke from his sleep to find his wife sitting on the end
of his bed- she was glowing white and see-through- she said in
the most soothing of voices: "I have to go now honey. I'll
be okay. I love you."-then she vanished - he immediately
knew what had happened and began to cry but at the same time, he
was really comforted by her visit- he got up and called the
hospital- indeed she had died and they were astounded by his
insight- he only told the family what had happened-
Well- it makes one wonder
doesn't it?- love (and motherly instinct) are pretty powerful
things aren't they?
The Spirit That Never Forgot
Author: Ercilla Medeiros
E-mail:
EMedeiro@(nospam)sjeccd.cc.ca.us
My grandmother was born on the
Portuguese island of Pico in the Azores. The Azores are a
haunting place to visit. European architecture and cobblestone
roads are intermingled with lush greenery and a tropical climate.
It is only relatively recently that many places on the islands
have benefited from modern technologies (such as running water
and electricity). In fact, many places on the islands even today
lack such luxuries and the old ways are still a part of daily
life. When I was a little girl, my grandmother told brilliantly
vivid stories about the islands and her childhood. She told me
this story when I was a little older and could grasp more of its
meaning.
In my grandmother's family
there were three sisters, Maria (my grandmother), Marianna, and
Anna. My grandparents, obviously, lacked creativity in naming...
Any way, the three girls were extremely close. My
great-grandparents were farming folk. The family's milk cows were
kept in pastures in the island's high hills where the grass grew
deep and thick in the rich volcanic soils. One evening, Anna was
tending to the cows alone for some reason. She was alone in the
emerald hills with evening closing in and a storm rapidly moving
in from the sea. The tropical storm struck suddenly and fiercely.
As Anna rushed back toward the village she soon found that she
had strayed from the usual route and was lost. Anna huddled
against a stone wall to wait for the rain to let up enough to
find her way back home. The rain grew worse, thunder roaring
above and lightning ripping across the sky. In her terror, Anna,
devoutly Catholic, began crying to the saints for protection.
Finally, Anna promised her favorite Santa Teresa a Mass in return
for a safe return home. As the evening wore on, the rain let up
and Anna, drenched, shivering and frightened, was able to find
her way back, much to the relief of her family who were all out
searching for her.
Anna, a young girl, quickly
forgot the promise and was soon preoccupied with another weighty
concern: the tuberculosis that was ravaging her young body. Her
condition quickly deteriorated in a time when the illness was
common and death was soon embraced as the only escape from its
suffering. Anna died and Maria and Marianna passionately mourned
the passing of their beloved big sister.
My great-grandparents' home
was, at that time, already over 100 years old and built in the
old utilitarian, colonial fashion. It had two levels, the top
being reserved for the family and the bottom floor for storage of
grain and for housing livestock. One morning, while working in
this cellar, my great grandfather was gripped by a strange
feeling that he would later describe as the "shakes".
Spinning around in the pre-dawn darkness of the cellar, feeling a
presence behind him, he was stunned to see a single flame, like
that of a candle, move across the room and disappear. He, being a
sensible man and not prone to superstition, kept the strange
occurrence to himself.
A few days later, over the
family dinner, Marianna and Maria were strangely quiet and the
hearty country girls refused to touch their food. My
great-grandfather, agitated by the girls silence, assumed they
had been up to trouble and demanded that they confess the reason
for their strange behavior. It was then that they admitted that
they had seen a strange thing that morning while poking around in
the cellar. A single flame, like that of a candle...
Nothing more was said until the
following Sunday when, upon returning home from Mass in the
village, the family found a strange old gypsy woman waiting under
a fig tree outside the house. In traditional Portuguese fashion,
the family was hospitable and invited the tired, albeit strange,
looking little woman in for a bit to eat and drink.
Around the table, the little
woman announced to the family that she was from the neighboring
island and had been visited by an "alma", a spirit who
directed her here. This spirit was of a girl named Anna who
needed to tell her family that she could not rest until her
promise to Santa Teresa of a Mass in thanksgiving for safety in
the storm was fulfilled.
According to my grandmother, my
great-grandmother fell to sobbing and my great-grandfather ran
out immediately to contact the village priest.
After fulfillment of the
promised Mass, my great-grandparents waited in vain for some sign
that Anna was finally at rest. Finally, several weeks after the
Mass, the old woman returned and announced that Anna had moved on
and that she had wanted to thank those she loved so much for
taking care of her even in death. The little old woman left and
was never seen again by the family.
Strangely enough, I had also
had an haunting experience in that same house just a few years
ago. Only, it was NOT such a warm, touching experience... But
that's another story!
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