xgrasshopperx: Ghost picture and story from my family

Is the really your family? I have seen that before and it has always creeped me out.

LarsThorwald, that reminds me of a similar freaky occurence that befell myself. Once when I was a teen, my family went to McDonalds. We were happily eating when my father demanded to know who took his Big Mac. Then I looked down into my hands and sure enough... I was eating my Dad's Big Mac!!!!! Freaky stuff.

My scariest story is from Disney World about a month ago. We were staying at the Wilderness Lodge and I had to use the restroom near the Roaring Forks counter-service restaurant before we caught the boat to the Magic Kindgom.

I made my way into the single toilet bathroom and turned on the light. In the toilet was the biggest turd I have ever seen in my life. I kid you not it had the circumference of a baseball. I tried to flush it down but IT WAS TOO BIG TO FIT DOWN THE TOILET!!! It wouldn't budge after multiple flush attempts. I eventually gave up and went to the restroom near the Whispering Canyon Cafe.

/Scariest thing I ever seen.

My ex said that their old house was haunted.. something about cabinets slamming in the night.. and cups flying across the room. I was like "what ever" because her and her mom are pretty psycho. Her mom is an "I amer" whatever that is.. they believe in all this bullshiat about Mt. Shasta in northern cali. Every time we would sit down for dinner with her mom, we had to hold hands and she would do this prayer.. and it was funny as shiat.. I couldnt hold in laughing.. it went something like "and I pray for the I am that I am" blah blah blah.. god it was bad.

Anyway.. thats my only "ghost" story.

When I first moved in to my 60+ year old apartment building 4 years ago, I'd often feel like someone else was there with me. I couldn't sleep with the bedroom door open at night because I felt like I was being watched. One of my pet rats, going about her usual business, would sometimes suddenly give a start and stare like crazy at a corner of the room where there was nothing (there had been no noises, etc.), then run and hide in her little hut, looking scared. Sometimes my cat will do the same thing. No apparent reason.

Then one night, I was doing the dishes and suddenly saw out of the corner of my eye, a man standing beside me. About 5'5", thin, balding, white hair. I nearly jumped out of my skin and whipped around, wondering how the hell someone got in without me hearing. But when I looked directly at where he was standing, there was nothing there.

Another night, I was sitting on the couch watching TV when I heard a BAM! BAM! BAM! in the kitchen. I was like, WTF?? And went to see what the hell had caused it. 3 pop cans - full ones, standing upright, that had most definitely been sitting on the back of the counter, nowhere near the edge - had inexplicably flown off the counter and fallen on the floor. There was no open windows, nothing else touching them. It totally defied explanation.

But the weirdest was one night when one of my friends came to visit. When I answered my door, she came in and greeted me and then said that some people sure can be rude. I asked why, and she said she'd passed an old man when coming up the hall stairs, and said hi to him, but he completely ignored her and kept going. I asked her what he looked like, and she described exactly the figure I had seen standing beside me that one time.

My bulding is small, with only 11 units. There are no old men living in any of them.

Freaky.

OK, I guess I'll contribute to this too.

We rented a house for 3 years a few houses up the street from the home we currently own. My oldest son was in 7th/8th grade at the time, and as is typical was going through a period of total asshattedness. Apparently this dipleased the spirits as they visited him rather frequently. There was an old grumpy man who my son would wake up to in the middle of the night, standing at the foot of his bed, sometimes with a elderly lady dressed in red and green. The grumpy old man wore baggy pants, suspenders and a bowler, like 1940's fashion. My son was too petrified to scream so normally bore these visits on his own. One night I was downstairs and heard the patter of my son's feet walking down the long upstairs hallway to his bathroom, heard the toilet, heard him walking back to his room at the end of the hallway to go back to bed, then I heard him running his arse at top speed back down the hallway and downstairs to me. He was literally white as a ghost, sweaty and shaking. On his way back to his room he glanced into my bedroom and saw the grumpy old man "standing" in the middle of the room- where my bed was, staring him down. Another night I was making the rounds before turning in, walked into my son's room and he yelled "MOM!?" Apparently Mr. Grumpy had been giving him something similar to a Vulcan nerve pinch until I walked into the room.

My youngest son also experienced the grumpy old man. One night he got out bed, you know how kids are sort of dazed when they're awakened? He was sort of dazed and very mellow. Anyway, this kid is an obsessive/compulsive collector, and displays all his collections neatly and with a lot of pride. The old man walked into his room, walked over to his collection shelves, took stock, walked back to my son's bed, leaned down and softly said something to the effect of "that looks very nice" or "nice job", and walked back out.

This same son along with my oldest were playing out back one day and saw an older woman dressed in red and green "walking" on our back deck asking about her missing cat. She was actually floating a bit above the deck, and left the yard by the side gate. The boys followed behind her but she was totally gone once she was out the gate.

I myself saw nothing, but did witness genuine fear in my kids, as well as our dog who would suddenly get up and begin growling and sometimes barking at absolutely nothing visible inside. And she was focused on whatever it was too. I did hear loud knocking, we all did, on the window of my husband's basement office. It was always investigated an no one was ever seen, but the knocking was heard often.

After living there for 2 years, we decided to ask our lovely next door neighbor lady, who has lived there since the subdivision was built in the mid-1960's, if she had ever heard any of the previous residents mention odd things happening in the house. She said no, but a few days later she came over and told me that she had sort of laughed about our stories to her son, who grew up there, and he told her that when they were kids in the mid-1970's, the kids that lived in our house then told them stories about a grumpy old man ghost who visited frequently. Her son just laughed it off...until he heard about us! It also came to light that the original homeowners' mother(the kids from the 1970's grandma) died in my oldest son's bedroom. She kept cats.

Our 2 oldes sons have had other paranormal experiences at other homes as well, in NM and OH, since very young ages. He doesn't like to talk about it much, but once in a while we can get him going. He seems to have a "gift", but he really doesn't see it that way.

In the USN on a reserve ship in Philadelphia. We took out navy reservists out for their weekend
ride on a ship [allegedly for training], but one of our other functions was to perform burial at sea
of dead navy veterans. This took place on the fantail where I was standing at parade rest as part
of a color guard for a WAVE [female sailor] & scattering her ashes off the coast of New Jersey. So
the officer performing the scattering of ashes dumps the contents of the urn over the side without
considering the windage and the huge ash cloud blew right back at the color guard & we all got
cremated female sailor in our teeth. The gasping and spitting didn't make for a dignified ceremony.

cowsaregoodeating

Funny thing, I was in Six Flags NJ on Saturday (10/28), riding the Superman ride (awesome ride! I loved it), and from a few rows ahead of my boyfriend and myself a cell phone went flying to the ground. *smashbangdeadphone*

This isn't really scary, just weird:

I was 19 and driving home during the winter time. I came over a small hill and saw a huge patch of ice at the bottom. I sailed on it and turned into the skid, but the car lost control and hit a tree. It was a densely populated area and one of the homeowners called an ambulance.

When the ambulance arrived, the EMT saw that the pant of my left knee was saturated in blood, so he quickly cut through the fabric to treat what he thought was a horrific cut. He looked immensely puzzled to see that there wasn't a mark on my knee. He then moved to cut the pant leg off my other knee (which was not bloody) to be confronted by a huge cut. He said he never saw anything like that before and I still have a scar on my right knee.

Fun game back in the day..

happywaffle, I'm no Dan Rather, but your ghost looks like Micheangelo's David or the Young girl was fond of tutus, which is probably why she got sick and died in the first place.

While may husband and I were dating, he lived in Austin, TX. He was renting the upstairs of a friend's (inherited) house, and was often there alone while the friend was out of town on extended consulting jobs.

First I must point out that my husband is a very level-headed guy, and while he is an imaginative person he isn't the sort who would give a moment's thought to a house being haunted or speculating about ghosts.

Late one night my soon-to-be-hubby called me, sounding very nervous. He said that he had seen "something" in the house on the stairs - a human form. He said that it was a transparent white shape without features, but shaped like a person. When I pressed for details, he said that he was coming out of the bathroom at the top of the stairs, and the figure was walking up the stairs towards him. He also admitted that he had seen this whatever-it-is once before, but this time it raised it's "head" and looked at him - and that it had eyes that seemed to glow.

He decided to move out soon after that.

ChadM89: See also: Flying Spaghetti Monster, Invisible Pink Unicorn

The saddest part is that people are actually arguing against you. But whatever people, believe in ghosts and whatnot. Just make sure you get sterilized.

My parent's bought their current house in 1997, was 66 years old at the time. We did not ask too many questions when buying the house, our previous had burned down and my parents were looking to settle down as fast as possible.

The house was drafty and creaked alot, but nobody paid it any special attention; after all it was quite old. My mother complained in the first few weeks about missing pots and pans, but we attributed that to losses due to the fire. The only really odd occurance was that I kept waking up with blankets up to my neck, even though it was August. I would go to bed on top of the covers and wake up under them, but I suppose I could've done that in my sleep.

Months later my brother was cutting out of school early, he got home and started rumaging through the kitchen. He looked out the window and saw an old lady happily working in one of the flower gardens. He walked outside but she was gone. While cleaning out a crawlspace in the basement we found a large framed family portrait, my brother was sure the woman in the portrait was the woman he saw in the garden.

We asked our neighbors (who have lived in next door for 30+ years) about the woman. They told us that she used to live in the house and that she did indeed enjoy gardening, she also happened to die in the house. Unbeknownst to my parents they had purchased the home from her son. I'm skeptical, but who knows - maybe she never left the house?

No one has posted the link to that wierd jewish box that haunts whoever owns it? I forget the name of it but it is a really creepy story.

So this pirate walks into a bar with a steering-wheel from a ship attached to his crotch. When asked what the heck it is doing there he replies:
"Yar, it be drivin' me nuts!"

No, wait, I'm just describing my Holloween costume...

xgrasshopperx:
Hey I owe you a thanks. I used to read the site that is hosting your link all the time, I lost the link years ago and could not remember the name. THANKS!. I remember when I was I noob at my job I would save there ghost stories to text files and load them in edit.exe to read. No one ever thought you were not working if you had a dos window up. I even wrote a program to reformat the pages to be read in dos.. Ahh those were the days.

koniver

It was the Dybbuk Box.

Paedophile_Deluxe, was there really a need to be an ass about it?

I told him what I thought, he linked me something interesting, and... you say I should be sterilized. Absolutely. I agree wholeheartedly that people who try to be rational from time to time and are willing to acknowledge the fact that they are wrong should be sterilized. Fantastic idea.

/enough of that

The scariest story I know is about a fictional president who, in two terms in office STILL couldn't pronounce "nuclear".

stellarossa

My wife spent some time as an intern in the Calloway County hospital in Murray, southern Kentucky. She wasn't a fan of Murray, everyone was married and drank a lot (wife was single at the time and didn't drink).

Anyways, she finds a room for the 8 weeks she's there. It was an older house (1930's) and was kinda filthy looking from the outside. The first odd thing was that the old landlady who showed her around completely missed out a room, as if it wasn't there. It was like a spare bedroom or whatever. My wife never went in there, not because she was spooked just because she had no reason to. What she did notice after a few weeks was that a chair had been really obviously moved in that room despite no one ever having been in it (into midle of the room).

Secondly, her parents and brother came to visit from Cincy. Her brother spooked her out by maintaining there was someone in the doorway when he pulled up (my wife was in the bedroom at the time).

Thirdly, my mother-in-law-to-be slept on the couch that weekend and stated someone was whispering to her in the wee small hours. It would go quiet then she'd hear whispering again, right next to her ear. She could never make out exactly what tey were saying, though.

Of course they never told me wife about any of this until she'd finished her internship and come home.

The wife and I went down there about 5 years ago. From the outside the place didn't look any creepier than the surrounding area but I wasn't about to investigate further.


Holy crap! I'm from Murray. Do you rember what street that house was on? I might check that out the next time I go visit the parents.

Ok I've got 2 stories here that still remain a mystery to me.

1. When I was around 13 or 14, I used to get picked on alot. I remember one night after a particularly rough day, I was sitting in my room just seething with anger and depression. I can remember just sitting in my bean bag chair with only a desk lamp on experiencing some severe emotions. When all of a sudden, the lightbulb in the desk lamp exploded. Not burned out. Exploded. Made a huge pop sound and glass went everywhere. Needless to say it scared the hell out of me and I stopped wallowing in self misery.

2. The other time was around the same age. I had recently been dumped and was in bed, once again, an emotional wreck. I just felt completely hopeless and really didn't want to go on. All of a sudden, I could have sworn that someone was hugging me. I started to feel really warm and I felt better. No idea what happened and I didn't really care.

/Not an emotional basketcase anymore
//hated being a teen

Well I have at least 3 incidents (or rather accidents) pertaining to what I have (as a lady) known as "intuition".

My backstory is that I grew up as a Pagan child, my parents worshipped and what not and no, Wicca Pagans do not sacrifice their children. Otheriwse I wouldn't be posting this as a 20 year-old college girl. Anyway... on to the incidents.

First incident occured long before I graduated from highschool and my brother owned his first car. The car was a sedan in what my family calls "Arrest Me Red" and it was nicknamed the B.O.M.B (in short, Borrowed Off My Brother).
My brother gained a job in our local Bowling Alley in Madison, TN and he went off to drive to his many bowling leagues but it was also his first major car trip on his own. I had the 'doubtful feeling' before my brother embarked to his first trip. Apparently, he was the last to leave and had no other passenger. What happened, you ask? My brother falls asleep on the road, into a ditch and the car got torn in half by a tree. My mom recieved a phone call from my bro saying that he got into an accident. (Thank Goddess my mom gave him her cell phone!) And so my brother (the bastard!) survived with nothing more than a few scrapes and bruises.

Second incident, this time it took place a few months ago.
My family and I have a hoppy of dressing up in medieval clothes and go to parties and events.
(you may know what i'm talking about)
Well my mom, a family friend of ours and I droved down to an event in this white van that my grandpa (He and Grandma Jean lives in Baton Rouge, Louisiana) had given to us.
There was a couple of things wrong with this white van.
One, it is old and I have traveled in it with my family.
Second, the van was not an automatic but rather a stick shift.
(and I don't drive stick either)
Both factors had given me enough reason and doubt for my intuition to kick in and warn me of something bad's gonna happen.
Whilst stopping at an intersection, the hood of the van started to smoke white.
Mom thought it was the radiator overheating... until the smoke turned black and it wasn't a good sign.
I was listening to 'Holding Out for a Hero' on my iPod and sleeping on the floor of the van (I know, its illegal to do so and the cops didn't notice this in the wreckage).
All three of us (family friend too) had to abandon the engulfing van and get anything and everything out that was irreplaceable.
We survived, nobody got hurt and even our stuff is safe.
Don't believe me? I have pictures to prove it.
/"Mom! I told you that van ain't no good anymore!"

Third incident, my best friend from college drives home from my place
(in her Saturn luxury sedan) and gotten rear-ended by a van.
I had the 'intuitional' feeling before she left and I'm sorta guilty I didn't tell anyone about it.
She is home safe and sound but suffered the effects of adrenaline in her system that was making her hands shake. At least she survived the accident and it wasn't her fault.

In short, I have women's intuition and I ain't afriad to sense it!
/Happy Halloween!
//Happy Samhain!

8007312 How did I know I'd find you in here?

The house I grew up in was built in the 50s. My father, who said a previous owner had been stabbed to death in Mexico (far south), had done a lot of renovation: moving walls, etc. One night he walked into the expanded kitchen and swore he saw a man turn and run through the wall. I was in there one night watching a war movie on the little television when a shell exploded and the wall-phone literally flew off the hook.

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My father died nearly seven years ago. (God, has it been that long?) My brother's wife was expecting at the time. On his deathbed, my father predicted a boy. (With four kids and two grandkids, he'd been right 100%.) This time, though, he was wrong. A month after the daughter was born, my mother dreamt my father was standing outside on the deck. He wouldn't say where he'd been or why he'd come back. Specifically, he said, "I can't tell you." Days, thereafter, the daughter died from a feverous infection.

Within the same year, my mother was visited again. Again, my father would not answer her questions. The next morning, her brother was found dead from a massive heart attack.

5 years have passed. Luckily, none of my own have died, and no revisitations. My brother's next child was a boy.

i've got a few but the one that still bothers me today is when i pretty young. the house where i grew up had a semi-finished basement that was sectioned off. the largest part was kind of like a entertainment room where my dad used to watch football on sundays. from that entertainment room there was a long hallway that led to my dad's office and a bar area(never used it, just put boxes behind it sadly). it was usually pretty dark as it wasn't "finished" like the rest of the basement. from one of the couches sitting in the entertainment side you could look down that hallway. at the end of that hallway there was one of those half windows that was partly underground but still had a lot of light shine through. one afternoon i'm sitting on that couch and my dad is watching football and i glance down the hallway. i see the silhouette of person walking from the bar area to the door of the office. i see the head turn slightly as it walks in front of the hallway. it looks directly at me then turns back and continues walking into my dad's office. i yell out, "mom!?" thinking that maybe she was back there for some reason. my dad hears this and says that she's outside. i hear her come inside through the front door moments later. i can't explain what it was to this day but still freaks me out a bit.

i hope my story was coherent enough for those to follow. :\

I've always been kind of interested in the paranormal, so that might have colored my experiences in the past a bit, but I did have some awfully weird things happen in my family's house:

1)I used to hear banging behind my headboard at night. It sounded like hammering that was coming from outside, but if you opened the window, it sounded like it was in the wall.

2)I also had a ouji board for awhile, and yes, I used to use it by myself in my room. Four different names used to come up, but I quit using it and tried to throw it away when one of the "spirits" began cursing at me. Yeah...I tried to throw it away. One time, my dead rescued it from the trash. The next time is just appeared back in the garage. Then my little sister rescued it from the trash. My other sister is now living in my old bedroom, and I think the ouji board is now in the closet of that room.

3)I used to have one of those touch lamps, and several times it would turn on and off by itself. I know that magnets or other metal objects touching it could turn it on without my touching it, but I'd check and usually nothing was touching the lamp taht would set it off. The electricity going off would turn it on too, but several times, I'd be sitting in the room at night and it would turn off, electricity still working and everything. One particular night, I got really freaked out because there was nothing there that woudl have turned it off, and i was in tears begging whatever it was to leave me alone. Yup, it turned off again, right then. Finally I left the room and hid out in the living room, and it didnt' do it again for the rest of the evening.

4)There were some points where I would just take a bunch of random pictures with my little cheap leclick camera, of the neighborhood or of myself and my siblings. Some of those rolls didnt' get developed for ages, and one particular roll was developed about ten years later, and it was the oddest thing. Only abuot six pics out of 30 developed, and the last one that showed up was creepy;...I dont' remember taking it. It was the profile of a man's face against a plain black background, and his face was washed in blue and fuzzy on the edges as if it were taken off of a TV screen. But...why would I take a picture of the TV? Plus, there weren't any of those lines goign across it that usually result from taking a picture of a TV image.

The weirdest thing about it was that I had seen a show on ghosts that showed a family who had had the same thing happen to them. The mom had taken a bunch of pictures of her kid, and the first pic was of the top of some scary dude's head against a black background, looking like it had been taken off of a TV. Of course, she doesn't remember taking it either.

5) One ghost we are sure about is of (no shiat) one of our pet gerbils. We had a whole bunch of them at one point, and the first one that died was a little black fellow who was the only one of our pets not buried in the backyard (my dad didnt' want us kids to get upset or something). My sibs and I would occasionally see a little black shadow darting around corners and underneath the couch, and we'd find little piles of sunflower seed shells in the garage and in corners of the house. No, we didnt' have a rodent problem that wasn't pets; our cat would have caught a few if we had.

In case anyone is wondering, my family moved into a brand new house, but it was located in the old KKK headquarters in our area. My husband didnt' like to go in the woods that were nearby; he'd seen some pretty freaky stuff there, too. The old hanging tree was actually located on the property of his highschool.

Yeah, I probably wasted too much time typing out all of that little stuff, but that's what I have.

Many years ago I was laying on my bed in my old bedroom when I still lived at my parent's house. I was home alone.

I heard the doorbell ring and some knocking but I didn't feel the need to go answer it, so I ignored it.

Next thing I know I hear children laughing and running down the hallway so I presume it's my brother and his kids.

The door to my room was to the left of my bed, headboard against same wall as the door, and the door was closed.

I heard the doorknob turn so I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Then the door opened and I heard, "she's not the one we're looking for" and then everything was completely silent. No more laughter or footsteps or doorknobs turning.

I opened my eyes and looked around and I was completely alone.

That's it.

Want scary? Try living in a world where people believe in all of this ghost / premonition / etc garbage.

THAT is scary.

/oh wait, I do.
//I'll cry myself to sleep now.

Nothing exciting to report. My grandmother's house was supposedly lightly haunted, my mom, aunt, grandmother, and a high school friend have reported seeing 'the guy in the back hallway' who kind of rises up through the floor, stands there a while, then disappears. He wore a wide brimmed hat but was pretty much just a black shape of a guy.
All I ever saw there was the 'little bright dot of light wizzing around the room' a few times. Bland, harmless, not in the least disturbing, but unexplained nontheless.

This one time, at band camp....

gr8idea
She come running out of the bathroom creaming


Freudian or not, please tell more of this story.

DoktoerSeven: Hey, genius! If you're going to be such a drip, at least RTFT and come up with something that hasn't been said already.

DoktorSeven: THAT is scary.

What's REALLY scary are people who are not open to possibilities and have absolutist conclusions about things they can't possibly know.

This isn't a ghost story, but it kind of seems to fit in as an odd occurrence:

Does anyone else out there knock out streetlamps? As I drive or walk past a streetlamp, I will see the one above or right in front of me just suddenly pop out. Not permanently, though - they come back on by themselves after just a few minutes.

This happens to me on a regular basis - sometimes I'll get two or three a week. (I'm just counting the ones that go off in my line of vision - there may be more somewhere behind me) I got the one at the end of my street just last night on the way home.

I never really thought much about it, I just assumed that street lamps go out by themselves sometimes, until I was with a friend and they were startled by it.

/just wondering if I'm the only one this happens to

Static86

Does the story end before Ted and Joe go back to the cave for closure? I can't get the page after that to load :(

I think that's the "end" of the story....as in his journal entries stop there because he never comes back from the cave to update the website, so the "next" page link doesn't work. Kind of a crappy ending, and obviously by the end of it you can tell it's fake, but I liked the story anyway...good stuff. Whoever wrote that should be a horror/fiction writer. It had me very creeped out. And by the way, Prank Call of Cthulhu, it takes a little longer than 15 minutes to read! More like an hour.

Well, I will tell this story on behalf of my dad, who is no longer with us. He worked for the Canadian Census bureau and was told this by his employee. When a person doesn't return their census form, a worker is sent out to the home to assist the person(s) in completing them. This lady went into an apartment and knocked on the door and was greeted by a friendly old man. She went inside, sat down and helped him fill out his form. When she went to her car, she realized they had missed one part of the form so she came back the next day to have him finish it. She knocked on the door but got no response. A man in the hallway asked if he could help her and she explained why she was there and who she was looking for. The man informed her that no one had lived in the apartment and the man she was describing was the elderly man who had died there 6 months ago. When she looked at the form again after that, it was blank.

She never worked on the census again *smile*

X1's Here: clevergrrl

I have the reverse effect. Electronics that I touch start working better. It's very annoying to some of my clients that their machines will wig out on them, but start working fine as soon as I touch them.

/no, I don't actually believe this.
//I do joke about having the magic touch though.
///yes, occasionally streetlamps will cut off unexpectedly while I'm either driving or walking, but usually *after* I've passed them. I always assumed it was normal behavior.

Ok, late and not technically a ghost story, but I used to have bouts of sleep paralysis (apparantly, while falling asleep, your body secrets chemicals that shut off your muscles so you won't act out your dreams. If you wake up while this happens, your muscles are "turned off," but your brain is still going into sleep mode, so you have vivid hallucinations.). Basically, you see/hear scary stuff and can't move and it is very, very hard to wake up. You feel like you are awake, but paralyzed. Creepy.

One night it happened to me several times in a row- I saw someone standing at the foot of my bed and in the next bout, saw nothing but heard really evil laughter. One time in college it happened and I "saw" my dorm room door open and someone walk slowly towards me. In all cases, once I woke myself up, there was, of course, no one there. Hasn't happened in a while.

/apparantly, there are those who believe this phenomena accounts for alien abduction/ghost sighting/devil or angel visitations. Food for thought, anyhow.

Once in college, I went back to my dorm, alone, and not too buzzed or drunk. And as I was nodding off I heard what sounded like footsteps on the roof overhead (years later I learned that this is a common sound in hauntings).

So, I thought that it was my friends or some other students walking on the roof and I went to sleep. I was awakened by the feeling of someone touching me on the side of my body, but my arm was there and there was no one in the room. But, it seemed/felt like there was someone in the room. I had heard that one should just tell poltergeists to go away and to then turn over and go to sleep, which is what I did.

The next day I learned that one of my oldest friends had died in an automobile accident.

/ I was afraid that he would come back every night, but he did not

This is going to sound strange and unbelievable, but in my heart and soul i i know it's real.

I have time traveled.

I have 'missed' days before. one day it would be Wednesday, and teh next was friday. i swear upon my life that i have skipped days. it's happened maybe four times to me. either i was fast forwarded through time, or my memory of that day was obliterated. i don't know why or how.

GLove88mph: I have time traveled.

I suggest you read Slaughterhouse 5 and then Time Traveler's Wife.

Here is mine,

I lived with my sister and both parents in the same house for some 15 years and this was the only paranormal event I experienced while living there.

I slept on the top bunk in a room that I shared with no one, I just liked bunk beds. My sister was in the next room down and my parents room was directly across from mine. One night I was awaken by a sound at my dresser which was diagonal and across the room from where my head lied on the pillow. I look over and see a shadow rummaging through the contents of my dresser, I say "hello?" the shadow stops and then quickly glides over to the bed and stares me in the face, I closed my eyes so I didn't see a face or whatever. I then heard my parents door open and my Dad walk to the kitchen to get a drink. I opened my eyes to see the shadow glide out of my room.

I jumped up quickly and watched as it slide into the half opened door of my folks room (my Dad was still in the kitchen). I was frozen with fear then heard a loud gasp from their room, my mom had been awakened/startled from her sleep. I couldn't move I was scared stiff. The next thing I know, my Dad walks by, into the room closes the door and thats it. I finally manage to fall asleep after some time. I awake in the morning fully aware of what had happened the night before. I get out of the shower and go to get my glasses of my dresser, they're gone. For years I wore glasses and they always went in the same spot. We search the whole house, nothing (I didn't tell them about the shadow). A couple days pass and I return home from school and there are my glasses, right on the kitchen table.

I phone my mom at work and ask where she found them, she said they were on the table when she left for work that morning.

One more:

After moving around during college, I settled on a quaint little post-war house in the middle of our block: hardwood floors, plaster walls, 2 bedrooms, an attic loft and 'liveable' basement, central heat. I moved in during the summer with a guy & his cats. He slept downstairs, I took the rear bedroom, starkly white with cracked walls. The front bedroom we used as 'parlor'. The outlets in my room were all controlled by the lightswitch, across the small room from my bed. Above the switch hung a small painting.

We both experienced the usual 'noise': creaky floorstoops, inaudible whispers in the night. Nothing worse than our hallucinations. We broke out the Ouija board once. Once.

One night, I was lying in bed, reading, when the door creaked open. I looked up, expecting my roommate. Suddenly, the painting fell and switched off the light. No one was there.

I didn't like that room anymore.

I started sleeping on the couch in the living room, my head towards the small hallway leading to my old bedroom and the parlor, not eight feet from me. The parlor door had a tendancy to open if the latch didn't 'click' shut. I had shut it firmly and just laid down on the couch when the door began to shake. Something was trying to open it, yet the knob wasn't turning. The shaking lasted a few seconds, stopped, and started again. I was scared but determined to confront it. I grabbed a weapon (a broom) and approached the still intermittently shaking door. At once, I flung it open and... nothing but an open window and the curtains blowing in the breeze. Then I looked down and saw... the farking cat! Bastard!

I shut out the lights and lay down on the couch, shaken but laughing to myself. The house was almost pitch black. Suddenly, the large painting on the wall above me crashed to the floor right next to my ear. I ran out of the house and stayed out.

KarmicHoax: What's REALLY scary are people who are not open to possibilities and have absolutist conclusions about things they can't possibly know.

I saw a leprechaun riding a unicorn. Seriously! Just TRY and prove me wrong, you absolutist conclusion-haver!

Only seen a few myself, grew up with the boogie-man, but my friends always had the best ghosts, if you like the violent ones. Even better when someone else confirms them without you saying a thing. There's a lot of stories from the year they lived in their first house and beyond, as the shadows apparently had a thing for my brother, but those are many and off-limits to further discussion. So here's one of my favorites that doesn't deal with them.

My brother and his wife had done some shopping for college supplies and were visiting family, but it was getting really late, so they started home as it was an hour drive to Reno, where they had an apartment. About half-way there, they passed a hitchhiker, some guy, decently dressed, walking in the middle of the night, dead of winter, with no coat on. They aren't stupid enough to pick up random people, but after driving a few minutes, my brother suddenly decides he really needs to give this guy a ride, so back they go.

The guy is really polite, thanks them profusely, asks for a cigarette, and climbs in the back seat, sitting where my brother could see him in the rearview mirror the entire time. But the guy is obviously really nervous, and keeps looking back behind him. When they try to make conversation, he says that he doesn't remember exactly what happened, but he was walking to work up in Reno, then a van stopped in front of him, and next he knows he woke up behind a dumpster at the gas station an hour away, with his coat and wallet gone. They're thinking, he got jacked and the people dumped him, but when they asked why the guy didn't just go in and get help, and try to make a phone call or tell the police, he said that he had tried, but the people in the town were extremely rude - no one would look at him, they'd pretend like they didn't even hear him, a couple people nearly ran him over, and they must have locked the station doors, because he couldn't get in. But he was insistant that he had to get back to Reno or he'd be late for work, so since he couldn't get any help, he started walking, which seemed stupid since it was an hour to drive, but he kept saying "I gotta get to work, I'm going to lose my job, I don't have any money". Apparently my brother had been the first people in hours to even notice him. All the time he talked, he kept looking back like he was going to see the people that jacked him.

When they got to town, they offered to take him to his apartment so he could get his uniform - he worked at a fast food joint - or even to take him to his job, but he politely refused, said just to drop him off at the Walgreen on the overpass, so that's where they headed. Once they got there, the guy climbed out, took my brother aside so his wife couldn't hear, and told him "listen, if you see this van with this license on it, just drive, don't stop, not even for a red light, just farking drive, you got it?" It was the first time he'd even cussed all night, but he was dead serious, so my brother agreed. They all said their goodbyes, the guy thanked them again, then he walked a block away, stopped, turned back towards them, and pointed very definitely at one of the casino hotels, up at one of the rooms, with a just as deadly serious expression as though saying "pay attention - they're right there". They looked up, saw a suite with the lights on, looked back at the guy, and he was gone. Maybe he'd ran off - about a block and a half in a few seconds to the nearest building. Shrugging, they headed back to their car, and noticed/remembered for the first time that the back seat was completely packed with grocery bags, just like when they'd left town. Nothing had been moved aside, nothing was crushed, but even if someone had tried to sit on the bags, they would have been scrunched up against the ceiling, not seated normally like the passenger had been.

And that's it for that one. A fun story. Druggie? Weirdo? Ever shoot a man...? Your call.