My Personal Notes: First off, I wanted to see how many True Scary Stories, I could personally find in the public blog posts. But my mission also was to find short posts, that were actually written fairly decently! Hopefully, helping some of these blog posters get their ghost tales out there for you to enjoy. And also, at the same time give some insight to people out there, that may be experiencing some similar activity of your own... Now onto True Ghost Tales from people all over the world.
First of all, I would like everyone to know that even when I was younger, I have never had any experiences with ghosts… the paranormal or anything weird in that matter! It was only a couple of years ago that I have experienced strange things happening around me and in my dreams so here are a few.
A couple of years ago when I 15 or 16, me and my family went to visit my granddad (he sadly passed away 5 – 6 months after we visited) anyway, my granddad collected clocks of all types. He liked to fix them and every time me and my sisters came to visit we would count all the clocks he had (well over 400). I pointed out a clock which I really liked, it was beautiful and shone better than all the rest! However, we left my granddads house and a few weeks later I found the same clock I pointed out on my bed. I asked my mum, dad and sisters if they put it there and all said no! That weirded me out just a little.
The next thing that happened was… after my granddads death, my mums brothers and sisters got to share all the gifts and belongings my granddad had. We got back plenty of clocks and nice furniture. However there was one thing my dad really liked and it was an AA badge that got screwed onto a really old fashioned car that my granddad had (my dad fixes old cars up as a hobby). We had this AA badge on the shelf in the kitchen, it was secure and stable, it would not be able to move with out someone picking it up. I was washing the pots up one day and the badge just flew across the room, I looked at my dad and asked if he had seen what happened… he just stood in shock and said “that’s happened 3 times today!”
I also tend to see a black shadow which is comforting from the corner of my eye occasionally… sometimes I think its my granddad.
Thank you and sorry its boring and long but that’s my experience!
More True Scary Stories to come!
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
True Scary Stories-Attacked By a Violent Spirit by Miss Tigerlily
My Personal Notes: First off, I wanted to see how many True Scary Stories, I could personally find in the public blog posts. But my mission also was to find short posts, that were actually written fairly decently! Hopefully, helping some of these blog posters get their ghost tales out there for you to enjoy. And also, at the same time give some insight to people out there, that may be experiencing some similar activity of your own... Now onto True Ghost Tales from people all over the world.
I was attacked in my sleep by a violent (and rightfully, ticked off spirit) This is my ghost story. Let me start out by saying, this is my first real interaction with the undead, and honestly, I’m not sure I EVER want it to happen again. (and yes i realize this is a long one, but worth the read, promise) Mid- October 2011 two of my co works/model friends and I braced the 5 hour drive from our week long stint in Las Vegas and ventured to Nikki’s mother’s home in Phoenix, AZ. I sat in backseat, playing DJ and occasionally piping in on Nikki and Annie’s conversation. They are long time friends; and I am just the lucky bystander that will be joining them in a cross-country trip back to Colorado. Ok, what I am getting at is, I really don’t know these girls that well. Other then a few nights spent causing havoc on the strip and the eight (hangover) hours spent working an aviation convention (we are trade show models), we are just starting to get acquainted. After almost running over every desert animal we could find and an hour or so nap on my part, we arrive at our destination. Which was a stunning desert home in a suburban neighborhood and even at 2:30ish AM (when we arrived) it had quite a presence. Because it was late and Nikki’s siblings had school in the morning we snuck into the house, left our bags outside and headed straight bed. Annie and I shared a bed in the upstairs quest room right by the master bedroom and Nikki joined her mother in her room. Up until this point everything was normal. We both laid down and within minutes Annie was asleep. I generally have a hard time sleeping but within 20 min I began to slip into a dream state, and then experienced the most remarkable and most frightening moments in my life. In my dreams, or whatever realm I was in, I was surrounded by beautiful, breathtaking and overwhelming blue skies with cotton ball clouds. I remember thinking, “am I outside? This is wonderful and so beautiful.” The feeling from the dream almost brought me to tears, waves of emotions consumed me and then everything got dark. The feeling changed instantaneously to dread and fear as I slipped further into (what seemed like) a dream. I’m not sure if I felt or heard the presence first but there it was, next to me. A mans low voice speaking in tongues then a low growl, coming from where my friend Annie was lying next to me. The growls began to escalate and grow, louder and more sinister. Next I felt pressure on both of my shoulders before something or someone pushed me down into the bed. Then my body began to pulsate, like I was being shook awake. After what seemed like an eternity, but was most likely 5 seconds I woke up startled. At this point my initial reaction was to check on Annie, because the growls were coming from where she was laying. I looked over her body in the dark,. I have to input, I am a pretty good read on energy, I can feel it and sometimes see it being exuded from people, that being said, Annie might as well been dead, or not present. I couldn’t feel her presence; it was as if she was covered by a dark cloak that masked her completely from my view. I laid back down, brushed this all of as lack of sleep and a vivid imagination and closed my eyes. Granted, I WAS TERRIFIED. Don’t get it twisted. But seeing to the fact Annie had not been disturbed and I really didn’t want to wake her claiming I had been attacked in the same bed she was peacefully sleeping in. I sucked it up and tried to brush it off. NOT A GOOD IDEA. Within 3 minutes of me closing my eyes I became trapped in the dark dream realm and was now fighting something that had me by both of my wrists and was pulling me out of bed. Violently. We fought back and fourth for 10 seconds. Until, somehow, I severed the connection and open my eyes to me sitting straight up in bed, arms extended at a 90’ angle. I jumped out of bed, not even thinking to wake my friend and walked passed the open door to Nikki’s moms room. By some blessing both were still awake, chatting. I calmly asked if I could go downstairs for a glass of water while searching desperately though my phone for the number of a guy friend of mine who happens to be an oracle. After leaving a tearful and distressed message pleading him to call me back and help me, I ventured back upstairs to face the music. Granted, I am NOT a religious person, but the only thing I could think of that would protect me was a Bible. When I asked Nikki and her mom for one, at 3am, they both looked at me generally taken back and inquired what I needed it for because It was in some storage boxes and it might be a challenge to retrieve it. Feeling that the Bible was absolutely necessary, I asked a far more alarming question. “Have you ever had any paranormal activity in this house?” Terror, disbelief and shock. Both parties jumped out of bed and approached me with fear in their eyes and asking me what had happened. “I think I was just attacked by something.” Turns out I was. Nikki’s mother explained that there was a man, murdered by his wife in her bathroom. The wife had claimed that he had killed their son and that he had been abusive to her, though neither of these were ever proven. At this moment I was reduced to pile of tears and the reality of the situation sunk in. Turns out I am not the only one to be bothered by this “spirit”. On several occasions the mother has witnessed objects moving in front of her. She had told me that she had kind of a relationship established with this spirit and has “talked” to him before. More like talked at him and told him to cut the crap or she would move out. But turns out, as we all sat up together, mulling over what had happened with a fresh cup of coffee, we were able to associate two possible possessions in the house to the “spirit”. One was of a friend of the Mother, who they had thought had too much to drink mixed with pain pills and started crawling on all fours and speaking gibberish after being put to bed in the room I was attacked in. The other was my friend Nikki. One night she had been drinking and hanging out with her family and another family at the house. Out of the blue she started talking about the murder, got restless and was walked up and put to bed in the same room. NOW, Nikki can drink, I learned that in Vegas and yet her mother and Nikki had both realized that she had only 6 shots that night. Not even remotely close to the amount of booze I have seen her drink in one sitting. After she was put to bed, she woke up in a screaming, and “possessed” state as her mother described it and was threatening to shoot herself in the head. (The man who was murdered was shot in the head) Nikki became so out of control her own mother had to call the police and take her to the hospital where she didn’t snap out of this uncontrollable rage for FIVE hours while being strapped down to a stretcher. The connection to these events didn’t happen until we were all sitting together, going through old house documents and goggling the murder on the Internet. None of us slept that night. I refused to go upstairs for the reminder of the trip and slept on the couch and read a Bible passage for protection every morning and night. I have always been a believer and very in tune with my own personal energy, but now I am more then a believer. I am coming to realize that my connection the spirit world runs fairly deep and it is NOT a force to be reckoned with. More True Scary Stories to come!
I was attacked in my sleep by a violent (and rightfully, ticked off spirit) This is my ghost story. Let me start out by saying, this is my first real interaction with the undead, and honestly, I’m not sure I EVER want it to happen again. (and yes i realize this is a long one, but worth the read, promise) Mid- October 2011 two of my co works/model friends and I braced the 5 hour drive from our week long stint in Las Vegas and ventured to Nikki’s mother’s home in Phoenix, AZ. I sat in backseat, playing DJ and occasionally piping in on Nikki and Annie’s conversation. They are long time friends; and I am just the lucky bystander that will be joining them in a cross-country trip back to Colorado. Ok, what I am getting at is, I really don’t know these girls that well. Other then a few nights spent causing havoc on the strip and the eight (hangover) hours spent working an aviation convention (we are trade show models), we are just starting to get acquainted. After almost running over every desert animal we could find and an hour or so nap on my part, we arrive at our destination. Which was a stunning desert home in a suburban neighborhood and even at 2:30ish AM (when we arrived) it had quite a presence. Because it was late and Nikki’s siblings had school in the morning we snuck into the house, left our bags outside and headed straight bed. Annie and I shared a bed in the upstairs quest room right by the master bedroom and Nikki joined her mother in her room. Up until this point everything was normal. We both laid down and within minutes Annie was asleep. I generally have a hard time sleeping but within 20 min I began to slip into a dream state, and then experienced the most remarkable and most frightening moments in my life. In my dreams, or whatever realm I was in, I was surrounded by beautiful, breathtaking and overwhelming blue skies with cotton ball clouds. I remember thinking, “am I outside? This is wonderful and so beautiful.” The feeling from the dream almost brought me to tears, waves of emotions consumed me and then everything got dark. The feeling changed instantaneously to dread and fear as I slipped further into (what seemed like) a dream. I’m not sure if I felt or heard the presence first but there it was, next to me. A mans low voice speaking in tongues then a low growl, coming from where my friend Annie was lying next to me. The growls began to escalate and grow, louder and more sinister. Next I felt pressure on both of my shoulders before something or someone pushed me down into the bed. Then my body began to pulsate, like I was being shook awake. After what seemed like an eternity, but was most likely 5 seconds I woke up startled. At this point my initial reaction was to check on Annie, because the growls were coming from where she was laying. I looked over her body in the dark,. I have to input, I am a pretty good read on energy, I can feel it and sometimes see it being exuded from people, that being said, Annie might as well been dead, or not present. I couldn’t feel her presence; it was as if she was covered by a dark cloak that masked her completely from my view. I laid back down, brushed this all of as lack of sleep and a vivid imagination and closed my eyes. Granted, I WAS TERRIFIED. Don’t get it twisted. But seeing to the fact Annie had not been disturbed and I really didn’t want to wake her claiming I had been attacked in the same bed she was peacefully sleeping in. I sucked it up and tried to brush it off. NOT A GOOD IDEA. Within 3 minutes of me closing my eyes I became trapped in the dark dream realm and was now fighting something that had me by both of my wrists and was pulling me out of bed. Violently. We fought back and fourth for 10 seconds. Until, somehow, I severed the connection and open my eyes to me sitting straight up in bed, arms extended at a 90’ angle. I jumped out of bed, not even thinking to wake my friend and walked passed the open door to Nikki’s moms room. By some blessing both were still awake, chatting. I calmly asked if I could go downstairs for a glass of water while searching desperately though my phone for the number of a guy friend of mine who happens to be an oracle. After leaving a tearful and distressed message pleading him to call me back and help me, I ventured back upstairs to face the music. Granted, I am NOT a religious person, but the only thing I could think of that would protect me was a Bible. When I asked Nikki and her mom for one, at 3am, they both looked at me generally taken back and inquired what I needed it for because It was in some storage boxes and it might be a challenge to retrieve it. Feeling that the Bible was absolutely necessary, I asked a far more alarming question. “Have you ever had any paranormal activity in this house?” Terror, disbelief and shock. Both parties jumped out of bed and approached me with fear in their eyes and asking me what had happened. “I think I was just attacked by something.” Turns out I was. Nikki’s mother explained that there was a man, murdered by his wife in her bathroom. The wife had claimed that he had killed their son and that he had been abusive to her, though neither of these were ever proven. At this moment I was reduced to pile of tears and the reality of the situation sunk in. Turns out I am not the only one to be bothered by this “spirit”. On several occasions the mother has witnessed objects moving in front of her. She had told me that she had kind of a relationship established with this spirit and has “talked” to him before. More like talked at him and told him to cut the crap or she would move out. But turns out, as we all sat up together, mulling over what had happened with a fresh cup of coffee, we were able to associate two possible possessions in the house to the “spirit”. One was of a friend of the Mother, who they had thought had too much to drink mixed with pain pills and started crawling on all fours and speaking gibberish after being put to bed in the room I was attacked in. The other was my friend Nikki. One night she had been drinking and hanging out with her family and another family at the house. Out of the blue she started talking about the murder, got restless and was walked up and put to bed in the same room. NOW, Nikki can drink, I learned that in Vegas and yet her mother and Nikki had both realized that she had only 6 shots that night. Not even remotely close to the amount of booze I have seen her drink in one sitting. After she was put to bed, she woke up in a screaming, and “possessed” state as her mother described it and was threatening to shoot herself in the head. (The man who was murdered was shot in the head) Nikki became so out of control her own mother had to call the police and take her to the hospital where she didn’t snap out of this uncontrollable rage for FIVE hours while being strapped down to a stretcher. The connection to these events didn’t happen until we were all sitting together, going through old house documents and goggling the murder on the Internet. None of us slept that night. I refused to go upstairs for the reminder of the trip and slept on the couch and read a Bible passage for protection every morning and night. I have always been a believer and very in tune with my own personal energy, but now I am more then a believer. I am coming to realize that my connection the spirit world runs fairly deep and it is NOT a force to be reckoned with. More True Scary Stories to come!
Saturday, November 19, 2011
True Ghost Tales-A Haunting In the Valley by Raymond
My Personal Notes: First off, I wanted to see how many True Ghost Tales, I could personally find in the public blog posts. But my mission also was to find short posts, that were actually written fairly decently! Hopefully, helping some of these blog posters get their ghost tales out there for you to enjoy. And also, at the same time give some insight to people out there, that may be experiencing some similar activity of your own... Now onto True Ghost Tales from people all over the world.
This is a account of the current hauntings in the Home I live in in the City of Chatsworth California. I moved into this house as a guest of some friends of mine and have been here for about 15 or so years. Soon after I moved into the house I would hear footsteps at night when no one was awake or walking around. Having experienced this before I simply listened to see if it was one of the children or the Man whose home I was living in who at that time was a High School Math teacher. When I opened the door to my room I would see nothing. The footsteps always sounded as if they were walking on a linoleum or tiled floor but the floor in the hallway has a rug on it. After hearing this for weeks I told my roommates what I was hearing at night. The Wife of my host told me that they had been hearing those footsteps ever since they moved into the house. She also said if I wanted to see a different type of ghost, to watch out of the corner of my eyes when I was watching television in the living room. I did so and ever since then I occasionally see at least 3 different ghost cats. It took several years for me to actually see the ghost who was walking in the hallways and occasionally opening and closing the hallway doors when either I or no one was home. One night I stayed up late to watch a movie on the TV and when I went into the hallway I saw a dim figure at the end of the hallway. It looked like a middle aged man with dark wavy hair. My Host has white hair and has had it since his early 20′s so I knew it was not him. The ghost walked through the closed door at the end of the hall which was at that time being used as a store room. I continue to see the ghost cats (although there seem to be more of them now) as well as hearing the doors open and close as well as someone walking in the hallway to this day. More True Ghost Tales to come!
This is a account of the current hauntings in the Home I live in in the City of Chatsworth California. I moved into this house as a guest of some friends of mine and have been here for about 15 or so years. Soon after I moved into the house I would hear footsteps at night when no one was awake or walking around. Having experienced this before I simply listened to see if it was one of the children or the Man whose home I was living in who at that time was a High School Math teacher. When I opened the door to my room I would see nothing. The footsteps always sounded as if they were walking on a linoleum or tiled floor but the floor in the hallway has a rug on it. After hearing this for weeks I told my roommates what I was hearing at night. The Wife of my host told me that they had been hearing those footsteps ever since they moved into the house. She also said if I wanted to see a different type of ghost, to watch out of the corner of my eyes when I was watching television in the living room. I did so and ever since then I occasionally see at least 3 different ghost cats. It took several years for me to actually see the ghost who was walking in the hallways and occasionally opening and closing the hallway doors when either I or no one was home. One night I stayed up late to watch a movie on the TV and when I went into the hallway I saw a dim figure at the end of the hallway. It looked like a middle aged man with dark wavy hair. My Host has white hair and has had it since his early 20′s so I knew it was not him. The ghost walked through the closed door at the end of the hall which was at that time being used as a store room. I continue to see the ghost cats (although there seem to be more of them now) as well as hearing the doors open and close as well as someone walking in the hallway to this day. More True Ghost Tales to come!
Friday, November 18, 2011
True Ghost Tales-Hearing Voices at Night by Carri
My Personal Notes: First off, I wanted to see how many True Ghost Tales, I could personally find in the public blog posts. But my mission also was to find short posts, that were actually written fairly decently! Hopefully, helping some of these blog posters get their ghost tales out there for you to enjoy. And also, at the same time give some insight to people out there, that may be experiencing some similar activity of your own... Now onto True Ghost Tales from people all over the world.
It was 1:15am Sunday night in Rockford Illinois. I was putting my little 9 year old Christina to bed. She kept on insisting that she was hearing tapping on her bedroom window. Every time she goes to the bathroom she hears tapping on the window and communicates with a spirit. I told her some ghost stories because she likes to hear them to fall asleep. I turned out the light and set the alarm for school the next day. I sat next to her bed for about 15 minutes and shut her bedroom door. The German Sheppard was resting outside the bedroom door. All of the sudden I heard a distinctive man’s voice outside Christina’s door. He was having a conversation but I could not make out what he was saying. The voice was so close to me that I was terrified. I feel asleep on the floor in her room. I remembered that the voice was either coming from the dog or the basement vent. All of the sudden I heard 3 voices again but outside my house. I heard some yelling. I could hear banging and some screams. I looked at the clock sleepy and realized it was 3:30am. By now I was afraid and had a hard time falling asleep. I woke up at 7am and dressed my daughter and took her to school for the day. The next day I came home from work at 4am and my son greeted me at the door and told me that the teenage girl next door was in fear for her life. Her stepfather is a convicted sex offender and was beating her. She asked my 19 year old son if she could hide at my house in case her stepfather beats her again. My son agreed. We also have a court case this weekend for a boy that stabbed my daughter with a knife. He cut her lightly but the States Attorney wants to prosecute in the courts. Christina still is hearing voices and tapping on her window. I also have a workplace bully who is tormenting me. I think all these incidents are interconnected. The paranormal thing that is significant is the voice in the living room. The voice was so real and so close to my door that it scared me. The more pressure I have on me the more I can hear paranormal voices. I know the screams I heard were my neighbors. But the voice outside the bedroom window was a true paranormal encounter.
More True Ghost Tales to come!
It was 1:15am Sunday night in Rockford Illinois. I was putting my little 9 year old Christina to bed. She kept on insisting that she was hearing tapping on her bedroom window. Every time she goes to the bathroom she hears tapping on the window and communicates with a spirit. I told her some ghost stories because she likes to hear them to fall asleep. I turned out the light and set the alarm for school the next day. I sat next to her bed for about 15 minutes and shut her bedroom door. The German Sheppard was resting outside the bedroom door. All of the sudden I heard a distinctive man’s voice outside Christina’s door. He was having a conversation but I could not make out what he was saying. The voice was so close to me that I was terrified. I feel asleep on the floor in her room. I remembered that the voice was either coming from the dog or the basement vent. All of the sudden I heard 3 voices again but outside my house. I heard some yelling. I could hear banging and some screams. I looked at the clock sleepy and realized it was 3:30am. By now I was afraid and had a hard time falling asleep. I woke up at 7am and dressed my daughter and took her to school for the day. The next day I came home from work at 4am and my son greeted me at the door and told me that the teenage girl next door was in fear for her life. Her stepfather is a convicted sex offender and was beating her. She asked my 19 year old son if she could hide at my house in case her stepfather beats her again. My son agreed. We also have a court case this weekend for a boy that stabbed my daughter with a knife. He cut her lightly but the States Attorney wants to prosecute in the courts. Christina still is hearing voices and tapping on her window. I also have a workplace bully who is tormenting me. I think all these incidents are interconnected. The paranormal thing that is significant is the voice in the living room. The voice was so real and so close to my door that it scared me. The more pressure I have on me the more I can hear paranormal voices. I know the screams I heard were my neighbors. But the voice outside the bedroom window was a true paranormal encounter.
More True Ghost Tales to come!
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