JOEROBINSON734@aol.com
One day in Mentor on Lake Ohio,I came home from football pratice. I lived in a two story house. Nobody was home, my sister was at soccer pratice and my parents were at work like they usually were. My room was located at the end of the hallway and the bathroom is at the top of the stairs. Well I was coming out of my room walking towards the bathroom to take a shower when a bath towel seemed to be thrown out of the bathroom and down the stairs. I stopped and paused thinking it was one of my family members, so I called out my sister's name and parent's name as I walked towards the door and entered the bathroom. There was nobody in there. This really scared me! Till this day I still don't know what threw that towel. Even something so simple really scared me. I ran straight to my friend's house, his parents called the police to check it out because I thought that someone could have been in the house. Even though I did not want them to call but I was sure they would not believe me, but I ran to their house scared out of my mind, but till this day that is the only thing that has happened to me.
Grandma's Ghost
Share82@aol.com
When I was a small child, my family lived in Pensacola, Florida. My grandmother who was of Native American ancestry lived a portion of the year with us. She shared my bedroom when she visited and slept on a bed placed at the foot of mine. She shared stories of her life with me and in the course of talking, reminded me that if something should happen to her that her wedding ring was to go to my Dad's oldest sister. When I was six, my grandmother suffered a stroke and refused to go to the hospital for treatment or to be given I.V. treatment. She refused food and water and after a week died. During that week , I would try to talk to her and she would look at me and turn her ring on her finger. Finally I remembered her wish that the ring would be given to my Aunt. I assured her that I would tell my Dad and went into the kitchen where the rest of the family had gathered. Since I was only six years old, no one paid any attention when I related her wishes. Upon my Grandmother's death her ring was given to my youngest Aunt. About a year later, I was awakened during the night by my bed rocking. At the foot of my bed stood my Grandmother twisting the ring on her finger. My body was lifted off the bed and I screamed for my mother. When my Mother came in I was crying hysterically and she tried to convince me that it was only a dream. That was 45 years ago and I know it wasn't a dream now as I did then. I made a point of finding that ring when I was about 20 years old and getting it to the proper person. I have never seen my grandmother again but over the years have had many paranormal experiences.
Haunting in Salt Lake City
drl217@nyu.edu
Well, to begin with, I've never "told" my story, except to a few slightly suspicious friends, and their looks told me, "she must be tired...overworked...what a freak." So, I thought I'd try you guys, because I can't get it out of my head. My husband and I had rented an old farmhouse in Salt Lake City, Utah, and lived in it "peacefully" for two years. Admittedly, looking back, there were "signs" of unnatural behavior for a house, but we chalked it up to "settling" or "weather changes," or even lack of sleep. Everything was fine, we lived and laughed in this house, and felt deeply connected to it. The problems started when we began to box up to move out. We had moved our matress from the upstairs bedroom to the downstairs living room, to make it accessible for the movers. Each evening before bed, I would head upstairs to check things out before shutting out the lights downstairs for sleep. Each morning when I went upstairs to read the paper on the porch off of the bedroom, the two closet doors would be open. I would shut them, thinking my husband had opened them. (though, why would he...we had emptied the closets for the move) After a few days, I mentioned the closets to him. As an experiment, we put heavy boxes in front of the closets to keep them from opening. But the opening didn't stop. Soon, at night, lying downstairs, we could actually HEAR the boxes being moved. We would go up, find it freezing, the boxes moved, but the closet doors not opened. The morning of the move, once again I went upstairs to bring the boxes down for the truck. As I was moving down the stairs I heard distinctly, two children giggling, and one crying. We moved out that day, and I told my husband that evening. He called the landlord and was told that the house had been used as an elementary school in the late 1800's, because the original elementary school had burned down. It was apparently a school house for one year. That's my story. B. in New York.
The Old House
jstewart@icdc.com
My husband and I bought an old Victorian house in D**********, Chester County, PA. It was a definite fixer-upper; the previous owners had really let it go to seed. They did a lot of "cosmetic work" (including putting Pergo over the original hard wood), but let the serious structural work go for at least 20 years. We closed on the house in 1999 -- right after we got married. I started researching, and discovered that the house was originally built as a boarding house for railroad workers -- somewhere between 1890 and 1896. We immediately began to refurbish and remodel. THAT'S when the weirdness started. The third floor was where we started. In both rooms, the plaster was water-damaged, and too old to take a patch, We started to knock it down, in order to re-plaster. It was in the third floor great room walls that we found several curious items, which we saved: a man's pillowtick railroader's cap, a ladies' black straw mourning cap (with veil), several ladies' undergarments (corsets and such), several small medicine bottles, American flags with 38 stars on them, and a box of old letters -- most of which were illegible. The appeared to have been deliberately secreted there -- almost all of it was neatly bundled up in a roll of canvas. As soon as we opened the walls, I got extremely uncomfortable in the house. I felt like I was not alone, and that someone was watching me. It got bad enough that I would not work on the house by myself -- especially not on the third floor. Tools began disappearing and reappearing in odd places. A screwdriver left in the second-floor guest bedroom would pop up in the basement, or a box of nails would disappear from the laundry room and reappear in the attic....when no one had been in to work on the house. If I worked in the living room, I would hear what sounded like "phonograph music" -- sort of old and scratchy -- from the third-floor bedroom. To this day, I will not go up to the third floor bedroom -- even in broad daylight. Eventually, we stopped working on the third floor altogether -- it still isn't finished. All of this stepped up yet again when I became pregnant. Worse yet, I went into pre-term labor, and was put on bedrest. I was stuck in bed on the second floor for three and a half months. I could hear all sorts of patterings and movement from the third floor -- and I KNOW it wasn't mice,as we have 2 cats! (I know it wasn't the cats, either -- they won't go up there. Sometimes they sit at the foot of the stairs and just look up there.)One afternoon, it sounded as if someone was throwing boxes. Now that I have had the baby, things are still rollicking along up there. Our daughter will giggle at nothing, babble and baby- talk while staring at the doorway to her room....it really frightens me. Even as I type this, can hear furtive movements upstairs. I even hate walking past the doorway to go back and forth to the bathroom.
Ghost Tale
Tnvols4me@aol.com
As a teenager, I found myself spending the summer in Tennessee with my sister who was in college. She had a nice apartment in the Knoxville area, but for a teen that wasn't old enough to drive, I found my time alone while she was busy kinda boring. Walking around the back of the apartment complex, I noticed a fenced in area that had a small opening in it. When I looked inside I found a grown over family graveyard that dated many years back. The whole area was just open weeds with one tall oak tree sitting over on the side. I climbed in and looked around the area noticing that the way I came in was the only way in or out of this since the fence was a good 6 foot solid fence. Being bored and being the type that hates to see grave markers grownover, I took it on myself to clean this graveyard up that summer. I managed to get all the weeds down and get all the rocks cleaned to where you could read them. I noticed the one directly in front of the opening was of a young girl not much different in age than I was at the time. I found myself as a kids standing there and talking to the deceased as if they were there. Asking them if they liked the way I had cleaned the place up and asking if there was anything else that needed to be done. I was sitting there one day in front of the rock for the young girl and was just jabbering to her as I stared at the opening in the fence that I had crawled through. All of a sudden I noticed something out of the corner of my eye and I turned to the right. There under the oak tree sat a girl about my age looking at a book. At first I thought, cool, someone to talk to, but as I said Hi and she looked up, I realized that she was dressed in very old style long dress and a chill went through me. I dove through the opening in the fence shaking at the thought of seeing the ghost of the girl I had been talking to. As I got to the outside, better senses prevailed and I thought, wait a minute you dummy. That is just a young girl and you are blowing your chance to get to know her and she was very pretty. I turned right back around and climbed back through that opening. I looked under the tree, but nobody was there. I walked all around that little area and never did see her again. There was no way anyone could have gotten out of there without me seeing them, so I guess maybe that was her and this was her way of showing me that she appreciated what I had done for her family.
Ghost In My Apartment
cdalton1@frontiernet.net
I moved into an apartment, well more like a duplex, it was an old house that had been converted into a double. At first things were fine, but then some things started to happen. There was this one time when I was scolding my two young girls for something and the blender was on the counter and plugged in w/o the pitcher, but it was turned off and had been for quite some time, anyway the girls were leaning against the frig and I was scolding them when suddenly the blender just turns itself on we all were like 'oh my God'. Then in the same house I would be getting ready for work early in the morning and I always felt like there was someone watching me, I'd be taking a shower and the door would be open when I got out, even though I know that I closed it. Then one time the scariest part was when I was sleeping down stairs on the couch and woke up to voices whispering. At first I thought that it was my girls, so I looked but only saw my dog, went back to sleep, though only to wake up to the feeling, the actual pressure of someone sitting beside me and holding both my arms and at the same time hearing whispering, saying,"Ok,hurry, hurry before she wakes up, she's going to wake up." That freaked me out so I went upstairs to sleep in my room. Next to my side of the bed was a table with a glass of water sitting on it, after I laid in the bed the glass fell over when I reached over to pick it up I felt a very cold air, so being freaked and curious, I reached out my other arm to feel the air over there and it was much much warmer. I wasn't really afraid of thease things as i was facinated by them, but needless to say I moved anyway due to other circimstances, and have experienced nothing since.
Ghost in the Hospital
quiksand@ix.netcom.com
In North Miami off 441 just off the Cloverleaf Interchange, an abandoned hospital sits off the expressway. The best view of the hospital comes from the Palmetto Expressway, as you get on the highway from 163rd street. A friend of mine was working security there for a short period of time, so some of us went to visit him. He would sit on the 1st floor right next to the morgue. Keep in mind, the hospital is completely empty except for some equipment. My security guard friend told us stories of how the place was haunted and how he heard weird noises during the night. One story he spoke of was of a woman who was giving birth, but had to be taken to O.R. to deliver...the story goes the woman died during the birth, but to this day she still roams around on the second floor in search of her baby. On two occassions we roamed the hospital taking a look around, and let me tell you the feeling was a scary one. We walked through the O.R. on the second floor and we walked through the emergency room and cafeteria, and it was freaky. But the scariest moment happened on my second visit. My friends and I rode the elevators to different floors inside, and we would mess around by trying to leave each other out of the elevator, stuck on the floor. Some floors were lit up, while others were pitch black. We ended up on one floor and got out of the elevator. Can't remember the floor. The hallway had a lanolium tile, like in schools. We were about a quarter of the way down the hall, when we heard the noise of someone screeching their shoes against the floor as if they were walking. The thing was, no one else was in the hallway but us. The scary part is, that noise kept getting close as if the person was walking towards us. So we hauled ass, and made our way into the stairwell, and closed the door behind us. As we made our way down the stairs toward the first floor and exit we heard the sound enter the stairwell, that sent goosebumps down my spine...I was totally spooked after that incident, I never returned. To this day if you drive by the hospital, different room lights are lit. But it's impossible, someone is turning on the lights, cause the hospital is empty...So who's doing it???
Poisonous Plant Lady haunts Miami
RedandBlack.com
MIAMI -- Julia Morton, aka Poisonous Plant Lady, has been said to haunt the University of Miami's Media Relations building since her death in 1996. Morton worked in the building as a botanist and began living in it after Hurricane Andrew destroyed her house in 1992. As one of the world's leading botanical experts, Morton created the Morton Collectanea in Fairchild Tropical Garden, which has been used as a major source of information by poison control centers throughout the country. In the 60s, she was sent by the National Institute of Health to seek the causes of an epidemic of esophageal cancer in South Carolina. Later, during the Vietnam War, the Department of Defense sent her to Southeast Asia to research and write survival instructions for troops. Michelle Baro, a student at the university from 1990-1994 and an employee at the Media Relations building since 1991, says that she saw Julia Morton before and after she died. "I don't remember the date exactly when I was working in my office upstairs and I saw her walking in the courtyard," Baro said. "She always wore dresses and some sort of 'turban' on her head, and this day that I saw her she was walking as she always did from her office across the courtyard to the front office wearing her fuchsia head piece." Baro said that she also saw the ghost of Julia Morton in the office that Morton had occupied before the building was remodeled. Keith Bowermaster, online communications manager for the Division of Communications at UM, says he saw Julia during his second week working, before he had heard the stories. He says he saw her on one of the staircases in the courtyard area of the building. "As I walked through the lobby door into the courtyard, I saw something -- or someone -- on the stairs to my right out of the corner of my eye. When I turned to look nothing was there," Bowermaster said. "Later that day I jokingly asked co-workers if the building was haunted because I saw a ghost that morning." The university plans to build a new building on the site of the current Media Relations building. "If the Media Relations building is haunted by the ghost of Julia Morton, she's a friendly ghost," Bowermaster said. "But it makes you wonder: if she's here, will she occupy University Village, which will be built on this property, and will she be happy that her 'home' was torn down?"
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