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Ghost Stories and Spirit Encounters Sent in by Readers


"The Ghost in You" by J-u-d-a-s

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These are some of the ghost stories and spirit encounters that have been sent in by readers.

Hi my half-breed name is Reanha. I'm a werewolf and a vampire. I'm only 16 years old. Well since I was little I've been able to see lots of things. Just recently I taught my self to see demons and others things. Its cool and nervewracking at the same time, but I also taught myself to not be afraid of them. Some are nice and some are mean. I also learned to talk with them and go to the shadow realm. I don't know if you have heard of it. To go in you must be ready for anything. Anyhow I can't tell you exactly what they look like, because they don't all look the same. If you Starwitch or anyone else wants to ask a question my email is soul.demon.e@gmail.com. thank you for your time.


I don't know where to begin, I am a 34 year old man from Ohio and have seen more spirits than I can seriously recall. I suppose if I were to tell one about an event which would truly captivate I would begin with the end, or close enough to it to call it the end. I was twelve, it was a bright beautiful June afternoon in mid-Ohio, bluebird skies and cool breezes of summer blew. My parents had gone into town for the afternoon leaving my sister and I to tend to the house. I had finished my afternoon chores on the farm where we lived and walked into the house to find my older sister. I found her easily enough in the kitchen preparing to cook lunch o the stove. Seeing that I had just come from the barn I went into the bathroom to take a quick shower before the planned lunch of hamburgers and fries. During my shower I was interrupted by a crackling sound that frightened and intrigued me simultaneously. Stepping from the shower I covered my naked twelve year old body with a towel I had retrieved from the cupboard in the small bathroom and went towards the door. As I opened the door I was met with a wall of flame that licked the ceiling of our modest farm house. In a state of confusion and panic and fear I retreated back in the bathroom. But the bathroom was small with only one window towards the top of the wall too far for my twelve year old frame to reach. The bathroom door, being the only exit, led into the kitchen of the small farmhouse which was typical for the era, houses being re-fit with running water and plumbing as an "after-the-fact" upgrade typically saw the kitchen and bathroom together or at the least in close proximity. I quickly realized my only option was through the fire towards the open door at the other end of the kitchen. I quickly and very loudly asked for protection in this peril as I had on many other occasions and leapt out into the fire. When the fire department arrived the went to work quickly getting gear and hoses ready to fight the blaze which by now had engulfed the entire house. They found, to their amazement, that after five minutes of fighting the blaze to enter the house there was a twelve year old boy helping them. I had been standing in the doorway with a garden hose I had retrieved from the well outside and was spraying the kitchen flames as fast as I could. It took the well trained and well equipped men five minutes to get the heat low enough so as not to melt the face masks they wore to get to the place I was. In the aftermath of that tragic fire I overheard the fire chief talking with my father, he couldn't understand how such a thing could be. A naked young man standing in a place where his Kevlar clad men could not at an estimated 1600 degrees and the foot prints were worse. Footprints that had went from the bathroom out through the kitchen and back again, stamped into the melted linoleum, and the other set? Where did the other set come from,, no one else was there, the other daughter had run out the front door and down to the neighbors for help. The other set was intriguing to them all but not to me. For as I ran through the fire and stood there defiant with the hose and protected our house he protected me the grumpy old man. In all our years together he never spoke a word, never offered a gesture, never showed emotion so I called him grumpy but he was there, always there. And as I stood there that day without a scratch on me listening to the fire chief pondering all the questions he couldn't answer I had to smile to myself, for I as a twelve year old child realized I knew something he did not. My friend had saved me that day, in doing so he had left the only physical evidence of his existence that I am aware of and only I knew it. We only saw him one more time after that day, a couple of days later after a day spent cleaning up the aftermath of that horrible fire my mother had forgot her purse and we returned to the house to retrieve it. As we turned into the lane of the house a blue light could be seen moving from room to room through the smoke glazed windows. My parents assumed a burglar and ran into the house, but I knew better so I stayed in the car. You see the "grumpy" man was making his usual rounds as if nothing had happened. What my parents saw in that house when they ran in I never was told, only that after that night they never asked me about the footprints again.


Hi my name is Lee

I know its probably nothing but when I was younger me and my sister both saw the same ghost in a mine, (which is understandable as it has been used since Neolithic times!). I think it was a specter it was a pair of army boots and gloves running down a passage and back up again.


Hello, today I'm going to tell you about a spirit sighting that had happened to me. It was a few years back when I lived with my mom after my dad died. My good friend Ashley and I was in my bedroom playing games. We was not aware that my uncle Tim was calling us. We heard nothing but the voice of the figure that was before us. I remember it like it was yesterday. A transparent figure was standing at the door frame staring at us. All of a sudden we heard a voice say my name, "Starwitch, Starwitch." Then it went away. It sounded like my father James. Me and Ashley ran out to where the rest of my family was. They was trying to get in the house because they said it started to shake and was worried about something falling on us. I told them the story they keep a eye on my the rest of the day but I had many more experiences after that well multiple things.

Thank you
Starwitch Greene


Hey, I stumbled across your website and just wanted to share a few of my experiences I have had in my life. I have had realistic dreams of strangers dying since I was about 12 years old (I'm 25 now), and for some reason I have had quite a few encounters with spirits over the years.

Most recently, I had this dream every night for about 2 1/2 weeks:
My husband, son, mother and myself were walking up a small concrete path to what felt like our home. The sun had just set and the weather was a little chilly, so it felt like March around seven at night. As we approached the front door, I noticed that the black security screen was open. It felt like this screen was always locked and always shut. I walked into the house first and noticed that most of the lights were on. When you enter the house, you are standing in the living room, there is a small bedroom and bathroom directly off to your right hand side (while facing north). After taking a few more steps into the living room, I noticed that the back door leading to the back yard had a small window that was wide open. At this point you are standing dead center in the living room, the kitchen is to your right, and you need to walk through the kitchen to get to the back door (heading east). My husband, son and mother have all entered the house as well by now and I really start to feel the stress and fear amongst everyone. Immediately my mother reaches for a corded phone on the end table and calls the police. It feels like a robbery, but once the police arrive we are told nothing can be done and we need to lock up the house and stay alert. The police leave and ask us to call if we have any problems. Time has passed fairly quickly at this point and everyone wants to get some sleep, but I can still feel all the fear. The stress and nervousness has completely vanished, only complete and utter fear remains constant right now. We all turn to our left (heading west) and walk towards a small hallway that leads to, two more bedrooms and the main bathroom. I start to set up beds in the bedroom farthest to the west of the house, and then I hear a noise in the kitchen. I walk to the front of the hallway, my back is facing the bedroom that no one is sleeping in and my mother says, "Steph someone is behind you." I turn around and first notice the bedroom window is open with the curtains half way blowing outside of it. At that moment a woman ghosts over to me with her arms (palms up) stretched out towards me. She is about 5'5", 120 lbs, she looks to have some type of Hispanic heritage. She has thick, glossy, straight chocolate brown hair that is tied loosely in a low pony tail with a few strands on her face. Her eyes are dark and she looks dirty, as if she were hiking for days in the sun. She is wearing a sleeveless white cotton night gown that falls just below her knees. The night gown has a cotton scalloped edging around the bottom and three small pearl buttons. I looked at her arms more closely and realized that the insides were covered in scratches. She looked right into my eyes and said, "Help Denis." Then I wake up.

Now most of my dreams are like this, I could describe every detail of decoration in that house that I have never seen. All my dreams are always about people dying or disappearing. They are all really vivid and I still remember dreams I had 10 years ago, right down to the lines in a persons face. I usually do not talk about these dreams with anyone. This dream was actually the first dream I have ever shared with my husband. I had the dream in March and he talked me into Googling Denis in the West Hills, CA area. I ended up finding an obituary for a Denis from West Hills, CA online. He died on the same day that the dream stopped. I don't know if that is just coincidence or not, but I do that I have read more than enough of the dream books to try to decipher my dreams and not one of them had any type of explanation. My mom and my grandma have these same dreams, but there dreams are not about people dying. I snuck out of the house when I was 14 to go to a party, and 4 hours after I got to the party my mother pulled up to the address and said she had a dream about the address.

When I was 20 I was in a really bad car accident. My steering wheel was broken in half and I some how managed to not go off the bridge, even though my car was rolling. I walked away without even a paper cut sized scratch anywhere on me. I just remember thinking that I am fine, while my car was rolling, nothing will happen to me and I will walk right up to the ambulance to tell them I don't need their services.

When I was 8 years old, I had a little girl in my bedroom every night for 6 months. Her name was Ashley and she just sat there and cried. She never asked for help.

I could go on and on, but I don't want to write a novel. I don't really mind if I don't ever get an explanation about my dreams or experiences, I just thought it would be nice to finally start sharing them. I have held them in for so long thinking that something was wrong with me. The great thing about it all is that I have never had a moment of panic during these experiences and dreams. Everything felt real, serene, like it would be fine, it was natural. I feel like this is the way I am suppose to be.

Thanks for listening,
Stephanie Leaman


I have seen a spirit wandering my house it is of my great grandmother never before have I met her but she whispers my name slowly and coldly in the night. at midnight under the full moon she was in my yard waving and calling to me she seemed so real but I couldn't believe it I rubbed my eyes quickly but when I opened them she was gone the days after that I saw everything anyone could either imagine or not I saw other spirits other relatives and some alive but I heard thoughts like my great grandmother was warning me of my future or what is to come. the day after hearing thoughts she said beware or stay away from the tree. then I went anyway on impulse and I broke my wrist.


About a year ago, I was sitting in my little room at the back of the house. It was late and I was sleepy. I checked the time, it must have been around 11:30pm when I looked up, and saw a small girl with blonde locks in my house. She smiled at me and was holding a rose in her hands, she must have been around 6 years old. Her face was so real and detailed, I wasn't sure what to believe, but I thought I saw a spirit.

It wasn't until a few weeks ago, I was in the same back room that I saw a young girl around the age of 12. She had long black hair, and had hung herself by the door. She wore a grey night gown and was bare footed.

I believed I could see spirits from then on, but haven't seen any lately. I asked them to not appear to me, because I was afraid of them. I am wiccan and asked the goddess to watch over me.

Sadie, 14


It first started when I was 6 and I saw a ghost. It didn't look human to me, it looked like a shadow that was glowing, and it moved past my bedroom door. Every night ever since I could remember I hear voices. It sounds as though people were having conversations in my room right next to me, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. This went on for years and I just assumed that I was crazy. I just wanted to ignore them and go about my life. Well, I'm 21 now and I have realized that I am a clairvoyant medium. When I meet people I see images of what has happened to them in their past. For example a car crash, a birthday party, or the death of a loved one. I found out I was a medium when I kept seeing my friend's brother that had passed away 10 years before. He showed me what he did when he was alive, the exact date of when their aunt was going to pass away and much more. I have a friend who just discovered she is like me. She and I hear and see the same people that have passed. But it's not always great being able to hear and see spirits. Sometimes the bad ones come, and they're terrifying. They show images of people being massacred and cut up. I'm still trying to figure out how to keep them away, but it takes practice. So, that's my story.

Ashley


Hi my half-breed name is Reanha. I'm a werewolf and a vampire. I'm only 16 years old. Well, since I was little I've been able to see lots of things. Just recently I taught my self to see demons and other things. Its cool and nerve-racking at the same time, but I also taught myself to not be afraid of them. Some are nice and some are mean. I also learned to talk with them and go to the shadow realm. I don't know if you have heard of it. To go in you must be ready for anything. Anyhow I can't tell you exactly what they look like, because they don't all look the same. If you, Starwitch, or anyone else wants to ask a question my email is soul.demon.e@gmail.com. Thank you for your time.

Reanha


I have seen a few spirits, I have seen them all my life (which isn't long considering I'm 12) but I have seen them more since my nana died. The first encounter I faced was a 8 year old boy who sat next to me and told me how he died (by drowning), the next was a woman who was in the police force and was shot, she seemed to be distant. The most recent spirit I have seen was a tall tanned man in a hat with a half burned face he attacked me and kept saying that I was the one who killed him. I've found that the majority of the time I see spirits it is in relation to a song, the 8 year old boy was my Chemical Romance - "Cemetery Drive", the police officer was my Chemical Romance - "You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison" and the man was an Insane Clown Posse song. But the strongest spirit I talk to (my nana ) has been drawn to me by Evanescence- "My Immortal".

Shannon

Dear Shannon,

It's fascinating that you've seen so many spirits and they come to you when you are listening to certain music. I'm guessing that if you wanted to attract more positive spirits to you, you could try listening to positive music. I wrote an article about the effect of different types of music on your spirit and well-being. It may or may not apply to your situation, but if you want to read it, it's here: Negative Music and it's Effect on You.

Bright Blessings,
Starwitch


My name is DeVian and I am 20 years old...

I have no idea whether I was blessed with the gift to see spirits, hear other people's thoughts, and read people's energies in the form of auras.

I've begin seeing spirits at the age of 7, when I first saw my Grandfather walking into my room and patting me on my head, and sometimes I still see my Grandmother and she passed away in June of 2008... her facial expressions usually symbolize how things will be the next day, and sometimes, she will converse with me when I have a problem.

I began hearing other people's thoughts in late 2003 when I converted to Wiccan in 8th Grade. I first heard my best friend's thoughts about a guy I liked and I heard his thoughts about me staring at him.

And Aura readings... I don't know where that came in... I'm guessing at 2, cause my saw a green fire around my Great Aunt, I told my Mom, that she was gonna have money soon, and 2 days later, my Great Aunt hit the Lottery for 3 million dollars.

I also have some telekinesis ability... sometimes when I have a nightmare, wherever I sleep, the whole room vibrates softly or enough for it to wake up some others if the dream is extremely awful.

I'm glad to know that there are others out there that are like me or even understand me...


Hey there. I'm writing to tell you about my seeing spirits. Believe it or not I see them everyday. Sometimes I can't tell if they're real or fake. By that I mean that sometimes they look so much like others that I can't tell if they're dead. My mother is a White Witch Wiccan. That means that she practices good magic. She casts spells for insight, guidance, thanks, stuff like that. She is also a psychic/medium. I guess I get my traits from her because that is what I am too. I see the dead everyday and I can't really control it. I see it as a gift.

Juana :]


Hi. I am a medium. I have seen spirits for as long as I can remember, and I'm only 16. I can also see into the future with my dreams. When I was about 3 years old, my parents showed me a picture of my (long ago) deceased great aunt. I said, before she could say a word, "Hey, I know her. That's great aunt ________. She was really nice to me!" The irony is that my parents never told me about her. Funny though, now and then my grandpa (who died when my mom was 16) comes to check on me. He sits on the foot of my bed a lot! And then there was this one kid in my school that I was close to that died ...he got hit by a car. I started to see his spirit wander the halls during my after-school play practices. No one believed me, but, I saw him and he spoke to me. He told me to tell some people how great his time on earth was.

I have taken care of so many spirits that it is almost like my job! I you have any Q's or comments, e-mail me!

Amanda


My grandma came to see me after she passed. It was in a dream. She died of old age and diabetes she was in a lot of pain all the time. But in my dream it was a holiday she had on a green dress she always wore for the holidays and she wasn't in her wheelchair. She was sitting there talking and laughing and she told me, "It's ok I'm better now. I'm not in any more pain." That is the last time I have seen her in a dream or has she came to me. It was after she passed.

Amanda


My parents had started their divorce when I was roughly 12 years old. They started hating each other so bad that it affected me. Then when the divorce was final, I had to go move away from my home with my step-mother who I disliked. She hated me as well and we didn't get along. I hated where I lived and who I lived with, which caused me to go into a depression. The only thing I could trust was my dear ferret which I'd had since I was seven, she was my best friend that I love dearly. But after a month, she died. I became more heart-broken and shut down my feelings and was like the living dead. Two months later, I noticed that someone or something was watching me. Everywhere I went, I could feel it near me and just watching what I do. So I looked around to find out what dared to disturbed my sulking life. After a week I saw with my two very own eyes my homework slide over toward the fire pit. It wasn't scary, but was actually entertaining watching my homework slide around the room making its way over to the fire. I knew then that this creature was a spirit. And I did save my homework before it caught on fire.

The next few days became better for me. My step mother left me alone and we didn't fight for a while, and this spirit became my best friend. It did nothing to harm me, in fact, it helped me out of my depression. After two weeks of befriending it, I drew a picture of a boy, about two years older than me that reminded me of the spirit. I got up and went to the restroom and came back to see writing on the corner of the paper. It was in a script-like writing that read, Hidachi. I knew then that this spirit was the boy and his name was Hidachi. My family whom I had lived with has never seen or feel what Hidachi has done. He was careful of hiding the fact. After a month of learning more about Hidachi, one morning, while getting ready for school, at 6 am, I went and turned on music very low while I ate breakfast. The stereo was really old and you would have to turn the dial using a lot of strength to turn up the volume. After I put on the song and sat down, the music all-of-a-sudden started blaring on high. I raced to turned it off, but was shocked that it had turned itself up. But then knew it was Hidachi. I could feel him laughing at me. Slowly I felt better about myself and came out of my depression shell. I made a best friend at school, even though we were different genders, and we trusted each other so much that I know that we are soul mates. I trusted him right away, which is weird because I still have a super hard time trusting people. I don't even trust my lifetime friend who lived at my old home. We spilled secrets to each other and I learned that his life was sucky like mine. And I was the only person he trusted too. I told him about Hidachi and Hidachi was glad that I had told him, because I later found out that my best friend was haunted by demons which want him to do evil deeds, causing him to get hurt and suffer pain. When I turned 15, this summer of 2009, I went back to visit my father who lived at my old home. I also found out that my step-mother was leaving me to live with my father whom I had wanted to live with. No more stress, fights, and a sucky life. I was so excited to find that out because I had known it was the doing of Hidachi. I still texted and chatted to my soulmate 24/7 and we both hope that he can come visit my home up in Alaska. After a month passed of living with my father, I noticed that Hidachi was leaving. I said my good-byes as Hidachi left to go help my soulmate with his life. That Hidachi was a spirit that helped my emotional troubles and changed my life forever. Yes I am 15, and no I am not lying. I never thought that a spirit, who lived 3 hundred years ago, can change my life and give me a lifetime soul mate.

-KB


I have seen spirits many times in my life. So many in fact that sometimes recently it is hard to tell the difference between the real world and the spiritual. Whether it is only faces or whole bodies, most of what I see is scary... to most, anyhow. They are not evil they just died cruelly or some never got the chance to live and they actually have spent forever in the spirit form. What we call them is not spirits. They don't really have names. Some are dangerous and some are protectors. On one occasion I had to save my friend from a malevolent presence. Her memories of that day are completely gone. The presence was around 6' something, hooded in dark clothing, sunken-in eyes, they were extremely piercing like they were looking into my soul for some kind of pain to use against me. His body was skeletal and he was the only one out of the hundreds of thousands I have seen that terrified me. I saved my friends life that day and pledged to her that I would protect her no matter what and that whatever happened, he would have to kill me first before getting to her. She is my sister. They are all around my school and my city. They are all different. Some are similar but still not.

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