are some of the ghost stories and spirit encounters that have been
sent in by readers.
My family is very open to spirits. Except me.
I've always been afraid of them. But I'm also extremely drawn to
them. I love my Ouija board and make it a tradition to watch "A
Haunting" and "Ghost Hunters" every time they're on. Anyhow, my
mother has had many, many experiences...We sometimes believe she's
After my great grandmother died about two
years ago, my mom went through a tough time coping. It was really
hard when we had to go through all of Grandma's things. But one
night, my mother had a hard time sleeping...She heard some ruffling
in the living room where the boxes filled with my grandmothers
things were. Startled, my mother got up and searched for the noise.
It was my grandma. She was looking through her things, smiling, and
I do believe, however, my grandmother touched
me and has come to me in my dreams. One of the first times I've used
the Ouija board I contacted her. It was quite emotional since she
had just recently passed away. One of my friends that was there had
told me to ask if she could touch me. I know it isn't recommended to
ask a spirit to do anything outside of the board but love got the
best of me, so I asked her. At midnight that night, I felt a warm
spot on my leg. It was a weird feeling...It was soothing though. And
I really felt it was her. And a few nights later, she came to me in
my dreams. She told me she was proud of me. And that I was
beautiful. And only a few nights ago she came again. We had dinner
I don't know if this was just my imagination
or not. But maybe you've heard of experiences comparable to mine and
I hope these experiences help you and/or
Hello, my name is Alex. I lived in a town
called East Hampton, CT. In our town, we had a lot of weird events
happen, especially in our coven. We had about a standard coven at
one point (seven people), but one of them was an idiot. He insulted
the devil during a wineglass session at our choice meeting spot (we
called it "Grove der Ouden", which is Dutch for "Grove of the
Ancients," based on a quite old Native spirit who inhabited it) and
apparently, the spirit we were in contact with, who was an ancestor
of a member of our coven named Aly, had to tell him. He (mentally)
tortured me. I was to be his first target because I was the main
Shaman of our coven, so my soul was more open to spirit
communication, until we made a pact. The member of the coven who had
insulted him had to leave our coven and never study Wicca again and
had to convert to Devil Worship. That was the start of our last
coven, which only had three, the three most talented of us, Aly, who
was a superb spell caster and charmer, Brad, our healer and the
strongest of us, and me, the Shaman and spirit communicator. As a
coven we tried to amplify our powers, and we did. Aly's charms and
spells were stronger than anything we had ever seen. Brad could heal
open wounds and sap us of our energy (I know, its hard to believe.
We didn't at first.) And I, who could formerly mostly only sense
spirits, could see many of them pure as day. I suppose that's our
story. Oh, and we liberated seven trapped spirits, malevolent ones,
who were disturbing local forests and our lake. They were all
trapped, and we tried our best to help them. And we did! If you want
specific stories, you can email me at this address. Thank you for
It was late last April. I was babysitting for
a family that I have known for what seems like forever. I put the
kids to bed and went to watch TV. I was slowly dozing off waiting
for the parents to get home when I had an odd feeling of being
watched. I looked over to my left, just out of instinct, and a lady
dressed in pure white with long curly hair walked out of the hall. I
know some people think I was tired and my mind was playing tricks on
me, but I swear on my heavenly father that she was there. I stood up
in shock. She smiled and walked to the living room where I was
standing. She looked me in the eyes and I knew what I was to do. I
ran to the little girl's room. I was shocked to see her lying there
pale as a ghost and freezing cold. I picked her up and called the
hospital. Turns out her body was shutting down and if I hadn't have
gotten to her then she might have died. Ever since that day, I watch
for the lady when I babysit. She saved her life and I can't be more
Every house I have ever lived in
has been haunted. I think that I have a connection to the dead.
Perhaps it was because of all my homes, heredity, or possibly
because I have suffered many losses of close friends and family.
Anyway, instead of telling things of my own house, I want to tell
you of my cousins house that actually turns out to be an old slave
house. I know the spirits there are angry. I could feel it the first
time I stepped foot into her house.
There are plenty of strange
stories there. Take, for example, the scratching of walls with no
scientific explanation, seeing eyes staring at you from cracks of
the old wooden house, hearing a voice whisper in your ear when you
are all alone. Things like that, things that send chills down my
spine even though I am a genuinely brave person.
Once, me and my cousin walked
into her room which is upstairs in her house. That seems to be where
most of the paranormal phenomena occur. One of her porcelain doll's
head lifted up from its shoulders and flew across the room. I knew I
FELT something. Before I walked in... I felt anger. I just thought
maybe my cousin was upset at me, but I found out that the spirit
inside her room was very angry.
That night we stayed up late as
usual. We heard scratching under her bed, checked under to see if it
was a rat or something, after all that was a very likely chance in a
house like hers. Of course, nothing was under there, nothing VISIBLE
to us anyway. I felt a presence. I felt the anger and a mix of
despair. But what could I do to help it? To this day the angry
spirit lurks in her room, making anyone that goes in there feel
uneasy, even if they wont admit it.
On February 3, 2007 my sister-in-law passed
away. My hubby & family took her to Puerto Rico for the funeral.
Keep in mind I did not know what she was wearing when she was laid
to rest. That night after getting home from the airport, I got ready
for bed. I was alone in the house, besides my cat. I was watching TV
and all of a sudden I see a beautiful white shadow in the hallway. I
could not make out the face. But she resembled my sister-in-law. I
felt a very loving warmth come over me.
When the family got back. I described to my mother-in-law what she
was wearing (sister-in-law). She fell to the ground & started to
cry. Asked me how did I know.
I have a 11 month old daughter named after her. I have nights I can
see her watching over her as she sleeps.
May God Bless & All His Angels,
I wandered across your site looking for some
interesting spells to try. And the spirits and ghosts caught my
attention so I figured I'd tell you my story.
There was a spirit in my house that we recently moved into. Me and
my mom saw him. He was a tall guy wearing a black trench coat. He
had spiky brown hair. He always has his face like blacked out so you
can't see it.
The first time me and my mom saw him we were standing in the kitchen
cleaning up the house because we were just moving into the house and
it smelled like it was closed off for years. And we both felt like
there was someone standing behind us so we tuned around to look and
there he was. Both of us weren't really scared just surprised.
He was popping up a lot. Letting us know he was there by shutting
cabinets, unplugging the vacuum, and just showing up.
But we're starting to think that either another spirit has come or
he doesn't like having us here.
I never felt comfortable in my mom's room. I always felt like there
was someone else in there. I started to believe there was something
in there when she told me that she walked into her room after taking
a shower and she tripped over nothing. Then she heard someone say
something that she couldn't quite make out. Everyone else was
After I smudged (Walked around all the
doorways with sage) Hoping to clear the house, I never felt/saw
either spirit again.
I kind of miss the kitchen guy though. :[
I am 15 and my parents would probably have
me carted away if she knew half the stuff I sometimes see.
The first occasion was when I was much younger, about six, I think,
and it scared me a lot. I awoke in the early hours of the morning to
hear noises coming from under my bed, which sounds so stereotypical.
But the house was only two years old so there was nothing wrong with
the floor boards, so out of curiosity I decided to take a look. As I
leant over the top of the bunk, well I’m not all too sure what
happened but I ended up back at my pillow with a sore head. As I sat
back up I saw them. There were two figures at the end of my bed,
their featureless bodies and faces staring at me. One black and one
pink though I suppose it could have been white since I had my pink
night light on. As I looked at them, fear taking over my body, the
pink/white one made a threatening gesture and they vanished without
a trace. When I awoke in the morning I wondered why they had been
under my bed. I didn't keep anything special under there except a
few dolls, paper and the key I once found in the garden. I'm not
sure why but whatever these things were, they'd taken my key.
I managed to forget the incident for a number of years and then I
had a dream. The day after I had the dream it happened. Every single
detail that had happened was relayed into my activities. Then the
night of the two figures sprung up from the depths of my mind and I
thought that perhaps somehow the two were linked. But after
confiding in a few friends, only one believing me, the others found
it hilarious, I ignored it and nothing happened for years.
A few months back I started seeing this little girl. I'd see her on
street corners, in the middle of the road, and in front of houses. I
saw her when I was on my own and when I was with others. They'd
notice a change in me as I’d start to shake and practically have a
panic attack but they couldn't see her. It drove me mad that I was
the only one who could see the 1800's picture of perfection that she
was - except her face. Her face was scarred and her eyes were
pallid, she was solid but only just.
Then last Saturday my parents ditched me in the middle of London
late at night. It was around the area of where Jack the Ripper had
terrorized his victims. I was already nervous so therefore eager to
catch up with them. In desperation I climbed over what I thought was
a bench. A shiver passed down my spine and my breathing was suddenly
short. I turned and saw the inscription. "Here Lies The Body Of An
Unknown Girl". And although I didn't see any girl it was as if
she was there.
I know I'm probably just freaking out over nothing but I don't know
it all feels so real to me and I don't think it’s in my head. But I
am really in need of reassurance of whether I’m going crazy or I'm
actually seeing spirits, at which point I have to wonder why? These
incidents frighten me greatly and I do wonder whether there are
others experiencing such.
I was under the covers, trying to get warm. In
just a couple of minutes I was totally heated and had to go to the
bathroom. So I started to climb out of the covers - then froze, wide
eyed and hyperventilating.
You see, I always keep my door opened at night - at least I used to
- now I see that that was a mistake.
In my doorway was a woman - somewhere in her 20's, maybe early 30's,
with her hand on my wall. She just stood there, smiling at me.
I was scared stiff, and I couldn't stop
staring. Suddenly I just collapsed into my pillow and fainted.
A couple of months passed and I didn't tell
anybody. But eventually I had to tell someone, so I told my mother.
She showed me pictures of family members that had passed away, but
nobody looked familiar.
So another month later I was walking in my
upstairs hallway, looking at the pictures that I usually never took
any notice to. I froze.
"Mom, who's that?" I has asked, pointing at
"That's your Grandma - Daddy's mom. She died before you were
born," she answered.
"That's the woman who was standing in my doorway."
Ever since that night, I've never once left my door open again.
Note: This was a couple years ago, I was seven. And I never saw her
An Anonymous Eleven Year Old Girl
Ever since I was little I would hear strange
sounds, see things out of the corner of my eyes, and get really
strong feelings. Things started getting intense when I had my first
déjà vu experience. I had a dream about a shopping day my mom,
brother, sister, and me were having. Me and my sister were jumping
from these boulders outside the store and about a month later it
happened EXACTLY like in my dream. The day after the dream came true
I was sitting in class (I was in the 4th grade) when my hand was
suddenly jerked and twisted behind me. The moment it was happening I
whispered to myself, "Goddess protect me, PLEASE!" and I was
released. Having gotten the attention of everyone around me I sat
down and noticed that there was a man suddenly sitting in my
teacher's chair and she sat down in it and he disappeared. I almost
literally felt my heart drop down to my stomach. After that I saw
the man everyday, waiting for me at the entrance of my classroom and
I'd whisper "Go AWAY" and he would for the rest of the day.
Over the years I continued to see more and
more people that no one else seemed to notice at all. After about
three years of self-denial I finally began to try and interact with
them. About a year ago in the winter break of my high school
freshman year, I was sitting in my mom's boyfriend's living room
watching TV when I felt another presence in the house. Instinct told
me it was near the room where my siblings and niece were sleeping in
and I went to check in on them. Before I could even touch the door
knob every single bit of me was telling me to run but I couldn't
just leave the kids in there so I tried to open the door and was
thrown 5 feet back onto the computer in the hall. For some reason no
one else was woken up. I texted my step-sister and she immediately
came over. While she got to the house I tried once more to enter the
room and this time I could. Once in the room I was overpowered by
the smell of fruit and another unknown scent. Now that I knew that
the kids were safe I went back to the living room to wait for my
step-sister. When I heard her truck pulling in I opened the door. As
she was getting out we both heard a child's laughter. Being
startled, we left a note for my mom telling her where I was. Leaving
the house, I put a simple protection spell on the house and got into
my sis' truck. Pulling out I saw several figures on the porch, a
darkly dressed man, an elderly woman, and a little girl. Ever since
then I've felt them near the house, on the edge of my senses. The
man has followed me home from time to time, waking me from a dead
sleep, opening cabinets. He's not angry anymore but now I think he
gets a kick out of scaring my family and me sometimes. I guess when
it happens to you like it has to me you have no other choice but to
Ever since I was small, I always used
to see this shadow by my bed. I wasn't scared, I just saw it, and one
morning I woke up with a bright red spot on my body.
I don't know, this sound nuts to me, but a lot of things happened in
my life, e.g. I think I saw death already. I
cannot explain what it looks like, but in one word, a wind. It
happened when a friend of the family passed. I don't know what
happened, I was sitting outside just taking in some fresh air and I
saw this thing (creature) or something... I saw it going to the
house and seconds after I heard crying and screaming, saying that
she died. Honestly, up to this day I don't know what I saw.
I do not sleep with my lights off, I see things, I see... I don't
know... I feel them ... I know you might think I'm nuts, and believe
me, I think I am nuts too sometimes.
If you can please help me out...
My name is Katie Ayala, and I am just discovering the wide world
of Wicca. When I was doing some research on the internet I found
your website and saw that you wanted to hear about "spirit
sightings". I have one of those stories and would like to share
it with you.
It was a normal day in third grade and me and four of my best
friends were restless during our school play rehearsal. So we
decided to take a quick break and go off to the bathroom. Our
teacher assented and we went out the door that leads down to the
bathroom, but oddly the lights were not turned on. Being third
graders this did put most of them on edge, but I have never been
afraid of the dark and so I was pushed to the front of the group and
they huddled behind me hoping for some sort of protection. I knew my
friends, Christa and Evan, had this phobia, I had had to deal with
it in the past, so I willingly lead the way down the corridor. At
the bottom I turned the corner, and right in front of me was a
brilliant glowing white woman. Naturally, at the time, it scared the
crap (excuse me) out of me! So I immediately fled the scene, my poor
friends probably thought there was a mass-murderer on the other side
of the wall, since they all scattered like a flock of geese taking
off for flight. This has been my only visual encounter with a
spirit, and I only wish I had been older so I could have appreciated
her instead of feared her.
Seven years ago I was the maid of honor at my best friend's wedding.
Her family is from Monterrey, Mexico (Ciudad Allende, which is just
about 45 minutes from Monterrey) and the bride (Alma) asked me to
visit Allende with her to help her with all of her wedding
preparations. Her wedding was just one month away, so we were both
really excited to be there planning everything for her big day! Even
though she grew up in Austin, Texas, she chose Mexico for her
wedding because the majority of her family still lives there.
We drove in on a Friday morning and spent the entire weekend there.
Before this experience I had never actually seen or heard a spirit,
but I had always told myself that if I did see one I would probably
die from terror - if that's possible. Growing up we heard so many
terrifying tales of ghosts & tormented souls that I was really
terrified of the subject.
Friday evening we had dinner with several of Alma's relatives,
including the uncle, aunt & two boys that we were spending the night
with. After dinner the two boys showed us to our room - a small
bedroom at the back of the house just next to their backyard garden.
We had spent that entire day driving around & talking to the
different vendors that were helping with Alma's wedding, so by the
time that bedtime hit we were both pretty exhausted. We both went to
bed at about 10:00 p.m. but we felt like we had accomplished a lot
At around 4:00 a.m. in the morning I woke up to hear a lot of noise
coming from the kitchen that was towards the front of the house. I
could hear someone taking pans out of the cabinets and putting them
on the stove top. I could hear the stovetop being lit (the little
clicking noises it made). I could hear bacon sizzling on a pan. I
could hear the fridge repeatedly being opened & closed as the cook
was looking for her ingredients. I kept thinking to myself,
"wow...Alma's aunt must really love her husband to have gotten
herself up at this hour to make his breakfast." I was really
impressed by her even though I knew that most women in Mexico are
this subservient to their husbands. I even thought to myself, "no
way will you ever find me at 4:00 a.m. cooking breakfast for my
man!" Eventually the noise died down & I assumed that the aunt had
sent her husband off to work with a full belly.
The next morning as we all started waking up, I walked over to the
kitchen where Alma & her aunt were having coffee. I looked at her
aunt and said, "I heard you cooking this morning. Did your husband
leave for work already?" She looked at me like I was really confused
and she said, "my husband doesn't work today. It's Saturday. And
what do you mean you heard me cooking?" I looked at her again and
explained everything that I had heard...the pans being placed on the
stove, the fridge opening, the stove turning on. Alma and her aunt
looked at each other and then looked at me again and Alma said, "Are
you sure you heard this?" And I said, "YES! I'm positive. The noises
woke me up. Why?"
Alma's aunt turned to me again and as calmly as possible, she told
me she hadn't made breakfast that morning. She pointed out to me
that there weren't even dishes in the sink or drying in the dish
rack. Everything was exactly as we had left it the night before when
Alma & I had cleaned the kitchen.
They then sat down with me and told me that I must have heard the
spirit of Alma's grandmother, and her aunt's mother. They told me
that until I had been there, only the two young boys who lived there
had ever seen the woman walking around her garden outside. But
neither boy had seen her inside the house. I was the first person
who heard her inside the house. The two boys had seen their
grandmother at least once a month tending to her garden or walking
around just outside of their bedroom window. I soon learned that the
grandmother absolutely LOVED to cook, and would rise at 4:00 a.m.
every morning to make breakfast for her husband.
Until that experience I was really terrified about any encounters I
might have, but after that experience I learned that not all spirits
or ghosts are evil or have evil thoughts in mind. That's not to say
that I'll go spend the night in a known haunted house...I know I
could never do that. But if I ever actually see a spirit I know I
might not die of terror now. I might pass out from terror, but I
think I can survive it.
This is a true story...I can provide you with Alma's email address
to verify this if you would like verification!
Well, to be quite honest, I wasn't the one that saw the spirit (at
least on this occurrence) - it was my friend, Miranda. And the
strangest thing was that she was at a Christian Youth Group (Ok, so
I was there too, but I just go to see friends that I wouldn't get to
see otherwise (Like Miranda)) when it happened.
We were sitting in one of the side rooms, talking about stuff (that
I can't tell you), and we had the lights off because we like the
dark (WAY too much). All of a sudden, Miranda buries her face in her
arms, and cries for me to turn the light on. I get up and do so, and
come over to her, and ask her what happened.
She said she'd seen something large and shadowy moving across the
far side of the room, although we were alone. She told me that even
though she couldn't see it's face, she could tell it was looking at
her, and that she was afraid. We didn't turn the lights off, after
I'm not sure if what she saw was a real spirit, or just a trick of
her eyes, but it sure was scary as hell. Miranda told me afterward
that she saw things like that a lot, and she wasn't sure what they
meant, so I was wondering if you could help me - was it really a
spirit she saw, or does she just need glasses?
From reading the other stories people have sent in, it sounds like
your typical spirit sighting. I suppose it could have also been the
shadow of something walking outside of a window but is she sees
stuff like this a lot then she is probably psychically attuned to
the spirit world. If she needs help dealing with this, she can visit
Spiritual/Pagan Message Board and talk to
Elisa about it. Elisa is a psychic who works with
indigo children and crystal children. They each have their own forum
where you can ask them questions and they are both well-educated in
spirits and ghosts. They are also sensitive to the needs of
teenagers who are seeing spirits and feel they they have no one to
talk to about it.
Hi, I'm Kimberly-Ann and I'm 13. I moved into
the house I'm living in on February 23, 2001. We have an attic with
old documentation from the early 70s-on, left by the pervious
owners. I was the only one who would hear what sounded like slow
footsteps, caused by a medium-sized person in heavy boots. My
bedroom windows would be locked and I would be laying in my bed and
in the dead of night, my windows would unlock themselves and open
up. In 2003, I got this huge stereo and I had it on top of my
dresser, but I never had it plugged in. Well, It would turn itself
on to just a screeching noise.
I began to dream of this man. I could see his
shape, he wasn't as bulky as I had thought he was, but in my dreams
he was cold...Really cold. As the years continued to go on, for a
few months he appeared "gone", as in the footsteps were no longer
there. Then I realized it was just because I had gotten used to
them, and that realization unnerved me completely. I hated to be in
the house alone or in the dark, even when other family members were
A months later, in the spring of 2007, my
sister, Linea, came running into my room. She explained that she had
awoke with an uneasy feeling to see a white transparent figure
standing in her doorway. I asked her multiple times if she had been
dreaming, but she insisted she wasn't, so I kept her claim uncovered
in the back of my mind. That's when more eerie things began to
happen. I would be the only one in the house and lights would go on
and off and I would hear voices, multiple times with almost a yell
of my name. Every time I walked under my door frame into my room, I
would get complete chills. Nobody believed me or my sister, even
though the house would bring us to tears. Over Christmas in 2007, we
were starting to take out and put things in the attic and my dad
offered that I go up. So I took deep breaths going up the ladder
until I got my head into the attic and I see a dark figure far far
from the opening. He mouthed my name and I freaked out. But I put
the box in there anyways. He was inching toward me...I felt it get
colder than it was just milliseconds before and as I turned to climb
down the steps, something firm and rough grabbed a hold of me and
pushed me down the stairs and I had broken my ankle by it getting
caught on a step and twisting. My fears were much greater than the
I believe that was the beginning of the terror. I felt like no
matter where I turned inside this house, that someone was watching
me. When I looked at my reflection in the windows at night, I saw
more than me, I saw a figure, a white one, a woman. She seemed
gentle, but so had the man, and I'm positive he was the one who
tormented me at night inside my dreams and the one who had pushed me
out of the attic. The voices, footsteps, figures; they all stayed
the same no matter how many times in my tears and dreams I said
leave me alone. I would feel scared, upset, mad, and shy for no
reason inside my house, but I'd be perfectly fine outside my house.
On December 29th, 2008, I was sitting at the computer and it was
around 2 am I guess. I felt something looking at me, so I looked
down the hallway, and the black figure, presumably the male, walked
right through my mom's bedroom door into the hallway, where it then
turned and looked at me before disappearing. I blinked once,
wondering if I was going crazy. I happened to look down, and I saw
my dead cat.. She was sitting on the floor looking at me. That's
when I freaked out... The voices got louder and the black figure
came closer. I felt a weird uncontrollable urge to cry and that's
what I did. I asked my friend Robert if he could tell me any Bible
verses to help me rid my house of these things. I had no other way
to banish them other than the old fashioned ways - holy water,
candles, crosses, and the Bible. I was sure as hell intent on not
letting them be in my house any longer. My room was completely
cross-clad and everything. I heard the voices get almost louder and
madder inside my head and the footsteps were getting louder and
swifter, almost as if he was angry. I don't remember what verses I
read, But I know that in the morning, when I walked out of my room,
I didn't hear the voices, and I didn't feel the tension.
But recently, on March 5th, 2009, I saw the figure again... and I'm
starting to feel the same emotions as when he was here. I found it
also could be the fact that there's a lot of tension inside my
family circle could also be what's drawing negative energy.
But, that's my spirit story. =]
That's quite an experience!
You poor soul. It must be terrifying for you. You may want to visit
the message board (mentioned above) and talk to
Elisa about this and learn some methods for shutting
out the input you're getting from the spirits. It sounds like you're
really picking up their emotions quite a bit. I think the anger and
other emotions are coming from the male spirit most likely. You are
so spiritually open that you pick those feelings up as your own. You
can learn some
shielding techniques that will help you close down the
connection between you and the spirits.
I hope you are able to find a
way to peacefully with or without the spirits in your life. It
sounds pretty creepy to me. I know I wouldn't want to live that way.
Thank Goddess that I don't have to.
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