ghosts when I was a kid, around age 7. It's the reason I ended up
getting into weird stuff like the paranormal and
spirituality. I'll tell you my ghost story.
I woke up
in the middle of the night in my top bunk with my sister
sleeping down below. I looked at the bedroom door and
saw a spirit standing there, looking at me. She started
walking towards me, arms outstretched. She wanted to get
me. I turned and screamed, pulling the covers up over my
head to try to hide. But I could still see her
approaching the bed in my mind's eye. She was next to me
now and she reached out to touch me. She grabbed hold
of me, and it felt like she was violently shaking me, my
bed, and my soul. My sister never felt anything from her
bottom bunk. My mother heard me shrieking in terror and
she ran in and saved me. I never told her what I saw. I
just asked her to cover me up or to get me a glass of
water, or I would ask to sleep with her. She would
usually tell me wait an hour and if I was still awake, I
could come sleep with her. So I would count to 600 (I
was only 7) and then get up and go into her room. I
would stand over her, watching her, hoping she would
wake up and see me. If I had to touch her to wake her
up, she was usually very startled and sometimes even
yelled out loud, which scared me.
only remember two times that I saw a spirit, but it
happened frequently over a period of time. One time, the
spirit looked like my living grandmother, but she
morphed into my (also living) aunt. I have no idea who
they were or what they wanted. For all I know, maybe it
was my physical body watching my own soul returning from
an out-of-body experience. But if it was, it didn't look
like me at all. It was frightening and traumatic and I'm
really, really glad that it stopped and didn't
continue into my adulthood. As an adult, I saw a spirit
once, but I don't see them on a regular basis, thank the
Goddess. I just happened to be in a haunted hotel room.
I'll have to tell you that one later. It was crazy.
I have seen a spirit but I was very young when it happened.
I can still remember some of the details though.
Okay, I was about 6 years old. We had just moved into our new
house. About three months after we had moved in I was playing in my
room, and left to go to the bathroom or something and there was a
white man in a three piece brown suit. I saw him and walked
"Mommy there is a brown man in the hallway."
My Mother grabbed an empty glass bottle and
charged up the stairs, but there was nothing there.
I hadn't seen the Brown Man for about a month, until one night I
woke up in the middle of the night. My alarm was going off and I saw
a bunch of arms on my bed. Then the lights flickered and I saw him.
I screamed and cried! My mother came in and yet again nothing was
That was the last time I ever saw him. My
mother claims to have seen him in the basement leaning against our
water heater though.
Well that's my story.
~Alyssa M. H.
Okay so I have had many experiences with these type of things in
my life. I would like to tell u about two of them. First of all I am
the oldest of five kids. The youngest two are twins. Before my mom
knew she was pregnant, I saw it in one of my dreams. I was eight
years old at the time and I always have had these weird dreams. I
don't really remember the dream but I do remember waking up and
telling my mom she was pregnant. I just had this feeling. My mom
told me no she was not but I insisted. She went to a doctor and it
turns out she was pregnant. A while later I had another dream about
my mom having twins. I told her and she denied it as well. Though
since I kept pushing my theory my mom took me to the doctors with
her. I told the doctor and he said no threes only one heartbeat. I
fought with him and he sent my mom to a special doctor for a
ultrasound. After the ultrasound was done the nurse showed my mom
that yes indeed there were two babies. If I didn't argue baby A
could have of crushed baby B and there would be only one baby. That
made sense of the evil noise in my dream. Both of the babies lived
and it turned out great no health problems at all.
The second thing is more recently. I had these dreams with a girl
coming to me. Her name is Isabella. I could see her clearly and hear
her clearly. She tells me little bits like about her life. She died
in a car accident. After she told me her problem in my dreams, I
started to hear crying in my dreams and the mumbled words HELP ME in
Isabella's voice. For some reason I kept seeing her hand in my dream
and the words help me over and over. I still haven't figured this
one out yet but I haven't been getting as much of these dream
lately. If you would like to hear more just email me back. Thanks
When I was a kid we lived in this old
farm house in the boonies. My sister and I would always hear noises
in the attic walking banging etc.
We had a 100lb German shepherd at the time named thunder, and he
wouldn't even go near the door leading to attic without barking! I
would run past that door every time I pass it!
The old timer down the road told us some guy
went nuts and murdered his family up there, and wrote in blood
before he killed himself (The devil made me do this) Scares the crap
out of me to this day! The house was about a hundred years old win I
lived there, and this was in the seventies it still had the original
coal chute in the basement.
Anyways long story short, when I was about
9yrs old I got the nerve to go up in the attic, because our parents
would hide our Christmas presents up there knowing we wouldn't dare
go up there! So my sister and I went up there in the middle of the
day and it was about 20 degrees colder up there you could see your
So we are up there and you can feel all the hairs on your body stand
up at once. You can just sense the Evil lurking up there, anyways
out of the corner of our eyes we see this dark shadow figure coming
towards us! Then we hear it say our names in this sinister voice and
the door slams shuts on its own, and by now I've pissed myself
stupid, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't open that door to
save my life!
Thank god after about 30sec I got the door opened and we got the
hell out of there, no pun intended. Our parents never did believe
us, But did agree the attic was creepy.......creepy my a$$ that
attic was frickin' EVIL!! Freaks me out to this day!
True Story! And yes I believe in Ghosts!
I have had abilities since I was young, as has
my sister. But, I have to tell you about the best one I ever had.
Mind you, at the time, it scared the bejeesus out of me, but when
the total scope of it hit me afterward, it was amazing!!!!!
This happened when I was 17. My parents had bought a home that was
in dire need of major repairs and renovations. To be blunt, it was a
pigsty! Well, my mother is somewhat a dog with a bone when she gets
a project underway and she and Dad worked their butts off to get us
into the house in time for school to start. My sister and I always
knew someone else resided there with us, but, whomever it was was
never a huge bother. More often than not, the kitchen chairs were
moved around and pulled away from the table, nothing serious. My Ma
just kept blaming us, which we thought was hysterical.
One day I was heading upstairs to do some homework and I had just
made a fresh tea to take with me. The stairs made almost a U shape.
Three steps, small landing, 8 steps larger landing and then the last
7 steps going upstairs. Well, I made it part way up the second set
of stairs and that was when I noticed, the lighting was very
different. I started to take in my surroundings and realized that I
wasn't holding a tea cup in my hand, but it was a candle holder,
black in colour with one white candle in it. I no longer had my
jeans on, but a full length brocade dress. Very dark red, with gold
trim on the bottom. I did not look at the top. I looked up and the
really nasty red white and blue wallpaper that my mother was in the
process of removing was gone. In it's place was a very soft cream
coloured paper, with little pink and blue flowers on it. And, to
boot, there was three candle holders going up the walls with again,
white candles burning.
Needless to say........I FREAKED! I hollered for my mother, who came
running. I slopped my tea all over my and cause a really bad burn,
requiring a trip to the doctors. My mother thought I had lost my
mind, my father scoffed at me, and my sister was a bit miffed that
she didn't get to see it!
Now, here is the best part. As my mother continued her stripping of
that hall, she had to go through layers and layers of paper. And
there came a time when she hollered for me!!! The day she found my
"fictitious" wallpaper! I think I positively glowed when I was
proven right. It did also ease my mind to know that I really wasn't
crazy. I only wish that I had taken more time to observe my
surroundings a bit more. I think it would have been amazing!
I hope this fits in with your spirit section. I only wish I could
tell you who my spirit was!
Brightest blessings to you and your family.
I was in the mountains with my friend's family. We took a lot of
pictures. When we got back home we decided to look through all the
pictures. One of the pics of me and my friend had a green face in
between us. I was so freaked out. It was a man that I had ever seen
before. One of her mom's friends is like a psychic or something, so
we gave her the pic and she said that it was an evil spirit and that
we have to do a spell to get rid of it. At first I didn't believe
her so I ignored it and spent the night at my friend's house. And
the creepiest things were happening, like the cabinets in her
kitchen were opening and closing by themselves and the lights were
going on and off, plus more things like someone trying to break in!!
We were so scared, we were home alone too and that was when I was
about 13 years old. So of course we decided to do the spell
and after that it was all over.
My Nan always taught me to believe and respect the presence of
spirits. And if I get scared my power of seeing spirits would go
away. So I believed her. When I was about 11, I started seeing a man
walking around my house. He always looked the same and dressed the
same. He had a big head and was big. He always wore a suit and had a
briefcase. I had been seeing him for about a year and decided to
check the history of my home. I figured out that my home used to be
offices and from then it all fitted into place. I kept seeing him
until I was about 12 and then he disappeared. I often see some
people walking and even see the spirits of some people I know even
if there not around.
My Nan has recently died, And I am really grateful for what she
taught me. I hope I can email more experiences in the future.
One of my experiences with a spirit was with my friend and me, we
were walking through a grave yard by my home when we saw a tall,
black figure, almost like a human, but way too tall and it was
moving toward us. This was the first time in my life I was sure I
had seen it cause my friend ducked her head into my arm and said,
"We need to leave right now!"
We started to walk fast but it still seemed to be the same part
away from us. Once we got out of the gate it was gone. It never
seemed to want to hurt us, but I never saw the figure again. Me and
my friend both saw that it was black. And there were lights around
because there are homes all around the graveyard and it was late. A
man from my mother's church told us it had to do with my friend and
I. I still wonder why we saw it. My friend and I have been through a
lot together, but we are close and I can still call her my best
I saw my dad's spirit in my dream once. It was the coolest thing
ever. I never got to tell him bye before he died or in the dream. I
just wish I could see his spirit again. I miss him so much.
Hi, my name is Hannah. I am thirteen years old and I saw a ghost. I
actually don't like calling them ghosts, but instead I would call
them spirits. Any way, I was at home cleaning the house with my mom.
I was mopping the hallway in front of the door. I looked up at the
door to see a huge figure of a man standing in front of me. It
looked more like a shadow than a transparent figure and I couldn't
see his face. He looked like he could've been a body guard for
someone. By the time my mom came to me, he was gone.
My name real name is Maggie and a few mouths ago I prayed to the
moon Goddess Dianna. She improved my psychic power. When I really
noticed is when I saw a little girl in my bedroom then currently
visited by a black figure and a girl. The girl is very happy but the
black figure I think he's a man and he's very angry for some reason.
They don't really talk to me they just stand there really and I kind
of like that.
The first encounter was about two years ago. I laid on my side,
facing my wall-my back turned away from the door. I had just hit
sleep mode when I heard a scratch on my mattress, and a little girl
laughing in the hallway. I asked my sister the next morning if it
was her, and she swears on her grave that it wasn't - and that she
heard it too.
The second thing, my cat and I were sleeping, when a big *BANG*
awoke us. I looked up and saw a silver thing floating in the middle
of my room - then it dimmed out. I looked at my cat, and she was
looking straight at it with eyes opened wide.
The next few were with my friend and my sister. We were pretending
to go to bed so if the ghost was around us, she would wake us up. We
were pretending to sleep when we heard a sigh of a girl.
About a few weeks later, we were recording near my attic in my room,
because we believed that's where the ghost lived. It is nailed shut,
so each time she comes over we try to open it. We tried doing EVP
[Electronic Voice Phenomena] and when we played it back, we heard a
mans voice say, "What do you want to do, mate?" When we were going
to bed that night, a black thing was floating over my friends head.
I said, "Hannah, do you see it?" And she said, "That black thing?
Yes, I see it!" She made me switch places with her on the bed.
My dad has a house full of Michael Myers masks [rare ones, not
cheapos] and some other masks. He has one of a man named Tor Johnson
that I have seen kind of.. moving. The jaw moves around and stuff. I
also had an American Doll whose head seemed to move when you looked
away. She would be facing one way, and then you'd look at her again
and she was facing you.
Recently, my grandfather passed away. My father was alone in the
house and says he was confused when he heard noises... Two women's
voices. He said one sounded like my grandmother, and the other he
wasn't sure about. [My grandmother and great grandmother as
deceased, that is all on that side of the family. I suspect the
other voice was my great grandmother.] He said he heard the ladies
talking in my kitchen, so he followed the noise. No windows or
anything were open and my dog hid under the table barking and
whining. My father tried to coax him out, but couldn't.
I haven't had any more encounters after one night. I was sitting on
my bed eating Chex Mix out of the bag and jokingly said to the
spirit or whatever, "You can have some if you want..." I went
downstairs and came up to find it spilled all over my bed. I guess I
got mad and I told it to leave. I practically yelled.
But now I'm beginning to see stuff again, and I'm getting chills
telling you about it now. When I was home alone last night, at about
3:00am, [Dead Time, coincidently] I went downstairs for a soda. My
dog was whining and barking. All the sudden, I saw a shadow move
across the wall, and I heard the sound of something hit the floor.
Shivering, I went into the laundry room and a Swiffer box had fallen
of the shelf and hit the floor, the lid was off and the Swiffer pads
were on the floor. I had just been in there and they were way back
on the shelf!
I saw a shadow with my sister a few minutes ago when we went
downstairs. When I went down alone while she was upstairs in the
bathroom, I saw something looking at me through the window. I could
literally feel hot eyes staring at me.
I have seen out of the corner of my eyes someone sitting in a yellow
shirt or coat at my kitchen table. At night, I can here noises like
pots clashing and stuff. One night, I went downstairs to get a soda
[I tend to do that a lot] and I went into the bathroom to pee. I had
just flushed the toilet when I heard loud footsteps outside the
bathroom door and then I heard my front door jingle. [I have a
jingly chain thingy on my door so when someone touches it or opens
the door it makes noise.] I opened the bathroom door nervous, and I
looked around. Nothing was there.
After my grandfather passed away, my cousin [5 years old] ran into
his mothers room at 3:00am and told his mother that my grandfather
was talking to him. She asked him about it, like what kind of shirt
he was wearing and what he said. My cousin told her he was wearing a
red shirt with a pocket in the side, and that's the kind of shirts he
wore a lot. He told her he just said "stuff" to him, but mostly to
be good and such. Soon after, my sister and I had dreams about my
grandfather telling us to be good.
My aunt had woken up one night to voices. She said they were women's
voices, and they were talking very loud. She yelled at the voices
and said, "SHUT UP!" and they were silent the rest of the night, but
began talking the next night.
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