The Cold Wind

This happened in 1991 in a flat me and my ex-husband stayed in with my eldest son who was just over a year old.

I never felt anything strange, in that flat when we moved in until one night something strangled me. I was fighting for my life that night… Or for me it felt that way, in that moment it felt like ages that I struggled to get out of something’s power. It felt like something was sitting on me and I couldn’t get my breath. I felt a power over me that scared me. I felt so weak against this force. I fought it back and just started to pray. Eventually it left me and I jumped out of bed. I thought it was a bad dream but I realized it was not because I was fully aware of everything that was happening and a cold wind was coming from the window and blowing the curtains high up into the air. I was so confused when I saw the curtains and felt the cold wind. I remembered closing the windows before we went to bed. I jumped for the light, checked the windows and they were all shut. Everything just calmed down all of a sudden. My husband woke up because of me waken him up by putting on the light. He was not aware of anything at all like usual because he is not sensitive to these things at all. A few weeks went by and nothing strange had happened during that time until one day when I was busy cleaning.

The front door was open and I turned around because I felt company. As I looked to the door there was my ex-husband coming in but it was strange because he was dressed in his grey suit. As I checked out this story he just walked halfway to me and then disappeared. I couldn’t believe what I just saw. It was so real. I was not frightened by it but rather puzzled. Till today I’m puzzled about this doppelganger. I don’t know what the meaning of this might have been. I never saw it again. I don’t know if anyone here can tell me, what the purpose is of a doppelganger. I don’t know if I can connect the cold wind with the doppelganger.

We stayed there for a view months then moved to another flat. We moved to be near his work not for other reasons.

Staircase Doll

This happened quite a while ago so bear in mind I would be young.

Me and my brother used to share a room when we were little and what used to be the study is now my room. Me and my brother would share toys and play with them and sometimes read each other stories. One of my favourite toys from my childhood was a little rag doll which I didn’t really name, it was just Ragdoll. When I began to grow up I placed the doll on a shelf above my brother’s bed so that I could see it. I began to notice the doll’s head turning to watch me as I moved about the room. I wasn’t upset at all until I moved out into my own room.

I began to find Ragdoll unnerving, though there was an air of happiness and calming about it, I didn’t like the look of it’s face and when I got closer to one of my other toys, her smile almost became malicious and my things went missing and my toys would have been cut or ripped, there was a seahorse soft toy that I went to find and it was on my bed, with Ragdoll on a shelf looking at it, the seahorse has a big cut on it’s throat and all it’s stuffing was coming out, I did get my mother to fix it for me but I wanted to get rid of Ragdoll.

So one day we were having a massive clearout and my father was putting things in the attic. I got Ragdoll and said: “You are being naughty so me and Daddy are going to put you in the attic until you’re nice.” So my Dad did.

Shortly afterwards I could hear footsteps moving about the attic and stomping and tapping about.

A few years ago me and my brother went up into the attic to look for the old board games we used to play with. And we found Ragdoll hiding in the furthest corner of the attic and we didn’t know how she got there so we just left her and went back downstairs with the board games.

When we put the board games in the conservatory Ragdoll was in there, sitting on the shelf! I put the games on the shelf and ran for it. I double locked the door (it has two locks but we usually just use one).

After that I began to notice Ragdoll moving about the home, in cupboards in the living room, sat on the chairs. I did ask her to stop but she just ignored it. But she wasn’t able to go upstairs and access any of the bedrooms or the bathroom. The reason the experience is called Staircase Doll is because sometimes she would just sit at the bottom of the stairs, looking up with that same malicious smile, like she was waiting. I have tried to put a ‘block’ on the stairs so she couldn’t sit there but nothing worked.

Any help would be appreciated?

The Devilish Print

I’m a Malay guy so English is my second language, so sorry for my English.

This incident occurred around 12 years back. At that time I just started working in an insurance company here in Kuala Lumpur. I live in a 2 stories terrace house with my parents. My siblings all are married and have children so they live in a different house. So, normally it’s just the 3 of us. Although occasionally my eldest brother and elder sister do pay us a visit & sleepover at our house.

Back to my job in the insurance company, I got a position as an accounts clerk and although I despise the subject accounting, my close friend back from our school days has already worked there a few years prior to me joining the company, so I said, what the heck. At least it won’t suck because he’s there. He joined early because he got the job straight after finishing primary school while I continued my studies. I dropped out later due to health issues.

So the first day when I got to work, I was fortunate enough to be placed in the same department with my close friend. So I was assigned to my supervisor and he brought me on a tour of the entire department, introducing me to other coworkers. So, after all the introductions, my supervisor briefed me a bit about my duties, etc, and later I was shown to my cubicle. There were about 10 rows of 3 cubicles and I was placed at the right end cubicle. My neighbor was a girl around my age and she was very pleasant to me, often helping me out if I was unable to do something.

As usual, there was a lot of work to be done in the accounts department and people normally stayed up to do overtime to finish up their work. My supervisor offered me to do overtime and I instantly replied in a heartbeat and said, “No problem.” Well, you know, I had just started working and I was enthusiastic LOL. Office hours finishes at 5:00 pm (if I’m not mistaken) and usually we will have like 30 minutes of break before we start our overtime.

So, it was fun. I have already started a few days of overtime. So normally, we finish up around 9:30 pm or 10:00. After that me and my friends will go have a drink at local mamak store.

Then came a day when my friends did overtime for only a few hours, meaning to say they had to go back early because of some other things. So, at around 7:00 all my overtime friends had gone back and I was left alone in the office. I said to myself, “It’s okay, I’ll be fine, I just need to finish up on some work.” So, I worked alone.

So I continued my work alone. Then suddenly… I was shocked as I heard the office printer at the side of my manager’s room, suddenly printing. It was loud because back then they used the dot matrix printer, the one that used the ribbon for ink, “Hmmm…” I thought to myself. “Maybe the printer is connected to some other departments and maybe some reports are being printed out by someone else in some other department and printed here for our viewing.” I try to dismiss any thoughts of supernatural. Because, I thought, it was normal. But then I remembered, the few days back that I have stayed in the office, I don’t remember the printer printing at this time of the day.

So, I paused my work and decided to have a look at what the printer was printing. “It could be some accounts report,” I thought to myself. So when I finally went over to the printer and looked at the printing on the paper, I was confused because the printer is printing out words that I do not understand. It’s not even in a form of a report. It’s just letters, words that makes no sense. It’s like as if someone were to type gibberish on the paper.

All of the thing that was printed were pages of pages of gibberish. You get what I mean.

I was thinking to myself, “What the hell is this?” and the printer kept on printing gibberish. Suddenly it dawned on me that something was not right, and so I quickly got out of the office. The printer kept printing even while I was on my way out. I went straight home and slept. I didn’t want to ponder about it anymore. “There has to be an explanation to this. Tomorrow, I’m going to ask my friend.”

The next day, first thing in the morning, I asked my colleague. “Is it possible if someone else from other department to print using our printer?” and he said “No, it’s not possible. Our printer in this department is only for this department’s use. No one else from outside of this department can access it.” I was shocked when I heard my friend said that. “But last night, all of a sudden, the printer started printing on it’s own. I was alone at that time and it printed out gibberish! Words that you can’t understand.” I told my friend.

He was shocked to hear my reply and he asked “Are you sure?” and I replied, “Of course I’m sure.” Then he said, “Let’s go and check out the printer now.” So we hurried to the printer located at the side of our manager’s room. When we reached there, to my dismay, the printed gibberish is nowhere to be found and we went to the printer early in the morning before anyone can even use the printer. It’s not possible that anyone could have removed the printed gibberish as we were the first ones to reach the printer. Where did the printed material go?

The questions that still linger in my mind until today is:

1. How the hell did the printer started printing all of a sudden? Because my friend told me, only people in this department can access the printer, but at the time, I was alone in my department.

And the more puzzling question is…

2. What did it print? I’m sure no sane human being can interpret what was printed. Is it some devilish words? But now it’s only in my mind because the printed paper is nowhere to be found.

That was the only time the weird thing happened and I no longer do overtime if I’m alone. Lesson learned.

The Church

This story still creeps me out until this day. This was a while ago. I am 24 now, but I remember it like it was yesterday. It’s disturbed me ever since.

I used to go to this church around my hometown until I was about 18. I cannot remember how old I was exactly, but I will shoot for around 10. My church wasn’t that old. I believe it was built around 1967, with my great-grandfather being one of the founders.

Growing up, I’d hear little ghost stories about the church, but I never really played into it, until something happened to me. It’s a small Baptist church that had bathrooms right when you walk in one the left side. The first was women’s and the second door was the men’s room.

Well, one day after church had let out, I had to go use the bathroom. I was the only one in there and I know that for a fact. It had two stalls and I was in one of them, the one closest to the door. Next thing I know, I heard a raspy voice say, “Hello.” Between me going into the bathroom and going into the stall, nobody came into the bathroom because I would have heard the door open. It’s a small bathroom and the door is old and it squeaks.

So I say hello back. I was creeped out because I’m thinking who in the hell could of been in the bathroom with me. I remember having an uncomfortable feeling, so I finish, go to the sink and wash my hands so I can leave the bathroom. Now it gets creepy and I’m getting scared thinking about it.

I had a feeling to look back, and when I did all I saw was half of a large head peaking over the stall and two huge eyes staring back at me (these were not the eye size of a human). Then it hurried and ducked back down. I even noticed there were no feet on the floor. I ran out of that bathroom. I don’t know what it was.

Since then the church has had an addition added on with new bathrooms, so many people don’t use the old ones. I would just look in from time to time, but I will never go in that bathroom again.

Sometimes I feel like it could be watching me, from time to time (maybe that’s just my inner scaredy cat).

What do you guys think? This is something that has really bothered me since it happened. I guess its intriguing to say the least. I appreciate any and all feedback.

New House, New experiences

Not much of a ghost story but the new house was fine it didn’t seem spooky in any way but as time went on I did notice and see things plus had a scary experience later in my teens!

The first time I had a paranormal experience was when I was 8 or 9 I woke up in the middle of the night and in the corner of my room there was what looked like white cloud gas forming in to a tall human shape! obviously I didn’t hang round for the party. I legged it in to my mums and dads room. I never saw it again.

About the white man I mentioned in old house part 2 that chased me in my dreams almost every week. Only happened a few times in the new house and then didn’t happen again till i was about 14 which was the last time he didn’t chase me except we were sitting in the front room opposite each over and he just stared at me and said I have you now and then laughed… so Cliché!

I woke up after but never ever saw him again I wonder what who it was. would be interesting if anyone else has experienced what i described chasing them in there dreams.

The worst ever ghostly encounter to date happened when I was 16 its a long story so it deserves its own blog post. Fast forward to when I was 18 I was downstairs it was only 10:30ish I had just the front room lamp on and the kitchen lights so the front room had a nice glow to it. the kitchen connects to the front room which looks out in to the garden threw glass doors.

I was pacing up and down drinking water while thinking to my self and in the corner of my eye I saw in the reflection of the window a dark shadow human shape thing sitting up right on the sofa I noticed it but took awhile to clock it and think it threw. I stopped in my tracks and looked over to the sofa and nothing was there.

all my hairs on my body were up on end and I was sh1tting it I ran from back upstairs to my room 🙂

I will post the scariest ghost story which has ever happened to me later tomorrow.

Old house part 2

The last part to what happened in my old house. Not really sure where to start but one day when me and the family came back from a day out I got sent to my room for being naughty! I was sitting on my bed facing the door way and what happened next I didn’t have words to explain I didn’t know the word #@$! that! I just stared wide eyed with my mouth open as a full blown ghost flew past the door slowly it was hovering and had no legs and was semi see threw. It looked like it was wearing a ragged cloak I couldn’t not see a face or hands it was side ways on.

This is what it kinda looked like except grey see threw looked more rough with rips on the cloak and hovering. that was the only time I saw a ghost like it.

Other times it was a cotton wall blob that looked like fog that disappeared as soon as you looked at it. nowhere near as scary as the ghost above.

Oh I nearly forgot I saw a doppelganger! My lil brother at the time was in the next room having his nappy changed but as I went to walk out of my room I saw him sitting on the floor at the end of my bed holding his legs looking up at me, I new he was with my mum so i thought about kicking him in the face as it could not be him. I really thought about it but I called to mum and asked if my brother was with her and she said yes. I went to have a look for myself and he was so I came back to kick the doppelganger in the face but it was gone!

I never saw it again.

Another time I saw something freaking and unexplained I was in my bed which was in the middle of my room at the time since it was being redecorated. I t was diagonal to window. It was night time and dark not sure what time but there was a green face staring at me threw the window with red eyes I didn’t belive it but the more I looked the more it looked real. it looked like a gremlin or an imp that kinda of looked. I ran down to my mum who said it was nothing. when we went back upstairs it was gone! never saw it again.

Always in the house it felt like you was being watched especially in the computer room (the room the ghost came from when it flew past my room) always felt eerie I remember looking back quite often while using the PC in there.

I know dreams don’t have anything really to do with hauntings but I always had bad nightmares there. one of them was fighting an invisible being but i’m not worried about that, the other dreams were being chased by a man in an all in white suit covered in flour (not sure how to describe it) I lost count of how many dreams iv had of him in that house and the settings were always different but each time he would try to catch me. He never did. (more on this later in another ghost story)

We moved out when I was 7 and I don’t think it followed us but my dad did say not to mention it in the house maybe he new not everything was normal there.

More to come in the new house 🙂 these are all true ghost stories comments welcome and if you drop by share your own scary ghost stories.

Ghost Soldier

his is my first ghost story. So no negative comment on this please.

This is a true ghost story which happened to my father. He used to work in the army.

He was resting in his army camp when suddenly a soldier came and told him that the enemy was planning to attack the base, they were just short of their target. The soldier left after saying this. My father then called an emergency meeting with senior army officers and planned to attack the enemy.

The enemy was defeated thanks to the soldier that gave out the information. They all wanted to thank the soldier.

My farther was given a list of soldiers captured by the enemy and who was killed. In the list he saw that the same soldier that gave him the information was dead.

After confirming his death, he found out he was dead 3 days ago. My father could not believe what he heard. He told everyone at the base that it was the same soldier who came to his camp and told him the information about the planned attack. But No one believed him.

So what or who was it that came and gave the information? Did he speak to a ghost?

Old House Part 1

I have a few scary ghost stories to tell I wont tell them all in one go I will space them out.

Im 22 now but going back quite a few years i must of been 5+ I used to live in a haunted house I have seen a few things but I would love to go back to make sure it really was haunted.

I used to see shadows in the corner of my eyes, things would get moved and I even saw a full blown ghost! I’m not sure where to start since it all happened so long ago so all my accounts are probably out of order.

One of the encounters I will never forget is a male voice which I heard only once in my time there! I was banging around and I heard “Stop that!” then I heard it again “I told you to stop that!” I called down to my dad but he said he didn’t say anything I didn’t make any more noise after that!

Some how even before this I always new my house was haunted the best evidence was a battery I put on the top of the stairs before me and my brother went to have dinner. I wanted to see if the ghost would move the battery.

Sitting around the table munching on dinner while my mum was hovering at the bottom of the stairs I heard a bang and she came in to the front room shouting “Right! who threw this!” should of seen her face when she realised we were all around the table and no one was upstairs. 🙂

Later she said the battery lifted up then was thrown at her. we had a wooden door at the bottom of the stairs hence the bang! I can never explain it it’s impossible for that to happen even if the wind blew it the battery would roll down the stairs and would not get far.

Another time something weird happened I was putting my toys away, when I finished everyone including me went out. I left my toy box smack bang in the middle of my room when I returned it was on its side with the toys tipped out! more annoying than scary.

Almost everyday and night shadows would be seen in the corner of my eye and when I go to look it would go straight away I never saw it front on but they weren’t all the same size.

The strangest thing is it was only me that witnessed all this, barring the battery incident. I asked my parents recently if they encountered anything odd and they said no.

I think it has something to do with being young as I have watched a few Haunting programs that used to be on the discovery channel and all the little kids had an “imaginary friend” which was actually a ghost they spoke to and interacted with.

Although my dad said he didn’t see anything odd he did say he heard multiple times me having conversations by myself and laughing which freaked him out a little to a point where he came to check on me. maybe I was speaking to the ghost but I don’t remember.

That’s it for now I will post part 2 tomorrow

The Cold Wind

This happened in 1991 in a flat me and my ex-husband stayed in with my eldest son who was just over a year old.

I never felt anything strange, in that flat when we moved in until one night something strangled me. I was fighting for my life that night… Or for me it felt that way, in that moment it felt like ages that I struggled to get out of something’s power. It felt like something was sitting on me and I couldn’t get my breath. I felt a power over me that scared me. I felt so weak against this force. I fought it back and just started to pray. Eventually it left me and I jumped out of bed. I thought it was a bad dream but I realized it was not because I was fully aware of everything that was happening and a cold wind was coming from the window and blowing the curtains high up into the air. I was so confused when I saw the curtains and felt the cold wind. I remembered closing the windows before we went to bed. I jumped for the light, checked the windows and they were all shut. Everything just calmed down all of a sudden. My husband woke up because of me waken him up by putting on the light. He was not aware of anything at all like usual because he is not sensitive to these things at all. A few weeks went by and nothing strange had happened during that time until one day when I was busy cleaning.

The front door was open and I turned around because I felt company. As I looked to the door there was my ex-husband coming in but it was strange because he was dressed in his grey suit. As I checked out this story he just walked halfway to me and then disappeared. I couldn’t believe what I just saw. It was so real. I was not frightened by it but rather puzzled. Till today I’m puzzled about this doppelganger. I don’t know what the meaning of this might have been. I never saw it again. I don’t know if anyone here can tell me, what the purpose is of a doppelganger. I don’t know if I can connect the cold wind with the doppelganger.

We stayed there for a view months then moved to another flat. We moved to be near his work not for other reasons.

I see you

It was a friday night. I was lying on the couch, watching a food cooking show. My parents got up and said, “Lacey, we have to go pick up your sister from her dance, we’ll be back in about 40 minuets.” I nodded not thinking about being left all alone in a creepy old house at night. They left and i continued just being normal, you know, watching the tv. Then i felt, and herd a kind of thump/boom. I tried to ignore it but it happened agian! So i got up and peeked downstairs, a little freaked out. When i saw nothing i raced back up the stairs into the light. Trying to focus on anything else, i soon got onto the computer. I happened to look up into the mirror and what i saw terrified me. My heart stopped and my chest was tight. I saw a dark shadow, with no eyes and i huge, smiling mouth. I quickly got up and grabbed my fone, texting my friend just for comfort. I was a nervouse reck by now. I was finally calming down when i heard the thump agian! This time, angry, i got up and raced downstairs. A huge mistake. The creature was hunched on my couch. It slowly turned its grusome head. I didnt wait to see its face. I bolted, my chest on fire, my vision blurred. I ran into my room and closed the door, making sure it was locked. I huddled in my closet, a blanket covering me. After a few minuets, I heard my door creak and slowly, slowly open. I shut my eyes and uttered a prayer. My bed springs creaked and the next thing i knew my door was slammed violently shut. I took a peak out the closet door. Something was written on my wall, right above my pillow. It was written in latin. I grabbed my kindle and searched the words. It said….i see you. Now i am on here, typing this. Scared and in need of help. Plz. I can still hear it. I….i think i see it. Sitting on my bed! Help help plz im scared its trapped me!!!!! Plz this is not a joke help!

Last Night

The night was windy, electricity went down. You’re reading this book with a candle next to You. Even tho there’s a storm outside, it’s not too noisy, You can clearly hear the whispering in the corner of the room… You stop reading this book for a moment to see what is that, but it’s too dark, You think that it’s just the wind and you go back to reading this book… then You hear the whispering again, You get up of your comfortable sofa and as the thunder hits, You see a shadowy figure in the corner… it’s.. it’s you. kneeling and shaking it’s head in disagreement… You can see it’s mouth moving but You can not understand what it says. Another thunder hits and almost blinds You, the shadowy figure gets up and shouts *Nooo! Run !!!*, but it’s too late. Storm broke the window, glass is everywhere, You touch Your neck.. it’s wet… it’s blood…

You wake up, what a wonderful spring morning. You get out from Your bed, slowly, why rush. Sun touches Your skin warmly. What’s better than a coffee in the Saturday morning? nothing. You go to the kitchen and put the kettle on, You take the coffee, mmm fresh coffee smells so nice, You’re more awake just from smelling it. Suddenly you hear knocking on the door, *I’m coming* You say, and You make Your way to see who’s hiding on the other side. The door open slowly, it’s a postman, he doesn’t even look at You, he just mutters something and leaves a small package on the floor, then he disappears. *How rude* You think, *but well, would I be happy if I had to work on the weekend?*, and You take the small package to the kitchen where You finish Your coffee. You feel the air motion *did i leave the window open?* and You head over to the living room, as soon as You enter it, You freeze, cold sweat goes down Your forehead and covers Your hands. On the floor… broken glass, Book and… Your body, exactly where You left it last night…

the lennox haunting

Based on true events, The Lennox Haunting is a story of a newlywed couple who believe their dreams have been answered when they are offered an opportunity to purchase a home that has been in the family for generations, and for a mere fraction of what it is worth.
Nick and Jolene grab at the incredible offer and immediately make arrangements to relocate to Lennox. Little did they know, they were about to spend thirty six days in pure mental hell.
When I was twenty one years old, my new husband’s family offered to sell us a house that had been in his family for generations at an incredibly cheap price. They had a difficult time keeping it rented and did not want to hassle with it anymore. We jumped at the opportunity and moved in almost immediately. It was only a matter of hours before strange things began to happen. It did not take me long to decide there was something or someone else other than us in that house.
Almost every night we would hear something coming up the staircase. The steps were old so you could hear every creak. Nick, my husband would jump up out of bed whenever he heard it to go make sure that someone hadn’t broken in. It would always end the same, no one was there. The ghost appeared to get braver as time went on. We could hear the steps eventually come down the hall; they were getting a little closer to our bedroom door with each visit. Finally, the night came that we had both been dreading. Nick was sound asleep, exhausted from working hours of overtime. I heard the steps dare to pass the doorway of our bedroom and enter our room.
I felt slightly aware of something or someone approach the side of the bed I had my back turned to, but I was afraid to look. I just kept my face in Nick’s chest and closed my eyes tightly. I felt as though there was someone right behind me, right behind my head just staring at me. I knew one thing for sure; I was not going to turn around to check. I just wanted to fall back to sleep as soon as possible.
My hand searched under the covers for Nick’s hand. I very softly and quietly moved my hand beneath his big palm. I did not want to disturb him; I just knew it would make me feel better if his hand was lying on top of mine.
My back felt ice cold; I tried to bring the covers up tighter around my neck and back. That’s when I felt it. Something moved briefly on the bed behind me. I did not acknowledge it. I forced myself to stay still as if I were still asleep. I felt that if I suddenly reacted, I would see something horrible, so I did not turn around, I did not move.
That seemed to upset whatever was behind me. I felt the bed move again, but just ever so slightly. I felt that whatever was behind me was so close to me it was almost touching my hair. I had the feeling on my scalp similar to when you have static electricity in your hair. I was sure it must almost be standing on end.
I rubbed Nick’s palm with the back of my hand. I think I was actually trying to wake him, but trying to do it quietly, so whatever was behind me would not notice. It didn’t work. Nick just grunted a moment and then took another deep breath, he was still sound asleep.
I felt another movement on the bed directly behind me again. I actually could feel the blanket I had wrapped so tightly around me tug on me a bit as if someone had laid some weight on it behind me, I was sure that something was trying to get even closer to me. Suddenly I felt air blow on my cheek. It was just the same as if someone had breathed on me, except it was a lot colder, ice cold.
I tried rubbing Nick’s hand again only I did it more aggressively this time. He moaned a little and turned to face me laying his arm across my side. That made me feel a little better, if there was someone or something directly behind me he would have struck them with his hand when he put his arm around me. I no sooner had the thought when Nick’s arm went flying off of me and back towards him. It was as if someone had picked up his arm and flung it off of me. At that same exact moment, I felt a very strong tug on my hair, and heard a whisper in my ear.
“Get out of my room,” the words struck me like a knife in my stomach.
It was a very raspy mean voice. I woke Nick instantly, but once again there was no one there. Many things happened in that house. We only lived there for thirty six days, thirty six days of pure mental hell.
That was when I started to believe in ghosts and spirit hauntings. It forever changed how I view things. I wrote a book about the whole experience, The Lennox Haunting… It is on Amazon. Check out the Look inside if you are interested in reading the first chapter. This is a true story

Pitch black

This happened a while back. I was staying at my sister’s rented flat which has previously been an old people’s residential home. I was in the spare bedroom and not long after I had turned in for the night, I was finding it hard to relax as I lay in bed. I opened my eyes and was surprised at how dark it was. Pitch black in fact, which was strange because there was a window in the room and a street light not that far away. I wasn’t too concerned so I closed my eyes for a while. When I opened them it was the same, total darkness. This time I decided to get up to draw the curtains but I couldn’t move a muscle. It felt as though I had become a massive dead weight. Now I was a bit more anxious, however I closed my eyes for a longer period, maybe a minute. When I opened them there was light from the street again. I got up and dragged my bed sheets with me to sleep on the lounge sofa. In the morning my sister asked why I was there and not wanting to alarm her just said that the bed was uncomfortable.
A few weeks passed and I thought nothing of it until my sister phoned me. She was decorating her bedroom and had moved into the spare room. She told me that she had awoke to find a stranger, a man, at the end of her bed the night before. She lashed out thinking it was an intruder, but her arm just passed right through him. She ran from the room slamming the door behind her. She glanced over her shoulder as she made her way to the front door and saw an elderly gentleman emerge through the closed door looking stressed as though he was upset for scaring her. It was only then that I told her the real reason I had slept on the sofa.

Devil in your garden…

One dark dark night, 9 year old Caitlin was still awake. Her mother and youngest brother were in bed so she was the only one awake. She opened her curtains and she looked carefully at what was lurking around her garden, it was glowing bright red with some pointy stick it looked a bit like the thing you have for javeling. She ran back to her bed and hid under her quilt. The curtains were still open, a big bang was made and Caitlin’s window was smashed. Caitlin grabbed her blanket and covered herself with it and went to her mother and brother’s bedroom and snuggled up in the middle. She felt more safe but there was a noise a bit like someone opening a front door with a key. Caitlin’s dad should of been back hours ago, at that time it was 11:44 not too late but the time for a little fright…
” Mum mum come to my room and look what happened!” Whispered Caitlin

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Also go to the lav before bedtime! You won’t hold it for much longer at night because the devil will be waiting in your mirror.

Mocking Ghosts

It was just like any regular night, me & my sister we’re hanging out with our auntie and uncle. We decided to play a game of Hide-and-Go-Seek using vehicles. I & my sister had a plan, our plan was to go to the arena and ditch the Truck across from the arena and run to the arena. We ran as fast as we could because we were only giving 5 minutes to hide, so we got there and hid in the changing room, we waited for them, then all of a sudden we heard footstep coming closer and closer to us & we heard our uncle shouting “Hey!” & our auntie laughing, we got kind of excited because we thought it was them and then we looked out there was nobody there. We were confused and shocked! So, we got out of the room and walked to the door and there we saw our auntie and uncle across the arena where we had ditch the truck, we just got terrified… We slowly made our way to the truck without them spotting us, we were hiding in the distance and waiting there till they drove off, couple minutes later, they drove off and we ran to our truck and has we watched them from a distance they came back looking shocked and scared. We all went to my house and talked about it, it turns out that our auntie and uncle had experience the same thing as we did. Me and my sister talked about the voice that sounded like our uncle and the laugh that sounded like our aunties laugh and my auntie and uncle said it happened to them as well, So, while we were in the truck hiding, my uncle and auntie were at the arena looking for us, and they said they heard us at arena laughing, but we tried explaining to them that we weren’t there at the time they heard us, we just sat there in silence looking all shocked. Was the two ghost mocking us? Was it coping our voices? What we experience that night is something I’ll never forget…

A Visit From Mom

A Visit From Mom
Jules V Ness
I woke with such a start that my body had automatically bolted itself into an upright position. For some reason, unknown to me, I had an overwhelming feeling that I was being observed. Even though my eyes were still blurry from sleep and not quite cooperating, I frantically searched the immediate area surrounding my bed. I felt a sudden stab in my gut as I realized someone truly was there, standing at the very foot of my bed. I flung my hand out sideways in the darkness towards my bedside table. I was desperately searching for my eyeglasses that I had left lying there just a few hours earlier. Without them or my contact lenses, what I thought I was visualizing as a person could easily have been my bathrobe dangling innocently from the six foot tall post at the end of my bed.
As I searched blindly in the dark, I felt them for just an instant, barely brushing them with my fingertips. The force was just enough to send them whirling off of the night stand and spinning across the wooden floor. So much for that, my only choice now was to squint like a mole and try to make out whom, if anyone was truly there.
Concentrating to focus, I was able to make out the figure; it appeared to be a woman. She was wearing a brightly flowered dress with a brown tattered work coat over it. It reminded me of the ones we used to wear on our family farm during my childhood years. The woman was staring at me in an odd sort of a way. Her head was slightly quirked to one side. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest that I could hear the echo of each beat inside of my head. But then, even in my half blind state, I began to notice the warm soft smile on the woman’s face. I squinted a little harder. She seemed vaguely familiar to me. My brain shifted into overdrive racing through all my past and present trying to sort out a name that I could place with this face. Suddenly, I realized who was standing there! Oh my God, it was my mother!
I had not recognized her in those first waking moments, only because she no longer looked pale and ravished as she had the last time I saw her. She appeared quite youthful, vibrant and full of love; exactly as she had been before the cancer had attacked her young body at twenty eight years of age. Mom died twenty two years ago slowly and painfully, one pound at a
time. She was thirty years old, the exact age that I am now.
This truly happened to me. I was in a horrible place in my life and I believe my mother decided to intervene. She changed my whole life, it affected me so much that I actually wrote a book about it; Intertwined Based on a True Story, if you would like to read a couple of chapters , check it out on Amazon. Our loved ones never truly leave our sides. Jules V Ness

GET OUT OF MY ROOM

Get Out of my Room
When I was twenty one years old, my new husband’s family offered to sell us a house that had been in his family for generations at an incredibly cheap price. They had a difficult time keeping it rented and did not want to hassle with it anymore. We jumped at the opportunity and moved in almost immediately. It was only a matter of hours before strange things began to happen. It did not take me long to decide there was something or someone else other than us in that house.
Almost every night we would hear something coming up the staircase. The steps were old so you could hear every creak. Nick, my husband would jump up out of bed whenever he heard it to go make sure that someone hadn’t broken in. It would always end the same, no one was there. The ghost appeared to get braver as time went on. We could hear the steps eventually come down the hall; they were getting a little closer to our bedroom door with each visit. Finally, the night came that we had both been dreading. Nick was sound asleep, exhausted from working hours of overtime. I heard the steps dare to pass the doorway of our bedroom and enter our room.
I felt slightly aware of something or someone approach the side of the bed I had my back turned to, but I was afraid to look. I just kept my face in Nick’s chest and closed my eyes tightly. I felt as though there was someone right behind me, right behind my head just staring at me. I knew one thing for sure; I was not going to turn around to check. I just wanted to fall back to sleep as soon as possible.
My hand searched under the covers for Nick’s hand. I very softly and quietly moved my hand beneath his big palm. I did not want to disturb him; I just knew it would make me feel better if his hand was lying on top of mine.
My back felt ice cold; I tried to bring the covers up tighter around my neck and back. That’s when I felt it. Something moved briefly on the bed behind me. I did not acknowledge it. I forced myself to stay still as if I were still asleep. I felt that if I suddenly reacted, I would see something horrible, so I did not turn around, I did not move.
That seemed to upset whatever was behind me. I felt the bed move again, but just ever so slightly. I felt that whatever was behind me was so close to me it was almost touching my hair. I had the feeling on my scalp similar to when you have static electricity in your hair. I was sure it must almost be standing on end.
I rubbed Nick’s palm with the back of my hand. I think I was actually trying to wake him, but trying to do it quietly, so whatever was behind me would not notice. It didn’t work. Nick just grunted a moment and then took another deep breath, he was still sound asleep.
I felt another movement on the bed directly behind me again. I actually could feel the blanket I had wrapped so tightly around me tug on me a bit as if someone had laid some weight on it behind me, I was sure that something was trying to get even closer to me. Suddenly I felt air blow on my cheek. It was just the same as if someone had breathed on me, except it was a lot colder, ice cold.
I tried rubbing Nick’s hand again only I did it more aggressively this time. He moaned a little and turned to face me laying his arm across my side. That made me feel a little better, if there was someone or something directly behind me he would have struck them with his hand when he put his arm around me. I no sooner had the thought when Nick’s arm went flying off of me and back towards him. It was as if someone had picked up his arm and flung it off of me. At that same exact moment, I felt a very strong tug on my hair, and heard a whisper in my ear.
“Get out of my room,” the words struck me like a knife in my stomach.
It was a very raspy mean voice. I woke Nick instantly, but once again there was no one there. Many things happened in that house. We only lived there for thirty six days, thirty six days of pure mental hell.
That was when I started to believe in ghosts and spirit hauntings. It forever changed how I view things. I wrote a book about the whole experience, The Lennox Haunting… It is on Amazon. It has the Look Inside, if you are interested in reading the first three chapters. It is also on the Nook at Barnes and Noble… Jules

The China Doll

The other day I went to the store with my mom to get a doll for my sister. It was her birthday and all she would talk about was a china doll she saw in an antique store. Well, when we got there, I immediatly recognized the doll. She had described it so well. Mom and I paid and left, thankful to almost be done hearing my sister’s fits we we said, “Maybe for your birthday.” On Saturday my sister opened her presents, and when she saw the china doll she imediatly shouted thank you. Later that night, we finally got her to stop saying thank you, and giving us hugs, so she coould go to sleep. I guessed I managed to drift off too, because the next thing I heard was a PLEASE DON’T HURT ME, and some crying! I ran in to check on my sister and I noticed the doll smiling. I thought to myself that she wasn’t when we bought her. Although, maybe I was still really tired and imagining things. From my sister’s side of the story, the china doll had woken her up, my sister heard a, “Avee! I’m in your brothers room.” and when Avee fell asleep she had a dream of our brother Johnny being hung. The next night, the same thing happened. Only this time it was mom and dad being shot, and even the next night, it was me being hung. After those dreams, strange things started happening. Mom and dad went to the bank to withdraw money for a new mattress. The line was taking so long, and they were there when HE walked in. When my parents didn’t give the robber their money, he and his partner shot them. My brother was walking to his friend’s house, and a drunk man randomly jumped out of the bushes. Before my brother new what hit him, he was stabbed. Luckily, nothing has happened to Avee and me yet, and I don’t think anything will since I threw out the china doll when we were leaving for my Aunt’s. Since mom and dad died we moved in with her. I hope we WILL be safe here.

REMEMBER!!!! THIS IS NOT A TRUE STORY AND I ONLY TOOK THE BASE AND CHANGED IT!!!