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****Here's a collection of allegedly true ghost stories from the internet, some of which are recent. Sorry for the spelling & grammatical errors of the various authors...


The Nasty Ghost
by Ruby
http://paranormal.about.com/library/blstory_march04_10.htm

It was in February of 1971. I was 18 months old, my brother was three.

It was common knowledge at the time that the house we lived in was haunted, and that my brother on many occasions would be found to be talking to someone that wasn't even there. He said it was a man that kept following him around the house, but my parents could not see this man, but they did believe my brother and tried to get a new house from the council (everyone had a council house in the '70s), but the council refused, saying that we shouldn't listen to any ghost stories, so we had to stay where we were. From then on things started to get worse.

My mother was the first person to succumb to his childish pranks. One morning she got herself ready to go shopping, but could not find her purse. She always kept it in her bedside table drawer. She looked everywhere but could not find it, so she started to look in the stupid places, something we all do when we've exhausted all the sane places. She eventually found it - in the oven.

She told my father when he arrived home, but he said that it was possible that my elder brother could have put it there, being three he was a little mischievous, so my mother agreed and put the event out of her mind. A few days later, she needed her purse again to pay the milkman, she went to her bedside table, looked in the drawer and her purse was gone, she went straight to the oven and there it was. She paid the milkman and later asked my brother if he had touched mummy's purse. He said, "It wasn't me, mummy. It was the man who follows me round the house. He says he doesn't like you or Ruby."

My mother was shocked and rang for my father to come home. My father came home and my mother told him everything. He decided to settle this once and for all. He went to the local hardware shop and bought a locking mechanism for the bedside cabinet. He fitted it that day. My mother put her purse in the drawer, locked it with the key and put the key on the chain that she wore around her neck. The next day was a Saturday, so my father was at home. They opened the drawer together. The purse was gone and the key was still around my mum's neck on her chain. They ran downstairs to the kitchen, looked in the oven and there was the purse! They agreed that if this was the worst that was going to happen, then they could live with it. OH, HOW WRONG THEY WERE.

About two weeks had passed and nothing had happened. Everything was normal until one morning my mother was washing the pots, when out of the corner of her eye she saw the teapot moving on its own. She had just put boiling water in it to make a cup of tea. She immediately stopped what she was doing and noticed that it was moving toward the edge of the work top where I was standing, but my mother was frozen with fear. All she could do was watch as the teapot moved closer to me, then it stopped. The lid then flew off and the contents of the teapot (boiling water ) went all over my face and body, scalding me. My mother whipped me in her arms and smothered me in petroleum jelly and a wet towel, she then ran to a neighbors house for help who she knew was an ambulance driver and he drove my mother and me to the hospital. Thanks to my mother smothering me in petroleum jelly and a wet towel, I have no scars on my body, apart from my middle finger on my left hand where she had missed a little bit with the jelly.

The weird thing about this is that my parents demanded to be moved with a little help from the local doctor, and three weeks after we moved out of that house, the gentleman owner who moved in died of a heart attack.

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for the past five yrs we have lost count on how many ghosts
March 26 2004 at 6:18 AM Tuesday
http://www.network54.com/Forum/thread?forumid=280828&messageid=1080281890&lp=1080281890


I often read others ghost stories, hoping to find one that I can compare to, so far a few, but nothing compared to my own story. I thought fifteen yrs ago when my parents moved from this house & me and my family moved in, the shadows I was seeing was just beacuse I was tired. That the ( hubby get up I hear something I see something Bit) yet nothing ever there.

Oh there was something there alright it was just he couldn't see them and I could. The nails tapping in the kitchen like a smalll poodles nails running across the floor, to the bed shaking, so faint that I often thought it was my own heart causing it to move. And then in the year 2000 my Mom passed away. I knew after that something had changed in my house the energy had changed. I kepted being'ing drawn to the back yard area. I could see the plants moving out there yet no wind, and when I would go to check nothing there. I was home alone, the kids and my hubby were visiting away, Awe the house to myself, I had been sitting in the kitchen at the table, when my legs got very cold, like a swirl or cold thick air came around them. I had no choice but to notice it,only to get up to close a window that wasnt open.As I started to go into my bedroom I felt a hand on my shoulder like if to stop me. I stopped dead in my tracks fearing if I turned around what was going to be there. I held my breath slowly turned nothing there. And continued on to my bedroom ready for bed.

I hadn't layed there very long when I felt this pull on one foot and then another a heavy pull.Screaming I jumped pulled the covers back nothing , Nothing there at all. But this time I knew it is just nothing it was something, something that wanted to scare the heck out of me and it did.I couldn't move I didnt know what to do, so I ran into the kitchen before I could pick up the phone to call a girlfriend it grapped me again this time from the back of my shirt. It is weird because my natural defense mode kicked in and I turned around swinging But at what.
The next morning I called hubby he came home, of coarse he thought I was just tired, and when time to go to bed, the bed started to shake, and I had spirits all over me. I could see them I could feel them, so many of them. We went into my bottom den sat down, as we looked up toward the ceiling of the room, the ceiling had turned a light orange, a blue, and the curtains started to flap as if there was a storm inside the house. We both couldn't move, I held my husband and told him no fear do not fear for this is what they want. ( Ya I was shaking in my boots) What seemed like a life time was actully a couple of minutes and then it dead stopped the colors left the curtains were still. I didn't sleep in my bedroom for almost a year, during this time I have had over 200 ghosts apparitions come through the house, 99% of them being just curious, staying long enough for a peak, a couple staying for as long as I would let them pester me.
I will never forget this one ghost, he was a male, with the hugest head I have ever seen. This was the only part of his body he would show was his head. His hair was stone white full bushy, his face stern and always had his mouth moving, eyebrows together. I would tease him by telling him about his head. He had visited us about four times, abd never showed up again.

Then there was Sara a 9 yr old girl who lived on the land we live on in the 1800's. She died from a illness she had, her father couldn't afford a doctor and was to proud to take charity, she is so sweet. I had felt so bad for her, I would leave a doll for her,and a blanket for her. She would come in early in the morning and stand at the back porch area watching me fix breakfest for the kids. I just wanted to feed her, and have tried for ever so long to send her to the light, I have her voice on audio tape telling me she is not afraid of the other spirits.
To this day I still get many many ghosts
that walk in through my back door, I have seen ghosts
from the earlier 1800's through to today's ghosts, indians, cowboys farmers go-go dancer lady, and a train
with passengers a total of fifty thinking that my house was a train station, only to have a lady with her big hat on, fancy luggage and an umburella as a walking cane, tell me to move back the train was leaving. I had replied to this lady, your not staying here and the train stopped at the wrong place all of you need to get back on board the train is leaving, and yelled all aboard, as they turned and went right through a hallway closet in my house. I never laughed so hard, in the years I thought I had seen it all, but I never will see it all for each day brings in something amazing, more amazing each day. I have to this day thousands of ghost pictures, ranging from hundreds of orbs blue, white, yellow, and red orbs. Gas hazes, with animal outlines, Lightbeams that come from the ceiling hundreds of them floating around just as if they were dancing. Images lots of different kind of images, 99% being no threat no harm, leaving 1% of what I call nasty ghosts or spirits the ones you know with out a doubt this is not good. This is a short version of my story, not enough room or time to write the whole thing. Thanks for letting me share.

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The Very Old Spirit
by Lisa
http://paranormal.about.com/library/blstory_march04_13.htm

I shared an apartment with my ex-boyfriend in 1989. The apartment was very close to Six Flags Over Texas, so I would have never imagined it to be a place of horrors. But from the first night there, the spirit world made itself very "known" to us.

It took us most of the night to move in and when we finally got things a little settled in, about 3:00 a.m., we settled in for a quick snooze. At 6:00 a.m., the ex-boyfriend got up and left for work. I stayed up for a little while after he left and went about my business of unpacking.

A couple hours later, I had become exhausted and settled back down in for more rest. In no time, I began to dream. In this dream I plainly could see my "surroundings" around me. I watched myself get out of the bed, walk out of the room and into the "passing" bathroom and through the dining room and into the living room. I heard a loud "hissing/roaring" sound and just as I did I began to witness a "figure" come out of the floor near the entranceway. He began rising up out of the floor, slowly, as if he were coming from Hell. He was about 300 pounds with horns and the face of "Beelzebub." He said to me in deep, cold wickedness, "I want you Lisa."

It was nearly impossible, but I finally managed to shake myself awake, made a mental note of my surroundings, but was so tired I fell right back into the dream. I went right back to the beginning. I walked through the apartment, heard the hissing sound, watched the demon rise out of the floor and he said those vile things to me once again.

This began a series of horrible things at this "haunted apartment." Most of the attacks came when I was asleep. Sometimes I would hear a people "enter" the apartment and conversing with one another. Usually they came to my bedside and stood at my side or sat down next to me on the bed. I was always paralyzed during these episodes but I could hear and feel everything. Sometimes they whispered in my ear. Their breath would be hot on my ear and upon arising my ear was always still hot from their breath. Some of the things they said were like an announcement they were there. It’s been many years and I have since forgotten (or blocked) the ugliness of those words from my memory. But I can say this: the announcement of their filthy souls was enough.

One day I was sleeping when the bed just started violently shaking. It was something straight out of the movie The Exorcist. At the time, I was the only one in the house and I didn't even have "dogs" then. So needless to say, there was nobody, human or animal, that could have shaken the bed, unless of course it came directly from the spirit world. Several times we were witnesses to a gray or a yellow figure "watching us." One time, we were just lying on our bed and we saw a mist next to our bed take shape into a yellow form. The figure was very person-like and appeared to be about six feet tall. We just stared at it in amazement, wondering exactly who and WHAT it was. It just stared back at us as if to say, "I'm here!"

At the moment, we weren't even exactly scared, just curious to what it wanted. We lay there talking about it as we watched it cross the room and eventually disappear. But it wasn’t just the ex and I who witnessed the evil. My brother S. and my sister H. also had a hand in experiencing the terror. My sister H. witnessed an orangish/yellowish figure standing in front of the fireplace. (The fire was not going... actually, we had never even used the fireplace!) My brother also saw and heard what we all believe, even today, to be a demon.

By then, all of us had become so terrified of the "hauntings" that when my ex left for work at 6:30, I would get my sister off the couch and make her sleep in bed with me. I felt that if we were together we could somehow keep the evil at bay.

And then there is the case of the pink flying V. The ex played the pink Randy Rhoades guitar constantly (twanged on it, I call it) whenever he was home. But even when he wasn't home I could always hear that guitar, whether I was asleep OR awake I could hear that twang of "I'm trying so darn hard to be a Rock Star" twang. Sometimes the notes were just simple, other times it was a mysterious power lead, elaborate and mystical at the same time, with a definite dose of eeriness in the music. It was so strangely beautiful that even back then when I was naive to a man's sick love and desires, I did realize that the 'boyfriend' could never produce such awesome rock. The music always started up when I was in the other room. I would then go to the guitar and look at it sitting in its guitar stand. I stared at it and it was as if it stared back at me. I KNEW it was playing. Sure, I couldn't obviously SEE the guitar strings being picked, but I could HEAR them. Obviously the spirit who was playing it wasn’t doing it from my living room, so to speak, but somewhere off in the deep folds of the spirit realm.

My brother lived in a tiny apartment up the road from us, but being a kid of 18 didn't make much money and lost his electricity. Being young and wanting company he made his way over to our apartment to avoid having to stay in a DARK place. Those last two nights were the worst for him. The first, he woke up to find the "spirit" standing over him, looking down at him as he lay on the couch. The last night, he woke up because the spirit touched him and shook the couch. When his eyes opened the very first thing he saw was "the spirit." He ran to our bedroom and said, “Lisa I’m leaving! That dang spirit is messin' with me! I'm outta here! I'd rather stay in a dark apartment than be in this place!"

We were finally fed up. I went to church one day to get "prayed over." The pastor told me what to do, so I went home to do it. The pastor said to use any kind of oil and pray over it to ask for God's anointing power. So we got out the tanning oil and believed whole-heartedly that we were going to get rid of this spirit. My sister, the ex and I then took the oil and as if in a trance we went through every square inch of the apartment screaming out prayers and rebuking demons while we rubbed oil all over the walls. Finally, as if some HAND guided us, we all three went to the door, opened it, let in the cleansing air as we let out the bad spirit. We felt the "power" move right pass us. Took another breath and said, "WHEW!"

After the experience, we were very drained. For several days, we had nothing happen out of the ordinary. We thought maybe our "spirit" had now moved on. But then "little" things started happening (like the small things that happened in the beginning... bad dreams, the television and stereo turning on by itself... the water faucet).

Our lease was soon up and we decided to move. But before we left we found out disturbing news. Someone had committed suicide in our building at some prior time before we came to live there. That is one possible explanation for the haunting. Although I believe this spirit NEVER WAS a human but an ancient spirit from the dark world. I have learned since that "negative" energy "grows" and continues to grow. Once something "bad" has happened at a place, it can continue to be a bad place. Is that why the person that killed himself committed suicide? Were they driven or influenced by a dark/evil spirit? Was it that dark spirit that drove them to their death?

The apartment is still there… still standing… still by Six Flags… and I still wonder when I drive passed it sometimes, "Is it still haunted? What has happened to the people that has lived there since?"

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Voice from Hell
by BS010
http://paranormal.about.com/library/blstory_march04_14.htm

It was about 7:00 p.m. I was alone, my parents where out and I was reading a book for homework. Suddenly, I felt a cold chill come over me and immediately sensed a being in the house. I feared if I turned around, something would try to kill me. I darted out of the room and into the living room.

I was beginning to calm down and tell myself that I was just being paranoid and that there was no one in the house when I heard a voice whisper very close to me ear, it sounded to me like, "I'll be waiting for you." The voice was very eerie; it sounded like the voice was of a man... it sounded dead. Needless to say, I freaked out and ran to my next door neighbors' house and told them what had happened. They said that they would come over and take a look. There didn't seem to be anyone at the house. My neighbor finally gave up and told me that I'd just been hearing things, and she went back home.

I was still scared, when my parents got home, I told them what had happened, they didn't believe me.

That night, I woke up around 3:00 a.m. I didn't know why I had woken up, but I recall being very frightened. I immediately felt the same cold chill, and I sensed someone else in the room with me. Then I heard it again, the words were more stretched out however; it sounded like "I'lllll beeeee waaiitiinnggg foooor yooouuuu"

I screamed and my parents ran in, I told them what I had heard. They comforted me and told me that I probably just dreamed the voice and that I was safe. They said nothing would hurt me. I finally calmed down, but I was still scared, I went back to sleep.

The next morning I awoke, I sat up and noticed that something wasn't right. I looked up on my dresser and saw that my cross necklace wasn't where it should be. I got up and frantically searched around my room. I was about to give up hope when I stepped on something sharp. I looked down and saw my beloved necklace, smashed. It was in little pieces, littered across the room. It also looked like... it had been coated with blood. Some of he pieces were rusted and red.

I have never heard this voice since, to this day I believe I had a encounter with an evil being - a being straight from hell.

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I Saw Dead People
by Sarah-Claire
http://paranormal.about.com/library/blstory_march04_15.htm

When I was a child, my mother and grandmothers always caught me talking to "invisible" people.

I am 12 years old now, but I can still remember most of the people I talked to. Most of the time they were dead relatives. My grandfather, and great-grandmothers were a few. Occasionally, I would talk to people I was unfamiliar with. If I did not know them, they were always children, like myself.

One time, I was talking to a girl that was about six or seven. I was only about three, but we had fun talking. Her name was Ashleigh, and she was trying to warn me. She kept telling me," Look after Becky. Look after Becky. Never leave her out of your sight."

The next night, I had a dream that my Pappy was telling me the same thing. The next day, my older sister, Becky, went off a 15-foot cliff. I cried because I had let them down. My Pappy came to me in a dream the night she went off. He told me not to worry, she would be okay, and that I was the only one outside with her, and I was watching her.

Another encounter with my family's dead was just last year, in February, when I was very sick with bronchitis and strep throat. My fever was over 104, I heard my mother saying. I fell asleep, but woke up at about 2 a.m. I was scared because I thought Voldemort (in Harry Potter) was coming to kill me. I walked down the hall to my mom's bedroom, but before I reached the door I got really dizzy and fell down the steps. I couldn't get up. Someone was standing next to me and I was scared. My pappy was there. I only saw him when I was a baby, because he had died, but I knew who he was from my dreams. He told me to run upstairs to my mothers room and stay away from the door. I didn't listen.

Later that night, I woke up to people talking. I looked down the stairs because I was in my mom's room and the door was open. There was a man and a woman talking about how they were going to kill me. They came toward me and I couldn't breathe. My mother and stepfather woke up and called 911. I was having a seizure. I don't remember anything else.

My guardian angel or ghosts? I don't know what to think now.








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"Humans make errors in judgment. It is sometimes necessary to protect them from their own inadequacies."...




MisterEtc
Posted on: 2004/5/8 23:56

Revenant
Joined: 2004/2/29
From: Sterling VA
Posts: 2508

Re: A Collection of Ghost Stories
***Here are some more stories...


Ghost at the U.N.
by Jon B.
http://paranormal.about.com/library/blstory_may04_14.htm

Back in the late 1960s my mother worked at the U.N. in New York as a secretary in an adjacent building that was part of the larger complex. She worked in an area that was once part of a large conference hall, but was later divided up to make room for offices and now only a small portion of it was a conference room with two large double doors that led into the large conference space.

One night, while working late all alone, she began to hear a low sound of the clinking of glasses, like a cocktail party, but very faint and seemed to come from behind the large double doors. The hallway leading up to the conference room was dark, and there were no planned parties. Although cocktail parties were commonplace, there would have never been one in the conference hall, and certainly none if all the hall lights to the main doors were dim.

She soon went back to work finishing up for a few more minutes when she then heard a rush of applause like a full room was applauding at a speech from down the hall toward the two large doors, like it was coming through the auditorium walls. Then just faded.

She said she got up and went down the hall convinced that there might actually be something going on in there. So she went over to the double doors and tried to open them, but they were locked. Then she said she heard applauding again from behind her, but faint and thought she knew exactly what it was there was an audio monitor that they sometimes used to listen in on speeches.

So she walked over to the monitor in an office, she checked it and found that it was completely off. Then once again from the double doors she heard a cocktail party again but louder, the clinking of glasses and laughing voices and occasional applause. All coming through the walls.

She called down to security and had them come up to check it out. So after a few minutes the security guy came up checked the door opened it and went into the conference room to see if there was someone in there possibly. The room was empty and the sound system was off.

So she got her stuff together and went to head out of the area of the building in which she worked. And upon passing through the glass doors that led to the elevators she looked back to the very office in which she was working and noticed the door was slowly opening,she then stopped to take a second look at her office door and then the door closed all by itself until shut. The elevator door opened and she got on.

She said she only worked there a few weeks more before getting another job.

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Haunted Barbie
by Tuesday
http://paranormal.about.com/library/blstory_may04_07.htm

This happened my fresHydromaxen year of high school. My best friend, Red, and I had planned a sleepover at my house, which later turned out to be a weekly ritual. After school she came home with me, and we started our homework. As we were doing our homework we noticed a slight rustling sound around the room. Being as my little brother had a mouse we let it go as his mouse got loose, and went back to our homework.

When we were done with our homework, we went down to my room to watch a little television. To give you the layout of my room, it was very small. It had a shelf that ran the length and width of the room. Started at one wall and followed the wall around the room to the closet. I had books, movies and a Happy Birthday Barbie that I had received from my grandmother for my birthday sitting on this shelf.

We were watching a movie, and we heard the rustling sound again. Pushing the sound again as being my brothers mouse we went back to the movie. It wasn't until my little brother walked into my room with his mouse in his hands that we realized the rustling had to be something else. Red and I started looking around the room and at the same time our eyes fixed on the Happy Birthday Barbie that happened to be gliding along the shelf her dress brushing the top of the shelf. Freaked out I asked Red if she saw the barbie moving. She said, "Yes."

Being the coward that I am I left the room as quick as I could, Red not far behind me. This is where it gets weird, and I promise this is the truth. Red and I were upstairs sitting on the couch finishing the movie we were watching on television. When we heard the rustling again. We both looked toward the kitchen where the sound was coming from and there sitting on the kitchen floor was the Happy Birthday Barbie that we had left sitting on the shelf in my room.

The next morning the barbie found herself in the local garage sale. After that the rustling stopped and Red and I have never heard it again.

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Followed from the Cemetery
by Ojie

I've had ghost visitations since I was a teenager. At first, they really frightened me, but my mother confirmed that she had seen the same ghost and that it was just passing through our house and advised me to not be scared because this shade meant me no harm.

Since then I've had several ghostly visitations. One of them was very scary. It occurred in Chinon, France, in 1990. I went into a small cemetery in an historic village close to Chinon. My husband was quite agitated and told me to get out. But I was interested in reading some of the head stones. During my wandering I came upon a fresh grave and was somehow drawn to it. By this time my husband was imploring me from outside the cemetery to come out. He's not superstitious, but he obviously felt something strange because he refused to enter the cemetery himself.

That night, while we were in our hotel room which was not at all creepy, we woke up to the sound of something crashing in the bathroom. There was a terrible stench in the room and it was freezing cold. Upon investigation, we saw that the light bulbs in the bathroom had all crashed into the the sink from their panel on the wall above the mirror.

Then after calming down, we tried to sleep again. About 30 seconds later, something very forceful grabbed me by the shoulders. I screamed and fought it off. Needless to say, we didn't fall back asleep, staying awake for the dawn. My husband told me I looked as white as a sheet and I was definately shaken up.

We stayed another night in the same room, but there was no supernatural visitation.

I'm a very rational person by nature and profession. This (and other ghostly visitations were not dreams. I've always been wide awake when they happen. I have no explanation, other than there is a realm in which restless spirits reside. For those who are sensitive to that realm, for whatever reasons, these experiences are very weird indeed. Go figure!

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Mystery at Camp
by Brad Michaels
http://paranormal.about.com/library/blstory_may04_21.htm

This is actually a story that happened to a good friend of mine:

I was a camp counselor in Minnesota. Every year, at the end of the season, we would clean out the cabins and secure the grounds for the winter months. There were always paranormal things going on in this spooky, wooded area, but none that rival this story.

At the end of each season, after we closed everything up, the owners of the camp would let us counselors come back and stay over night as one last party. So myself, along with a few of my friends, packed up sleeping bags, a case of beer and some games to pass the time. One of my friends even brought his video camera to document the occasion.

Once we arrived, we all piled into Lemon Tree, suposedly one of the ghost "hot spots" of the camp. We weren't going to let that stand in our way, however, of a weekend of fun. Inside the cabin, there were two rooms: the main room, complete with a table and chairs which sat against the front window, and a second room, which we used for storing our gear. Once we had everything put away, we let the party begin. Immediately, my friend broke out his camera to capture the stupid moments of card playing, as well as our slow trickle into drunkedness. Finally, in the wee hours, he stowed his camera away with the rest of the gear, and we all sat down for a rousing game of Monopoly.

The rest of the night was routine; nothing extraordinary. And when it was over, we went our separate ways and on about our business. A few weeks later, I received a call from one of my friends telling me that they were getting together to view the tape of our fun night. We gathered at the house of our camera man, and over some brewskis, watched and laughed at the stupid moments. Finally, the end of the taped came signaled by snow on the screen. My friend reached out to stop tape. Just as he had his finger on the stop button, the tape kicked back on. In the picture was all of us playing Monopoly -- shot from the outside looking through the window! You could hear the muffled sound of our laughter in between a very low, drawn out breathing from behind the camera. This played for about 10 to 15 seconds, and then cut back out. We just sat there for what seemed like hours, paralyzed by fear.

Finally, breaking the silence, one of the guys said, "Alright. Who's the wise guy who snuck out and did this?" However, no one would confess. At that point we rewound the tape, over and over, counting everyone at the table. Sure enough, every person that came on the trip was present around the table. Someone or something else had recorded the images left at the end of that tape. All we could do was sit in quite terror as we watched ourselves on tape and heard the breathing, ever so slowly, in and out.

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A Haunting on Branch Street
by Gail
http://paranormal.about.com/library/blstory_may04_09.htm

It's been 16 years since I moved out of that evil apartment. This apartment was located on 6 Branch Street in Fall River, Massachusetts. It was our last apartment my boyfriend, at the time, had rented and it was going to be something that was going to be part of our darkest fears for years to come.

Sixteen years and I remember everything like it was just yesterday. I was expecting my first son in six months at that time. This apartment was rented to us by a friend of my boyfriend's relative. When my boyfriend's mother and I first walked in the house smelled musty, really warm and it reeked like an old basement. We washed the apartment through and through and made sure everything was suitable for us to live in.

First incident: My boyfriend were coming in with groceries in our hands and I was waiting for my boyfriend to unlocked the front door. Upon waiting, I happened to look up at the wooden door frame and noticed an upside down carved cross about three inches long on it. I gasped and showed it to my boyfriend. We both stared at it and brushed it off.

Second incident: I was in the living room one afternoon watching Oprah on TV. Everything seemed calm and normal. But then suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, down the hallway I noticed something was moving. It was the front door opening slowly wide, and when I looked directly at it, it swung shut furiously. I ran out of the other door located in the living room and ran down my boyfriend's mother's house down the street from us. I was upset, scared and told his family about the event. Everyone was baffled.

Third event: I began noticing knickknacks being moved in different places almost daily and kept hearing a clicking noise of some kind at least two times a day.

Fourth incident: I happened to be getting a glass a milk in kitchen when I heard the clicking noise again! This time I seemed close to the clicking noise so I followed where the sound was coming from. I found myself staring at the solid brass deadbolt located on our front door turning all by itself, locking the door. The hairs on my arms stood straight up and I darted to the back door again running down my boyfriend's mother's home. I was frantic at this point and was terrified to stay in this apartment. I thought to myself, what next. My boyfriend didn't know what to think because things didn't seem to happen when he was around until it did.

Fifth incident: My boyfriend and I were getting ready to fall asleep, so he rolled over to give me a kiss. Suddenly, he stopped and whispered to me, "Get the bat from under the bed!" I looked at him puzzled and asked, "What, what for?" "Just get the bat!" I reached over and grabbed the bat and gave it to him. He scurried out of the bed like a mad man going around the entire apartment with the bat in his hands. He soon came back in the room, put the bat down and lay on the bed. I asked him what was wrong. He didn't want to tell me, but I insisted. He said, "I saw something black standing at our bedroom doorway when I went to reach over to kiss you." I began to feel that uncomfortable scared feeling again, and I think he was starting to also.

Sixth incident: I came home from visiting my boyfriend's mother and I noticed the apartment was freezing. It felt like it was 30 degrees. I walked into the kitchen and I noticed there was a gold necklace on the kitchen counter. It had a star and a circle around the star. Years later I realized it represented devil worship. Anyhow, upon seeing this necklace, it gave me an uneasy feeling. Where did it come from? I walked over to the bathroom and flushed it in the toilet and it was gone.

Seventh incident: My friend Sheila slept over two weeks after the necklace incident and went to unfold the couch into a bed. I was in the kitchen at the time preparing snacks when she called me over. I went over to where she was and all of a sudden it felt like the blood just drained out of my body when I noticed she was holding up the same necklace I flushed in the toilet. She asked, "What, do you believe in the devil or something?" I said no and asked where she got it. She said she found it between the couch.

Eight incident: She and I the next night decided to do a Ouija board in the apartment by the kitchen door. We blessed the house with holy water before playing with the Ouija. Upon using the Ouija, nothing happened. It was after we stopped using it that I didn't feel right. I stood up and I felt like my feet weren't touching the floor, although they were; I felt like I was drifting. I felt like that for about an hour.

Ninth incident: My boyfriend and I were playing rummy around 1:00 in the morning when we heard what sounded like a body falling down the stairs from behind the kitchen door. We lived on the first floor; a lady just died of a stroke on the second floor. So what was the noise? My boyfriend flung open the kitchen door and there was nothing there. We both looked at each other amazed and confused.

Tenth incident: It was around 9:30 p.m. when my boyfriend and his friend along with myself were watching wrestling on TV. Suddenly all the windows in the apartment were rattling and sounded like the windows were all getting pounded on. He and his friends ran out of the back door to look around the outside of the apartment and came back in saying no one was there. They were freaked out and so was I.

Eleventh incident: My boyfriend and I had been arguing and he was sitting on the living room chair that was able to spin if you wanted it to. I angrily walked down the hall over to the kitchen to grab something to drink and was walking back over to him. When I saw him, I dropped the glass of milk on the carpet and screamed. His eyes were both rolled back and he was foaming from the left side of his mouth. I ran to his mother's and we both came back frantic to find my boyfriend sitting down watching TV like nothing ever happened. Freaky!

Twelfth incident: My son was four months old and my mother just past away from cancer. One morning my boyfriend went off to work and I remember I was sleeping on the bed when I heard my mother's voice call out my name. I opened my eyes and no one was there. Then I kept my eyes open and I heard her voice say my name again. My phone rang instantly and I ran over to the phone and I heard a dial tone. My son was crying furiously in his crib. I reached over to take him off the crib and went over to the kitchen to warm his bottle. I was still disturbed by hearing my mother's voice, but knew I had to feed my son. My back was turned toward the hallway, warming the bottle when I heard a voice, less than a whisper, but could hear my name. I shut the stove off, grabbed my son and headed to my boyfriend's mother's house again.

This apartment was a non-stop haunting. One other event I left out in this that I need to let you people know: My boyfriend's niece decided to visit me one day, but at the time my mother was still alive and I was visiting her. When his niece came over to me later that night, she wanted me to sit down – that she had something to tell me. She told me that when she went to visit me earlier that day, she kept knocking on the door. When she didn't get a response she said she looked in the living room windows that were a little open and saw things flying across my apartment and heard tiny voices talking amongst themselves. She was white as a sheet while she told me this and I knew that his family started to see for themselves. My boyfriend and I soon after that broke up. Broke up for a combination of reasons along with the added stress of that place. Upon moving out, my boyfriend's uncle, who knew the landlord very well, told me that the landlord told him that devil worshippers resided in the apartment before we moved in and were trouble. That explained for all the occurrences that went on there. Sometimes we have to wonder what's lurking in certain places and it's only while you live there that you get subjected to what's waiting.
 
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A while ago it was early in the morning and i got this place there was only an old man and he let me in.i was waiting there for a friend of mine but he didnt show up and i decided to take a tour into that place i walked upstairs and i entered to this room and there was the shape of a woman looking,it really looked liked a young woman and she was smiling but she didnt move she was seated there,i got out of the room asking my self what the hell was that,nobody else was there but that old man and i......
 

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A while ago it was early in the morning and i got this place there was only an old man and he let me in.i was waiting there for a friend of mine but he didnt show up and i decided to take a tour into that place i walked upstairs and i entered to this room and there was the shape of a woman looking,it really looked liked a young woman and she was smiling but she didnt move she was seated there,i got out of the room asking my self what the hell was that,nobody else was there but that old man and i......
I have had many interactions with what some would call ghosts. In my house there is always noises and voices that are unexplainable. When I had a recording studio in my house we would always pick up voices on the voice tracks only. I have kept many of these recordings and most sound like a young girl, maybe 4-5 years old. As this was happening every time we tried to record I told a guy I knew at a local pizza place and he was friends with one of the guys on Ghost Hunters and he told them about what was happening in my house. They wanted to come in for an interview and check things out but I decided to say no because I did not want to exploit the spirit. She was definitely a good spirit, sweet and gentle. If I ever get the chance I will upload some of the sound bites, they will make a believer out of anyone.
 
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And sometime later it was late night i got out and there was a lady seated on the curb,she looked great and she was smiling again, i left the place trying to find out what the hell was going on, this one time she looked a bit more human evenso i was freaked out a little..
 
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I remember years ago i had this dream about being abducted by extraterrestrials, they wanted to take me into their spaceship,their argument was that i was the chosen one as if i was a special being or something i didnt want to go whit them but the creature asked me to go whit them and i ended up going whit them, we traveled around the world in secs we went to different parts of the world and i remember we got this house and there was an old man in the kitchen cooking,the creature stood behind the old man and whispered something the old man turned around and nobody was there,the creature laughed or something,i remember too that we were in this amusement park and he was riding a carousel horse,and people didnt see him,and his words were; now you see we are here but they cant see us,i woke up and i remember clearly hearing the sound of an engine or something damn crazy night.....
 

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I remember years ago i had this dream about being abducted by extraterrestrials, they wanted to take me into their spaceship,their argument was that i was the chosen one as if i was a special being or something i didnt want to go whit them but the creature asked me to go whit them and i ended up going whit them, we traveled around the world in secs we went to different parts of the world and i remember we got this house and there was an old man in the kitchen cooking,the creature stood behind the old man and whispered something the old man turned around and nobody was there,the creature laughed or something,i remember too that we were in this amusement park and he was riding a carousel horse,and people didnt see him,and his words were; now you see we are here but they cant see us,i woke up and i remember clearly hearing the sound of an engine or something damn crazy night.....
Reads like a cool sic-fi flick!
 
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A couple of years ago i spent the night in the house of a friend i was sleeping on the floor,and i can remember i saw how the door was opened slowly, the house windows were closed and there was no way the wind could get into the house i tought it was somebody but nobody was there next day in the morning i told him about that situation,and he told me that the ghost had been there for years he or she god knows use to lurk around the house....
 

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A couple of years ago i spent the night in the house of a friend i was sleeping on the floor,and i can remember i saw how the door was opened slowly, the house windows were closed and there was no way the wind could get into the house i tought it was somebody but nobody was there next day in the morning i told him about that situation,and he told me that the ghost had been there for years he or she god knows use to lurk around the house....
I like knowing there are spirits about that are no longer in human form, this increases my faith in God big time.
 
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An amazing one, late night in this campng place kind of thing ,a relative and his friends it was a place where people used to spend the night nd stuff all of a sudden,a blinding light turned the dark night into the middle of the day,nothing to see there no sounds no nothing they had no choice but to run some mins later the light started to vanish even to this day there is no answer for that phenomena.....
 

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An amazing one, late night in this campng place kind of thing ,a relative and his friends it was a place where people used to spend the night nd stuff all of a sudden,a blinding light turned the dark night into the middle of the day,nothing to see there no sounds no nothing they had no choice but to run some mins later the light started to vanish even to this day there is no answer for that phenomena.....
Were you there with them?
 
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No i wasnt there but i have heard that things like that happened to other people
 

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