(Story by: Daphnie of the Philippines)
Two weeks before her wedding day, Diane and her fiancee Alex had finished the preparation for their wedding day. February 16th is the exact date of their wedding day.
Everything's perfect for them until one night, Diane went home from buying some groceries, she fell asleep and dreamed of something:
Someone was chasing her and she was running for her life there is a voice shouting "Dianne, help me! Help me, please ! I will never Leave you !"
Then she woke up it's like the thing has happened for real, because she was sweating and panting ! She went to the bathroom and washed her face, her cellphone rings from her pocket and she answer it quickly when she found out the one who's calling -- Alex.
"Hi." he said from the other line.
"Hey Alex. It's 4 o'clock? why are you still awake?" Diane asked him.
"Babe, let's move our wedding day." Alex said in a low tone of voice.
"Huh? But, but why?" she asked confuse
"I need more time to get back." He said in a hurried voice.
"What? Get back from where?" Diane asked him again.
"I need more time to get back from the dead!" He shouted then the line cut off. Diane was confused about the thing Alex said "get back from the dead" Was it kind of joke?
She didn't mind it for she thinks Alex was about to surprise her. Well, Alex love to surprise her or even anyone! But when she was about to get out of the bathroom the doorknob won't turn! She was locked inside the bathroom until a voice whisper in her ears "I am here." Everything's gone black.
She woke up from her bed and it's like nothing's happened like any usual day her everyday routine. Until she went to Alex's house to check their invitations but everyone was quiet.
"W-What's happening?" She asked. Nervous.
"Alex, he ...is dead." Alex' mother replied
"Huh? What? When? Where? H-How?" She asked them repeatedly.
"He died last night, 11:00 in the evening. He had a car accident. Dead on arrival." Alex' father replied.
She can't believe everything!
A week later after Alex' burial, she went to his grave and mourn. Today is their wedding day February 16th.
Someone touched her left shoulder.
"I will always be there by your side, Leaving you never even I'm dead. I will be with you always. I will never leave you."
It was Alex. He was STILL EXISTED.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Between My Aunt and My Mom
(Truly Experienced By: Paige From Florida)
My name is Paige, and just like my mum, I have the gift to see spirits, but only when they want me to. One of these incidents happened about four years ago when my favorite aunt, Aunty Lori, passed away from cancer.
In late 2008, I signed up for this camp called Flinders Rangers for two weeks. We left for the campsite a week late, and it took six hours to get to the hills, but when we got there, it was cool; there was a man called Barty whom I bonded with as a father role model, and Ron, a real jerk who acted like he was running a boot camp. I had to have a lot of help from my friends and Barty because it was my fist time camping out in the open, and that first night I started to cry and feel sorry for my mum because she has this thing called IBS that could turn into cancer. Everyone told me she would be fine, but each night the fears got worse as I wondered who would help her if she fainted, or what would happen if she died, because the only other person at home was my 11-year-old sister.
The fifth to last night there I was dreaming of my mum when my Aunty Lori came to me and said, “Paige, your mum is in great pain.” I woke up thinking it was only a dream, but when I got back to my tent from the bathroom, my aunty was standing next to it.
I was scared, because this was the most I had ever seen a spirit in one night, I asked her what she wanted and she told me that my mum was in great pain from a huge IBS attack; at that moment, I got a sharp pain all down my left side.
When I went home, Mum said I looked like death warmed up, and even after a nice, hot shower, I just looked at her and asked if I could go to bed. A week later, I asked Mum If she’d had an IBS attack while I was gone, and she said yes, all down her left side. I was nearly in tears. I told mum that I felt it too at camp. I also told her about Aunty Lori. From that day on, every time I get a sharp pain down my side, I know it's my Aunty Lori trying to warn me to be with my mum.
My name is Paige, and just like my mum, I have the gift to see spirits, but only when they want me to. One of these incidents happened about four years ago when my favorite aunt, Aunty Lori, passed away from cancer.
In late 2008, I signed up for this camp called Flinders Rangers for two weeks. We left for the campsite a week late, and it took six hours to get to the hills, but when we got there, it was cool; there was a man called Barty whom I bonded with as a father role model, and Ron, a real jerk who acted like he was running a boot camp. I had to have a lot of help from my friends and Barty because it was my fist time camping out in the open, and that first night I started to cry and feel sorry for my mum because she has this thing called IBS that could turn into cancer. Everyone told me she would be fine, but each night the fears got worse as I wondered who would help her if she fainted, or what would happen if she died, because the only other person at home was my 11-year-old sister.
The fifth to last night there I was dreaming of my mum when my Aunty Lori came to me and said, “Paige, your mum is in great pain.” I woke up thinking it was only a dream, but when I got back to my tent from the bathroom, my aunty was standing next to it.
I was scared, because this was the most I had ever seen a spirit in one night, I asked her what she wanted and she told me that my mum was in great pain from a huge IBS attack; at that moment, I got a sharp pain all down my left side.
When I went home, Mum said I looked like death warmed up, and even after a nice, hot shower, I just looked at her and asked if I could go to bed. A week later, I asked Mum If she’d had an IBS attack while I was gone, and she said yes, all down her left side. I was nearly in tears. I told mum that I felt it too at camp. I also told her about Aunty Lori. From that day on, every time I get a sharp pain down my side, I know it's my Aunty Lori trying to warn me to be with my mum.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
The Pianist
Original Story By: Daphnie Manlapaz
I am Jane Fross. It was 7th in November Year 2003 when we moved in to our new home in California. I have my older sister, Jenny and a younger one, Janine. I still remember when my mom and dad celebrated their 16th anniversary, so they went out for a date. Jenny was still with her friends---at the party actually. My younger sister and I was playing a puzzle in the living room.
If I'm not mistaken, it was around 9:30 in the evening and Janine has a curfew and needs to go to sleep. Jenny was still out of the house, so I am alone downstairs. I am waiting for them to go home, I was looking around the house when I noticed the old piano in a large empty room. It's more like a library because it has many empty bookshelves.
I go towards the piano and I noticed some old paper sheets. I read the paper sheet it says:
"FOR MY DAUGHTER-COMPOSED BY HILLARY CARMENSON YEAR 1935." I was so shocked because of the date! It was very old. but I am still curious so I read the lyrics. It says like this:
"TO MY LITTLE DAUGHTER, I'M SORRY I'D DID THAT. I NEVER MEANT IT, BUT YOU LET ME DO IT. I WAS AFRAID YOU'LL GO TO ME AGAIN, EVERY NIGHT YOU'RE IN MY DREAMS AND MY CONSCIENCE NEVER EASE." I still don't get why it was like that but I felt like someone walk behind me.
I closed the paper sheet and leave it. I left the empty room and I went to the living room again to wait for mom and dad. Then after a while, I heard something, something like a piano, I went to the empty room and for my shockness, I saw a lady sitting in the piano, playing and singing. I guess that's the song I'm reading a while ago.
Did you remember that I already closed the paper sheets? But it was open! I hurriedly screamed and ran so loud and that's the same time mom, dad and Jenny entered the front door. I told them everything but they do not believe me. I cried so hard all night and right before I go to sleep, I saw a girl in a nightgown with a knife stabbed in her heart, bleeding, she was carrying a bloodied teddy bear.
That time, I am paralyzed, but she say something:
"MOM, I MISSED MY BED, THIS BED WHERE YOU HAVE NO MERCY KILLING ME. I ALWAYS HEAR THE SONG YOU MADE FOR ME AND NOW I FORGIVE YOU AND I WILL NOW REST I'M VERY TIRED MOMMY AND THANK YOU." then she just vanished into thin air.
I ran downstairs and I went to the empty room, I searched for clues and there's an old notebook in one of those empty bookshelves. I opened it at the middle part of the notebook here it says:
"TONIGHT IS NOVEMBER 5TH YEAR 1935, 17TH BIRTHDAY OF MY ONLY DAUGHTER, HANNAH CARMENSON. I BOUGHT HER A NEW NIGHTGOWN AND A TEDDY BEAR.WE BOTH BAKED A CAKE AND SLICED IT WITH A BIG KNIFE. SOMEONE CALLED IN THE TELEPHONE AND I REVEALED THAT MY DAUGHTER HAVE HER OWN BOYFRIEND! BUT I ALREADY TOLD HER THAT SHE IS NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE A BOYFRIEND UNTIL THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN. BUT SADLY, SHE DISOBEYED HER OWN MOTHER. I REALLY CAN'T CONTROL MYSELF IN MADNESS, I STABBED THE BIG KNIFE WE USE IN THE CAKE, I STABBED IT TO HER HEART, IN HER BED WHERE WE CHASED EACH OTHER."
I was very shocked about what I read but when I turn the next page, there is another note written:
"TONIGHT IS NOVEMBER 7TH, YEAR 1935. MY CONSCIENCE IS KILLING ME. EVERY TIME I PLAY MY UNTITLED SONG, I CAN'T FORGIVE MYSELF. TONIGHT I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF. I WANTED TO BE WITH MY DAUGHTER AND I WANTED HER TO FORGIVE ME." I was curious and turned the page once more. There, I saw an old photo of a bloodied girl lying on the bed with a knife stabbed in her heart. I thought she's Hannah Carmenson.
I turned the page again but it was no more post and blank. I was still interested and I wanted to find out what happened. I searched for clues again, trying to look behind the empty bookshelves and even under the piano even though I'm scared. I went to my room and find if there's some clue there. I found out a photo and a big knife under my bed.
I looked at the photo, It was a photo of a lady hanging in the cieling with a rope tied on her neck. I look around where in the part of the house the photo was taken and the setting is into my room!
The photo was taken above the bed where the girl's dead body is lying.
I accidentally looked through the calendar hanged at the back of my door.
It was NOVEMBER 7, 1935.
I checked my phone and it has the same date!
--NOVEMBER 7, 2003 12:00 A.M.--
I am Jane Fross. It was 7th in November Year 2003 when we moved in to our new home in California. I have my older sister, Jenny and a younger one, Janine. I still remember when my mom and dad celebrated their 16th anniversary, so they went out for a date. Jenny was still with her friends---at the party actually. My younger sister and I was playing a puzzle in the living room.
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| I saw the woman in the piano . |
I go towards the piano and I noticed some old paper sheets. I read the paper sheet it says:
"FOR MY DAUGHTER-COMPOSED BY HILLARY CARMENSON YEAR 1935." I was so shocked because of the date! It was very old. but I am still curious so I read the lyrics. It says like this:
"TO MY LITTLE DAUGHTER, I'M SORRY I'D DID THAT. I NEVER MEANT IT, BUT YOU LET ME DO IT. I WAS AFRAID YOU'LL GO TO ME AGAIN, EVERY NIGHT YOU'RE IN MY DREAMS AND MY CONSCIENCE NEVER EASE." I still don't get why it was like that but I felt like someone walk behind me.
I closed the paper sheet and leave it. I left the empty room and I went to the living room again to wait for mom and dad. Then after a while, I heard something, something like a piano, I went to the empty room and for my shockness, I saw a lady sitting in the piano, playing and singing. I guess that's the song I'm reading a while ago.
Did you remember that I already closed the paper sheets? But it was open! I hurriedly screamed and ran so loud and that's the same time mom, dad and Jenny entered the front door. I told them everything but they do not believe me. I cried so hard all night and right before I go to sleep, I saw a girl in a nightgown with a knife stabbed in her heart, bleeding, she was carrying a bloodied teddy bear.
That time, I am paralyzed, but she say something:
"MOM, I MISSED MY BED, THIS BED WHERE YOU HAVE NO MERCY KILLING ME. I ALWAYS HEAR THE SONG YOU MADE FOR ME AND NOW I FORGIVE YOU AND I WILL NOW REST I'M VERY TIRED MOMMY AND THANK YOU." then she just vanished into thin air.
I ran downstairs and I went to the empty room, I searched for clues and there's an old notebook in one of those empty bookshelves. I opened it at the middle part of the notebook here it says:
"TONIGHT IS NOVEMBER 5TH YEAR 1935, 17TH BIRTHDAY OF MY ONLY DAUGHTER, HANNAH CARMENSON. I BOUGHT HER A NEW NIGHTGOWN AND A TEDDY BEAR.WE BOTH BAKED A CAKE AND SLICED IT WITH A BIG KNIFE. SOMEONE CALLED IN THE TELEPHONE AND I REVEALED THAT MY DAUGHTER HAVE HER OWN BOYFRIEND! BUT I ALREADY TOLD HER THAT SHE IS NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE A BOYFRIEND UNTIL THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN. BUT SADLY, SHE DISOBEYED HER OWN MOTHER. I REALLY CAN'T CONTROL MYSELF IN MADNESS, I STABBED THE BIG KNIFE WE USE IN THE CAKE, I STABBED IT TO HER HEART, IN HER BED WHERE WE CHASED EACH OTHER."I was very shocked about what I read but when I turn the next page, there is another note written:
"TONIGHT IS NOVEMBER 7TH, YEAR 1935. MY CONSCIENCE IS KILLING ME. EVERY TIME I PLAY MY UNTITLED SONG, I CAN'T FORGIVE MYSELF. TONIGHT I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF. I WANTED TO BE WITH MY DAUGHTER AND I WANTED HER TO FORGIVE ME." I was curious and turned the page once more. There, I saw an old photo of a bloodied girl lying on the bed with a knife stabbed in her heart. I thought she's Hannah Carmenson.
I turned the page again but it was no more post and blank. I was still interested and I wanted to find out what happened. I searched for clues again, trying to look behind the empty bookshelves and even under the piano even though I'm scared. I went to my room and find if there's some clue there. I found out a photo and a big knife under my bed.
I looked at the photo, It was a photo of a lady hanging in the cieling with a rope tied on her neck. I look around where in the part of the house the photo was taken and the setting is into my room!
The photo was taken above the bed where the girl's dead body is lying.
I accidentally looked through the calendar hanged at the back of my door.
It was NOVEMBER 7, 1935.
I checked my phone and it has the same date!
--NOVEMBER 7, 2003 12:00 A.M.--
Saturday, September 10, 2011
The Haunted Baguio Teachers Camp
(Truly experienced by Sharmela, Me, Reszie, Ferlyn, Jona, Venice from the Philippines.)
About the History:
Our Story:
We had our Culminating Activity or simply "Camping." It was the activity of our school last February 28-March 01, 2011 .
We arrived at the teacher's camp exactly 1:00 in the afternoon. I noticed that when we entered the girls' dormitory, there was a cold wind came to me. I don't know if my friends also noticed that.
When the night arrives, we decided to go in ghost haunting but it never happened.
Because we captured many ghost in our digital cameras and videos.
When we were going to sleep, there's someone who's knocking in our door but when we opened it, there's nothing .
About the History:
For those who have not gone and stayed in Baguio Teacher’s Camp, it has just recently commemorated its 100th year anniversary since its founding by the Thomasites. Thomasites were the American teachers who set up the education system in the Philippines.During the evening get together, ghost stories were narrated, true or made-up, it is one of the attractions of the camp.
One of the structures they built was the Baguio Teacher’s Camp which is now the premiere venue for educational training sessions and workshops and ideal tourist destination. It is located on lush, fully-wooded 23-hectare area that is 4,570 feet above sea level. The ambience is soothingly cool during the day and refreshingly cold at night.
Our Story:
We had our Culminating Activity or simply "Camping." It was the activity of our school last February 28-March 01, 2011 .
We arrived at the teacher's camp exactly 1:00 in the afternoon. I noticed that when we entered the girls' dormitory, there was a cold wind came to me. I don't know if my friends also noticed that.
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| This is the girl's dormitory |
Because we captured many ghost in our digital cameras and videos.
When we were going to sleep, there's someone who's knocking in our door but when we opened it, there's nothing .
Dead Girl is Back
(Truly experienced by Marisol and Evelyn)
My family had this little girl named Catelin, way before I was born. You see, Catelin was a daddy's girl. My sister Miranda was extremely envious of her. So, one day my dad bought Catelin a puppy on her third birthday, even though Miranda had been asking for one since she turned thirteen. Miranda went to argue with my dad about Catelin's puppy. She said, "Dad. How come you give Catelin whatever she wants, but not me? I'm tired of her!"
She left the room and saw Catelin going down the stairs with her puppy. Her puppy started whining and started to squirm. Miranda told the puppy to be quiet. Miranda tried to grab the puppy from Catelin. Catelin started shouting, "No! My doggy!" Miranda said, “Tell him to be quiet, or I’ll take him to the garage." Catelin's puppy jumped out of her arms and ran down the stairs. Catelin started to go after her puppy, but Miranda grabbed her arms. She started to pull and Miranda let go. Catelin fell down the stairs and sadly died.
My parents had me the next year and made sure Miranda was nowhere near me. When I turned thirteen, my mother announced she was pregnant with another girl, which turned out to be a daddy's girl. When Cindy turned three, Miranda cried and cried. Catelin's puppy was a grown dog now and followed Cindy everywhere. We didn't know why. I was in the hallway with my friend Marisol, and we saw Cindy going down the stairs, Miranda was right behind her. The dog started to whine and ran down the stairs. Cindy started to go after him. Miranda just stared. Cindy turned and said, "You're not going to throw me down the stairs again, are you?" Marisol and I were in shock. We never mentioned this to her, or said it loud enough for her to hear. Miranda screamed, and ran to her room.
Catelin was Cindy!
My family had this little girl named Catelin, way before I was born. You see, Catelin was a daddy's girl. My sister Miranda was extremely envious of her. So, one day my dad bought Catelin a puppy on her third birthday, even though Miranda had been asking for one since she turned thirteen. Miranda went to argue with my dad about Catelin's puppy. She said, "Dad. How come you give Catelin whatever she wants, but not me? I'm tired of her!"
She left the room and saw Catelin going down the stairs with her puppy. Her puppy started whining and started to squirm. Miranda told the puppy to be quiet. Miranda tried to grab the puppy from Catelin. Catelin started shouting, "No! My doggy!" Miranda said, “Tell him to be quiet, or I’ll take him to the garage." Catelin's puppy jumped out of her arms and ran down the stairs. Catelin started to go after her puppy, but Miranda grabbed her arms. She started to pull and Miranda let go. Catelin fell down the stairs and sadly died.
My parents had me the next year and made sure Miranda was nowhere near me. When I turned thirteen, my mother announced she was pregnant with another girl, which turned out to be a daddy's girl. When Cindy turned three, Miranda cried and cried. Catelin's puppy was a grown dog now and followed Cindy everywhere. We didn't know why. I was in the hallway with my friend Marisol, and we saw Cindy going down the stairs, Miranda was right behind her. The dog started to whine and ran down the stairs. Cindy started to go after him. Miranda just stared. Cindy turned and said, "You're not going to throw me down the stairs again, are you?" Marisol and I were in shock. We never mentioned this to her, or said it loud enough for her to hear. Miranda screamed, and ran to her room.
Catelin was Cindy!
But You're Dead !
(Truly experienced by Freada)
I was creeping on my friends profile pictures when I got a message on my Facebook inbox. It was from a boy named Chris...
"Hi," It read. You’re cute."
"Thanks, who are you?" I replied.
"My names Chris, you should know that, it says it’s from me huh?" He replied instantly.
"Ya, I mean how did you find me?" I asked him.
"Just cruising through pages, and found you, I knew I had to get to know you, and you live in a town near me."
"Oh okay, friend me?" I told him, and he did. We started to talk on chat after that and it continued every day for a month. I really liked him, he was cute too. So we decided to meet up sometime, he picked such a creepy place but it was worth meeting him! (He picked the woods, in a location near town.) The day I was suppose to meet him I was reading through some newspapers that my dad had from a while ago and came across a title that read "15 year old boy, died from car accident." Right next to it was a picture of someone so familiar. I looked closely... My jaws dropped, and my heart stopped for a moment. This can’t be true...
That’s, that’s Chris! "Dad... Why do you have newspapers from a different town?" I asked.
"It’s just a couple miles away, and I like reading things that happen from different towns."
No...This can’t be true... I thought, this Chris died last year... He can’t be dead... I mean I’m talking to him on... Wait. I know. Someone’s on his account and playing a trick on me! How could they? I quickly jumped on the computer and went straight on Facebook.
"Who is this? I know it’s not Chris... Chris died last year!" I wrote to him in a chat.
"So you found out..." He wrote back.
"YES! HOW COULD YOU?" I typed.
"How could I not tell you I was dead..?" He asked.
"NO! HOW COULD YOU PRETEND TO BE SOMEONE ON THEIR ACCOUNT! AFTER THEY DIED? DO YOU NOT HAVE ANY RESPECT FOR DEAD PEOPLE?!?!" I typed in caps, so angrily!
"I’m not pretending to be me...” He wrote back.
"YOU, YOU ARE SUCH A LIAR!" I was furious! "
Meet me where we were supposed to meet... I’ll prove to you it’s me." He wrote, and he signed off.
I ran out of the house, rushing on my bike and riding to where we were supposed to meet while thinking “I am going to beat the crap out of whoever’s playing this joke!” Once I got there, the woods looked darker than usual... I slowly walked in...
"IM HERE, NOW SHOW YOUR SELF, "CHRIS". I joked. Less than a blink of an eye... Chris was standing in front of me... My eyes got so wide. "How, wha- , no... No I’m dreaming... I’m I’m... But You’re Dead..." I whispered.
"I’m a ghost..." Right there I fainted. When I woke up I found myself in my room with a wet towel on my fore head.
"She’s up honey!" My mom squealed. My dad, rushed in with a cop. I tried to explain everything that happened and none of them believed me... The cops even begged me to tell the truth but that was the truth. I told them to check Facebook and they did... There was no Chris... There were no messages... Nothing. Did Chris’ spirit reach out to me? I may never know for sure...
(souce from Paranormal Network)
"Hi," It read. You’re cute."
"Thanks, who are you?" I replied.
"My names Chris, you should know that, it says it’s from me huh?" He replied instantly.
"Ya, I mean how did you find me?" I asked him.
"Just cruising through pages, and found you, I knew I had to get to know you, and you live in a town near me."
"Oh okay, friend me?" I told him, and he did. We started to talk on chat after that and it continued every day for a month. I really liked him, he was cute too. So we decided to meet up sometime, he picked such a creepy place but it was worth meeting him! (He picked the woods, in a location near town.) The day I was suppose to meet him I was reading through some newspapers that my dad had from a while ago and came across a title that read "15 year old boy, died from car accident." Right next to it was a picture of someone so familiar. I looked closely... My jaws dropped, and my heart stopped for a moment. This can’t be true...
That’s, that’s Chris! "Dad... Why do you have newspapers from a different town?" I asked.
"It’s just a couple miles away, and I like reading things that happen from different towns."
No...This can’t be true... I thought, this Chris died last year... He can’t be dead... I mean I’m talking to him on... Wait. I know. Someone’s on his account and playing a trick on me! How could they? I quickly jumped on the computer and went straight on Facebook.
"Who is this? I know it’s not Chris... Chris died last year!" I wrote to him in a chat.
"So you found out..." He wrote back.
"YES! HOW COULD YOU?" I typed.
"How could I not tell you I was dead..?" He asked.
"NO! HOW COULD YOU PRETEND TO BE SOMEONE ON THEIR ACCOUNT! AFTER THEY DIED? DO YOU NOT HAVE ANY RESPECT FOR DEAD PEOPLE?!?!" I typed in caps, so angrily!
"I’m not pretending to be me...” He wrote back.
"YOU, YOU ARE SUCH A LIAR!" I was furious! "
Meet me where we were supposed to meet... I’ll prove to you it’s me." He wrote, and he signed off.
I ran out of the house, rushing on my bike and riding to where we were supposed to meet while thinking “I am going to beat the crap out of whoever’s playing this joke!” Once I got there, the woods looked darker than usual... I slowly walked in...
"IM HERE, NOW SHOW YOUR SELF, "CHRIS". I joked. Less than a blink of an eye... Chris was standing in front of me... My eyes got so wide. "How, wha- , no... No I’m dreaming... I’m I’m... But You’re Dead..." I whispered.
"I’m a ghost..." Right there I fainted. When I woke up I found myself in my room with a wet towel on my fore head.
"She’s up honey!" My mom squealed. My dad, rushed in with a cop. I tried to explain everything that happened and none of them believed me... The cops even begged me to tell the truth but that was the truth. I told them to check Facebook and they did... There was no Chris... There were no messages... Nothing. Did Chris’ spirit reach out to me? I may never know for sure...
(souce from Paranormal Network)
Do You Know What Is Happening After Dark ?
(Truly Experienced by Amy from California)
What do you think happens after dark? Do you imagine that night crawlers creep around outside your house? For me, this was the scariest thing I have ever discovered. Here is my story about what lurks about after dark.
I was never a believer in the paranormal. In fact, I didn't believe in Bloody Mary or Candy-man or any of those other legends of the spiritual realm. But that was until I moved to Maryland.
We moved to a beautiful house, but its beauty hid who -- or what -- lurked around it. The first night there, I slept with my sister, who is three years older than me. My phone was charging against the wall, and I was about to drift to sleep when I heard the sound of keys clicking to make a new text. I glanced up at my sister, thinking it was her phone. But I realized there was no glow on her face, the way phones usually do. I asked her if she was texting.
"No, I thought that was you," she said. We shrugged it off; but that was just the first night.
The second night, I was curled up in the bed, and when I looked outside my window, I noticed it was open and the curtains were blowing gently. I got up to shut it, and while I dozed off, I heard my name called in a gentle whisper. The next morning, I found my window open again.
About a week later, I invited my neighbor to spend the night. She dared me to go into the woods at 11:00 p.m. I said I would, if she came with me. Finally, the hour arrived and we went out. She was carrying the flashlight. When we got to the middle of the forest, we found a deer stand and a rotted door. Well, the deer stand didn't really stand out much to us, but the door really confused us. We stared at each other for a minute, and then we looked back at the door again.
Both the door and deer stand were gone. We freaked out a bit and ran back. We looked out my window to see a white light from the woods, drawing closer. We clambered in the bed and tried very hard to forget what happened when the morning came.
On another night, my parents were out on a date, and my sister was at the movies with her friends, so I was home alone. As I watched TV, I heard footsteps and turned around to see a red-horned, red-eyed, white-faced scarred body staring me down. You might think it would have laughed. No. It walked towards me and snarled.
I screamed Jesus' name, but I was frozen. The demon screeched. I blinked my eyes, and he was gone. Terrified, I walked over to my neighbor's house. As I passed my living room window, I saw the demon again. A look of pure hatred shone in its bloodshot eyes.
Then, on the last night before we moved, which was maybe four months later, I was watching Paranormal Activity when I hear a growl. I slowly turned around to see the same demonic creature I'd seen four months ago -- only he looked meaner and angrier. I froze and my heart dropped.
Suddenly, it forced me up the wall, and I screamed as I was stuck. It laughed as I struggled to get free. Fear overcame me; I couldn't move. My mom burst in and yelled, "LET GO OF HER!" Before I blacked out, I saw my dad come in, along with my sister. Then, nothing.
A few years later, we went on vacation to Maryland. I didn't want to go because of the horror I'd survived, but did so anyway. We passed by the old house, which no one had bought after us, and I saw the demon face in my old bedroom window.
That was the last time I ever saw it. This story is true, and now, I sleep with at least one light on in my room. Thank you for those who believe me.
(Truly Experienced by Amy from California)
What do you think happens after dark? Do you imagine that night crawlers creep around outside your house? For me, this was the scariest thing I have ever discovered. Here is my story about what lurks about after dark.
I was never a believer in the paranormal. In fact, I didn't believe in Bloody Mary or Candy-man or any of those other legends of the spiritual realm. But that was until I moved to Maryland.
We moved to a beautiful house, but its beauty hid who -- or what -- lurked around it. The first night there, I slept with my sister, who is three years older than me. My phone was charging against the wall, and I was about to drift to sleep when I heard the sound of keys clicking to make a new text. I glanced up at my sister, thinking it was her phone. But I realized there was no glow on her face, the way phones usually do. I asked her if she was texting.
"No, I thought that was you," she said. We shrugged it off; but that was just the first night.
The second night, I was curled up in the bed, and when I looked outside my window, I noticed it was open and the curtains were blowing gently. I got up to shut it, and while I dozed off, I heard my name called in a gentle whisper. The next morning, I found my window open again.
About a week later, I invited my neighbor to spend the night. She dared me to go into the woods at 11:00 p.m. I said I would, if she came with me. Finally, the hour arrived and we went out. She was carrying the flashlight. When we got to the middle of the forest, we found a deer stand and a rotted door. Well, the deer stand didn't really stand out much to us, but the door really confused us. We stared at each other for a minute, and then we looked back at the door again.
Both the door and deer stand were gone. We freaked out a bit and ran back. We looked out my window to see a white light from the woods, drawing closer. We clambered in the bed and tried very hard to forget what happened when the morning came.
On another night, my parents were out on a date, and my sister was at the movies with her friends, so I was home alone. As I watched TV, I heard footsteps and turned around to see a red-horned, red-eyed, white-faced scarred body staring me down. You might think it would have laughed. No. It walked towards me and snarled.
I screamed Jesus' name, but I was frozen. The demon screeched. I blinked my eyes, and he was gone. Terrified, I walked over to my neighbor's house. As I passed my living room window, I saw the demon again. A look of pure hatred shone in its bloodshot eyes.
Then, on the last night before we moved, which was maybe four months later, I was watching Paranormal Activity when I hear a growl. I slowly turned around to see the same demonic creature I'd seen four months ago -- only he looked meaner and angrier. I froze and my heart dropped.
Suddenly, it forced me up the wall, and I screamed as I was stuck. It laughed as I struggled to get free. Fear overcame me; I couldn't move. My mom burst in and yelled, "LET GO OF HER!" Before I blacked out, I saw my dad come in, along with my sister. Then, nothing.
A few years later, we went on vacation to Maryland. I didn't want to go because of the horror I'd survived, but did so anyway. We passed by the old house, which no one had bought after us, and I saw the demon face in my old bedroom window.
That was the last time I ever saw it. This story is true, and now, I sleep with at least one light on in my room. Thank you for those who believe me.
I am not the only resident in my room
(Truly Experienced by Tina Schizoflick from UK)
I have had several ghostly experiences at my house, particularly when
I’m alone. My family and I are under the impression that a girl with
long blonde hair (like me) likes to think my room is her room. Often
times, we have had guests say that while I am in school, they hear
walking, talking and the blow dryer being used in my room. My mother
recalled a long time ago watching me play outside but hearing me say
“Mama!” from inside my room. Here are the creepiest experiences yet:
Last year, I was driving home from school (usually it takes about fifteen minutes) when I got a frantic call from my brother asking how I got out of my room so fast. He seemed very frightened. I was very confused and informed him I had not been home yet but I was on my way. My brother was very scared by that time and explained to me what happened – He came home from school and called out to see if anyone was home – no reply. So he went to his room and started playing video games when out of the corner of his eye he saw what he thought to be my long blonde hair rush past his room. He called my name but no answer. When he heard my door slam really hard, he got up to see what was up but when he got to my room –nothing.
Although we still have no idea how that happened, things got creepier. About four months later, my two aunts came to visit and slept in my bed while I slept on the floor. I fell asleep in the same position and woke up in the same position. When I woke up, one of my aunts asked why I crawled into bed with them. Very confused, I replied that I had no recollection that I did that. We decided it was nothing until my other aunt asked me the same question. Apparently, in the middle of the night, they both felt a girl climb right into the middle of them and get into the blankets. Both of them figured I was just tired of the floor but once I told them it wasn’t me, my aunt remembered she saw a girl with long blonde hair pacing back and forth and then stopping to stare at her. She couldn’t see the girls face because it was dark but the next morning she dismissed it as a dream until I claimed in my defense that I fell asleep and woke up in the same position. That morning, it was confirmed I am not the only resident in my room.
(source from Paranormal Net)
Last year, I was driving home from school (usually it takes about fifteen minutes) when I got a frantic call from my brother asking how I got out of my room so fast. He seemed very frightened. I was very confused and informed him I had not been home yet but I was on my way. My brother was very scared by that time and explained to me what happened – He came home from school and called out to see if anyone was home – no reply. So he went to his room and started playing video games when out of the corner of his eye he saw what he thought to be my long blonde hair rush past his room. He called my name but no answer. When he heard my door slam really hard, he got up to see what was up but when he got to my room –nothing.
Although we still have no idea how that happened, things got creepier. About four months later, my two aunts came to visit and slept in my bed while I slept on the floor. I fell asleep in the same position and woke up in the same position. When I woke up, one of my aunts asked why I crawled into bed with them. Very confused, I replied that I had no recollection that I did that. We decided it was nothing until my other aunt asked me the same question. Apparently, in the middle of the night, they both felt a girl climb right into the middle of them and get into the blankets. Both of them figured I was just tired of the floor but once I told them it wasn’t me, my aunt remembered she saw a girl with long blonde hair pacing back and forth and then stopping to stare at her. She couldn’t see the girls face because it was dark but the next morning she dismissed it as a dream until I claimed in my defense that I fell asleep and woke up in the same position. That morning, it was confirmed I am not the only resident in my room.
(source from Paranormal Net)
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