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Love is Flowing Like a River....
Submitted by "Cheryl
Mann"
Hailing from: Not stated
Where it happened: Not stated
Posted on: 5/5/04
Back in
the summer of 2003, my mother bought this beautiful tabletop water fountain. The
basin of it is about as big around as a large mixing bowl. Inside the basin
there is a bench on which sits two young lovers in front of a replica of an old
fashioned gazebo. All around the top of the basin are small red roses which
squirt water out through their centers onto the two lovers as they eternally
delight in each other's company. Beside them sits a small birdbath, water
flowing over it's shallow sides. The fountain isn't old, just old fashioned
looking.
There
has never been any indication of ghostly activity around the fountain, until
today, January 6, 2004, that is...
My mother has this little white toy poodle named Noel. She's had her about five years and, in all those five years, she nor anyone else has ever heard Noel howl. Today however, was different, for as Mom sat in the den watching her usual shows, and as the grandfather clock in the living room began to strike noon, Noel began to howl chillingly. Startled, Mom wondered what in the world was wrong. Was Noel howling at the clock as it struck the hour? She'd never done it before. Why would she do it now? Puzzled and a little bit uneasy, Mom got up and went into the living room to check on the dog which continued to howl. When she reached the living room, she found Noel facing a window, in front of which sat the fountain, in the upper part of the living room.
Thinking
something or someone must be outside the window causing Noel to act so
strangely, Mom at
first didn't notice the fountain. Seeing nothing that could've caused Noel's
behavior, Mom started to turn around and go back to watching television. By this
time, the clock was done chiming the hour though Noel continued to howl. It was
then that another sound entered into her hearing. It was the sound of water.
Chills
running up and down her spine, she looked down at the fountain which was full of
water and running, it's tiny roses spraying water up onto the young lovers on
the bench inside. 'How in the world could the fountain be running?' she
wondered. 'It hadn't been plugged in since New Years Day when she'd
unplugged it just before going to bed that night. As more chills coursed
down her spine, she reached down and unplugged the fountain. Noel's howling came
to an abrupt halt and she scampered into the den as if nothing had happened.
Shaking
off her uneasiness, though still puzzling over the event, Mom went on back into
the den where Noel lay curled up asleep in her little bed...
Footnote: Now I don't know if the fountain itself was the cause of Noel's strange behavior, or if it was whatever had plugged the fountain in which had caused it. I do know this, The fountain does not have an on/off switch. You have to manually plug it in for it to run. Also, It was in the first couple of weeks of January, 1991 that my Dad passed away. Who knows, maybe it was He who'd plugged in the fountain just to let my Mom know that he was still around.
Sweet
Dreams......!
While a bit creepy, it is a touching story nonetheless! Perhaps her spouse came back to show his love and devotion one more time?
Get Out!....
Submitted by
"Kathy Self"
Hailing from: TN
Where it happened: Greeneville, S.C.
Posted on: 5/5/04
My story
may not be as thrilling as the rest of the Ghost Stories you have heard on this
site. But, it is none-the-less true! I am 46 yrs. old at this writing. My
experience came about when my mother, sister, and I lived in
Greeneville, S.C. I was 16 yrs. at that time. We lived in a house with this
woman and her two sons. The year was 1973.
There
was little space for all of us to sleep, so, I slept on the sectional sofa in
the living room. We had lived
there for about three weeks. One night while I was sleeping, I awoke suddenly
during the night. I was amazed and terrified by a man who was standing by the
front doorway. He stood there looking at me with a menacing look on his face. I
noticed that he was wearing a hunting jacket, and that he was smoking a
cigarette. I could see the trail of smoke billowing up through the air. I could
also see the red light of fire from the cigarette. I was terrified! I looked at
him. I did not want to accept it, so, I put my head beneath the covers!
We lived
there for about two more months. During this time I saw the apparition two more
times. Each time occurring as the first time I saw him. I finally got tired of
being scared. The last time I saw "it" I said, "Why don't you just get the hell
on out of here"! In my amazement the ghost vanished before my eyes! I have had
other supernatural experiences since this sighting, but, I will say that this
one is the most vivid of all!!
Thanks for the Story! Did you ever ask about the history of the sight? Did anyone else staying there mention any odd occurrences? Perhaps it was a previous tenant wondering what some kid was doing in "his" room!
The Whisperer....
Submitted by "Andy
"Hatch" G."
Hailing from: Not Specified
Where it happened: Not Specified
Posted on: 5/5/04
This is
a story that has been kind of chronic.
I used to live in an old two story house with a basement that was built in 1890,
so it was all made of wood and really crackly and whatnot. I lived there for
about eleven years, up until 1998 when it burned down -- which to this day is
still undetermined as to the cause.
For many years, there would be many bizarre sounds, such as footsteps of an
adult and two children up and down the stairs, weird light patterns and a
frequent slamming of the basement door.
I used to stay in the bedroom upstairs which my two youngest brothers moved into
later on. There, I would wake up briefly seeing a bright light circle the room,
even though the windows were tin-foiled up so no lights could come in (for
cooling purposes). I would also wake up hearing the footsteps; mind you -- this
was before my dad ever married my step mom and had my brothers.
I would sometimes have very bizarre dreams as well, but only when I slept in my
own room, never at friends' houses or whatever. I would dream about people
telling me about grotesque things like "[some guy] ...in the
basement...screaming loudly and beating on his kids..." Perhaps these 'people'
were the kids, or neighbors that used to live around the old neighborhood.
Later on, when Dad married and had the kids, I moved to one of the two rooms in
the basement. Down there, things would seem to get creepier. I would hear even
more banging, and anytime I ever felt the nerve to get up and see if it maybe it
was my family, they would all be asleep.
We always had the thermostat in the basement too, and it seemed like whenever it
tried to work harder at keeping the house warm, the colder it got --
particularly in the basement. I would literally feel chills all the way
through my body, no matter how many layers of blankets I wore. When my friends
stayed over, they would all complain about the cold and ask me who it was making
noises all hours of the night. To keep them comfortable, I would just tell them
it was the thermostat. But I knew there was more to it than that.
There would be other times when I would be sitting alone in the kitchen
finishing supper and hear 'someone' say my name in a whisper. I'd look around,
and then call out to the living room, but no one that was actually out there
ever said anything to me.
Then eventually, the door to the basement (which was connected to the kitchen)
began to slam shut all on its own. Let me remind you that every winter we would
seal up all the windows, and so there could be no possible way for a draft to
get in...anywhere. The first time I noticed the door slam was when I came home
from school one day. It was autumn, and our cat was in the kitchen eating, and I
decided to talk to her while I was searching the cupboards for something. It was
during my "chat" when I was caught off guard by the door
slamming shut. I jolted and shuddered suddenly, and figured maybe my cousin that
was living in the other room downstairs didn't want to hear me yapping and
slammed the door. So after a moment of hesitation, I decided to open the door,
head downstairs, and knock on his door.
"Deryl?" I called. "Deryl, you in there?"
No answer.
I checked my room, no one there. I checked the bathroom, no one in there.
By now, I was creeped out, so I grabbed my coat, stood outside waiting for my
dad to come home (no one was there yet), and when I got tired of waiting around
I got on my bike and rode off to a friend's house for most of the rest of the
day. As I came home, my dad and step mom insisted to know where I've been and
why I didn't say anything. Of course, they didn't want to believe me when I told
them why.
Not until later anyway, because eventually, everyone in the house began to catch
on with the bizarrity going on. I remember one day my dad and I were doing the
dishes when the door slammed again. I got freaked, but my dad thought it was
funny for some reason and picked on me about it. I argued that there was nothing
funny about it, and hurried to get finished with the dishes so I could get the
hell out of the kitchen.
I also have another brother and sister that only got to visit from time to time,
and whenever they came over they described their attempts to go down the
basement and having the door slam behind them. The scariest thing about it is
that there was a light switch only at the top and bottom of the stairs, and it
was always mid-way when the door would slam, leaving them panicked to run either
way as quick as possible.
As I said earlier, we eventually had a fire, which -- oddly enough -- killed my
step mom and two youngest brothers...the very type of crowd that used to scale
our stairway for so long.
After the fire, my dad and I found a new house, where he lives now and I was
living for a few years until I moved in with my girlfriend where I am now. We
figured that all those scary moments from the old house were gone now, but we
figured wrong.
Throughout the first month, nothing seemed unusual until eventually there would
be sounds of full stride steps in our attic -- an attic of a ONE STORY house
with no possible way to stand and walk that way. There is also NO basement in
this new house, and yet sometimes we could hear knocking in the floor.
One particular time, one friend stayed over when I still lived there and the
room next to my old one was still just a guest room. I remember waking up in the
middle of the night by the hall light coming on all the sudden. I figured it was
my friend getting up to use the bathroom, so I turned to the other side and fell
back asleep. By morning, the light was still on, and I asked my friend why. He
said he didn't get up, but saw the light come on when it did and thought it was
me. I then asked my dad but he said he thought it was one of us. All three of us
were the only ones in the house.
Other cases of the mysterious hall light happened off and on, and my brother and
sister witnessed it almost every time they were there. It would even happen in
the middle of the day sometimes.
When a close friend of the family lived there for a while, he claimed to have
seem the ghostly figure of my step mom walk down the hallway, turn towards my
room and vanish. I apparently never saw this, but with all the weird crap I've
seen throughout the years I never doubted it.
Lastly, things would often fall off the walls at any given moment, with nothing
shaking the house or giving it a reason to do so. Things especially like the
pictures of our dead family in the living room.
I don't know, maybe all these things don't seem like much to some people, but I
personally feel stalked by something supernatural. The feeling of possibly going
from one ghost family in a house to a new ghost family in a new house?
Perhaps.
Thankfully, I'm not around my dad's that much anymore to deal with it.
Our Condolences on the loss of your step-mother and half-Siblings. That is one very scary story! There is an old legend among some native peoples that state if you hear a voice calling you (in their versions it is usually at night, or into the woods when you are alone etc) you are never supposed to follow it or answer it, because it means you harm. perhaps something like that was happening in your case? That is NOT something anyone would ever want to face or deal with! Has your current girlfriend experienced anything? whew! That's enough frightmares for this week!
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