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Well Dear Readers, We meet again... A few new stories just in time for the holidays.... Enjoy!
I Tree You....
Submitted by "Jodi Pfahlerti"
Hailing from: Christchurch New Zealand
Where it happened: Hoktika
Posted on: 12/18/03
I have
always grown up with ghosts, spirits so naturally I am
used to them now. My father and grandfather are speakers to both worlds.
But only now am I comfortable with them.
We used to live in a house that was built in the 1920s. It was on old
villa on the west coast of the south island in new Zealand, in a place
called hoktika.
I had a friend who lived there before us who said that the place was
inhabited and that it scared her a lot. She wouldn't even come into my
house. I was only 11 and being only 11 I didn't believe her and thought
it was a load of crap.
I had the smallest room in the house and it was always cold in my room. One
of the first nights I was in there the netting above my bed, that was
pinned to the ceiling, always moved and shook. I thought it was just the
rats in the ceiling so the next day I had my father come into the house
and check for any nests or rat holes, but he felt none. He was very
reluctant to come into our new house for some reason I didn't understand
then, but do now.
There was nothing, but I knew he was spooked by something.
I was alone in my room and it was 11:00 at night. I was reading a book
when I looked over the top and saw a young man sitting on my bed. I just
about jumped out of my skin! I thought he was real until I threw a pillow
at him and it went through him. He just looked at me and walked through
the door. I was freaked out so I put my radio on and drifted off to sleep.
The next night I was writing and something touched my shoulder, I turned
around only to see the same guy who was there in my room the night before,
I looked at him and then he went through the window.
This continued to happen for about 4 months, in which I slept with my
radio on all night, and I wrapped myself up tight and never opened my eyes
for I was too scared to see the young man.
One night me and my dad were in my room and he was talking to me when he
turned to me and said, you have a visitor Jodi. I turned to see the young
man sitting on my chair looking at me and my father. I turned to him and
said " what do you want from me?" the man still sat and looked, my father
turned to him and said, is there something that hasn't been done, is there
something in this house that still connects you to this room. The young
man went to the window and looked out at this old red beech tree. My
father looked at him and said so it will be done.
The next day my father got a chainsaw out and cut down the tree. IT was
cut up for firewood and we had the stump pulled out and new pohutakawa
tree replaced in its spot. That night I lit a candle and asked the man to
appear. I couldn't see him, I looked out the window at where the new tree
was placed and saw the young man there. He looked at me and smiled. Then
he disappeared.
I looked around our town library at the newspapers that had been kept. I
was flicking through them when I found the same young man, with his
family, standing in front of my house, standing beside the red beech tree,
which was only a baby then. The article was how he and his family had just
built the house, and they had decided to plant a tree in the yard. I read
on to the next page, which was the next days newspaper, only to find out
that he had drowned in the river and the tree that had been planted, was
the tree he actually planted the same day of his death.
I now live in a different town, but I still sleep with the radio on, more
out of habit then fear.
I would
dearly love a photo of the pohutakawa tree... If anyone has one please do
consider sending it in!
Mammy....
Submitted by "Tom F."
Hailing from: Trappe PA
Where it happened: Northhampton PA
Posted on: 12/18/03
I have a
few Stories about my Great-Grandmother who "haunted" the house
I grew up in. I will start with the first time my family realized that
"Mammy" had moved in with us.
In December of 1978 my Great-Grandmother on my fathers side passed away.
At that time my family consisting of my mother, father, and brother Dave
lived in an apartment hoping one day to be able to afford a real house. My
Great-Grandmother "Mammy" had always said that she would love to be able
to help us buy a home so she could she Dave, and I have a real yard to
play in. However Mammy had no money to speak of.
Well, when she passed away her home and land were sold, and the funds
split between her grandchildren. With the money my father received from
her estate we could now afford to buy a home. We moved in July of 1979. (I
have another story that started then, that I will share another time) My
father told us it was due to Mammy's passing that we could always have the
home she wanted for us, and dedicated our home in her honor. He even
imbedded a penny in our front walk from the year she was born.
In December of 1979 my father told us he was going to decorate our
Christmas tree with all of Mammy's ornaments and lights, since she loved
Christmas so much. We all help decorate the tree, and were telling stories
about all the fun we had with her growing up. One of the items on the tree
we her "bubble" lights. These lights had tubes filled with colored water,
and would bubble after 10 minutes or so when the light under them got hot.
(They still sell these, and they look great on Christmas trees.)
We had a great first Christmas in our new home, and left the house
around 2pm to visit my Aunt & Uncle. On the way out the door my mother
reminded my father to unplug the tree before we left so as not to start a
fire. (Why do parents always fear the worst?)
We
got to our Aunt & Uncles house, and stayed until around 9pm. We always had
dinner
there with other relatives, and us kids played with our new toys while the
parents relaxed.
When we pulled into our driveway my mother noticed through the window that
the tree lights were on, and asked my father why he didn't unplug them? He
said he did unplug them, and told us follow him into the garage. He said
he thought someone must be in the house, and he would go in first. (Again
parents fearing the worst!) He grabbed a baseball bat and started through
the door connected to the lower level of the house. We walked slowly a few
steps behind him, and talked loudly to let any intruder know we were home.
My father kept saying things like, "If anyone is in the house, go out the
front door, we don't want any trouble." "We won't call the police." Now I
thank my father being so level headed at that moment. We were all a little
scared, and after a minute or two went upstairs.
We got upstairs, and found that no one was there. My mother then
proceeded to tell my father she was right that he forgot to unplug the
lights on the tree by pointing to lit tree and the plug in the outlet. It
was then that my father noticed that the bubble lights weren't "bubbling".
If they were left on all that time they would be hot enough to bubble. We
all touched them, and found that the tubes were cool. My father unplugged
the lights, and plugged them back in. In about 10 minutes the tubes heated
up and started to bubble! The only explanation I can come to is that Mammy
wanted to see her tree all lit up again.
In the years to come my family came to accept that Mammy was living with
us, and many more "visits" came to pass. I will share these with you in
the future.
Thanks, Tom from Trappe
Sounds like Mammy had a little more Christmas "Spirit" than we expected! ! ! ! ! ! !
Aunt Dolly....
Submitted by "Kristi"
Hailing from: Triplett MO
Where it happened: Kansas City
Posted on: 12/18/03
This story did not happen to me but it did happen to my mother.
It was Christmas time and I was born two months earlier in October of '85.
Being an only child my mom and dad wanted to get me good presents for my
first Christmas. I don't remember how long before Christmas it was, maybe
Christmas Eve or so, mom and dad had to make a trip to the Toys R Us to
get me a doll they had been searching for days. The store happened to
have it and so they went to pick it up.
My mom went in the store, got the doll, paid for it and went to walk out the door. There in front of her sat a lady in a wheel chair and a man standing behind her. The lady sat there and smiled at her. My mom politely said "excuse me" and squeezed past the lady and FELT the wheelchair brush up against her leg as she walked past the couple.
When mom got back into the car which was close to the doors she asked my dad if she had seen the couple at the door. He said no one went in after she did. Mom said that they were kind of translucent looking and looked exactly like her aunt and uncle. The lady looked like her aunt in the way that
A.) she was in a wheel chair and
B.) she
had a leg missing due to amputation.
But the thing was ... both had been dead for
several years.
Mom realized she had just seen their ghost. Why, she don't know, but when
she saw them she felt so calm and safe.
I have
always had an interest in ghost but have had only one ghostly
experience, but I'll tell that one at a later time.
I love this website and come here all of the time!!! Thanks for letting me share!
This was a weird one
wasn't it? Bizarre how deceased loved ones show up in the weirdest of
places?
Be Careful what you ask for....
Submitted by "David H."
Hailing from: Falls Church VA
Where it happened: McLean VA
Posted on: 12/18/03
First of all, I want to say how much I enjoy perusing the
stories on this site. I will now add my experience with
the paranormal to this archive.
Throughout childhood I read books on ghosts and poltergeists from the time
I was in second grade( I am now nearing 40).
One night in bed after just finishing the book titled "Washington's D.C's
Most Famous Ghosts",
I decided to wish out loud for poltergeist activity.
My bedroom was on the lower level of my house. Shortly after making my
desires verbally known to the "powers that be", I began to hear footsteps
come down the stairs
and turn towards my room and stop at my bedroom doorway. This continued
off and on for several months.
Finally one night while I awoke to aformentioned "footsteps" walking into
my room to the foot of my bed. Something "punched" the my pillow really
hard. I sat up in my bed, looked at pillow and saw a fist-sized
indentation. The minute I saw the indentation, it snapped up as if the
"invisible fist" lifted off the pillow. I then heard shuffling footsteps
across my shag carpet going away from the bed out the bedroom door. I
screamed at the top my lungs I heard the hard soled "unseen" shoes walk
down the hall away from my room. My parents never heard a thing. (I've
noticed other postings it that sleeps persons surround activity don't seem
to wake up.)
For a period of eight years after the footsteps, I slept with the light on
in my room.
Overtime, the footsteps disappeared, but when alone inside the house, I
would sometimes hear my mother's voice call my name from upstairs.
The moral is this story and a word of warning to others is don't seek the
supernatural unless you know what your dealing with.
Yes, I
would strongly advise those who have an interest to use some common sense when
dealing with things of the supernatural.... you may perhaps get more than you
bargained for!
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