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Patsy....
Submitted by "Shila"
Hailing from: Calgary, Alberta Canada
Where it happened: Dori Lake, Saskatchewan Canada
Posted on: 8/14/04
I always
have believed in ghosts and wanted to encounter one. I changed my mind after
meeting one small but very real apparition.
My
family and I were visiting my aunt, uncle and cousins in Dori Lake Saskatchewan.
My uncle was a conservation officer so he lived closed to the lake. One night my
parents and my aunt and uncle decided that they were going to go out for supper.
I was going to baby sit my younger brother and my cousins.
We were
sitting on the couch upstairs watching TV when my four year old cousin starting
coughing and saying Pansy quit chocking me, I can't breath. I jumped up and as
quickly as she started coughing she just stopped.
Later that night we heard squeaking coming from the basement. I went downstairs
and my cousins bike was moving back and forth, back and forth. I was so scared
that I ran upstairs and sat on the couch until my parents came back. I told them
what happened but they laughed and said I watch too many horror movies. We went
home the next day and I couldn't have been happier.
Since our visit more and more unexplainable occurrences happened. One night my
aunt heard the baby screaming and tried to get to him but she was held back my
some kind of force. My four year old cousin had many conversations with "Pansy"
. The bike downstairs squeaked every night. Objects and food actually floated
through air. There were many more occurrences that didn't make any sense.
Needless
to say my aunt and uncle moved and are uneasy to talk about this to this day.
They found out that a little girl had drowned in the lake and she lived in their
house. My aunt and uncle were all packed up and ready to go. My uncle was
getting ready to leave and picked up the last box. He heard something drop,
looked over his shoulder and saw a child plastic cup in the sink. He ran out of
their and never looked back.
Great Story with Lots of detail Thank You!!! Sounds as if "Pansy" was jealous of the young children and she really liked that bike!
Pajama Feet....
Submitted by
"Kathleen"
Hailing from: Beach Park, IL
Where it happened: In my bedroom
Posted on: 8/14/04
When my
children were young (in the 70's) their dad worked the night shift and they
would very often crawl in bed with me during the night. One morning my daughter
Amy said, "mom, who was in bed with you last night?" I told her that no one was,
"why?" She said she came into my room and saw a little boy in pajamas laying at
my feet. She said he was laying on his side with his hands under his face and
was curled up. I told her that it was probably just the spread all crumpled up
or the blanket. She said, "No mom, it was a little boy! I know because I put my
face down close to him and saw his tummy go in and out when he breathed."
I asked
her what she did then. She said, "I crawled into daddy's side of the bed of the
bed and I scooched my legs up close to me so I wouldn't push him off." I asked
her if she was scared and she said no. My daughter is now 39 and still remembers
the incident. My mother has always told us that we have a guardian angel and
because I love children so much, maybe mine is a child.
I had one other experience with a small child in pajamas in the same room. I had
just climbed into bed and turned off the light when I saw a small child come
through my bedroom doorway and walk over to the nightstand beside my bed. I
called out my sons name thinking it was him, but he didn't answer and I could
see through the person. He stood at my nightstand and his hands moved very
quickly as though he was playing with something. I finally got the courage to
reach out my hand and I couldn't touch anything. My hand went right through the
apparition.
I researched and found no history with our house.
Thanks for the submission Kathleen! How odd there is no history associated with the house. Do you go out to yard sales or collect antiques of any type? Perhaps the spirit is associated with an object you have in your home? I wonder if the little boy is still there unseen or if he has moved on?
Bicycle Boy....
Submitted by "Alfredo
Lopez."
Hailing from: Bakersfield, California
Where it happened: Keene, California
Posted on: 8/14/04
I was an officer with the California Highway Patrol when this occurred. I was on patrol and had been driving for hours when I decided to take a break from patrolling the freeways. I took an off ramp near some secluded mountains to enjoy the scenery and seclusion. I drove onto a dirt road high up into the mountains. I looked to my right and enjoyed the view. When I looked forward, I was startled to see a little boy on a bicycle directly in front of my black and white patrol vehicle. I thought I was going to hit the boy so I braked abruptly. I thought for sure he had heard me. He never turned around. I waited a few minutes to regain myself having been startled.
I
noticed something quite peculiar about the young boy. He appeared to be about
7/8 years old. He was wearing an orange striped t-shirt with blue levis jeans.
The bottom of his pants were cuffed like in the 50's
style. He had a flattop haircut, again 50's style. He was also wearing black
high top, Chuck Taylor Converse tennis shoes. The style that kids wore in the
50s and 60s. The bicycle was an orange stingray, with banana
seat and tall sissy bar on the back of the seat to pop wheelies. What spooked
me, was that the
little boy looked exactly like me when I was that age.
Right down to the style of bike, shoes, haircut, everything.
I finally decided to lower my window and let the boy know I was behind him, when he just disappeared. Again, I hit my brakes thinking he might have fallen down. I immediately got out, but there was no sign of him. I looked all around the area, but no sign. I looked down at the dirt road fully expecting to see the bicycle tire tracks in the dirt, but there were not any marks other that what my vehicle had left. I walked a ways back looking for tire marks, but there wasn't any where he had been riding and I was following. I went back several times, but never saw him again.
To this
day, I do not know what the message was, but I will never forget what or who I
saw.
WOW!!! Thanks for your story Alfredo! We get some of our best stories from law enforcement, nurses, and military persons! What immediately comes to mind when reading this story is perhaps there is a little boy's remains lying out off that road somewhere?? Had you ever been in that area as a child perhaps? The boundary between space and time is a thin one, maybe you somehow stepped into the past. Were there any unsolved murders/disappearances in that area during the 50s or 60s?
Let me In....
Submitted by "Larry
Rivera."
Hailing from: Bellflower California
Where it happened: Long Beach California
Posted on: 8/14/04
This is something that happen to me back in the 70s but it is all true. We moved into this house near a park were many deaths had and still take place till this day, yeah it was a bad area and since it has only gotten worse.
But I must say it was a nice house with a huge back yard there was a huge tree that sat in the corner of the yard. During the day it was really a nice yard. But at night it looked more like some grave yard, The fog would creep in and lay across the ground, the huge tree became scary looking. There was a high 7 foot wood fence all the way round the back yard. At the time it didn't bother me.
But one night my mom and dad went out of town putting my older brother and his new wife in charge of us kids. They passed out and me and my sister were taking advantage of the whole thing. We were watching TV at around 1 a.m. trying not to wake my brother nor his wife, when the kitchen door knob that lead into the back started making noise like someone wanted to get in! My sister and I just looked at each other like oh crap!!
We thought it best not to wake our older brother because he would get pissed and
make us go to bed being that it was after 1 a.m. So I got this old ashtray
it had a stand the stand was made out of a sword that stood on its tip at the
top was the handle and that was the ashtray, my sister got a butter knife.
I know but we were just kids!
Slowly
walked into the kitchen, the knob never stopped turning the whole time until we
got right in the doorway of the kitchen. Without even turning on the lights the
knob stopped . My sister and I looked at each other with the same look. My
sister reached for the light and just as the the light went on the door knob
started rattling but this time it was as if who or what ever it was was going to
bust down the door. It was like someone started a fire under are butts cuz we
hauled a-- into the living room where my brother and his wife were sleeping on
the couch.
We didn't want to, but we woke up my brother, he started telling us what the
hell were we doing up
at this time and to get our butts to bed right now. But me and my sister
was talking so fast and the look on our faces made him stop and listen.
With us right behind him we went back into the kitchen. The doorknob had stopped
turning and again he started yelling at us to go to bed, when suddenly the door
knob shook and turned right in front of our eyes!
We stood at the door way of the kitchen near the living room, my brother walked
slowly up to the back door the whole time the knob was turning slowly.
There was a dead bolt above the knob and he grabbed a hold of both the knob and
the dead bolt opening both at the same time as fast as he could while flipping
on the back yard light. The light was a flood light that lit up the entire back
yard. There was nothing there with the high fence that went around the
huge yard. Whoever it was would have been caught the moment the door swung
open.
I think
that was the night it
wanted in our house
and we let it in without knowing what it was we had just did.
Nothing else happened that night but it was just the calm before the storm.
The next night I was in my bed I had slept late that day and found myself again
wide awake at 11pm. I heard my mom and dad drive up they had just come back from
their trip and my older brother and his wife went to the door to greet them
back.
I could hear all of them outside talking.
My
sister was in bed in her own room when I heard my bedroom door open and close as
if someone had come
into the room and started breathing as if they had been running for a long time.
We had a dog at the time and I knew how he breathed and this was not a
dog. It sounded human and last I knew my dog didn't know who to open
doors. At first I thought it was my mom as she always had to check on us kids
every night before turning in herself. But then I heard all the voices still
outside in front of our house and I could hear my mom dad older brother and
sister in law talking about there trip and how driving was all the way back.
I didn't
know what to do. I was scared and didn't even want to move. Than I could
hear my moms voice coming into the house and asking about us kids. I knew she
was coming to my room to check on me first, my room was before my sisters. The
breathing didn't stop until the very second she open the door. As the door
opened, she felt for the light switch and it went on. I sat up in by bed as fast
was I could and looked were I heard the breathing in the dark. There was
no one there and the breathing stopped. I asked my mom who was
with her thinking that maybe someone might have come home with them. She didn't
like the fact that I was still awake and told me no, no one was with them and to
go to sleep right now. I did what I was told and went to sleep not hearing
another sound that night.
The very next night we had all went to bed about 9 p.m. My dad had been in the
Airforce and although he had been out for many years he still went to bed vary
early and got up vary early. I think we all had just shut off the lights and got
under the covers when we heard someone pull open the spoon box in the kitchen
and then slam it shut really hard. The lights went back on as we all got back
out of bed to see who the heck was making all the noise my dad started saying
something like we better not be out of bed (talking about us kids).
We all seem to meet in the hallway at the same time and my looked at us kids not
expecting us to come out of our bedroom door, as he was thinking that one of us
kids had been trying to raid the fridge when we should have been in bed. Dad
went into the kitchen looking for whoever was in our house! When he got to the
kitchen and inspected the spoon box we found that not one spoon, fork or knife
was out of place but we knew it had to be the spoon box just by the sound.
The way it slammed shut there should have been a mess, but everything was put
away very neatly and it was still the same way.
This started to happen every night just as we'd get into bed. I don't know why but it seem to want to get me to notice it more than anyone else. I must have only been 8 at the time but it has been engraved in my mind and talked about many times over the years between my family and friends that knew of the strange things happening in our house. I had started sleeping with this huge cross that my mother had hanging on the wall id lay it across my chest before falling asleep hoping that it would help protect me from this thing that was creeping us all out.
One
night, the fog had once again blanketed the streets and it made it hard to see
much past our front lawn. I was facing the window, my bed was pushed up right
next to it . When I got this feeling I'm sure we all get, that someone was
watching me. My hair stood up on my neck and I felt the goosebumps course
through my body. I didn't want to, but I felt I had to look, I turned
around as fast as I could and I saw this figure of a man standing in the doorway
of my bedroom! The door that had been shut was now wide open I never heard
it open at all. It stood there for what seem like 1/100 of a second than
it vanished right in front of me it looked a lot like the picks I've seen of
shadow people but it seem to be made of a white fog not black.
It was
hard but I did get to sleep. My dad and mom didn't want to hear about it anymore
so I didn't call out or anything, I just went to sleep. The next morning the
cross I had laid across my chest was now gone it wasn't on the bed anywhere. I
looked all over and finely found it right in the center under the bed on the
floor. Then I noticed the screen to the window that I had been looking out the
night before had three long slashed like claw marks.
The next thing that happened really freaked me out. We has some friends come over and we all wanted to sleep in my sisters room. There where three boys and two girls. I got the roll away bed and as there where so many of us in her small bedroom I slept right next to the open bedroom door thinking that if anything happened, I would be the first one out. Everyone had just gotten to sleep and from where I was lying I could see right into the bathroom. My eyes had gotten used to the dark and I could see pretty good.
No one
had walked in front of me, when I heard the light switch in the bathroom and the
light went on. There was no one there! I started calling out to my mother
and I could hear her get out of bed and walk to her bedroom door. This house had
wood floors and it made a lot of noise when walked on. Just as she opened
her door the light went off right in front of me. She came to see what the heck
I wanted and got mad when she seen the light wasn't on like I said. She went
back to bed and told me to go to sleep. It was only a few seconds when the light
went back on and again I called out to my mother and again I could hear her
coming and again just as she opened her door the light went back off. This time
she seem to have gotten mad I could tell by her voice she went to the bathroom
and turned on the light looked around and told me no one was there now get to
sleep or else. She went back to her room and just as she closed her door behind
her I was looking right at the bathroom and the light went back on again! I
could still hear my mom telling my dad in a pissed off voice about me making her
get up for nothing. This time I didn't say a word I just stayed looking into the
empty bathroom after about 10 seconds the light stayed out and it didn't come on
anymore. I think it was trying to get me in heat with my parents.
We moved
out soon after but it seem to move with us till this day things happen that are
hard to explain but that's another story................
A bit of a long read but worth it! The whole doorknob thing would have freaked me out! I can just imagine two kids standing there with their hair on end staring at a slowly turning doorknob! YIKES! Did you ever ask your parents if they knew the history of the land or the home? I heard on similar story to this one, but the home was built next to a graveyard and their backyard, butted up against the cemetery. Their doorknob would turn on late nights as well!
The old man & his Tractor....
Submitted by "Tammy"
Hailing from: Porterville CA
Where it happened: Odell TX
Posted on: 8/14/04
My husband had passed away on October 5, 1994. We were still living in Texas then and my husband's family plot was in a very small very lonely cemetery in the middle of nowhere that was called Odell. The cemetery was called The Bell cemetery as it was also the final resting place of the Bell family.
My three daughters and I went out once a week to clean up the grave and place fresh flowers on it. One day while we were there , we had just finished cleaning up around the headstone and had placed fresh flowers in the vase when out of nowhere we see a little old man on a tractor across the cemetery from us.
We went on with what we were doing but I looked up and saw the old man slowly shuffling towards us. I remember thinking, as slow as he's walking it would take him all day just to get to the other side of the cemetery which was not a big cemetery at all. I looked up again and to my amazement, the old guy was nearly up to where we were standing by my husbands grave.
He walked up to us with a small smile on his face and said," I was just wondering what grave you were putting those flowers on." When I pointed to the grave and told him it's my husbands grave, the old man's smile faded and he looked sad. He just said, "oh", and then he said , "I thought you were putting them on that one over there", indicating the grave across from my husbands. I felt bad as I told him I was sorry. He turned and started his slow shuffling walk back to his tractor. I looked down for just a brief second and when I looked back up the old man and his tractor were gone.
There was no way that old man could have gotten back to his tractor that fast. Not as slow as he walked. And we never heard the tractor start up. We hadn't even heard it when he was on it before he approached us. The old man and the tractor were both gone. They just seemed to have disappeared. My daughters and I just looked at each other for a few seconds and then we all started running for our pickup which was parked outside the gate of the cemetery. As we were running, my daughters were way ahead of me, I felt as though something or someone grabbed me by my ankle and I fell flat on my face. But not before I flew about 25 feet. It didn't stop me, I jumped up and ran the rest of the way to the truck just to find when I got there that my kids had, in their fear, locked the doors. They wouldn't unlock them even long enough to let me get in. I finally convinced them that I was alone and please let me as it was getting dark real fast.
It took
awhile before we went to the cemetery again. We did go to the cemetery again but
we never saw the old man or his tractor again. I had called the funeral home to
see who was the care taker of the cemetery and
was told that, that cemetery is cared for by the people who have family buried
there. They didn't have a person who regularly did any kind of maintenance on
that cemetery. I never was able to find out who the old man was. But to this day
it still bothers me that he looked so sad when I told him where I was putting
the flowers.
It has
been suggested that possibly he was the spirit of the old guy and that he was
hoping that we were tending his grave and that's why he looked so sad to find
that we were not.
Now this is the type of story we really like! We have received NUMEROUS stories of encounters with the dead in graveyards. It is usually a female spirit standing at the graveside of a loved one. This time it appears the occupant himself stopped by! It would have been very interesting to check the name on the grave he indicated and follow up to see if indeed, the man was the shade of the occupant lying within! Thanks for your story!
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