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Wire Glasses....

Submitted by "Robert Scott."
Hailing from: Hastings MN
Where it happened: Old House I shared with a room mate in Minneapolis
Posted on: 10/7/05

First, let me say, I'm NOT what I would consider psychically sensitive, I'm about as psychically sensitive as a two by four, but for about 8 months in 1982....

In the early eighties, I shared a house with a room mate, (Dave), that had a number of strange occurrences. Dave had bought the house in order to fix it up and resell it for a profit. The house was built in the late 1890's
in an area of older homes just outside of Minneapolis. The area was referred to as Cobweb corners, because it was kind of neglected and run down. This house in particular was really a wreck. It had been a rental for years, and time had certainly taken it's toll.

I lived there for about a year, and helped him fix the house up. He tore everything out right down to the studs, new insulation, plumbing, sheetrock, the works. I had been living there several months when he and I sat down one night over beers to discuss some of the strange things that were going on. We had noticed several things.

The shower would go on by itself. The glass french doors he had installed on a room that led off the dining room would not remain closed. If I closed them in the morning before going to work, they would be open when I got home. I would close them again and go upstairs to bed, only to find them open again in the morning. Dave mentioned that he had several times heard footsteps walking around upstairs, in what would have been my bedroom. Thinking I was home he would call upstairs, only to find the upstairs empty. Dave had installed these really nice new kitchen cabinets, that totally surrounded the kitchen area. The doors were spring loaded. If you opened the cabinet, it would close with a very distinct 'thump' sound. We had both had the experience where we would be upstairs, thinking we were alone in the house. We would hear, thump, thump, thump. Thinking the other was home we would yell down to the other. But, there was no one there. We had noticed that we always felt very comfortable and welcome even though these strange things were going on, it never scared us.

But, my fiancé hated the place. She always felt a very oppressive feeling about the house. Dave's sister mentioned it too, she refused to stay alone in the house.

One day Dave was up in the attic rooting around when he came across an old photograph, from approx. the late 40's early 1930's. It was of a middle aged couple. The woman was sitting in a chair, with a man standing behind her. The man was tall and very thin, bald, with wire rim glasses. We assumed they were once the owners of the house.

As we talked about our experiences, we heard a strange popping sound, like a wine bottle cork. We both turned our heads and looked out of the kitchen door just in time to see the french doors slowly swing wide open. We looked at each other with our chins on the table. I said, "Someone should go check that out". Dave said, "Be my guest". I got up and walked through the dining room to the french doors. I stood for a moment and said an inquiring, "Hello?". But, of course there was no answer.

When I moved out and got married, Dave had several people from the wedding party over to his place for a little party himself. They were sitting around quietly talking about the wedding and drinking the last of the champagne. One girl, who was a neighbor of my wife, when they were growing up, seemed fixed on staring up the open staircase that lead from the living room to the second floor. When someone asked her what she was staring at, she replied, " I see an old man at the top of the stairs, he's tall and thin, bald and he has wire rimmed glasses on. He's very uncomfortable with all these women in the house. He's not mean, he just wants us to go away." There's a buzz kill.

One last thing, as I was moving out I was down in the cellar looking for a caster for the frame of my bed, I had stored the frame in the basement, but there were only three casters on the frame and I was digging around trying to find where the third one had fallen off and gotten too. My fiancé was sitting on the top step, talking to me, (she refused to go into the basement), suddenly in mid sentence she just said, I'm going upstairs and walked away. I was looking at a pile of boxes when I swore I saw something come flying out of my peripheral vision and land in a box right in front of me. I looked in the box and there was the fourth caster.
I was quite pleased with my good luck and I went upstairs. My fiancé had left the house and was sitting in my car. When I got out to her and explained how the last caster had just practically appeared right in front of me, she wasn't surprised at all. She said she had left the house so abruptly because she noticed as she was sitting on the stairs that the bare light bulbs that hung from the basement ceiling had all begun to 'cloud over' like a gigantic shadow from the far corner of the basement was advancing on her. I just laughed and thanked her for leaving me alone down there! As far as I'm concerned the shadow helped me out.

By the way, once all the rehab work was done on the house, all the weird stuff stopped happening. I guess we really stirred something up.
 

 It is frequently reported that haunting activity can be triggered by changes being made to a structure or home.  Thanks for your submission..!!

Desolate Farmhouse...

Submitted by "Jeff D."
Hailing from: Riverside CA
Where it happened: Farm house in Idaho 1967
Posted on: 10/7/05

I've enjoyed this site and the stories shared here. It's time to share my own.

In 1967 at the age of 5, my father and mother decided they wanted to try the farm life. We already had some relatives living in SW Idaho and they thought the country lifestyle would be a good healthy environment to raise their 6 children(3 boys, 3 girls). We moved from San Bernardino, CA (So Cal) to a little town called Marsing, pop. 610 at the time.

We lived with an aunt for a couple of weeks until my parents could find a house. They found an abandoned farm through some government authority. Many had applied to buy the place cheaply but my parents case won, I guess because they looked the most needy and deserving. Anyway, the farm had a small, derelict house(2 bedroom, 1 bath with a full basement) on 110 acres about 9 miles out of town. The entrance was down a long dirt road about 1/2 mile off the main road with power poles running along the side.

The place was really isolated, nearest neighbor about a mile away. My father had us 3 boys sleep in the basement while the girls got the bedroom upstairs. We bought some calves to raise up hopefully to start a dairy.

One of the calves died and we buried him across the dirt road from the house, next to a power pole. Being good little Christians, we fashioned a cross out of wood to place on the calf's grave. My father told us this was not a good idea as a previous resident of the house had died on that spot trying to connect power to the house, electrocuting himself.

A couple of months later in the dead of winter, I was awake listening to the wind blow outside while in bed in the basement. All of a sudden the doorway at the top of the basement stairs leading in and out of the house flew open and slammed shut! At first I thought it was the wind but then I heard Bam, Bam, Bam..footsteps coming down the stairs. I closed my eyes in Fright.
 

Then STOMP, STOMP, STOMP...footsteps back up the stairs. I opened my eyes to see if it was one of my parents (I could see straight up the staircase from my bed) but no one was there! Then the door flies open and slams shut again! I was frightened more than anytime I can remember since.

We lived in that house for 2 1/2 years and after that I would never go to bed alone or even go down in the basement alone. This activity happened a couple of more times but on those occasions the footsteps were slower, softer and less frightening, more like an old woman walking up and down the steps. I asked my mother later in life if she thought that house was haunted. She said yes but she didn't think it was a presence that would ever harm us.
 

Tell that to a 5 year old boy!
 

What a great story! Sounds like the previous occupant was still trying to finish his chores!

Resurrection Mary Vietnam Style....

Submitted by "Anonymous"
Hailing from: Sydney NSW Australia         
Where it happened: Vietnam Saigon
Posted on: 10/7/05

This is a true and very famous ghost story from Vietnam. One dark night a taxi driver is doing his night shift and while driving along the streets of Saigon he spotted a young lady waving her hand at him and stopped to pick her up.

She look a bit frail and sad. She ask the taxi driver to take her home and give him directions to her house. It was quite a long trip as she resides in the country area which is over an hour away from the city. After an hour of driving they finally reached the country side and it was very dark and quite. The young lady said to the taxi driver her home is nearby...just a bit further into the woods. The taxi driver is starting to feel a bit uneasy as there is no houses or any people in sight except for the pit darkness and shadows of trees reflecting from the headlights.

Deeper and deeper they go into the dark woods and finally arrived at a very old desolate house. The taxi driver noticed there is no other house nearby...just this one house in the middle of woods. The young lady does not have any money on her and ask the taxi driver to wait in the car while she quickly go in the house and get some cash. So the young lady disappeared into the old house and the taxi driver waited and waited for over ten minutes.

Its getting rather late and its not the nicest of places to be waiting for someone in the middle of nowhere where its dark and creepy. The taxi driver is now growing intensely annoyed and wants his money so he can be on his way back to the city. He knocks loudly on the door but got no answer. At this stage the taxi driver is beaming with anger and knocks on the door as loud as he could.

An old lady finally answers the door and the taxi driver ask for the young lady. The old lady told the taxi driver there is no young lady living in this house. The taxi driver said he saw the young lady walked into the house and she owes him money for driving her home. The old lady once again told the taxi driver there is no young lady living here.

The taxi driver spotted a portrait of a young lady displayed on an alter and immediately pointed his fingers to the photo. He muttered loudly, there she is, the lady in the photo is the one who owes me money. The old lady look really confused and told the taxi driver he must be dreaming as the young lady in the photo has passed away over a year ago. She went to the city one day and never arrive back home. Her body was later found in a city park and her caused of death is still unknown.

The taxi driver's face suddenly turned white as if he has just seen a ghost. He quickly return back to his car and drove as fast as he could back to the city vowing never to take passengers to the countryside ever again.
 

A fanciful tale certainly... a Vietnamese take on the resurrection Mary story so popular in Chicago. I include this as a salute to scary Halloween tales everywhere!

To the Engine Room!....

Submitted by "Hans H"
Hailing from: Sarasota FL
Where it happened: Long Beach CA
Posted on: 10/7/05

Back in 1984 I moved to So. Cal to go to college. My mother said that as a surprise she was going to take me to the Queen Mary for lunch & a tour. Keep in mind that I had no idea what the Queen Mary was. We went and everything was fine until mom said "Lets go to the forward lounge in the front to overlook the ship."

We passed thru the main hallway toward the doors entering the lounge. To give you a perspective, to the right is a stairwell with 3 windows at the end of the hall looking out from the ship. Mom went into the lounge and I began to follow her when out of the corner of my eye something looked wrong.

The #2 window between the others suddenly looked dark and as I looked closer it appeared as if water was being sprayed at the window . (keep in mind that its a sunny Ca. day about 3pm.) As I walked toward the window to get a closer look, I suddenly herd someone running up the stairs towards me .It was so fast and so close sounding that I stepped back so I wouldn't be in the way when (?) showed up. The steps got closer and closer until they were right in front of me, but there was no one there!!

As my brain tried to fathom what was going on, mom stepped out of the lounge and asked if I was going into the lounge or not.  I told her to look at the weird window .She looked and said what are you talking about ? I turned and the window and it was bright and sunny and the glass was dry and caked with salt.

I told mom what I had saw and she said she was sorry but she didn't see anything. About 10 minutes later I had the strangest feeling just like when you get butterflies only X 10! I told mom that we had to go to the engine room right now!! I felt it was a matter of life or death!

Try as we might we couldn't find the engine room.  We were then stopped by an employee that told us that they closing soon and we had to leave. The feeling got stronger and stronger but as soon as I stepped of the boat the feeling was completely gone as if it was never there!!

As a footnote about 4 years later, I read that on the same day in (I believe it was) 1966 a man by the age of 18 yrs. was killed by being crushed by the engine room doors during a fire drill. (P.S.,I was born in 1966 some 5 mos. later. )

 

Great story! I have visited the Queen Mary and sadly didn't experience anything paranormal in nature.  It appears from many reports regarding the queen Mary that frequently experiences happen to those not looking to experience anything paranormal.

Lightning Girl...

Submitted by "Mike Kenyon"
Hailing from: Olean NY          
Where it happened: Route 16 in Hinsdale, NY
Posted on: 10/7/05

This happened about 3 years ago. My mom, my brother, and I were coming home from Six Flags Darien Lake. It was about midnight when we were coming up on an underpass on route 16 in Hinsdale, NY. There were fields for like 300 yards on both sides of us and there were no houses or other cars anywhere around.

All of a sudden this flash of light came across the road. It had sort of the shape of a human. We drove right
through it. My mom slammed on the brakes and said "Did you see that." I responded with a yes. We looked back but there was nothing there. I wasn't to scared then, I just thought it was a swirl of dust that got kicked up.
 

But then I looked out into the field and saw the glowing figure standing there. I could make out that it was a human, yet I could see right through her. I was too scared to speak. My mom started driving away, but I just kept staring out into the field as the girl disappeared into thin air.

 

Awesome story! Anyone else out there have this type of experience? If so send us an update! 

Missing Mother....

Submitted by "Nicole Price."
Hailing from: Little Falls NJ      
Where it happened: My new apartment
Posted on: 10/7/05

The last thing I expected to hear when I moved into my new apartment was that it was haunted. But the new neighbors of mine which soon became my friends, swore by the loud noises & sounds of things being thrown down the stairs of the deck leading to my door. I moved in May. My apartment is in the attic, it was calm & cozy yet it had a distinctive darkness to it. Even before I had spoken with them about the mysterious "Thief", I noticed something amiss.

The story had been passed down from generations from the old caretaker of the property a decade previous from the now present landlord. He too said he had been "robbed".

Some nights after work I would go next door to have dinner with my new friends. After some time being in my
apartment, they decided to tell me about the infamous ghost story.

A man who used to live in my apartment, whose mother had passed away 25 years prior, had completely lost his mind grieving over her death. In a fit of blinding distress he took all his mothers pictures & burned them to ashes.

So the story goes, he doesn't make himself seen, but you can actually feel his physical presence. From time to time, residents of the complex would notice pictures of their mothers missing. Because of denial or fear the other tenants dismissed the missing pictures.

I started to ask my new friends questions about the man, when my own mothers pictures started to disappear. I was told that he makes himself seen on the eve of her death every year, November 11th. I thought they were just trying to startle me, because the date of his arrival would be the following night. In my disbelief, I went on with my day as I normally would. That night I went to sleep a little tense but not overly disturbed. In my sleep I was awakened by the sound of something pounding on the walls. As I sat up I saw an imprint of something heavy on the bed near my feet. In my haste, I tried to jump up, but there was a feeling of complete restraint on my legs.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my camera on the nightstand. As I reached for the camera it fell on the floor and set the flash off. At that moment everything stopped, & the imprint was gone. I got up to get my bearings, and to my surprise, all of the missing pictures of my mother were scattered throughout my apartment. I've never had any personal experiences since, but from what I've heard he still lingers.
 

Very cool story. Thank you for giving us a pre-Halloween fright!

Bullet....

Submitted by "Dugan Dean."
Hailing from: Puyallup WA 
Where it happened: Fontana CA
Posted on: 10/7/05

About a year before we moved into the house, the owner's daughter had laid down on her bed, and shot herself with a .38 revolver through the head. She died in the very room, in the very bed I slept in. Her parents were so grief stricken that they moved away from the home and wanted nothing to do with its contents. I have since wondered about what I saw that night.
 

Thanks for your submission! It has shades of Amityville to it. Just goes to show you never know "what" or "who" you are going to encounter when moving into a "fully furnished" dwelling...

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