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Night Crawler....

Submitted by "J. S."
Hailing from: Portland, OR 
Where it happened: Portland, OR
Posted on: 9/11/05

I am a college student currently living away from my house, but my boy friend and my parents still live in my house. We built the house with our own hands when I was little and moved in when I was about 7 years old. My older adopted sister Kanani died in that house 9 years ago (3 days before my 10th birthday to be exact).
She died in our guest room surrounded by her dearest family and friends. It was a peaceful death...but I can tell you right now that no one in my family sleeps in that room.

Right across from that room is the dining room and the light in the dining room has since had a mind of its own. We can change the light bulbs 'til our faces turn blue but it'll still flicker and turn on and off when ever it pleases. Maybe that's Kanani?
 

My cousin Rachael is the only one who dares to sleep in that room. One night (a long time before the event I'm about to tell you about) her pet bird woke her up. The bird was hissing at something in the dark. My cousin was shaken, but went back to sleep thinking "it must be Kanani".
 

My mom is an Episcopal priest and my dad is a Christian as well, so they don't believe in ghosts, only demons. But Rachael and I have always known that it's Kanani, whether my parents believe it or not. Another incident in that room was when my friends were sleeping over and the lights suddenly flicked on. My friend Krystal said she indeed did "feel something". I told her "Don't worry, that was Kanani seeing who you two are".
 

Well, the event that ruled out Kanani forever was one that took place a couple of months ago while I was talking to my boy friend on the computer via AIM.  He started typing freaked out words and I called him because I was so worried. He said "Something just went around the house tapping on things and knocking them over".  I asked "Are the windows open? Are the cats in the house?" He said "No". Then he let out this "Holy ****!" I asked "What happened now?!"
 

He said "A black shadow of a man was standing outside the front door and got sucked into the guest room".
[cue in silence from my side of the conversation] I heard silence from his end of the phone and started freaking out and yelling for him. He said "I'm fine...but the shadow just crawled out of the guest room and looked at me then crawled back in like it had no legs." "What in the world is going on in my house?!" I scream.
 

My dogs start going nuts and my boy friend goes outside to calm them down and to try and calm himself down with me still on the phone. I hear him say "I did NOT just need to see that" I ask "What?" He says "The shadow peered out at me as I was walking by the guest room".

I ask "How much sleep have you gotten?" He says in an offended tone "I've gotten sleep just fine." I go and look up some information and I tell him "You don't have a ghost...you have an entity...." After I explain to him the difference between entities and ghosts, he starts hearing the floor underneath him being banged with "a sledgehammer". But it was coming from UNDER the floor. I tell him "I don't know exactly how safe this is...but try talking to it" He says "Fine" and starts cussing and screaming threats at it. I said "Good job, now you've gone and pissed it off". But ever since then our friend the entity hasn't bothered him. My boy friend did say that he didn't get a feeling of hostility from it but a feeling of "I'm not happy" from it.

 

 We've had one other story which describes a black shadow crawling or creeping along the floor.  I don't think much scares me worse than the black shadow entities.  Mostly due to their usually being evil or demonic in nature.

Elevator Angel...

Submitted by "Gabriel D."
Hailing from: Lovely KY
Where it happened: Huntington, WV
Posted on: 9/11/05

This isn't a typical ghost story... but it something that I can't explain. It was January of 2004 I can't remember the exact date, though I believe it was the 12th. My grandmother was in the hospital - she had undergone surgery on the blood vessels in her neck to remove a clot, and it failed, leaving her partially paralyzed and unable to talk or move. She had just passed away, and I had gone downstairs to find my family down there and tell them.

I let the rest of them on the elevator ahead of me, then waited for the next one so I could ride alone. well, on the 2nd floor and young woman not much older than me got on the elevator. She immediately saw that something was wrong, and asked. I told her about my grandma, and she said she was sorry, and told me to trust that God would take care of her. being a Christian, I told her I knew, and was just sad she was gone. -note: I never once told her my name- well, when we reached the fourth floor, we both got off, she went one way, I went the other.

Just down the hall from the elevators was a meeting room for families to make arrangements and so forth. I stood out in the hall, in sight of the elevators. I was surprised to see the same young woman walk back towards the elevators a few minutes after we had gotten off. but the really surprising part: she called to me by my name! she then got on the elevator, and was gone.

With the grief of losing my grandma, I thought little of it until that night, when I realized the peculiarity of her calling me by my first name, since she was not part of my family, I never met her before that time, and she hadn't come down that part of the hall to hear anyone else say my name.
 

Sounds like perhaps an angel. Have you looked at a photo of your grandmother when she was younger? Perhaps it was her spirit stopping by to say goodbye..

Crying Ghost ....

Submitted by "Kaitlyn Petty"
Hailing from: Not Stated         
Where it happened: Not Stated
Posted on: 9/11/05

Ok, this one time, my brother, who's 15, was alone at home, sitting in his room. He was playing on his PS2 when he heard something coming from the vent that was in his room. He walked over to our basement to check it out. There were no lights on, and he couldn't turn the basement light on because the bulb was turned, so it couldn't go on. He walked down the stairs, and the noise got louder. He identified it as being someone crying. He told me it sounded like a little girl. So, he tried to find where the sound was coming from. While he was looking to the right, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something run past him up the stairs, but the cries still came from the basement.

Not sure if it was his imagination, he got freaked out and ran up the stairs, ready to kill whatever it was that had ran up before him. So, he ran through our kitchen, and when he reached the bottom of the steps that led upstairs, he really freaked out, thinking of the Exorcist movie, when the girl runs down the stairs. So, he jumped passed the steps, and ran into his room. He didn't have a bed at the time, sleeping on a mattress on the floor, so he sat on that, staring out into our hallway, making sure nothing came. He was still a little freaked out by the time I got home. I thought it was a joke until I heard the same cry, coming from the basement about a week later.
 

Short but Sweet! Did you ever research the history of the home? Perhaps a child died by falling down the steps or had a trauma of some sort down in the basement. Interesting story.

Grandpa go away!....

Submitted by "Tiffany F"
Hailing from: Milton Delaware
Where it happened: Alexandria VA
Posted on: 9/11/05

My grandfather died when I was at least 11 or 12 year yes old, now I am 22. This all started happening a year after my grandfather died. Every time I went to visit my grandmother after he died I could never be in their house. I always found my self trying to hang around out side. I always had the worst eeeeerie feeling almost to the point were I wanted to vomit. I do not know why, he was a pretty nice man. I mean he did have his days but nothing bad.

One day I was playing cards out side with my mom, grandmother and cousin. I went in side to get another deck of cards I was so scared to death cause I never went in that house alone.I went in and grabbed a deck and I thought I heard something and walked towards my grandfathers room where he died. For some odd reason I said "grandpa?" then I heard him holler "What?!" I darted out of the house and went out side I didn't say any thing about what heard until a year later.

On Thanksgiving I went outside and when I came back in everyone was quiet. I mean we have a big family my grandparents had 10 kids and alot of grand-kids. I asked what happened and my dad told me that when my grandfather was sick he had a stick on the side of his bed and he would bang it twice real loud for grandma to hear and he said everyone heard it come from his room.

A few months after that my grandma got a computer and the internet, she had it in grandpa's old room. I wanted to go online and I got up the nerve to go in there. I way so scared and had that feeling I always had. Grandpa hated when people went through his stuff, I was looking at all the things he still had in his room. I saw this picture holder that was a Christmas tree it held pictures of all the grandkids. I picked it up and sat it back down in a different spot. I also sat it down kind of sideways. I got on the computer and I heard a real loud slam and turned around and the little Christmas tree was in the spot I found it in and it was sitting straight up!

I told my aunt about what happened to me those two times and she told me she had come over one day on her break and came there cause it was closer to her work and she said she walked past the recliner he always sat in and saw him sitting in it ( well he had only been gone for a month or so at that time) she said "hey daddy", and when she got to her room she realized what she saw!  She was not scared but when she left the room to leave the house he was still sitting there and she just said "bye" and saw him watching her leave.

My grandmother told me my cousin saw him as well. One morning my grandmother and cousin were leaving to walk to school.  They got all the way out to the driveway and my cousin realized she had forgotten her book. She went back inside the house by herself as grandma waited. Nothing was said, but as they got to the school my grandmother went off to the cafeteria were she worked and my cousin went to class.

About an hour later my cousin flipped out and the office called my grandmother to my cousins class and she was crying really hard. My cousin told grandma that when she went back into the house that morning to get her book she saw good ol granddad sitting in the recliner staring at her the whole time she was in there.

A week or two later, my cousin's father was outside on a ladder taking down Christmas lights. He told me that he looked in the window and saw grandpa sitting in the rocker were he used to like to sit and stare out of the window! He waved to my uncle and scared the piss out of him and he fell off the ladder.

Now that I am older and when I go to my grandmother's house to visit I don't get those feeling anymore and I don't think anyone has seen Grandpa around for awhile. maybe his unfinished business is finished.

 

I agree with you, it sounds like your grandfather has finally crossed over to the other side...

Little house, Big Trouble...

Submitted by "L. Richmond"
Hailing from: Zachary LA          
Where it happened: Baton Rouge, LA
Posted on: 9/11/05

In 1994, my husband and I were having financial difficulties and decided to find a cheaper house to live in. We thought we had found it when a friend from our church told us about a house that was for rent down the street from her house. It was an older two bedroom house for $200.00/mo. At the time we had an 8 month old daughter and we thought the house would be perfect for us.

Things were fine for the first couple of weeks, but then we all started to become ill. At first, minor illnesses like colds, upset stomachs, etc. Then major illnesses like the flu, pneumonia (my baby was hospitalized for this one), the chicken pox (first my baby caught them, then I caught them at the age of 23). All of these illnesses were in the first 2 months of living in the house (we lived there for a total of 4 months).

Once we all recovered from the illnesses, I started noticing little things happening in house - water faucets running in the bathroom when I was home by myself, lights turning on by themselves after I had turned them off, things disappearing after I had set them on the counter never to be found again.

I had also noticed that every time I would rock my baby to sleep in the living room and try to take her to her room to put her in the baby bed, she would just wake up immediately, her entire body would stiffen and she would scream as though she was in extreme pain. The funny thing is that as soon as I would take her out of her room she would stop crying and immediately go back to sleep.

Now, I had always felt as though I was being watched by someone or something, but the worst was what had happened our last day in the house.

I had just picked up my daughter from my mother's house after I had gotten off of work and had driven home, so it was about 6:30 p.m. I walked into the house, turned on the lights and immediately noticed that the picture frames with my daughter's pictures in them, had fallen from the top of our entertainment center and were on the floor. I picked up the pictures and set them back on top of the entertainment center. Glass from one of the picture frames had broken and shattered onto the floor. I didn't think too much of this and went into the kitchen to get the broom and a dustpan. I heard absolutely no noise while I was in the kitchen. When I returned to the living room, I was absolutely shocked to find that ALL of the picture frames were back on the floor - this time all in a straight line with the broken glass forming a perfect circle around the frame that was broken.

I immediately took the baby out of the house and sat on the front steps outside until my husband came home from work.

We called the minister from our church, my parents (also ministers), and my husband's sister whose husband was also a minister. We prayed and anointed the entire house (windows & doors) with oil. We thought that
this had taken care of the "problem". My parents told me that if anything else happened to just come to their house and spend the night.

Later, my husband & I went to bed at about 11:30 p.m. (of course, I put the baby in bed with us!). I couldn't sleep. I just laid there staring into the darkness. Every time I closed my eyes I could hear low, mumbled voices that sounded like chanting. I asked my husband if he was hearing the same thing and he said yes. Needless to say, we packed a suitcase and left the house at 2:00 a.m. We returned the next day only to get our belongings and we never looked back.

I had never really believed in hauntings or ghosts until we experienced these strange occurrences. Now, I'm definitely a believer!!
 

Sounds like you stumbled into a home which had an occultist past! Lucky you got out of there when you did. I'm sure the attacks on you and your family would have continued until someone was seriously injured or killed.

Drag, Thump....

Submitted by "April Caldwell."
Hailing from: West Philadelphia PA       
Where it happened: West Philadelphia PA
Posted on: 9/11/05

The events I'm about to tell you are true. They happened to me in the house I grew up in. I lived in a large 3 story apartment row house located in West Philly. My family lived on the first floor. At the time this happened, the second and third floor apartments was both empty. My family were the only ones living there.

One night around 12:30am everyone was asleep except for me. For some reason I could not sleep. So I lay there in my bed wishing I was sleepy enough to fall asleep when all of a sudden I heard movement coming from the third floor apartment. Realizing that the apartment is empty really begin to creep me, as I listened the sound grew, draaag thump , draaag thump , draaag thump, like some one or something was was dragging one leg ! at least that's what I was thinking as I was trying to figure out what it could be.

My heart pounding in my chest, sweat rolling down my body as I froze with fear. draaag thump, draaag thump, draaag THUMP it hit the second floor landing as it made it's way to the steps leading to the first floor, draaag thump draaag thump, draaag thump, THUMP as it hit the first floor landing my heart stopped. it dragged it self to my door and stood there. I listened .I looked at the bottom of the door I could see the shadow of something moving back and forth . As if that was not bad enough then it started scratching on my door and turning the door knob like it was trying to get in.
 

I always kept my bedroom door locked at night, whatever was on the other side of my door I knew was not human and not of this world, because the moaning sounds that came from it. I never heard anything so horrifying before in my life. I'm 50 years old now and it still terrifies me to think of it even now as I'm writing this.
 

Talk about post traumatic Stress! I would've probably had a heart attack.

Boogie Man of Brunei....

Submitted by "Sunny HZ."
Hailing from: Brunei  
Where it happened: Mount Kinabalu, Southeast Asia
Posted on: 9/11/05

After a few hours of cards, we decided to go to sleep, as it was almost midnight and we had a long day of touring tomorrow. We were all sharing the large king-sized bed in the room, so we all just rearranged the pillows and just snuggled down under the covers, tossing and turning in the bed, trying to find the most comfortable position.

Suddenly, there were three knocks on the door - not the one that opened to the front hallway, but rather the one that opened to the balcony. We froze, and stared at the door. "I-It must have been the wind," one of my cousins suggested, although the knocks were too firm, sounded too deliberate to have been caused by the wind. Nevertheless, we agreed and were just starting to relax when the knocks sounded again, sounding more insistent.

Suddenly, something dawned on me. I had earlier shown my maids the balcony (it connected our room to theirs) and they seemed interested in it. Maybe *too* interested, I thought. "I'm going to open the door," I told my two older cousins. "I know it's Auntie playing a joke on us!" (Auntie is how we address our maids, by the way) But one of my cousins had me in a great bear hug, whispering to me "Don't open the door, don't open the door" The knocking on the door continued.

"But I know its just Auntie," I said, struggling, trying to free myself. But she wouldn't let go. "Okay, fine, I'll just look out the window, see if its them, ok?"

At that very moment, knocks sounded on the glass of the window. Scary thing is, I could see the shadows of the trees outside cast on the curtains (there was a spotlight placed out there), heck, I could even see the shadows of the leaves waving around in the wind, but what I could NOT see was the shadow of our knocker, even though it should have been clearly visible!

More annoyed than afraid, I managed to extricate myself from my cousin's grasp and went storming to my maids' room next door, leaving my two OLDER cousins whimpering in fright on the bed.

I opened their door, only to find the two of them huddled together on one bed crying, although their room had two single beds. I asked them what was wrong , and they told me that a few minutes earlier, they had heard what sounded like FOOTSTEPS on the roof! It had actually sounded as if someone was running around on the roof. Then, they heard knocking on their walls, high up near the ceiling. I looked at the luminous dials of my watch, it was about ten-past twelve, so the knockings must have started at around (or even exactly!) midnight!

Suddenly, I heard one of my cousins let out a blood-curdling scream. I ran back to my bedroom, with my parents (who looked so panicked, that I would have laughed, if the situation hadn't been so tense) hot on my heels. They had heard my cousin's scream and thought that we were being attacked by something.

When we got back into the room, everything was silent, except for the sobs of my cousins on the bed. When they saw us, they leaped up off the beds and dragged all of us to my parent's half, still crying. When they were finally able to make themselves coherent (I had told my parents my side of the story by then), they said that the knockings had continued, both on the door and the window, each time getting more violent. Then, terrified, they saw a shadow sort of 'forming' outside, and this was cast onto the curtains. The shadow was formless, but they were already petrified and just screamed their heads off.

We spent what was remaining of the night in my brother's room, and left the park the very next day, even though we were due to spend three more days there.

To this day, the thought haunts me, what would have happened if I had opened the door? Or even if I had looked out of the window? Would the knockings still have continued with me looking at nothing, or would I have met something more terrifying?

 

I love Asian Ghost Encounters! Very interesting story, thank you for submitting it!

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