Only a few years ago my wife and I's best friends moved to
Arizona where they lost their 5 year old son in a go-cart accident. They
brought his body back to Missouri to be buried. About a week after the
funeral I got up in the middle of the night to find my 4 year old sons toys
scattered all over our kitchen floor. At the time I thought my wife and son
must have gotten up while I was a sleep. The next morning I asked my wife if
they got up during the night and she said no. She did tell me that she had a
dream that Cody the boy that died came to her bedside to ask her to come
play with him. Was she dreaming?....You decide.

I wanted to report a on going haunting. I grew 
up in a apartment complex in Chula Vista CA they were called casa la paz 
apartments on 370 k street apt 96 is the one I used to live in. My family and 
I lived there for 12 yrs and within those 12 yrs we had seen a woman and 
a man walking though walls, we have heard children crying there also was 
this thing that the woman down stairs and my sister had seen, it was 
short, ugly and had what looked to be a captains hat pointy buckled shoes 
and a coat with a buckle on the waist. The woman down stairs had a 
Polaroid picture of it, you could see what looked like a some sort of 
dwarf see threw and very horrible looking. People live there have 
reported all the same as my family and I experienced and to this day I 
have run into people who lived there in the complex and say those 
apartments are haunted.

This is a story that I haven't experience but a friend of my
mother's did. A story that not only affected his life but his family.


Viet Nam is a country that still holds its root after the war back in the
late 1960's. Many innocent people have died during the war though, and
some died with regrets that they still hold so they can't leave this
planet. This occurred when my mom was in her early teen's. Her friend,
we'll call him, Mike, was the around the same age as my mom.

Mike had a loving family. He had a mom, a dad, and two siblings, a sister
and a brother. In Viet Nam, almost anywhere you go, you would pass a
graveyard. Whether it's a trip to the corner store, going to school,
there's no way you can go somewhere without passing a graveyard. And these
graveyards aren't like the ones in America. When Mike's dad come home from
work late at night, he would pass a graveyard.

Now there are stories that the graveyard that Mike's dad passes lies a
ghost. Wait, she's not consider a ghost. In my mom's neighborhood, she's
considered a demon. She died at a young age, most likely under 20 years
old. Now, Mike's dad doesn't believe in ghosts. He laughs at them
actually. So one time as he came from home, driving a bus, he passed that
graveyard, he joked, "The ghost here must be very pretty. I think I might
fall in love with her."

Well, everything changed from there. Mike's dad wasn't the same dad he was
before. He would talk at night, whether it was himself or someone. He had
attempted suicide many times. The family was affected by this. They
couldn't take no more. So they strapped him tightly to the bed, where he
couldn't move or go anywhere. He was insane! Laughing manically and
suddenly crying his eyes out. The family believes their father is not the
same no more because of the she demon of the graveyard.

As weeks go by, the family decided to hire a exorcist to repel the ghost
away. The exorcist says that Mike's dad is indeed possessed by the
she-demon and will not be normal after three days where he won't move. So
for 3 days and two nights, they watched 24/7, making sure he wouldn't
budge from his bed. Then, the final night, the family were weary from the
guarding and decided to play it safe and rest.

That was a huge mistake. Somehow, Mike's dad was free from his bed and set
out into the night. A coffee shop nearby was closed but the owner was
still there, cleaning up the shop for the next day. It was around 12 in
the morning. Then, she smelled smoke. She thought she turned off the gas.
She wanted to check but hesitate as it was very dark outside. At the same
time, she didn't want her shop to burn down just in case. She went out
into the night to see something burning! It was a bus, engulfed in flames.
She shouted out, "Fire! Fire!" and banged on silverware to wake up the
neighborhood. The family woke up, too from the ruckus and find their
father not in his bed.

Into the morning, the fire is out but the bus blackened and contorted.
Then, someone cried out, "There's a body in here!" My mom had seen the
body. She described to be completely black, with empty sockets. What was
strange was the position he was in, a fetal position, with closed fists,
lying on his side. My mom couldn't sleep for a month.

I know this story wasn't entirely scary but it still gives me a chill. It
made me wonder if ghosts are always around us, just watching. Just waiting
for someone to recognize them, feel them, or see them.

Shape Shifter Ghost....

Submitted by "Anonymous."
Hailing from: Athens County, OH
Where it happened: Athens County, OH
Posted on: 5/26/2009

When I was 14 years old and living in the country with my mom we
heard a noise outside. When the front door was opened a bobcat ran into
the house. Bobcats are not something we normally see in this area. It was
as big as a small house dog and very real. But after running into the
house we all (me, mom, two younger sisters) started screaming...we had no
idea what to do. The bobcat ended up darting behind the refrigerator.

Mom moved the fridge away from the wall, she was going to hit it with a
broom to chase it out of the house. It wasn't there. That bobcat was gone,
like it never existed. It did not go up into the back of the fridge. It
didn't run out of the house. To this day I am convinced it was a spirit.


On another note, I have three children...all grown now. When they were
smaller we lived in The Plains Ohio (lots of ancient Indian burial grounds
there) and they have each insisted that orbs of light used to come into
their room at night and appear to be checking them out. They say the orbs
would travel from my daughter's room, go down the hall and visit the boys'
room. This apparently happened many times when we lived there. The orbs
would go around the rooms like they were looking at things.

Bobcat spirits and curious midnight orbs...something to think about.

Native Americans have spoken for years of shape-shifting Ghosts... Sounds like you met one!

Ghost Ship....

Submitted by " Anonymous "
Hailing from: Crystal River FL
Where it happened: Gulf Of Mexico
Posted on: 10/15/2009

My ghost story started on July 3rd , 2009. What we had planned
was a family outing, what we got was an adventure of a lifetime.

I’ve been trying for several months to get my wife to agree to an
overnight trip out on the Gulf Of Mexico. My wife (Melissa) would say
“David (that’s me), We’ll drift off and end up in Mexico”. Finally I got
her brother “Mike” and his girlfriend “Georgia” on board with the
overnight camp out plan. My 15 yr old son (Cody) was looking forward to a
camp out on the water since the first day I mentioned it. Melissa
reluctantly agreed to go along after finding that her brother was on board
with the plan.

On July 3rd this year, we worked our way through the crowded boat ramp
with our supplies in hand at Crystal River’s public access in Florida.
After taking what seemed like forever to find a place to park the truck,
we were on our way. The channel heading out to the Gulf was crowded with
boaters getting ready to celebrate the coming holiday.

Our 24 foot cabin cruiser usually handled rough water rather well, but
today with all the boats, it might as well have been a hurricane out
there. Waves were three or more feet and they were hitting us from every
direction. Melissa and Georgia were in the cabin trying to keep things
from falling off the shelves. Cody was in his all time favorite spot way
up on the bow. Mike was with me in the cockpit.

As we went past Shell Island at the entrance to the Gulf, Mike pointed out
how packed the Island was with people camping. I told Mike the engine
sounded like it was running good and strong today and maybe we should go
out on the Gulf ten miles or so to get away from all the commotion. Mike
agreed and the way we went.

We went 20 miles west of Shell Island before the water was calm and the
other boaters were few and far between. We decided another 5 miles would
be just about perfect. Judging from the fuel gauge, we were still looking
pretty good.

So here we are 25 miles from any source of land and we found a nice 33
foot hole to drop our anchor in. The water fairly calm, not real calm but
calm enough to keep the boat from rocking.

Cody was fishing off the bow, Melissa and Georgia were cooking on the deck
Mike and I were just setting back telling fish stories and reminiscing
things from our childhoods. We weren’t really paying much attention to the
time, and before we knew it night was starting to set in. I told Mike
that my plans were to stay a little closer to Shell Island and then catch
the fireworks over King’s Bay the next night. Mike on the other hand was
quite happy right where we were. I had Cody pull the anchor up, and we
started heading due east. We only made it another 4 miles before I was
having a hard time seeing what was ahead and I really didn’t want to wrap
my boat around a channel marker or run up on one of the many oyster bars
that are hidden just below the surface. We managed to find another hole
that was 27 feet deep and I could hear the local chatter over the marine
vhf radio. We dropped one anchor over the back and my storm anchor over
the front (just to put Melissa at ease over drifting). The GPS said we
were staying perfectly still.
I had two brand new marine batteries onboard and we were on battery 1, so
leaving the anchor light and fans on all night wasn’t a problem at all. I
could switch to battery 2 in the morning to start up and head back in.

Long about 11pm Melissa and Georgia were in the cabin with the table set
up playing cards. Cody decided he had enough and was snoring away in the
bunk. Mike and I were trying our luck at some night fishing and listening
to a few cd’s.

The fish were biting better than good. It seemed as soon as the bait hit
the water we had a fish on. It was mostly black tip sharks and now and
then we would land a sea trout. Then it was like someone flipped a switch,
our bait sat in the water without even a nibble. Mike made the comment
that maybe we caught them all. I just laughed it off and continued
fishing.

Mike was up on the bow with his pole and I was sitting in the back, all
was silent except for the women and their card game. All at once Mike
yells “Dave, did you hear that?”. I told him I didn’t hear a thing. Mike
said “ I heard a bell ring about three times or so”. I told mike I thought
it was a screw that came loose in his head rattling around. A few minutes
later just as Mike said “do you hear it?” I heard it as well. I heard a
bell ring three times that sounded like it came from the south west. I
stood up and looked, and at the same time Mike and I saw what looked like
a light flickering in the distance. The light was exactly south west from
our position. We heard the bell again, it rang exactly three times.

I felt a panic in my chest, I thought we had drifted and it was a lighted
buoy with a bell (probably Port Richy or Tampa). I got up and ran over to
the GPS to see where we moved to. The GPS showed us on the exact spot we
anchored. I shut the GPS unit off and turned it back on just to refresh
the satellites and make sure it wasn’t stuck. It still showed us dead on
the anchor spot. We checked the anchors to make sure they were secure,
they were. By now we were hearing faint voices coming from that direction.
Mike and I agreed that it must be another family on a boat spending the
night. Then we wondered if the three rings from the bell meant they were
in trouble. I tried to call the other vessel on the marine radio, with no
luck. I left the radio on scan, just incase we were on different channels.


By now the women were up in arms and panicking. Cody was out of bed and
wondering what all the commotion was. Mike suggested we pull anchor and go
see if they needed help. I on the other hand decided that we should hold
off a few minutes and think things over before possibly putting ourselves
in harms way. It’s hard to see the shallows and oyster bars in the pitch
black night.

Thirty minutes had gone by and the bell was still ringing, the light was
still flickering and the voices were getting somewhat louder. I even
thought that the ringing was more distinct and the light was brighter than
before. I wasn’t sure if they were or if it just seemed that way because I
was tuned in on them.

Another half an hour had gone by and sure enough, they were getting
closer. I knew we weren’t moving, but they were headed our way. It’s now
1:30AM and some vessel or something is headed our way. It wouldn’t be long
before we would see it.

I started the motor to not only bring battery number 1 up to charge, but
to have enough power to work the spotlight. I wanted whoever was out there
to know where we were. I did not want some partying drunks to run into the
side of us. Besides, maybe we could see what was going on and if someone
needed help.

The spotlight in their direction showed absolutely nothing. The odd thing
was that with the spotlight off, they looked to be no more than 400 yards
away and closing in. We couldn’t see their flickering light with the
spotlight on, so Mike thought it would be best to shut it down and wait
until they came in closer.

The flickering light had stopped along with the bell. We all sat on deck
in total silence waiting for the next little sound that would indicate
that they were still out there.

A half hour had passed with no sounds, no lights and no voices. A cool
breeze had picked up and there was a light to moderate chop on the water.
Not a single one of us felt the least bit tired at that point. We were all
wide eyed and waiting for the next thing to happen.

The marine radio started making a loud static sound, which scared the
living daylights out of every one of us. After messing with the radio
trying to quiet it down, I gave up and shut the radio off.

We were all setting there talking softly as if someone might hear what we
were saying when Mike’s jaw about hit the floor. Mike was looking behind
me and not saying a word. I said “what?”. Mike still said nothing. Georgia
(who was sitting by Mike) Said “Oh My God!!). Melissa and I both turned
around to see what was going on.

Still today, I have a hard time believing what I saw. No more than 25
yards from us was a huge and I do mean HUGE wooden ship of some sort. This
large wooden vessel just sat there and it looked to be as real as you and
I. I could see every fine detail of this large boat. The architecture of
the wooden carvings were simply astonishing. My heart was pounding and my
mind was on pause. I never heard a sound as this thing pulled right up
behind where I was sitting. We could all hear the sounds of people moving
around on board and voices that we couldn’t quite make out. I think part
of the reason we couldn’t make out the voices was due to a language
barrier or something. It sounded sort of like English, but not exactly.
Very hard to explain.

We all sat there for God only knows how long. It was as if we were
paralyzed and all track of time was lost. That being said, I’m not sure
how long the ship sat there beside us or how long before other events
started taking place.

The bell rang three more times. This time it was louder than ever,
startling us all. Three men looked over the side of the great ship down at
us and one of them yelled (amazingly in plain English) “hail, hail, hail,
heed my words”. There was a slight pause then the man yelled down to us
again “ we have been sent to deliver a message to you and to those who
would listen. Due to the ways of this world you live in, you are going to
see world turmoil as never seen before. Prepare yourselves, the signs of
the times are at hand”.

The men then vanished back onto the boat and the boat started to drift
off. Mike was the first to speak “get the light, I didn’t catch the name
of the boat”. We spot lighted for 20 minutes or so, but never saw the
ship. It was like it vanished into thin air.

I marked that spot on my GPS and Mike and I have been back to that spot
many times with cameras trying to get some sort of proof that we’re not
insane. The only thing we’ve seen since we went back was a light in the
distance and the faint sound of a bell ringing three times. The great
wooden ship never came back to us. I guess maybe we all went insane there
for a little while. If you don’t believe this story, well that’s okay, I
have a hard time believing it myself, and I was there.

This is our first nautical ghost story of the civilian type here at the Barrens! Wonderful story! Are you heeding their message?