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Bang!...

Submitted by: "Kayti K."

Hailing from: Oxnard CA

Where it happened: Oxnard CA

Posted on: 8/1/03

When I was 10 My mother, my brother and my step dad used to live
in a house that was built quite a while ago. Often I would get this
feeling like I was being watched, and I could feel the hairs go up on the
back of my neck.

One night, I was in my room and my brother was in another. I heard this little girl scream, and then I heard a man say,"Kaytlyn Ann!!" I thought I was in trouble so I ran out to the front porch where my parents were. Well, my brother also came out running and I asked him what he heard, he said "it was three people, two men and a lady." My little brother was 4.

We found my parents, and asked them what we did, they said nothing. When we told them what we heard, they made us pray for the spirits to go away. After we finished our prayer, there was a loud BANG! so my parents and brother ran to the bathroom that we heard it from. I stayed behind, and as I put the bible on our table, I saw the reflection of a little girl standing behind me.

When I turned to see who was there, there was nothing. We told my neighbor what had happened, and what he told us shocked us. There had been a couple living there with a little girl. The woman had had an affair with the husband's best friend, and in his rage, he shot her, his friend, and his little girl, and with
realization of what he had done, he shot himself.

I remembered that little girl's face, and I drew a picture of her, and her parent together. Before we moved, I left it there, where we used to have ours, and now I hear that there are no more noises being heard.

It makes one wonder if the spirit of the little girl was letting you hear the last sound that ever fell upon her ears?

Cold Comfort...

Submitted by: "Becky Brown"

Hailing from: Niskayuna NY

Where it happened: Latham NY

Posted on: 6/20/03

When I was a little girl my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer of the voice box. She had went through surgery to get her voice box removed. When I was 16 I moved in with her. She had had a relapse of her cancer and went to the hospital where they told her that she was to old to live through another surgery so she would die from the cancer in a month maybe two. It had spread to her stomach and brain.

My mom moved in with my stepfather and sister to take care of her. Time went by and I saw her suffering so much. Many nights I would sit outside her room begging God to please take her. She could hardly hear anymore and couldn't see anything.

One day I went in to try to talk to her. I asked her if she was scared.
She said yes she was very scared. That same day she called for me and I
went in and I was trying to ask her what was wrong. She couldn't hear me so
I was yelling "what's wrong grandma" she didn't answer me. She was on a lot
of morphine so I figured she had passed out.

Later that night she told my mom that I yelled and her and she didn't know why. That was the last thing that I ever heard my great grandmother say was "Becky yelled at me" She slipped into a coma that night. Two nights went by and I went in to check on her but she was sleeping. I went into my room and laid down next to my sister who was sleeping. I was laying on the side that was closet to the door.

I was laying there thinking about her when all of a sudden a feeling
came over me that I could never explain properly. I felt her. I couldn't
see her or smell her or even hear her~ I felt her. Like when you feel
someone looking at you. I felt her get up out of bed and stand. I felt her
walk through the house towards my bedroom. I was frozen in fear. I
couldn't think of anything except that I was going crazy. I could feel her
walking closer and closer. Finally she was in my room. I opened my eyes
and looked but nothing was there. Yet the only sense that was
missing was actually seeing her because I knew she was there.

I closed my eyes and all the muscles in my body tensed up. Then a feeling that I will never ever forget hit me. I was cold. Now my skin wasn't cold but the dead center of my chest was cold. It was the most amazing terrifying feeling you can imagine. I wasn't cold like ice it was somehow different. I kept my
eyes closed and laid there with this cold terrible feeling right in the middle of my chest. Then whoosh it was gone. I laid there for a few minutes and then opened my eyes. I couldn't move because I was to scared and I couldn't wake my sister because she would just say I had a dream or something. I finally fell asleep.

I woke a few hours later to my mother crying hysterically. I jumped out of bed and said "Mom Mom what's wrong?"

She said "grandma's gone she must of passed sometime during the night"
I know when she passed. I know she came to see me before she left. I also
know that for weeks I could feel her in that house as could everyone who
came into it. Then just like she was never there the feeling left.

I was the closest to my Grammy out of the whole family. I know she couldn't leave without saying goodbye.

Really enjoyed your tale Becky. I wonder if maybe your Grandma didn't have her "hand" on your chest, trying to give you comfort one last time before she went to glory?

Screamer...

Submitted by: "Dyani"

Hailing from: Boyne City MI

Where it happened: My home

Posted on: 6/8/03

We have been living in our small home for about 4 years. Our
family consists of myself, my husband and my 4 year old son. Our house
was built in 1894. It was originally a butcher shop. While I have had
some strange occurrences, my husband has always been a skeptic.

That is why this incident made such an impression on me. From the time that we moved in, my son, upon waking, would ask me why I was in the bathroom
screaming that night.

You have to walk through his room to get to the toilet. I told him that I was not in the bathroom screaming, and that he was probably having a bad dream. He said that he thought I was in there because he could see the light on under the bathroom door. We never leave that light on. He asked me not to do that anymore because it scared him.

I was a little concerned about his story, but felt sure that he was having
some kind of reoccurring dream. He never got out of bed, or came into our
room, which I felt sure he would do if he were awake and not dreaming
this. I never believed that he might be too scared by these happenings to
get out of bed.

Anyways, the other night my husband was in the bathroom brushing my son's teeth before bed. All of a sudden he came rushing out into the living room, my son in tow, and just stood there looking at me. I was picking up my son's toys in the living room. My husband was looking at me in alarm. I asked him what was wrong, and he in turn asked me what was wrong. He said that while they were in the bathroom he heard me screaming. He thought that I was hurt or the house was on fire.

Well, I was not doing any screaming. Just the look of alarm on his face was
enough to convince me that he had heard something. He said that it
sounded exactly like me. It took him a few to get over it.

Now I worry that maybe something is going on in our house. I see a shadow often that moves though the kitchen either towards my sons room or away from it. It doesn't frighten me. It's just a movement out of the corner of my eye.

The thing that really frightens me is the thought that one of these nights
my son will get up enough courage to get up and go into the bathroom to
see what I am screaming about.

I have to say this is the type of story that the more you think about it the scarier it is! Thanks for the submission! Have you researched your house at all? Maybe someone was "butchered" there! yikes! ! ! Try snapping a photo of your bathroom.. see what turns up... if you find anything we'll post it!

The man in the wall...

Submitted by: Kate

Hailing from: Cambridge

Where it happened: My old house

Posted on: 5/5/03

This story starts in my old house on the oxmoor (Huntingdon).
Since then we have moved to a small village called warboys.

Our story begins when my big sister was awakened by my little sister
talking. My big sister, Stacie, then woke me up and told me to listen. We
listened outside her bedroom door. She appeared to be talking to someone.
We listened for about 5 minutes and then she stopped. She said "goodbye" so
we approached her. Although she was only 2 her speech was good.

"Who were you talking to Millie?" we asked her

"The man in the wall," she said, "the man in the wall." to our surprise she
wasn't scared one little bit.

This freaked me and Stacie out but we didn't let it get to us and we went
to bed and heard nothing more from her.

The next morning we questioned the neighbors about it. As we lived in
terraced houses it could have been going into or coming from their house.
They said that their child who was about 4 had been experiencing the same
thing.

That evening me and my family were downstairs in the dining room which is
located at the bottom of the stairs and in the corner of my eye I saw a
black figure run in the direction of the bathroom so I jerked my head to
look, only to see Millie following saying "where are you going." Everyone
heard Millie and stared at her but as far as I know I was the only one to
see the black figure. Since the encounter we have never heard Millie
talking to the man again.

We questioned the neighbors again who told us that he loved children but
worshipped the devil and talk to the youngest children in the household.
They also claimed that if you could strip all the wallpaper and paint off
in Millie's room you would find a huge realistic painting of the devil with
the devils code (666) underneath it.

We never found if this was true as we moved a couple of weeks later.

Now that is a creepy story! I wonder how much he "loved" children.. somehow devil worship and love don't seem to be compatible. I'm quite glad you moved out of there! I guess you never know what is hiding underneath that cheery wallpaper!

Sometimes they just gotta say goodbye...

The Cat's Outta The Bag...

Submitted by: Marilyn

Hailing from: So. Cal

Where it happened: Riverside CA

Posted on: 4/22/03

This event took place about 3 years ago or so. This story was related to me directly and I knew all the persons involved.

"Mr. Q" as we'll call him today was a gentlemen who was moving towards the end of his life. Mr. Q. was a really sweet gentlemen, much loved by his wife and kids.

Mr. Q. had a beautiful cat (we'll call him Jim) which stayed with him on his bed day after day during his final illness.

Towards the very end of his life, all of Mr. Q.'s children and his devoted spouse were at his home, attending to him and holding vigil. In order to help ease his passing with peace, the family read the prayers from the Catholic Last Rites out of the back of a Catholic Bible while gathered around Mr. Q.'s bed. This evidently worked since Mr. Q. passed over without waking.

Shortly after his passing Mr. Q.'s son, "Jeff" was sitting at his father's desk. There was a paper bag sitting next to him on the floor. Suddenly Jeff heard a rustling sound coming from the bag which he took for the cat playing in the bag. (Anyone who has ever owned a cat knows the sound a cat make while gleefully playing in a paper grocery sack.) He said out loud while reaching for the paper sack "Jim get outta there!" but when he looked down the bag was upright, undisturbed with NO cat in sight.. keep in mind the cat in no way could have run off without being seen.

Jeff said he "felt" his dad's presence in the room and was sure it was his dad who had disturbed the paper sack. Then shortly following the paper sack rustling, the books on the bookshelf for no apparent reason (no one was near them, no one touched them etc) slid off the end of the bookshelf with one in particular falling onto the floor.

The book that had fallen was the Catholic Bible and it fell open to the prayers the family had said over their father while he died.

I personally can attest to this story as I arrived shortly after all this had gone on and prior to Mr. Q's physical body leaving the premises. Upon my arrival I too could "feel" Mr. Q. still in the home as well. I did note that Jim the Cat was hiding out and wasn't going anywhere near that side of the house!

This was personally a really neat experience and I was honored to be included in it. Wherever Mr. Q is today, may God bless him! If you are ever at the bedside of a loved one even if you think they cannot hear you, tell them the important things you want them to know, because it appears they can hear you!

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