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War Drums....

Submitted by "Amy S."
Hailing from: Oklahoma City, OK 
Where it happened: SW Oklahoma
Posted on: 7/11/05

This story happened to my cousin and some of his friends only about 5 years ago on our family's ranch.

First of all, my cousin will be 35, and he is a married father of two. He and I are alike in that we appreciate the land and those that came before us. Our mothers are sisters and they grew up along with our uncle in SW Oklahoma as well, just about 20 miles NE of my hometown. Our grandparents grew up on farms there, and so just before they married in 1949, our grandpa bought a ranch where he raised wheat and cattle and even had horses for a while.

Anyway, my cousin goes up there as much as possible. He brings friends who are willing to camp up there. He has cooking utensils and a storage place for some things up there. He has gone by himself before, saying that it is very spiritual, and it is. According to his research, the land was sacred Indian land, apparently Kiowa. (Mind you, he is a very faithful Christian, and he and his wife are active in their church and teach Sunday school.) I will have to say that he is a unique one, though, and he was very much wild when he was younger and up until he got married.  Importantly, my cousin has always played the drums and even plays in
bands.

On one particular Summer evening, he and a small group of friends were settling around a campfire. My cousin brought his old bongo drums which he had since he was a kid (they are two drums connected by wooden base) since they were easy to carry in his backpack. He said the night was perfectly clear with the stars so close, seemingly, and yet only the light of the campfire was glowing (I can't remember if he said the moon was out or just partial, but it was clear.) As he got a rhythm on the drums, he said everyone saw this fog began to rise out of nowhere. He didn't think much about it at first, but continued to play. Then, he said the fog was very thick and suddenly began to form into the shapes of Indians, as if they were coming to life in the fog to the rhythm of the drum. Everyone was becoming shocked and he didn't think this was right, so he quit playing, and the fog slowly dissipated into nothing.

He said no one really talked much about it because they were already freaked out as it was, so they accepted it and that it was gone then, and then they left in the morning.

My cousin is very grounded in his faith and chose to stop whatever began, and who knows what would have happened--just a dance?
 

 Similar to a similar story which appears on our parent site regarding Indian spirits coming out of a wooded area in response to the playing of a set of drums... who knows??? too bad none of the campers snapped a photo!

Old Man Stan...

Submitted by "Helen Howes"
Hailing from: Manchester,UK      
Where it happened: Manchester,UK
Posted on: 7/11/05

In 1996 myself, Husband and children were Living in a rented terraced house in Levenshulme Manchester, the same city where the famous football team Manchester United are from. The street that we Lived on was a dead end and at the corner of this street there was a small shop that sold a bit of everything, the shop's owner was a very nice man called Ash, Ash was an Indian immigrant who settled here in England and has done well for himself and his Family.

We never Lived in that house for more than a year but that shop was often visited by us, our children would spend their sweet money there and we got to know a lot of people through that shop. In the corner of the shop near the toiletry supplies was a rocking chair, a callour gas heater, a flask on the floor and Old Man Stan wrapped in a blanket.

Some days when Stan felt well enough he would serve behind the till while Ash sat on the rocking chair reading a news-paper, more often than not though it would be Stan on the rocking chair. I was in awe of the friendship that they shared, Ash was no older that 50 years old, Stan was 80 plus, Ash was very dark skinned with heaps of jet black wavy hair, Stan's hair, what I could see of it peaking from the sides of his flat tweed cap was thin and silver, Ash's English was clear but broken, Stan had the voice of an English gentleman with words spoken that not even I understood the meaning of.

While Ash was of the average height, Stan was so tall that his old frame had given him a hunched back, he always Looked as though he was ducking under an unseen obstacle. All day they would make accusations against each other, Ash accusing Stan of being a Racist snob, Stan would accuse Ash of robbing him of His beautiful England that he had fought for during the war, all the time they would be in fits of Laughter, fully baffling those that entered the shop and having great fun.

I got to know a Little about Stan over that short year, Ash's great respect for Stan was born through the fact that on Arriving in England Stan was possibly the only English man that treated Ash as a fellow man should be treated, Stan and his wife would in time receive respect back from Ash because when Stan's wife passed on to the other side Ash took on Stan, supplied him with the rocking chair, flask of hot soup, callour gas heater and an unending invitation to sit in his warm shop and even allowed him to serve customers and eat chocolate, this all saved Stan from suffering the terrible fate of having to sit alone in an empty home all day.

When you went into the shop Stan would always touch his cap as though he was about to take it off and he would say" good day".  My husband Loved Stan and his funny old English ways and I think Stan knew how my husband felt about him.
 

One wintery morning on one of my husband's days of work we decided to do the school walk together so that we could treat ourselves to a Late breakfast in the Cafe on the way back, When we reached the corner shop to buy our children's school drinks the shop was shut, this was strange, the shutters were not even Lifted, Stan used to joke about how Indian's would rather die that lose a day's wage.

Children off at school, Café meal finished and towards home we set, as we were approaching the street before ours Stan turned the corner he was walking towards us, he had the biggest smile on his face and he was taller than I had ever seen him to be before, there was no hunched back and his face seemed plumper, I almost thought that it could not be Stan because he Looked so Handsome and although he was still an old man he Looked as though he had never been ill in his Life, Stan touched his hat and mouthed the well known words" Good day".

My husband and I Looked at each other and smiled, Stan strode past us with the pace of a young man, we turned and watched him until he turned the corner. My husband and I were so shocked because we had never seen Stan outside the shop. We both believed that Stan was so happy because he had found the strength to get better and go for a walk.
 

I remember my husband saying something Like "it must feel good for him to be able to straighten his back"
and I agreed with him. The shop stayed shut for another day, when it opened I wrote out a small List and my husband went for me. I remember the occasion very well, I opened the front door, my husband came in and dropped the bag of shopping on the floor, he then sat down and put his head in his hands and sobbed the words "oh my god, oh my god".

My husband found out from Ash That the day we saw Stan was the morning after he had passed away.
Old Man Stan walked the walk that he wanted to walk when he was alive but couldn't, he is happy now.
We will never forget that morning and we feel happy that we were able to have that experience.
We talk about it often. The one other thing that we remember about the event is that when Stan mouthed the words" Good Day" no sound came out but that was only something that we recalled at a Later date.
 

Rest in peace Old Man Stan.

Very cool Encounter! I wonder if you passed Stan just as he was "on his way out"...

Hungry ....

Submitted by "Rudy Martin"
Hailing from: Kansas City, MO          
Where it happened: Retirement Home
Posted on: 7/11/05

I just had to send you this story. I couldn't believe it happened let alone keep it to myself.

I had been invited for a Thanksgiving lunch at the retirement home where I used to work. It was a buffet and there was a variety of food to select from. I chose a roasted whole chicken leg together with other food stuff and turkey, of course. Having finished, I went into the kitchen to dispose of my trash.

The place for this was a covered plastic can in a small storage closet in a corner. Inside the closet facing the door was a little immaculate folding leaf table in deep reddish brown shiny finish. I was walking towards this closet when I was met by a large cat with black and white fur. It got in my way, almost getting stepped on, rubbing and wrapping its black tail on my legs, looking up at the plate of trash and meowing as it walked with me just like a pet cat would do. It looked like it was very hungry.

I understood what it wanted so I picked the chicken leg bone out of the plate and not having the proper cat dish on which to put it I laid it on the table. In a flash the cat jumped on the table and began attacking the chicken bone. To get a good grip on the bone, it laid low with its right ear on the surface of the table as it grabbed on the hip joint. It chewed on it for a little bit and then began shoving the whole piece into its mouth. It made a mess on the immaculate table and I was already thinking how to clean it up when the cat stood up, leg bone in its mouth. Then it jumped down from the table. Now this was when the unbelievable occurred.

On jumping down, the cat vanished in mid air and never landed on the floor. I saw the chicken leg bone, hazy as if it were behind a sheet of thin waxed paper for may be a couple of seconds in the same air space where the cat had disappeared then it too vanished into thin air!

Not expecting anything ghostly or paranormal at a time and place like this, I was just so puzzled I even tried to look for the possible places where the cat could have run into. From where I was standing I would have seen the cat run away in any direction. But it didn't run away. It just vanished in its air space a little above the floor and the chicken leg bone with it!

All hair raised, I did not forget to clean up the mess left by the vanishing cat. On my way out the kitchen I asked one of the helps who was busy filling up some glasses with juices if she had seen a cat. She said she hasn't seen one now but yes, black and white tom sitting right by the closet door early that morning. I thought, my gosh, that was even before I had come to lunch! I asked if the cat was a pet here. She said she has never seen the cat before and thought it belonged to one of the residents. I couldn't say anything more.    I already knew I had a secret to keep.

I went back to the gathering and never said a word about what I had just witnessed. I did not want to cause a scare neither be looked at as one of those possessed with a dented brain.

If anyone has any credible explanation to or knows what this occurrence is, please email me right away.

 

Hmmmm... a familiar spirit maybe? A Hungry Ghost Asian style? anyone with any insight into this?              E-mail us right away!

Scratch and Dash....

Submitted by "Lucy Young"
Hailing from: Sheffield
Where it happened: An old house, Renishaw
Posted on: 7/11/05

My family and me used to live in a very old house in Renishaw.  I lived there for a few years, before moving house to Mosborough then Intake. (present house.) I really liked the old house, as my nanan would take me to the park with my very little sister Elena on some Saturdays. When I was old enough to attend school, I went to one round the corner.  It was an old school, like the houses around it, including my house.
 

Anyway, we get to the story. It was 2 or 3am and Elena (6 months) hadn't cried once. My mum and dad were asleep in their bed.  The whole layout of the house was old fashioned. You would come in through the front door and you were in the living room. There was a door across the room to the landing. Then you went straight on into the dining room. In there, you turned right and on the right hand side wall, was the door to the cellar. The kitchen was straight ahead of the landing door.  Then there was a back door.  On the landing were some stairs. On the second storey, you turned right into my room and left into my parents room. My parents had an en - suite and I had the attic door.
 

Back to the story, my mum and dad were having a grateful sleep. And who would you guess was awake? Yes, me. I slept on my own at five years old and I was awake.  Well, I was lying there minding my own business, trying to feel sleepy, when I felt cold. Very cold. It turned quiet, too quiet. I shivered and pulled the covers up more. Suddenly, a woman appeared over my bed. I don't really know why, but I didn't strike it as odd what this woman was doing in my bedroom in the middle of the night. I didn't notice her at first, as I was turned on my side and she was above me.

I turned my head upwards and jumped and gasped. She scowled and started scratching at my arm. (I must say that wasn't a very nice thing to do to a five year old!) She disappeared suddenly and I lay there a few seconds catching my breath.
 

Then it suddenly warms up and dad's snoring can be heard again. I then shot put of bed, grabbed my teddy and ran into my mums room and slept for the rest of the night. I woke in my parents bed in the morning with a sore right forearm. I looked and to my horror, red scratch marks were streaked down my arm. I didn't dare tell my mum, as she would go barmy at me. I felt freaked out. I turned icy cold.

Where had those marks come from? They certainly weren't there the night before. Then I remembered the
woman. Who was she and what was she doing in the middle of the night scratching at my arm?  We didn't stay for long. I put the thought aside until I learned about ghosts, spirits and other paranormal things. I then began to ponder if this woman was a ghost of someone who lived there long ago?

I am now 11 and live peacefully in a detached house in Sheffield. I am interested in ghosts and wondered if you could tell me about this sort of ghost?
 

Well, it sure doesn't sound like a friendly ghost! Did you ever ask your parents about the home? Are they aware of any odd history associated with it? Why did you move so quickly after arriving there? Perhaps you aren't the only one in the family who had odd or menacing experiences in that house.

French Fatale...

Submitted by "Isabelle Khuu"
Hailing from: La Palma CA          
Where it happened: Montpellier, France
Posted on: 7/11/05

There was this apt I used to live in in the South of France. And my family and I just moved in. My mom is really sensitive about spirits and she already had a bad feeling about this place But my dad and I are the kind of persons that need to see it before we can believe it.

At first it would just be little things, like the downstairs neighbors knocking on our door because all day all they could hear were footsteps coming from our apt. But we would usually be at school or at work. Then one night my little brother woke up screaming! We all rushed to his room and he told us that a woman was sitting at the foot of his bed. He said she was looking at the door but when he woke up she just slowly turned her head toward him and just sat there starring at my brother.

She was dressed in white and she had black hair and eyes. My mom was a little worried but my dad just dismissed it as being a nightmare of some sort. Later on, it was the day after Christmas. And my little sister had to go to the bathroom. In that apt, to go to the bathroom, we had to cross the dining room in order to get there.

While she was crossing the dining room, there at the dining room table was the figure of a bald man sitting with his chin in his hand looking out the window. When she told us the next morning, my father just thought that it was some kind of light tricks or something. Those spirits were really annoying, because the downstairs neighbors would always come up in the evening complaining about the heavy footsteps they could hear while no one was home.

During the 6 years we lived there, we've had 4 downstairs neighbors that moved out because of the noise. Then one day I came home from school for lunch. My parents work all day so they would leave me food to eat for lunch. I had to go in their room to get a bathing suit my mom had packed in their closets.

While I was in there, their radio suddenly turned on by itself and the voice of a man suddenly started calling out : "hey who's there?! Can you hear me? My name's Patrick. What's yours?" At first I thought that it was some kind of radio show or so. And so I went to the radio to turn it off but the switch was already on the off position. And so I slowly got out of there.

Another weird thing that happened there (I don't know if it had anything to do with the spirits) was a weird incident with candles. In our living room, there's this little Virgin Mary altar where we would lit up some candles every Sundays. Well one day those candles, which are always well secured in their candle holders fell out. When my dad was in his room at the time and when he came out, the living room was full of dark smoke.

Finally when the room was cleared everything in there was darkened by the smoke but for some odd reasons, only the statue of the Virgin Mary was intact and spotless....
 

During the summer of 93, we rented our apt to my mom's aunt's family. Her aunt barely stepped in the apt and she immediately knew that it was haunted. So while she was in our apt for her vacation, the stereo would suddenly turn on by itself at night and blare out loud music. She even unplugged it but it kept on going for the remainder of her vacation.
 

Our very first submission of a Haunting in France!  Awesome!  I don't have much information being submitted from France, and we were starting to think that the ghosties don't hang around there much!  Thanks for your submission!

Night Visitors....

Submitted by "Joey Bybee."
Hailing from: Gallatin TN       
Where it happened: Friends house in Gallatin TN
Posted on: 7/11/05

Let me start by saying this is a true story. It happened about five years ago at my friend Walt's house. We threw a big party for our friend Kim's 21st birthday. There was about 30 people at this party and almost half seen what I'm about to tell you.

It was about 1:30am,and the party had been going on for about 5or6 hours. Well Kim had a little to much to drink so we took her out back on the deck where she threw up all over the place. Keep in mind my friends house is out in the country) So we are all laughing an joking on her when a woman and little girl came walking out of the woods behind the house.

The woman was wearing blue jeans an a white shirt and had long black hair. The little girl had on a long brown dress that came down to her ankles and was barefooted. At first I thought It was someone at the party but I knew there was no kids around. They both walked up to the deck.

I looked at Walt like who are they he just shook his head. I noticed that there eyes looked glazed almost as if they were wearing contacts. The woman looked at Kim and asked us "Is she sick?" Walt said no she just had a little to much to drink. At that time the little girl stepped onto the deck an walked past me and right into Kim's puke. She turned an looked at the woman the woman nodded, she turned back around and walked to the back door to the house.

I looked down were she walked threw the puke and there were no footprints in the puke or on the wooden deck were she walked. The girl turned around again an looked at the woman the woman nodded once more. Then the girl walked into the house. I looked at my friend Jessica an motioned for her to go after the girl. Once Jessica went into the house, I turned and asked the woman "Do you live around here?" She said, "Oh no I just wanted to see if your friend was ok but I must go now."  She then turned and started walking back to the woods.

I said "Hey lady! hold on! What about your kid?"  She just kept on walking. Then we all started yelling at her to stop and come back. She stopped an looked at us and smiled then disappeared. We all looked at each other in horror. A few other friends went to go look in the woods for her but I knew what I saw.

About that time Jessica came out and said "I cannot find that little girl anywhere and no one in the house has seen a child."  So we all looked all over the house and around the property. But there was no woman or child to be found. None of us knew what to think or do.

Any way about two weeks later Walt an I wear sitting in his living room playing a game of chess and he told me that he believes the little girl was a ghost and is haunting his house. He said he can hear her laughing and running through the house.

Well to end this long story he ended up moving less than two months later. He told me it was because of the little girl.
 

I don't know about you, but I would be looking for bones in those woods...

Lightning Lady....

Submitted by "Randi J."
Hailing from: Franklin Georgia     
Where it happened: Carrolton Georgia
Posted on: 7/11/05

They took her up in the attic and tied her to a rocking chair hence the creaking noise we heard. Then the two men killed her two grandbabies, chopped them up and laid them in front of the rocking chair so she could see them. The men then left and turned off the TV. When they were caught the guys and they said they had nothing better to do anyways that is why I seen the woman in the mirror and thats why the screen came open and thats why the TV went on and off.
 

I enjoyed your story, but wonder why the owner didn't happen to mention a gruesome bizarre triple murder to your uncle before you all moved in..?? 

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