JINN vs. ALLAH
- Something or someone doesn't want me to be good.
- It was 1999, I was 19 and had stopped drinking and smoking weed. I
had found God, Allah to be precise and just recently converted to Islam.
- Before I found Islam I was breaking into cars and houses, just causing
trouble and picking fights with anyone I didn't like, which were most white
- But I had changed my ways, Islam took away my racism and thirst for
destruction all I wanted to do now was pray, fast and lead a life of piety.
- I fell asleep after praying my first ever prayer; I had the Arabic
words next to me on paper while I prayed as I had not yet memorized
- During my sleep I felt a presence on my right side, I slowly opened
my eyes and saw a dark silhouette of a very tall faceless man standing
by the side of my bed. I closed my eyes again hoping that when I opened
them the figure would be gone.
- The man was still there.
- I paniced and tried to sit up but he had both of his huge hands pressed
on my chest.
- I called out for my mother but the words didn't come out, I then called
out for God and the figure disappeared. I'm not sure how I fell asleep
again but I did.
- In the morning I went to the toilet and heard someone calling my name
so I called back. When I went into the main room I realized no one else
was in the house.
- I sat down and decided to read the Quran, no sooner did I start reading
that I heard a creaking noise coming from the wall behind me, I looked
to see nothing there.
- I kept reading for about an hour and suddenly I felt the air go very
cold and I spoke out.
- "Whatever you are go away I'm not afraid of you." I thought
that it must be some jinn trying their best to stop me reading the Quran.
- Then I heard footsteps scurrying accross the ceiling right above my
head, it sounded as if someone were running on the level above me but our
house is only a single storey house.
- "O.k now I'm freaking out." I said as I put the Quran
- I sat there on the sofa waiting for something to happen.
- Suddenly I heard and felt a big BANG on the wall just inches from my
face, it was almost deafening.
- It sounded as if someone kicked or punched the wall with all of their
might right next to my face. I felt that this was a warning to me and an
attempt from some dark forces to push me away from the truth.
- I stood up and said.
- "Come and get me." I had enough and was willing to face anything
and stand tall for my beliefs.
- I continued practising Islam as best I could and nothing happen for
- In this encounter I was also asleep and could hear someone else breathing
in my room, so I turned on the lights and there was no one there. As I
closed the lights I saw a giant shadow of a man with outstretched
arms standing in the center of my double windows.
- I then opened the lights again and it was gone.
- I closed the lights and the same thing happened, the shadow came back.
- That shadow remained there in my windows for the next couple of weeks,
I would ask Allah to protect me from evil and a few times I gestured for
the figure to come down and fight me.
- Well that is my only experience with the supernatural world and it
still haunts me today, but although I was afraid I never feared that God
was not there for me.
Submitted by J.A.D
- A TOUCH OF EVIL
- This really happened back in the year of 1985, and I've never forgotten
the overwhelming feeling of doom and evil, my heart beating very fast,
and my thoughts going berserk, as if something had taken over them, inside
my head. We lived in a tiny little apartment and I'd had several nightmares while
living there. The place just had the feel of evil to it, even before
"it" happened, but was all there was to it, the sense of evil.
This incident occured around the month of January:
- My then husband and I, had just gotten home from work; we both worked
second shift and usually arrived home around elevenish. Same as any
other work night, we had sat down to to unwind and smoke a cigarette, while
relating to each other how our worknight had went. We were
huddled around the heater in our living room. Our apartment never
seemed to get warm enough, as if a crack somewhere was letting in cold
air. We never found the crack that was allowing the cold air in, by
the way. It was always ice cold, even with double plastic over
the four windows we had. I'd lit my cigarette and was handing the
lighter to my ex-husband, when all of the sudden my thoughts became garbled,
my heart was racing, and I could feel a heavy presence all around me.
I became dizzy and looked at my ex-husband, whom had a weird, puzzled look
on his face.
- I could hear a whizzing sound near my ears and was finding it hard
to breathe. Because the weight of the lighter was gone, I realized
that it was no longer in my hand. Suddenly, as if something took
my head and physcially turned it, I found myself staring at a spot
in the air, halfway between me and my ex-husband. He was also
doing the same thing, and right before our eyes, that lighter shot
out of thin air and banged to the floor; didn't bounce one time, almost
as if someone was holding the lighter in their hand, and slammed
it to the floor. We both sat, while shaking and shivering for a minute
or two, not speaking or looking at each other. Hurried whispering
could be heard throughout the apartment, and we were both too scared to
move. All of a sudden "it" disappeared and I could feel
the temperature actually rise a bit. We never spoke about 'it," as
if, through telepathic messaging, we'd decided not to acknowledge
"it." We both went to bed and shook all night with fear,
too scared to mention "it," and within two weeks we had found
another apartment and moved. We never had such an incident ever
- I cannot convey the feeling of evilness that permatrated our apartment
that night. I'd had terrible nightmares before "it" happened,
of which closets that weren't there in reality, were in my dream, and dead
bodies were hidden there. In a few of these dreams, their souls were
flying out of the closets, and I was like a detective, trying to solve
why these bodies were in my bedroom closet. I'd wake up feeling
shaken and sick at my stomache. I pray to never endure such a terriflying
experience, ever gain! Thank you.
- Submitted by Mary
BEYOND THE PALE
- One of my early experiences with the paranormal came from visiting
a ghost town in the northwestern USA while on vacation during the summer
of 2000. Now, you'd expect a ghost town to come with the prerequisite residual
hauntings or at least a spooky outhouse. This town of Garnet, Montana,
had its share of rundown buildings as it nestled in a wee valley in the
mountains. A gold mining town, it once held the riches of the mountain
in its palm and miners flocked to pluck it from between the fingers of
the hillside. It grew fat and rich for a time but when the gold ran out,
so did the miners, leaving behind a hotel, a general store, small houses
and large pockets dug into the nearby hills (plus the aforementioned spooky
- My family wandered through what was left of the town, along with other
curious tourists, trying to get a sense of what it was like in its heyday.
Imagining dirty, desperate men coming from inside a mountain wasn't difficult,
what remained of their cabins told the story better than any signs the
Bureau of Land Management had provided. Ruined furniture, rusted pans left
scattered about filthy cabins and the feeling of failure permeated the
broken walls of the houses, why wouldn't there be a haunting? It seemed
as if that was all there ever was here.
- I entered the hotel slowly. Once there was grandeur of sorts, now it
looked like a woman ruined by too many men and not enough self-respect.
Plaster flaked from the walls and heavy tables stood in the middle of the
first floor dining room, looking strangely proud of weathering time and
being able to show off their wounds left by drunken gunshots and the flying
glass of old arguments. I followed my family upstairs to see the rooms.
They were partitioned off by glass so you could peer inside but not enter.
In some of the rooms, the windows were left bare, sunshine squeaked in
through the dirty glass and fell onto beds salvaged from the hotel and
covered with old quilts. In others, the windows were covered, dusty light
shone through the boards that swallowed the glass. These rooms held what
seemed to be 100-year-old garbage. It covered the floors and rose up the
walls, it smelled like decay and made you want to turn away. I, naturally,
- As I got closer, my heart started to beat louder in my ears and my
nose started to twitch. I felt lightheaded and wanted to run. I poked my
head into the room and at once felt something rushing towards me. I am
not particularly psychic, just enough to know when to get the heck out
of a place! If I could describe it, I'd say it was pain, screaming and
confusion coming at me all at once. I backed away quickly and my investigational
gene kicked in. I checked out the other rooms to see if I experienced any
similar occurrences and casually asked my husband if he had seen anything
out of the ordinary. This man is as intuitive as a brick. "Nothing
that a Dustbuster couldn't help" he replied.
- I knew what I had felt was unusual; I tested it again before we left
the building. Again, my heart raced and my nose tingled but this time there
was no attack of emotion towards me. I could feel that it sat huddled in
the corner, amidst the rubbish and filth, and watched as I moved out of
sight and down the stairs, escaping into the light.
- Submitted by Stacey Graham (http://weeghosties.blogspot.com)
- THE LAST GOODBYE
- Back around 1994, I was working at a local Hospital and one of my best
friends also worked there at the same time, and on the same shift that
I worked. My friend, whose name was Ray, was very athletic and lived an
active lifestyle which included hunting, fishing, rock climbing and other
outdoor activities. Ray was in very good physical shape, while myself
at the time was severly overweight and lived a very couch potato lifestyle.
So, upon examination anyone would think of me dying long before my friend
- One day Ray developed a bad cold and weakness, which turned out to
be a severe strain of Pneumonia. Ray was hospitalized and despite antibiotics
and other medicines, he soon died. I was so shocked and saddened, it was
beyond belief. How could someone my age, who was so athletic, die from
Pneumonia complications. It made me realize that any of us can die, and
quite suddenly, when our time comes.
- About 2 days after my friend had passed away, I was sitting in a chair
in the living room of the large apartment that my wife and I were living
in at that time. I was reading a book, when all of a sudden I had the most
overwhelming feeling that my friend Ray was in the room with me. The hair
on my arms was standing up, and I was filled with strong emotion. I knew,
it was my friend Ray, in fact I had no doubt at all.
- I hollered to my wife who was sitting across from me on the couch,
knitting. And I said to her, "Tracy, my friend Ray is here, he came
by, to say Goodbye". I then said out loud to Ray, "Ray,
if you're here please show us a sign!". As soon as I said that, a
long metal chain that dangled under the ceiling light, flew up into the
air just as if someone had hit it with their hand, then the chain fell
back down, but instead of moving or swinging, it stopped instantly, as
if someone had caught it in their hand, stopping it from moving around.
- I looked over to my wife, and said 'Tell me if you just saw anything!',
she described seeing the chain under the light, move exactly like I had
seen it. Then the feeling of my friends presence, left, I said 'Goodbye
Ray', and started crying. I had no doubt my friend had come by to say 'Goodbye'.
Submitted by Robert W. Benjamin (http://www.unknown-creatures.com)
- THE GHOST OF WN-90
- My mind slips back in time to my 21st year and my virgin year on the
local volunteer ambulance squad. I was a young medic, looked very professional
in my white and blue uniform and that silly blaze orange jacket which was
designed to make me stand out like a sore thumb. The object was safety
on the roadside while working automobile accidents. Of course, there is
no such thing as safe car accidents.
- The scheduling was in 12 hour shifts, days, nights and weekends. Amazingly
the little volunteer squad kept the coverage going for the town of 4 thousand
residence. At the time I rode as a medic during the night shift. Since
we didn't have cots in the base we were issued pagers and sent home with
a prayer that nothing would happen that evening and thus one would get
a good night's sleep.
- This particular night no such luck was to be had. Instead I got a rude
awakening at 3 am. The tones went blaring off like an alarm clock. "Beeep,
beep, Beep. Ontario, your ambulance is requested on Lake road between the
intersections of Lakeside and County Line road for a man slumped over a
- I sprung out of bed at Frank's mundane tone voice. No pitch, no excitement,
just a single monotone voice over the radio. The information wasn't good.
I threw on my uniform and flew up to the base. My mind raced with possible
scenarios, conclusions and situations. My worst fear was a full arrest;
meaning no heartbeat.
- I climbed in the back of the rig and found my crew already waiting
for me. Karen my blonde-haired crew chief. Mike the driver and little ole
me the second medic. We arrived on the scene a few minutes later. Flashing
lights dotted the area from cop cars and ambulance members who had gone
to the scene and already had started CPR.
- There was no time to waste. The man was lifted onto the gurney, tossed
in the back of the rig and started his final journey to the hospital. The
patient was beyond saving...I am sorry to say. He was an older man, with
white hair and wearing a white polo shirt. His face purple and yet the
body rather fleshy colored under the aid of compressions.
- He was my first! The very first time I had to preform CPR was on him.
His bones cracked with each compression. His color never improved but one
thing did happen at least to me. I could see him sitting plain as day next
to his own body, looking at it as if catching a ride. He sat next to his
lifeless body as I compressed the chest and stared at his own glazed over
- The entire way in he sat there, never moving and never speaking. No
else could see him, no else knew was there. I didn't utter a word to anyone
for fear of being branded insane. Upon arriving at the hospital the man
was pronounced dead and at that point I never saw him again. My mind was
still processing the information of the evening. The first CPR call and
my sighting of the man's spirit.
- As I cleaned up the mess in the back of the rig a young man approached
us. He was visibly shaken. He spoke with a cracked voice, "I want
to thank you for bringing my father in."
- We gave our condolences.
- He continued, "My mom works in the ER here. We didn't know it
was him till you brought him in. He had a bad heart. Thank you for trying."
He walked away still shaken from the loss.
- My mind suddenly realized what had happened. The ghost on the rig had
stayed with his own body to see his wife one last time. I rode home in
the back of the rig, lights out, laying on the gurney. His final gesture
of love had brought tears to my eyes.
- Submitted by Rachel Cody
- A SUMMER'S TALE
- I believe that there are two types of ghost story, the Supernatural
and the Metaphysical. Supernatural ghost stories are those that relate
to spiritual phenomena whilst Metaphysical ghost stories relate to phenomena
that have a scientific basis, though not defined within the present scientific
paradigm. This story relates to an experience of the latter phenomena.
- I was born and raised in a small country village called Hoo St.Werburgh
in the county of Kent in England. My grandfather moved there from London
after the Second World War to take up a job as a farm manager. In 1980
I was a thirteen year old schoolboy attending the local comprehensive school
which had been built in the late 1950's alongside the main road into the
- It was one of those glorious summer afternoons in early July when the
home time school bell rang and I ran from the confines of my classroom
and out into the sunlight.
- This particular afternoon I ran through the playground, out through
the school gates and waited impatiently by the side of the road for the
long slow queue of cars to move along and allow me to cross the street.
- As I stood there I suddenly noticed a large black metallic object flying
directly over my head. The first thing that struck me as odd was that this
object was totally silent. It resembled a small strangely shaped plane,
painted black with a prominent protruding nose and was flying approximately
200 feet above my head in a northerly direction. I noticed that no-one
else seemed to have seen the object. I could see other children walking
past me whilst cars were being driven down the road, but everything was
silent as though I were disconnected from the world.
- I stood and watched with mounting horror as the object began to swiftly
descend from the sky towards the ground in an arc, its trajectory taking
it towards the school buildings and the playing fields. I could not even
scream for my mouth was frozen with fear. I was filled with foreboding
as it plummeted inexorably through space towards the certain disaster I
knew was about to occur.
- As it fell it began to twist slightly to the left and this caused it
to pass directly over the school buildings and to crash in the general
area of the council housing estate that lay behind the school. This housing
estate had been built in the 1950's at the same time as my school to provide
homes for families bombed out of London during the Blitz.
- A second or two after it vanished behind the school buildings a massive
explosion shook the earth. Huge lumps of earth were flung high into the
air as an orange fireball rose up into the sky, efflorescing like a monstrous
- Clods of black mud were hurtling through the air then falling back
to earth, as the force of the explosion began to diminish.
- I could feel my heart beating inside my chest and I could not breathe
with shock and fear. I thought of the families in the houses torn apart
by the impact and the carnage that had been wrought. I could literally
not believe what I was watching take place.
- Then as I looked around desperately seeking someone else to articulate
my shock too, I saw that everyone else was acting as nothing had just happened.
Parents were in their cars arguing with the kids fidgeting in the back
whilst other kids were chasing their friends along the pavement but no-one
was looking at the horrific spectacle taking place before them.
- I was shocked. Are these people so callous, I thought, that they could
just ignore this terrible event taking place before them ? I turned to
look back at the disaster area expecting to see a dark plume of smoke and
dust lifting high into the air.
- Nothing was there. Nothing at all.
- No smoke, no dust, no fires and no screams of the injured and the dying.
- The sky was a perfect pellucid blue, cloudless and serene.
- Not even a pale puff of weary cloud drifted languidly in the sky. It
was as if nothing had happened.
- I looked around in total bemusement and noticed that the strange silence
which had enveloped the last few seconds had dissipated and the everyday
sounds of traffic, children shouting and car horns honking had returned.
- I ran down the road and to the fields behind the school expecting to
see the mangled remnants of a crashed plane, its crumpled cadaver ablaze
and surrounded by burning houses and wounded victims.
- Nothing. There was no plane, no burning crash and no victims.
- I walked back to my school totally perplexed, but strangely serene
as I recall, as though the event was already unreal to me.
- A few years later whilst watching a documentary on World War 2 I saw
film footage of a V1 'doodlebug' bomb and realised straight away that this
was the object I had witnessed that summer afternoon. In 2003 I did further
research and discovered that my village was part of what was known as 'Bomb
Alley', the region of North Kent in direct line of fire from Northern France
where Hitler's vengeance or "vergeltungswaffen" weapons were
erected and then aimed directly at London.
- Further research revealed that in the exact location where I saw the
V1 explode that afternoon one of the doodlebug rockets had actually crashed
and exploded, though during the war this area was apple orchards and fields.
- I suspect that what I witnessed was a 'time slip' and that somehow
I had witnessed an actual event that had occurred decades before and that
it had somehow been 'replayed' to me that afternoon.
- What this event reveals about the nature of time and space still intrigues
me. If the past can intrude into the present, then time is not linear and
we simply create for ourselves the perception of time.
- Submitted by L.J. Barnes
- SUMMONS FOR A
- When my wife and I were younger, we would allow friends to stay with
us when they were down on their luck or in some type of transitional period.
We would generally share the kitchen and let them have the basement, which
allowed them egress without disturbing us too much.
- My friend Jim had been staying with us for a few months. My wife noticed
that a pair of silver candle holders of her mothers was missing and went
to the basement to "nose around" and see if Jim had taken them.
She discovered what we would later learn to be an Altar to summon
spirits. It was a silver tray with various elements,(water, earth, fire,
oils ) that also contained her mothers candle holders. There was also a
book that gave steps to summon spirits and warnings of what may transpire
if proper safeguards were not taken.
- I confronted Jim and told him that this wasn't appropriate behavior.
I suggested that in the future he should ask before he took our things
and he should stop trying to summon spirits and go get a damn job.
He insisted that he was only trying to summon good spirits and that we
would benefit from it as well since we lived in the house. I used the book
he had purchased to reason with him, pointing out that it stated you had
to approach these things slowly and not just jump right in and build an
altar because of what you might mistakenly summon. He said he'd quit but
it was just to get me off his back. Within a week I had to kick Jim
out which involved me dismantling his altar and throwing everything in
the street. That's when things got weird.
- Later that year, my wife and I were laying on the floor watching TV
in the front room. We lived in one half of a duplex with a floor plan referred
to commonly as a "shotgun house" which means you can see from
the front room through the dining room and kitchen to the bedroom. While
laying there something caught my eye coming out of our bedroom.
- What I saw can only be described as a demon. It was a fully proportioned
man, naked, approximately 2 feet tall and black as ink,running at top speed
from our bedroom into the kitchen, around the table and down the basement
steps. I couldn't make out any features but I could see his little arms
and legs just pumping. There were no sounds as it ran through but
as it went down the basement stairs you could faintly hear it's feet hitting
the steps. We owned a cat at the time and I dismissed it as the cat and
the shadows playing tricks on me when I looked over to see the cat laying
next to my wife. I tried to dismiss it but then looked over at my wife
to tell her what I saw. Before I could say anything she asked,"Did
you see that?". Without saying a word to her she described exactly
what I had just seen. Frankly, neither one of us wanted to go into the
basement and see if it was still there. From that point on, it was hard
to try and brush off late night noises and creaking floors as the "house
settling" so we moved.
- Jim's book on spirits stated that if you rush into summoning spirits
that you may unleash unwanted things that are looking for a portal into
this world. I believe that's exactly what he did. When we tell friends
our story they are quite skeptical and frankly I don't blame them. I only
Know this. We saw that little man run through our house. Period.
- Submitted by Michael K.
- IT'S ALWAYS THERE,
WAITING TO GET BACK IN
- Guam island legend has it that the Taotaomonas live in the Banyan trees.
Taotaomonas are the ghosts of the ancient Chamorro people, some good and
some bad. I was about to meet the bad.
- I lay on the couch listening to the typhoon roar outside. The
phone and electricity had gone out hours ago. The air inside felt thick
with humidity. The candlelight, instead of offering comfort, only served
to make the house seem more meanacing. Outside, the Banyan trees
stood like wind whipped sentinels.
- Three days earlier I had been in a bad car wreck. Nothing had gone
right since I'd moved there two months before. I caught my soon to
be ex-husband cheating, my Midas touch in real estate turned to crap and
now I was injured, without a car and all alone in a big house that frightened
me to death.
- I was excited to have found the house. The rent was cheap and
it was only two blocks from the ocean. The house was wrapped in huge windows,
but even with the sunshine and drapes open, there was a dimness inside.
- One guest said he saw a woman walk through the closed wooden door of
his bedroom and out again. I scoffed at that. But a few nights
later, I saw a middle aged Chamorro lady leave my bedroom the same way.
Another night, I woke to see two small demonic creatures dressed in black
hooded robes running around and around my bed at tremendous speeds.
I screamed and they shot into the closet and disappeared. I learned
later that these creatures are known in local folklore as Duendes.
They are evil entities reputed to kidnap children and have the ability
to make people sick with a mere touch to the body.
- Another night, while reading a book, I got a warning or rather, an
attempted warning. A well dressed woman and a man, both locals, normal
and solid as any human beings, appeared beside my bed. I sensed they were
brother and sister. The man sat leaned toward me. The woman
said, "Don't tell her that!" He started to speak again
and again she admonished him, "I told you not to tell her that!"
I screamed and squeezed my eyes shut. When I opened them again, they were
- Then there were the little things. Dark shadows that flitted
just out of the corner of my eyes. Things that were indisinguishable
in shape and so quick you could never quite tell what they were.
Things that you laid down on the table and when you came back to get them,
they were gone.
- The storm raged on and I tried to sleep. When I closed my eyes,
I saw myself laying on the couch, as if I were having an out of body experience
and at first there was a nurse or two and a cop or two looking down at
me. When I opened my eyes, they were gone. Every time I closed my eyes,
there were more of them. Their faces became more distorted until finally
they were monsters that filled the entire room, surrounding me, packed
tightly together, a very large crowd. I knew this was a demonic psychological
- Earlier that day,before the storm hit, I had gotten a phone call from
another real estate broker who had rented the house behind mine, but had
moved out months earlier.
- She said, "I hear you're having some trouble."
- I said, "Yes, I am pretty messed up from this car wreck."
- "That's not what I mean. The demons are after you, aren't
they? I know because when I lived up there, they were after me, too.
They caused my husband to cheat on me and try to poison me. We're
divorcing," She said.
- If I had not already experienced so much of what she was describing
and more, I would have called her crazy and hung up.
- "So what do I do?" I asked.
- "Pray. When they attack you, invoke the name of Jesus and
tell them to leave you alone."
- As I lay there that night, I had forgotten her advice, the terror was
so overwhelming. All night long, the horrible faces haunted me.
Only when the gray of dawn started to appear did they finally go away.
- Late that afternoon, after the storm had subsided, I heard a car in
the driveway. It was the woman who had called me. She came
inside with a satchel. When she opened it there were no less than
eight Bibles inside. She asked me if she could bless the house and
I said yes. She went through the house with one of the Bibles and
prayed. Then she asked me if there were things in the house of unknown
or pagan origin. There were, all kinds of Tiki dolls and other pagan
statues I had purchased during my travels around the world. We cleaned
the house of all of them, put them into a bag and when she left, she took
them and threw them into a river.
- After she left, I was again resting on the couch, wondering if she
had cleansed the house or had possibly stirred things up even more.
Night was approaching, dread of what might come sat in the pit of my stomach
- There was a decorative marble plate sitting on the wooden tv stand.
Suddenly there was the most brilliant, beautiful blue spark that ricochet
off the side of the plate. The house became brighter and the mood
inside was lighter than it had ever been.
- As soon as I was physically able, I moved.
- The evil follows me wherever I go, it's always on the periphery of
my world, waiting for an opportunity to get in.
- Submitted by L.S. Evarist
- A FIRST HAND GHOST
- As a single parent raising four kids during the recession of the mid
1980's I was stressed and worried to say the least. Like so many I was
forced to leave my home due to steep interest rates that made it untenable
to stay. Luckily for me and mine we found an owner finance of an older
home not too far from the new custom home where we had lived. The kids
would get to stay at the schools they knew and loved and it was a settled
neighborhood with steady residents. Everything seemed promising enough.
- From the very beginning things got strange. As my brother, who was
living with me at the time, and I painted, cleaned carpet, and moved in,
we were looking forward to enjoying the new home. My daughter made friends
quickly with the next door neighbor's daughter and my three sons played
with the boys of the other family on the east side of our lot. The fact
that a graveyard stood right across from our back alley didn't seem any
cause for concern either. After painting, cleaning, and moving in we settled
down for our first night in the house. This had been a particularly cold
winter so far and we were glad to have gas central heat, but tragedy almost
struck. On the second day after firing up the heating system as we worked,
smoke began pouring out of the vents. The furnace had caught fire! Luckily
we shut off the gas before the house ignited. We called a repairman the
next day. That should have been a hint.
- The neighbor's daughter who had been invited to spend the night got
up suddenly and went home before morning saying she couldn't sleep there.
She had told my little girl that she had been friends with the people's
daughter who had lived here before and had sold us the house. Their little
girl had been killed in a bus accident during a school field trip. The
neighbor's girl pointed out to my daughter the outline of a young female
was embedded into the wood grain on her bedroom door. At first I didn't
believe it until I looked. It was uncanny. It appeared like the silhouette
of a young girl. I tried not to let that cause alarm however.
- My sons were having their friends spend the night on weekends. Having
three sons meant having someones kid over just about every Friday or Saturday
night. What we began to hear from the kids disturbed us. My oldest son's
best friend claimed that as they laid in the sunken living room of the
house that he watched a red eyed entity sitting on my Lazy Boy lounge chair.
He described it as dark, cloaked in a black robe and menacing with piercing
fiery eyes. He said all he could do was hide his face under his blanket
as it remained in the chair glaring at him as all the kids lay asleep in
- I remarried a couple of years later to a woman who had two sons. She
had shared custody so we would bring her two sons over to spend weekends
with us. Yes, we had a full house but plenty of room. Her youngest son,
a bright and funny kid, told us that one night as all the boys slept in
their favorite place, the sunken living room, that he saw something go
running across the floor. He said that it appeared to be a black dog with
glowing red eyes. There was just one problem. At the time we did not have
any pets so there hardly could have been any mistaken identity. He too
complained of a presence in the living room that haunted him as he tried
to sleep. Now we began to come to the realization that something out of
the normal was going on. I must admit that during the days as I would go
about writing or doing paper work in my bedroom office since I was self
employed, that more than once my skin turned to goose bumps as I sensed
a presence like someone walking down the hallway outside the bedroom when
all the kids were still at school. I chalked that up to my imagination.
At night however, I had been awakened several times to the presence of
a dark towering figure in my room standing over my bed. I could sense it
in my dreams then I would awaken, but thankfully it would be gone. It got
to be a chronic problem though as time wore on. A combination of hard work
and exhaustion seemed to be the only thing that would allow me to overlook
these nocturnal visitations though.
- I guess the final confirmation of what was going on came when I would
start to feel my bed vibrating while I laid in it. It was a very nice king
sized bed that my parents had given to me and had been very comfortable.
Even as my second wife stood in the room watching me one day I could feel
the bed begin to vibrate noticeably. She witnessed it, felt it, even got
into the bed, and finally believed me after I had told her about it before.
There was no doubt that something paranormal seemed to be going on.
- Being a single parent of four kids, working long hours and weekends,
and having soccer games, football practice, and ballet to get all of my
kids to pretty much overwhelmed any consideration of inviting investigators
in to take readings and such. The manifestations though unnerving did not
seem overly malevolent. So we just coexisted with these odd occurrences
until we sold the house. An older woman bought the home from me, but ended
up moving out soon after, which I thought was rather strange. She lived
alone and had two small Pomeranian to keep her company, but didn't stay
long. After that I had no time to further keep up with the house and it's
- Submitted by Doc Vega
- CREATURE IN MY
- I've had three obvious encounters with something that seems to live
in the basement of a house that I live in. The first in the mid 90s was
the least noticeable and may have been the result of always having so many
lights on in the middle of the night. At the far end of the basement along
the wall to the bathroom, there used to be a crib full of dolls that my
sisters liked to play with. With each passing night of walking by
the harmless dolls, the big 3 ft. doll took on more of an angry expression
which seemed to follow me as I walked by. It got fearsome enough to change
things to the point where less light would be used around them during nighttime.
The second time during 2004, I noticed the creature was in it's
original form. Again, it was sometime in the night where I noticed a light
coming from an upstairs window. I ran up the stairs to see why my foster
mother had the light on and quickly realised she already turned it off
and went back to bed. Knowing this, I spun around to go back down the steps
and clearly saw a 4 ft. tall humanoid creature that had only a clear outline
since I could see right through it. As soon as I saw 'it', 'it' bolted
straight for the furnace room where there are always dark corners unless
one used a flashlight. After running back down the steps to the furnace
room and turning on the single light bulb, I looked all over and saw nothing
but felt a presence. Even after coming back in there with a flashlight,
I found nothing and yet still had a feeling it was in there somewhere.
- My last encounter with 'it' later that year was during the height of
the day. There were lots of birds and squirrels outside in the yard dining
upon some food that had been put out for them. Therefore, I decided to
play some Beethoven in orchestral form from a speaker connected to
the computer so as to entertain them while I took a nap. Within a few hours
I awoke slightly from my slumber to the sound and feel of fierce pounding
upon the door and went back to sleep when it stopped. When I had fully
awakened, the speaker was clumsily knocked off the dresser where it faced
the window. "Whoops, hope it's not broken."
- Couldn't help but notice that it was very quiet in the room and that
the middle of the wire to the speaker had been cut. Also, there was a set
of four claw marks on the lower part of the wall near the door that were
3 inches long, except for the third one which went further by another inch
and slightly off to the right. It starts almost touching against each line
and then is separated by a centimeter as it tapers off. There are still
some nights when a presence can be felt watching as I go up the stairs.
Submitted by CST
- BOW WOW WOW
- It was mid evening in July when my husband received
a text message from one of his oldest friends to please give
him a call,our friend it turned out was leaving the country with
his family that night and heading to France and then off to North Africa
to live and since we might not see him again, he asked that we come
over to see his family one last time.
- Mustafa my husband's friend lived in St.Augustine, Florida in
a small townhouse. Even though the phone call happened around 8:00
pm and we have a small child ready for bed we packed our car and headed
from Jacksonville for the 45 minute drive to St. Augustine for them
to say their final goodbyes.
- When we arrived we sat in the living room and had tea and spoke
of the past and what the future would bring to his family in a new
place, I was sitting on their couch facing the front door when all
of a sudden I got very cold, goose bumps rose on my arms and a smell
of aftershave so strong it nearly sickened me arose from the left
side of my body, I asked Mustafa's wife, do you smell that? Both
of our husbands were outside at the time having a cigarette, she was in
the kitchen making more tea and when she came out and took I whiff
of my arm she nodded yes I smell that and said to me "you
know we have a ghost don't you? He has been here a long time. It
is an old man, she said, he is harmless". She then started to
tell me of the time when she had been home alone as her
husband was overseas, she was pregnant and she had climbed up on a
step stool to remove something out of the cabinet in her kitchen and
slipped and started to fall but something perhaps the ghost of the
old man had kept her from falling. I told her that is an
amazing story, but why does he have to smell so bad for?
- As we drove back to Jacksonville around 1:00 am, I started talking
about what had happened my husband told me to just forget
about it, but the smell of the aftershave was still on my arm, I went
home and jumped in the shower and still could not get rid of the smell
till the next day, it just disappeared.
- Almost a month passed and Friday evening I was sitting at
my computer when my 2 year old daughter called out for something to drink,
so I grabbed her cup, filled it up and headed off down the hall towards
her room, she was sitting at her table and her poppa was sitting on the
floor next to her, she was watching her favorite Wiggles video and they
were singing a song about Wags the dog, as I bent down to put her cup on
the table, a cold chill ran up my spine, goose bumps arose on my arm
and the smell of the same aftershave hit my nose and in my ear I hear "bow
wow wow" in a deep errie male voice, right along with the chorus.
- I quickly stood up and felt like I was going to pass out, like something
had just went thru me, I grabbed the wall to steady myself and my
husband asked are you ok your face is white as a sheet? I told him did
you hear that, he said yeah I thought you were singing in a low voice to
be funny, I told him no that was not me, I think I we just got a visit
from Mustafa's ghost and he likes the Wiggles!
- Submitted by Yvette M