My Parents House

Hi all, As I've said many times before, my parents' house has a lot of activity (well, it USED to). My parents live in Illinois and I live in Nevada; so when things happen there they usually let me know, because they know this is a hobby of mine. I hadn't spoken with them much recently, as we have a month old baby who is extremely colicky, and they went on vacation for awhile. I spoke with Mom yesterday and she told me about an incident that happened April 11th, the night my grandmother (her mom) died. Mom has latent psychic abilities (she can't control what comes to her or when, and it doesn't happen all that often). She dreamt that I came home, walked in the front door, across the living room, thru the dining room, opened the door to the stairwell and went upstairs without saying a word like I was sleepwalking. She said it was one of those very vivid dreams where when you wake up, you're sure it happened for a minute. Well, she said as she was sitting up in bed, she realized she could still hear footsteps on the stairs, and she just had to go check. She said the stairwell door was wide open (it latches properly) and she felt like someone was watching her from the darkness at the top of the stairs. My Dad says he didn't open the door--they don't use the upstairs now that sis and I are gone--it's hard for them to get up and down the stairs. Mom talked it over with her brother and he said he thought it was probably their mom coming to visit one last time, but I'm not so sure. The footsteps used to happen pretty frequently when we all lived there, so it could have been our resident ghost(s??)--OR, and I'm only toying with this possibility--it could really have been me I suppose. I moved here about a year and a half ago, and I miss their house and wish dearly that I had the opportunity to do an investigation there, but we don't get back to IL very often--probably won't make it at a! ll this year by the looks of things. I also have very vivid dreams nearly every night. 9 times out of 10, I dream about being in their house or a dream version of it (different house but feels like home?). I have no idea what I dreamt that night of course, but I can't help but wonder if I could have "traveled" there knowing that mom might need me, and because I wanted to come home for the funeral but was unable to. Any ideas? As a side note, Mom also confessed to me that the night her dad died 18 years ago, she was sitting at our kitchen table having a cup of coffee while we were all in bed, and the toilet flushed. I thought that was pretty funny--considering Grandpa lived out in the boonies and didn't have an indoor bathroom--he had an outhouse. Guess he wanted to see those "modern conveniences" for himself, LOL! By: Amilayn

Spooked Out

I sometimes hear someone clearing their throat...but not breathing. It's odd too...we havea waterbed right? Well there will be times when I am laying completely still (I know air bubbles get into them at times) but it will feel just like one of my cats are walking on the bed around me. I have lost three cats since I have lived here (nearly 6 years) and I swear at least one of them is still around. I hear meowing --her meowing--when I shouldn't....I sometimes catch a glimpse of something white rushing by low to the ground out of the corner of my eye.....it happens a lot. She was a long-haired, blue-eyed beautiful white cat named Duchess. We just laugh it off as a mix between our last lost cat and the guy who died here about 10 years ago. Another thing I hear is scratching on my back door. See, when we let my pooch out she always scratches to be let in right? But this will be in the middle of the night...sometimes day....and there will be no animals outside the door. It bugs me a lot....not scary anymore...just irritating. I am disabled and getting up and down is hard for me...so getting up and walking down the hall to the door and finding nothing there is more painful than not. I do find that most of this is calmed by playing music. Oh yeah, another thing...we always seem to smell cookies in the back bedroom (master). From what I gather, the guy who died, Spencer, is the brother in law of my neighbor two houses down and he used to bake chocolate chip cookies and eat them in the bedroom while watching tv. Nice impression to leave eh? No air freshner needed in there!! By: D.

They want you dead...

When I was 12, I saw a little girl right infront of my closet, staring at me. She looked about 8 years old and was wearing a white gown with strings hanging from the gown at the bottom. She was extremely pale and had glowing green eyes. She seemed to have been floating 5 inches off my floor and she was holding a teddy bear. When I saw her, I couldn't move and I started feeling very cold. I couldn't do anything but stare at her. She started crying and calling for her mother. After about 5 seconds, she stopped crying and just stared at me. Then she finally spoke and all she said to me was: "They want you dead; they all want you dead. Everyone here wants you dead". After I heard that, I blacked out. By Jenny

One summer

I went to school in Frostburg, a small college town in western Maryland. One summer, I stayed to take classes and rented an old house off-campus. Many of the homes in that area are old frame houses which have been there for 100 years or more, so a few of them are bound to be haunted. It was only years after we lived there that my one of my former roommates and I discussed the place and how there was definitely "something going on" with that house. That was the summer of 1994 and I stayed up there alone since none of my roommates had to take summer classes. After moving my things into the new place, I experienced something I never had before. I found that being in the place alone, especially without any sound from music or the TV, made me uneasy. For the first few nights, I spent the night on friends' couches, making the excuse that my bedroom was not set up yet. But that wasn't it. I hadn't seen or heard anything, but I couldn't get over the feeling that someone was upstairs. Since there was no central air conditioning and therefore no ductwork, I quickly eliminated that as a possible source of the noises I was hearing. After the first three days of classes, I got my bedroom set up to the point where it was comfortable to sleep in. I still didn't feel comfortable being alone in the house when it was quiet, but I slept there from that point on. There were several nights, however, when I came home and heard noises upstairs. I told myself that it was just the old house creaking from the wind hitting the side of it at night (Frostburg is a breezy place). I would even test my bravery and self-assured logic by venturing upstairs, turning on the overhead light in each bedroom, and telling myself that there was nothing up there. But it kept happening, and even on nights that there was no breeze at all, I could swear I heard footsteps up there. The damn floorboards were creaking right over my head in the living room and I knew there had to be something more than "settling" going on. The ground in western MD is pretty damn solid and rocky, so things don't shift much up there. I continued my ritual of marching valiantly up the stairs, scolding myself harshly for resorting to such foolishness. "I'm a man now, for god's sake," I would say. "I'm thinking like a 10 year-old. I would feel ashamed that my heart would pound and I'd get nervous inside my own home. A couple of times, I thought there was a burglar upstairs, so I stood in the kitchen, ready to spring into action if anyone came down the stairs. But this was safe, peaceful Frostburg. And if someone had gotten in, I probably would have quickly seen any signs of forced entry upon my return home. Even in the daytime, I had some strange experiences in that house. I would be brushing my teeth in the bathroom and out of the corner of my eye, I would see something (or at least I thought) go by the bathroom door. I'd look and nothing was there, but that just reinforced my belief that whatever was in the house seemed to gravitate to the second floor. When everybody got back into town for the fall semester, the house was bustling with activity and all of the bedrooms were filled. I was rarely, if ever, alone in the house after that. The roommate I mentioned before, Craig, lived in the house alone for two weeks at the end of the summer after I went home. That was, of course, when he had experiences similar to my own. Craig and I are both very logical people and very unlikely to jump to any non-scientific conclusions, but he too agreed that those bumps in the night were not the wind or settling of the house. I've lived in two old houses in Baltimore since then, and have never had any "ghostly" experiences. When I've been alone in both of them, I felt completely alone. By JR

Struggling

I would wake up in middle of sleeping, and could not move, or speak, I could see around the room, and even hear my radio playing, cause I like to fall asleep to music, I always would wonder what is going on, then It would happen with this dark shadow, I call him the grim reaper casue that is who he looked like, the black hooded face with a sicle... Then there was a time, I feel asleep on the couch, and I woke up, but this time I couldn't open my eyes, I could see just barely and could see my Mom on the other end of the couch, and I was struggling to get her attention I could see her look at me then turn away, finally I woke up crying and said, why didn't you wake me up when you saw me?? she siad I saw you moving and jerking some and thought you were dreaming, I finally went to a dr. and he gave this thing a name, can't remember the name of it, but it is like you said, you are in a deep sleep to were you are parylized BUT your mind wakes up in the middle of deep sleep, so there for you will be paralized, it scared the crap out of me, but finally I know I am not crazy.. I haven't had this happen to me in a long time, thank God... Just wanted to share my story about my waking and having that paralized feeling.. By Kitten

Antietam

Hi Rane, I would like to share an experience from Antietam battlefield, in Sharpsburg, MD. My brother, my ex-husband, and myself all went to tour Antietam battlefield about 10 yrs ago, on a VERY hot summer day. We were standing at a lookout point that overlooks Burnside's Bridge (I believe that is the name of the bridge). Anyway, we were standing at the edge of the overlook, which is at the top of a VERY steep, rocky, hill that is overgrown with prickly bushes and weeds. In other words, it is difficult to climb, even for a young person in tip-top shape. There was a railing at the edge of the overlook, to prevent tourists from falling. All of a sudden, from out of nowhere, climbing over the railing, came a very elderly man. He was dressed in thick, wool clothes, that appeared to be from a different period of time, and was wearing a Confederate army cap. He was neither sweating, nor out of breath, from the difficult climb. He walked around us, and when he came behind me, he said, "Kinda makes you stop and think, don't it?". There was a walkway, or a cement path, leading from the parking area to the lookout. When I turned around to acknowledge him, and respond to him, he was gone! There was no one on the walkway, and no one in the parking lot walking, and no other cars. I did not feel threatened or fearful. Just intrigued at how a man of his age was able to make that climb and not even break a sweat doing it on such a hot summer's day, while wearing wool clothing. This encounter actually inspired me to visit historical sites more often. The souls of men who died remain at places like Antietam, and Gettysburg, and Bunker's Hill, and Ft. Howard, Maryland (site of the Battle of North Point, during the War of 1812, when the British tried to capture Baltimore). Just maybe I will have an opportunity to show my gratitude and respect to those brave souls. Their ultimate sacrifice to ensure that life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness continued, should NEVER be forgotten or taken for granted. By: VT

From India

hi im C. F. from india, i have had 3 experiences ever since i was born (1986) and since india is a pretty haunted place that's ok. my first encounter was when i woke up in the middle of the night at our annual scout camping trip, i felt really cold and i sat up as i did my face moved through a mist that was freezing, then as i going to fall a sleep (as i felt that it was probably just the mid night fog) something started circling our tent i woke our patrol leader up and he went out to check on the thing circling us seeing his courage i too summoned up the courage to go out and we both saw a ghostly figure much like a fox or a dog there was a third person ,but i cant figure out who it was im sure he was human and one of us (living) we swore not to snitch 'cause we were scared that we may scare the other scouts. My second encounter was in Goa (grave yard central of india) my uncle lives just off one of goas beaches (who dosent) this beach was closed down as the locals leave behind their excreta and later on because of people finding bones believe it or not over 2000 skeletons were found on half the beach and if my biology is right that is well over 412000 bones. well one night while i was sleeping, at around 11:30 pm i heard a couple moaning i got up and saw my uncle looking out of the french windows i wanted to see what it was i tried to focus from behind him and when i did i was shocked to see people dancing around a fire that was hardly there and so were a few of them my uncle says its not rare for things like this to happen especially in goa. My third experience was in the bathroom when i was soaking up the hot water in the bath tub i felt like i was being hugged by a dead body as i felt cold, then i opened my eyes and saw an out line of a face. i think it was formed by the steam then suddenly the face rose and disappeared. after my sister finished her bath i went back to investigate and saw a similar imprint in the mirror, along with the phrase smile. i thought that it would appear again so i hung a crucifix in the bathroom but it had no use, it did not show up again. By: C. F.

Prospect St., Jacksonville, IL

I have never experienced sleep paralysis, but I did have one heck of a "dream" one night. I can't say for sure whether it was real or not. . .I know I couldn't talk about it for a very long time though. I actually wrote down the account and tried to make a short story about it, adding things here and there, but gave up on the idea--I just didn't like to think about it. Here is the actual account (nothing added). I had a bad relationship with my family when I was younger, I was terribly rebellious and pretty much spoiled. I hated the one-horse town I lived in, and only had 2 real friends in school, out of only 40 people in my whole class! My boyfriend of 2 years had recently graduated and was going to get an apt., and I decided that I was going to move in with him (I was only 16--not too bright, am I?) I wouldn't give in, so my parents gave up and let me move in with him and go to school there (he was from the next larger town). We moved into the apt. in January 1989, and I only stayed till July; it freaked me out too much to be there, and I grew up in a haunted house, and that was where I went back to when I moved out of this horrible apt. His guitar instructor's in-laws owned the house, and he and his wife lived next door to us upstairs. They used to live in our apt., but never said if weird stuff happened there. . .they moved out when one of the other bigger apt.s became available they said. He did say that one night he thought he saw something looking in the window at him, hovering out there--but he thinks it was an alien. . .ok, so maybe he's on drugs or something, I dunno--anyway. . .now that I've set the scene, this is what happened to us. We had a housewarming party, and one of Jef's friends was invited--his name was Scot, and he was what I would call a "New Ager". He was really into meditation and thought that by playing New Age music and putting yourself in a light trance, you could go to "your special place" as he called it; like you were going to another dimension, or level or something. Well, he had us all interested, so a few weeks later, about six of us got together in the apt. and tried it out. It didn't really work for me, but two of the guys seemed like they were really hypnotized or something. One of them started freaking out and saying that something was chasing him. When he "woke up", he was sweating, and left immediately and wouldn't come back over--he also wouldn't tell us what happened to him, and later just started denying it totally, but not saying he was lying either--more like he was afraid or thought it was a hallucination or something. In the next few months, Jef and I both started feeling really uncomfortable, but nothing was really happening yet. One thing that creeped me out was that the apt. had so many windows--it only had 2 rooms, there was a large double window in the living room/kitchen (smaller one in kitchen part); one in the bathroom; and 3 large double windows in the bedroom. The double windows all swung in instead of being the kind you raise to open. I was always thinking of Ed and his alien friend! I also had a bad experience with a window as a child, that I've only recently gotten over--more on that later. One Saturday I was working a full shift, and Jef came bounding in, white and out of breath. Now, mind you, I was in the back of the store, and it was a good 10 minute drive from where we lived and he was still very pale, sweaty and somewhat in shock. He said that he was sleeping on the couch, when he felt something grab him and pull him up by the front of his shirt. He said it was breathing heavy in his face, but he couldn't see it, and then he showed me the scratch marks on his chest. They weren't deep digs, just red lines, but he was really scared. He wouldn't let me leave him alone in the apartment after that, and I don't blame him--it wasn't too long before I had a similar experience. I was in the bedroom though; and felt the same thing he did--something with long nails grabbing my T shirt roughly, pulling me up to a sitting position and breathing in my face. However, I must still have been asleep, because the memory is clear, but it seems unreal, like it was only a really really bad dream--if so, I have never had one so bad and hope I never do again. In the "dream", this unseen thing started talking to me, but I couldn't discern any real words, and it sounded like something out of a movie--very deep and distorted. I kept trying to scream and wake up, but I couldn't make any noise louder than the voice I was hearing, and I couldn't wake up. I've never before or since had a bad dream I couldn't immediately wake up from. All of a sudden, the wall started to shake and I heard this awful pounding like a bass drum amplified several times over--and then there was this normal voice yelling, but I couldn't make out what they were saying either. It seemed like it went on for several minutes, but I have no idea. When I woke up, I was sitting up in bed, sweating (it was still winter and I was only in a T shirt) and my heart was racing. I looked down, and it looked like my shirt was bunched up as if someone really had been holding it, and I did have a mark or two, but lighter than Jef's. What really freaked me out though, was when I laid back to think about it, I saw a large black handprint on the ceiling above my side of the bed. The whole apt. was painted stark white, fresh right before we moved in, so I know it hadn't been there before. I threw on my sweats, grabbed my coat and sat at Burger King the rest of the day till Jef got off work. I never stayed there by myself again either. Jef told me later, that Ed, our landlord had been banging on the door yelling at me because I was screaming incoherently and yelling! One night, Jef was there by himself because I went out with some friends. I pulled up in front of the place, but for some reason I just couldn't bring myself to go in. I felt bad about leaving him up there alone, but I literally drove around till daylight because I just couldn't make myself go up. I moved out about a week after that, and that is one of two places I've lived that I wouldn't spend the night alone again in. I may be brave, but I "ain't stupid"! The weird window incident as a child was only that I looked out the window of my parents' house one night and I swear that there was a large wolf staring me right in the face, not two inches away from the window--I know it wasn't a reflection from the TV, it was too big and too close. Also, it wasn't a Husky or Malamute--I have a Husky and this looked more wolf-like. We lived in the middle of town, so I doubt it was real, but it really bothered me for a long time--I would get chills just thinking about it. BB, Amilayn

This is a true story

I was 6 years old when my parents decided to move into this creepy 2 bedroom house in the summer August 1977. My 3 older brothers & I, well our room was up stairs and our parents room was down stairs. Our first night I woke-up from a bad dream, so I sat on the top stair and all I could hear was this scratching noise coming from the small storeage room on the right side of the hall near our bedroom. Our mom came up stairs to check on us but found me sitting on the top of the stairs. She asked me what I was doing and I told her that I had a bad dream and couldn't sleep, she said that I could come down stairs with her & my dad until I fall asleep.I fell asleep on the couch so I guess my dad carried me up stairs and put me to bed. In the morning I told my mom & dad about the scratching noise and where it was coming from, my dad thought we had mice or something. Well later that night my brothers & I were sleeping and next thing you know our dad came up stairs with the belt, woke us up and hit us with the belt and told us to stop playing around and get to sleep, but we told him we were sleeping but he didn't believe us. My dad is very strict, what he says, goes! The next night when my brothers & I were in bed sleeping our mom sneaked up the stairs to see if we were in bed sleeping and sure enough she seen that we were in bed sleeping, she went back down stairs and told my dad "the kids are fast asleep", it was around 11:30pm they decided to go to bed, a half an hour later they could hear scratching sounds coming from up stairs, my dad was got mad cause he thought me or one of my other brothers were awake playing around. He grabbed his belt but my mom came up stairs and checked on us again, she seen that we were all sleeping, as she left our room she heard scratching sounds coming out of the storeage room, just outside of our bedroom. My mom ran down stairs and told my dad "you know, your not gonna believe it. But the Kids are in bed sleeping! as I came out of their room I was about to come down stairs when I heard scratching noises coming out of the storeage room!". My dad did not believe her, my mom told him "JUST GO TO THE TOP OF THE STAIRS, YOU'LL HEAR IT!. My dad walked slowly to the top of the stairs and when he heard it he got soo scared my dad ran down stairs, he asked my mom "what the hell is that!" and thats when my mom told him "those were the sounds that Bill(me) told me that he heard, and when I told you about it you didn't believe me, NOW DO YOU BELIEVE ME! My dad told my mom to go and wake-up the boys, were not staying here tonight! We packed some extra clothing and some other stuff, loaded up the van and got out of there. My brothers & I asked our mom & dad about where we were going and why we were leaving, so my dad asked me about whenever I wake up in the middle of the night if I hear scratching sounds coming out of the storage room, and I told him "yeah dad, I hear it every night I wake up, I wouldn't lie". Our dad said sorry to all of us and said the we were going stay at a family friends for awhile, we stayed at our friends for 2 weeks, then we decided to home cause the owner was coming to our house to pick up the rent money. When the owner came my dad asked him about the history of the house, the guy was confused cause he didn't know what my dad was talking about so my dad told him, "every night at 12:01 all you could hear is scratching sounds from the storeage room up stairs, the room on the right. The guy told my dad that maybe we had mice problems but it was bullshit though cause we put mouse & rat poison in any place possible, we didn't even find any mouse holes or anything. My dad asked him if anybody in the past had died in the house, and the guy told my dad "well back around the late 50's there was an old couple living here, until one day no one seen them for a week I came to pick up the rent money and a nabour at the time said that nobody seen them around for a week so I unlocked the door looked around in the house, that's when I found them, dead! My dad asked him where in the house did he find the old couple? and the guy said " there was a bedroom above the kitchen, that's where I found them, after they were removed I closed off that room and made it into a storeage room". On December 27, 1977 we moved. The creepy thing about this? our kitchen table was below were the chandalier is and while sitting at the table for supper the chandalier would sway back and forth about a couple inches, and when someone stops it with their hand it starts all over again, there was no doors or windows open at the time. This house is too creepy! I hope you like my story? By: B.K. "Ace"

I really love my job... but...

I started working for a chiropractor in the beginning of November. His father was the first chiropractor in our state in 1922. I am not sure if he had always practiced out of this location, but he was a practicing chiropractor his entire life, and my employer, who has been a practicing chiropractor for over 20 years, renovated the building that his father lived and practiced out of (he did this in 1985) and currently uses this building, a beautiful old town-home on ***** Street in Baltimore, and continues to practice out of this building, along with one other. My employer, who is in his 50's, I'd guess, lives elsewhere. I really love my job. I need to be in the office in time to get set up before patients come in, and stay long enough to take care of everything that needs to be done, but my schedule is pretty flexible. I earn ok money, receive health benefits, and my employer and his wife are very good to their employees. Also, I really like the people that I work with. Not too scary yet, huh? Because the office hours at this office are relatively short (the doctor has another office that he also practices out of), and because the office manager, my employer's wife, only works from maybe 10 to 4, if that, and our office hours are generally 11 until 1, I am alone in that office a lot. The building is beautiful, and huge, with three living stories and a large basement used for storage. My main area is on the first floor at the front desk. I come in in the morning before anyone else is there, generally about two hours before, at about 8:00 a.m. and complete some general morning tasks, such as making sure everything is straight, unlocking the front door, logging in to all of the computers (mine and those upstairs), turning on the X-Ray processor, checking the answering machine for messages and returning all calls, and things like that. I also pull charts for the patients with appointments that day, complete that daily log that includes patient bills and received checks, etc, verify insurance, and am generally very busy. I began to notice a strange feeling almost immediately after the woman who had been training me left to go to her new job. I felt like someone was watching me, but only when I was alone. Mostly, it was creepy, although sometimes it was (is) downright frightening, almost like there was more that one watcher. I pretty much chalked it up to nerves from being in a big, old house all by myself so often. Often, when it was just a creepy feeling, I felt like a grouch, suspicious person was watching me, checking up on what I was doing. The other times, I felt something much more frightening. I even told the office manager, jokingly, how I got creeped out by the ghosts. I told my employer also, in a light kind of way, how scary it was there by myself sometimes, that I felt like someone else was with me and watching what I was doing. My employer, who seems to be pretty much your average Catholic guy, got very thoughtful and said that that was interesting because after his father died the women who worked for his father swore that they heard him "running around upstairs". After this conversation, I tried to calm myself by remembering that even if something was there, it was probably the old Dr., and that this wasn't really a frightening thing. Sometimes, however, the feeling was much more malevolent, and sometimes I did not feel anything at all. For example, a lot of times the basement really terrified me, but other times I went down there to get old files or whatever, when I was there by myself, and was not at all frightened. These feelings, and odd occurrences like finding one or more of my end of day tasks done when no one was there anymore and I couldn't imagine anyone else doing it before they left, for a few weeks. Then, in the middle of the day I was walking down the stairs from the second floor to the first floor when I felt pushed, kind of, but not very hard, and mostly in my lower legs. It was enough to make me slide down the last few steps on my butt. I chalked it up to clumsiness but was very careful to hold on to the railings on each side of the narrow steps each time that I went downstairs after that. And a couple of times after that, I felt the weak push, although I was holding on and did not fall. Then, yesterday, after feeling mildly creepy to frightened at work for that past two months, I was scared almost witless. I entered the building at about 8:30 a.m., went to my desk, turned on my computer, checked the front room, then went upstairs. I entered "the board room" (looks like a small library/den) immediately to my right at the top of the stairs. I was feeling really antsy. This room is where the answering machine is located. The answering machine includes a digital display of the number of messages, and outgoing message tape and an incoming message tape. If there are messages on it, I press the play button. The machine says that I have X new messages, plays a message, and then the digital voice comes on and tells me the day and time that the message was recorded. Then it plays the next message. Yesterday (Monday), the machine told me that I had two messages. Then it acted weird for a second making a rewind/fast-forward sound. Then it started making pig noises at me. Next, the machine started to fast-forward or rewind so that I could hear it (normally, it rewinds with only the motor noise.) I began hitting the buttons, terrified, until I remembered the off button on the side, and turned the machine off. I don't know if you can appreciate how horrifying the experience was, so let me explain. This was not the sound of a person making pig noises, these were pig noises. It was as if a pig had called, only it went on and on, as I was frozen for a minute, and I never got the date and time message. It wasn't quite like a pig, it felt mocking and very malicious. I really can't explain it. It wasn't the sound of garbled messages or a malfunctioning machine, it was pig noises. I feel that I am being completely honest that after having this experience, I can say that I have never been scared in my life until the. I have been frightened, or creeped out, but never scared. I knew with absolute certainty that this was not a human, not a machine error, but something malicious. It also wasn't (it seemed to me) a recording. It was like something did that right then through the machine. I felt something that I had only previously read about. My body went cold from my head down to my feet, and I could feel the coldness moving. When the office manager got there later, I explained that I had heard something frightening on the machine, that there were two messages, but that I had not checked them because I was so frightened. She went up to the phone and had me on intercom as she turned on the machine and checked the messages. And there they were, and I heard them, 2 normal messages from 2 regular patients recorded the previous evening and earlier that morning, played on a perfectly functioning machine. I have to run three films thought the X-Ray processor each morning to clean it out, and those films came out wet and cold. My employer was there when I noticed it, so I told him about, and he had me call the service people. They were going to come in that afternoon, so when I went to turn off the processor (this involves turning off a toggle switch that is protected but a hard plastic covering, then lifting the lid of the processor and propping it open), I thought that maybe I ought not, as the service people may need it warmed up I left it on, went to my desk answered a call or something and went back to the X-Ray room. The processor was turned off, with the lid propped open. The only other person in the building was the office manager, whose office is located up stairs in the front of the building, while the processor is located downstairs at the back of the building. I could hear any movement in that house. I called up to her and asked her if she had turned the processor off, and she said no. This, however, was not that alarming. I left that day early, as my work was done and I was going somewhere with my mother. I was so completely drained in a way that I do not know how to describe accurately, but it was kind of like the way that I feel after crying, only not refreshed or lightened. What do you think, Rane? I know what I heard and felt, and I have not exaggerated it or altered it here. I am really frightened! I don't know if it sounds like it would be frightening by my description, but it was. I understand that it can be hard to tell since you have never been there, but what, from what I have related, do you think? I have researched it a little myself, and had come across something about pig noises being very a very bad thing. Do you know about this? I can't remember where I saw it. I had thought that it was on the Warren's page, but I have been unable to find it again. I should mention, that no one but me and the office manager is typically there alone, but she has never had anything unusual happen. Neither has anyone else, although I haven't spoke with the woman who had my job before I did. So no one else seems to be bothered by this "whatever". I guess that I should also mention that I am not on any drugs, was never drinking at the time, and have never been diagnosed with a mental disorder and have not suffered any symptoms of such a thing. I appreciate you reading this long story. Love & Light, Jen

Point Lookout,MD

I'm 21 years old and all my life i have heard of hauntings from my grandmother. I still live with her in a part of baltimore that you became familier withcalled brooklyn. One of the storys she has told me over the years is Point Lookout,MD. she lived by there when my grandfather was in the military. It is the southern most point in MD. it was a camp for captured soldiers in the civil war. They underestimated how much room was needed for prisoners so the camp was to small for the hundreds of men. Most of the men died from diseases or injurys. people have been known to see confedrate soldiers walking and watching them. they say you can see the men on horses walking by the water, with men on foot. skeptics say that people see red foxs and think it is a red coat . never been there myself but im headed there this spring my grandmother and i are going hope you can get down there before i do because this will be our first ghost hunt. hope this helps. thanks sincerely, christine

Zeb

Hey everyone I have had an experience that I think you will find amusing. I got a call from someone at town hall who heard about my ability to speak with ghosts. The first thing she said was, "Please do NOT tell me I'm crazy but," I assured her that I would not tell her she was crazy, and she told me that there is a ghost in the vault where the records are kept, and he's a pain in the butt, and could I PLEASE come over and try to get rid of him? All I've been able to learn from him so far is that his name is Zeb, and he was hung for horse theft, which he claims he didn't do. He says he won the horse in a poker game, but when the guy sobered up the next morning he didn't remember even meeting him, let alone loosing his horse in a card game. Seems Zeb likes to be a mischief maker. Every night for the past three weeks, when they open the vault in the morning, the records are scattered all over the place, and it takes them at least an hour to put them all back where they belong. I've asked him to stop,but he doesn't seem willing to co-operate with us. I've stopped going there because each time I do the mess gets bigger. I tried to urge him to the light, but he says he likes it here, and moved too much when he was alive, and doesn't want a change right now. I have tried everything I know to do with him, but he is NOT listening. By: ladyb

The Ambulance

It was the end of the summer. I and a couple of other co-workers' came from an ambulance call. I went to go shut the East end huge garage door. Then I went to go shut the West side end. As I pushed the button to shut the West end door the East door came open. The doors aren't connected mind you. they are all on seperate motors. Then when I was cleaning out the ambulance we had just got done using. There was another ambulance across from me. The doors came open all by themselves and then shut. I heard footsteps that weren't coming towards me. The next thing I knew the footsteps went to the driver door of the other ambulance. I heard the key click on and started by itself. Two years prior a devoted EMT passed away in a car accident. My co-workers say that he does that often. By: krogman