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Chickasaw Council House
The Chickasaw Council
House is a small cabin located inside the Chickasaw Council House Museum
in Tishomingo, Oklahoma. One day I was walking through the deserted
museum when I encountered voices from the past. Not a single visitor
was at the museum -- it was only me and the Cultural Programs person that
were in the entire building. When the phone rang, she took the call
and I wandered off, nearing the log cabin structure. Walking around
this historic building, I soon approached the southern window. At the
time, I remember thinking about the many government meetings that had been
held there when it was the seat of tribal government.
For some reason, the
strangest vision popped into my mind -- not like I was hearing it, but
like I was "remembering" it. I “heard” a group of men’s voices shouting at
each other, hands slapping on a scarred long wooden table and suddenly a
shiny knife slamming down into the wood, inches from the slapping hands
and the arguments growing more heated. I kept walking and then paused to
look into the window, noticing that the long wooden table that was on
display looked very much like the one I had been thinking about.
Just then the Tribal
worker returned, apologizing for the telephone call and stated that we
could get back to planning our project. Then she stopped for a minute and
said: "Do you mind if we go to the other side of the building to the
offices, they're shouting and arguing today." She then turned and
walked to the offices. It struck me that we had both been "hearing" the
same thing. I asked her about it when we got to the offices,
especially the image of the knife slamming into the table but all she
would say was, "I wouldn't be surprised."
I wasn't scared....it wasn't like something
was there....more like a memory that was just hanging around just a
hundred years later.
Author's name omitted
by request, October, 2005
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Ghosts of the South Side of
Chicago
When I was a little girl
at the age of nine, my family my family was living in the south side of
Chicago. We moved into a co-op and the first year everything seemed nice
and normal. Then one night as I was getting ready for bed, I took my
stuffed toy dog, kissed him goodnight, placed him on a chair, and crawled
into bed.
In the middle of the
night I was awakened by voices and opened my eyes to see at least a dozen
ghosts flying over my head and talking. They were very cheerful and seemd to fly right through each other. I could not see their faces and
they were all wearing dark brown long cloaks. They looked a little like
the ghost of Christmas yet to come from the Christmas Carol by
Charles Dickens. At first I thought I must be dreaming!
I laid in bed and
pretended to be asleep when suddenly one of the ghosts stopped and petted
my stuffed toy dog. I squinted my eyes and turned over when I heard one of
the ghosts say, "Is she awake?" Then another responded, “No, she's still
asleep."
They continued to fly
through my room for at least an hour or so, continuing to laugh and talk. Though I couldn’t understand what they were saying, they sounded very
friendly.
When I finally opened my
eyes, they all said, "She's awake!" Then they flew into all four corners
of my room and disappeared. The next morning when I woke up, my stuffed
dog was leaning over lop sided. The experience did kind of freak me out. I
never saw a ghost in my room or anywhere else ever again.
This event took place
back in 1974 and since then I have always been intrigued with ghost
stories.
Submitted By: Justine
Putnam, September, 2005
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Ghost in Hawaii Military Housing
My husband is in the
military and we recently moved to Hawaii. As long as I can remember
I've been able to sense spirits. So, when we moved into our new home
I was relieved to find it "dead"(meaning I didn't sense any ghosts). Yet to my surprise, we have four spirits who come to visit. I awoke
one evening after hearing some of our doors slamming shut. There in
our doorway stood a little Hawaiian girl staring curiously. I could
also hear the giggles of two Hawaiian boys running through the house being
very mischievous. I turned to wake my husband up and looming over
him was an old Hawaiian man. He seemed important, something like a
medicine man, but this frightened me. I shook my husband awake and
the spirits, I assume, sensing my fear vanished. They come and go
during the day now, seemingly coming through a crawl hole space in my
daughter's closet. If we shut her closet door they stay out, which
we do at night. “Company” is fine during the day, but at night I’d
rather my daughter and I sleep undisturbed.
Submitted By:
Erica Wilson, September, 2005
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Stuck in My Home
Two years ago a young lady named Carol rented
our home. After just a few weeks she died of cancer inside the home. At the time of her death her ex-husband was attempting to take their three
year old daughter away from her family.
Since last fall when I returned to this house,
many strange things have happened such as the lights turning on and stereo
turning on of their own accord, and items are found missing only to turn
up later at an obvious spot that they do not belong. However, the
most disturbing problem for me is that every morning I hear the sound of a
radio or TV. At first, I thought it was coming from a house next
door which is under construction – perhaps, workers leaving a radio set to
turn on at a certain time. Since the new house did not have
walls up yet, I soon went over and thoroughly searched the house, only to
find nothing.
This spring when I returned to my home again, I
am again hearing this radio. It is especially audible when I have a
fan by my bed. There were times I could hear the weather report, and the
voice of a man, then a woman. Not long ago, I heard a child say, "it's ok
mommy." I tried recording this but when I pushed the buttons
nothing happened. When I pickup up the recorder, the batteries fell
out.
I am having a mass said for her this Wednesday
and have sprinkled holy water about the house. I have asked her kindly to
leave but she is apparently not at peace, dying under terrible
circumstances. Our priest believes that she is stuck.
Submitted by
Nell, July, 2005
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