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A Ghostly Attack
Years ago when I was about ten years of age, I
was actually attacked by an apparition. My family and I lived in an
apartment in a small Arizona town. It was early in the morning and
my dad had not yet come home from work. At the time my parents had
been studying Wicca and were dabbling in White Magic. Everyone in
the house was still asleep. I dreamed that I was playing with my
older sister's doll -- Angie. My sisters wanted to go to the park
and I told them no, I wanted to go later as I was playing with the doll. The doll had a long white gown and long straight black hair. I felt
a scratch on the inside of my right arm and suddenly woke up as it hurt
badly. I looked down the hall and saw a tall thin figure of a woman
in a long white gown with dark straight hair leaving my bedroom. I
looked at my arm and saw three long scratch marks that resembled the
devil's pitchfork and my arm was bleeding. I went down the hall to
see if anyone was up but no one was. I stayed on the couch the rest
of the morning. When my dad came home, he asked what I was doing up
and I told him I could not sleep. When mom got up I told her the
story, but no one could figure out what had happened. I have never
before or after been attacked by a spirit or entity.
Now, my mom, I, my
daughter, and several other family members have paranormal experiences
often. I often know when people are going to die before it happens,
and I have known when other things will happen as well. Until
recently I was afraid of the gift but I have since been studying Wicca and
Spiritualism and understand things better. I have had nights when
spirits visit me in bed, or they appear to talk to me in rambunctious
groups (it sounds like groups). I have seen the light without being
sick or dying but I was told I could not stay. I am not afraid of
these things anymore and am taking measures to understand them. My
dog does get bothered by a spirit in our new apartment and was attacked on
several occasions in a house I purchased. I tell the spirits that
bother him to leave and they do. My daughter is also studying the
paranormal and although right now she is afraid, I think that once she
understands she will be okay.
Submitted anonymously, July, 2005
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Staring in the Mirror
This story is probably
different from the many others you have heard. I think the key to this
was that prior to this experience, I had been trying to become more
religious and more Christian like.
I had just smoked a
little weed with a friend and went inside my house as he headed home. As
soon as I stepped into my room I was overwhelmed with an intense feeling
-- a feeling I couldn't begin to describe. The only thing I
can say is that I was shaking and on the point of tears. I believe it was
some type of spirit, though I’m not sure if it was good or evil.
After kneeling down on
one knee and trying to figure out why I felt the way I did, I heard a
strong voice in my head. However, it was the strangest thing, as the
voice wasn’t speaking to me in words, but I knew what it was trying to
say. It told me to go in the bathroom, take my contacts out, and
look directly in the mirror. When I did as I was told, I experienced
something totally out of the ordinary as I was looking in the mirror. Staring directly into my own eyes the strange feeling intensified and
everything except my head was blurred out. Suddenly, I saw my eyes
pop out! The only way I can describe it was similar to looking at a
3D book. When you’re supposed to cross your eyes, certain images pop
up. Well, that’s how my eyes popped out at me. Then my mouth started
moving and spitting out words that I wasn’t thinking of on my own. The only phrase I remember is saying, "Oh my dear God, I am changing right
before my own eyes."
It’s been about three
months since this happened to me. Afterwards, it was like something took
over my whole body. I kneeled down on my knees and my elbows hit the floor
when suddenly my thumbs went straight on the upper part of my eye (right
over my eyelids but under my eyebrows.) At this point it was like
something was speaking to me – through me! Once again, my mouth
started moving and words started coming out o my mouth, but they weren’t
my words. It told me not even to try to move -- that I was frozen in
time for that moment. I remained in that position for a good half
hour while this “spirit” talked to me. (I believe it was either God
or Satan.) The things it told me are too personal for me to share -- all
I can say is that what “it” told me were things that scared the living sh** out of me.
The really weird thing is that when I walked out of the bathroom and
looked at the clock, it said that only a couple minutes had passed.
I fell asleep scared, and
woke up twice just as frightened, wanting to believe it never happened. I
am dying to know if anybody had experienced anything remotely close to
what I have experienced. Please email me if you can relate. Please email me if you can relate.
Submitted by Bryan Weber, June, 2005
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Haunted - Still .....
Living with ghosts isn't
easy. Mine are tolerable but it sickens me to no end knowing that I can
never get any privacy. I also feel like hauntings are very sad, as
these lost spirits are not living with the truth – they need to turn to
the light and move on.
I have found that by
sleeping on the edge of my bed, it helps to keep the spirits from sitting
there. However, this doesn’t stop the paranormal thumping on my bed. After a while it stops and all is quiet until it is time for me to awaken.
Then it starts up again.
If I wake up during the
night, this unseen entity seeming realizes that I’m awake and the thumping
starts up again. I’ve tried the coded knocking sequence, asking for
four thumps for a “yes”; however I have counted as many as twelve thumps
after this request. This ridiculous!
I have felt a feathery
grip attempt to remove my c-pap head gear [nasal mask] from my face. I
have also felt feathery thumps on my chest and have been shaken violently
by my feet. At other times, this unseen spirit acts as an alarm
clock, slapping my feet to wake me up at the time I usually rise. Unfortunately, it they seemingly cannot distinguish the difference in
weekends and weekdays.
It’s been a while since
these things have happened, but I still hear spirits in my head calling me
with terrible phrases such as: “:"You are [bleeping] hypocrite-you
know that? A [bleeping] hypocrite!"
I get the strongest
feeling that some other spirit is trying to keep some of these shenanigans
at bay; however, I don't like any of this at all! I have spoken
aloud so that they can hear. But having had a near death experience
myself, I can understand why they do not listen.
I have discovered that I
have lived around ghosts all my life, just never knew they were there. The paranormal activity got really bad about 1996, and one of these
"entities" wears a hood too....!
Submitted
Anonymously - June, 2005
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A Ghostly Friend
A couple of months ago my
niece was killed after having an automobile accident. Her name was Keshia,
she was just 14 years old, and a wonderful person.
She was with a friend
that had just gotten her driver’s license when the tragedy occurred. While
riding along with her friend in a van, her friend lost control of the
vehicle and they hit a power pole. Though startled, the two were ok
until Keshia got out of the vehicle. When she did, a power line came
down upon her and she was electrocuted.
When my step-sister
Kelli, who was Keshia’s best friend, and I heard the news from my father,
we were shocked. Standing there speechless, I soon began to notice
that room got very cold. I knew there was a spirit there, but wasn’t
sure if it was Keshia or the a little girl that has been haunting our
house. After we heard the terrible news, Kelli and I went outside. It was raining with lots of thunder and lightening. Suddenly, we
both looked at each other and Kelli said, “Tasha, no.” I felt that Keshia was there and said to Kelli,
“Keshia is with us.” Kelli
responded that she had felt a hand upon her shoulder.
Later that night, I saw
the little girl that haunts our house and for the rest of the night she
followed me through our home and up and down the stairs. Finally,
when I went to bed, I couldn’t take it anymore, I told her to leave me
alone. She responded by putting her hand on the bed and then she left.
Now, I believe that on
the hardest night of my life, that ghostly little girl, that I don’t even
know, was trying to help me. I feel bad that I made her leave but I
couldn’t take it anymore. All I could think about was my niece. In Loving
Memory Of Keshia. We love you.
Submitted by: Tasha Lynn Carman – I am now 15 and it has been
a couple of months since my niece was killed. In the meantime, I
have only seen the little girl a couple of times. Everyone at high
school misses Keshia a lot. If you would like to contact Tasha, you
can email her, May,
2005
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A Haunted Apartment
in Longview, Washington
Hi, my name is Jojo and
this is a story about my mom's apartment that I know very well. When I was
about 16, I woke up to the sound of children laughing and running out in
front of my bedroom door. Thinking it was my little brother, I got up to
quiet him, but soon found he was fast asleep.
When I went back to bed I
heard the children’s sounds again, followed by a high pitched child’s
scream! Afterwards, I began to hear water running in the bathroom, like a
bath was being drawn. Getting up, I went across the hall to the
bathroom where the light was on, though it hadn’t been on before and no
one was in there. I checked to see if the faucet in the bath was
running, and it was not -- in fact, the tub was dry as a bone. Eerily, I continued to hear the sounds of water flowing. Looking
back at the bathtub, I briefly saw someone floating as if they had
drowned. Then suddenly, the tub returned to normal -- no body,
no water, nothing out of the ordinary.
Though I was frightened,
I went back to bed again and within moments heard little girls playing
outside my bedroom door. Determined to ignore it, I did nothing
until I heard a horrible voice saying “Get Down Here!” My immediate
thought was that the voice was talking to the little girls. As I sat
up in bed, I heard a loud gunshot, a girl screamed, then another gunshot. For long moments, it was still and quiet. Then, I heard the sounds
of cupboard doors slamming, followed by yet, another gun shot. By
this time, I was starting to think that I was crazy, until my little
brother screamed. Rushing to him, I asked what the problem was and
he told me he had heard a gunshot.
Frightened and curious, I
began to explore the internet and found that an old man, who was very
abusive to his grandchildren, once lived in this apartment. But the
abusiveness didn’t stop there, he ended up killing all three of them. He
murdered his grandson by drowning him in the tub and killed his two
granddaughters with a shotgun.
I have since talked to
the ghostly spirits of these children, asking them why they will not move
on, only to find out that their grandfather will not let them. To
make matters worse, my little brother has been haunted in his dreams by an
evil spirit who abuses him during his sleep.
Submitted by Jojo
- I am a student at Lewit High school of Longview,
Washington
and I have never believed in ghosts until this incident. April, 2005
Well, Jojo was looking
for some help in ridding these ghosts, but provided a bad email address,
so while we posted the story, the writer cannot be contacted..
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