I was traveling the back roads surrounding Hutchinson, Kansas one night and my friend had told me the story of little boy blue. Apparently, little boy blue had drowned in a creek off the road. My friend
and I drove down this road and I got the sense of something odd and I started crying. When we passed the bridge where little boy blue had died, I felt it. We parked the car and sat for a while. Then the car's lights started flashing (blinkers, headlights, tail lights, dome lights, inside lights.) So we drove on. Then we saw two orbs of light up ahead and we thought it was another car. We never passed another car and there were no turn-offs on the road. I know little boy blue haunts that road and he is a friendly spirit.

Anonymous - March, 2005

Sick of Ghosts

I have lived with ghosts for a long while, but this is beginning to be too much. Whilst I suffer not many of the outrages other folks do, for which I am grateful, I have finally come to my wit’s end.

Every night, someone sits at the end of my bed. I know who it is. It is one of my closest old friends. Perhaps my friend, Rick, is sorry he didn’t listen to me when I warned him about his weight. He passed away three years ago.

However; either my ghostly friend Rick, or perhaps me, has attracted more unwelcome visitors. Recently, I noticed a new spirit, even bigger than my friend Rick, sinking into the foot of my bed.

At first, I thought it was my old friend, but the weight was heavier than before.  Then, I actually saw the big fellow walking on thin air. He simply looked at me as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I continued to see him for the next three nights. Then, I heard from another friend, who happened to be this large man’s neighbor, that he had died just three days ago.

Even before my friend Rick, there was a strange woman that always sat along the side of my bed. Usually, about 30 minutes after I had dozed off to sleep, I would often awake to someone shaking the bed and hearing a raspy voice saying: "Take your goddamned pants off!"  Of course, when I looked up, no one was there.

On other occasions I have heard the sound of an older woman talking, saying: “Thank you.” or “I am not leaving – if anyone is leaving it is ...” before her voice trailed off.  

Yes, I think my father hangs about too.  Once I heard him say: "I ain't leaving so forget it!"

On yet another occasion, I heard a raspy, but soft voice, say my name. And, on another night I heard a voice saying: You are one fucking hypocrite-you know that? One fucking hypocrite!" When I heard that one, I was so paralyzed I couldn't move and began to pray. Then, I began to say in in my mind, "I can beat you - we can beat you!" I thought it was a demon, but because it left so quickly, I don't think it was.

Submitted by Tom, March, 2005

About Tom - I rarely hear the "dead" but I have heard barely audible human voices. I cannot always make out what they are saying, In other occasions, I have heard bags popping, my leg gently tapped, feet gently slapped, and more physical touches, such as a strong feather.

La Llorona or Bloody Mary?

Last year, in the sixth grade, I became very interested in the paranormal. My friend Ngoc told me to play the “age old” game of standing before a mirror reciting the words “Bloody Mary” several times in a row.

I wanted to try it but was too spooked to do it alone. So, one day a friend and I stayed after school after everyone had left except one teacher who was upstairs on the second floor. Walking through the empty hallways, we went to the girl’s bathroom and began to say “Bloody Mary” in front of the mirror. When we said it for the fifth time, we heard the sound of a very strange voice. We were so frightened we ran like hell out of the bathroom, seeing no one in the hallways of the empty school.

Two days later, I was asleep in my bedroom on the second floor of my home when I was suddenly awakened by the sound of crying. It was 2:00 a.m., my parents were downstairs sleeping and no radios or televisions were on in the house. I was terribly frightened as the crying sounded as if it were coming from a young woman right in my room. Finally, I got the courage to look up out of the covers to see a lady standing next to my bed weeping. Her pale, tear streaked face was surrounded by a mass by unruly black hair and she wore a torn white gown. Continuing to cry, she just stared at me until I finally said, “Leave me alone!!!” Then she disappeared. But, I couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night.

The next night I dreamed that the spirit of a woman was choking me. She looked like a combination of both Bloody Mary and La Llorona and when I looked up, I saw the crying lady again. Suddenly, I woke up, but I still couldn’t breathe and it felt like someone was with me. After a couple of minutes, I could finally breathe again.

I feel as if by chanting “Bloody Mary,” I somehow drew these spirits to me and it was a very scary experience. Though I didn’t like it, I still want to explore the paranormal.   However, I’m afraid I might get bewitched and my parents think I might go to hell if I continue.

Submitted by Kiki, March, 2005

About Kiki: I am a Mexican, 7th grade girl of medium height with long black hair, light brown skin and proud of it! I love paranormal stuff but it can sometimes really come back to haunt me and freak me out!

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There's a Hungry Chinese Man in My House!

My friend Callie and I were having a sleepover at our friend Katey’s house when we all had a very strange experience in the middle of the night. We all fell asleep about 2:00 o’clock in the morning in the living room, which was right next to the kitchen. Around 4:30 or 5:00 a.m. all three of us were awakened suddenly by a sound in the kitchen.  Spooked, we sat very still saying nothing, but we had all heard something in the kitchen. At first, I thought, “well, it’s just a family member,” but I had a very weird vibe about this.

I heard a chair scrape across the kitchen floor and all three of us heard the sound of the refrigerator being opened. Katey, sleeping in the recliner, was the only one that could see into the kitchen and claimed to have seen a very tall Chinese man standing before the refrigerator drinking from their milk jug.

The next morning Katey asked her mother if she come down in the night. She answered yes, that she had, to turn out the lights that we had left on. However, these light switches are on the stair landing, not near the kitchen.

Both Callie and Katey have also heard the sounds of Chinese music playing randomly while on the computer. Though we will probably never know exactly what happened that night, we are investigating. From now on, I think Katey will begin to stock egg rolls in her refrigerator.