Children See The Darndest Things

I used to baby sit a lot when I was in high school. In our small town, which is consider a Hamlet, there is a huge house in the center of it. Some lady bought it, used it for a bed & breakfast for about 10 years and her family lived there. Her husband was sick and had passed away. A couple years after his death, she sold the house. Then, a military bought the house. I noticed the family outside one day and since it's such a small town, I thought I would go introduce myself to them. They had 3 small children. 3 beautiful little boys who I've become to love and care for very much.

At any rate, I told them that if they ever needed a babysitter I would be more than happy to baby sit for them. They didn't really know anyone in the town and for a while I didn't get a call for babysitting, but the wife who wasn't too off from my age wanted to hang out. So we hung out and while we became great friends, the children got to know me. Her and I were talking and we had a weird feeling. She told me that the house creeped her out and she thought it was haunted. It was an old house and who knows what could have happened in there?! Well, her oldest son, who was only 5 at the time, came into the living room where we were sitting and he said "Mommy... Ashley... do you hear those screams? Mommy help that man" Amanda was scared and she asked her son what man he was talking about and he said "the man at the bottom of the stairs, mommy he's on fire, help him get some water." We were freaked out and didn't know what to do. We went to the bottom of the stairs, and didn't see a man of course. We ignored it.

The very next day we were outside relaxing in the yard and her oldest came to us again and said "Mommy I'm going to go inside and play with the good brothers." We thought he was talking about his two younger brothers so she said "ok." He went inside. But we looked up and the other two boys were playing in the sand box. So I went in the house and saw Jet (the oldest) playing in the toy room and talking loud and laughing! I asked him who he was talking to, and he said "The good brothers Ashley" I ran out to Amanda and I told her that she needed to come in the house. We got freaked out so we started researching the house. We looked in the old barn and there was TONS of papers and information on the house. Apparently there was a fire in the hall (at the bottom of the stairs) and a man died in flames. We got scared so we went to the stairs and we pulled back the carpet that was on the floor and there was a burnt spot. I never had that many chills run through my body! Then the good brother thing seemed like it could have been just Jet's imagination.

We didn't think anything of it... but one day we went up to the loft at the top of the house. There are 3 floors on this house. After the attic, there is a little loft with windows where you can look out to the town. We went up there to look around, one night, and there was tons of writing on the walls... where people had signed the walls and wrote quotes and things. Even writings from way back in the 1890s. We were signing it ourselves and I looked up and above my head I saw "long live the good brothers" there was no way that Jet wrote that. He was only 5 and 3.5 feet tall! We got freaked out and ran downstairs.

Also, in that house there was a hallway that they didn't use because it had 2 extra bedrooms they didn't need. So they shut it off. Well in that hallway there is the washer and dryer. I was washing some blankets for her and I got really creeped out when I walked into the hall. There is one bedroom that is kind of dark and creepy. I went in it before and still felt weird. I usually RAN past it if I had to go to the laundry room. Well I found out about the woman who owned it before. Her husband died in that room. He died of tobacco caused lung-cancer.

And to add to that... 5 days after I found out that he had died in that room, Jet said he heard "Uncle Charlie coughing upstairs and it was bothering him" We asked who Uncle Charlie was and he said "the man that sleeps in the room next to the washer" We got freaked out because that woman's husband's name was Charles. Jet wouldn't know that. We were scared. Needless to say they live in Italy now. ha ha!

Now the superintendent of my old high school lives there. She doesn't have young kids and she says that she hasn't seen anything weird. Tell me what you think...By Ashley_Marie

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Warning Signs And Peculiar Visitors

It was the spring of 2001, and quite frankly, I was in a job that I hated at a local community college. My immediate supervisor was a red-faced, shrewish man who watched my every move and fabricated myths about my conduct out of sheer spite. At the time, I could not know that within 5 years the place would crumble and fall amid charges of corruption, nepotism, graft, and vice. No wonder I did not fit in--I was an honest teacher amid vipers.

As I pulled into the parking lot that fateful day, I saw a murder of crows poised in the distance around a puddle. I paid them no mind, as I entered the building. Something told me to bypass the main office and mailroom that day and just go straight to my cubicle before teaching, but I did anyway. Stupid woman! I'd been pinked. They called it a reduction in force due to budget cuts, but I knew better, the jack-a-nape in the dean's office was all too happy to invoke the no contest clause in my contract and send me on my way after all they could hire a lot more part-timers for the price of me, a full-time employee.

Somehow, I managed not to blubber like an idiot throughout the day (at least they, like lily-livered chickens had waited until a Friday); guess the reality of unemployment had not set in. Finally, it was time to go to my vehicle. The murder was still outside. It had, however, relocated to my Suburban. The birds perched, cawed, and menaced. Quite honestly, it was some time before I could shoo them from my vehicle, and the odd thing was here was my car, surrounded by a sea of other cars in a large college parking lot, and it was the only one covered in bluish-black, gabby birds. When they finally left, there wasn't a drop of bird feces on it. I don't know why they were there. It wasn't like I had a carrion-covered car. Still, the episode gave me the heebie-jeebies. There was a message in the visit. I knew it, and I despised them.

I went home and dealt with the gamut of emotions that goes with losing ones job and a going away party of crows. That night, I saw what I thought was a shadow of a man in the corner of my room, but I blew it off as my mind playing tricks on me, since I was emotionally over-wrought. The long and the short of it is, weeks passed I became depressed, went through the motions of surviving my job until it ended, and went home. Summer term came, and while at home, I began planning for a new business. Still, tensions ran high. There were financial worries, migraines, lying in bed most of the day.

I found an old store front in a historical district and began to make a career change altogether. The building had once been a dance studio, an auto parts store, a diner. It was old, but had a good vibe. I liked the feel of it. The dilapidated building abutting the structure though was another story. It had been a speak easy, a furniture store, and a funeral home. With in a week of moving into my building, as luck would have it, the building next door was condemned. Local historians, trying to prevent its demolition, went into the basement one day and pulled out some unique caskets from the late 1800's. They were wooden with peculiar angular wooden caskets with little window/doors where the faces of the deceased would be so that people could look at them. In my building and the one next door, I never felt a particular entity, but sometimes I felt a heaviness and occasionally objects would fall from the walls.

All the while, I was working very hard, experiencing headaches, and experiencing strange sleep patterns. At some point during this period, I began to start seeing the shadow person/people/things. At first it was like a head and a torso that would appear in corners or that would seem to, "hop" down the hall to my bedroom. At first I thought they were the result of too much Migraine medicine, but they would appear on hazy afternoons sans naps in the middle of the night. Seeing this being would always cause me concern, but I always sensed that he was watching me.

One night, though, after a shadow man made a hop down the hall, I decided to really concentrate on it, watch it. That's when it began to do a lot of really odd things. It backed into a wall and broke into spider-like pieces and began crawling around the perimeter of the room. It didn't crawl arm over arm like a human would prowl but like one of those rubber toys would when you slap it against a wall and it rolls down in a vertical fashion--only these did so in a horizontal fashion.

When these shadowy beings appeared they were mostly silent, occasionally there was a sound like air leaking from a tire. Often times, my chest felt tight, like I could not speak.

I do not know if they followed me from the shop or if they were psychological manifestations due to my stress, or if they were time travellers as some people suspect.

I have since moved from the shop and the home where these entities appeared. They don't seem to have followed me in the four years I have been here, but there is this sinking feeling whenever I see crows or a darkened room--I half expect them to make an appearance.

By Auburnla

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Roseman Bridge is Haunted!

After watching the movie “Bridges of Madison County”, my husband and I decided we just had to go see all those lovely red covered bridges in south central Iowa. We are from eastern Iowa originally but lived in southern Minnesota when we journeyed down to Winterset, Iowa.

We had a lovely time finding and walking through each of the seven bridges. We even found the “lost” bridge that had been accidentally burned down by a foolish man trying to put his and his sweethearts initials into the McBride bridge using a blow torch!

Over time we have been down to the bridges many times. On one such visit I found a ghost story book in a gift shop and low and behold one of the covered bridges was named in it! Well, down we headed to check out the tale of the Roseman Covered Bridge… It seems back at the turn of the last century a man had  gotten a lonely unmarried girl pregnant and her father finally got the name of the father of the baby out of her and demanded that he marry the girl. her father promised the young man land and a fine horse to seal the deal as well. Well the day approached and the young man rode his horse to the father’s house for a civil ceremony. He came in the house, looked at his would be bride and stated “I can not go through with the marriage!”; he bolted out of the house jumped on his horse and raced away with her father and a few other townsmen not far behind him…here is where the legend of the Roseman Bridge haunting comes in: as the young man raced through the Roseman Bridge his horse came out the other end empty saddled and still racing away. The men chasing the horse caught up to the empty saddled beast but no trace of the man was ever found and no-one ever knew what became of him…the men saw him on the horse going into the bridge but all saw an empty saddled horse appear out the other side!

So there I stood on the far end of the bridge trying to hear the alleged horses hoofs racing through the bridge… a warm summer evening, a soft breeze blowing and me hearing nothing even remotely close to horses hooves clomping across the bridge. I started looking at the lazy creek below and noticed a few frogs hopping about and water bugs skating on the surface of the water, my concentration leaving the bridge for the water below it.

That is when it happened! Sure enough I heard hooves! I really and truly did! My husband who was in the gift shop some yards away came over to see if I had heard anything and he could tell by my face I had! We stood there together in the evening dusk and I swear to you it sounded just like a wagon strolling through the bridge as we stood there together… we love our covered bridges even Roseman Bridge otherwise known as The haunted bridge!

by Pat

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Red Eyed Demon in My Room

First of all I would like to say that I’m not really good at writing stories in general, but I thought I really needed to share what happened to me a few years ago. The paranormal activity that started happening was when my mother and father decided to buy a new house. This decision was made because the old house was too crowded because me and my brother and parents and children (who came over ever weekend to sleep and sometimes in the week) were living in 3 bedroom house and we needed a 4 bedroom. The house that my Mother seen looked to good to be true, in a beautiful part of Wales UK the outside was wonderful as well as the inside and it also boasted a lovely back garden that was all done out with decking. The house was way under the normal price of house’s in that area, me and Mother went to visit it and the owner. The lady explained that she wanted to sell the house in a hurry because her dad was sick and she wanted to move in with him to look after him, the story sounded true enough but I a feeling that she was keeping something from us. I went upstairs and checked the bedrooms, and the room that I really liked was an ensuite and the daughter of the house owned that room, she seemed friendly enough and a few yrs younger than me who at the time was 26 years. The deal took a few months to go through but before we even agreed the final fee we visited the house again and this time the family inside had all left the home for the Grandfathers house even before they sold the house. All the stuff inside the house like furniture and mirrors and stuff would be left behind as told by us by the owner on that day, and to be honest alarm bells starting ringing in my head but I did not say anything to my Mother because she loved the house.

Finally all deeds were ours and we moved in the new house……

The first day that we moved in something strange happened in my brother’s attic room he went upstairs with me and is girlfriend and light bulb just came crashing down for no reason at all and just went past is head. We were quite freaked about it because there was no reason for that to happen as there was no wind or anything to move it in that way, we just forgot about that and just tried to get on with moving in the house.

The house was fine for at least about a year and no occurrences happened during that time except I was becoming a recluse and would always stay in my room during this period. Before we moved in I used to interact with my family at meal times and talk to them about my problems. I had a superb relationship with my Mother and would tell her everything that happened during my days, at this particular time I did not speak much with my Mother which was strange. I went through an incredible depression and felt as if something was wrong with me and could not take my life and the way it was going. This continued for quite some time.

Until one night I woke up in my room and felt as if something was just watching me in my room, the room felt really warm and it just felt like there was a presence there just staring at me. I looked around the room but saw nothing this was about 12:00 am at night. I thought nothing of it and went back to sleep. I later woke up at 2 – 2:30 am again felt as if I was being watch I turned over to the other side of the bed and saw a figure standing next to my bed! It was the top half of an old women and it was misty so I could not really see her features, I was struck with terror for a second and then the image went away in the space of a few seconds. The episode did freak me out but I was trying to rationalize it as maybe just a hallucination or just a speck in my eye. I got up from bed and washed my face and proceeded to go back to sleep.

I woke up the next morning and to be honest tried to totally forget what had just happened the day before and got on with my day as normal. I never told anyone in my house what had happened because I did not want to scare anybody and to be honest I did not think they would believe me. I went to work and everything was fine I did still feel a little freaked out but I tried to blank it out of my mind. I returned home and had some food but felt really tired that afternoon so I decided to go to bed early that night.

This is where my story starts getting FREAKY………….

Well after my food and watching some TV I turned in for the night at around 10:00 pm. For some reason I woke up at 12:00 am again and felt that same feeling that something was watching, at this point I was getting scared because I thought I would see that figure by the side of my bed again. I decided to try and be brave and not go in my kids spare room and just turned to the other side of the bed and went asleep again. I woke up again at 2 – 2:30 am and this time I felt even worse than before I was sweating cold on my head and really felt something was watching me! I turned over to the other side of the bed and to my HORROR It was up on the top of my ceiling a Demon like face held up on a wooden stake, the demon like face looked wooden and was smiling at me and had sharp teeth for some reason it reminded me of Darth Maul in Star Wars it looked similar to that. The stake was moving by its own rising until the head was at the top of my ceiling It looked malignant and was staring at me with glowing Red Eyes, the eyes looked the only thing that was not wooden and they were looking at me as if mocking me and I was frozen there and could not scream or move!

I thought the ordeal was not going to end because the head was just staying there I had hoped it would disappear and that it was all in my head but this thing was not going! Finally what seemed like a life time later it must have only been a one minute or so the head started disappearing but to my horror the head and the stick disappeared but the eyes stayed there still watching me, by this time I was totally freaked out and still could not move. The eyes started making they way over to me and were on the ceiling hovering over my head looking straight into my eyes I felt as if this thing Demon whatever it was, was trying to posses me or just totally scare me out of my wits!

It finally disappeared and I got out of bed totally scared shitless I took my cushion and went to sleep in my Kids room. I did not tell anybody that night because I was to scared to even talk about it, I went into my kids room because I have never felt anything in there and finally got to sleep after a long time of just being petrified.

I woke up that morning and felt totally drained of any energy and decided I had to tell my parents what had happened. I explained to them the 2 times that paranormal things happened and at first they were skeptical but I eventually managed to convince them because they could see the fear in my eyes that I was not making this story up. Throughout my life I have never seen anything paranormal before and I was not prone to making up stories either I think that’s why they believed me so quickly. I did not want to stay at my house that night or forever so I decided to sleep in my Grandmothers house the night later, I sleep there and worried this thing would follow me but I seen nothing in her house that night.

The day after I decided to go back to my house because I did not want to let this thing win because I wanted to be home and not away from my family. I came to a conclusion that this Demon or Spirit whatever it was, was feeding off my negative energy was trying to change my character and maybe possess me. I don’t think it could go as far as possessing me because I was a catholic and believe in GOD and Jesus, It was trying to make me alienate myself from the people who were close to me the most. The next day I came back to the house I decided to sleep in my kids room for good because I did not want to move back in that room to sleep, I still spent time in the room because I had my PC xbox360 and PS3 there I was not freighted to be in there I juts did not want to sleep there. This is why I think that lady really wanted to rush to sell the house and that they left even before they sold it.

Because of those experiences I decided to read the New Testament to see if it would help me battle this entity and read it several times and let Jesus into my life from there on in. I went to church every week and asked my priest to bless all my house and he did a few months after the events, all was fine I never seen anything in that room again and if I was scared as long as I prayed I had strength from my Lord Jesus who protected me at all times.

I don’t want to keep on going but something started happening again when I had my girlfriend come to live in my parent’s house. I will give details of that in the future but first I would like an opinion from you all about what happened to me and what you think it was because I really think it was a Demon but would like input from other people who are more expert than me on these matters.

by Pasquale

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Cry Baby Bridge In Mississippi

I know, the title makes it sound like this is made up, but this is a true story about a cry baby bridge in Dennis Mississippi. When I was 18 some friends and I were talking about this cry baby bridge. That if you went over it, you could hear a baby crying. My friends who were in their thirties and I being curious, we wanted to go check it out.

So the next day, me and my friends, their 5 year old and 2 year old, and another friend's kids a 8 year old and a 12 year decided to go. When we got to the bridge, you had to get out and climb up on it because they took the road out that went all the way to it. We all climbed up on it.

It had old rusty rails and the bridge was concrete, also had a sign hanging on it, but I can't remember what it said. Anyway back to the story. When we were up on the bridge, we all felt a chill run through us, and it was the middle of summer. We there for about an hour, and nothing was happening so we decided to leave.

As we were turning around to leave, my friend's 5 year old said he heard a baby crying. I went to the end of the bridge where my friend and her husband were, I asked them if Ethan (their little boy) ever heard the story about the bridge and they both said no. So I told them what Ethan had told me, and they asked him he told them the same thing he told me.

He told them that he heard a baby crying, and his dad told him, no he didn't, because there wasn't no baby around. Ethan started crying and said daddy I do hear a baby crying, and it is down there on that rock. He pointed to the rock and it is where it said the baby was supposed to have landed.

So, after he told us all of that we all got in the vehicle and left, and we never did go back there. What I still wonder about all this time could he have seen that baby down there on that rock? Could he have heard the baby crying? I know kids can hear and see things that we can't.

Ethan's mom and dad told me later that day, that they never even talked about the bridge around Ethan, his sister, or the other kids, and the first time Ethan had seen that bridge was that day we went.

It is said that, the woman who threw her baby over the rail, did it because she had the baby, and she wasn't married and it was against her family's beliefs, and the baby landed on the rock that Ethan had pointed to.

Ethan the next day to see if his story would change, that would give us any kind of sign that he was being funny or anything, and he told us the same exact thing that he told us the day before.

I know this didn't happen to me, but I was there and I heard Ethan, and I saw him point to the rock. I even asked Ethan myself, if he had ever heard the story about the bridge and he said no. So you can choose to believe this or not, but everyone is entitled to their own opinions and I respect that.

By Brownie09

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A Knocking in the Closet Cabinet

It had been a slow week for our little ghost hunting group, when one of our group members told us about this old cabin him and his family used to live in located in Jefferson County. He told us both of his great grandparents had died inside the house, but after he talked to his mom about it, we found out three others had died in there as well.

Josh continued to tell us about what would happen in the house. He said one day he was home alone, and he had made himself a hamburger and left it to cool on the counter, when he came back to get it, a bite had been taken out of it. Then he told us about the cold... Every room in the house was freezing, as we found out the night we stayed there. It was roughly 10:00 at night when we finally made it to the cabin. I stared at it for a moment. Then we realized the doors were locked, leaving yours truly with the task of climbing in through a window to unlock the doors. I stopped and looked around when I got in there... It was dark, and quiet, too quiet, that, "What the hell happens next..." kind of quiet.

I ran and unlocked the doors and everyone else came in. Not much happened to begin with, but after we stepped outside for a few minutes to check stuff out, something happened... We came back in and sat in the living room in a big circle with the lights out. We tried talking to the spirits, but nothing was happening. I decided to go and take another look at the kitchen, which all of us had been in earlier, and all of us had left at the same exact time. I come into the hallway and freeze... Every cabinet door stood wide open, even the fridge stood wide open. Everyone came and checked it out, and we ruled out the possibility that it was one of us.

Me and former member Sean decided to stay in the kitchen and try and talk to it. The other 4 members split into pairs of two and went to different rooms. ME and sean stood there for a good five minutes with nothing happening, until both Josh and Adam ran into the kitchen excitedly. They told us that the closet cabinet in the back room was rocking back and forth, and that the vase on the top didn't move with it. They said when it stopped, they tried to recreate it, but the vase moved with it when they tried. So we switched rooms, and me and sean went to the back room. We tried once again talking to it, saying stuff like, "If you're here, can you give us a sign of your presence?" sure enough, we got a sign. We were standing about 4 feet away from the closet cabinet, the only light on it was the moon shining in the window next too it, and we hear a knock from the inside, we're like, "Woah!" Suddenly, whatever knocked on it punched the inside, so hard that the door actually flexed as if being punched from the inside.

We said some words that would make a sailor blush, then we walked over there to find that there was nothing inside it all, it was empty. Suddenly from the living room we heard josh crying, so we ran to check on him. He sat there, tears rolling down his face as he told us he could hear his great grandfather talking to him...

By Kevan

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Mr M and Pepper

Last month, I had a 91 year old hospice patient, "Mr. M" who was dying of CHF. His wife had died 2 years ago, so he was alone. He had long since given up being able to care for his pet dog "Pepper", a small, rat-looking, yappy dog who was 16 (112 in dog years) herself. Pepper had to be taken away a few weeks ago so she could be taken care of by Mr. M's daughter, who lived 10 miles away.

I was called in to see Mr. M after he had declined to the point that his doctor had discharged Mr.M from the hospital to go home and be comfortable for his last few hours.

By this point, Mr. M was catamose, nonresponsive to family and obviously near the end. Only myself and Mr M's son-in-law were in the house. The rest of the family kept their vigil at their own houses, wating for my call.

All of a sudden, Mr. M opened his eyes and said " Come on Pepper", and died.

While not unexpected, the death was so quick and strange, we were kind of stunned. Not 2 minutes later, Mr M's daughter telephoned to tell us Pepper had died.

I have heard of things like this before, but this was my first experence. Has anyone else heard or experence similar deaths?

by EDJULIE143@aol.com

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115 Years Old Slave House Haunted

It all started when my best friend moved to a new house right behind a post office. The first time I went there was at her birthday party. The first thing she did was tell us the story of the house. It turns out that the house was 115 years old, at least. It had slave passage ways, most boarded up, but one, the one that went through her closet and connected her room to her step-sister's room was still open. Now, this was a few years ago. I was around 10 or 11, and I'd never had a ghost experience before.

We stayed up late that night, me and around 5 or 6 other girls, along with my best friend's older sister, Codi. We told ghost stories until late, then snuck down to get some candy to last us through the rest of the night. Sarah's parents were both asleep on the couch when we snuck by, and were still asleep when we made it upstairs and crowded into her step-sister's tiny bedroom, filled with junk because she didn't live there very often. We were discussing what we were going to do for the rest of the night, when Shelly, one of the girls, declared she was dressing up as a spy and went into the bathroom.

We started to argue over what we were going to do, when we heard movement in Sarah's room next to us. Thinking it was Shelly, I went out to tell her to get out of Sarah's room.

The exact moment I stepped out, the bathroom door opened and Shelly came out. She said she heard someone walking around in the bedroom. I told her we thought it was her. When I walked back into the room, people had their ears pressed against the closet door, listening through the slave passage. But when we walked in to grab our sleeping bags, because we weren't sleeping in there after that, and the lights were still off, there was nobody there. The only living, breathing souls in that room at the time were Sarah's two rats.

Sarah moved away not long after.

By Tiffany Mauldin

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Mystery Of The Chinese Man & Chinese Remains

This happened during the seventies. We lived in a house in Brakpan. During the time we moved into a house which along with all the other houses was a new build. Strange things happened in our house. I was in primary school and seven years old at that time. My brother was two years younger than me, and my baby sister at that time only one year old. When I turned nine-my youngest sister was born. We stayed in that house for six years with my mom and dad. This is just a picture of the six years. Since we moved into that house we experienced many strange things.

At night someone would come and sit on the end of my bed. I remembered waking up thinking it was my mother or brother, and when I sat up to see who it was, there was no-one there. I was not scared and got used to this someone sitting on my bed at night. My mother reassured me by telling me it was my guardian angel and I believed her. Sometimes I would hear a small ball inside the cupboard fall, bounced a few times before it stopped bouncing. I ignored it believing that it is my guardian angel like my mother told me. My mother was very scared at times because my father worked shifts and she hated it when he worked night shift. My brother experienced the worst.

He would wake up screaming at night because of a ghost walking down the hallway past his bedroom. He said the ghost was a Chinese man without legs looking at him when passing his bedroom. When this happened everybody was awake in the house with all the lights on. We all anxiously waited for my father to come home from nightshift. As the years went by my brother got used to the china-man in the hallway. He just closed his door and slept with the light on. My mom and dad tried to comfort us by telling us it was our imagination. A couple of years passed by and plans were made to build houses on a huge open field next to the suburb where we lived.

My father was a traffic cop, and in those days the police, traffic cops and even the undertakers knew everything that was going on in town, because they worked together as a team and knew each other very well. When the works started and whilst digging foundations, Chinese remains were found. The remains were dug up and I'm not sure if it they were cremated or buried elsewhere.

The mystery of the Chinese Man in our house or the remains that were discovered was never solved. Nobody knows what happened.

We still wonder about this Chinese man, and I still wonder who sat on my bed, and who played with the ball. We moved to Witbank when I turned 15 years old. That was my first experience with strange happenings but not the last.

By Trix

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Something Harrassing My Sister

First of all I want to start this story saying by saying that I am a Christian and so is my family.

This story started when my sister and me came back from a spiritual retirement, we both returned blessed and closer to God.

I am currently 15 and my sister is 12. During the camp, my sister was blessed with the power of speaking in any language so her faith was stronger than ever, she would read the bible everyday and pray and study the Lords word.

One day, she came to me while I was watching TV; she appeared to be very shocked. I asked her what had happened, she hesitated to tell me but I asked again, she was hugging my dog, Ricky, and scared. She said I had GAOUI (means a ghost touched her and she couldn't move when she woke up). I was surprised but did tell her to relax that it was probably due to being very tired (sometimes when you are very tired it happens).

Two days after that, it happened again, so we told our church teacher what was going on, and she told my sister that when a persons faith is very strong, the devil tries to make you fall, and that you should just ignore the ghosts and keep reading the bible.

So my sister decided to that, but a week after that she told me that when she finished reading the bible and went to sleep, she dreamt of scary stuff, like suicide and abandonment from her friends. This happened twice. She continued reading the bible, until one day when she was reading the bible she heard a voice, she said it wasn't a human voice, calling her name, she was really scared, almost petrified by fear, but the most weird thing is that one night she saw something in her bedroom, something with no shape, right then she stopped reading the bible and stuff like that stopped happening, but I don't want my sister to get farther from God.

By amkoreann

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Old Haunted Apartment

I moved to an apartment complex called Mi-Ree-Nae in Daegu, South Korea. It seemed pretty old, but it was spacious and my parents really liked it. (I was 16 at the time).

One night, my dad turned on the karaoke machine in the living room and began to sing. To drown out the noise, I closed the door all the way and went to sleep. (I didn't lock it)

Now, when opened slowly, my door makes a loud squeaking noise, but when opened fast, there is no noise. It took me awhile to fall asleep because my dad was doing karaoke for awhile, but I finally did. (And the door stayed closed the whole time)

In the middle of the night, the door began to squeak. I woke up and looked at the door. (I slept with a night light) The door was opened a little but the squeaking stopped. I was too tired to care, so I just went back to sleep. But as soon as I closed my eyes, the door began to squeak again.

I thought it was my sister trying to scare me, so I yelled out, "HEY! I'm tired! Go to sleep! Ugh!" But there was nothing. My sister usually freaks herself out first before she can scare anyone.

I was getting a little bit scared, but I was too lazy to get up and shut the door. I closed my eyes again, and once again- squeak. By this time, the door is opened just enough for a head to pop in. I finally got scared, so I got up, ran to the door, shut it, locked it and turned the lights on.

Afterwards, I got my cell phone and called the house. I thought it was a burglar! My mom picked up the phone and I told her there is someone in the house, but she couldn't hear me and just hung up on me! (I've never had problems with my cell or the house phone) The weird thing is, I stayed up all night, listening for any noises this "burglar" may make, but I heard nothing.

Morning came and I checked the house, but everything was the same, and nothing was missing. I was somewhat freaked out, but I honestly didn't think much of it. I was sort of skeptical.

About a month later, my dad went to the States for a business trip, so it was my mom, my brother and my sister in the house. We have 2 bathrooms, but the ones my siblings and I use don't have a tub. I usually wash my body at night and wash my hair in the morning. (I don't know, I'm weird) I'm the first one to wake up in the morning so I can wash my hair. (My brother also likes to use the tub in the morning but he got dibs on waking up the latest possible) Before I continue, I have to explain the house layout:

The bathroom with the tub is located in between my parents' bedroom and the computer room. The computer is a dead end. The tub-bathroom has a semi-clear sliding door. You can see somewhat clearly outside from the bathroom, but you can't see anything from outside in. The way I wash my hair, I put my head upside down so I can wash my hair with the hose, and I can see the door from that position.

While I was washing my hair, I saw a tall thing with a black robe slide slowly across the door towards the computer room. I knew my brother wasn't that tall, so I was curious of what it was. I waited for it to come back, since the computer room is a dead end. I never took my eyes off the door, and once I was done washing my hair, I opened the door and looked in the computer room. But there was nothing there.

It couldn't have been my mom, because she's shorter than me, and I'm pretty short (plus, I had to wake her up afterwards). My sister is even shorter than my mom (and she was showering in the other bathroom), and I had to wake up my brother after I was done with my hair. Plus, like I said, my brother wasn't that tall. I never figured out what that thing was.

Couple of days later, I was too lazy to take a shower at night, so I had to take a shower and wash my hair in my bathroom (with no tub) in the morning. It was around 5:30am (I take a long time to get ready).

While I was showering, I heard a man screaming. It was a faint, yet close scream. It's hard to explain, but it's one of those screams that sound like they're in a lot of pain. It went on the entire time I showered. As soon as I finished, the scream stopped, and I immediately went to my mom (who was in the kitchen, which is right next to my bathroom), and asked her if there was some drunk guy outside screaming. She said no, told me I was crazy, and to eat breakfast.

I have two small dogs that NEVER bark. I have no idea what their deal is, but I've had one of them for 7 years and the other for 2 yrs, and they've never barked. They've whined when we ate... But that was it.

I was home alone with my dad and the dogs. My dad was in the computer room, doing work, while I watched TV with the two dogs on either side of me. There was absolutely NO noise, but the two dogs immediately got up together at the same time, ran to the door and began barking ferociously at the door. Then they ran back half way, turned around, barked, ran towards it, barked, and just kept on doing that.

My dad walked in and asked what was going on, and I told him I had no idea. He opened the door, and nothing was there. We had to put the dogs in their rooms.

After a while, I told my sister all these stories and she told me she often saw that "black figure" walk right outside of her door. (She leaves a crack open because she's afraid of the dark)

I rode a taxi home one day, and the old taxi driver told me Mi-Ree-Nae is one of the oldest apartment complexes in Daegu, and that there was a suicide incident in one of the apartments back in the day. I didn't ask him the details, because I just didn't want to know.

We moved to a different apartment complex about 2 years later. My parents never told us why.

By chloe14

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Korean Haunting

I came to South Korea to be with my husband whom is in the Army. I have been here for 5 months. I have been living in my apartment for over four months. About two and a half months ago I started getting the icy felling like I was being watched. This went on with no happenings until last night. My husband is training in the field. I am all alone in the house, just like any other night I got changed, went into bed and called my husband. I got to sleep around 12:30am.

I slept for about two hours when I started having a dream that I have had before. But instead of what normally happened in the dream, an unknown force was on my back with two handfulls of my hair, holding me down. I woke up to find that my head where, in my dream, this force had my hair. I blew it off thinking it was my imagination. I fell back asleep a short time later. The dream resumed where it had left off. This happened one more time before I decided to just stay awake. It was about 5:00 in the morning, I am not exactly sure. I heard a Korean man's voice talking, it was very deep, I could not make out any words that I know. It sounded as if he were hissing the words. By this time I was already terrified. I heard knocking, and my chairs being scooted around. This went on for about an hour. Then it started scratchng my walls. It started soft and short at first, I ignored it until it got harder and louder increasing a lot everytime.

Finally I could not take it any more it felt like my heart was going to burst, it was beating so hard. I got up and turned on all the lights in the house. It stopped. I got dressed and looked around to find all my chairs moved, little things moved, and then I saw the scratch marks on the wall. I was about 6:30 in the morning when I left. I am looking for another apartment. There is no way that I am going to stay there and let it keep getting worse and more violent.

By Brandy

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Ghost Party

This story I'm about to tell you really happened to me swear to god! If I'm making this up may a hobo fry my brains for an omelet! Well, it all happened when I went to korea to visit my mom on Jan. 14 sunday. I watched a tv show when it was time for me to got to bed. But I heard something interesting... "Blank gathers in this day".

Then my worst fears were realized. Jan. 16 is the day when ghosts get together. In Jan. 16 I forgot the whole ghost thing then. While I was playing outside at night with a couple of my korean friends and cousins, I saw something strange, I said "hey what's that?" in korean, then suddenly my friends and cousins were shaking badly and I yelled "Hey who are you!?" I said in korean, then the unexpected happened. The women or a girl, because I couldn't tell, looked at us and showed her face and I mean, oh my god, the face scared the living hell out of me!

We were screaming and running inside until we saw more ghosts and I said "we're so getting out of here!". And I ran inside and told my mom the whole story and she looked out and almost everyone in the whole apartment complex heard the story and saw the whole thing and slept with scary dreams.

By Chris

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12:00 Midnight

I was doing my sister's homework because she doesn't like to do it. We were also ready to go to bed, and as usual, my sister went to the bathroom. As I waited for her, I listened to the radio (I play our family radio when going to bed), I heard someone say, "Go out, young girl." I was really spooked and I hid myself under my blanket.

My sister came out of the bathroom and I told her what happened.

As usual, she didn't believe me.

We were ready to go to bed and the radio stopped. I hid myself under the blanket and told my sister to cover herself, too. Then, I realized it was a ghost, probably scaring us for not going to bed early.

I tried to convince myself that no one was there. Suddenly, the plates started to break! As if someone got them all and broke them. I thought my mom was awake and when I checked on her, she was asleep. I was the only one awake now and I saw something blurry and a mist on my closet.

I was so scared and I cried (not so loud), and then I fell asleep.

The color of the mist was GREEN. One of our rooms, when I took a peek in the keyhole, I saw the same color, which is RED. The first time I took a peek there, I just saw something white which sat down.

What is a mist anyway? Is it a ghost?

By spica

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