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- 12/01/00 03:59:19

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Diana - 11/04/00 15:09:45
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THE GHOST OF SHENANDOAH MIDDLE SCHOOL Once upon a time there was a girl who went to a school named: SHENANDOAH. She was blonded hair, green eyed, and cherry lipped. She had a nice curved body. And she was light tanned. Her name was Kaitlin. One time when it was Halloween she decided to prove the legend of Shenandoah to her friends. Kaitlin was a show-off. She always wanted to prove to people that she was not scared of anything and that she was always right. Well, one day she decided to prove the legend to her friends. The legend was that once upon a time on Halloween a girl had fallen from the third floor and that her death had been planned by somebody. The other part of the legend was that the ghost always came back to figure out who committed her death. So, that Halloween Kaitlin decided to go to the classroom were people said that the ghost always came back. The room for some reason had been closed for years. Nobody dared to go in it. When Kaitlin finally open the classroom she went inside it. She saw papers on the floor, desks broken on the floor, and stuff all thrown in all parts of the floor, Kaitlin got goosebumps. But, she didn't leave. She wanted to prove to her friends that she wasn't scared. Kaitlin saw some folders on a window. She wondered what they were. When Kaitlin got one of the folders she opened it and saw some papers that had some work on them and that it said: 10-31-1939. Then as she kept on reading down she saw a name: Iris Johnson. Kaitlin remembered that people said that the name of the girl that had died was Iris. Kaitlin got so scared she decided to leave. But, she decided to take the papers. When Kaitlin opened the door to leave she saw a girl hanging for the rails. The girl was yelling for help. She saw a girl walking toward the girl that was hanging. She saw that the girl went directly to the girl that was on the rails and let go of her hands. She saw that the girl that let go of the hands of the other girl looked directly at her and said: NOW IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO DIE.

lauren nguyen - 11/03/00 02:43:59
My Email:nncutie@hotmail.com

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I used to know this girl named Heather. She lived deep in the woods, with her grandma. She usually sleeps at my house, three times a week every week: Monday, Wednesday, and friday. When asked why, she'd fearfully reply that she had a suspicion her grandma was a cannibal. She said her mother, whom her grandma do not like well, came over to visit one night. She disappeared with her grandma into the kitchen to help with dinner and was never seen again. Well, one time Heather was telling some friends this, he grandma overheard. The grandma's eyes just sort of glow eerily and the next nighyt, Heather didn't come to my sleepover.

lauren nguyen - 11/03/00 02:39:37
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I would like my name posted along with my story.

- 10/28/00 12:47:35

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I went to a friends birthday party a couple years ago.My friends thought that they could talk to the dead. One of the girls asked this other girl if she could see a guy wearing greening walking down the street and killing people. Then the girl said yeah U can see that. Then the girl said he told me that he was coming after us next. The other girl started crying because she said she could really see this happening in her mind and she didn'y know if it was real.Everone got really scared and couldn't sleep. fter about a year of talking about this stuff they finally realized that is was in there imagination

- 10/24/00 23:51:27

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this website is cool!

Jennifer Leigh Serrano - 10/22/00 20:47:31
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Room For One More A man named Joseph Blackwell

Reba Kay - 10/20/00 21:01:47
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One Halloween i was on my way to school on the bus, the boy who we were picking up was running late. I could see in the upstairs window. As he was walking to the bus i saw a light come on in the window. I saw a littel girl that looked like she was about 1 , she had a white gown on, and long blonde hair. She was also carrying a lantern, i saw her put the latren down float ino the air and disapear into the wall. As she was disapearing the light got dimer and dimer, soon the light was gone and so was the girl The bus took off and it was over. A week latter the boy was telling me how is mom's little sister had died in the house at a young age. She was 9 and she had long blonde hair. I think i saw her.

Trisha - 10/19/00 02:29:02
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Ok so this is a stupid short story.Its not that big of a deal its just that i do witchcraft i never expect it to work but one time it did i have a sisqo cd and one time i left the cover at school.i didn't mean to.so i did a silly little made up spell so i would come back.I never saw it at school i told my friend about it she said that she would look for it and ask her friend so i told her what it was like how it was folded every detail so like a month went by no sign of it my sis was getting made because t was her cd to and she didn't know i lost it.then one day i go in her room and the cover was in the case.my tummy started hurting i look at sis and asked her were she that cover she said she didn't know it was just in there one day.it was the same one i now it.and i know i left on the table at school i'm sure of it. it had to have been the witchcraft.

terran gufler - 10/19/00 01:18:51
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J. Nicks - 10/16/00 18:25:28

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This is a story I read about an ancient Aztec curse. It's not so much a ghost story, but a "possession" story. It's a little gruesome, too - BE WARNED. The Aztecs sacrificed tens of thousands of people to their gods in ancient times, sometimes consuming t e remains after the ceremony. This created a great interest in them among anthropologists around the world. In the late 1950's, a Danish anthropologist named Anton Svett visited Mexico and brought an Aztec sacrificial altar back to Denmark as an artifact. The following is his version of the incidents that followed, as told to the authorities of his country: He said that he was supposed to deliver the altar to a museum when he got back to Denmark, but for some unexplained reason he hid it in an abandoned farm house instead. He gave the museum some excuse as to why he didn't have the relic. The altar wasn't mu h to look at - merely a 2 foot square block of stone with a curved top that the victim was held down upon while his heart was cut out. Dr. Svett claimed that he was then possessed by Ancient Aztec demons to start performing human sacrifices! He says that once a month, his eyes would start to glow, his voice become low and raspy, and he knew that it was time to conduct a ritual. His first victim was a colleague, Dr. Moeller. Svett said he didn't remember much about the incident, except finding Moeller dead on the altar, his heart removed. He got rid of the body, and decided that his next victims should be anonymous so that he wou dn't be implicated. He remembered the next ceremony quite well. He overpowered some old vagrant in an alley (no one ever determined who he was) and brought him to the farmhouse. This time, to make the ceremony more authentic, he completely stripped the victim and dressed him only in a very brief loin covering, the fashion of the early Aztecs. There was no one to help him hold the old man down upon the altar, so cutting his heart out proved to be quite a chore (he found a solution to this problem the next time). It was a drawn out, gruesome, and painful affair. It took 10 minutes to ex-cardiate the man. To make the next ceremony even more authentic, he decided to DEVOUR the victim after the sacrifice, just as the early Aztecs had done! He went out "grocery shopping" in town one day to find a subject that would be meaty enough. While in a store, he spotte Ingrid Johansen, a 6'-1", 185 lb. track and field competitor. Svett was apparently impressed by the athelete's thick, muscular legs (Johansen was wearing shorts), but didn't think he would be able to overpower such a strong opponant. He waited outside in an alley with a bottle of chloroform. Back at the farm house, Johansen was put into the same loin garment as the previous victim, then draped over the altar. To keep her from struggling like the vagrant, however, her wrists were tied and fastened to the floor on one side of the altar, and the same was dome with her ankles on the other side. This put the victim into a very uncomfortable "arched" position, the curved portion of the altar pushing up into the small of her back. This was apparently the intent of the Aztecs, however. By having the victim's abdomen pushed up and rib cage angled bac , it was supposedly easier to reach inside the victim's chest and pull out the heart. He woke Johansen up and proceeded with the ritual. Despite his preparations, however, it took Svett just as long to harvest the heart this time as it did the last, probably due mostly to his insistance on using an authentic stone dagger. The unfortunate amazon was then put on a spit and placed over some h t coals. The cooking went on for hours, but in his crazed confession, Svett claims he was an attentive, conscientious chef, making sure his dinner guest was rotated and well buttered at all times. Yes, the cursed Dr. Svett was arrested about a month later when the police found Moeller's wallet and watch, and Johansen's garments and wedding ring all neatly piled in a drawer in his desk at the university. He blamed the whole incident on demonic posse sion by ancient Aztec spirits. He died of totally unexplained causes a week later!

Carrie - 10/09/00 16:35:43

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I was sleeping. He was sleeping. Yet we both woke up at the same time due to an eerie feeling that someone was in our room. It was an old cabin in northern Michigan, one which was used for hunting and fishing originally but was now rented by a friend o ours. We both sat up, and he asked me if someone was in the room. I couldn't see anyone, but I could FEEL someone there, and he said the same thing. There was a presence at the foot of the bed. I turned on the light, my heart pumping doubletime, but here was no one there-- that we could see. Neither of us slept well that night. In the morning, we asked our friend about the house. He said that it was very old, and had a lot of history, and had even been known to have a ghost or two. When he said t at, I looked at my boyfriend and he looked at me, and we both looked like ghosts--pale white. Our friend said he had heard odd noises in the cellar (eek! A cellar? How spooky!) but had never gone down there. Freaked both of us out!

jessica kay - 10/01/00 04:10:23
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The Last Life One day a group of 6 boys were walking down a dirt road miles away from home.As they were walking they heard strange noises coming from a neer bush! One of the boys went to investigate.The 1 boy was only feet away when he felt something grab his leg!He s remed as loud as he could.All the boys ran home !but the creature followed a boy names jim. he arrived home and held his back against the door as he locked it!then he took a deep breath!he went to the window next to the door and peered out!he saw nothing e thought it was just a prank played by the other boys!so he picked up the phone to call them!the line was dead.he stood there and was frightend.he put the phone down gentily!he heard the a loud noise up stairs ! He dared not to go up there !he was fright nd because his mother and father werent home.and his sister went out with her friends.he ran to the bathroom and locked the door behind him.he heard the creature run down and try to open the door.finally the creature got through the door. The next door na ibors hear loud screams and thought it was the kids having a party.so they call the police. when the police got there they found jim lieing on the floor his face was so scratched up the police could not recignize the boy.the floor was stained with blood.a d his stomoch had 5 large scratch marks on it and a long line of blood to the sisters room. the police made a acusion his sister.cause the blood was on her clothes and on her floor and bed.

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the blood spot - 06/16/00 23:14:29
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this happened at my uncels dads house you see its ver haunted.well on evening my aunt was cleaning the house.at the end of the stairway there was a blood stain.so my aunt got down on her knees and started to scrub.it took her an hour to get it up.so she g t up to wash her hands and put the bucket away.when she came back the blood spot returned right in frot of her eyes.it turns out before my uncels dad owned it a guy had and he shot him self in the head at that very spot.

- 05/28/00 17:02:20

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I only just momentarily remembered this experince as it has been hidden in my head for years. I was about 11 and had arranged to stay the night at my boy "freinds" house. We had gone out for a meal that night and I had always thought his family a little e centric (between u and me)but him, his suiblings and even his parents had told me about a strange ghost in there home, of course being the hard little sceptic of a child I was didn't beleive them. There house was completly isolated with the front doorof t e house on a side wall with a fence direcly opposite, a distance of only a few feet. No plant life or any where to walk, just the front door. That night sitting in his lounge with the whole family and me on the arm chair tilted toward the door and window he curtains where pulled tight with only a centimeter of space in the middle.We were watching a film and suddenly THUD,THUD,THUD up the staires but no one moved.Unless you've experienced it you will never how deep fear, actually hurts. I swear to this day my heart had stopped beating. I sat there thinking "For god sake how can you be so calm didnt you hear that!!!!??????. None of them moved I felt alone, in a warp, the boy just looked at his mum and carryed on watching the movie. Then out of the corner of y eye I saw a tiny sparkle of light. My eyes darted to the opening of the curtain and swoosh, the light zoomed from left to right. Then a minute later righ to left my eyes did not leave the gap and i'm sure dried up through fear of blinking. Then again an again faster and faster, flashing flashing flashing!!!!! Somebody look. Then the light was smaller, dimmer and further away and ran towards me kind of despretly trying to get in, or get help. I cannot explain what it felt like just unimaginable fear, lik someones got both hands around your neck, sustained, waiting to face oyur fate.Needless to say that night i slept in his sisters room with the light on. I haven't spoken of it since because people simply dont beleive me, beleive what you want, I dont no hat it was but i know it happened....

- 05/28/00 17:01:32

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feel this: You know that tingling you get on your spine when you are in a dark alley and you feel eyes on you? Or that chill on your neck in the cemetary at night. The goosebumps on your arms, the hairs you feel stand up, even where you didnt even know you had hair the scream in the back of your throat that just does not manage to surface for fear of being revealed. the lump in your throat when you know something is wrong. walking at night in the autumn, weather being perfect enough to go without a jacket, but still kinda cool. alone, dark, in a dimly-lit area away from anyone who can help you, and you begin to feel watched. tour feet pick up pace and you breathe heavy. s ddenly you realize that this is foolish and nobody is following you. but still ... you cant help but wonder.... you turn around and look out of the corner of you eye... just to be sure... nope, nobody there. ...or was there? I mean, you saw that shadow bu there was a bush or a tree or something and that might be what that shadow is, right? Well, lets just keep walking.... faster and faster because you are convinced by now that there actually is a psycho killer behind you on your heels and you wont turn ar und because he will get you. faster and faster... now you are almost at your destination and you suddenly begin to slow down because you have another attack of rationality and just turn around to prove yourself right.....and a pain in your gut suddenly pr ves you wrong.......that yes there was a bush and no you never saw a man but yes you did see his shadow behind the bush.you walked faster because your gut told you to and then your mind betrayed you.because of your logical, rational brain, you are now lyi g in a pool of blood on the wet grass, having never seen a man but did feel his knife enter your stomach and still you cannot scream because your brain betrayed you and is being stubborn. Oh, yeah, you will live, but someone thinks they just killed you an is walking slowly away and will never think of you again because they are too busy planning their next hunt. hey this was just off the top of my head. let me know what you think.

- 01/25/00 04:26:56

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Karen - 11/28/99 06:52:56

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John D. was prone to seizures, so even though he was 17, he was not allowed to drive. I would often see him walking along the dirt road that we lived on..no place was too far for him to walk. I worked second shift. It was bitterly cold and nearly midnight when I came upon John walking along. I thought that I would stop and run him on up the road to his house since it was so late and cold. I pulled up next to him and was reaching to roll dow the window when I remembered that he had died of an anyurism on the porch of the house across the road just 2 weeks prior. Man, I hightailed it on home! The next morning, in the safety of daylight, I drove by the spot again, looking for bushes or thing that would make me think I had seen John...but there was nothing. I honestly feel like I had been about to give a spirit a lift home!

- 10/12/99 22:27:25

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I know this may sound stupid but it really happened. I was in my bed with my dog and I heard someone call my name. I thought it was my mom at first but when I went up stairs it wasn't. I said, "Who's there?" No answer. I was worried it was a burglar so I ent to lock the doors, then I went down-stairs. I heard it again the next day at swim and I also heard a lot of dolfin squeaks when I was in the deep end. Lately I haven't heard anything.

annonymous - 10/10/99 19:36:28

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Ok so this might sound stupid but i'm convinced it happened and it really freaked me out. A lot of people do freak out at night when they're thinking about weird stuff but i know i saw this. I woke up and it was pitch dark but i saw a sort of faint whit light at the end of my bed. At first i thought it was a mind image but i saw a spirit. It wasn't like one of those ghosts that have chains or a sheet over there head but it was like a small image of a person in white rags, just sort of floating in mid ir. I froze and pulled the covers over my head. It was an experience that turned my blood cold.

Linda Blairy Eyed - 09/25/99 05:49:12

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The following is a true story! When I was sixteen, I experienced a phenomenon like no other. Well maybe we have! Have you ever heard of the movie the Excorcist? I believe this movie was based on a true story,probably not the story I'm about to tell you but just as strange. Well her goes, hold on to your Sealy Postropedic! I was sixteen years of age and like most teens I knew, we were all into the Zodiac and if we heard an unbelievable story,we were so gullable and superstitious we would definetly believe anything! It was just a regular evening,nothing odd or strange ha occurred that night and I probably went to bed listening to my sterio,possibly WNEW or WBLS. (These stations are probably a mystery in itself!) I must have fell asleep about 1:00 or 2:00 AM., when I somehow knew that someone was in my room! Even though I was sleeping it's like you know a person is stairing at you and there,s no one around but you don't question how you feel because it's like one of the last extra senses that we have left from all our evolving. Besides which I am a very,very light sleeper! Of course I thought I was dreaming! Until, I opened my eyes! I was definitely and completely awake, yet, I could not believe my eyes. I was totally horizontal, no different then when I had fallen asleep except that I was about 3 feet off the bed and I could not move! The first thing I did when I got my bearings of the whole situation was to pull myself down almost expecting to hit the bed with a thump! You know, for less than a second I must have thought that " Oh Yeah! This stuff always happens to me, ll I have to do is wake up and I'll be lying down normally", but that's not what happened! When I realized this was no dream I tried to pull myself down with my arm but my arm would not move. Then I tried my legs and they wouldn't budge. I also found that I could not move my head nor any other part of my body! Now, I was really, really scared to death! My parents slept right across the hall and my little brother's room was right next to mine and I tried to scream. I tried,and I tried,and I tried to make a noise of some kind but because I was so frozen with fright I could not utter a word! Finally, I man ged to get the word MOM out and I sounded like a mouse! Well, as soon as I realized I could speak I started screaming louder and louder until I managed to wake the entire house and the first to coming running was of course my MOM! Unlike the obvious and w at most people think, the opposite did happen! When my mother entered my bedroom she found me levitating over my bed and all I remember her saying was "Oh,my God!","Oh,my God!" All I could think of was "I don't think God is here right now!" She saw it! It wasn't in my head! I wasn't dreaming! But no sooner did she witness the eery phenomenom,then my body relaxed and landed right back on my bed! I was histerical and I jumped out bed faster than you could say "What the Hell?", Sorry to be so explicit but you had to be there!! Anyway I hugged my MOM and she hugged me back. I don't think we spoke for about 5 or 10 whole minutes. I finally asked my MOM "What happened to me?" "What was it?" "Who was it?" and I definitely did not want to sleep in my room for quite awhile, if yo know what I mean! There was no explaination for any of it! No one had appeared, I didn't turn into Reagan in the movie the Excorcist, I didn't hear any voices and I didn't throw up any pea soup! But what happened did happen and to this day if I were to a k my MOM about it she would lower her head and shake it and sigh. Finally she will tell you that that evening was the strangest night of her life! And neither my mother nor I can quite explain what it was that actually took place. If it was an Evil Force f some kind no one in my family will speak of it in that vein for fear that the Evil Entity might show it's ugly head again! I do however, remember telling our family docter about it and he said that what happened to me could very possibly have been that I in fact was suffering from SEVERE FATIGUE! Our family docter pointed out that when teenagers don't get enough sleep the can suffer from fatigue and quite possibly at times can even tend to hallucinate. The only problem with that hypothesis is that my mother saw the entire thing happen!!!!!!!!!!! I am now 42 years of age and have a 19 year old daughter and nothing too strange has happened in my life since! But you never know! When you least expect it, when you think that all in your life is peaceful and happy and you don't have a care in the w rld. When all that is surrounding you is perfect. Then,stop for a minute and seriously think............! Was that my husband who was talking in his sleep? or Was that my son who just ran down the hall? or Who was just holding my hand in bed? Was there someone looking at me from that dark corner in my room? When things go bump in the night don't take them for granted Just,........DON'T FALL ASLEEP!............WHAT EVER YOU DO DON'T EVER FALL ASLEEP! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HAPPY, HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Linda Blairy Eyed - 09/25/99 02:58:18

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The following is a true story!

Tie Bowle - 05/28/99 23:43:26

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- 05/20/99 19:55:56

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Michael - 04/15/99 18:16:22
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When I was growing up, the biggest treat of the year was to stay for a couple of weeks wih my aunt and uncle in rural Tennessee. Especially when i was 9 years old and upwards, my uncle and many of their neighbors would always tell the best ghost or as the called them "haint tells". I was a very easy kid to spook, but loved every tale they would tell me. The story in particular that was told I alway thought was just a deterent for keeping kids out of this old rickety house, little did I know and would find out later when i was older, it has some truth to it. About a mile down from where my aunt and uncle lived at was an old two story farm house built in the 10's to the 20's. It had been abandoned for years, long before I was born. Anyway the story went as such: In this old farm house a man and his wife lived. The man was well known as a heavy drinker and a general all around sinner. He refused to attend church on Sundays with his wife saying religion was for women. The time came for him to die in the 50's. While he was laying on his death-bed, it is said he sa bolt up-right in his bed and became desperate and frantic, A wild look on his face and began screaming that the pit of hell was yawning open for him. He later began running around his room trying to get away from the demon which had come to claim his sou , they said he dug huge gashes in the wall trying to cling on for life so the devil would not take him to hell. He most certainly did not die easy. It also stated when he died, his wife heard a wild demonic laugh coming from her husbands room. The wife la er moved out of the house and in with her daughter, the house was never occupied again from that point. Many of the people that lived around the house swore for years after that you could hear this mans desperate fingers clawing and digging into the plast r, screaming and begging for someone to help him, followed by the same demonic laugh that ended the whole scenario. My cousin and I had been frightened by this story for years since we were kids. When I had turned 21 and was about to move to Atlanta, I asked my cousin if he believed that story, he said he was unsure, so as any curious group of brave 21 year olds would o we went to visit my aunt, and asked her if she thought it would be alright if we could stay in that old house. Other than repeating that the house was haunted and unsafe, if we felt brave enough we could go down and see for ourselves. Off we went, when e arrived at the house, we carefully inspected the entire outside and inside in the fading light, sure that there was no way one could play a trick on us, we sat on the floor in the front room just off from the stairway that led to the bed rooms upstairs. The room the man had supposedly died in was directly above us and had been sealed shut years before. We settled back with a latern and deck of cards to pass the time. We had little time to wait. After the sun had set, we began hearing a slight scratch in he room above us, very faint, we dismissed this as two paranoid minds and went back to our game, however the scratching became increasingly louder. It was terrifying! Steps could be heard in the room above followed by the sounds of plaster being dug into y frantic fingers and a faint wailing. My cousin and I were completely convinced at this point that the spirit of this poor tourtured man still occupied his room upstairs, yet we could not move, we were glued to the spot in the floor where we stood almost as though something were holding us. I would have left at the beginning but it was as though we had to hear the entire show play out. The scratching and moaning continued for a few more minutes and abruptly ended followed by the most blood chilling evil l ugh that sometimes I can still hear. If there were a hell, then that is the voice of hell! When the laughter ceased, we were able to run, I told my cousin later, I could hear that laugh echoing in my head for many minutes after we had left that house,(and our lantern and cards might I add) but nothing could have kept me there either of us for that matter. I was never a firm believer in things of this nature,however that night I believed. A few years ago the house burned to the ground, but still the people f that area swear that the laghter of the demon or whatever could still be heard, i do believe them though and really don't need any real confirmation on this . I should point out the room we were in became very chilly during the whole incedent. i have on y spoken to my cousin about the incedent once since it happened back in '91, he remembers every detail of what happened as do I, and says that any nightmare he now has includes that laugh. Since then I have never had another experience with the spirit wor d, I hope I never do.

- 11/16/98 21:33:57

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megan tyndall - 10/31/98 16:34:08

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tiffany turner - 10/29/98 15:46:00

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THere is a story of a girl who bought a car the color of dried blood. The car was fine until a strange smell came over the car. She look in the mirror and screamed for there on the middle of the mirror was two red eyes and the most horrorfying grin she h d ever seen. It grabed her and pulled her back with it.There was a scream and nothing else. You finish the story.

10/15/98 10:28:09

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Just surfing. Thanks.

- 10/06/98 19:58:19

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Night's Wind - 09/27/98 23:05:11
My Email:eddie@csranet.com

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(an old radio station) 'And this is Gary signing off for the night, pleasent dreams every one". "wheh,what a day,(crackle)"what, who's there"? "Boy I must be so tired I'm hearing things".This coffee should do the trick,owww hot,hot"!!!!(sssssssssss)"Now know I heard that.Is there someone there"? "Man, I need to get away for awhile".(noooooooooooo) "Oh no you don't,you ain't gonna SCARE me away"!!!!"I'll leave on my own free will,so just stop making these noises,it ain't gonna work"!!!!!!(staaaayyyyyy)"? ???????" This ain't right, it just ain't right"."Man this bed feels just right tonight,(thump)(thump)(thump) "Ok,Ok who's there, show yourself!!!!!!!!! (swooooosh)"Damn that was cold, what are you, a spirit lost or something"??? (help me)"Help you with wh t"????? (swooooosh) "Now look,you'd better stop swooshing past my head or I'll lay the smack down on you with the peoples fly swatter"!!!"Tell me how can I help you"? (play my request noooowwwww)"!!!!!!!!" "A ghost wants to request a song"???"If I play it will you leave me alone"?? (plaaayy ITTT) "What a pushy little spirit"."What is your request"?(Highway to hell)"What"!!!!! "Are you trying to tell me your on your way to hell"??(yeeeessss) He played the song, and continues to play that song for every ghos that swooooshes past his head, cause if he didn't He would be on the highway to HELLLLLL!!!!!HA!HA!HA!

Violet Gomez - 09/18/98 19:44:01
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My mother told me a story I will never forget. It was about eight years ago when it happened. I was young. I didn't understand the thrill, the horror, the comfort of it all. My mother worked as a house keeper in a nice home not far from where we lived. She was working at this home and she was there alone, in the kitchen, chopping carrots. It was a normal day, nothing bizarre had occurred. I was at school enjoying the fr lic of youth...without realizing that something was keeping my mother company. She heard it. Something. Walking. She stopped and listened, not frighten yet, just curious. It was coming from the basement. The footsteps. She could hear them clearly as if they walked on wooden steps. She felt weak and her fears crept upon he like a baby for his bottle. She grabbed a knife and walked. Walked. Walked. Towards the basement steps. Nothing was stopping her, yet she couldn't move. Slowly opening the door, feeling a dread so profound and deep and lost, she looked inside. Nothing. The steps were empty...like her heart from the fright. She walked backed to the kitchen, feeling uneasy for the rest of the day. At home, she recounted this story to my father and me. I don't recall exactly how I felt but I do remember my mind exploding with images of whiteness and somber shadows spreading before my eyes. I couldn't believe what I had heard. And the story got more intriguing. My father looked at my mother...almost blankly, this I remember. He told a story of him being by himself at work...and feeling like someone had pulled his shirt from behind. He jumped. He looked. No one was the e. The steps my mother had heard were REAL steps...like walking on a wooden stair case. What baffled her, shocked her, and scared her, was the fact that the steps to the basement were carpeted. No steps could possibly be heard...walking, walking, like on a wooden staircase. The phone rang. A day later. The news came like a wave from the waters of Hell...My grandmother had died...the day before. The utter disbelief was not her death (may the lord hold her soul in happiness), but the conclusion that both my parents made .. The steps. The pulling of the shirt. It was my grandmother saying good-bye.

Kari - 09/13/98 14:54:43
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One night I was watching tv in my bed and I heard this really loud noise so loud you could hear it at the other end of the house perfect but it was loudest in my room.anyway i was shaking by then so I ran down my longggg hall till I reached the kichion I tarted yelling mommy,mommy I heard this noise she thoght I was playing then she heard it and her face changed we walked though the halls and got the baseball bat and started lurking ready to strike but we never found any thing and yea it could have been a animal,or someone.but the weaid thing was the phone was busy I tried to call everyone but it was busy.

Lori Bruland - 09/10/98 00:49:17
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This is one of the truest stories you will ever read. The date today is 9-9-98. I will begin. About 2-3 weeks ago my Friend Ashley was going to come over after school. I was cleaning the house (I didn't go to school that day), and suddenly the vacumm cleaner turned on by it's self. I didn't really notice it. I had stacked face cleaner (ozy) on top of each other, but evreytime i would leave the room the top ozy had fallen off, or pushed off? I kept stacking it on each other. Ashley finally came over, we hung out, and then we decided to play with the Quija Board. We started playing, and I asked if a host had turned on the vacumm cleaner. It replied yes. I asked if it was trying to help, it also responded yes. I asked it's name. It said TARA. We asked where she was from, REDDING. We asked how old she was, 16. And we finally asked, How did you die, WAT R. About 2 days later I had found out a girl named Tara was missing. She was 16, and from Redding. Since then more and more weird stuff has been happening. I am afraid to tell the police, they will eaither think I am crazy, or if they find her dead in som sort of water, they will think I did it? I don't know what to do. So as soon as TARA SMITH is found from REDDING, CA, and had passed away in some sort of water related acsident, remeber, Quija are real. If not, then it must be fake.

- 02/06/98 05:49:28

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This is a story about two college girls living in a dorm. One of them decided to spend a night at her boyfriends house. About 2:00 that night she remembered that she had left something very important in her room, so she returned to the dorms. In order ot to wake her roommate, she decided not to turn on the lights. She got what she came for and spent the rest of the night at her boyfriends. When she returned to the dorm, the place was surrounded by cops. She found out from one of them that her roomma e had been murdered the night before. However, they wanted her to look at a cryptic message that the murderer had left. Upon entering the room she found written on the miror "Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the lights?"

Yukon - 10/31/97 17:50:08
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Tonight, you shall walk in the night, think not of the shadows surronding you, even though within them may lurk a dark and terrifing soul. If you stare into the shadows do you see it? The subtle shifting of its form? The arms reaching out to embrace you and suck your life away. Fear for Evil stalks this night, give up your heartfelt prayers that you do not see the menace stalking into your life!

Tiago BenZinho - 10/30/97 19:48:17
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After watching "The Shining" and "The Exorcist", till 4:30 a.m. I knew That could sleep so I lay down in bed and I start to read "Clavin and Hobbes" to cool me up. But that wasn�t enough, I hear noises and stuff, and was starting to panic, I was out of my body. But them I hear something like a scream outsidde, I said to myself I have to check it out, or I won�t survive this night of such a huge fear. I went outside with my flashlight. I coulnd�t believe it, it had no batteries. But I continue my search anyway. I saw a dog but it be that thing, then I hear another scream this one was more agressive and it looked like it was coming from the forest. I he itait, but if I went this far I would have to on. I couldn�t see anything, I have to croll, and my hands were starting to bleed. Then I saw light. It was a fire from a camp . MY GOOD!! There were bodies all over the place it was horrible. Blood and more blood. Then I saw a book called "Satan�s Biblie". It was opened in the section of spiritual possessions. Was that the answer to the dead bodies? It couldn�t tell. The bodies have been cut, probably with an axe. But were was it, and killed all this people. As the minute as I said that. A 21 year old boy came to me with an axe to kill me. I was in panic I couln�t move. I fall down, closed my eyes and pray to god. Then I opened my eyes, and I was back at my room full of "Clavin and Hobbes" books all over me. hen I saw the book of the camp and it was just opened on the same section: spritual posessions. My god, was it real or nightmare? or was I posessed by some paranormal activity? I lead the answers to you.......................................

Renee - 10/29/97 08:44:51
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Sitting her now,in the early hours of dawn,I can still recall a odd event that happened in the Winter of "90" At this time I was only 17 yrs.old a senior in High School. On this one particular evening I recall telling my mom that I was going to drive dow to the local 7-11 to buy us a pop and get a bag of popcorn. I had decided to stay home and read this evening,so of course I would need junk food. Before I left I put the book I was reading down on our dining room table. Fifteen minutes later when I re urned,I went to get my book and couldn't find it. I asked my mom who was taking a bath if she had put it anywhere. She informed me that since she was afraid of scary things she didn't want to look at the book,so had put it on our staircase with my folde laundry. I went to go get it and there just wasn't a book on any of the stairs. Me and my mom searched the entire house for this book,to no avail,(my mom thought I was just trying to scare her)needless to say this freaked us both out and I decided to sl ep downstairs on the couch. At about 2:00 a.m me and my mom were both awoke by a loud thump. We raced upstairs to find my book laying on the top of my dresser. To this day I will never forget that incident as it was quite unusual. My mom won't even tal about it as it scares her even more than me.......Because of several incidents like these I have come to conclusion that young people are more suceptible to strange activity.

WOLFMAN - 10/28/97 21:19:33
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It was a night just like any other night. My parents were out of town, and I had a friend spend the night. Now, I have always had an interest in Ouja boards and the supernatural. We decided to contact the other side that night, so I brought out my Ouja board. We came in contact with a spirit named Braba. It turns out that she use to be a witch. Braba was burned at a stake in 1800's. Well, I decided to resurect her from the dead. I asked her how can we bring you back into this life? She said to lit a cadle and make a sacrafice. My friend and I looked at each other, and said, "A scarafice?!" We decided to a bug (I know, I know it's a little corny, but we weren't about to kill a human). We took the bug and put it into the lit candle. The flame st rted turn different colors and circling around. This really freaked out! We ask Braba what to do next. She for me to close my eyes and relax. We asked her about what time she would arrive. She said at twelve 'o clock. It was about ten 'o clock. I s ut my eyes and fell into a trance like state. After awhile I started feeling really weird, I became frightened. I tried to open my eyes, but it was difficult. I kept hearing this voice saying not yet, not yet. I tried to move but I was frozen. I rem mber thinking oh god what have I done! Please god help me! After what seemed to be a long struggle, I finally managed to open my eyes. I turned and looked at the clock. It was five minutes till twelve. We tried to contact Braba on the Ouja board, but here was no answer. I looked at my friend in terror and said, "I bet she's pist at me!" At exactly twelve 'o clock the phone rang. I looked at my friend and asked if I should answer it. He said I should. I picked up the phone answered hello. No answer ame from the phone and they hung up. We tried again to contact Braba on the Ouja board, and this time she answered. I asked her if that was her that called, of course the answer was yes. Since that day I haven't used my Ouja board, and I am not sure I ill ever use it again. This is a true story.

bekella - 10/26/97 07:25:17

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When I was in high school my friends and I loved to talk on ouija boards and visit "haunted" places. Ofcourse nothing ghostly ever happened to us on our many adventures. One of my friends claimed she lived in a house that was haunted and used to tell us the happenings in her house. I was truly fascinated my her stories. She told that her house was haunted by a woman who was killed by her drugged up son. She claimed that she discovered this information from old articles of our local paper. Indeed this house gave me a creepy feeling. It was very old, with the high ceilings and fireplaces in each room. I was not sure whether I was just creeped out because of the stories my friend had told or because something was actually there. Although this "ghost", who my friend called Ms. Wilder, was not mean or evil, she just let my friend know that she was not the only one living there in the house. Anyway, one night we had a slumber party at this friend's house and we watched "The Exorcist" and got ourselves sc red. We then went to bed. Ofcourse I couldn't sleep, in part because of the movie and the rest because I was scared of Ms. Wilder showing up. Finally I fell asleep. In the morning when I woke up it was really cold in her bedroom, so cold that we could s e our breath. Sometime during the night the fire had burned out. We all got up and sat in our sleeping bags, because it was so cold in this room. Someone got out the oujia board and we started talking on it. I was watching two of my other friends, one of which was my friend who lived in the house. They we trying to call Ms. Wilder on the oujia board. Finally they got "Her" to come on and talk. Another one of my friends was just talking and telling us that this was bullshit and she did not believe it was Ms. Wilder and that Ms. Wilder was not real and that she could not do anything. She told Ms. Wilder to do something if she was really there. All of the sudden an electric typewriter on the other side of the room, which by the way was unplugged with he cord lying beside it on the table, started typing real fast. Needless to say, we all got the hell out of that room and waited outside until our moms came to pick us up. We have all talked about it and tried to explain it to ourselves logically, but a l we can come up with is that it was just Ms. Wilder.

Foxglove - 10/21/97 12:16:27
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Believe it or not, I lived on an Elm St. across the street from an old OLD graveyard. If you don't buy it, go to Waynesville, Missouri (outside of Fort Leonard Wood Army base) and find the house #203 Elm St. You'll see it. The graveyard was very strange a d my friends and I felt compelled to check it out daily. My new house, 203 of course, had a very strange feeling. One that struck everyone in the house. Even visitors. Especially visitors. People would come in and ask if the place was haunted. The graveyard across the street was very small and about the size of a small parking lot, so I doubt it inspired much to their questions. The house just didn't seem *right*. For ome strange reason I noticed that there was a basement hole in the garage and on the side of the house. Only the doors were taken off and it was packed in dirt. That I found particularly odd. Then, after staying there past a month, I was beginning to cha ge myself. I believe this was due to the atmosphere of the house. It appeared a cheerful picturesque large home, one story, but extended about 2-rooms width with two driveways. One entire half of the house was a very large room, instead of normal walls, i had two glass doors leading to the second driveway and an alcove outside to our front yard. The rest of the walls were large picture windows and small little windows. It had a kitchenette, a bathroom right outside the room door, and a gas heater (which once singed my hair when I sat in the middle of the room) installed in a wall. The terrain of my entire yard and the surrounding neighbor's yards looked like that of the graveyard, small mounds. It was unsettling. There was a very large and twisted oak tree outside a picture-window-wall in the large room, it's shadow looked like a sentinel at night, the shape of a man. It often got my imagination working and I was constantly in fear. My friends and I started wearing all black, people called us Satanists. We were outcasts. Most of our time was spent in that large room in my house and in the graveyard, sitting on tombstones and talking about morbid things. Eventually, we decided it was time to check out the house for spirits. The feeling of being watched and stalked pervaded the entire house, but particularly that large extension of it. Friends would leave early from parties, people would sit in the driveway at night instead of in the room to talk, People steered away from it. The doors would open and close themselves and sometimes slam shut. Once I had a red candle in a valentine's day candleholder I had bought for my mom sitting on the endge and center of the livingroom mantle. One night I woke up very thirsty and for some odd reason I went to the kitchen on the exact opposite edge of the house to get a drink instead of to my personal bathroom outside my large picture-window bedroom. I looked at the clock and it read about midnight. Sounds cliche, huh? As I started to the kitchen I looked at the mantle, I felt compelled to look. For some reason I was instinctually *afraid* to look over there so I did anyway. That red candle's holder was tipped over right where it had stood at the front and center of the mantle. The candle itself was at the back of the mantle leaning against a painting, only it was more to the left and about 2 feet from where I had originally put it. The odd thing was, it's shape had changed from a long slender straight candle to a snake-like shape. Like wavey. Dramatically and noticeably changed! My friends, my mother, no one could explain it. It was just another weird thing about the house. My sister, older than I was, 15 or 16, would sleep in another room away from my bedroom for fear of it some nights. We'd share the twin bed a bedroom away from my bedroom, unable to sleep. We also had horrible nightmares, the entire family fought like animals, and my sister and I thought frequently that we could see the "sillouettes" or opaque shadows walking through the house and sometimes touching our shoulders or hair. They were disturbing. So my best friend and I decided to find out the history of this strange house. I discovered that a very large cemetery in the same town was erected around 1931, when the gravestones, very much like and almost identical to the gravestones of the little graveyard on Elm St., pre-dated the date the graveyard was erected. I figured they moved some coffins, but then the picture of the mound-like yards of the area around the graveyard came to mind. So did the dirt-packed cellar. Maybe they didn't move anything except for sewer lines and tunnels and piping? I decided to delve further into this. I found out many ghost stories from the neighbors about my house on Elm St. I talked to people that lived there before me. I found out from my best friend that a lady that once lived at my house was once treated at the psychiatric clinic my friend's mother worked at. She had carpeted the driveway at one time and added the extended room to the house. She went insane and died of a heart attack or something like that, she was very old. We think she may have died in my old bedroom. One person I grew up with and knew from church as a child, Ricky, told me at one of my parties, that he was among the many friends of mine that moved into the house. He told me he knew why the cellar was packed with dirt. One day when he was out playing at friend's house , he was about 8 yrs old at the time, it had rained really hard. And in Waynesville, with a river running through the town, the county dubbed "Tornado County", a flood was not uncommon. He came hom just after the rain stopped and there was machinery in his lawn and a couple police cars, right out in the front yard. They were checking out the entrance to the cellar on the side of the house. His mom was on the lawn looking on and waiting for him. She had overnight clothes ready and everything, she said she just called his friend's parents and instructed him to stay the night at his friend's house that night. She wouldn't tell him what all the people were doing in the yard and around the cellar. She sent him on his way. A few years later, she finally told him that the dirt cellar had flooded, someone had forgotten to shut the outside doors to the cellar and it flooded. Bodies came up, and splintered, warped coffins did too. Old and decayed. The police had come and the door wasn't big enough to pull everything out. No one could go down in the dark water underneath the house, so they had resorted to burying it all with dirt. They brought over a truckful of dirt and began working on it for a few weeks. He had not been allowed to bother anyone with questions. They left them under my house. Of course I had to believe him, no one knew about the dirt-packed cellar entrances in the garage and on the side of the house except for my best friends and my family. I guess they relocated the tombstones, but not the bodies and coffins they didn't have to to build the neighborhood. The graveyard DEFINITELY predates the neighborhood. From the late 16th century to early 20th century. There were even a couple new graves. I saw a couple funerals there. Strange someone would want to be buried there. Soon, as my two best friends stayed over every time they had a chance, we made Ouija boards (yeah, I know) and were just *glued* to them in that bedroom. We held (some comical) conversations with supposed spirits, though to this day my friends swear they never moved the homemade planchet. We held seances in the middle of the room, none were truly convincing. The only convincing feeling was we all thought of a little boy in a suit. A ghost. Hmm. There's a haunted house for you. It freaked me out. I moved in with my dad in Ohio after living in the house a few months, I went back to my old normal self, my friends did too, my mom & sis immediately moved out of that house after I moved in with my dad. They hated it there. It was me that insisted we stay there all the time. Though why I can't understand myself. It has a *magnetism*. There you have it. -Foxglove, age 18 & 10 months, who visits the house everytime she goes home to visit her mom and old friends in Waynesville, Missouri.

Sammi - 10/09/97 17:53:18

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Once when I was fourteen, my friend and I were playing with a Ouija Board (I know, I know!). We sat in my bedroom with the board on the bed, and a huge walnut dresser faced us at the foot of the bed. It had a mirror than ran along the entire width of it and of course we could see ourselves in it. After goofing off for about an hour with the board, the pointer suddenly started to zip around the board really fast. It started spelling out "Help me" over and over again. We began to get scared so we took our hands of the pointer, and the mirror on the dresser began to shake! It shook harder enough that it was banging on the wall behind it. We ran out of the room then, and both of us were too scared to sleep in there that night. We spent the night on th fold out sofa in the livingroom.

Nicole - 09/30/97 20:40:50
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The story begins last year with a temp. Her name was Juliet and she filled for someone I work with. We got to talking one day and I learned Juliet is a witch and psychic, as well. We started to talk about all the different places we've lived in the cit and we discovered she had lived at my friends Amy's old apartment right before Amy had lived there. Juliet asked me if I had ever been to the apartment and I told her yes, but not often, as I always felt very strange there. I didn't tell her why I felt strange there, but the story she told me certainly explained alot. The apartment was not in good shape...the doors looked like that had been torn off the hinges at least once and there was a warped closet in the hallway that always looked like someone ha been trying to pound there way out of it and the bathroom floor seemed like it was about fall through. Apparently, Juliet and her infant son moved in and about a week later, she began seeing two little children following her around the apartment everywhere. She didn't think anything of it, as the children were not malicious and did nothing but follow her. In time, she began to hear the children shouting and the sound would always come from a closet in the hallway. She began to hear pounding coming from the closet as well. The strange thing is that the children would never follow her into the bathroom. uliet was relieved at this as she had no desire to do her business in front of two ghostly children. About six months after moving in, Juliet got curious and started asking around the neighborhood if anyone knew anything about her apartment building. One neighbor who had lived there all her life had quite a story to tell. About ten years prior a mother and her two children moved into the building...it was a house back then. The mother was abusive and used to lock her two children up in a closet for days (I can only assume she meant the hall closet that looked beaten on). One day the mother just snappe and drowned her children in the bathtub. Juliet asked if the neighbor had any newspaper clippings from the accident and the neighbor didn't, but sent her to the local paper. The paper had clippings and Juliet saw the two children in her apartment on th front page with the article about their mother killing them. Juliet got her coven together and they cleansed the house, not wanting the ghosts to have to remain there, and after that she never saw them again.