Spooky!

[Scritzy]

My friend who committed suicide appeared to me a few hours after she died to tell me she was well.

And of course, I dreamed about Cindy after she died, which resulted in my starting the Cindy Project.

[Suze]

I've seen people in dreams before, and had "passed" critters show up when I've been sad. 

My little dog Brandy came to me one night, thunked my bedroom door open (it is a sliding door)and came up on the bed and just snuggled.  I thought that I was dreaming it, but when I got up in the morning the door was open and I had shut it tight the night before.

[Clara Bow]

I have heard about the haunting in the Masquerade, not to mention other bizarre tales from there...

[Sandi Papaya]

Nothing to see here. Move along.

[Suze]

I was spending the night at a girlfriends one time and I woke up in the middle of the night to little feet walking up my leg to my chest.  No real biggie as she had a cat named Spookie at the time. (And it WAS his couch)

I didn't really open my eyes and told Spook that if you stay there and I roll over you are going to hit the floor.  Well cat settled in and I reached up to snuggle and while the weight was still there, no cat was there. So being the person that I am asked it to please leave. Footprints down my leg and a plop on the floor.

Girlfriend told me that it was most likely King, a big white cat they used to have.  She showed me a pic but since I hadn't "seen" him I couldn't tell if it was him or not.  But apparently he shows up to pass judgement on anyone in the house and I "passed" since he wanted to sleep on me.

Another time at her house we were working on some craft project in the kitchen (which is small) and she put a sewing box on top of the stove
I watched her put her hand on the burners of the electric stove, flat down.  Her folks had not been home so the stove had not been turned on. (and the controls were above the stovetop, not on the front) I also watched here make sure the burners were not on.

A little while later I smelled something and the burner was red hot and the box was melting !

One burner was on full blast.

and the dog was barking a bark I have never heard from her before (She is a border collie, mostly. and she has a whole range of barks) It was the eat you alive bark.

There was someTHING in that house that night and between her and I we broke several crystals slaming a "go away" around the house. 

It is weird - I can almost act like a storage battery for her.  talk about draining

we didn't do much else that night, I even took a nap before I could drive home.

Suze

[Miss Misery]

The house I lived in before moving to my apartment was haunted by the previous owner's husband. His name is Charlie and he died from cancer in the master bedroom. *Everyone* in my family has had some kind of encounter with him--feeling him get on the bed when no one else was in the house, being bumped into, hearing him whisper your name, etc. Some people have reported seeing Charlie and asking who the man in the baseball hat was (we later learned that when Charlie was undergoing chemo, he wore a baseball hat to hide his bald head).

Somewhere along the line a ghost cat came along. Around Christmas 2001, I had my own little encounter with ghost kitty. I was getting ready for bed and one of our (living) cats was in there. She had been in there all day so I put her out back and went to bed. I'm laying there trying to go to sleep when I feel a cat jump on the bed. I heard a little kitty trill and felt the little paws walk up to me. Thinking one of the cats must have been hiding in there (it's happened before) I reach out to get the cat and felt nothing. But there's a cat on my bed, I can hear it purring! Where is it? I turn on the light and *nothing* is there.

Eek!

My dad has said he's been visited by ghost kitty too.

Ghost kitty visited me a few more times.

[Musicwoman]

The night after my husband died, his mother had a dream about him where he spoke to her, apologised for some stuff that had happened between them, and said goodbye.  Nothing wierd there, she knew he was dead.  Except...

...she saw him clean shaven in her dream.  For virtually all his adult life he'd worn a long, full beard (think Grizzly Adams).  He'd shaved it off 4 days before he died, and she didn't know that. 

We both consider it a visitation, because if it was "just a dream" she would have seen him with the beard she was accustomed to, not the smooth shave she didn't even know about.

[Clearbrite]

I haven't got any spooky stories to tell or share.I can't say i've ever seen anything spooky,or felt as if a house has been haunted etc. I would love to though..just to know if its all 'true' or not.

But i did find some sites to visit though about ghosts/hauntings/spooky things here in Australia, Monte Cristos being the most famous for hauntings/ghosts etc,with the Quarantine station a close 2nd. 'The Rocks' in Sydney,is full of history(and ghosts?)too..one of the 1st places white settlement took place in Australia.I can only imagine what all those convict English people got up to!


http://www.ghosttours.com.au
http://www.destinytours.com.au/
http://www.ghost-tours.com.au/
http://www.lizvincenttours.com.au/
http://www.paranormalaustralia.com/tours/
http://www.haunted.com.au/ghosttour.html
http://www.bcl.com.au/sydney/tours/ghost_tours.htm
http://www.portarthur.org.au/pashow.php?ACTION=Public&menu_code=300.300.500.400
http://www.montecristo.com.au/mctour.html
http://www.manlyquarantine.com/Tours.htm
http://192.148.120.24/parks.nsf/parkContent/N0039?OpenDocument&ParkKey=N0039&Type=xo
http://www.godo.com.au/activities/tours/ghost-tours/
http://www.totaltravel.com.au/travel/tas/launceston/launceston/attractions/tours/launcestonghost
http://www.bluemountainswonderland.com/client_detail.php?id=325&type_id=3




There are others..but that will do for now!!*L*
Enjoy

Clare
:0)

[blue2000]

I have to tell you one other good ghost story because it's actually etiquette-related.

My grandmother died while we were out of the country, and my dad went back alone to attend her funeral.
At some point, she had told him she didn't want him to send flowers to her funeral - she thought it was a waste of money.

He forgot.
And sent a nice, big bouquet.

He told us later that for three nights afterwards, his bed shook violently all night long, and all he could do was lay in the middle saying "Sorry, Mother, I'm so sorry" over and over for the whole night.

And the moral of the story? Manners apply to beings in all dimensions, in other words, don't tick off the dead.

[Bijou]

My friend's little boy used to talk about a man named Charlie.  He said the man lived in their attic.  One day they were driving through a neighboring town and the child pointed out a house and said "Charlie used to live there."  My Dad was raised in that little town and one day I asked him who lived in that little house on the corner..."Oh, that was old Charlie so-and -so..." he said.  Brrrrr!  I wish I would have thought at the time to find out the history of my friend's house.  Maybe Charlie lived there, too.  (our towns are so close that the kids all go to the same high school).

I once saw my deceased aunt, who was also my Godmother, sitting at the desk in my living room.  She appeared to still, like a photograph, and was looking up at someone that I sensed was my Dad, also deceased.  I have heard that there can be moments captured in time that just emerge sometimes, but she had never did sit at that desk.

My kids used to talk about a man with a red beard being in our house.  I never did see him, but they all used to come screaming in the night into my room and all jump on the bed, clamoring to hide under the covers.  It took me all day to recover from being jarred out of a dead sleep by six shreiking kids!

[Tabris]

I have a great sense of direction. If I've been someplace once, I can find it again. Keep this in mind.

In grad school, I moved off-campus into a house for one semester that was owned by a professor and his slightly crazy wife, whom I later learned was alcoholic and a yard saler who collected lots of stuff. They owned a bunch of animals that wandered freely, and one cat loved to sit on me whenever I made a lap or laid down.

In this house, I never could get my sense of direction straight. I lived there for 14 weeks, and I never knew what I was going to see when I looked out any of the windows. Including my bedroom window. Right--every morning, I was surprised when I looked out the window and could see the driveway beneath my window because I was sure it should be facing the street.

One morning I awakened with Buttons the cat sleeping on my chest while I laid on my back. I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep...and then Buttons leaped up, completely bottle-brushed, hissing, staring right over my head at the corner of the bed.

There was nothing there! And then, after a moment or two, still staring there, Buttons settled back on my chest and stayed right there.

Later on a friend said, "I think that cat saw whatever was in the house confusing you." Brr!

----

Two years ago I saw a neat gravestone in a cemetery I pass on a regular basis. I decided to photograph it, so one day I managed to remember to bring my camera, and I took the baby and went into the cemetery.

THe insant I drove through the gates, I had no idea where I was or which direction I needed to go in order to get to the gravestone. The cemetery is laid out on a corner, so all I had to do was proceed to the center and make a left and go to the end gate. But it was very. hard. to. concentrate. I had no idea how to do this.

Eventually I got there. I took a picture of the gravestone, then stepped past what should ahve been another grave (no stone) to take a picture of a stone at that grave. And when I did, my camera went haywire and started beeping (digital) and after several seconds, it shut itself off.

[Five years of use, and that is the ONLY time that camera ever pulled that trick on me.]

I stood stock still, and then I realized--a very very busy street was only about fifteen feet behind me, and I couldn't hear a thing. No traffic. No birds. No nothing.

I carefully turned the camera back on, carefully raised it again, and took the picture. It went off fine. Then I turned, took the baby, and returned to my car, thinking, "There is no way that car is going to start."

But it did. And then, once I got the car moving, I once again had no sense of where I was or how to get out of the cemetery.

Something was definitely messing with me there. Every time I passed that cemetery for a year or so afterward, I would pray for whatever spirit was so restless, and eventually one day I got a sense that I didn't have to do that any longer, and I stopped. And no, there was nothing unusual about either picture that came out.

[Rei-chan]

Here's my spooky story:

When I was a teenager (about 16/17) my friends and boyfriend at the time had a "quest" to visit so called haunted places in the surrounding counties.  We had gone to one road in Stokes County (for those familiar with the Piedmont-Triad area of NC) and while creepy, saw nothing out of sorts.  We had heard that there was a road in a neighboring "Village" where there was a particular field where some of our friends had claimed to have some scary experiences, so one summer night, we set out for it.  There were 5 of us, but as I would rather drive than ride, we took 2 cars.  My best friend and I in one and my then BF and his 2 friends in the other.  This was a CLEAR night, moderate temp, no recent rain, anything like that (which will factor in later).

We get there, get out, and head into the field.  BF's 2 friends, went out about 50 feet farther than us, and we waited.  After about 10 minutes, we see this fog rolling in from the back side of the field, and then we see BF's 2 friends running full out towards us.  When they got to us, they were yelling "GO GO!" and we all jumped in the cars and took off up the road.  That fog KEPT COMING, and it was moving FAST.  By the time we got to the cars, it was rolling up onto the street.  We hightailed it out of there, and when I looked into the mirror, it seemed to be following us.

Another part of this was that when we got there, we were listening to the radio to a local station.  When I started the car, there was nothing but static.  It was unnerving, and since I was driving, my friend punched the next preset button.  Same thing, static.  She went through all 5 buttons, and all we got was static on all 5.  After we got out of sight of the field, the radio went back to normal.

After we got back to town, we discussed things.  BF's 2 friends said that the reason they ran was that they saw the fog coming and saw black shapes moving in the trees behind it.  These were 2 big guys that aren't normally afraid of anything, but they were both shaking when they tried to light a cigarette.  Then they mentioned that their car radio did the static thing, before I said anything about mine.

We never went back down there, but other kids did and they never saw anything.  I still wonder to this day what that fog was and what might have happened if we hadn't ran.

[DaeOne]

We recently acquired a large antique mirror. It is so huge, when it was installed in our room, you can see everything that goes on in bed. 

This is not the only mirror in our room, btw. However, shortly after hanging it on the wall, I began to notice a shape in it, watching me, from my side of the mirror.

Never DH, and never when he was home. Only me, alone.

I spoke to our pastor about it, and he suggested stopping by for holy water, then recalled he was out. I said I could wait, but then, a day came when I had to do something. I realized I could no longer dress or undress in our room at all. It was just so weird. I was fine in the walk-in closet, or in the master bath, but that was it.

I contacted the former owner, and was told the mirror had come from the home of a gay man. He'd been a nice enough soul, but always had a hint of anger to him. If he were alive, he'd be in his nineties, so I think he was angry about not being able to come out.

I faced the mirror, and told the spirit that we love the mirror, which we do, and that we were not condemning him in any way for his lifestyle. Yet, the mirror now belongs to us, and no amount of intimidation would change that.

It worked. I've not seen anything since, and I can now dance naked in the moonlight, if I want.

Silly, for the most part. But, no longer a problem.

[Alida]

Not long after the events of 9/11/01, I was sleeping alone at home.  I felt someone sit on the edge of the bed, somone with a distinctly feminine presence.  She said, "Goodbye," rose and left.

I didn't sleep at all for the rest of the night.

Everyone I knew at the towers escaped with their lives, so I have no idea who it might have been.  The timing was so strange.