I thought they said it was a demon that threatened the boy into doing things, eh.
I'll go onto youtube right... now!

LOL!

The Diabolical and The Presence looks to be just like A Huanting in Conecticut, and just as scary!

Hi snappy dragon, i'm glad you liked my stories Caesar, i know it sounds horrible what i did to them but it was nothing like what he and some of his friends did to me...... as for my avatar pic i found a website on a thread here, can't remember what the thread was called tho.....
It uses one of your own pictures of yourself or whatever and morphs it into other things....

http://www.faceofthefuture.org.uk/ thats the link you can see the original photo i used on my profile page

They were evil, not Demonic..JN

Oh, right.

Okay HI!!!!

I went to Edinburgh, Scotland years ago (like 6 or 7 ??) with my husband. We stayed at a beautiful Hotel (I think it was Old Waverly?) anyway we could see the castle out our window. It was nice. It took a while to get used to it being daylight until like 11pm...it was way cool.

One of the days (we went with a group of friends and decided to ditch everyone for one night) we decided to do an improptu tour of the city after our dinner. OMG!!!!!!!! Did you know Edinburough is a city BUILT on TOP of the original city because of the plague?

Anyway we did ((I'm almost 100% positive)) this tour:Click for linky OMG!!!!!

It was so awesome. It started out with the touristy stuff; then our guide told us about witches burning at the stake (apparently they threw them in water and if they didn't sink they were witches -- or something like that -- it was bizarre). Then we heard about the "Bean" family would was cast out of Edinburgh. Apparently townspeople would leave the city grounds never to be seen or heard from again. The "Bean" family had become CANNIBALS and would attack and keep travellers to eat. OKAY...wow. Just when I thought my heart couldn't take anymore we were led down this tiny stone staircases; very narrow and with Iron-Gated Entrances. From the INSTANT I walked down the last step I had the "death grip" on my husband's arm. People who had the plague were literally "paved into this underground city" to die. There were little "caves" and and obvious "road". The actual sight of it was just stones and walls but my insides were literally dying. It was so horrible; I felt so sick and drained... I tried to leave 3 times and was not allowed. There was a little place where current witches did their night nude dancing (I think it was mightnight dancing or maybe a diferent hour). This area was apparently currently still used and had candles lit and a big book and other stuff. I just remember seeing a big circle...almost like a rut in the stone... from being used so much. It was cool and did not bother me. The tour guide did say it was still in use as of today. THAT didn't bother me but to be honest, I don't remember too much detail after that because I had to disassociate a lot. UGH. So, I DO REMEMBER we were all standing in a low-lit area backed into one of the caverns; I had my back closest to the wall and I hit my husband on the arm like stop it... He looked at me like "what?" He knew I was freaked and I thought he was playing around. It happened again - someone "rubbed on the back of my calf" (below my knee). This time he got a whack and the TOTAL evil eye from me and I was like "freaking STOP IT" He was like pissed now and was like "WTF" and I said you're rubbing my calf with your foot or something and he was really quiet... looked behind us at the wall and said, NOOOOOOOOOO. Then HE GOT SCARED... GREAT... so we quite randomly and unoticably shimmied closer to the front area; very gently; to get away from the wall and after that; it stopped. FREAK ME OUT MUCH??? After that we visited the torture chamber room. LOVELY. OMG I think I had 3 drinks before I could even think of sleeping that night. I just felt stuff insideof me and I had to get out of that place. THAT HAD TO BE MY SCARIEST PLACE I HAVE EVER BEEN! I still can't handle thinking about it. Okay. so that's it. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek. Now I'm scared and I DON'T SCARE EASILY!!!!! UGH. Bye, Jody

Edit: Speeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeling (big time)

That would have been one of those tours that delivered the scares just as it said it would or better!

A must see for any paranormal enthusiast ...

the part with the girl seeing the boy rising out of her bedroom floor was what stuck wth me for some reason....b




halfhandshuffle:The Cars-Candy O
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=115JvSqNwB4

Here's a little story I wrote up a few weeks ago as I was going to write all my experiences down and maybe think about turning them into a little personal novel. But here's a rough draft of my very first dealings with the paranormal, it may be a bit lengthy but it's nothing too bad. Enjoy.

The Yellow House

For me, and my family of four, this is where it all started. My family has always rented houses as we were realistically too poor to buy one, and living in a small run down community with no available jobs did not help the situation out any better. We, nonetheless, loved it there as all of our family were a rock throw away and pretty much everyone in town knew one another like family, which, I guess, made life easy: the reason we chose to move back there from the city. I was 5 years old when my family chose to move back to once again plant their roots, and I was fine with that (what does a 5 year old care anyways). When we moved back vacant houses were few and far between, except anything run down of course. Living with family was a no no for my parents so we finally settled on this big, old yellow house on the waterfront right next to the local history museum. To me the 2 story spacious house was the biggest thing I’ve ever seen, might not have been the nicest, but the big back yard kept a sports fanatic happy as can be. To my parents, it needed work and lots of it, enough to make them question if it was worth it. Regardless, we took the house and were making enough money to do the repairs needed and even considered buying it after a little while there. That thought lasted all but a few weeks.

From first glimpse of this house my parents knew that this was either going to be a very long term relationship or a very short one. The paint chipped house, bordered by ratty old chain link fence and as many weeds as you could picture was definitely a work of art, the kind of art you lock away in your closet when friends come over. Being in the oldest part of our community, the whole surrounding area had an eerie look. From a front view, on the left you had the local museum, a well kept 2 story house with town artifacts and a history of the family who once occupied and built it, a more than odd place. On the right you had one of the first bed and breakfasts in our community, probably from the 1800’s as well, very well kept, but abnormally creepy as we never once seen anyone coming or going, but would notice cars being moved and lights on and off. And the thing that creeped me out the most was the fact that over the fence in our backyard was the start of an Anglican Cemetery. Naturally kids are curious creatures and want to discover things for themselves and not from word of mouth. So being as adventurous as I was, and still am, I crossed the fence one day to have a look around. I notice that all these graves were over 100 all the way up to 300 years old. This made sense to me as my town was a founded fishing village in the sixteen hundreds by Basques fishermen and the French. Seeing these headstones was what really started me on the whole “what happens when you die” bit and at a young age turned me into a boy who wondered about things he should have no business inquiring about. I wonder where I would be today if I never had to climb that fence. The littlest choices we make can shape our lives greatly.

During the summer of 1990 when Mother and Father took their plans of renovations to the next level, something seemed to change in that house, something for the worse. I was becoming aware of these changing things and as a young boy who had many questions, it could be quite difficult to get answers from people who knew nothing of what you were talking about. Mom and Dad attributed my experiences and their own to overactive imaginations and insisted that it was nothing. I knew different, I knew we all weren’t imagining odd things just happening for no reason in particular. The old house had it’s creeks, had wind blowing through it like a woven basket and had it’s dark corners, but even those would not be the ultimate answer for what I am about to share with you here.



My first experience in my memory from that old house was during the night as me and my sister slept in the same room. The overly big room had nothing but 2 beds in it as mom was currently painting the walls and ceilings. As you entered the doorway you saw a bed to the left and a bed to the right, both on an angle as the room wasn’t square, but rather kind of an octagonal shape. Straight ahead was a large window peering out into the backyard. So while sleeping one night I was awoken to a light tapping on that very window, I was never a very heavy sleeper. I woke up and rolled over to tell my sister to go back to sleep as I just attributed it to her. When I got no answer I sat up and looked and in the window was a figure that would be etched into my brain for the rest of my life. Sitting here now I can envision it just as clear as you can see your reflection in a mirror. In the window was a man. He had a knife similar to that of a hunting style knife. It had a blade that I compared to the length of a wooden school ruler at the time, so I guess about 12 inches. His face was dark, but not dark enough where I could not make out his features. He was clean shaven, had a scar on his face and wore a distinctive hat, which I have not come across one like it since. The hat I speak of was apparently the cross between a King’s Jesters hat and that of an old fishing hat. The look on this mans face was absolutely pure anger and hatred, and whether it was towards me or not I will never know, and frankly I don’t want to. I looked at him for a few seconds at most, but felt like days, and while I did he dipped his knife down as to point at me, this was when I lost it and screamed like a schoolgirl. (The amount of terror running through me at this point is still a memorable feeling to me today, almost 20 years later). My sister popped up and my parents came rushing in assuming I had a nightmare, and believe me, it was. I told my parents what I had seen and they brushed it off as a dream and just told me to go back to sleep, but we both knew that it was going to be harder than that. So I pleaded to sleep with them for the rest of the night and of course it was no problem. I never slept a wink for a solid week until finally one day I collapsed from exhaustion.

When I was finally “ever” the whole ordeal I spoke to my parents about it, rather they spoke to me, asking me: if I made it up, if I was asleep, was I afraid of the dark and just wanted to sleep with them, you know, all the typical questions to a situation of this caliber. Of course nothing came of the questioning and they just never believed me, but that would soon start to change.

A few weeks after my, as I call him, window man incident, the whole family and friends of the family started to notice strange noises in the house when they knew very well that everyone was accounted for and there was no one else left to make those noises. Doors were beginning to slam upstairs and down. Of course we passed it off as the wind as my family isn’t one to believe in the paranormal, they probably still think I’m crazy. But when latched doors would fly open and stop abruptly in mid swing we knew it wasn’t the wind but rather had to be something going on. My mother and father claimed to hear loud childlike voices going up and down over the huge set of stairs while knowing that my sister and I weren’t home at the time to do it. We were questioned and punished for telling lies about these disembodied footsteps and voices and punished again. Well in my parents situation I’d do the same I guess; I would think that my 3 and 5 year old kids are lying before I believed I had a ghost or who knows what. It never stopped with the voices and footsteps and swinging doors and my poor mother would find out.

One day while I was home alone with my beloved mother, supposedly helping her paint one of the downstairs hallways, something almost as drastic as my window man happened. Mom figured that while my sister and father were gone to the city it would be a good day to get ahead on the last touches of painting. So while painting all morning we took a lunch break, only to learn that it would probably be one of the last few lunches eaten there. Mom and I finished eating, cleaned up and decided to get back at it to get it done and dried before everyone got home. What we seen next is almost blurry in my mind, but in my mothers mind it’s as clear as day. I approached her and got the details right so I can express them clearly and precisely to you.
The hallway we were painting was just off the kitchen and when we left the kitchen we seem a little trail of paint coming from the doorway of the hall, as if paint had been spilled and was slithering along the floor like a snake, so it was assumedly fresh. We ran to the hall thinking that a bucket tipped while we were eating and never heard it, were we ever right and wrong at the same time. We get to the hall, and I will take this to my grave with me as truth, and all over the walls paint is thrown and splashed and if someone picked up the buckets and just threw them. In amongst all the paint on the wall were little handprints apparently the size of kid’s hands. These handprints went all the way as high as the ceiling and as low as the floor were pressed hard into the paint leaving their impressions in the wall and most importantly our minds. We both knew neither one of us had done it, nor no one had come in off the street and done it because we would have heard them and seen them pass by to get there. So mom sent me out of the room then as she didn’t want me to see this with all that was going on in the house, but I knew what was going on around us. A little while after this we decided to give up the house; we never really thought of getting a priest in to bless it, my parents just decided that it was unbearable to live with anymore. As a 5 year old seeing and going through this, it made for an interesting start to my beliefs and stories for my friends.

That was as far as my first set of experiences got me, as we were in and out in a matter of a few months. From then on I have been severely interested in the paranormal and what happens behind the scenes in life. As I soon found out, these experiences were but a drop of water in a vast ocean.

A few years ago I went to check on that old yellow, by now, dilapidated house, but discovered that it had been torn down and replaced with a brand new house. I went to the town to find out some historical detail about the house, but they could not help me. It was built sometime in the late 1800’s or early 1900’s and nothing newsworthy happened there. One tidbit of juicy information that I had gathered was that when the house was torn down they found 3 graves of the afore mentioned Basques fishermen from the sixteen hundreds. Today the 3 headstones can be viewed in the O’Rielly house with other historical artifacts. Maybe the things we experienced were those buried fishermen trying to pass on a message to someone to say that they are in need of a prayer or a proper burial. I know the people who live in the new house today and to their knowledge they have not experienced anything paranormal or out of place.



Well, that's my first dealings with the paranormal, I never had imaginary friends when I was a kid, I never seen anything out of the ordinary until that house and it's opened me up to a lot of things since.
Who's next?

Cheers,

Gene

Well I'll have to watch it then.

Awesome story! And scary too!
I think you should write all your experiences in a novel, that would be awesome! Can't wait to hear more!

Yes! That was an awesome part! I love that movie.

That sounds so freaky, yet so cool! I'd love to go there.

And Gene, once again you have a great post.

The scariest place I've ever been is the bathroom at a fraternity house.

Now I feel pressured to watch it, OK I will!!!!

I was thinkin about it ... It would be quite hard. But who cares how it's written if it's for personal purposes. I think I will. And when I get some more written I might post them. Great thread btw Kar-Zid.

We need more stories though.

Gene

Yeah, and more people to post their stories.

I don't really like talking bout this story..... it haunted me for months afterwards. But anyway...

In 2000 I was visiting rellies on their farm in NSW, they had a large property with cattle and things that adjoined to another property. About 11pm one night a car came hurtling up the long dirt driveway. The next property owners son came barreling out of the car screaming "WE NEED HELP!!!" he told us that the horse shed (stable) had caught fire and needed help to put it out. We all raced to our vehicles, (my uncle and aunty only had a 2 seater ute so i had to take my bike) anyway we raced to the property that usually took about 10 mins to get there, i was there in 4.... i got off my bike and saw the shed engulfed in flames. it was a very large shed, having 15 horses, hay and tack inside. The farmer and his wife along with a few other people had hoses and buckets trying to put it out. Someone came up to me and handed me a bucket and shouted something at me but i couldnt hear what it was because the fire was deafening, but i got the idea, i started filling buckets and throwing water on the entrance, we were trying to get inside to set the horses free, they were all still in there, you could hear them inside, kicking and whinnying trying to get free, the fire brigade was called but it was an hour and a half drive to the property but they were on their way, then there was an explosion from the rear of the shed, everyone shouted and screamed, there were a few fuel operated generators in the back for milking a few cows and such, they had exploded and made everything worse, everyone was in a panic..... the horses were going nuts, we tried as best we could but it was too late... the building started to collapse.... and what happened then gave me night mares for months.....

some of the horses broke loose.....
and came running out....
on fire....

the most scariest sound i have ever heard is that of horses screaming....
there is no sound like it on this earth... it was terrifying....

about 5 horses came running out on fire, the rest burned to death screaming in their stalls....
the horses that ran out on fire burned to death as well, we could not catch them to put them out...
a few of the horses broke their legs from running around wildly, they were on the ground kicking and screaming. I cannot describe the sound that came from the animals but i swear to god its the most terrifying sound you will ever hear.
We did all we could for them... But none of them survived.

I still see the images of them sometimes, it chills me to my core.

(sorry major mistake, this happened in 2003, not 2000)

I'm very sorry you had to witness that.

When I was a lil' nipper, I used to watch Sooty and Sweep. Sweep had a cousin or a brother, or some relation, who was this black dog with bared teeth. He came running out of this smoke growling.

Probably my first ever nightmare was based on this puppet. I thought it was scary as hell. What a wussy I am.

Hi Gene, If memory serves me, didnt you post a photo of that yellow house at one time? Or am I thinking of someone else.Thanks and great story, not to mention scary..JN

I might have ... just not in that detail. There was a thread before about experiences and whatnot and I told that one and a few more. I got tonnes. Thank you JN.


Gene

LOL Me too. Someone here posted a yellow house in which when they were young, they I think played Ouija boards and things happened. I remember seeing images in the windows upstairs..Maybe it was someone else, thanks..JN

Yeah that was me ... Ouija Board in a different house though ... but thats me. Good memory.

LOL Thanks, I loved that photo. If you can find it, can you post it again? Thanks..JN-

Well that wasnt me with the images ... I must have missed that part .... sounds strangely like me though ... but I don't have any pics of that house. Weird ... maybe you're gettin mixed up with someone else ... or maybe I am ... it just sounds like 2 stories I've told here not too long ago, so that's why I thought it was me. Weird.


So no1 else has any paranormal stories????? I know you do. I'm watching .... some more please. What's better than to tell your friends that you have won the Scariest story competition on UM ??? Nothing thats what.

Cheers,

Gene

When I was about 20, my sister, her husband and three children were living in this house that I really hated to visit. The upstairs was OK, but the basement was freaky. One night I was staying over and as I walked downstairs to the spare room (which I felt safe in) I looked over to my left where my brother-in-law had his tools and saw soomeone ahnging from the floor boards. It scared teh crap out of me and I ran for the bedroom. The laundry room was to the right of the stairs and I refused to go in that room, too. It freaked me out the one time I went in there. My middle niece experienced horrible nightmares in that house. And my older sister had to tell what ever it was in that house to leave her alone. For a while it was better and then the nightmares would start up again. She had to do that at least three times before they moved. Just this last year, my younger sister and my brother-in-law's sister and myself were all sitting around talking about that house and discovered we all felt that dread and scariness down stairs. None of us like going down there. It was definitely a tormented soul, if not an evil one.

whoa... hanging... like from a noose? I would have sooooooo legged it outta there.....

For a while in the late 1990s I lived with my mom in a small house trailer on our land. She bought it used and we never knew any history of it. Not a lot happened there, but mom did once follow a man down the hallway thinking it was my brother, but no one was back there. There were only two rooms off the hall, the bathroom and my bedroom, and the back door opened onto thin air about four feet off the ground (no back deck) so it wouldn't have been really possible for anyone to slip out past her.

The scary part, though, was that the entire I time I slept there I kept having this horrible nightmare about being murdered. I'd wake up and try to switch on the bedside lamp but it wouldn't come on. Then I'd think I'd hear someone out in the living area. I get up and go over to the door and try to ceiling light, but it wouldn't come on. Then someone would force the door open and come in and start strangling me and I'd wake up in a panic, try to switch on the bedside lamp but it wouldn't come on and . . . it'd be the whole dream all over again. I'd "dream" wake up sometimes fifteen or sixteen times before I woke up for real.

The trailer developed some structural problems and we were in the process of moving to another when it caught fire one night and burned to the ground. Mom was very upset and we did lose some things we'd rather not have, but personally I felt relieved that it was gone. Never had that dream anywhere else, btw.

scary stuff. One time I had that kinda dream, well not about being murdered, more about an ex, but I kept waking up in my dream thinking I was awake only to realize I was still dreaming. It went on for what seemed like forever. When i finally woke up for real I wasnt convinced I wasnt still dreaming for a good hour (it was really realistic).

Wow, I bet that was terryifying Glorybebe. I know what you went through ... I've had my sightings and it's not pleasant at first is it? Well at least they moved and now are hopefully at peace.




Creepy stuff Elfstone. Maybe you waking up and turning on the light was still you dreaming, lucidly, and it made you think you have done it ... everyone does it. Either way it's a good story, especially since the dream never happened after you moved out .... weird happenings. I'm sorry to hear about your house, as I've been through that too, so I know what it's like to lose something to a fire. But everyone was ok hopefully and like you said ... at least the dreams stopped.



Great stories.

Gene

oooo - I remember him, he was called Butch.

It scared me, but his wasn't the first "apparition" I had seen. I knew it couldn't hurt me.

yes, the dreams stopped after they moved. I had lived with two ghosts in my room when I was a teen, so I was used to seeing or feeling things. The one who was int he main part of the room was a nice, comforting one. I didn't mind him at all. But, the one who was in the closet scared the crap out of me. My sister refused to go into that closet, too. And I hadn't even said anything to her about my feelings.

The nightmare had to be horrible enough, and if the dream subsided then perhaps it had to do with the trailer itself...Your very lucky that you and your mom were o.k...

Yeah. Luckily we had gotten most of our stuff out (and our cats and ourselves!) before it went up. I was at work and didn't find out about the fire until it was all over with, but from what I heard it was quite a blaze. I know it reduced that entire house trailer to nothing but a frame. You could tell the bathtub, the kitchen stove and the air conditioner. Everything else was gone or melted beyond recognition, though we did find some odd things under the rubble. I remember my mom being happy because she found a pair of tennis shoes from when I was a baby. They were just tiny little canvas shoes, but they were completely unharmed.

Speaking of scary, btw, I do have one other story. The summer I was nine my bedroom was a screened-in back porch that had a door to the outside that I kept fastened with a hook. My parents were pretty lenient during the summer and I've always been a night owl, so I used to lay awake very late reading after everyone else had gone to bed. There's a book called The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson that every fan of ghost stories really had ought to read. It was the basis for several movies, though none I've ever seen or heard of has done the book itself justice. If you just want the living bejeezus scared out of you, this is the book.

Well, I was lying awake late one night reading this book and I'd just got to a particularly scary scene. The two women in the book, Eleanor and Theodora, are awakened in this haunted house by the sound of something pounding on doors down at the other end of the long hall, by the nursery with its cold spot where the gazes of the two cherubs over the door meet. Eleanor runs through the connecting bathroom into Theodora's room and Theo tells her that she saw the men outside her window a few minutes ago, apparently chasing something, so they know that they are in the house alone. The pounding gets closer and they huddle together as the room gets icy cold. Then it -- whatever IT is -- is pounding on their door, making it shake in its frame. It knows they're in there. It's powerful and evil and it wants them.

Just as I'm reading this scene -- JUST as -- the screen door to the outside started banging!

When I eventually gathered the courage to come down from the rafters I discovered that it was my dog, Brent, trying to open the door and come in. He'd found that he could slip a paw under the door and pull it back, but I had it hooked so it kept slipping away from him and banging closed.

I've already posted a scary place on here. The place I've been that gave me the strongest feeling that something wasn't right there was an old farmhouse I went to visit with my in-laws, they were looking to buy it. It was a huge house, three levels and on the one floor was a small door, when we looked inside it was a room with no windows - and I swear, the atmosphere was so oppressive. I think it was the only time I can remember being in a building and I've considered it to have a bad vibe.

Beautiful building - bad atmosphere.

Last night me and my buddy went out for a drive around 11:30 er so after I got off work. We wanted to go to the oldest part of our city, where there was the first lighthouse and a base that was used to guard the harbour a 100 years ago. I can't believe I've never seen this until last night. So me and my buddy get out there and we're looking around and all we can see is old decrepit pieces of the fort, like a scattered wall coming out of the rock, cause it was built in a hillside, and door and windows leading into the hill. It was weird as hell. But the weirdest part was when we went down under the lighthouse, which would have been the roof of the base. We were walking down to it over stairs and seen the very corner which gave you an awesome shot of the ocean so we both wanted to go to the edge to get a look at the water. As soon as we both passed the same point on the roof, we both got goosebumps at the same time .... he was like did you ... and I said feel that? So we hung out for a minute er 2 waiting to see if anything would come of it. But 2 minutes of goosebumps was enough for me lol. So we went on back up the stairs and continued our walk through that little piece of history seeign all kinda of crazy things. I'm going to get some pics for you to see what I am talking about ... because that feeling was creepy. Just my little experience to see if people would share more of thiers.


Gene

I'd love to see some pics, Gene. I love pictures of old buildings and landmarks.

I'll try my best. You should see this place. It's awesome.

I have read the book and also thought it was darn scary. They made a movie out of it in the late 50's - still in black and white - but I thought it was a pretty accurate depiction of the book. It, of course, has that old movie feel about it but I distinctly remember the seen with the pounding on the door - both women are huddled in the bed and the pounding is coming closer and closer until it reaches their door and stops and starts pounding and pounding and it is SO LOUD it encompasses everything and is incredibly nerve-wracking. I think I would die right there on the spot.

I always skulk around old places like that when I have the chance.

Sounds great Gene - I love lighthouses, and quite a lot of them have a ghost or a tale to tell.

So we went back tonight. I got some pics ... one or two really great ones . But what was weird was as soon as we got there, the batteries died after about 4 pics. They were brand new Duracell ... like nearly 10 dollars for 2 of them. And I only got to take 8-10 pics and I really wasnt prepared because I was just out driving around and happened to have my camera when I had an idea to go there. Another thing was our dog we had with us. When we got out there the dog instantly changed ... she's the happiest dog ever and loves to go for walks ... but when she got there tonight, unlike the other night, she wanted out. I don't know if it was just the night tonight or what ... but she didnt like it at all.

I think you will like one of the pics. I have to wait to post them though because I need a new USB cord for my camera .... so let the suspense start. By the time I can post them, I might have a dozen good pics ... who knows?


Cheers,

Gene


Edit: I just turned on my camera just to see if it would work ... and the battery meter is back to green and showing full. Weird.

Freaky... Can't wait to see the pics!

C'mon people, what better honor is there than winning the scariest lpace you have ever been competition? These stories are great but we need some more! Don't miss out on entering because you might regret it!

The battery dying like that and then coming back is interesting. I've heard of things like that happening in conjunction with other hauntings. You know, batteries dying, electrical appliances malfunctioning. Makes me wonder if perhaps whatever is powering the haunting is acting as a parasite on available energy sources. Maybe that's why there are so often cold spots in conjunction with hauntings too. Heat is a form of energy, after all.

I've noticed that often when I'm reading "true" ghost stories, either at home reading them online or out in public somewhere reading them in a book, I'll get very cold. I live alone and eat out a lot by myself, so I always try to take a book with me. For a long time I just thought the restaurants kept their air on too high, but eventually I realized that I only sit and shiver while reading ghost stories. I even read ghost stories to cool down when it got blisteringly hot last summer. *g* Could just be psychological, but I do wonder. Anyone else ever noticed that sort of thing?

Yes, do you also feel as if someone is breathing on your spine or neck?

Not usually, but I worked for twelve years in a haunted fast food restaurant (really!) and that happened all the time there, usually when I was working alone in the little bitty manager's office. There's not really a story to the haunted restaurant, btw. A lot of things happened like hearing voices in the empty lobby after the music was turned off, things moving by themselves, odd shadows and the feeling of someone standing behind you. The thing was, though, after a while we all pretty much got used to it. There were many nights while I worked there that I went through the store after closing time with the phone in my hand and my crew huddling behind me, hoping the voices we were hearing were only the ghosts but worried that someone might have broken in to rob us. I never saw a ghost in that building myself, though a couple of people I worked with saw things. There was no history to the restaurant to account for a haunting either. We figured maybe the ghost was a remnant from when there was a farm there in the 1800s. The burger joint next door was also haunted, but only on the side of the building toward us.

Probably was from the farm in the 1800's. Where you the brave one of your crew or did you all huddle behind someone?