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Patricia Hand
pattys337@aol.com
Branchburg , N.J. USA
* How'd You Find Me? *

In January of 1997, I had a car catch fire due to a poor attempt
by a so called mechanic, to repair it. In which he cut the gas line that went over the manafold, that was copper pipe. And replaced it with some
rubber hose.
Being that I was cosidering taking him to court for endangering my life. I began to take a series of photographs of the burnt out engine.
In doing so I remarked to my fiance two days later while photographing
the car. Of a distinct odor by the front of my car. One I"ve encountered before. That of an aparation. Well I continued to snap away. But low and behold. when I got those photographs back from being printed. There she was in front of my car standing. MY GHOST!
Although I have seen one or two with my own eyes. Now I actually
have a photograph of one.
And to those who don"t believe in ghosts. I Have this sugestion to
make PLEASE READ "Ghosts the Illistrated History" and it's author is
Peter Hanning. That ought to make a believer out of the majority.
-Friday, June 19, 1998 at 21:05:23 (PDT)

TAMASENA
Miana, USA
* Blind Luck I Guess *

I HAD TO TAKE OUT THE GARBAGE, SO I ASK MY BESTFRIEND TO COME WITH ME
CAUSE IT WAS ABOUT 12:OO AT NIGHT AND YES I WAS FRIGHTED TO GO ALONE.
WELL IN GUAM THERE'S STORY ABOUT SPRITS THAT ROME AROUND AT NIGHT AND
IF YOU ARE NOISEY, THEY SAY THEY WILL FOLLOW YOU AND TRY TO KILL YOU OR
FRIGHTED YOU. ANYWAY WHEN WE GOT TO THE BOTTOM OF THE HILL ( WE LIVE ON A
HILL, THAT WAS ONCE A GRAVE ) I TOLD MY BESTFRIEND THAT A SAW SOMETHING
IN THE TREES, SHE GOT SCARED AND RAN UP TO THE HOUSE AND LEFT ME TO STAND
AT THE BOTTOM OF THE HILL. IN THAT TIME WHEN SHE RAN I SCREAMED MY LOUDST.
I REALLY SHOULDN'T HAVE CAUSE WHEN I WAS WALKING UP THE HILL I SAW
SOMETHING STARRING AT ME I THOUGH ' ITS THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT IT MIGHT
BE A TREE WITH SOMEFIRE FLYS' BUT I WRONG I TURNED AND WENT TO THE TREE
I SAW A INDIAN IT WAS LIKE IT WAS GLOWING. SHE PUT HER HAND ON MY HEAD
AND ALL I COULD REMEMBER AFTER THAT WAS MY AUNTIE AND GRANDMOTHER COMING
AND ASKING ME WHAT HAPPENED I TOLD THEM, AND THEY TOLD ME THAT A GOOD
SPRIT LAYS WITH ME FOREVER I THOUGHT IT WAS ADREAM AND THEY WERE PLAY
ALONG BUT NOW EVERY DAY I TRUN AND SEE THAT ANGEL. SHE PROTECTS ME.
WHAT EVER TROBLE I GET INTO I GET OUT OF IT THE NEXT DAY.
-Monday, May 18, 1998 at 13:30:10 (PDT)

Jackie Colligan
Jcolli8127@aol.com
Las Vegas, NV USA
* How'd You Find Me? *

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I saw these two beings coming from the far side of our camper one night, when it was setting out in front of the mobile home in 1993. They came to the front of the camper and then the male figure moved about six feet over from the female. She looked app rehensive and the male looked like he was ready to take flight. Their clothes were black leather body suits, so they appeared to be. I think they were trying to scare me off from recording what seemed to be voices from outer space other than the ghost v oices. I was taping and logging in the camper at the time.

The female had honey-blond hair, light brown eyes and extremely long light brown eye lashes. Oh and her skin was light egg color. I drew the picture of them and ask the spirit people if they knew their names. One little spirit boy (Tick Tock 7) said, " Wasp Woman". I guess because of the large elongated eyes and the long lashes. Tick Tock likes to play with clocks and had ours messed up all of the time, so I would assume that is where he got the nickname from. They said he is an orphan. So very unbe lievable, but all very true.

I kept receiving over the recorder, "Earthpoint, earthpoint, point, point, point." It would be changed sometimes to "Earthpoint, orth, point, point, point." Other things were happening for about a two week period that was unnerving. I decided not to tr y to contact Aliens but Ghost because we are all spirits with a body and have nothing in common with aliens, so I believe. I think that was a good choice. I recollect lying on my bed in the dark and making this decision, believe me I was scared because I hadn't any idea what I was getting involved in. But now I am so glad I ventured forth and found for a surety there is life after death.

Jcolli@aol.com

-Saturday, May 09, 1998 at 19:53:40 (PDT)

Kathlene Kerner
don't have one yet
Kenosha, Wi USA
* Word of Mouth *
yo mama
On friday night I had my friend Ghandi sleep over. We went to my beau's
house and chilled for the night! But, all of a sudden Ghandi wasn't herself
and her eyes starting going back and forth really fast and I didn't know
what to do. She became really annoying and she started walking down the street
I love Dan a lot and there's this girl that her name is Heather and she keeps
trying to break Dan and I up. But you know what... next time I will be the ghost
of this town and show you spookier stuff then your mom has ever seen!!
-Monday, April 27, 1998 at 10:54:02 (PDT)

F
USA
* A Better Question is How Can I Leave? *

F*@#$!
-Tuesday, April 21, 1998 at 16:29:34 (PDT)

F
USA
* A Better Question is How Can I Leave? *

F*@#$!
-Tuesday, April 21, 1998 at 16:29:20 (PDT)

Margie H.
Las Vegas, NM USA
* How'd You Find Me? *

Once when we used to live in Las Vegas, NM, we heard sounds coming from the hallway and from my first grader's room. I was asleep or trying to sleep but couldn 't because it sounded like a lot of dishes and clatter and talking, sorta like a party. I thought to myself that my husband must have tackled the dishes and was real glad. But then I heard footsteps that sounded like a little girl's patent leather shoes in my daughter's room. I thought, "Hmmm, I wonder if she's up playing when she should be asleep" So I went in there and she was fast asleep with the covers pulled over her in bed. I'd also thought I'd heard her crying, "Daddy, daddy" and I put my hand on her face and could not see or feel any tears. I was slightly puzzled but just shrugged it off. Other times we'd hear footsteps in the hall, we'd hear a little girl crying, "Daddy" and we'd hear party sounds. Sometimes the door seemed to open by its elf to our bedroom which led off the hall.

This particular night was VERY noisy. I ignored the clatter and finally fell asleep. In the morning, I got up, went to the kitchen to make breakfast and saw all the dishes unwashed in the sink. I told my husband, "I could have sworn I heard you washing the dishes last night." No, he replied, I didn't, I was studying. He was going to the university there. "Well, what was all that racket you were making?" He said he hadn't moved from the couch, he'd been reading & he thought it was ME. I told him I was sleeping in the bed but that I'd heard a lot of noise & asked him if he'd been exercising at all that night & he said no. I told him I'd heard footsteps in our daughter's room and gotten up to check. He said he'd heard them too and thought she must' ve gotten up to play in the dark so he went in and she was asleep and he called her name. She was sound asleep. He didn't know what to make of it.

THEN our daughter got up and came into the kitchen for breakfast, as she was in First Grade and she looked tired and sleepy. She, a very sweet and obedient child, looked at both my husband & I and said, "What the heck were you guys DOING last night makin g so much noise all night?!" She was cranky and irritable. We didnt' say anything to her at that time but we were shocked and just looked at each other. After she walked off to school with her little friends, we discussed this and realized that all th e unexplained happenings, noises, etc. were from a haunting. We'd never believed or experienced anything like this so had no preconceptions about it. Later, I asked the landlady about the history of the house. She wouldn't say much but did tell us that the former owner, who'd sold it to them, had died in the house. We later thought maybe that's why the landlady & her family moved to another town. Maybe they'd had disturbing experiences but didn't want to advertise it.

That was one wierd house we lived in. We were GLAD to get out of there. The basement had a really eerie feeling & our little cocker spaniel seemed to become very agitated and bark and bark when he was near that basement. He was usually very well behave d but that one night of all the loud noise even he jumped on the little basement roof up by our bedroom window and barked and barked and scratched at the window and even when we told him to behave and get down from there, he STILL kept it up. Thinking ba ck, we realized the poor little animal was sensing something. He never barked & was always a very well behaved little pet. I wish I had snapped earlier that something was going on so we could have comforted him instead of yelling at him to be quiet.

-Sunday, March 29, 1998 at 18:35:19 (PST)

James Slaunwhite
bobkare@nbnet.nb.ca
oromocto, nb USA
* Dream Catchers CGI Scripts *

My butt It sometimes speaks to me It goes ratatattat plop plop plop and
Weeeeeee in a high piched sqeakie voice it pisses me off It does it As soon as I'm done Eating my Beans. Cool Huh?
-Wednesday, March 25, 1998 at 19:03:48 (PST)

Daniel Epschwick
Allston, MA USA
* Blind Luck I Guess *
Paranormal Network
In a three-story duplex house I used to live in last year, from Febuary through August, a house built sometime back at the turn of this cen tury, paranormal incidents began to occur immediately on the second day after I moved in. First, one of my roommates mentioned to me, while three of us were hanging out late that night in the kitchen, if I knew of the female ghost that lives in the house . I was shocked to hear about it, and somewhat scared as well. I went to bed thinking of her, frightened of her, then went to sleep, and got suddenly woken up in the middle of the night! My bed was gently rocking back and forth in the darkness of my ro om, all alone, while I was on it. I didn't know what to do, I just layed there, thinking of her presence in my room, right next to me in bed. These late night gentle bed-rockings would happen consistently almost every night for about one month. I began to get used to her visits, even began to look forward to them sometimes, as feelings of sexual arousal began to emerge within me knowing she was here, knowing she was rocking my bed, wishing she would touch me. I guess I was very lonely at the time, and I am sure she was inducing these arousing feelings within me. Then her visits had stopped, and moved on to visit my other roommates, though one roommate described it more of a haunting, others described it as more of a friendly visit, and one other said he would socially interact with her. We were five guys, and two girls living there, had a lot of friends that would come over, many week-end parties we'd throw, and plenty of women coming over for our intimate indulgences. One girl that would often com e over said she would always feel a deep negative presence when walking up our stairs. Two of our roommates who lived the longest in the house concluded that the female ghost would get jealous when some of the women came over, not because they were women , but because they were the lovers of the residents in the house, regardless of whether the lovers were men or women, and regardless of whether the residents were men or women. Then the nightmares followed, where many of us dreamt of incidents with blood , mostly murder incidents. Until one neighbor of ours, an old man in his late eighties, told us that a woman was raped and murdered, then her body was buried thirty feet under our grounds back in the late 1870s, and that the house we live in was built di rectly on top of her burial ground in 1907. He also took us directly to where she was buried, and it led down into our basement, right in the center of the floor. We asked him why they had built a house over her burial ground, and he refused to give us an answer. Well, later that night, relentless and curious that some of us were, excluding the rest of our four roommates who grew scared of the idea, three of us, one guy roommate, a girl roommate, and me, decided to explore this mysterious region in our basement, and began digging up the ground to search for the woman's body! It took us four nights to dig up well over twenty feet of dirt, until suddenly, as we grew tired, and slowed down a little, we began to hear fainted sounds coming from underneath the ground. This wasn't just one sound, but many sounds happening at the same time. We all looked at each other, and began digging some more, digging faster, for another five minutes, until we had to stop. The sounds were now much louder, much clearer, and we could actually identify them. They were horrifying screams of humans, the kind of screams that depicts painful suffering and agony. One of the screamings was discerning, and the rest were screams of suffering of about a few hundreds of people. The three of us just stared at each other like we had been psychologically traumatized. We immediately discontinued the digging, crawled right back up, and hoped that whatever the hell was down under there, would STAY DOWN UNDER THERE. That night we dec ided to pack our things and leave the house. In less than a week, we moved out. Within that week, we locked the basement doors, and an abundance of insects started to come up from the basement, such as over-sized black cockroaches, large silverfishes(A type of centipede), white maggots, and earwigs(A scorpion-like insect that crawls into a person's ear to reproduce, and sends a tumor that is fatal when hitting the brain). We told the old man about what has happened, and he insisted that we open the bas ement doors for his inspection, that he knew what he was doing. We opened the main basement door, the insect abundance seemed to have drastically reduced, but those suffering screamings could still be heard. The old man didn't seem to pay much attention to them, as if he knew what they were, and just slowly walked down the basement stairs, fading away into the darkness. That day we were loading up, and it wasn't until three hours later that we left the house for good. The old man never came out. I ne ver saw him again.

-Saturday, March 21, 1998 at 15:02:31 (PST)

Daniel Epschwick
Allston, MA USA
* Blind Luck I Guess *
Paranormal Network
In a three-story duplex house I used to live in last year, from Febuary through August, a house built sometime back at the turn of this cen tury, paranormal incidents began to occur immediately on the second day after I moved in. First, one of my roommates mentioned to me, while three of us were hanging out late that night in the kitchen, if I knew of the female ghost that lives in the house . I went to bed thinking of her, frightened of her, then went to sleep, and got suddenly woken up in the middle of the night! My bed was gently rocking back and forth in the darkness of my room, all alone, while I was on it. I didn't know what to do, I just layed there, thinking of her presence in my room, right next to me in bed. These late night gentle bed-rockings would happen consistently almost every night for about one month. I began to get used to her visits, even began to look forward to them sometimes, as feelings of sexual arousal began to emerge within me knowing she was here, knowing she was rocking my bed, wishing she would touch me. I guess I was very lonely at the time, and I am sure she was inducing these arousing feelings within me. Then her visits had stopped, and moved on to visit my other roommates, though one roommate described it more of a haunting, others described it as more of a friendly visit, and one other said he would socially interact with her. We were five guys, and two girls living there, had a lot of friends that would come over, many week-end parties we'd throw, and plenty of women coming over for our intimate indulgences. One girl that would often come over said she would always feel a deep negative presence whe n walking up our stairs. Two of our roommates who lived the longest in the house concluded that the female ghost would get jealous when some of the women came over, not because they were women, but because they were the lovers of the residents in the hou se, regardless of whether the lovers were men or women, and regardless of whether the residents were men or women. Then the nightmares followed, where many of us dreamt of incidents with blood, mostly murder incidents. Until one neighbor of ours, an old man in his late eighties, told us that a woman was raped and murdered, then her body was buried thirty feet under our grounds back in the late 1870s, and that the house we live in was built directly on top of her burial ground in 1907. He also took us d irectly to where she was buried, and it led down into our basement, right in the center of the floor. We asked him why they had built a house over her burial ground, and he refused to give us an answer. Well, later that night, relentless and curious tha t some of us were, excluding the rest of our four roommates who grew scared of the idea, three of us, one guy roommate, a girl roommate, and me, decided to explore this mysterious region in our basement, and began digging up the ground to search for the w oman's body! It took us four nights to dig up well over twenty feet of dirt, until suddenly, as we grew tired, and slowed down a little, we began to hear fainted sounds coming from underneath the ground. This wasn't just one sound, but many sounds happe ning at the same time. We all looked at each other, and began digging some more, digging faster, for another five minutes, until we had to stop. The sounds were now much louder, much clearer, and we could actually identify them. They were horrifying sc reams of humans, the kind of screams that depicts painful suffering and agony. One of the screamings was discerning, and the rest were screams of suffering of about a few hundreds of people. The three of us just stared at each other like we had been psy chologically traumatized. We immediately discontinued the digging, crawled right back up, and hoped that whatever the hell was down under there, would STAY DOWN UNDER THERE. That night we decided to pack our things and leave the house. In less than a w eek, we moved out. Within that week, we locked the basement doors, and an abundance of insects started to come up from the basement, such as over-sized black cockroaches, large silverfishes(A type of centipede), white maggots, and earwigs(A scorpion-like insect that crawls into a person's ear to reproduce, and sends a tumor that is fatal when hitting the brain). We told the old man about what has happened, and he insisted that we open the basement doors for his inspection, that he knew what he was doing . We opened the main basement door, the insect abundance seemed to have drastically reduced, but those suffering screamings could still be heard. The old man didn't seem to pay much attention to them, as if he knew what they were, and just slowly walked down the basement stairs, fading away into the darkness. That day we were loading up, and it wasn't until three hours later that we left the house for good. The old man never came out. I never saw him again.

-Saturday, March 21, 1998 at 14:51:52 (PST)

Adam Bidzinski
bidzinsk@sympatico.ca
Winnipeg, Mb Canada
* Link *

I am 15 years old and have been interested in ghosts after myself and my
brother had these experiences. I had these experiences from the time I was
4 to when I was 6. My brother who is ten years older than me was still having
these experiences when I was born. I would be sleeping in my room and I
would have an urge to wake up. I would wake up and see many ghosts
coming through my floor! At first I would call for my parents but after
awhile I quit calling them because I thought that they didn't believe me.
Also when I was day-care we would take naps. I would never be able to
get to sleep so I would crash on my couch at home. I would wake up and
feel a pressure on my chest like a hag was riding me. After about 5
seconds I would be able to move and I would walk upstairs in a cold sweat.
My brother had totally different experiences. He would wake up in the
middle of the night and go into our parents room if he had a nightmare.
He would get up and when he got to the door of his room he would see the
spirit of a man standing at the end of the hall. Ever so slowly it would
start coming towards him. He would scream and run into our parents room.
He also had the experiences with the ghosts coming through the floor and
the hag. I am a ghost hunter in Winnipeg Manitoba, so if you have a ghost
that you would like investigated I am a member of the International Ghost
Hunters Society, the White Crow Society, the Centre for Paranormal Research
and Study and Noir Entity. Email me and leave a phone number and I will
get in touch with you.
-Wednesday, March 18, 1998 at 16:50:27 (PST)

bryan stover
bryanstover1@yahoo.com
marysville , ca USA
* A Search Engine *

in the early 60s in vallejo calif in the month of july at washington playground there was a paranormal event that occured that to this day can not be clearlly exsplained before it was all over there were cameras government investigators in black suits who Im looking for as Im the leading exspert on what occured who these people who materalized were the how and why I dont think they will ever find the answer but it seems that the more I LOOK into this subject there seems to be absolutely no innnformation about it having eveer occured there were at least 12-15 different people there from a time b efore there deaths to the time of this event well after there documented deaths occured this event had to be well organized as various people were invited to give talks on there various topics of exspertise there was a large number of hollywood stars ther e also and a very large number of politicians foreighn diplomats and some of the kids who were there are current tv and hollywood stars today please dont ask me to name names until after iVE CHECKED WITH THem the mmmost frustrating part is knowing that so me of them have pictures of this event with some of the stars politicians and diplomasts its not so much there pictures but the pictures of those who were there who should not have been standing in the backgroud so Im looiking for any and all information aboout this incident who the goverenment investigators would have been and how to contact them one of the people involved was robert leroy ripley as the politician who blew the whistle to the investigators well knows weither you believe me or not is not to important to me because I KNOW IT HAPPEND you wont be able to convience me otheerwise because I WAS THERE and Im the leading exspert on this event but any and all info you can provide me to help me is greatly apreciated especially as to who investigat ed this event I believe they code named it xyz or abc at the time of occurance they might have changed it o a different code name later thank you bryan stover
-Tuesday, March 17, 1998 at 11:35:13 (PST)

Jenniffer(Niffer)(Finebaby17)
N/A
Scottsville, TX USA
* A Better Question is How Can I Leave? *

Well, a few days ago I was surfing the net and I ran into this really stupid
homepage. I was totally confused. I know i sound like a blond and all but
there was like no way out. It was full of serveys to take that didn't even
make since. They were so stupid. It took me like 30 minutes to get out.
-Monday, March 16, 1998 at 16:22:39 (PST)

Jackie
Jcolli8127@aol.com
Las Vegas, NV USA
* How'd You Find Me? *

Santa Ana, California Ghost Rapist

In 1969 an entity came visiting. It started one afternoon while I was taking a nap, which I did every afternoon while my boys were in school.
I woke up to see a gray figure on top of me and he was actually performing the sex act with me. I must be truthful, it was great! And I wasn't scared for some reason or another.

Years ago when Johnnie Carson had his standup afternoon show he interviewed a woman that had a ghost lover. I made the statement that I'd like to have one. So in a way I thought maybe this was the lover I wished for many years back, since there isn't a time element in their world. I didn't feel guilty because after all it was only a ghost. You know kind of like not being responsible for our dreams.

I started looking forward to my afternoon naps and like clock work the ghost was on top of me. But after some time passed I started noticing it was getting heavier on me and this was scary, because I felt as though I was being smothered. I soon stopped taking the afternoon naps.

Then I went through a divorce and remarried within ten months. My second husband got up for work at five a.m., well one morning I heard the front door open and someone walking through the long hall into my bedroom, the bed would sink and I would turn aro und and there wasn't anyone there. This scared me so badly that I would immediately get up.

Then I started taking naps in the afternoon again, until the ghost lover returned and again I jumped out of bed. Now I was lacking in getting enough sleep and started losing weight. I didn't tell anyone about what was happening and to this day I can't u nderstand why I didn't at least confide in my husband.

Soon this brazen ghost started opening and slamming the door frequently and walking through the house. I was in the far bedroom one afternoon on the phone with my husband when the ghost came visiting. I thought someone broke in and told my husband to ca ll the police. He refused until I went throughout the house to make sure no one was inside, while he stayed on the phone. He said if I didn't come back he would call the police. Well there wasn't anyone in the house and the chain was on the front door.

Finally my teenage fifteen year old twin was home alone in the early evening and when we got home he was locked in the bathroom. He said the ghost came through the front door and he heard him walking and then heard a crash while being in the bathroom, so he decided to wait until one of us got home. I had two bird ornaments hanging on the living room wall that was knocked down behind the couch and they were broken into four pieces. The ghost must had been angry because I wasn't home.

Then one night the ghost tried to crawl in bed with my husband there, I just turned toward my husband and got as close to him as possible. Finally I guess the ghost got the idea that I didn't want anything more to do with him. I really feel he was attem pting to suffocate me so I would die and then be on the other side with him. I have heard of such stories since this experience.

I would advise everyone never to wish for a ghost lover, because there is a good chance you will get more than what you bargained for!
-Monday, March 09, 1998 at 19:17:54 (PST)

Jackie
Jcolli8127@aol.com
Las Vegas, NV USA
* How'd You Find Me? *

-Monday, March 09, 1998 at 18:43:23 (PST)

Eldon Bussiere
USA

The ghost of Janice Joplin is haunting my sock drawer- Whenever I open the drawer she sings out - "Cry baby!"

I don't mind this so much
-Monday, March 02, 1998 at 10:47:05 (PST)

BRAT
USA
* Link *

lived on a farm in wisconsin when i was a teenager. the house i lived in had three ghosts. two of which we saw in a blue form on a regular basis. the third would come from the woods and destroy things in the house. on one occasion this ghost took everything out of the kitchen cubboards, removed chairs from room to room, and would scare the two good ghosts up to the attic. i would have dreams of these ghosts and what had happened to them in life. later i had discovered that the dreams i had were true . the room that i picked to be mine when we moved there was the room of all three of these ghosts. two had appendix attacks and had died in my room, the third ghost, which also resided in my room, had gone down to the woods and killed himself. one of the many interesting things that went on in this house!
-Saturday, January 03, 1998 at 20:08:42 (PST)

Jackie
Jcolli8127@aol.com
Las Vegas, NV USA
* Link *
Art Bell's web site
I've had many paranormal experiences, in fact I am now living in a haunted mobile home and ha ve recorded the ghost voices that can be heard EVP. http://disc.server.com/discussion.cgi?id=6394. Read the message Jackie's posted ( I believe EVP) by Hibrichan. It is a good ghost site to click away at!

Now to get back to one of the most terrifying experiences that I have ever had! I was staying at an apartment in Southern California, it was five in the morning and my husband had just left for work. No sooner did he go out the door when I heard the doo r open and walking through the living room to my bedroom. Then my bed sank and I just thought it was my husband that he decided not to go to work. I turned around with a smile and almost passed out! There was a huge fat man laying on his back and with his head turned to me just giving me a big open mouth smile, revealing his rotten teeth. His face was very pocked with red deep holes. He resembled my ex-husband, with his Indian Chicasaw face, black hair and the heavy build, the man I was married to at t his time. I knew he wasn't human like us, but he was fully manifested. I have seen ghost many times in my life and I always know they are ghost, but I don't know how.

I didn't know what to do because he didn't show any signs of leaving, so I decided to say the Lord's prayer, and with that he disappeared. But only within a few seconds there was another ghost at the left hand foot of the bed. He was a little wrinkle ol d man that was dressed in pirate apparel. He too had rotten teeth that was revealed with him smiling at me as he walked slowly toward me. He had a dirty white rag which he held out and was waving it at me. I could smell the stench of death. It being a dry dusty and dirty odor. Again I prayed the Lord's prayer and he too disappeared. I got up because I was too fighten to stay in bed.

Several days later after my husband left for work at five, again I was woken up by a young blond hair fellow. He actually had my right arm twisted behind my back and had me in a sitting position, then said in an audible voice, "I'll teach you!" Again I repeated the Lord's prayer and he too instantly disappeared.

There are other things that both my husband and I witnessed while living there, but not as frightening. We finally found out that the two families that previously lived there almost had terrible tragedies. The first family a child almost drowned in the swimming pool, and the last family the man was almost killed in a car accident.

We heard voices, had a long experience with a cat, water running on it's own, music playing, and all the stubs torn off of twelve hundred dollars worth of travelers checks, and they were thrown into the powder room wash bowl with water ran on them. Also orange balls of light floated around in the living room at night. One night a couple in the upstairs apartment were having sex and were using very graphic language. We complained to the manager and she got upset with us because no one lived in that part icular apartment for two months.

We left when we found that the manager was involved in witchcraft.

I've had many experiences, but not quite so terrifying as in this one dwelling. However I have had more than my share for one life time of the paranormal, but one does become almost immune to feelings of fear. Ghost are all around us, and those that can 't see them and aren't aware of them are fortunate.
-Thursday, January 01, 1998 at 19:15:53 (PST)

ARDY
amaa@mos.com.np
omaha, NE USA
* Dream Catchers CGI Scripts *
Nepal
I did not believe what I saw on the night of September 13.
As we sat there playing, I was beginning to feel a little dizzy and
I told my friends about that. Well they said that I probably had
something like a bad hangover of last night and so I took a pill of
Ibuproffen to ease my headache. Suddenly, I crashed to the floor. I
no longer could see the room anymore. Instead I saw myself floating
in the air. The place was dimly lit and a yellow haze seemed to fill
the whole place. I was in my fully conscious, and so I started pinching
myself to make me beleive that I was not dreaming. I seemed to move on
to a certain point when everything appeared to be upside down. I could
see fire burning upside down and there were numerous burnt faces that
I could see on top of me just hanging there like that. Suddenly, the
faces, with fire burning from their eyes, dropped down on me and
started lashing and biting my hands and feet as wel as my face. I tried
to cover my face with my hands and started screaming, but the fires in the
seemed to grow bigger and bigger till they were hanging down just inches
from my face. That was when I realized that it was me who was hanging upside
down. I screamed and screamed and closed my eyes tight with sheer fright.
When I opened my eyes, I was on my bed with my freind all staring down on
me with weird look in their eyes. They didnot beleive what I told them
but they had to when I showed them the burn and bite marks on my hand.
I swear this is true and the lord knows this.
-Tuesday, December 16, 1997 at 18:29:42 (PST)

ARDY
amaa@mos.com.np
omaha, NE USA
* Blind Luck I Guess *
Nepal
I did not believe what I saw on the night of September 13.
As we sat there playing, I was beginning to feel a little dizzy and
I told my friends about that. Well they said that I probably had
something like a bad hangover of last night and so I took a pill of
Ibuproffen to ease my headache. Suddenly, I crashed to the floor. I
no longer could see the room anymore. Instead I saw myself floating
in the air. The place was dimly lit and a yellow haze seemed to fill
the whole place. I was in my fully conscious, and so I started pinching
myself to make me beleive that I was not dreaming. I seemed to move on
to a certain point when everything appeared to be upside down. I could
see fire burning upside down and there were numerous burnt faces that
I could see on top of me just hanging there like that. Suddenly, the
faces, with fire burning from their eyes, dropped down on me and
started lashing and biting my hands and feet as wel as my face. I tried
to cover my face with my hands and started screaming, but the fires in the
seemed to grow bigger and bigger till they were hanging down just inches
from my face. That was when I realized that it was me who was hanging upside
down. I screamed and screamed and closed my eyes tight with sheer fright.
When I opened my eyes, I was on my bed with my freind all staring down on
me with weird look in their eyes. They didnot beleive what I told them
but they had to when I showed them the burn and bite marks on my hand.
I swear this is true and the lord knows this.
-Tuesday, December 16, 1997 at 18:29:19 (PST)

Kurt Kuhn
USA
* Link *

I was trout fishing in a remote area in Wisconsin with my brother when I descided to venture further downstream than we normally went. I had seen maps of the area and knew that I was bounded on the nor th and west by the river and to the south and east by a road. I found a curve in the river where my way was impeeded by brambles, and decided to "cut the corner off" and come out further downstream . I walked a short distance and realized I could no lon ger hear the river, or the birds or the wind for that matter. I seemed to be in a small ravine, so I climbed a small hillock to get my bearings. My compass readings were 90 degrees from what I expected. Looking around a noticed many of these small moun ds like the one I was standing on. They all were parallel to one another, about 3 feet high and 8 to 10 feet long.
Suddenly I got an impression of an idea. I would not call it a voice. But the idea of it was "what are you doing here white boy?"

I did not tell my brother of this experience for nearly 5 years. As soon as I started to tell him, he asked me if I was at spooky corner. He held up his arm and all the hair on it was standing on end. "I've been there." And that was all he would say .

-Monday, December 15, 1997 at 02:20:52 (PST)

charles rutter
orangeville, il USA
* Link *

I'm not sure if this is even close to anything that you're looking for, but when I was attending college my freshman year at ISU me and a bunch of my friends decided to goo f around with a ouija board. Also, I guess I should explain that this idea first came into play when we went to a spot that was considered"haunted." It was a spot near Bloomington, Il where the inhabitants were murdered or died, then a few years later t he house burned down mysteriously. my friend found out about the place through urban legend and after his friend had been driving by and saw a woman upstairs waving at him. Nothing ever came from the visit. Any-hoo, we started fooling aroung witht he o uija board and contacted a "spirit." I put many things of this nature in quotes because I am a sceptical believer. One of the spirits was one that my friend had contacted before and was extremely nice, she said she was a women but the name fails me. th e other was an extremely "evil" entity who called himself Calvix. he said that he was in hell and had killed many people and disliked certain members in the group, and got very pissed off when we tried to leave. One time when we were speaking to the wom an she said, "Oh no, I have to go, he's coming." Then Calvix came on. the two experiences are as follows: Another of my friends, who didn't believe in the board asked a question of one of his friends names. This friend inparticular had, a couple days b efore, been in a car accident and at that point was in a coma in critical condition. The board spelled out Jon. That indeed was his friend's name and no one else but him knew the name of the friend, the board even spelled in right: Jon not John. When a sked whether he would live or die it said die, which, thanfully did not come to pass. The second involves me personally. It was a couple of months after my father had died and we were messing around with the ouija board. Again it was Calvix and he was being his happy old self, cussing us out and damning us at every chance. When I asked whether or not it liked me, i was not on the board, but asked the question. It answered "yes", and got extremely friendly, almost docile when it was talking to me, as if I was speaking to another "spirit." i asked a few more questions then arrived at this one, "Is my dad proud of me?" In life he had told me he was many times, but if i could I would have liked to here it again. the board spelled out "cake." To everyo ne there, save two( both of which were not on the board) this made no sense. But before my dad died, he had bought two cakes which were to be sent to my room at different intervals because he was"proud of me." The next question I asked is whether or not he was watching out for me, and it spelled out, almost comfortingly, "always." By this time I was crying, although now I wonder whether it was a spirit, my father, or just my subconscious thoughts. After I stopped asking questions the "spirit" again be came malicious. There were many things that this spirit said that, for lack of a better word, scared the shit out of us, so we packed up the ouija board and through ti away. Agaon I'm not sure if this is close to anything you're looking for, but I enjoy ed telling it.
-Sunday, December 14, 1997 at 21:02:06 (PST)

Delores Wheeler
dwheeler@cheerful.com
Edmond, OK USA
* Link *
Grim Reaper
I had to drive my son to the emergency room one night when he had a severe
asthma attack. It was raining very hard and I was frantic. Suddenly a
dark form appeared on the hood. At the same moment my son said, "I'm
dying, aren't I"? I sensed he was weak and his spirit was leaving.
Then I saw a misty form leave my body and stand between my son and the
dark form. It pushed at the dark being and seemed to wrestle with it.
We arrived at the hospital and the forms disappeared. Was this the
Grim Reaper my spirit battled? My son recovered and I never saw this
again.
-Friday, November 21, 1997 at 12:36:35 (PST)

Mike McCready
tanera@netcom.ca
St. Catharines, On Canada
* Word of Mouth *

A group of us where gathering for a weekly healing ritual. A younger
girl who was suffering from chornic fatigue was there for the first time.
We started the healing process & a mist or fog formed at the girl's feet.
An image appeared for a moment & we all recieved a message that the girl
was protected & that the protector approved of the healing process. The
room was warm but when I placed my and through the figure a denser
sensation of cold enveloped my whole body. Afterward we discussed what
we had seen in the room with the girl's mother (she told us to wait
right here). She left & returned about 5 minutes later with a phot of
her mother. The image was exactly how we described it & the last words
of her mother (before she died) were I will always watch over your
children.

-Thursday, October 30, 1997 at 18:46:45 (PST)

Loyd Auerbach