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1 Peter 4:10
Each one should use whatever gift he has received to serve others, faithfully administering God's grace in its various forms.
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Ghost Story Submission
Here within our "True Ghost Stories" Pages you will find actual encounters of the paranormal submitted by our members and guest. If you have a chilling ghost story or encounter to share, please e-mail them to us and we will get them posted as soon as possible.
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Chilling- Submitted by PrincessJB
I had gone back to the friends house-the same one that when I left his house I had the experience of warning in the car. We were talking about the spirit in his house, what he was thought about it and what we should do about it. We decided to go upstairs and see what we felt. He stood in the main bedroom (although there was no furniture up there yet) and said that he felt very strong energy. I felt something cold brush past me and when I walked through the doorway into a smaller room I felt as though I entered the room through electricity. The hairs on my arms stood up, and I immediately felt 'something'. My friend followed me. He stood in the center of this room and turned in a circle. I looked straight to my right and looked at a section of the wall that was between a closet doorway and the bathroom doorway. There, like I had NEVER seen before was an outline of a man. He was very tall, and was wearing a hat. I did not see any details. He looked pressed against the wall as though trying not to be seen. Which didn't make sense, because of all the commotion he had done earlier to be known. I knew that before when I had had the feelings of loneliness that it had come from this 'man'. I stepped toward him and put out my left hand. I went through him to the wall. I made contact with him. For days I felt drained of energy. After that night. He came to me several times to tell me things to tell my friend. I haven't looked into it yet, but I think I could lay out a plan as to how the land was when this man ( whom we now call Fredrick ) had lived on it. I no longer live anywhere near my friend, but we still keep in touch and although he is not in contact with Fredrick as I was, I know there is still a lot of energy in that house. <Another story about the house I grew up in. When I was young. A friend of mine came to my house to get something. No one else was home at that time. I walked past a guest room and saw luggage on the floor. I walked in and looked at the one bag to see if I could find a name on it. I had forgotten that a friend of my parents was visiting from out of town. I stood up suddenly when I felt a really strange feeling. At my right ear I heard the laugh of a man. There was no one in the house but my friend and I. My friend was downstairs and heard it as well. I ran faster than I had ever before or since down the stairs and out side. We stood in the garage trying to catch our breath and understanding of what had just happened. When we heard the laugh again which was still inside the house. I had never heard it since that day. Which leads me to believe my Father - who is a trickster - may have been trying to make his daughter have a heart attack. But I don’t know how that could be, when the laugh I heard was right beside my ear and there was no one there. My Dad could have been hiding in the closet four feet to my right. But that still didn't explain the closeness of the sound to my ear!! Very strange!
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The Upstairs Room- Submitted by Joe
This happened about seven years ago. I was 18 at the time. I'm changing the names of the people in this story. I had a friend named Mike that I used to hang out with. We went over to his friend's house. His name was Tom. We were sitting Tom's kitchen, eating sandwiches and chatting with Tom's mother. Tom's mom left for awhile, and he started talking about how "different" his sister was. She came down the steps from her room and entered the kitchen. She your stereotypical gothic type who wore black all the time; black fingernail polish, black lipstick, and put an overabundant amount of black eyeliner on. She didn't say hello, just grabbed her keys and left. Anyway, Tom looked at me and asked, "Do you believe in ghosts?" I replied, "Well, since I've never seen one, or had a paranormal experience I would have to say no." He told me that the second floor to his house was haunted, especially in his sister's room. He said that he wanted to show Mike and I. So, we headed towards the steps to the second floor. Mind you, there were forty-eight steps in all. We reached the top and his sister's room was directly to the right. He opened the door, to a surprisingly clean room. Shiny hardwood floors, no trash anywhere. But his sister was VERY "different". Looking in her room from the door, it was perfectly square in shape. Her closet door was to the back on the right side of the room. The door was open and had a life-sized poster of Jason (from Friday the 13th) on it. Her bed was against the wall on the left-hand side in the back of the room, with the foot of the bed facing towards the door to the room. There was a life-sized poster of Freddy Krueger on the ceiling directly above her bed. If, standing at the door to her room, you looked directly to the left along the wall, there was a table she used as a desk. There was a plastic skeleton head with a partially melted candle in the middle of the skull. There were a couple of books on the table as well. Nothing else. The wall above the table was decorated with upside down crosses, for what reason, I'm still not sure, and I prefer not to know. Just beyond the foot of her bed was a window, about four-foot by four foot. It had a rebel flag that covered its entirety, but the window was open, for I could see and feel the breeze flowing through. All three of us entered the room, about four steps in and turned to face the door in which we entered. Tom was on my left, and Mike was on my right. Tom looked at me and asked if I felt like anything was staring at me. I told him no. So he shut the door, and asked again because he could feel it staring at him. I again told him no, and to quit playing mind games. Then he flipped the light switch off, it was pitch black in the room, and he stood next to me again, and told us to all squeeze together. So we did. He once more asked if I felt like someone was staring at me, and I told him no. Then he said, "Just wait a second." The next thing I knew, the window to the room slammed shut, the closet door began to slam shut and reopen, then slam shut again. There was a loud, fierce wind in the room, violently blowing through my hair, and papers, sounds of papers were being blown around the room. I kept getting paper cuts on my face and my arms, all the while, still being squeezed from both sides by Tom and Mike. The next thing I knew, Tom rapidly left my side, flung the door open and fled down the stairs, followed by Mike. Once Tom had opened the door, everything stopped. While I stood there, paralyzed in fear, the light flipped on by itself. I could NOT move my legs, for they were so heavy and shaking. So, I stood there looking around the room. The door to the closet was now shut. The window was shut, for there was no breeze coming through as before and the crosses were in the correct position on the wall. Finally, I hear Mike yelling and looking in the room from the steps, "Are you crazy? What are you still doing in there?" I yelled back that I couldn't move, but then I was finally able to move my heavy, shaking legs a few steps to get out of the room. I stood for a couple of seconds outside the room to get enough energy to make it to the steps, and finally made it down three steps to where I had to sit, because of being so frightened my legs wouldn't go anymore. Mike and I left shortly after that, and I've never returned to that house again.
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The Stranger- Submitted by Mike D
I was home alone one night (I was 17 or 18 at the time), and we lived above a bar on the south west side of Chicago, being home alone there kind of made me nervous because of the neighborhood, not the apartment itself, and so I made it a habit of keeping a weapon with me for defense, in this case a boot knife. I was laying on the floor in the front room watching t.v. And from that vantage point I could look all the way through the apartment, when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, I turned my head and saw a man standing in the kitchen doorway. I got very frightened, thinking that someone had broken in, so I did what I thought was the right thing at the time, and threw the knife as hard as I could. . . except the knife went through this person and stuck in the far wall!!! The person walked toward me three steps and disappeared. I can still remember what he was wearing, blue jeans, a red flannel shirt with the arms rolled up to the elbow, a black baseball type cap with the word "Caterpillar", but I could not see his feet because disappeared below the knee. I was not the only one to see "Pete Benubi" (that name comes from my grandfather, It's not his name though), my mother has seen him, my (then girlfriend, and now wife), and my stepfather. When dad saw him, he went looking for him with a baseball bat thinking that we had an
intruder, as I did the first time I saw him. "Pete" never bothered us in any way, except for one time he turned off my radio, I guess he didn't like AC/DC's "Back in Black" . We have since moved away from that apartment, and I now live on the South side of Chicago.
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Old Vanishing Road - Submitted by Sharon
He was shabbily dressed and seemed to be getting ready to pull back out into the road and head up the hill. Sal topped and called to the strange looking man in drab clothes, straw hat. The man turned towards the old Buick and Sal saw that he seemed to look at the car or him, was too dark to see clearly and slapped the mules with the reins to move out. They vanished up the hill and were gone. He said that by now the girls were almost panicked and the guys were really scared and tried to hide it. Where the hell were they? They decided to ignore all future cars, wagons and people they might see and just keep driving. They couldn't see any houses or farms due to the heavy wooded roadsides. Another very old car passed them, again the driver acted like he didn't see them. Suddenly Sal saw lights behind his car. They were sort of high up and shaky and he knew an old auto was coming down behind them. He freaked out and gave the Buick the gas..... they bumped and slid down the road as fast as he could chance it. Clouds of dust rose up behind the Buick. Suddenly the trees fell away into low shrubbery and the roadsides became widened again like a normal 1970's road. They saw lights up ahead and were relieved; overjoyed to see civilization again. Yes it was the secondary road they wanted, that would take them to town and home. They turned right towards Coopers town and started to talk about their experience excitedly. No one ever knew or heard of that road, and what was with the cars and the guy with the mules, at that hour of the night? They had come out by a closed Gas Station and Sal and one of the other fellas decided that they'd look for this road the next day - in daylight. They wanted to know where it started and where it ended. The next day they drove out the secondary road to the gas station. They tried to find the Eggelston short cut they were on the night before - no road was there! They drove back and forth refusing to believe the road had just vanished overnight. The old road they both knew well was there but not the tunneled road. The road they knew was several miles from the station. They then returned to the apple orchard and started looking from there. Nothing! Just the well known old road down the mountain. Where had the road gone? Who were the people in the old, old antique cars? Was there ever a road there at any time in history? What was going on? After they returned to school and started talking about this awful mystery they ran into other students with a similar story. The old orchard was well known. Other people had suffered the same experience as they had. But how can a road just vanish? The mystery has never been solved and no one knew if it was in any way related to the Eggelston House. Sal said no one ever found the old vanishing road but that he'd hear stories about it "happening" every now again.
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The Old Man - Submitted by Thornbird
This happened a couple of years ago on January 29th. I was home alone that night. My husband was gone on business, my son was staying over night at his friends house. I was in bed trying to get some sleep. I have three dogs that kept me up with there barking, growling and chasing something around the house. I just figured they were being stupid. At 2:30 am my dogs got up again growling and barking and ran out of my bed room towards the kitchen. I was sitting up in bed yelling at them to shut up, when I saw one of my dogs come back, stopped by the stairs that goes up to the second floor. He looked up then went running up the stairs barking and growling again. I cussed at him then I laid back down. That's when I heard this mans voice yell "GET DOWN STAIRS AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" I just laid in bed wide eyed then I saw this person beside my bed. pacing back and forth. I new it was an old man, I could see his lower half of his body and his arms and hands swing as he was pacing, his hands were old looking. I was to afraid to look up. I didn't want him to think I was awake. He paced back in forth beside my bed twice and then disappeared. My dog came back down stairs with the other two laid back down and was quiet the rest of the night. I didn't sleep the rest of the night
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Stull Cemetery - Submitted by J. Anderson
True Encounter
After hearing much information about the graveyard in Stull, Kansas, me and a few of my close friends went out there, well, we arrived in the small town about 9:15 PM, only to our disappointment, there were "Warning: Trespassing" signs all over, and the cemetery has a hurricane fence around it. Well, we had just wanted to examine the outskirts of it in that case. We did one lap around the entire premises, which was legal due to the lack of trespassing signs anywhere except in the cemetery. The wind was perfectly calm that night, yet we kept hearing a clinging noise from somewhere behind the church. We could NOT find it's location. None of us were talking about it then, and we just continued to look around. This no-talking lasted until we left, almost as if none of us had anything to say. What seemed like 30 minutes later, we got back to the car, only to hear the most blood-curtling scream from one of my friends. Over 4 hours had passed. In a timeframe that seemed like 30 minutes TOPS. I, or to the best of my knowledge, my friends EVER showed up there again.
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Hell - Submitted by Rosy
True Encounter
My mother was born in Columbia, South America, in 1963. In the 1970's she immigrated to New York and established a family: me, my two sisters, brother, and, of coarse, my father. In 1997, when I discovered a picture of a man I did not know about in our family photo album, she descried to tell me her horrible, sad tale of a summer night more than twenty years ago. It was 1969. My mother lived in a beautiful mansion in a very exclusive neighborhood, for her father was a doctor. The house had no enclosed backyard, but instead her family owned a large portion of a massive forest. On this night, my mother's younger brother had become restless in his sleep and awoke, sauntering into the woods without any notice to the rest of the family. It was probably about twenty minutes later that the entire family awoke to vicious screaming in the woods. My mother's parents immediately knew it was their son when my mother came running out of her room, to her parents shrieking, " Joseph is not in his bed!"
My mother's father grabbed their shotgun and everyone went looking for Joseph in the woods. After ten minutes or so, they saw him at a clearing, kneeling down, weeping beside a tree stump. " I saw Satan, I saw the devil..." he was whimpering. It was then, above Joseph's head, floated a white orb. It grew brighter, then disappeared.
It may have happened by coincidence, by a sick twist of fate, by the encounter with Satan Joseph swears he had, but, whatever it was, eight years later he was shot and killed while walking home one night. My mother says what Joseph saw was what caused his death. Years after the encounter he told my mother that when he was in the woods he got lost. It was by accident he stumbled upon the clearing. There, he saw a creature--half man half beast-- sitting on a tree stump, washing it's hooves by dipping it's claws in a pail of water and soaking his feet. My mother says because he intruded on the creature, it cursed Joseph, resulting in his death many years later. To believe this is entirely up to the reader. Frankly, I have my own doubts, but whatever, if anything, happened there in those woods was traumatic and significant. My mother and her family were never the same, and they blame it all on Satan in Hell.
She never spoke of her brother's death to me again.
Submitted by Rosy Rosy24483@aol.com
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Minds Eye - Submitted by S. Belveal
True Encounter
I have always had, what I describe as fleeting images, appear in my mind which I call my "mind's eye". My mind's eye has always given me vivid images that appear at different times. Sometimes I feel like they are memories but none that I consciously remember to be actual memories from my life. I have worked in hospitals for several years and have seen a couple of things I could not explain. One night, while working the late shift, I was documenting some information in a patient's chart. The desk area was quiet with no other nurses nearby. While writing, I noticed a man in a pair of green striped pajamas walk by out of the corner of my eye. I looked up to see who it was thinking it was a patient out of his room. There was no one there. I got up from my chair and looked up and down the hallway and did not see anyone. When one of the nurses came back, I asked if she had seen a man in green striped pajamas walking the hall and she said she had just finished checking the rooms and none of her male patients had green striped pajamas on that night. Several instance at a different hospital has occurred many times. The way the hospital is set up, there is a back hallway for the surgery area and lab door for the employees to use. One day while going into the lab, I had an image of a man in work clothes standing in the hallway. This is the same type of image I have when my mind's eye is working. I have heard that numerous other employees have also seen this man in the same hall. Another continuous happening is a smell that stays in the same location. The smell started out in the hospital lab area where they draw blood. I had commented on it many times teasing the staff that they have a ghost that stands in their area. The smell is of fresh body odor and my mind's eye always sees the same thing, a balding man with bib overalls on. The smell has recently moved to another area just outside of the door of the office next to mine. I also had a very interesting event happen a couple of years ago while my husband and I were on vacation in Eureka Springs, Arkansas. A beautiful Victorian town that has numerous renovated houses and hotels. One hotel we walked to during a stroll, sits high on a hill and is very pretty. It's called Crescent Hotel and while we were there we walked the grounds, as there are numerous flower gardens with a fountain, and horse drawn carriages parked in front. The whole building is just beautiful to look around. While there, I kept getting visions and would tell my husband when they would happen and describe to him the details of each. One was an image of a beautiful blonde girl in a white flowing gown that stood on top of the roof. She stood peering down over the edge of the building. Another vision I had
while we were walking the gardens was of several men in dark suits walking the grounds and some were on the roof. They looked like they had just walked out of a gangster movie and carried the same type of Tommy guns. Another was a vision of two convertible cars from the 1930's. One was yellow and was quite unique in shape although I could not make out what type of car it was. The other was also a convertible but I did not get as much detail on that one. Another vision happened while we were inside the hotel lobby and it was of a small, petite woman with coal black hair dressed in a black, fancy Victorian era dress. The one thing that really stood out about her was a hat she had on with a huge brim and two feather plums of black and white. While we were wandering around the hotel we noticed a sign that said there were guided ghost tours in the evening. We decided it would be fun to come back and go on this. We learned so much from our tour guide about the building. We were not familiar with this buildings history so were quite surprised to learn that it had been built as a hotel, sold and became an elite finishing school for young women then sold again and was a cancer research hospital during the 1930's. The tour guide was also one of several paranormal researchers who had started investigations at this hotel due to the large amount of activity that had been reported. Although the ghost tour was not scary, it was very informative of the history of the building. While it was a finishing school, the guide told us of a young lady that had an affair with a professor and became pregnant. This blonde haired, white gown clad girl was found dead after jumping from the roof, as at that time, single young ladies did not have babies out of wedlock. Another story told was of the couple that had owned the hotel when it was first built. Built during the Victorian era, it had been a location for the wealthy to vacation due to the mineral springs in the area. The owner's wife was known to hold many parties in the lobby. It was told she was a beautiful petite lady with coal black hair. Another story he told was during the time the building was a cancer hospital, it was operated by a man who was not a doctor but he claimed to be able to cure cancer. Little did the public know that he was a scam artist only after wealthy people's money. He performed numerous surgery procedures on people including taking one limb from one person and attaching it to another. He had many people die at the building and no one is quite sure where all the bodies are located. Since he had claimed to be able to cure cancer, he also could not have anyone know that people were actually dying of cancer at his hospital. During the history of this man we learned he owned two cars, one purple and one yellow convertible 1930 Cords. He also had been investigated by the government for mail fraud so had hired numerous armed men to walk the premises day and night. During the tour, we were shown all areas of the building. The tour guide also told us of sighting and where they were located. I know my mind's eye had been at work earlier in the day, but during the tour, no feelings or images appeared at all. The last place in the building to tour was the basement. The tour guide told us during the time it was a cancer hospital, it had been the morgue. While we were listening to him, I noticed a blue mist moving gently near him, but it never really moved away from him or dissipated. It just stayed there moving gently. I asked the guide if it was a steam leak or something and he said what do you see? I described to him what I saw, and he asked the other people in our tour group of approximately 20 people, if anyone else saw it. To my surprise, only one other person saw it. I said, "I can't believe you can't see it. It's very apparent and I could walk up to it and almost feel like I can touch it." The guide said, "I would like to talk to you after the tour." So I watched the blue mist during the rest of his talk and finally the group broke up. My husband and I stayed back to talk to the guide as requested. While talking with him, I learned the mist I was seeing was actually one of the entities they had identified as Raymond, a morgue attendant during the days of the cancer hospital. They had been trying to get him to move over to the other world, or follow the light. He also told me that the "mind's eye" that I had was actually the way most people who have psychic ability, visualize images of entities. I told him about the other episodes earlier in the day, and he said I had a strong gift and I should train it. It was interesting to hear this but I am not sure I know how to train my ability. It just happens sometimes. We went back a year later and went to the hotel again, but I did not have one vision during that trip. I don't know if I have to be totally relaxed or what has to take place, but like I said, it doesn't happen all the time.
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