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The Cemetery - Submitted by Timestoppers Paranormal and C.G.H.A.
When Timestoppers Paranormal and Charlotte Ghost Hunters Alliance teamed up for an investigation one night, something happened to me....Heather said she has never seen me so white! At a local cemetery we investigate we happened to wander off into the woods behind the cemetery and uncovered a Slave Cemetery....well, needless to say we were overjoyed! Then all of a sudden I got an overwhelming feeling of sadness. Almost like someone was saying "I am here!", or " Finally, someone found us!". I got the overwhelming feeling to cry my eyes out, as did Heather. This cemetery was from the days of segregation and whites and blacks were not buried together. These slaves were apparently buried outside the cemetery wall, and not given a proper burial. It was so sad. The only headstones they had were large rocks... The longer we stayed the atmosphere changed and it almost started to feel like hatred! They did not want us there at all! At one point I Had to journey back down into those woods to investigate again. Brian was well ahead of us deep in the woods filming and myself and another girl was heading down the path. I had a strange feeling. We had no lights what so ever, as my flashlight had died . I looked at Shelly, the girl I was with, and said lets get the heck out of here......as we turned around I snapped a picture heading back up the path and there it was! Right in front of me! An apparition that was about as tall as me but did not fully reach the ground. It was gray in color and did not resemble a human being....to tell you the truth it looked like a person covered in a sheet...but totally see through and floating in mid air.
In a split second it was gone...I do have one questionable photo that I am still having looked at. I do not post my pictures until I have had them fully examined and can rule out any possible explanations other then paranormal. That was by far the freakiest thing ever to happen....Of course I ran out of the woods, rattled off to Heather what I saw, then headed back down to find it....just the investigator in me I guess!!*LOL* It did not scare me, only made me more curious.
The Photo - Submitted by dagan6
In 1966, my mother was 16. My grandmother bought a new Polaroid. They were both outside in the front yard taking pictures, and wowing at this instant wonder. My grandmother looked through the view finder at my mother and screamed. My mother asked, "what's wrong?" Grandma said "never mind". So my mom gets on the picnic table and Grandma takes a picture, picture comes out, they peel the film off, and to both of their surprises my mom was not alone in the picture, but another "her" was sitting there also. My mom was looking forward smiling. This other "her" was transparent, seemingly sitting right behind her with her arms draped over my real moms shoulders, looking off to the side with a distant stare. "Same clothes and everything". But also in the picture, is a transparent purse sitting on the table that never existed. The reason my Grandmother screamed in the beginning, is because when she looked in the camera at my mom, Grandma saw her dead mother sitting there. "I have chills right now writing this"! The picture was sent to Polaroid for analysis, it was returned with a letter stating "unexplained"! The letter goes on to explain that there couldn't have been a double exposure, because at that time Polaroid had a black film on each separate piece of film you had to peel after it developed in a few seconds.
The Hallow Footsteps - Submitted by M.G.H.S. Founders (Brian and Linda)
Stationed at Fort Carson, Colorado (1980), one early morning, I managed to get off work early. It was about 2 A.M. and the early morning felt warm, as summer was in mid stream. I unlocked the front door to the apartment to a dark and motionless room. Being careful not to wake my sister-in-law, who was sleeping on the living room floor, I made my way down the hall and into the bedroom, where my wife was up waiting for me, just as she does every night prior. I sat on the edge of the bed on her side and began to take off my jump boots and I was telling her about my night at work. In an instant, We both looked up and under that 1 to 2 inch space that is under most doors in your home. We heard someone walking down the hall to the bathroom. We saw a shadow pass as they made there way past our bedroom door, to further head to the next room, which was the bathroom. My wife and I both thinking that it was her sister, we continued our conversation. After a couple of minutes, the footsteps we heard had went back down the hall, toward the livingroom. We paid no attention to the returning foot steps, for we were just thinking it was my wife's sister returning back to bed from the bathroom.
Still sitting on the edge of the bed talking with my wife, we heard footsteps again, followed by the shadow under that door space. Our thoughts then took that maybe My wife's sister forgot something. The footsteps returned back to the living room only after 30 seconds. As we continued to talk about the evening events, the sound of footsteps began to come up the hall again to the bathroom. By this time my wife and I began to giggle, thinking that maybe her sister had a bit of a problem. Again, only about 30 seconds had passed and the footsteps returned toward the livingroom. This continued about 2 more times, when I thought it was time to see what was going on. I headed toward our bedroom door, and according to my count, the footsteps should still be in the bathroom. When I opened the door to the dark and somewhat moonlit hallway, I could see no lights coming from the bathroom. I made my way up the hall and peeked through the threshold of the bathroom door and could see that nobody was in the bathroom. Just to make sure I turned on the bathroom light and as I expected, "nothing was out of the ordinary". I headed back down the hall and poked my head in our bedroom and told my wife that nobody was in the bathroom, My wife looked back at me with a hint of confusion in her eyes. I made my way to the living room and could clearly see my sister-in-law sleeping on the living room floor. Thinking to myself, "This cannot be right", I know I counted right and by that, she should still be in the bathroom, for the footsteps never returned back to the living room". I looked around the kitchen and living room and again everything appeared normal. So I headed back to bed, this time climbing in under the covers. I laid on my left side and propped my head up on my elbow. I began to explain to my wife that there was nobody in the bathroom, when the sound of footsteps was heard. They appeared to be coming down the hall headed toward the living room, We could see the shadow under the door, "I leaped out of bed and threw open the bedroom door, looking quickly down the hall. The hall was empty, except for the light of the moon. Moving faster now, I hurried to the living room to see if I could catch what was going on. Still in the same position, was my sister-in-law, sound asleep on the floor". A sort of chill ran across the back of my neck as I thought about the footsteps. Back in my bed again, my wife and I laid in bed listening to the repeated trips up and down the hall for about a hour or two, before sleep finally took over and captured us for the night. The next morning I awoke and made my way to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. There sitting at the table was my sister-in-law, and coming up behind me was my wife as she too was headed to the kitchen. My sister-in-law looked up at me and said "MAN", Did you have to make so much noise when you got home from work last night? Looking puzzled at here, I asked, "Why do you ask that"? She went on to tell me that I walked in the front door last night and walked up and down the hallway like I was an expecting father in the waiting room. She continued to tell us, that after a bit, I sat at the dining room table and took of my jump boots and was not very quiet in doing so. My wife and I looked at her sister with a shocking expression and told her the nights prior events. The hallowed footsteps never returned while we lived in that house and I could never explain what it was, but I can tell you. The feeling we got that night will always stay in our minds.
The Old Man 2 - Submitted by Thornbird
This house is about 90 or more years old. The original owners of this house belong to the Bruenings, who were very prominent people in this town then. They owned allot of land. What I heard and understand to be someone from the family had lost a lot of land from a gambling debt. The Bruening sold the house and moved else were. The house changed hands a couple of times and then became a rental. They were never able to keep renters for very long from what I have heard. Then my husband and I bought this house. After we moved in, being excited about owning a house, I never really noticed anything right away, except the feeling of being watched. Then I started hearing someone walking across the floors up stairs when there was no one else home. I blew it off, told my self it was just the house settling, even though I had a feeling there was someone else here besides my self. My son started complaining of seeing this person at night and would not sleep unless all the lights were on. So I let him leave the lights on up stairs were his room is at night. My sister and her family came down to visit, she has two son's. We were visiting in the kitchen at the time, and her oldest Son, who was about 10 or 11 years of age, was playing up stairs, came running down the stairs screaming and crying. Once we were able to get him to calm down he told us that he went into the attic to get this big bean bag chair out that I had in there and he saw this man sitting in mid air. He had a glow around him, this man looked at him and then got up and started walking towards him. That's when he came booking down the stairs. My sister and I went up there but didn't see anything. My sisters other son who is deaf couldn't hear the conversation before hand and refused to sleep up stairs, he kept signing there are monsters up stairs. My sister slept up stairs and she said she kept hearing a conversation going on and music. When she would get up to find out were it was coming from it would stop. I also had heard this a lot of the times. Other family members have came to visit and also reported hearing music and people talking. One said she heard someone playing a harmonica. My sister came to visit again with her kids and her oldest son said he woke up and saw a man looking at him and he had this surprised look on his face, as if my sisters son had surprised him by waking up. Needless to say my sisters and there kids have refused to sleep up stairs now, even though he is gone. We have done allot of remodeling to this house and when we were taking all the old insulation out of the attic to replace it with new we found an old shoe box filled with letters that belong to the original owner they were from his mistress. I kept them for along time then was tired of having them in the closet so I threw them away. I don't know if that had anything to do with the increase of activity or not. Shortly after that is when I saw the old man. I spent allot of time on the Internet reading anything I could about ghosts to find a way to get him to leave. He new I was aware of him and I think he new what I was doing. He kept bothering me at night. Whispering in my ear, Are you scared? and flipping my hair and during the day the walking around up stairs increased and it sounded like he was throwing boxes and stuff around up stairs. I finally found this chat room in Mric about Ghosts. What a relief it was to be able to talk to someone and not have people think I was crazy. I told them what was going on and they had me talk to this very nice lady who is psychic. She new stuff about this old man I never told anyone about, who he is and why he is still here. She was right about everything. She named the original owner and told me he was upset because he couldn't find a box with papers in them and was upset about legal matters concerning his land. She was also the one who helped me to get him to leave between the two of us with prayer and telling him to leave there was nothing for him to worry about he needed to go on and we guided him to the light and he left. That's about it. I'm very open to ghosts ever since I was a kid he hasn't been the first or the last one I have seen or made contact with and I have helped other people.
Thank you for letting me post this..
Haunted Holiday Inn - Submitted by Darren H.
The originating facts were witnessed by my closest and most trusted friend. I must withhold names and exact dates for liability sake. My friend was a night auditor for the Holiday Inn-Sports Complex in Kansas City in the 1980s. One autumn night just after eleven, a group of guests arrived wanting a room. They were given room 526 and a nondescript man in his 30s signed them in as coming from Iowa and paid with cash. Another man and two women of similar age waited quietly before they all boarded the elevator. At about 2 am, my friend took a call from room 426. The guest was rattled and said he had been awakened by noises from the room above and that he thought he had seen "a body" fall past his window. My friend immediately sent the guard to the parking lot. Some minutes later the guard radioed back that he had gone to the lot beneath the room and found nothing.
Around 5 am, the man that had signed for room 526 dropped off the key at the front desk and said he was checking out. When asked if everything was all right, he smiled and said that it was and that they just needed to get an early start. He left, alone, through the front lobby doors. Neither he nor any of the others that had been with him were seen again. Two morning housekeepers arrived at about 6:30 am and stopped at the front desk to see if there had been any early check-outs that could be cleaned first. There had been a few, including 526. About a half-hour later, as my friend greeted his relief shift, one of the housekeepers staggered off the elevator and ran to the desk. She was a Hispanic woman and had difficulty with her English, but she was able to say enough about blood and room 526 that my friend grabbed a passkey and hurried to the elevator. Joined by another clerk, they found the housekeeper's cart still in the hallway and the door to 526 ajar. They could only describe the scene inside as a "bloodbath." Blood glistened from all around the room. One of the two full-sized beds had all the covers removed in a bloody heap. The mattresses were soaked with gore. The bathroom light was on with the door open, so from the hallway they could just see inside. More blood was pooled in the sink, on the countertop and in the bathtub. A pair of jeans and possibly other clothing, dark with blood, lay crumpled on the once white tile floor. Returning to the front desk, they called the police and management. When officers finally arrived, my friend and the hotel manager lead them to the 5th floor. As they neared the room, they were shocked to find the housekeeper already trying her best to cleanup the horror. Needless to say, the integrity of the scene had been destroyed, not that it mattered. For the name and address on the guest registration card were fictitious. Nothing was found to identify any of the occupants of the room. No human remains were found, other than the blood, and although there was torn clothing recovered, without a body there was simply no crime. The hotel completely refurbished the room. The carpet and drapes had to be removed. The mattresses were replaced and the walls and ceiling were repainted. It's unclear exactly when the first unusual occurrences began to be reported from the 5th floor, and in particular in room 526, but it was not long after the events of that night. By the time I also began working at the hotel some years later, I had already known about the tale from my friend. I soon found myself dealing with guests complaining about 526 being too cold or too hot. There were terrifying noises reported and unexplained lights and flashes were seen in the room. The maids would only go into the room in pairs, and even then they made quick work of it. One maid told of being chased away by a gust of hot wind that blew along the hall and shook the ceiling tiles as she pounded on the elevator doors to open. At the front desk, the old telephone switchboard was made up of a panel of small, orange light bulbs that corresponded to each of the hotel's 166 guest rooms. When I worked the night audit, it became common for me to see the light for room 526 glowing even when the room was supposed to be empty. I tried to convince myself that it was likely a bell man or security guard in the room watching television and making phone calls. Late one night when I was training a new clerk, I again saw that the light for 526 was aglow when the room was supposed to be vacant. The other clerk had also known that the room was haunted so she was already upset. Most of the hotel was empty and the audit was finished early so I decided to go up to the room myself and see what I could find. On the way up, I was certain I'd discover the guard secreted in the room. There were no other employees on duty that night. As soon as I got off the elevator on the 5th floor I heard a door slam violently shut. After a few steps forward, a door slammed again. At first I grew angry at the thought of some thoughtless kid or of the guard playing a joke. I could soon see that it was room 526. I watched as the door opened easily, halfway, and then swung shut. A moment later it clicked open only to slam again. When I was just a few feet away, it remained open. There were no lights on inside and I had to stand there for some time gathering my nerve. With my foot, I pushed the door fully open. The room was dark and quiet and when I managed to turn on the lights I found it perfectly clean and vacant. Feeling at ease by the light, I walked inside and crossed to the windows, thinking that maybe they were open and I could blame the wind. "They were shut tight". I picked up the phone and called the front desk. The clerk was panicked and demanded that I come back down. But first I thought to ask if she had been watching the phone light while I was gone. She said that it had stayed lit until just before I called, when it had gone out, and then came back on only as the desk phone rang just then. Returning to the desk, I began telling the nervous clerk about what had happened and as I tried to run through anything I could think of to explain the slamming door, I saw her suddenly snap her hand over her mouth. Looking to the phone panel, the light for 526 had just winked back on.
The Stairway - Submitted By Meghan S.
I was spending the night at my best friend Deanna's house. We both live in northern Wisconsin. Weird things always happened in her house so I was kind of used to it. I mean there was the occasional doors swinging open when they had been locked and eerie voices that couldn't really be explained. Well anyway my friends parents were gone the next morning. Her dad was at work and her mom was in Illinois. She had to go to a Drivers Ed behind the wheel in the morning at a nearby high school so she woke me up before she left. I went back to bed but I was awakened by loud footsteps running up her bedroom stairs ( her room is the whole upstairs, it is one big room). I thought ok maybe she left something here but when I called her name there was no response. Yeah, I was a little freaked so I went downstairs to see if anyone else was home but like I said her, parents were gone and so was Deanna. I searched the downstairs rooms and the basement but I found nothing. I went back up to her room and put the covers over me and tried to go back to sleep. I finally did but again I heard the footsteps run up and down and back up again. I shot out of her bed to try and "catch" the intruder but no one was there so I decided my best bet was to stay put, but it happened again.... up then down then up and back down. But what scared me even more was when Dee came home and pulled the covers off. It scared me because I couldn't hear her run up the stairs. I have decided it would be better if she slept over at my house instead of hers!.
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