I am 24 now. When I was about 10 years old, I lived with my mother and grand mother. I had my own room. An aunt came to visit from out of town, so she was to take my room for the night while I slept on the couch. I had a femail Viszla dog that I slept with all the time. She was spread lengthwise next to me on the couch asleep. For some reason, I woke up and looked over at the dog. She was looking up toward the dark hallway where the bedrooms were, as if she saw something. That look on a dog's face just before they begin to bark at something, you all know the look.
Her gaze followed something and looked up. I looked straight up toward the ceiling and something was there. It was a transparent clouded being of an old woman dressed in a ankle-length gown and she had part of her also transparent clothing crossing over the rear of her head similar to a bonnet. Her thinning hair portruded out of the front and it hung down the sides of her head. I wanted to scream, to cry...but something held my breath. Something kept me from doing so. Was I in shock or was this being forcing my silence? I still do not know. Her eyes caught my gaze and there they held. She floated around the couch in front of it, holding my gaze. She was floating, there was no motion of walking. Her eyes were the blackest I had ever seen. Darker than space without stars. She floated across the room and just before entering the kitchen, she turned her head away and broke our eye contact. My eyes swept down the back of her gown. Her feet were puffs of white smoke and about 6 inches off of the ground. She disappeared into the kitchen and I could do nothing but lay there and gasp as my heart pounded in my chest.
Then, again, she appeared from the kitchen and floated, holding my eyes against my will with her gaze, across the room back toward the hallway.
She disappeared in the darkness of the hall. The dog too could not apparently move. After the spirit or ghost or demon had dissappeared, my dog jumped up and began to sniff the floor around the hall and living room, trying to pick up a scent of the being.
Later in life, when I was about 13, I told my mom. I hadn't spoken of it before. I found out that my dead grandfather had, years before his death, had described seeing the same thing one night about 25 years prior in that same living room, while he sat in his recliner smoking a cigarette. He worked nights as a security guard, so when he had days off, he could not sleep at night, so he often sat in darkness in the living room, smoking and watching the sky out the window.
I have never seen the being since, and don't care
to. Although, some other things in that house have happened to me over
time which are a bit disturbing. My grandmother and mother still live
there, but I have since moved out. I moved into an apartment alone with
my cat. Sometimes, though, at night, among the darkness, I feel a
presence. It is as though something is lurking beneath the dimness of the
shadows, watching me, living among the beings of a world just out of our
Mike <GilHook2000 a aol comxxxxxx>
One morning, just afew months ago, i was taking care of my dogs
daughter "lucy" i was just rolling over mostly still sleeping when i heard
lucy do this low growling thing that she does when something is not right,
you know if you own dogs right. Well she did this little thing and
emediatly i heard a mans voice go"shhh....quiet!" i freaked i was up on my
feet in the living room looking everywhere in seconds. Nothing? the doors
where locked the windows where closed i was in fact alone ........ but i
heard the voice i heard it like it was right there. i still can't explain
it but i think he's still here............the dog lucy went nuts....no
joke.......and i still have my dog, more protective than ever?|
nancy zena jennewein <nancy_jennes a excite com>
vancouver, bc canada - Saturday, July 20, 2002 at 10:53:46 (PDT)
| Okay here goes, I swear on
my grandmother's grave that this really happened. Early evening in San
Luis Obispo on High St. Near Smart -n-Final, my boyfriend and I were
taking a stroll. Me, being the plant enthusiast that Iam, stopped to
admire some small flower bushes that were growing along the sidewalk.,
when out of nowhere came a hideous growl, but there was nothing there!!!
Nothing was in the bushes because you could see right through them. The
growl sounded like a very angry wolf but much worse, I'm getting chills
while Iam writing this by the way. Another strange thing was that my
boyfriend and I both said the growl sounded like it was right next to our
ear, but we were standing a couple feet from eachother, it seemed to be in
two places at once. My boyfriend and I were very spooked for a couple of
days, especially because the spot where it happened was right across the
street from our apartment in San Luis. If anybody knows any history about
this area of San Luis I would be very interested to find out .
J McKinleyville, Ca USA - Sunday, August 11, 2002 at 11:28:09 (PDT)
I once met a man who said he was 'oppressed' by three demons.
My dad introduced me to him, at church.
I guess the guy had approached the pastor for help, who promptly passed
him off to my dad (who'd had counselled a friend who'd been stalked by a
demonic cult -- another story). The guy also said that whenever anyone
spoke about "godly" things, three demonic voices would mock the speaker,
making it hard for demon-oppressed guy to hear.
This guy would flinch and grunt whenever at church, or talking about
'churchy' things... said he was being assaulted by the three demons. My
two brothers and I just thought he was crazy.
My dad did have any magic solution to this guy's problem, he just
befriended him, invited him and his son over to swim in our pool, talked
to him frequently on the phone, whatever.
This 'afflicted' guy didn't get better.. After time he was still being
'assaulted'. The assaults would even start when the guy set foot in our
Anyway, over time Dad wondered whether he was helping any, or just feeding
the guy's neurosis. We were at church one Sunday when Dad started praying
about it (he told me after) during silent prayer time. I was sitting right
next to him. When the pastor started talking, Dad suddenly sat straight
up, and scowled at me. I mouth "what?!" at him, then he looked over at my
two brothers, behind the pew, everywhere. Suddenly, Dad jolted a foot
straight up out of his pew.. all 280 pounds of him! Then he smiled over at
me and almost laughed out loud.
He told me afterward that when the pastor started talking, he heard 3
mocking voices. He first thought it was me and my 2 brothers, then looked
for a tape recorder or some other prankster in the pews around us.
Suddenly, he was kicked in the butt, and it was all over.
Dad felt like someone was letting him know that his friendship with the
demon-oppressed guy was not in vain, not just feeding a neurosis.
Laying in bed one night on the verge of falling asleep, something quite
frightening happened to me. The
room was dark, but the moonlight was coming in through my blinds. The
window is to the back of my bed and
my bed faces the door to my bedroom. It was dark but I could still make
out shapes in my room. So I'm
just laying there, quite comfortable acutally. This is where it is hard.
I'm not sure if I was awake or
dreaming, or if it even matters. The door to my bedroom swung open. At
the instant it opened, in one
terrifying moment, the door opened and a huge shadowy figure made it's way
from the doorway across the
room and positioned itself right over the top of me and my bed. It just
hovered over me for a few seconds
with it's arms raised in the air as if it were reaching for me. It had no
face that I could see. It only
looked black like a shadow. It had it's arms outstretched and I could
tell it had robes or a cape of some
kind on because I could see the cloth haning down from it's arms. It
was so fast and so completely horrific.
It just came straight at me with it's arms in the air over it's head. It
got right by my face and it enveloped
me. I began trying to scream but couldn't. The fear was overwhelming. I
began sweating and shivering. It
was over in moments. The whole encounter only laster probably 5 seconds.
But it was just so freaky. I got
up from bed, still very scared. I was shaking and turned on all the
lights in the house and began to look
around. I saw no sign of anything out of place except for one thing.
The only reason I know that this
encounter was real and not a dream is that I always shut my bedroom door.
And when I got up to turn on the
lights the door was wide open. I sat up for the rest of the night. I
couldn't get my mind off of it.
This hasn't happened before, or since then. And I'm glad. I feel that
when and if I ever see this figure
again, it will be my last moments. It really feel like the grim reaper
had paid a visit to me. As if he
just wanted me to know that he is out there waiting.|
NB <beelzebud420 a hotmail com>
IL USA - Sunday, February 17, 2002 at 19:32:05 (PST)
I am 41 years old now, and this happened back in 1984. I was in the
Marine Corps, and had just finished a tour of duty overseas. My wife and
young daughter had stayed with her mother while I was gone.
After I returned, we rented an apartment at a "garden-style" apartment
complex. They were some of the newest and nicest apartments in town. We
signed the lease, then went to the storage facility to get a few items for
the night, and planned to get the
rest of our belongings the next day.
As we started to settle in for the night, my wife was getting our daughter
(who was less than a year old) ready for bed, and I took some quilts and
blankets into the bedroom to make us a place to sleep.
As soon as I entered our bedroom, a feeling of terror came over me. I ran
from the room without thinking, and told my wife I couldnt sleep in there
tonight. But after that night, every thing was fine, until a few months
Our routine was to watch the evening news, then go to bed. She would
immediately roll over and go to sleep, while I would read in bed for 30-45
minutes. I never dozed off with my glasses on. I always sat with my back
against the headboard, and a pillow
behind my back.
One night, I sensed someone was watching me. I slowly raised my eyes, and
saw someone or something in the doorway to the bedroom. This "figure" was
covered from head to toe in what looked liked a dirty white sheet. The
shape of it filled the entire
doorway. It seemed to be swaying gently from side to side. My first
thought was that there was an intruder in the apartment, and I was
wondering how he got in. I kept a Kabar (Marine Corps fighting knife) in
the top drawer in the night stand.
Suddenly, "it" rushed at me. I rolled out of bed and onto the floor,
preparing to defend myself. I felt a rush of air as "it" went by me. I
grabbed the Kabar out of the drawer and jumped to my feet, but whatever it
was had disappeared.
I immediately ran from room to room, looking for the intruder and checking
to see if all windows and doors were locked, which they were.
We lived in that apartment for several more months, until my discharge.
The incident never happened again, and to this day I have no idea what it
When my ondest daughther was about 6 years old, a young college student
gave her a dark brown gunie pig which we named Poopsie. We kept the pet
in a cage in the house and occasionally would let it out in the back yard
to get fresh air and exercise. One day we let it to play and after about
15 minutes my daughter went out to check on it, came back in the house and
told her mother "Mommy, Poopsie's head is gone". Neither my wife or I
could believe it. We went outside and sure enough right next to the house
and immediately to the right of the door on the back pourch was a little
ball of fur. I looked at it trying to figgure out what seemed so odd.
There was was a perfectly clean ball of fur with a small drop of blood
about the size of a match head in the spot where the head would have been
attached. The animal was in a perfect position as is it was just setting
on all fours in a natural position. I thought perhaps a dog had attacked
it but no hair was wet or ruffeled like it would have been had it been
attacked by a dog or other animal. I grew up in on a ranch and had seen
many times what happens when one animal attacks another but yet that was
the only explanation I could come up with. There was no phsical signs of
this type of attack. There was a close knit fence around the entire back
yard and it could not have gotten out nor could a dog have entered the
yard. There were no dogs in the yards next door. I looked for over an
hour trying to find the head to that little animal. No head was ever
found. I just buried the little fellow and marked this down as a
Ron <rondl a juno com>
TX USA - Saturday, September 01, 2001 at 15:07:58 (PDT)
day waterskiing on Lake Powell we turn in for the night in our room at the
hotel by the Marina. I awake later, with the feeling that some force was
trying to take my son. Sure enough, he (about 5 or so at the time) was
headed for the door. I try to get up to stop him and my legs are
senseless - I fall on the floor. I call to my wife to get him - she wakes
and thinks I'm nuts (she was always grumpy if I woke her). Meanwhile my
son is at the door, I'm yelling at him to stop, he finally does. He says
his stomach hurt and it hurt more if he didn't go to the door. He finally
was able to return and still remembers this weird scary occurance - some
force telling him to go out the door. What was this?!!! |
Barry Klein <barryklein a home com>
Trabuco Canyon, CA USA - Sunday, December 24, 2000 at 23:14:04 (PST)
Well, here's mine...I have only spoken about it to close friends and
so I might as well share it with everyone.
Three years ago, my daughter, now 7, slept in me and my wife's
to the fact of us only having a one bedroom apartment. That's really only
background, so let me continue. At about 3:00 in the morning, I awoke to
my daughter sitting straight up in her bed, eyes big as saucers, mouth
breathing heavily. I sat up and asked her was she okay, when I realized
she was starrign at something. We always left the bathroom light on
she needed to go, she couldn't reach the light, so the hallway was well
illuminated. I looked to where her eyes were aimed at, and this is where
gets freaky, however, very honest.
All I could see from my perspective was a shadow of someone very tall
big, however, yes, yes, yes, a little bit of horror movie coming out here,
wasn't a person. The shape was wrong, and the head, well, the shadow was
and looked as if the head was covered in dread-locks. I couldn't move,
like my daughter, and at my angle all I could see was a shadow, she SAW
The shadow moved out of line of sight, and I snapped. I hopped up
grabbed my firearm that I kept in our room, removed the gun lock, pointed
daughter and growled at her, "Stay here!" I pushed my wife on the bed and
demanded that she was to wake up, and I moved into the hallway. Nothing.
moved throughout the apartment, and still, nothing. I feel bad about
this, but my daughter could have gotten hurt that night because she came
the room behind me regardless of what I told her and I spun around on her.
have been trained with a firearm, so my finger was not on the trigger for
I immediately went through the apartment turning on lights, and sat
daughter on the sofa. My wife came out, bewildered why we were up and why
my gun. I immediately began to ask my daughter what did she see, but she
only look at me and shake. After a while, she began to cry.
The next day, I tried to ask her about it again, but I got the same
as I did the night before. She wouldn't say anything, and eventually she
to cry. Recently, like other times in the past, I would try to ask her
what she saw, but she would simply grow distant and space off. After a
she would simply whisper, "Nothing". I don't know. That was three years
and I still can see the shadow, but she saw it...whatever it was. We
awake, I hadn't been drinking, and I am quite sane. I would normally not
believe other people's stories, and would simply appreciate them as just a
old fashioned boogey-man tale, and that would be that.
So, if any of you have had an unexpected shadow near your children,
know. I feel freaked out again here at work, typing this, remembering
hope it was all a dream.
since as long as i can remember i have had unexplained scarring on my
genital area.i have talked to everyone in my family,and learned nothing.i
have 5 piercings around my penis.no one has been able to explain them to
me(well how they got there)not even my doctor.something like that has to
stay in for awhile to remain open like that!i am 27 now and since i can
remember they have been there??????!!!!!!
I too, have this phenomena with street lights going out when I pass by
underneath. In my case, I feel it is a curse or anathema, Ever since I saw
flash of light, like a camera flash, back in 1991, people's attitude
changed drastically. Now everyone seems to disagree with me or sides
My family, sisters, mom, no longer want to have anything to do with me. I
an alcholholic, drug user, or mentally ill, however I am treated like an
outcast. In my case, I believe it is some sort of curse, I read Ben and
William's book, "Black Hope" and found that this phenomena occurred with
their children everytime they walked down the block. This family's true
story inspired the movie, "Poltergiest II" You can read this book about a
who bought a new home unknowingly built over a cemetary. Respond if
had a negative experience with this phenomena.
Oslow,Andy <www.r0001da a paranormal com>
Uriel, CA USA - Thursday, January 25, 2001 at 12:38:05 (PST)
About 5 yrs ago, I opened the front door at night to go into the yard
and play, when something dark caught my eye. When I looked at it, it was
the shape of a masculen man with his back towards me and he was all
dressed in black. I
was instantly filled with fear and all sound disappeared. As soon as I
could move again I ran inside to tell my mother. She quickly went with me
to go outside but, she became filled with fear herself as her hand grabbed
knob to open it. Not knowing what caused her to feel terror, she turned
around and grabed my hands and said "let's pray". We did and then she
opened the door. Everything was normal again.....Never did find an
explanation for my seeing the man all in black plus all sound
jonanna <annquinones a bellsouth.net>
Miami, FL USA - Tuesday, January 25, 2000 at 12:52:57 (PST)
I beleive you would call this a paranormal encounter. Four years ago my
grandmother had to have emergency angio-plasti surgery in Oklahoma City.
My grandfather and mom both went to the City to be with her during her
hospital stay. Some relatives of our s, I don't know exactly how we are
related to them, were living in a old house outside of the city. My
grand-pa and mom went there to stay because it was free. No hotel bills,
or food costs. When they arrived they unpacked the car and got settled in.
My mom who was living in Kansas City at the time had brought her two
Newfoundland dogs. Immediatley the dogs were acting strange, my mother
told me. Poe the male, was barking at things, and wouldn't enter certain
areas of the house. He would go to the room e ntrance then stop. My mom
would place his food bowl in one room of the house, and he wouldn't even
eat. My mom thought this was strange, but maybe he was nervous. That
evening my relatives told my grand-pa and mom of all the strange
happenings that occured in the house.(There are many I can't tell them in
this story) My mom and grand-pa just laughed at them, and thought they
were crazy. Neither my mom nor grand-pa beleived in ghosts. Later on the
dogs were still acting weird, it was late and my mom was trying to go to
sleep. Poe kept on panting and circling her, so finally she got upset and
was going to throw him out. She told me as she was getting up, she felt
three shocks go through her body and collapsed unable to move, then
passing out. As this was going on my grandfather was up in the attice
which had be converted into a room. Being up in the attic it was hot, and
he had a box fan blowing on him. He told me as he was laying there he
couldn't go to sleep becasue it was so hot. As he lay there he was looking
at the ceiling, when he couldn't feel the fan blowing on him anymore. He
looked over at the fan, and could still see the blades spinning but the
air was no longer hitting him. He was getting up to go down stairs,
becasue he was hot, a nd this was just strange. As he got up he felt
something press down on his legs and chest. He told me he fought it and
fought it for almost 4 hours, finally it let go of him, and he threw
himself off the bed, becasue of the strength he was using trying to get
up. My grand-pa is a mechanic, who has huge muslces, he is a strong man,
and served in WW2. He never believed in horsecrap, as he called it,
before. Now he carrys a cross with him all the time. He told me he was
more scared in that attic than anytime in the w ar. My mother who was
never religious went through the training to be catholic, and now has
rosarys over her bed at all times. They would never make this up. I have
always wanted to go there and check it out, but they said they will never
go back. Soon after that, my relatives moved out. I wish I could tell the
other events that have occured there, but I would be speaking thrid
person, so I will stick to what I know is no joke.|
John Seyerle <colin a clandjop com>
Pittsburg, KS USA - Saturday, April 05, 1997 at 09:46:23 (PST)