Kent Library -- Carmel, New York
My sister Carol has a house in Burrillville, Rhode Island right over the border from Putnam Connecticut. It had been her boyfriend Tim's house where he grew up with his family. A few years ago she was staying over in the house and she brought a nightgown upstairs to the bedroom. She lay it on the bed and went downstairs for a minute, and when she came back the nightgown was gone. It just disappeared. She looked all over for the nightgown, but she couldn't find it, so she wound up wearing one of her boyfriends' shirts to bed that night. It didn't seem like much, but a couple weeks later she found the nightgown in an old chest that was in the room.
What was interesting about the story is that when my sister first met her boyfriend, he took her up to Burrillville to meet his mother, and the mother never liked her. They weren't married, they were good Catholics, they were living in sin and so-on and so-forth. After fourteen years they're still not married! The mother just didn't like her. Shortly after that the mother died. She fell down the stairs in the house.
This story about the nightgown happened about three years ago. As I said, they live in the house where Carol's boyfriend's mother died, and they do stay in the mother's room. When the nightgown disappeared no one was in the house but Carol and Tim. She did find it several weeks later hidden in this trunk; but Carol is convinced that the mother is still there and that she took the nightgown off the bed and put it in the trunk so they wouldn't sleep together. Different things have happened, being walking into a room and suddenly feeling freezing cold is one of them. Hearing footsteps is another, but the most significant thing was the missing nightgown, and she thinks that her boyfriend's mother still doesn't like her.
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This happened about three years ago. A little history on it, I've spoken to people who believe in spirits and stuff like that, like my crazy sister-in-law. They say they know the colors they like, and they know their names and all of this stuff. But I'm the kind of person that needs proof. I gotta know for sure. I need some kind of proof.
So, one night I go to bed and the bedroom is small. It's about 8x10 and the bed is in the corner, so nothing gets to me unless I can see it. So I go to bed one night. I'm laying on my right side. The wall is behind me and the headboard is against the wall. I'm laying there and I'm going to ask if there's anything in the room, if there's such things as spirits, I gotta know. I said, "I gotta know right now. I don't want to know a week or a month down the road or whatever. It's gotta be right now, I've gotta know yes or no. And if they're not, well, I'm not going to ask again. This is it." I said, "Just one thing. Don't scare the ____ out of me. I don't want you dropping in through the ceiling, appearing in this room or anything like that."
Now, my dog is listening to this. The dog is three feet away, she's giving me the side-eye like, 'Who's he talking to?'. But I'm watching the dog because the dog is going to know anything that happens. So I'm laying there, when all of a sudden I feel two big steps in the bed behind me. BOOM! BOOM! Not light, but the way that I would have stepped on the mattress. I bounced up and down and I put my arm behind me--and thank God, I don't feel a leg back there. And I say, 'Thank you. That's enough!' Because if something would have touched me, I would have had a heart attack. So it kind of knew. I'll do this and this guy won't panic and jump out the window. So it was interesting.
I have friends who tell me, 'Do that again. you have to prove that that was real.' No I don't! You don't want to be calling stuff. You don't know who's there. Once is enough.
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Danbury Library -- Danbury, Connecticut
About 30 years ago my wife and I and my son and his wife went camping up to New Hampshire on the Saco Rover. We decided to go canoeing the next day down the river. So we get everything all together, got in the canoe and started going down. It got pretty swift. We were coming to a corner and here's a tree laying half on the ground and half in the water. So my son's wife, Kathy, was with me and my wife was in another canoe with our son. Now, if you damaged the canoe you had to pay for it when you got back. So we're going along at a pretty fast clip and here's this tree. So I said, "Kathy, put your foot out and try to push the boat away because we're going to hit that tree." Sure enough we hit it, and the boat turns over and fills up with water. She's caught underneath the boat between the boat and tree, and I'm not strong enough to push the canoe back so she could get up. She was under water. So my son jumps out of his canoe and tries to come over to try and help. In the meantime here's this 60's thin guy, white hair sitting on a sandy part of the shore. Nothing else around because we're going through the woods. I'm pushing for all I'm worth. Jeffrey is calling to Kathy. All of a sudden I look and I see this hand on the top corner point of the canoe. He says to me, "Relax". That's all he said. Then with one hand, he pulled that canoe up and Kathy came up out of the water. I turned around to thank him, and this guy is gone. So from that day on I believe in angels.
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We were having a family reunion in New Jersey. We have a rather large family, and everybody was together. One of the things we did is that everybody who passed away was given a balloon and you write the person who passed away's name on the balloon. So we all went out in the yard, and I had put my mother's name on a balloon. Everybody let the balloons go on the count of three. Every single balloon went up except my mother's. It stayed at an average height, about 5 feet off the ground. It floated the whole afternoon. It floated around the yard, in the house, all over. So we all said, 'Mom never wanted to leave the party!'
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I don't share this story with anyone, but since I feel like I'm amongst friends. I'm 43 now, and this happened when I was 16 years old I grew up in a pretty haunted house. I want to say that my family was kind of religious, so we had a belief system to call for help if something were to happen; especially with a house being kind of busy (with ghosts). This is a scary story, but one night I was in bed. The lights were off and I was awakened, and it was a really thick, blacker-than-black mist that came into my room, and it smelled like sulfur. And it came and it started to choke me--three times it started to choke me. The first time I called out, and my believe system was to call out to God so I called out to Jesus and it froze and it disappeared. And then the second time it came back and it's choking me. I can't breathe, I'm choking and there's pressure on my neck. There's the disgusting smell of sulphur, and there was just fear and death. I called out Jesus and it stopped. The last time it came back it's choking me and I'm like, 'God, I'm going to die'. And then I see out of the corner, it was like a movie. A light comes out of the corner, a bright light and it stops. The hands are still around my neck. And I hear a voice say, "What are you doing here. Don't you know she's mine? You have no right to be here." Then the voice said, "You are to leave and you're never to come back, and I'm placing angels in the corners of her room." I don't know if it's coincidence, but I ended up getting cancer years later in my throat.
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I was on 'death watch' for a friend's dad who had pancreatic cancer. It was in the middle of the night and he was sent home from hospice. I was sitting in the chair and I'm kind of getting tired, and I see a shadow in the doorway. A black shadow. I remember shaking my head like 'I'm seeing this, but I can't be seeing this'. I wouldn't have thought anything about it had he not started to freak out in his bed. He had already been given medication to pass, to help him to relax and to go into his state, but he started freaking out in his bed when the shadow came into the room. I was struck with fear, and I just shut my eyes and then it was gone. I had to go home, and when I came back I heard that he had passed away. And the only thing that I can remember is, do you know the mummy they discovered where he looks shocked and scared? That was the state of this man. His face. Once he passed away, he just was struck with fear at whatever was coming in the doorway for him, even when he passed away. I got to see him. He was gone, his mouth was open, his eyes were wide open. He was horrified. Horrified.
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I'm 30 now, but this happened when I was a teenager. I grew up in a very old building in Yonkers. I always knew that there was something that was not right with this building. My family all lived in the same building, so all the neighborhood kids would hang out in our house since we lived on the first floor.
One day we invited one of our friends to come over. She was always into witchcraft and all these different things from a young age. So one day she came with a book bag and she pulls out this Ouija board. I didn't know what it was, and she was like, "I hear that you guys can talk to spirits with this." She was telling us about it and I was like, "Cool! Let's play it!" So, somehow everyone ends up coming into our apartment and there's maybe like thirteen of us in one little living room, and we're all like, 'Can this thing really work.'
So, four or five of us gathered around and we started asking it questions. Four of us had our fingers on the planchette and it starts to move. I'm like, 'Come on guys. Stop messing around.' And they're like, 'I'm not moving it!' So we all start freaking out and we ask for a name. And it goes to J-A-V and none of us knew what it meant. My first name starts with a J and my last name starts with a V but I didn't put anything together. And so maybe about five minutes after, something in my brain just clicked. My parents lost a son at a very young age, and his initials are JAV, and I immediately became flooded with emotions and was just bawling. I asked if this was my brother and the planchette went to YES. When that happened I just walked away and I could not control my emotions. I had to stop.
After that happened I came back. We used to have a reclinable chair and my dog was sitting at the top, she was laying at the top of the chair. It was one of those big old fashioned ind of chairs. Somebody asked, 'Was this real? If that was real can you please make a sign?' We lived on the first floor, but there was about 10 feet between the base of the building to our window. And it just sounded like a rock hit the window. My dog freaked out and started barking at the window. We were like, we're done!
About a week later I was feeling really uneasy the remainder of the week and I ended up falling asleep in the same livingroom where we had played with the Ouija board. I was watching TV, I fell asleep and I wake up in the middle of the night. This was an old building, and there was an indented part where our sofa was, and there was a stained glass chandelier. I look up and this chandelier was spinning in circles. I just freaked out. I couldn't move, I couldn't scream, I couldn't get up. And then I just remember closing my eyes really tight and holding onto the pillows around me and I'm like, 'God if you're here please help me leave this room' and I just bolted out and ran to my room.
I didn't tell anybody until about seven years later. My mom was really pissed at me, even seven years later! That was the one experience I have that have manifested and I physically experienced something moving around me.
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I live in a house from 1775 with my parents, so it's really old. We hear creaky stuff, and doors, and my dad's a huge skeptic so he just writes it off. Nothing major has ever happened, but recently I was taking a nap in my parents' bed one day and I woke up to someone clapping right next to my face. Like LOUD. It jolted me awake. And I could feel the presence, almost the breeze from the clapping being right next to my ear. I was terrified. And I immediately called and told my parents, and my mom actually confessed a week later that she had the exact same thing happen to her with the clapping, and that she just wrote it off and never told anybody. Nothing has happened since, but I saged the shit out of my house after that so that could be why! I did a lot of investigation into it because I was terrified. That was several months ago and nothing has happened since. That was the one thing that I ever personally experience that made me think, maybe this is really. So, I'm not so skeptical after that.
Oxford Library -- Oxford, Connecticut
I have a Ouija board story. The one and only time that I ever would participate in it. I went to Salve Regina College in Newport. This was back in the winter of 1986/87 when the college had just recently turned co-ed, so all the boys were in one dormitory—Carey Mansion where they filmed Dark Shadows. The mansion was about 150 years old at the time, and Salve Regina had a lease on it. They no longer do, and it’s no longer a dormitory. But at the time it was the boys dorm, and it was very creepy. Picture gargoyles and things like that. I always hated going there. I always had just a really creepy feeling when I went there, and everybody would say to me, ‘Oh, it’s just because it’s creepy looking. There’s really nothing going on there.’
My sister Carol has a house in Burrillville, Rhode Island right over the border from Putnam Connecticut. It had been her boyfriend Tim's house where he grew up with his family. A few years ago she was staying over in the house and she brought a nightgown upstairs to the bedroom. She lay it on the bed and went downstairs for a minute, and when she came back the nightgown was gone. It just disappeared. She looked all over for the nightgown, but she couldn't find it, so she wound up wearing one of her boyfriends' shirts to bed that night. It didn't seem like much, but a couple weeks later she found the nightgown in an old chest that was in the room.
What was interesting about the story is that when my sister first met her boyfriend, he took her up to Burrillville to meet his mother, and the mother never liked her. They weren't married, they were good Catholics, they were living in sin and so-on and so-forth. After fourteen years they're still not married! The mother just didn't like her. Shortly after that the mother died. She fell down the stairs in the house.
This story about the nightgown happened about three years ago. As I said, they live in the house where Carol's boyfriend's mother died, and they do stay in the mother's room. When the nightgown disappeared no one was in the house but Carol and Tim. She did find it several weeks later hidden in this trunk; but Carol is convinced that the mother is still there and that she took the nightgown off the bed and put it in the trunk so they wouldn't sleep together. Different things have happened, being walking into a room and suddenly feeling freezing cold is one of them. Hearing footsteps is another, but the most significant thing was the missing nightgown, and she thinks that her boyfriend's mother still doesn't like her.
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This happened about three years ago. A little history on it, I've spoken to people who believe in spirits and stuff like that, like my crazy sister-in-law. They say they know the colors they like, and they know their names and all of this stuff. But I'm the kind of person that needs proof. I gotta know for sure. I need some kind of proof.
So, one night I go to bed and the bedroom is small. It's about 8x10 and the bed is in the corner, so nothing gets to me unless I can see it. So I go to bed one night. I'm laying on my right side. The wall is behind me and the headboard is against the wall. I'm laying there and I'm going to ask if there's anything in the room, if there's such things as spirits, I gotta know. I said, "I gotta know right now. I don't want to know a week or a month down the road or whatever. It's gotta be right now, I've gotta know yes or no. And if they're not, well, I'm not going to ask again. This is it." I said, "Just one thing. Don't scare the ____ out of me. I don't want you dropping in through the ceiling, appearing in this room or anything like that."
Now, my dog is listening to this. The dog is three feet away, she's giving me the side-eye like, 'Who's he talking to?'. But I'm watching the dog because the dog is going to know anything that happens. So I'm laying there, when all of a sudden I feel two big steps in the bed behind me. BOOM! BOOM! Not light, but the way that I would have stepped on the mattress. I bounced up and down and I put my arm behind me--and thank God, I don't feel a leg back there. And I say, 'Thank you. That's enough!' Because if something would have touched me, I would have had a heart attack. So it kind of knew. I'll do this and this guy won't panic and jump out the window. So it was interesting.
I have friends who tell me, 'Do that again. you have to prove that that was real.' No I don't! You don't want to be calling stuff. You don't know who's there. Once is enough.
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Danbury Library -- Danbury, Connecticut
About 30 years ago my wife and I and my son and his wife went camping up to New Hampshire on the Saco Rover. We decided to go canoeing the next day down the river. So we get everything all together, got in the canoe and started going down. It got pretty swift. We were coming to a corner and here's a tree laying half on the ground and half in the water. So my son's wife, Kathy, was with me and my wife was in another canoe with our son. Now, if you damaged the canoe you had to pay for it when you got back. So we're going along at a pretty fast clip and here's this tree. So I said, "Kathy, put your foot out and try to push the boat away because we're going to hit that tree." Sure enough we hit it, and the boat turns over and fills up with water. She's caught underneath the boat between the boat and tree, and I'm not strong enough to push the canoe back so she could get up. She was under water. So my son jumps out of his canoe and tries to come over to try and help. In the meantime here's this 60's thin guy, white hair sitting on a sandy part of the shore. Nothing else around because we're going through the woods. I'm pushing for all I'm worth. Jeffrey is calling to Kathy. All of a sudden I look and I see this hand on the top corner point of the canoe. He says to me, "Relax". That's all he said. Then with one hand, he pulled that canoe up and Kathy came up out of the water. I turned around to thank him, and this guy is gone. So from that day on I believe in angels.
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We were having a family reunion in New Jersey. We have a rather large family, and everybody was together. One of the things we did is that everybody who passed away was given a balloon and you write the person who passed away's name on the balloon. So we all went out in the yard, and I had put my mother's name on a balloon. Everybody let the balloons go on the count of three. Every single balloon went up except my mother's. It stayed at an average height, about 5 feet off the ground. It floated the whole afternoon. It floated around the yard, in the house, all over. So we all said, 'Mom never wanted to leave the party!'
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I don't share this story with anyone, but since I feel like I'm amongst friends. I'm 43 now, and this happened when I was 16 years old I grew up in a pretty haunted house. I want to say that my family was kind of religious, so we had a belief system to call for help if something were to happen; especially with a house being kind of busy (with ghosts). This is a scary story, but one night I was in bed. The lights were off and I was awakened, and it was a really thick, blacker-than-black mist that came into my room, and it smelled like sulfur. And it came and it started to choke me--three times it started to choke me. The first time I called out, and my believe system was to call out to God so I called out to Jesus and it froze and it disappeared. And then the second time it came back and it's choking me. I can't breathe, I'm choking and there's pressure on my neck. There's the disgusting smell of sulphur, and there was just fear and death. I called out Jesus and it stopped. The last time it came back it's choking me and I'm like, 'God, I'm going to die'. And then I see out of the corner, it was like a movie. A light comes out of the corner, a bright light and it stops. The hands are still around my neck. And I hear a voice say, "What are you doing here. Don't you know she's mine? You have no right to be here." Then the voice said, "You are to leave and you're never to come back, and I'm placing angels in the corners of her room." I don't know if it's coincidence, but I ended up getting cancer years later in my throat.
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I was on 'death watch' for a friend's dad who had pancreatic cancer. It was in the middle of the night and he was sent home from hospice. I was sitting in the chair and I'm kind of getting tired, and I see a shadow in the doorway. A black shadow. I remember shaking my head like 'I'm seeing this, but I can't be seeing this'. I wouldn't have thought anything about it had he not started to freak out in his bed. He had already been given medication to pass, to help him to relax and to go into his state, but he started freaking out in his bed when the shadow came into the room. I was struck with fear, and I just shut my eyes and then it was gone. I had to go home, and when I came back I heard that he had passed away. And the only thing that I can remember is, do you know the mummy they discovered where he looks shocked and scared? That was the state of this man. His face. Once he passed away, he just was struck with fear at whatever was coming in the doorway for him, even when he passed away. I got to see him. He was gone, his mouth was open, his eyes were wide open. He was horrified. Horrified.
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I'm 30 now, but this happened when I was a teenager. I grew up in a very old building in Yonkers. I always knew that there was something that was not right with this building. My family all lived in the same building, so all the neighborhood kids would hang out in our house since we lived on the first floor.
One day we invited one of our friends to come over. She was always into witchcraft and all these different things from a young age. So one day she came with a book bag and she pulls out this Ouija board. I didn't know what it was, and she was like, "I hear that you guys can talk to spirits with this." She was telling us about it and I was like, "Cool! Let's play it!" So, somehow everyone ends up coming into our apartment and there's maybe like thirteen of us in one little living room, and we're all like, 'Can this thing really work.'
So, four or five of us gathered around and we started asking it questions. Four of us had our fingers on the planchette and it starts to move. I'm like, 'Come on guys. Stop messing around.' And they're like, 'I'm not moving it!' So we all start freaking out and we ask for a name. And it goes to J-A-V and none of us knew what it meant. My first name starts with a J and my last name starts with a V but I didn't put anything together. And so maybe about five minutes after, something in my brain just clicked. My parents lost a son at a very young age, and his initials are JAV, and I immediately became flooded with emotions and was just bawling. I asked if this was my brother and the planchette went to YES. When that happened I just walked away and I could not control my emotions. I had to stop.
After that happened I came back. We used to have a reclinable chair and my dog was sitting at the top, she was laying at the top of the chair. It was one of those big old fashioned ind of chairs. Somebody asked, 'Was this real? If that was real can you please make a sign?' We lived on the first floor, but there was about 10 feet between the base of the building to our window. And it just sounded like a rock hit the window. My dog freaked out and started barking at the window. We were like, we're done!
About a week later I was feeling really uneasy the remainder of the week and I ended up falling asleep in the same livingroom where we had played with the Ouija board. I was watching TV, I fell asleep and I wake up in the middle of the night. This was an old building, and there was an indented part where our sofa was, and there was a stained glass chandelier. I look up and this chandelier was spinning in circles. I just freaked out. I couldn't move, I couldn't scream, I couldn't get up. And then I just remember closing my eyes really tight and holding onto the pillows around me and I'm like, 'God if you're here please help me leave this room' and I just bolted out and ran to my room.
I didn't tell anybody until about seven years later. My mom was really pissed at me, even seven years later! That was the one experience I have that have manifested and I physically experienced something moving around me.
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I live in a house from 1775 with my parents, so it's really old. We hear creaky stuff, and doors, and my dad's a huge skeptic so he just writes it off. Nothing major has ever happened, but recently I was taking a nap in my parents' bed one day and I woke up to someone clapping right next to my face. Like LOUD. It jolted me awake. And I could feel the presence, almost the breeze from the clapping being right next to my ear. I was terrified. And I immediately called and told my parents, and my mom actually confessed a week later that she had the exact same thing happen to her with the clapping, and that she just wrote it off and never told anybody. Nothing has happened since, but I saged the shit out of my house after that so that could be why! I did a lot of investigation into it because I was terrified. That was several months ago and nothing has happened since. That was the one thing that I ever personally experience that made me think, maybe this is really. So, I'm not so skeptical after that.
Oxford Library -- Oxford, Connecticut
I have a Ouija board story. The one and only time that I ever would participate in it. I went to Salve Regina College in Newport. This was back in the winter of 1986/87 when the college had just recently turned co-ed, so all the boys were in one dormitory—Carey Mansion where they filmed Dark Shadows. The mansion was about 150 years old at the time, and Salve Regina had a lease on it. They no longer do, and it’s no longer a dormitory. But at the time it was the boys dorm, and it was very creepy. Picture gargoyles and things like that. I always hated going there. I always had just a really creepy feeling when I went there, and everybody would say to me, ‘Oh, it’s just because it’s creepy looking. There’s really nothing going on there.’
So one night a group of girls decided to do the Ouija board at Carey Mansion, and they shamed me into coming with them. You know, like ’Come on, don’t be chicken’, So, I went. When we got there we found out that all the boys were out somewhere, but we decided to stay anyway and we went into what they called the study room. This was a big room that had three ten foot tall iron grate windows; you know, those real thick glass windows—and they never opened. They were always shut because it was impossible to open them.
So, we went to the study room and there were ten girls; eight of us around the table, and two girls who sat on the table criss-cross with the Ouija board on their lap. Contrary to what you were saying before about how the Ouija board planchette in your story was going fast, these girls were going really slow with the Ouija board. So they started asking questions. They took forever. Literally like an hour to answer these questions: Is there a spirit here? — Yes. Are you a good spirit or a bad spirit? — Bad. What is your name? — And it spelled out ‘Sebastian’.
So now we’re all starting to get a little antsy and tired and a little creeped out, so they were like “Sebastian, if you’re here show us a sign.” And nothing happens. They ask a second time, nothing happens. The third time they ask and I said, “Yeah, the window’s going to fly open next,” and as soon as the words left my mouth the window flew open and wind and little snowflakes came in, because it was flurrying outside. Well, it was pandemonium. I was at the edge of the table. I remember trying to get out the door, which was right there, and this girl who was about six feet tall and two hundred pounds landed on top of me and knocked the wind out of me.
Everybody ran out and I’m laying in the hallway and I’m stunned, and all of a sudden there’s a man looking over me and it’s the priest who lives upstairs. He was from Ireland, Father Meade. And Father Meade was looking at me like, ‘What the hell is this girl doing on the floor?’ And I just pointed into the room and he looked and he just went white. He said, “How did you open that window?” and I said, “It flew open.” “Don’t like to me,” he said. “We’re not lying, Father. The window flew open.” And then I started to cry because now I’m totally freaked out. And he sees the Ouija board and I said, “I know it’s a sin!” — because here I am this Catholic girl. “It’s only a sin if you believe,” he said. And I’m like “I’m crying because I believe because the window just flew open!”
Everybody left me there with Father Meade, and he just did not believe me. He had to call people to come and put the window back in place because it weighted so much. No one could ever open these windows, and he just could not believe that one just flew open by itself. I said to him, “Father, when we were doing the Ouija board I said it and the window flew open,” and he was looking at me like I lost my marbles.
I never stepped foot in there again, and I use that story to tell young people never to touch the Ouija board. I probably didn’t sleep for two weeks after that. I’ve heard stories that Kerry mansion is haunted, you know, Urban legends. But I really experienced this. It happened to me many, many years ago and I’ll never forget it.
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I’m a graphic designer and I was doing an ad for ‘Global Health’. I was looking at stock photography, and I was on the computer just looking at pictures of globes and stethoscopes—pages and pages trying to find the right image. There were 25 images I was looking at, and right in the center is a black image with white letters, and it said “Hi my love”. And I looked at it and I thought, ‘That’s so strange! Why would that be in here?’ So I just kept looking for pictures, then I did my ad and afterward I thought, “Whoa! That’s so weird” Because when I used to talk to my mom all the time, when we’d say goodbye she would say, “Goodbye my love”. My mom has been gone for about five years. So, I said, that was so strange so I searched it ‘Hi my love’ and I never found it again. So I think that definitely was a message from her, and I wasn’t even thinking of her at the time. But I guess she was thinking of me.
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I’m a nurse, and this happened when I was just a graduate nurse and it was right after I lost my very first patient. I was driving home and I was upset, I was shaken and crying a bit about it. And as I was driving home I felt a pressure on my right shoulder, and all of a sudden I just started feeling a calming sensation coming over me after that. And then I knew that she was OK. She was telling me, “I’m OK”.
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This happened in August of 2007 in Bristol, Connecticut. We live across the street from a funeral parlor. It has three stories, and they used to rent out the third floor, but the fire department stopped them from renting it out because it didn’t have the extra staircase, so nobody was living up there at the time.
It was a hot night, and I was sleeping on our sun porch which is in the front of the house. It was a humid night and there was heat lightning, and this happened about 2 AM. I looked up at the funeral parlor and coming out of the top left hand window was a solid black shadow. It oozed out of the corner of one of the windows and just zipped around the front of the house, then around the corner of the house real fast. It was human shaped, and elongated (see illustration drawn by the person who told the story) because it came out of the corner of the window. It started out as a small shape, then grew into a long, full shape that zipped right around the corner of the house.
So, we went to the study room and there were ten girls; eight of us around the table, and two girls who sat on the table criss-cross with the Ouija board on their lap. Contrary to what you were saying before about how the Ouija board planchette in your story was going fast, these girls were going really slow with the Ouija board. So they started asking questions. They took forever. Literally like an hour to answer these questions: Is there a spirit here? — Yes. Are you a good spirit or a bad spirit? — Bad. What is your name? — And it spelled out ‘Sebastian’.
So now we’re all starting to get a little antsy and tired and a little creeped out, so they were like “Sebastian, if you’re here show us a sign.” And nothing happens. They ask a second time, nothing happens. The third time they ask and I said, “Yeah, the window’s going to fly open next,” and as soon as the words left my mouth the window flew open and wind and little snowflakes came in, because it was flurrying outside. Well, it was pandemonium. I was at the edge of the table. I remember trying to get out the door, which was right there, and this girl who was about six feet tall and two hundred pounds landed on top of me and knocked the wind out of me.
Everybody ran out and I’m laying in the hallway and I’m stunned, and all of a sudden there’s a man looking over me and it’s the priest who lives upstairs. He was from Ireland, Father Meade. And Father Meade was looking at me like, ‘What the hell is this girl doing on the floor?’ And I just pointed into the room and he looked and he just went white. He said, “How did you open that window?” and I said, “It flew open.” “Don’t like to me,” he said. “We’re not lying, Father. The window flew open.” And then I started to cry because now I’m totally freaked out. And he sees the Ouija board and I said, “I know it’s a sin!” — because here I am this Catholic girl. “It’s only a sin if you believe,” he said. And I’m like “I’m crying because I believe because the window just flew open!”
Everybody left me there with Father Meade, and he just did not believe me. He had to call people to come and put the window back in place because it weighted so much. No one could ever open these windows, and he just could not believe that one just flew open by itself. I said to him, “Father, when we were doing the Ouija board I said it and the window flew open,” and he was looking at me like I lost my marbles.
I never stepped foot in there again, and I use that story to tell young people never to touch the Ouija board. I probably didn’t sleep for two weeks after that. I’ve heard stories that Kerry mansion is haunted, you know, Urban legends. But I really experienced this. It happened to me many, many years ago and I’ll never forget it.
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I’m a graphic designer and I was doing an ad for ‘Global Health’. I was looking at stock photography, and I was on the computer just looking at pictures of globes and stethoscopes—pages and pages trying to find the right image. There were 25 images I was looking at, and right in the center is a black image with white letters, and it said “Hi my love”. And I looked at it and I thought, ‘That’s so strange! Why would that be in here?’ So I just kept looking for pictures, then I did my ad and afterward I thought, “Whoa! That’s so weird” Because when I used to talk to my mom all the time, when we’d say goodbye she would say, “Goodbye my love”. My mom has been gone for about five years. So, I said, that was so strange so I searched it ‘Hi my love’ and I never found it again. So I think that definitely was a message from her, and I wasn’t even thinking of her at the time. But I guess she was thinking of me.
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I’m a nurse, and this happened when I was just a graduate nurse and it was right after I lost my very first patient. I was driving home and I was upset, I was shaken and crying a bit about it. And as I was driving home I felt a pressure on my right shoulder, and all of a sudden I just started feeling a calming sensation coming over me after that. And then I knew that she was OK. She was telling me, “I’m OK”.
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This happened in August of 2007 in Bristol, Connecticut. We live across the street from a funeral parlor. It has three stories, and they used to rent out the third floor, but the fire department stopped them from renting it out because it didn’t have the extra staircase, so nobody was living up there at the time.
It was a hot night, and I was sleeping on our sun porch which is in the front of the house. It was a humid night and there was heat lightning, and this happened about 2 AM. I looked up at the funeral parlor and coming out of the top left hand window was a solid black shadow. It oozed out of the corner of one of the windows and just zipped around the front of the house, then around the corner of the house real fast. It was human shaped, and elongated (see illustration drawn by the person who told the story) because it came out of the corner of the window. It started out as a small shape, then grew into a long, full shape that zipped right around the corner of the house.
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I’m in a dance group and we do a performance at a camp in Woodstock, Connecticut every fall. This year, when we were doing out performance our audio kept messing up. We were recording the whole thing and when the person who had the camera went to go back and check the recordings, half of it didn’t record. The camera was fine. It had batteries and everything, but half of it was gone.
That morning, most of the girls were in my cabin. I was the den mom of the cabin, and I woke them all up that morning and they were all saying, “I have bruises on my arms” and I was like, “Oh girls, don’t worry about it. You’re probably just bruised up from something you did yesterday.” The girls aged from 14 to 16 years old. The bruises were just on their arms. And then I got up, and there was a scratch on my arm. It looked like a cat scratch. I said to the girls, “That’s weird because I work for a cat shelter, and I KNOW when I get a cat scratch.” They were like, “How do you know?” I told them, “I feel it when it happens. It really stings and burns. So, it’s weird because my cat didn’t scratch me before. And besides, I hadn’t been at the cat shelter for three days.” Again, it was just on my arm, and all of the girls had bruises just on their arms.
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I have two stories to share. They’re actually not mine, they’re my dad’s, but I corroborated them with his brother who is also in the story. So, the first one happened when my father was four-years-old and his older brother was six. They had recently moved to Southbury, Connecticut. My dad’s brother was annoyed at my father, so he took him for a walk and he ended up throwing him in a pond. The pond was iced over, and my dad fell in and went under the ice. He couldn’t find his way out because it was icy, so he kept banging on the ice and banging on the ice until he heard a voice. He doesn’t know how he got out of the pond, and there was nobody around when he got out of the pond. His brother got scared and took off and came back with grandma, and no clue who that was who lead him out of the water. He didn’t remember what the voice said, but he got the idea it was like, ‘Follow me’. He just knew that he had to follow the voice. My grandmother corroborated the story too, that my uncle came and got her to come get my father. And she thought that he would have been dead by the time they got there because it was a good 10 or 15 minutes from where they were. And when they got there, he was out and on top of the bank somehow.
The second story took place when my dad was much older, when they were teenagers. My uncle was about sixteen-years-old, and my father was about thirteen or fourteen. They had a friend named Charlie, and they lived at the top of the hill where I grew up in Southbury in the Berkshire Estates area. There’s a community where they have a lot of summer homes that they then modified and turned into larger homes, but there were still a lot of one room summer shacks that were kind of abandoned in the back woods area. So, my dad and his friends used to play in them a lot. As teenagers, they’d go in there and roughhouse and put their comic books in there and that kind of stuff.
So, there was one of these one room shacks that they used to go to all the time. So one day, my father, his brother and their friend Charlie met at this house, and they were playing for a good hour and a half in this room talking, doing their same-old same-old. They finally went to leave. My uncle was in the front, my father was in the middle, and Charlie was in the back talking to my father. At one point as they were walking, my father goes to turn around to answer Charlie and Charlie’s not behind him. Then seconds later, up ahead at the top of the hill is Charlie coming down the hill. So who had my father and my uncle been talking to for the past hour and a half? He wasn’t even there. After they saw him, they made him go to his house where his parents were. His parents had just let him go from whatever chores he was doing that morning. That’s when he became a believer in demons and things like that. Because he was like, “What was my brother and I talking to for an hour and a half?”
Mark Twain Library -- Redding, Connecticut
My in-laws bought a place down in Toccoa, Georgia. They had told us that there was something in the house that always turned off the refrigerator, the lights would go on and off, the microwave would go on by itself. One time the Jacuzzi went on by itself and wouldn't turn off again. So, my mother-in-law would talk to me about it, and I said, 'You know, if you ask them to stop -- see what happens". So one night she said, "OK, it's nine o'clock at night. Stop it with the lights, I want to go to sleep." Sure enough, he turned off the lights, and they didn't come on again until the next day.
My in-laws later learned that one of the contractors' employee's fell while they were building the porch off of the master bedroom. He fell right outside of our bedroom window. They didn't know this when they bought the house. The neighbors told them after, so it was something they learned later. They also discovered that some of the neighbors had paranormal experiences in there homes too.
This past April we were there, and we were packing to come home the next morning and my little one was in the shower. When he got out he looked in the bathroom mirror and said, "Mommy, who is this man who's in the window?" What happened was, he got out of the shower, and he looked in the mirror and saw this guy. He said it was a younger guy. He didn't seem bothered by it, but I was very upset.
I just knew that it was the guy who had died while building this house. So, I got very upset. I was like, 'How dare you! It's one thing to do things to adults, but not to a little boy.' So I did a clearing and said to this spirt, "You've got to go. You're not alive any more. You've passed." My intention was for him to find peace, that's all I wanted him to do.
After that, we went downstair to our bedroom and there was a really strong feeling of a presence in the room. It was a really heavy feeling. I could tell that he was there and that he just didn't want to leave. So I finally said, "You've got to go. But if you're not going to go, and you're not going to go to the light, that's up to you, but you can NOT be in this house. There's the light, just go. Go find happiness, go find your peace." And just like that, he left. The minute he left, everything just calmed. You could totally feel it. Since then they haven't had anything happening in the house. So I'm sure he's gone!
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I moved into a new house, and before I took the place I asked the landlord, "Has anyone died here?" and he said, "Well, yeah. We were going to tell you that. He died of natural causes, and he was a musician." So, a perfect fit. Musician. All the right things, and the family believes that he lead me to this house.
So I move in, and I set up my stereo. I have these heavy, heavy little speakers and I put them on either side of the mantle piece. Everything's set up. Ten days later, a friend of mine came to visit. It's Memorial Day weekend, I've been there about ten days and all of a sudden there's a crash downstairs. I look around and think, what was that? The cat is on the bed. This is weird. The next morning I go to my friend, "Hey, did you hear that crash last night?" and he said, "Yeah, I heard that. That was weird." It turns out the speaker got knocked off of the mantle piece and crashed. It still works, but it's dented up. It somehow got pushed off of the mantle. Now, a cat this big couldn't push something that heavy off even if he was up there. The speaker was right up against the wall. A cat could not have swiped it away from the wall and knocked it to the ground. These are heavy, heavy speakers. They could prop one of those metal doors open they're so heavy.
A few weeks ago, I feel a cat on my bed, but it wasn't my cat. He was downstairs. This past Sunday, I'm in the bathroom and I see the back end of a cat go from the bedroom to the guest room. And I'm thinking, 'That's weird. How did Nigel get up here and me not see him?' So I go into the guest room and look around, but there's nobody in there. I go downstairs, and Nigel is exactly where I left him. Ghost cat! Probably my late 'Finnie' found me.
But there's been some really interesting stuff happening. And the cool thing is that people walk into this house and they go, 'Wow! There's a lot of great, beautiful energy here.' So, whomever is lingering. Maybe he didn't like the speaker choices. I don't know. He was a musician. Maybe he's saying, "These aren't good enough! Get off! I didn't have this crap here when I lived here!" But like I said, everybody who comes in says there's great energy, and I'm very happy there. I think that whomever is hanging around is good and friendly.
My family has a lot of good stories about their time doing seances. One time in this old, old building that still exists in New York city where my parents lived, they were all doing a seance one night in the 60's. There were all these struggling actors in the room. Everybody was trying to make it in New York, and they all did a seance. And the table lifted up and went all the way up to the ceiling. And then they were like, 'OK, we're done!".
I’m in a dance group and we do a performance at a camp in Woodstock, Connecticut every fall. This year, when we were doing out performance our audio kept messing up. We were recording the whole thing and when the person who had the camera went to go back and check the recordings, half of it didn’t record. The camera was fine. It had batteries and everything, but half of it was gone.
That morning, most of the girls were in my cabin. I was the den mom of the cabin, and I woke them all up that morning and they were all saying, “I have bruises on my arms” and I was like, “Oh girls, don’t worry about it. You’re probably just bruised up from something you did yesterday.” The girls aged from 14 to 16 years old. The bruises were just on their arms. And then I got up, and there was a scratch on my arm. It looked like a cat scratch. I said to the girls, “That’s weird because I work for a cat shelter, and I KNOW when I get a cat scratch.” They were like, “How do you know?” I told them, “I feel it when it happens. It really stings and burns. So, it’s weird because my cat didn’t scratch me before. And besides, I hadn’t been at the cat shelter for three days.” Again, it was just on my arm, and all of the girls had bruises just on their arms.
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I have two stories to share. They’re actually not mine, they’re my dad’s, but I corroborated them with his brother who is also in the story. So, the first one happened when my father was four-years-old and his older brother was six. They had recently moved to Southbury, Connecticut. My dad’s brother was annoyed at my father, so he took him for a walk and he ended up throwing him in a pond. The pond was iced over, and my dad fell in and went under the ice. He couldn’t find his way out because it was icy, so he kept banging on the ice and banging on the ice until he heard a voice. He doesn’t know how he got out of the pond, and there was nobody around when he got out of the pond. His brother got scared and took off and came back with grandma, and no clue who that was who lead him out of the water. He didn’t remember what the voice said, but he got the idea it was like, ‘Follow me’. He just knew that he had to follow the voice. My grandmother corroborated the story too, that my uncle came and got her to come get my father. And she thought that he would have been dead by the time they got there because it was a good 10 or 15 minutes from where they were. And when they got there, he was out and on top of the bank somehow.
The second story took place when my dad was much older, when they were teenagers. My uncle was about sixteen-years-old, and my father was about thirteen or fourteen. They had a friend named Charlie, and they lived at the top of the hill where I grew up in Southbury in the Berkshire Estates area. There’s a community where they have a lot of summer homes that they then modified and turned into larger homes, but there were still a lot of one room summer shacks that were kind of abandoned in the back woods area. So, my dad and his friends used to play in them a lot. As teenagers, they’d go in there and roughhouse and put their comic books in there and that kind of stuff.
So, there was one of these one room shacks that they used to go to all the time. So one day, my father, his brother and their friend Charlie met at this house, and they were playing for a good hour and a half in this room talking, doing their same-old same-old. They finally went to leave. My uncle was in the front, my father was in the middle, and Charlie was in the back talking to my father. At one point as they were walking, my father goes to turn around to answer Charlie and Charlie’s not behind him. Then seconds later, up ahead at the top of the hill is Charlie coming down the hill. So who had my father and my uncle been talking to for the past hour and a half? He wasn’t even there. After they saw him, they made him go to his house where his parents were. His parents had just let him go from whatever chores he was doing that morning. That’s when he became a believer in demons and things like that. Because he was like, “What was my brother and I talking to for an hour and a half?”
Mark Twain Library -- Redding, Connecticut
My in-laws bought a place down in Toccoa, Georgia. They had told us that there was something in the house that always turned off the refrigerator, the lights would go on and off, the microwave would go on by itself. One time the Jacuzzi went on by itself and wouldn't turn off again. So, my mother-in-law would talk to me about it, and I said, 'You know, if you ask them to stop -- see what happens". So one night she said, "OK, it's nine o'clock at night. Stop it with the lights, I want to go to sleep." Sure enough, he turned off the lights, and they didn't come on again until the next day.
My in-laws later learned that one of the contractors' employee's fell while they were building the porch off of the master bedroom. He fell right outside of our bedroom window. They didn't know this when they bought the house. The neighbors told them after, so it was something they learned later. They also discovered that some of the neighbors had paranormal experiences in there homes too.
This past April we were there, and we were packing to come home the next morning and my little one was in the shower. When he got out he looked in the bathroom mirror and said, "Mommy, who is this man who's in the window?" What happened was, he got out of the shower, and he looked in the mirror and saw this guy. He said it was a younger guy. He didn't seem bothered by it, but I was very upset.
I just knew that it was the guy who had died while building this house. So, I got very upset. I was like, 'How dare you! It's one thing to do things to adults, but not to a little boy.' So I did a clearing and said to this spirt, "You've got to go. You're not alive any more. You've passed." My intention was for him to find peace, that's all I wanted him to do.
After that, we went downstair to our bedroom and there was a really strong feeling of a presence in the room. It was a really heavy feeling. I could tell that he was there and that he just didn't want to leave. So I finally said, "You've got to go. But if you're not going to go, and you're not going to go to the light, that's up to you, but you can NOT be in this house. There's the light, just go. Go find happiness, go find your peace." And just like that, he left. The minute he left, everything just calmed. You could totally feel it. Since then they haven't had anything happening in the house. So I'm sure he's gone!
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I moved into a new house, and before I took the place I asked the landlord, "Has anyone died here?" and he said, "Well, yeah. We were going to tell you that. He died of natural causes, and he was a musician." So, a perfect fit. Musician. All the right things, and the family believes that he lead me to this house.
So I move in, and I set up my stereo. I have these heavy, heavy little speakers and I put them on either side of the mantle piece. Everything's set up. Ten days later, a friend of mine came to visit. It's Memorial Day weekend, I've been there about ten days and all of a sudden there's a crash downstairs. I look around and think, what was that? The cat is on the bed. This is weird. The next morning I go to my friend, "Hey, did you hear that crash last night?" and he said, "Yeah, I heard that. That was weird." It turns out the speaker got knocked off of the mantle piece and crashed. It still works, but it's dented up. It somehow got pushed off of the mantle. Now, a cat this big couldn't push something that heavy off even if he was up there. The speaker was right up against the wall. A cat could not have swiped it away from the wall and knocked it to the ground. These are heavy, heavy speakers. They could prop one of those metal doors open they're so heavy.
A few weeks ago, I feel a cat on my bed, but it wasn't my cat. He was downstairs. This past Sunday, I'm in the bathroom and I see the back end of a cat go from the bedroom to the guest room. And I'm thinking, 'That's weird. How did Nigel get up here and me not see him?' So I go into the guest room and look around, but there's nobody in there. I go downstairs, and Nigel is exactly where I left him. Ghost cat! Probably my late 'Finnie' found me.
But there's been some really interesting stuff happening. And the cool thing is that people walk into this house and they go, 'Wow! There's a lot of great, beautiful energy here.' So, whomever is lingering. Maybe he didn't like the speaker choices. I don't know. He was a musician. Maybe he's saying, "These aren't good enough! Get off! I didn't have this crap here when I lived here!" But like I said, everybody who comes in says there's great energy, and I'm very happy there. I think that whomever is hanging around is good and friendly.
My family has a lot of good stories about their time doing seances. One time in this old, old building that still exists in New York city where my parents lived, they were all doing a seance one night in the 60's. There were all these struggling actors in the room. Everybody was trying to make it in New York, and they all did a seance. And the table lifted up and went all the way up to the ceiling. And then they were like, 'OK, we're done!".
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