Spooks and ghosts and weeping ladies...oh my! Pt 2

I am so glad there were more stories!!

Oh my Gosh, Glad to see your stories too.

That is such an eerrie thing.

Kawonkamish kwanjin,

Taubotny(Thank you) for the welcome. I've enjoyed reading about every-one's experiences. It's good to know that you're not the only one... lol.

When I had gotten my own room and had the experiences in it, my parents gave me a small portable radio to listen to as I went to sleep. My mother would quietly come in and turn it off(I would wake up when she did this), when she was ready to go to bed. I remember several times, that when I awoke in the morning, the radio would be on. I would ask my mother if she had forgotten to turn it off, knowing full well she had, and she'd reply, that she had indeed turned it off.

There has been only one home on the property. My house is a converted cottage, as is almost all the homes in my neighborhood. It is a part of a much bigger plot, owned by Sturtevant family in the 1600's, before it was sub-divided. Previous to that, it was Native American hunting/fishing grounds.

There are a lot of strange things that happen in my part of town. We hear booms so loud that they shake the house and rattle the windows. When we call the police station to report them, they say they never heard the sound. The station is only a 1/4 mile away, so it's strange that they could not hear the sound. This happens on and off throughout the year.

When I was little, after we had all gone to bed for the night, we would hear the sounds of pots and pans falling out of the cabinet. You could even hear a pan lid rolling across the floor and coming to a stop, like when you would roll a dime.

We all got up and went to look, and nothing would be wrong. It happened again a few nights later. This time there was a lid on the floor about 10 feet from the cabinet.

Another time I was dreaming about something falling in the basement. The next thing I knew, my father was at my bedroom door, asking me what had fallen in my room. I looked around, and nothing was amiss. He then went into the basement to check things out.

While he was downstairs, I told my mother about the dream. When my father came up, he said a crowbar had fallen off the ledge and was on the floor about 10 feet away. The bar was the type that has a bend on the end, so it could not have rolled off, let alone rolled over that distance.

One curious/funny thing, whenever there were bumps, noises, smells or other happenings my father would always say, “It is the McKenna ghost again.”

Things still happen, I just do not tell my mother anymore; I think it upsets her. Oh, I did not mention that we hear, every so often, someone calling our names. I would be in my bedroom and hear my mother calling me. When I went to find her, she would say that she had not called, or she heard me call, and it would not be me.

I have awakened some nights, unable to move, distinctly feeling that I was not alone. One time I felt something fall on top of me, and when I called out, no one heard me.

Once I heard my mom go into the bathroom, and I kept calling out to her. She thought at first it was my sister talking in her sleep. She finally realized it was me and came into my room. She pulled me up into a sitting position. It was a while before I could move. She told me later that it had happened to her before, when she was pregnant with me.

My sister, who is a year older, was in her crib on the other side of the house. She started crying, and when my mom tried to get up, she found that she could not. It took awhile for her to be able to move. My sister appeared to be fine when my mother finally arrived at the nursery. She was smiling and playing with her crib toys.

Because of all my experiences growing up, it has brought me to the point of startling me awake at the slightest sound. It is a bad case of Fight or Flight; one second I'd be lying asleep there and next second, I'm startled awake and crouched on top of the covers, at the head of my bed, ready to fight or flee. I used to scare my poor mother half to death, when she would open my door in the morning. There were a few times I had not woken up, because is was in too deep of a sleep, when she entered. Those were dangerous wake up calls for her. She would call my name and I would not hear it. She would then touch me, which startled me awake, swinging. A few times I had almost given her a black-eye, when she woke me.

The past few Christmas's one of our decorations would turn itself on. It is a Frankie The Lamp Post, it plays a voice, that sounds like Frank Sinatra, singing Deck the Halls. We keep it in the parlor/living-room, behind the sofa. It is set off by motion sensors, you have to walk in front of it to make it play. We would flip the switch to on and it would begin to play. As long as no one moved it would stop playing, but if someone made a move, it would start up again. After a while my mother would call us in to eat. We would go into the dining room and a short while later, it would suddenly come on. We would all get up, go to look and there was no one there. As I have stated this has happened on more than one occasion. I am beginning to dislike Frankie.

When I was little, from 1970 to the Spring of 1977, I would keep dreaming of a house. I had never been in it before. I could see the street, the outside of the house, the staircase to the second floor, a room with two single beds and a closet beside the bed on the right. I remember dreaming of being in that bed and looking out the door into a hallway. To the right was a water-closet and another bedroom to the left of it and to the left of the bedroom, the stairs down to the living-room. To the right of 'my' bedroom was a washroom.

I would also dream about rolling fields and a high stone wall, that seemed to go on forever. I also dreamed of castles and rooms of glass cases full of old things. Of a high hill, with a circular road winding three times around. It had a big edifice atop it and a fence about that.

In the Summer of 1977 my father, who was from England, decided to take us to "home" to meet his family. Everywhere we went was the same as my dreams. The house turned out to be my Uncle's and the room my sister and I shared was the room from my dreams. We went sightseeing with my uncles and we would average visiting 5-6 castles a day, plus many museums, churches, priories, abbeys and cathedrals. One such museum was The Bowes Museum. The wall turned out to be Hadrian's Wall, that spans the border between England and Scotland. The hill was Penshaw Hill, from the legend of The Lambton Worm. One of the castles turned out to be Bramburgh Castle on the Holy Island, Westminster Cathedral, Tynemouth Priory and St. Margaret's Church. We visited over 50 ancient sites in 14 days.

I'll post more of my experiences later.


Aquene,
Moe/WautukquesSochepo



This message was edited May 28, 2008 4:31 PM

Taubotny.

Those were interesting. I need more. Had me asking what in the world you are attuned to.

I had a dream about my mother the other night. I was in my home and a friend of mine came in with my mom trailing behind her. This was my mom from 30 years ago. The mom who could still chase you if you did something wrong and could whup you after. The mom who could go shopping all day and still want to go to a movie.

She came in and I ran to hug her. Whne I touched her, she disappeared. I truned to my frind and there was mom again. My friend reached to hug mom and mom disappeared again. My friend said, "That's been happening all day."

I'm not sure what to think of this yet. Mom is still holding on.

Great stories please share more!! Celia that is strange....

It is, Marie. It seriuosly frightened me for a few minutes until I could call.

Hmm that is a strange dream. I've often heard that loved ones can return to us in dreams, to reassure us. Maybe she wanted to let you know, she's around and watching over you.

As to what I'm attuned to... I'm not sure myself. I've had other visionary, as well as auditory dreams. I sometimes dream of music, that I'd never heard before. Then years later, I'd hear them played on the radio as, "the new song by such and such singer/songwriter".

I think part of my ability was passed down from my ancestors, especially by my maternal grandmother. Being Native American, she had the ability to read tea leaves and could also dream of the future. It must be from the combination of my Celtic and Native American ancestry. Both of which are very spiritual people. You might say I'd received a 'double whammy'.

I've heard footsteps, when I'm alone in the house. It was and is strange. In the middle of the night, I'd get up to go into the bathroom and I'd have the feeling, that I'm being watched. Almost as if, someone was watching me from the sun porch and from around my parents room. I'd enter the bathroom and close the door, then I'd hear distinct footsteps, starting near my parents room and walking up to the bathroom. They'd stop right outside the door. I'd hear them moving back and forth in front of the door, as if someone was waiting for me to come out. After a while they'd move away, because I wasn't coming out while they were there, from the door and head back to my parents room. As I stated before, I was alone in my home. This happens only when I'm alone.

Lately, I've been hearing noises, when I'd go into the kitchen. The sounds would come from the dining-room, which is attached to the kitchen. There is no divider between the two rooms, but the light from the kitchen does not illuminate the dining-room. When I turn on the kitchen light the only thing I can see of the dining room is the faint outline of the dining table. The noise seems, as if someone was trying to hide and then I'd get the feeling of being watched. Needless to say, I quickly finish what I went in there to do.

I've GIRD and am unable to sleep in a supine position, so I used to sleep in a reclining chair. My chair was situated in my room in front of one of the windows. There are two windows in the room, one faces the driveway and the other faces the street. I keep the street-side window shade(room-blackening) drawn down and curtain closed. I was watching television, when I started to feel sleepy and decided to turn it off. I had to get up to do this, for the batteries ran out on the remote. As I was getting up, to turned off the television, I started to feel cold and on edge. I shut off the television and as I turned, I saw a tan-colored mass behind my chair. It moved quickly from behind the top of my chair, down towards the floor. I quickly went over to investigate. There was nothing there. Needless to say, I did not sleep that night.

This has happened, once before. I was sitting in my chair, when I got a lash in my eye and got out a hand held mirror to try and get it out. After I removed the lash, I turned the mirror slightly and there was that mass, I quickly leaped out of the chair(not easy to do with a bad knee) and looked behind it. There was nothing there. I did not sleep much that night, either. I sat back down and looked in the mirror again. It did not reappear. I didn't like mirrors before this had happened, I can't stand them now.

Well, I had another encounter. I should tell you first, my mother had me program the television in the living-room to turn on at 6 AM every morning, Monday thru Friday. At 6 AM, on Wednesday, I heard the television turn on, roughly five minutes later I heard five distinct raps on my bedroom door. I first thought it was my mother knocking, but soon realized I had not heard her get up. I waited and no one opened the door or spoke asking to come in. I didn't hear anyone walk away from my door, either. A few minutes later, I heard my mother leave her bedroom, cross the living-room and go into the bathroom. Then I knew, it was not my mother who had knocked on my door!

It had been quiet for a while, with only the occasional name calling and that thing behind my chair, but now it is knocking on my door? Well, I guess I should be thankful, that it is being polite in knocking. I just wonder, what would have happened if I'd said, 'Come in' ?

I will post more later.


Aquene,
Moe/WautukquesSochepo

Okay, now I know you're attuned to many things. Your family ancestry is a plus for these kinds of things.

More please.

And thank you once again for these stories. What do you prefer we call you? Is Maccionoadha okay, or do you prefer something else?

It would be great if mom were watching over me but she is still with us for now.

Kawonkamish,

Moe or Snow would be fine. Some friends in another forum call me Wabbit... lol

Recently I have been hearing voices in conversation, as I settle down to sleep. They are muted as if from afar, but if I get up to check, they stop. I have looked around my home and outside, when I hear them, and there is no one about. As soon as I resettle, they start up again. I can not make out what is being said. It is as if many people are talking at once, garbled and muted. I also heard a laugh/giggle, when I was alone in my living-room. It sounded as if the person was standing right behind me. I was sitting in a high-backed chair and was afraid to stand up and look behind me. It took a while to get up the courage to do it. As you can guess, there was no one there. My Mother and I have been hearing people calling our names, again. We hear, what we think is each other, calling out our names(Mother hears me calling and vice-versa). It is not either one of us. It is starting to get on my nerves.

I heard the other night a loud sound, like a crack, coming from the opposite corner of my bedroom. When I got up to check, there was nothing amiss. I even checked the room(sewing/computer) next to mine. There was nothing wrong in there, either. I have heard the knockings again, five distinct raps, on my door and at other times in my room. And again, nothing is there. Also, we have heard noises/voices in the basement. I would check and no one is down there(thank goodness).

As you know, I live with my mother. My house sits on the corner of 12th avenue and "L" street. Well, we had two people sleeping over on a Saturday night. It was my sister and my niece. We went to bed around 12:30AM. At 1:30AM Easter(April 8) morning someone, with a BB gun, decided to take pot-shots at my home. This lasted, off and on, from 1:30AM to 3:32AM. We called the police and just as I saw Officer S. pull around the corner from 12th Avenue onto my street, my home was hit again with another shot. He arrived at around 2:45. He checked around, then went to drive around the block.

A minute had not gone by, when there were more shots. One hit the side of my porch and when I went to look out that window, another shot hit the window next to me. We called the police back and they called in two other police officers from the neighboring town, so then I had three squad cars out in front of my house. They looked around, but could not find any damage in the dark, so the back-up officers left and Officer S. said he would patrol my neighborhood the rest of the night. It was a while later that we heard one last shot at 3:32AM.

The next morning we found at least ten points of damage on my house and five of them were to the windows. I called the police again and told them we had found some damage and Officer S. came back. He looked at the damage and said he would patrol the neighbor hood for the rest of his shift that would be until 4PM. That poor man was on duty from 12AM to 4PM Easter Sunday. None of us got any sleep that night(actually morning) and I had to start the cooking and baking for the Easter dinner at 6AM. I was so exhausted.

When my guests arrived, we told them about what had happened. My nephew went outside to see the damage and found one pellet in the flower bed. He said it was a hollow-point pellet. It just burns me up, that someone would do that to us. We are friendly to everyone.

What has me wondering is earlier that night and prior few days, I heard the voices again. They sounded very excited/agitated, but could not understand what they were saying. I also heard knocking and seeing movement in my peripheral vision, during the day on Friday and Saturday. I wonder were they trying to warn me, about what was going to happen on that Easter morning?

My mother and I are still hearing the voices and the knockings. I have, temporarily, moved out of my room onto the porch. The knockings are now coming from the wall, next to the foldout couch, were I am sleeping. Like the knockings on my door were not bad enough, now they are manifesting next to me. I have been hearing the sound of glass cracking, but there is no damage. We also, have been hearing the sound of someone walking across the attic floor. That is impossible, as there is no floor, only rafters.

Growing up, I always thought(when I was no longer sharing a bedroom), that there was someone hiding in my room. It would be watching me from the corner, next to the bureau. Also at times, the sensation of being watched, came from the closet. I would walk into the room and my eyes would immediately go to the closet door, at the same time, I would get a creepy feeling. Even now, I have the distinct feeling that someone is looking over my shoulder. I keep looking behind me and there is nothing there. I'm just afraid, that one day I'll look behind and something WILL be there.

My niece spent the night here not too long ago, on the couch. I was sleeping on the porch. She called my name and asked if my mother's door was moving or if it was just her eyes playing tricks. I got up and looked, it did seem to be moving. I turned on the light and it stopped. At that moment, my niece said, she saw a shadow moving past the kitchen doorway, toward the dining-room(right to left). I went out and checked, there did not seem to be anything there. It did feel a bit heavy in there, though.

The side yard light(motion-sensor) keeps going off. When we go and check, there is nothing there. Last night I noticed it was on and looked out the window below the light, there was nothing out there. As I stood there, the light went off. I stayed looking out it, for a few minutes and it did not go on again, so I moved away from the window. I had not gone two steps, when I heard it click on again. I whipped back around to the window and looked out; there was nothing there. This kept happening all night.

There has been a banging noise, off and on, as if someone has dropped something in the dining-room. When I'd go to look, there'd be nothing amiss. I even checked the pantry, to make sure nothing fell in there. Everything was in order. And I know it is not the refrigerator. The noise IT makes can only be liken to, Darth Vader's breathing... lol. It does not bang. Needless to say I'm flummoxed.

I've a fish tank. I have noticed, that I can hear people speaking, while the waterfall filter is on. As soon as you turn off the filter the talking stops. It is as if they're using the power, that is generated by the falling water, to be heard. Has anyone else noticed this phenomenon happening to them?

I will write more soon.


Aquene,
Moe/WautukquesSochepo

Have you condsidered having a group that investigates this sort of thing come and do an investigation? I would see if there is a local group.

Now, I had something real wierd happen today....I was doing my house work...got the vacum out plugged it in and going along fine for about 5 minutes when the vacums shuts off. Naturally I go check the plug, it's in good. But it's not on...I have not touched the on - off switch.

I checked the on - off switch and it had turned OFF...how did that happen???

maccionoadha

Your stories are really interesting to say the least. If you ever watch the SciFi channel on Satellite, you may want to check out (T.A.P.S) The Atlantic Paranormal Society, out of Warwick, Rhode Island. Heres a link if you are ever interested:

http://www.scifi.com/ghosthunters/team/index.php

and

http://www.the-atlantic-paranormal-society.com/

Good Luck. :o))
More stories:o))))) pls...

rebecca30

Snow...I like that name.

I don't know how you get any sleep at all. I have a hard time with sleep (as you can tell be the this is being posted) and if things like that were going on...Sheesh!

You should think seriously about having someone check your house and you for paranormal evidence. I bet they find something right away.

Nanny, I can never figure out why things shut off, either. Or stay on.

Nanny: That is strange. Did it stay on after you turned it back on?

Rebecca: I would call T.A.P.S.(my niece really wants me to, she has a thing for Steve, I myself prefer Jason insert wolf whistle ... lol), but my mother doesn't want to and since she's The Boss, well you know... Who knows maybe she'll give in one of these days and allow it, but I won't hold my breath waiting... lol.

Kwanjin: I only get 2-4 hours of sleep a night, if I'm lucky. I seriously don't know how I function during the day.

I've also experienced things at my aunts' and uncle's house.

Three of my aunts lived together in their childhood home. Not long after my Aunt Peggy died of cancer, my Aunt Patty and I could feel her presence. We would feel and hear her walk down the stairs, cross the living-room and enter the kitchen. I always felt uneasy going near the stairs. I always felt like I was being watched, even before my aunt passed on. Then there's my Uncle Sparky's house. I hated to go up the stairs to use the bathroom. The attic door was at the top of the stairs on the left-hand side. The bathroom was on the right. I could not stand the attic door, I always felt like someone was going to open it and grab me as I passed by it. My mother couldn't stand that door either. She always had the same feel as I had.

I was lying on the couch, out on the porch, last year. Well when I say porch, I mean that it was an outdoor porch, but was converted into another room, by putting walls up in place of the screens. Any way I digress, as I was lying out on the porch, I breathed a loud sigh. As soon as I did, not more than a second after, I heard some one else sigh. It sounded deep, like a man sighing. It was also very loud, as if he was right next to the couch. The only other person in the house at that time was my mother and she was in her room asleep, with the door closed. Needless to say, I was spooked. I also heard the voices coming through the filter system again. I heard a male voice distinctly say the words, 'not sure'. I wonder, what was he 'not sure' about?

On a Saturday in May 2007, my mother was alone in the house, as I and the rest of the family went to a pow-wow in Marshfield. While she was down in the basement/cellar, she heard foot steps up above. She thought we had come home early, but it wasn't us. She went upstairs to find out why we had come home so soon, only to discover that there wasn't anyone there. She shrugged it off and went back downstairs. She was down there not even fifteen minutes, when she heard the footsteps again. So, she came back upstairs and again no one was around. She went back down and again not long afterward she hears the footsteps again, this time she'd had enough and did not go back upstairs to check. She mentioned this to me after my brother had dropped me off from the pow-wow.


Aquene kah nahonnushagk,
Moe/WautukquesSochepo

Oh my. Seriously, you NEED to have someone come and take readings. I'll bet they shoot through the roof.

It's kind of hard, the phenomenon happens off and on. Sometimes it can go for weeks with nothing happening and then we get slammed. With my luck I'd call them in and nothing will happen... lol.


Aquene,
Moe/WautukquesSochepo

Yes, after I turned it back on it stayed on...just didn't see how it got turned off! It is down on the side of it...not on the handle or anything.

I would be a basket case by now Snow!

Snow, there would still be activity in the home even if nothing was going on at the time.

Kawonkamish,

Nanny: That is weird about it turning off like that. Maybe you had a "visitor" and it didn't like the noise the vacuum made. As to the manifestations... I've gotten used to things happening here [i]to a point[/i], so it doesn't stress me, out as much as it did when I was younger.

Kawnjin: True, but my mother is adamant, she doesn't want anyone in to investigate.

On to the next happening...

In June of '07, for three mornings in a row, at 5:35AM, I had heard some rapping's. There were two distinct raps, sounding as if someone is rapping there knuckles on wood, then a pause, then one more rap. The last rap happened about ten minutes after the first two and was much softer in sound. Then one morning I think it only rapped once. I am not too sure, because I had started to sneeze when the rapping's occurred. Thus, I was only able to hear one rap. I wonder if it was only one rap, if it was just winding down or if it was taking pity on me. I'd had a pounding headache for two days in a row. It would be nice to think it was being polite.

I also remember a situation, that happened about two years ago. My sister had undergone stomach by-pass surgery and was staying with us while she recovered. She was sleeping in my mother's bedroom, while my mother slept on the couch on the porch. My sister recently told us that while she slept in my mother's room, she felt as if our father had visited her. She distinctly smelled his aftershave, while she was resting in the bedroom. My father passed away many years ago, almost seventeen years, and my mother doesn't have any of his clothes or toiletries left in the house. She is lucky he had visited her, for I haven't experienced a visit from him, when I'd had a serious illness. I miss him.

I had heard the voice, sounding like my mother, call my name again and my mother heard someone, again sounding like myself, call her too. I definitely heard, what sounded like my mother's voice call my name. When I went to my mother's room and asked her, said she did not call me. It sure likes to play pranks on us. My mothers summer hand bag had gone missing. She put it in her bedroom closet in the fall and in the spring it wasn't there. She took everything out of the closet, just to make sure, she just did not see it. I wonder when it will turn up. When this kind of thing happens, the object usually turns up... eventually. One time my wallet went missing, I know I'd left it on the buffet table. When I went to pick it up again, it was gone. It disappeared in the space of one minute. I found it six months later, on the tool bench, in the basement.


Aquene,
Moe/WautukquesSochepo

2-4 hrs of sleep is detrimental to one physical & mental health. I would be more concerned with my child's health...but that is just me. Maybe some tribal elders or such could help?

Or it makes you not be able to spell! Fixing my typo's

This message was edited Jun 4, 2008 10:28 PM

now that's creepy, the whole wallet disappearing in 1 minute thing. eek.

r30

Okay, Snow. Your mother's wishes will have to stand. ☺ In the meantime...more?

Kawonkamish,

Here are some further events that happened in the house.

June 2007: My niece has experienced some things when alone in the house. I'd left with my sister, she was dropping me off at my place of work on her way to work. My niece heard some rustling in the living-room. My sister had left some trash bags, filled with clothes in the living-room next to my mother's bedroom doorway, where my niece was sleeping. She said, it sounded like someone had opened the bag and was rifling through it. She also heard what sounded like footsteps a few days prior to this incident, again when she was alone in the house.

I'd a strange incident with my sister's moccasins. She had put them in the dining-room in front of the window to dry. They were upside-down facing the window when we left in the morning. When I came home that afternoon, they were askew. I thought maybe my niece had kicked them by accident. I then went downstairs in the basement to do some laundry, when I heard some noise upstairs. I went to check and found that the moccasins had moved, this time one of them had moved perpendicular to the other one. I then moved them side by side and left the room. Later, I went back in to get something out of the pantry, which is next to the dining-room window, and I noticed that one of them had moved away from the other, again. This time it had moved, about one foot away, from the other. This time, I left them as they were, I wanted to show my niece, when she got home. I asked her and my sister if they had stopped by, while I was doing laundry, they said no. I know that no one had been in the house, because I'd locked the inside and outside doors, front and back. You can't unlock the screen doors from the outside.


Aquene,
Moe/WautukquesSochepo

Now they're just having fun with you!

Kawonkamish,

Yeah, they seem to get a kick out of doing things like that. It's just, it can be so disconcerting, is all.


Aquene,
Moe/WautukquesSochepo

Kawonkamish,

Here's what happened in August 2007.

Well, there I was sitting in front of my computer. As I was reading posts, in the Ghost Study forums, about halfway through a post I heard, someone walking in my attic. They sounded as if, they were to the left and about five feet away. I nearly jumped out of my chair.

A sometime prior to that... I saw something through the kitchen window, while I was washing the dishes. All I could see was a white shape, it had to have been at least six feet high. That would be the only way, for me to be able see it from the window. the window sill is five feet and a half, from the ground. It looked like someone standing at the kitchen doorstep, so I went and looked out the door's window and there was nothing there. So, I went back to the sink and saw it again. This continued for the duration of my washing the dishes. It was a bit unnerving to say the least.

A few days later... I heard a voice or sound? It sounded almost like a huff. You know like a combination of a hmm and a snort. I was sitting in the high-back chair watching television, when I heard it coming from my right side. I was alone in the house at them time. It is very disconcerting to hear a sound like that, when you know you are alone. I just don't know what the sound was meant for... was it showing displeasure in me or a comment on what I was watching? I happened to be watching Sylvia Brown on the Montel Williams Show. Everybody's a critic.

Then early one morning as I was relaxing in bed, I heard a popping sound and then footsteps. The footsteps sounded as if someone was walking from the doorway of the porch, around the back of the couch, behind the chair to the bathroom, then from the bathroom to the fireplace, then back the way it came, to stop in front of the porch doorway. I've been sleeping on the porch's fold out couch, so I have a clear view of the doorway. There was no one there or at least, no one I could see.


Aquene,
Moe/WautukquesSochepo

How do you remember all these dates?

Wow. I don't get much sleep, either and if I had to spend mych time in your home, I'd get even less.

Kawonkamish,

jlp222: I've been posting over in the Ghost Study Message Boards/Forums, about my experiences, for a while now. All I need to do is check there for to the dates.

I'd like to post the URL, for my home experiences, postings the GS Boards. But, I'm not sure if it'd be allowed.

kwanjin: I've lived in this house for over 40 years. You sort of get used to it after a while.


Aquene,
Moe/WautukquesSochepo

Kawonkamish,

The things in this post happened on Sep. 11-12, 2007:

I was awake in my bed reading, I heard something fall in the house. It sounded as if it had fallen nearby the porch. I got up and looked, I checked every room except my mothers. When I finally got to the kitchen, I turned on the lights and spotted a jar of peanut butter; it had fallen out of the pantry and was about two feet away from it. Now I heard it fall, but not roll. Any way it gave me the creeps, because I'd set it firmly down on the shelf earlier.

Just now I heard what sounded like papers being flung about. I got up and checked the whole house and there are no blown about papers. The sound was so loud, as if it happened just outside the sewing/computer room door. From my computer desk, I can see my old bedroom, reflected on the television in the living room. From it, I can see a shadow peering out and then shying back out of sight in my bed room. I'M NOT GOING TO INVESTIGATE IT! I'm all alone in the house. I don't want to encounter it on my own.

Just then, as I was posting that. I heard a chuckle from the other room. Oh man... this is so not cool right now.

Goosebumps in the middle of the day! Yikes! Take care! And I didn't know there was ghost forum. I have to go look now.

Oh My gosh!!

Been reading all your stories.

...Maybe your ghost just want to play. Ever try talking to the spirit?

LOL...though I would have run screaming from the house the minute I saw any kind of reflection anywhere!


Goose bumps is for sure,Yow...my eyes keep getting bigger as i read your stories.

I wasn't questioning you, I just really didn't know how you were keeping up witht he dates. I can't remember what I ate for lunch yesterday much less something that happened 2 years ago.

Kawonkamish,

kwanjin: I'll Dmail you the link to the GS forum.

Seedtosser1: We do talk to them sometimes, well at least I do. If I'm not feeling well or I'm busy with something, I ask them to quiet down for awhile... not that they listen... lol.

jlp222: I understand you weren't questioning me. I can remember a lot of things(spook-wise)... lol. I have a bit of an analytical mind(is that the right phrasing) and can remember things that happened way back and I can remember numbers, faces and events well. I have a hard time with names though... lol.


Aquene,
Moe/WautukquesSochepo

Kawonkamish---

Please D-mail me the link to the GS forum also. WHAT is GS?
I LOVE reading these kinds of stories--because they are not "fiction" if someone you know has actually experienced them. It adds a lot of validity!

Thanks, Gita

I am pretty sure it is OK to post the link here.

I would love the link too please :o)

Snow, it is okay to post the link here. We're all wanting to see it.

And "HI!!!", Marie!

Kawonkamish,

Hi everyone. Here is the link to the Ghost Study Community Message Board/Forum: http://www.paranormalsoup.com/forums/


Aquene,
Moe/WatukquesSochepo

Hi Celia!
I will have to wait until I get home to look at this link. Thank you maccionoadha!!

You're welcome.


Aquene,
Moe/WautukquesSochepo

* Edited for spelling...

This message was edited Jun 10, 2008 4:10 PM