So many things have made me think of this, one song that really made me think of this is no other than a song by Larry Cordle titled Gone On Before, this song is about him having a dream about his mother and she tells him that she is with Jesus and all is wonderful. Here is what I think about that, it is a beautiful song and having a dream about a loved one being safe and with god makes you OK with their death but every one thinks that when a loved one dies he or she goes to heaven. People believe in God so much that is what they all think will happen and so on. I do believe in God and Jesus very much but not a holy person for I question lots of things and every thing.
My thoughts on this is that we are brained washed to believe this and it is stuck in our heads so much that we dream of our loved ones. We make it …
My two siblings and I always spent part of Christmas Eve at Aunt Amy’s… the
most mystical woman I have ever known.
Aunt Amy’s wonderful white washed cottage, sat beside a brook. On the
riverbank, a majestic weeping willow bowed its branches over her very
special bench. This had been made as a memorial to her beautiful retriever,
We always approached the cottage with the usual feelings of excitement and
trepidation. As we knocked on Aunt Amy’s door, she was hardly ever there to
greet us… the door just creaked open into a long, dark hallway, where the
sound of ticking could be heard from a tall, solemn clock on the wall. Aunt
Amy did her very best to make us feel like we were in a horror movie and it
I remember the smell… cinnamon! Aunt Amy would always light the joss sticks
just before we arrived.
We walked with feelings of nervous splendor into the hallway and then slowly
we pushed the lounge door open. There she would be… sat …
I have read several stories here and have finally decided to share mine. I was 17 when this occurred. I have always been a skeptic about ghost and never really thought a person could see ghost or anything of that nature and would often tell people my point of view when the topic ever came up. I was sleeping in my bed which is at the back part of my house but from my bed if I leave my door open I can look directly into the kitchen and who generally leave the light on over the hood of the stove because my mom works as a nurse and works all kinds of weird hours.
This particular night I am asleep door open and for some strange reason I wake up out of my sleep and sit straight up in my bed and I never wake up which is weird. I look at the entrance of my door and there is a black shadow I use that term loosely because I could clearly see its …
I was 17 my brother Josh passed away from a car accident. Josh and I were best friends, and always stuck together through the hard times, he was in his car one day and this drunk driver came from no where and swerved hitting my brother from the front. The other driver had claimed to see Josh not having a seat-belt on and my brother always put a seat-belt on, so I knew he was lying.
A year after he passed away I new something strange should happen, nothing would until one night. I was in sin the kitchen taking my depressing medicine and everybody else was asleep. it was just me, the way I liked it. I went to bed and I heard the sink turn on. I went to see if anything was there or if it was my family and sure enough it wasn’t.
That night could of just bin me, I knew something was there.two nights after I woke up and stared in my room. when I looked at the TV …
To understand exactly what is back, you may want to read my other story. Not So Friendly Ghosts
This is a really long story, that explains what I think I’m seeing now, 8 years later. I am now 16 years old, and until a few months ago, I thought I had escaped whatever was haunting me at my old house.
It all started the night after my friend got hit by a car. He wasn’t killed, but simply fractured his back in several places. It was done on purpose, so naturally I was extremely nervous that something could happen again. I didn’t sleep for about a week because I was so paranoid, and when I did sleep, I had nightmares of ghosts and demons haunting my boyfriend and I, violently killing my boyfriend. (I don’t know how this is relevant to my friend being hurt, but somehow my being scared and not sleeping led to these nightmare I’m assuming.)
One morning, I was in the kitchen fixing something to eat. I glanced outside through my …
This is a true tale. Do not take it lightly. Ghosts do not hang on to places; they hang onto people. That’s until they are finish with their unfinished business.
Every night in my room, around maybe three in the morning, a little Indian ghost boy shows up. His name, he says, is Little Bear Claw. His parents were feuding with another Indian family over some land. He was 18 when he died.
The other family had a beautiful daughter. They fell in love. He would sneak around to see her, to just be with her. He didn’t care if they were born enemies. He knew he loved her. He told his parents he was going to marry her, but they said no. So, at night he would sneak out to meet her, where he proposed. She said yes but she wanted to tell her parents. He told her she couldn’t, because he knew they wouldn’t approve.
So, they made a plan. They were going to run away together. The girl’s family found out. Her …
We have all had dreamt of “him”. You know him when you see him you are frighten of him but you are intrigued by him. He is beautiful he is tall about 6’3 very long dark hair, a very old European look and absolutely gorgeous other worldly in fact . He automatically puts you at ease with a smile but there is something absolutely terrifying about him as well. His back can be turned, his head down, he can be sitting on a pew or walking away but you know him and he knows you.
You want to talk to him, you have to talk to him. When he talks to you its never demanding it just listening like an old friend but the things you tell him you have never told anyone else and he delights in that. He cocks his head to the side smiles and he never stays longer than necessary just enough to unnerve you. Just enough to make you wonder why you told him those things you did. Sometimes he …
I am currently 12, living in a townhouse that is over 100 years old. Everything started happening shortly after getting a cat.Well,about a week after getting a cat strange things would happen after my mom went to bed.I would usually be sitting on my computer playing games and stuff, when all of the sudden my cat would just disappear.
I don’t know where he would go but when he did disappear and I would be all alone, strange things would happen. Some of the things that would happen were like hearing whispers,seeing shadows,and stuff like that.Well one day really strange things started to happen, whenever I would go to bed I would close my door all the way, I made sure my cat was in his room before I went to bed, I would just be watching TV or listening to my MP3 player when my door would open wide stay open for like 2 minutes and close back like somebody had came in and closed the door.
Well every since that it has happened. …
I can not say exactly when it all began, but all I know is that it has been happening as young as I can remember, and now I am in my twenties, and it still happens, I’ll share one of the 100s of unexplained stuff that has happen/happening to me.
It all started in the house I grew up in Vancouver BC. I would have the same dream over and over again, so clear, as if I am living this scary movie:
I am sleeping in my room, in my bed when the door opens to my room.. It was closed before I went to bed I am thinking, I am glued to my bed, I can not move, talk, all I can do is see and feel scared. I hear it sliding towards me,I am thinking what is happening. The best way to describe it is a person dragging the weight of their own body on the ground with their arms slowly while picking up speed. Than it is at the foot of my …
It started with my 12th birthday in March of 2009. I was inviting four of my friends to come over to my sleepover party. Everyone was sure it was going to be a blast – just like last year. But nobody had thought the “blast” part might include a playful ghost!
Just a week before my party, I was lucky enough (yeah, right) to win my school’s magazine drive, my prize – a huge stuffed animal cow! Of course I carried it home with me on the school bus and placed it in my bedroom.
When all of my friends arrived, we watched a movie, had some popcorn, and played the Wii game Guitar Hero – a perfectly normal sleepover party.
I knew that three out of the four of my friends believed in ghosts and spirits and that kind of stuff, and I couldn’t resist temptation of scaring them. So when one of my friends said she was going to get her pajamas in a minute, I slunk silently out of the room. I …