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Well it all started when my mum bought a new wardrobe for my room from the auction. We took it home and I put it in my room. When I went to bed that night I was woken up several times by banging and scratching from underneath the wardrobe. I first thought it was my pet hamster, which has often escaped, so I went over to the cage. The hamster was asleep so I went over and looked underneath the wardrobe and realized there was nothing underneath there, so I went back to bed.
A few weeks later we decided I needed a new carpet because my carpet was tacky, so we went into town and purchased a carpet. When my mum's friend fitted it there was a small trapdoor under where my wardrobe was. I immediately thought of the banging and scratching that I heard that night. This made me very scared, so I stopped my mum and dad from going down there and begged them to board it up, so they nailed a sheet of plywood over the trap door. This reassured me that no one could get in, or more importantly get out.
That night I made a diary about what was going on in the house, but as I was writing the days passage I heard another bang. I was so disappointed that this was happening again, so I yelled, "GO AWAY YOU STUPID THING!" When my mum came down stairs and asked me what was going on, I said it was fine, I was just talking to myself. She came over and sat on my bed and gave me a hug. As she was about to leave there was three bangs. These were the most violent bangs I had heard because I saw the wardrobe shake. My mum was shaking, she walked over to the wardrobe and opened it and there were cracks in the bottom of the wood.
This is one of many things that happened in my house. After 2 years of ghost sightings, banging, scratching, footsteps, creaking, and talking, we moved to a modern council house and there were no ghosts since.
Lewis Letzer 14 years old
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
The green house was getting cramped so my father thought that it was a good idea to buy a bigger house for our family. He found a two-story white house that was slightly bigger. He met with the woman that was selling the house and she offered to sell it to him for really cheap. My father told me that he never really questioned why it was so cheap and why she was in a hurry to sell it. It was a deal, why not? Well we had activity happening in this house. Stuff would go missing. Our pictures hung up on the wall would be hanging upside down. A sobriety medal with the Lord's prayer would end up in the fish tank. We'd get this really strange smell that would only happen every year around October. It wasn't the sewer. This would happen right around the same time each year. Things got so bad that we had to talk with the woman that sold the house. She's from Haiti. She claimed that she would work "roots" to keep the thing from coming to her bedroom. We asked her if she caused it to be there, she denied it. We lived with this activity for a while but things got even worse.
My older siblings decided it was a good idea to play with a Ouija board. It was them and their best friend. They would ask the thing questions. It told them that it was a little boy that had died in the 1950s. They said that it was too witty to be a little kid. It would make really intelligent comments to them. It constantly wanted them to ask it a question. When they didn't ask fast enough it would spell out "L-A-L-A-L-A" like it was singing. They finally reached the question of how it died when it replied it never had been alive. They had enough of that so they stopped. But they had already done the damage. The crap had hit the fan. The activity had picked up a lot. My brother had found his pet mice that he breed for pet stores literally ripped apart. Items would be found smashed and broken. My brother's dresser was sent flying across his room while he was at school. Their rooms looked like a tornado had hit them. Clothes tore up and thrown across the room.
My mother was fed up with it. This one night, I slept in my parents room in my bed. I was about 3 or 4 at the time. I woke up and asked my parents if I could sleep in bed with them. I climbed out of my bed. I got in the bed with them. Things were calm until after I fell asleep. They said that they heard the thing stomp down the stairs and push open the bedroom door. It hopped on their bed. The weight of it almost knocked them out of the bed. It climbed into my bed and was walking around in it. My parents said that it sounded very heavy. It jumped out and disappeared. My parents were afraid to look up to see what it was. My mom practiced a bit of witch craft. She did things to keep it from entering their bedroom. My older brother was 18 and he was in the transition of moving out. My older sister was 15 or 16. My parents offered her the opportunity to move into their bedroom because things were more calm in there since my mom blocked it from entering there. She refused. She was too old to be sleeping in our parents bedroom. Well her refusal lead to her seeing the thing.
It was this one night. She was sleeping in her room. It was pitched black with the exception of the light from her stereo. She said that she heard something walking in her room. The thing stepped into the light of her stereo and she seen it. It was short, about 3 feet, dark, old looking, wrinkles, and large black eyes. Really sharp white teeth. It took a step towards her and she ran from her room and jumped down the stairs. She hurt herself in the process but she wanted to get away from it. She said the crazy thing about that situation was that she heard its footsteps running after her. She slept in my parents room until she hit 18 then she moved out.
The activity actually calmed down after my little sister was born.
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Friday, June 1, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
Monday, April 16, 2012
Yesterday, April 14, 2012 at 11:15pm, my girlfriend called me. I didn't feel very comfortable talking to her in the house, so I went up into my attic, where I could feel more relaxed. After 8-9 minutes, I heard a sound like the playing of a voice recorder to my back. I looked behind me but nothing was there. I felt like something wasn't right, so I moved to the other side where I could see the entire attic, and from there I continued my conversation. After a period of time had elapsed, a point of light started burning from the center of the attic and traveled over to my side very quickly. I was so startled that I quickly ran from my attic.
I can't understand how this could be possible. Does anyone have an explanation?
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Upon leaving, we would always go the the park at an elementary school down the street from us. One night we found a cat. This cat was quite friendly towards us and we noticed that it was probably a stray because it was so skinny. We began to feed the cat every night around the same time at the park, and named it Snickers.
After a couple of weeks Alyssa and I were talking about ghosts, after watching Paranomal Activity. I mentioned how I had always wanted to use an Ouija board. To our misfortune, Alyssa's mom actually owned one and allowed us to borrow it.
Alyssa came to spend the night at my house and brought along the Ouija board. We waited until everyone was asleep and the house was quiet before we went to the living room. We lit two white candles and set them on both sides of us. We then place our hand on the mover and proceed to ask the normal expected questions.
Right before we decided to just give up we got a response. The mover moved to yes. We asked who was there and the answer was simply "B". We asked what their name was and the response was "B". We then asked the spirit what it's whole name is and it produced a sting of letters we couldn't decipher. We asked if it could prove to us they were really there. The answer was yes. I said "blow on this candle". Immediately after the flame began to flicker, while the other candle's flame stayed still. Keep in mind that the candles were neither close to Alyssa and I or any other source that could make the candle flicker.
Throughout our session we learned that "B" was a young boy, who had siblings still alive. We asked how he died and he simply said knife. We then ask who killed him, where he said his uncle. I taking had asked what his uncle's name is, and asked if "B" would like for me to find him. He gave me the name and said yes. I wrote it down and later did an internet search with no success. After awhile we began to become tired and asked if we could talk with "B" tomorrow. With the answer yes we said goodbye and the mover moved to goodbye.
The next day I told my friend London about our experience. She was very interested so I invited her to join. She accepted and that night she came to spend the night. Around ten it was time to bring Snickers food. We all headed to the park but when we arrived Snickers was gone. We pushed it aside an ignored it. We just went back to my house.
That night after everyone went to bed, we went and set up. We began by asking if "B" was present and after it moved to yes we began to ask the same questions as before. After awhile something weird began to happen. "B" became very hostile. He was not happy about London's presence, and when Alyssa asked if "B" wanted anyone dead, his answer was yes and she asked who and his response was... You.
I was alarmed by this and immediately asked if we were still talking to "B". The answer was not surprising, it was no. We asked who it was and the board started to spell. D. E. M. At this point I took my hand off the mover. O.N. I quickly said good bye and ended the session.
After that night weird things began to happen. Alyssa became very demonic, saying that she wanted to summon the demon and to witness its wrath. I told her that's not a good idea, and she told me she wanted to know how it felt to have your soul ripped from you. Lodon's pair of skull gloves that were under her bed we're folded neatly on her desk when she came home one day. Her mom said no one had been in her room. Alyssa after coming to my house, went home to find coke cans she had thrown away were placed upside down and arranged in a circle. Her family was at her grandma's all that day.
Late at night when I was in bed my door began to open and close. I just assumed it was the house shifting or the air conditioning. Until I turned the TV off and the door flew wide open and stayed that way. I was so scared I start to sing Jesus Loves Me until I fell asleep. When I woke up again the door was shut.
We continued to go to the park but we could never find Snickers. There was always an eerie feeling falling over the park now. One night when we went to hang, Snickers appeared but she wasn't the same. She was different. Creeping us out we began to just ignore her. She began to follow us one night, not wanting to take her to my house we began to run. When I look back I saw she was running too. The rest of the summer she would be anywhere I went, I referred to her as my stalker cat and tried to scare her off. She always stayed and was always giving off that eerie feeling.
The creepy things seemed to almost stop after I talked to a friend named Brian and he told me to put salt around the walls. But still to this day there's an occasional incident. Like a few weeks ago when my friend Sarah spent the night she said she could sense it and then my little brother began to tell her about the other person in the room. He made jumping movements.
I'm no longer friends with either London nor Alyssa. My two best friends and one day we just stopped talking. I was upset for months. I don't know if our loss of friendship has anything to do with the events that happened this summer or is because of something else. I haven't seen Snickers for a couple months. Maybe she died or was just tired of following me around. Maybe one day she'll show up again, I don't know. I do know though, that this summer was unlike any other and that my experience with "B" and this "demon" is enough to last me.
Monday, February 27, 2012
I live in an apartment with my fiance and our 5 year old son. Not long after we moved into this apartment I started to become very depressed. We lived in the apartment above the one we do now for about a year, I have never been one to be depressed. I have always been on top of everything, very neat and organized, my son is my world. Since the day he was born I would take him for a long walk every day in the summer. I spent my whole day playing with him, taking him to the park, etc...
Not long after we moved downstairs I started to become very depressed, very slowly I just stopped doing my every day routine. It has gotten to a point where I will lay in bed all day, I have no energy or ambition to do anything more than what I have to do. My fiance has seen a very big change in me, he asks me all the time what the hell happened to me. I can't give him a good reason on why I have turned into the person I am today. No matter how much I try to shake the feeling of depression I can't. My doctor has put me on meds but they make my depression even worse so I stopped taking them.
I have a very hard time falling asleep and once I am woken up by something, I can't get back to sleep no matter how hard I try. My fiance gets up every morning at 5 am. Once that alarm goes off I am awake and can't get back to sleep. After a few months of moving in this apartment I would lay in bed and try to get back to sleep after being woken by the alarm clock. I would lay there and after a while I would feel what felt like someone was bouncing on my bed, so I would sit up but there was nothing there. Every time I lay back down the bouncing would start again, most of the time I would get up and go lay on the couch in the living room but as soon as I closed my eyes it started again. For months it was as if something was just taunting me, it never went any further than the bouncing. A few months ago I was laying in bed trying to get back to sleep, I lay in the same spot for about 20 minutes, I then rolled over. It was as if there was someone just watching me, and as soon as I rolled over I felt the thumping on my bed. It had been a while since the last time I had felt it so my first thought was that my dog was trying to get up on the bed. Our dog is only a puppy and at the time she had a hard time getting on the bed, so I thought it was her,, but I knew that my fiance put her in her cage when he left, so she wouldn't chew on things while I was sleeping. Her cage is to the left of my bed so I pushed myself up and went to turn my head to see if she was in her cage, but before I was able to turn my head I was attacked. I was pushed face first into my pillow, I couldn't move or speak. This experience was as if I was dreaming. I heard a woman say my name in a scratchy voice, I couldn't see her face just her arms and body, she lifted me up in the air, however I was not in my bedroom anymore, I was in my living room. The women told me in these exact words, "Noel I can pick you up and slam you down." I was scared to death begging her to put me down. This lasted only a few minutes and before I knew it I was back in my bed. I sat up and looked around my room, I looked at my sheets and blanket to see if they were pulled off my bed, but everything was just as it should have been. My dog was in her cage whining like she was scared of whatever was in my room. I know I was not sleeping before this had happened, so I wonder if a spirit is able to show you what they can do to you by making you think it's a dream. I have never been so scared in my life.
After we moved into this apartment our landlord told us that his mother died in our living room. That morning I called him and asked him what his mother sounded like, what she died from, and if she was depressed before she died. He described her voice and I knew right then that it was her talking to me. He also told me she died of lung cancer, which would explain the scratchy voice. He also told me she was very sad and depressed before she died, she was very ill from the chemo. So I now wonder if her presence is in this house, and I am picking up on how she felt before she died. I don't know if it's possible for that to happen and wondering if anyone has ever experienced anything like this. I know that I was not sleeping when she attacked me, I had gotten up that morning to make my fiance's lunch while he was getting ready for work, before I went back to bed and tried to fall asleep. Since then I have felt her pin me down but nothing like what I just described. I have learned to just let it happen and wait for it to pass. Sometimes I wonder if a spirit can sense your fear and feed off it, so I am not afraid anymore. If anyone has ever experienced this please let me know. Please feel free to contact me
Monday, February 13, 2012
There are few things I remember about my childhood, but there is one experience I will never forget. I was about six at the time, and I had woken up one morning, hearing commotion in the kitchen as though my grandma was making breakfast. I could smell the bacon, eggs, and biscuits cooking, so I got right up and ran downstairs. To my surprise, there was a lady I'd never seen before in the kitchen, cooking breakfast.
She had spoken to me, "Good morning, Kristen."
She'd said my name as if she knew me.
I had run back upstairs and woke up my grandmother, yelling "Oma! Oma! There's a lady in the kitchen! Who is she?"
We had made our way back downstairs. The smell of breakfast was gone, and when we looked in the kitchen, every pot and every pan was back in it's rightful place.
Two or three years had passed, and we still couldn't figure out who - - or what - - I had seen in the kitchen. That is, until my grandma and I began going through some old photographs of the family. She had pulled out a photograph, and I knew right then.
"That's the woman I saw in the kitchen." I had said to my grandmother. "That's her!"
As it turns out, the woman I'd seen was my grandmother's mother, or my great-grandmother. She had passed away before I was even born. We still can't figure out why she would have been in the kitchen that day, or why I was the only one who'd seen her. But it is a memory that will stay with me for the rest of my life.
Monday, January 2, 2012
I live in a small city and my friend lived in a major city, about four hours away. On one of my weekends I booked flights to spend the weekend catching up with him and another friend. So I arrived Saturday morning and spent the day shopping till he finished work and we met up with his friend and all went back to his place that he shared with his dad who was overseas at the time and their room-mate who was also away at the time.
We sat around chatting till dinner time when we all decided to go out to the heart of the city for dinner and we left, but not before switching off every light in the house. I remember this specifically because my friend has a little dog and as a dog lover and someone who hates the dark I felt sorry for the poor little thing being all by herself in a big dark house when we were out.
We went out and had our dinner and returned and when we got back, the lounge room light was on. This was so strange it made my friend think that one of the house's other occupants must have come home early - because we definitely turned all lights off. But no one else was there. We kind of dismissed it and assumed we must have all forgotten that we left that light on.
So we were out on the back balcony chatting and listening to music through my friend's iPod hooked up to speakers. At one point we figured it was a bit late so we'd turn the music off. We kept chatting about an hour and then the music turned itself back on - this time my friend really thought the room-mate had returned because the iPod had actually been switched off. But no one else was in the house. We thought it was odd, but at that stage I didn't give it too much thought, I find logic always kicks in and you try and work out logical explanations for strange things when they happen.
So it got to about 3am and we decided to call it a night. I was tired and as it was a bit of a whirlwind trip and I'd only be getting about three hours sleep as I had to get up and get the plane home. So the guys both camped out in my friends room. I could have slept on the floor near them but I really wanted a good nights rest given the short sleep I'd be getting, so I opted to sleep in my friend's dad's bed in the room next door. My friends shut the door, but I kept mine open and we switched off all the lights.
As I lay there nodding off, I started to feel little rumbles as if the bed was shaking, just a bit. I again just ignored it. But then I heard sounds coming from the kitchen,light,muffled sounds like you'd hear if there was a small party or group of people just chatting away. There were no houses close enough to justify these sounds, so at this stage I started to figure there was something supernatural happening. But really, all I could think was every minute I was being kept awake by it all was time I wasn't getting for sleep. I'd normally have been a bit spooked at that point, but all I wanted was to get some rest. It was then the bed shaking kept happening, and little by little it was getting more forceful. I felt the furniture around the bed to see if it was the whole floor that was shaking but everything else was steady and still. It was then I heard footsteps coming from the doorway to the bed. I honestly could hear them, so I guessed it was my friend's dog or one of my friends because they were so clear. When I said something there was no response, so I assumed it was my friend's little dog as she loved sleeping near me. This was all happening very quickly and while I still heard the footsteps, I shone the light on my phone onto them and there was nothing there. Not only that, but my friend's bedroom door was still shut and even his dog was still in his room.
At this point, I wanted to wake my friend because I was getting scared, but I was worried they'd think I was silly so I went back to bed and tried to sleep. It was then that one of my friends got up to go to the bathroom and let his dog out of the room to come sleep in mine. She jumped up and I was glad to have her there.
The bed kept being rocked as if someone had the side of it and was pulling it back and forth. I eventually fell asleep. Then, I woke up to being this time violently shaken in the bed, as if the whole bed was moving. It was so intense I bolted upright and even the little dog was wondering what was going on. It was like nothing I have ever experienced in my life. It was so loud and forceful, the bed was banging against the wall. As I sat up it stopped. I was so tired, I calmed myself and went back to sleep.
Thankfully that was the last of it, but I hardly got any rest at all and almost missed my flight. I told my friends and they had a bit of a giggle, but did admit the light and the music creeped them both out. I am not sure what to make of it, but something strange definitely happened and I don't want to sleep there on my own ever again.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
I brought his ashes to a river where we had so much fun walking. I looked around to make sure no one saw me gently pour the ashes into the rapid waters. A tear drop trickled down my face.
The next day I went back to the water, and I heard the lost bark again, but this time, it was not a lost sad bark.... it was his happy bark.
To this day I go back three times a week at night, and listen to my dogs bark echo all around...
Thursday, August 25, 2011
I ask, "What bit you?"
She says "My dog bit me on my arm." I look at her arm and sure enough I saw teeth marks. My dog loves to take showers and to sleep in the tub, so I know he's there.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
To this day the tire swings every night at ten to eleven, and we have never gone outside past nine in case we come in contact with this strange ghost.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
There it said, "Died falling down the waterfall in...." I gasped I had seen her yesterday and she died two days ago.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Another thing that has followed me through life is the numbers 3, 6 and 9. All the major events in my life have revolved around the number 3. I am the 3rd boy, I am the baby of 9 kids, I have 6 sisters. I've always been different.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
I went to visit them a couple of times a year and stayed in a tiny
guest room with just a couch thing for a bed. I didn't get there for
her funeral, but am here now visiting my cousin. I assumed I would
stay in the guest room like I always have, but he suggested I take her
room because it's so much larger. I thought that would be too creepy,
but he reminded me that I was the big skeptic so why would I, of all
people, feel that way? He claimed that he heard strange noises at
night from that direction, but figured that was because he didn't get
enough sleep and was half-falling asleep while he worked in his room
nearby. I wondered why he seemed to be pushing me to stay in that
room. Perhaps the room had some influence over him? But that was crazy
thinking to me, the Skeptic Richard.
I sat on her bed a couple of minutes to see how it felt to be in that
room and studied the power outlets to make sure they were adequate for
all my toys. It seemed OK, so I did end up sleeping in her bed last
night. I fell asleep OK without hearing or seeing anything unusual.
But in the middle of the night I was awoken by a pressure INSIDE my
body! INSIDE mind you, and it wasn't a dream. I was very much awake
and there was still this pressure. Was it Aunt Annie?
After a few more seconds, it became clear that the pressure was in my
bladder because I had to go to the bathroom. I did, got back into
bed, couldn't fall asleep for a while so I played with the Internet,
fell asleep again without seeing or hearing anything interesting.
Slept for several more hours, woke up refreshed, still nothing
Some people might say this story shows there are no ghosts. But I
prefer to think that Aunt Annie was happily continuing to live in the
house she loved for so many years, and went out of her way to stay
quiet so as not to disturb me, her favorite nephew.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Thirty years later my mom caught pnuemomia and broke her shoulder and she died in Pueblo hospital. Following her death I have experienced her voice calling me, she would say, "Cris, where are you?" I answered but it was like she was in the room but could not see her but I could hear her voice. I so wanted to see her. Shortly after I divorced, I left Colorado to Arizona, my child was 6 yrs old. It was night time, driving the U-Haul, I had the panasonic phone up front, going through AZ the phone goes off, it's ringing, My daughter says "mom answer it." So I picked it up and said hello, you could hear static and moms voice saying, "Cris, where are you?" I was telling her I'm right here, I love YOU, then the phone goes dead. The phone had no battery in it.