Kat's Personal Experiance with Ghosts

[Kat]

I thought I'd kick off this forum with a post on my own personal experiences with ghosts.

This is a post I've made in the past, I actually saved the entire thing cause I get asked about my ghost stories so often...


Okay, this is probably going to be a long post. So why don't you grab a drink and some snacks, perhaps even a pillow and a blanket. Because I've got lots of stories to tell.

Okay, so the house that I used to live in from birth to 12yrs old was once a barn. My sister who is 6yrs older then I had this love for the Quija board. Anyhow, I was about 7 or 8 at the time that the major event happened (we'll get to this later). The little things that would happen were footsteps up and down the stairs. Seeing what can only be described as a transparent person in the mirror or in the TV screen. And you always saw them out of the corner of your eye when you were vacuuming and washing your hair.

You have to understand what my house looked like to really get how spooky this whole thing is. It's a HUGE house, with 4 different apartments. On the top floor was my family, and then the other side of the house's top floor was my aunt & uncles apartment. The house is three stories. On the very top floor is 1 bedroom and inside that bedroom there is a door to the attic. The stairs to the bedroom was right outside the bedroom door, and across from the bedroom door was another door, which led to my aunt's apartment. So we could always go over there through that door instead of going down all the stairs out onto the porch and in the main door.  Anyhow, this bedroom is where my sisters and I slept. This was the major "hot spot"of the paranormal activity.

Here is a photo of the house. Keep in mind it looked nothing like this outside while I was living there. My aunt put siding on it and cleaned up the entire yard. And its a view from the back of the house...


UPDATE 4/1/11: Here is a side view of our "our side" and the back. You can see how different it looked when we lived there. For some reason I have no front view other then porch shots.


Growing up we always heard someone walking up the stairs to our bedroom, and we always thought it was our dad coming up the stairs, but the person never came into our room. Then a few minutes later, we'd hear the same thing, but descending the stairs.  The next morning we'd ask my parents if they come upstairs and the answer was always no.  Eventually we got used to it and just ignored it.

Now, from the Kitchen table you could see almost the entire hallway to the bathroom and to the third floor stairs. I don't remember the first time this happened, so I don't remember my reaction to what was going on. But it got to the point that almost every morning when we were eating breakfast at the table you could see a blur of a person, a man, in farm kind of clothes, walking down the third floor stairs, through the hallway, into the bathroom. And a few minutes later he'd come out, and go back upstairs. We just got used to him, it wasn't a big deal.

Here is a photo of the stairs and hallway that we'd see the ghost walk by...I blurred my face out LOL


Now, another very creepy thing that used to happen was we had a very old rocking chair in the attic that late at night you could hear rocking back and forth. It would get so loud that we had to cover our ears. As you can imagine we soon became very scared of the attic. Too bad the door to it was in our bedroom.

One thing that I guess I should have mentioned, but I didn't really know for years, was that at least 10 people had died in the house over the years. When we lived there my grandmother owned the house, before that her grandparents owned it. So it's been in our family for awhile. All I know is that my great-grandmother died in the house. She locked herself in her bedroom, and didn't come out for days (this happened in my Aunt's apartment before my aunt lived there). Eventually my father and my uncle decided to climb on the roof and get to her through the window. They found her dead body. Other then that, I'm not sure about the events of all the other deaths there.  All I do know is that the house was a barn for many years. My sister used to have this one contact on her Quija board which told her many things that were true, or came to be true. Anyhow, what she told all of us was that this contact (can't recall his name) told her that a very bad "accident"� took place involving a horse, and I believe a gun, and hangings and stuff like that. She was told that she wasn't allowed to go into details because if she did something bad would happen. So to this day she hasn't gone into details. She claims she doesn't even remember what he told her, but that she did write it down somewhere. Anyhow, the spirit told her that my uncle knew about these events somehow and she was only allowed to talk to him about it. Every time I've mentioned it to him, he just laughs and shrugs it off.  

A few small things happened here and there after that. Weird sounds from the attic, the ghost sightings which weren't a big deal to us, etc. But one day I remember being up in my bedroom, and playing barbies. It just so happened that most of my old Barbie stuff was in the attic. I didn't want to go in and get it, but I didn't want to wait hours for my dad to come home from work to get it out. So I decided to unlock the attic door and get the box which was just a few steps inside. Well I finally opened the door, (the light chain is half way in the middle of the attic. You can't stand up in the attic, and when you step inside of it, there is probably only 15 feet in front of you, and to the left and right is where all the space is) and was about to go in, when I saw a woman, in olden style clothes. I remember her image as if she was standing here right now. I backed up as fast as I could, slammed the door shut and locked it. And ran all the way down to where my family was. They didn't believe me. I decided that day I wasn't going to go in there ever again.  But shit happens and for some reason I needed to go in there a few weeks later. I opened the door, and hanging from a little noose type of thing was a Barbie doll that had been missing for weeks. This time I was serious about not going back into the attic. Before all this happened the ghosts didn't seem violent. But I was seeing differently. From then on, I never went into the attic alone.

The BIG event I was talking about in the beginning. Well, one day my sister had a friend of hers over. Her friend didn't believe in ghosts and wanted proof. So they went up to our bedroom, got out some candles and the Quija board. They spoke to my sister's contact for a little while. And her friend said something like, "Are there any ghosts in the room right now?" Yes. It said. Then of course she had to say, "Prove it. Do something that will be obvious that there is a ghost in the room. You've got five minutes."� Five minutes past and a candle went out.  Her friend didn't believe that it was a ghost, just a draft. She wanted more. Five more minutes, nothing happened. Finally my sister's friend suggested that we all go into the attic. We thought she was nuts. She kept bugging though. Finally we gave in.  She went up to the door, my sister and I behind her. She was just about to unlock the door when a HUGE banging sound came from the other side of the door. This is hard to explain. You know how in cartoons when you can see the characters heart beating out of their chest? That is how it was with the door, the door was bending and you could see the fist pounding into it. We all turned and ran as fast as we could down the stairs. Guess that friend believes in ghosts now. LOL

After that event only small things happened here and there. My oldest sister moved out, so I got her bedroom downstairs.  She had claimed that a night while she was sleeping someone would pull her hair and make the bed shake. The weird thing is that I know weird shit happened to me in that room as well, but I can't remember a single thing.

When I was 12yrs old all the hauntings stopped. Then a month or so later my grandmother died. She lived up the street in a house that she owned. We moved out and moved into her house. Since then nothing has happened at the old house that I lived in. My aunt now owns that house. Some of her tenets have asked if the place is haunted, and my aunt tells them the stories, but they've never told her if anything has happened to them. It seems as though it was only our side of the house that was haunted.

Anyhow, we moved up to my grandmothers house, the house I now live in. Before we moved in, we had to clean it out. We were going through dresser drawers and more, when we came across a photo. It was a picture of the ghost that we all saw during breakfast everyday, the man turned out to be my mother's grandfather. He had died a few months before she was born. I remember seeing the photo for the first time and kinda shouting 'that's the ghost!"

Since we've moved up to this house lots has happened. It would take me a lot more time to write all that out. So I'll save it for a rainy day.

Hope you enjoyed what I've lived with all my life so far.



I wrote this a long time ago...and have since moved into my own apartment, where I have a few more stories...maybe someday I'll get around to adding the rest of my ghost stories

[Demona]

If you ever find old pics and more ghost photos let us see them!

[Iwillstayalive]

Im definetly gonna coment back on this but first i'd like to say is i think you may have a fear of ghosts Kat. But not the kind of fear where you know what you fear, more like a unexplained childhood haunting that still chills you. I dident have time to read much of wha you said so i will DEFINETLY post back later!

[Kat]

LOL...I dunno about a fear of them. As long as they aren't harmful, I don't care if they are around me.  And I don't believe how a lot of ghost hunters say a ghost can't hurt you.

Anyhow, growing up with the ghosts I got so used to seeing the man, my great great grandfather, he was just a part of our family, even though he was dead.

Like I said, I have a lot more stories to tell. Maybe when I am feeling better....cause I STILL Have strep, I'll write down some more of what happened in the different houses.

[Kat]

Alright, lets see. I left off talking about the first house I ever lived in. Like I said, after we moved out my aunt said there were no more ghostly sightings, but her tenants did ask her a few times if the place was haunted, so they must have seen something.

My uncle died Nov. 30th, 2003 from cancer, and he died at home, in the haunted house. A few months after he died, my aunt went up to Canada, my husband and I stayed at her apartment, watching over the tenants and the house, etc. I was scared to be in the house overnight at this point, because now I'm older, when you are a kid a ghost isn't as scary for some reason. LOL, but I was nervous about being there. My aunt came back a week or so later, and asked me if I "experienced"� anything.

I had no idea what she was talking about. She proceeded to tell me that not too long after my uncle died, that this wind up clock she had in the dining room would keep going off. The only problem was she never winds it up, and it was kinda in pieces, not really broken, but it has different parts that were taken off of it.  Now, if the clock was wound up, it should have been chiming every hour. Instead, it chose to go off at 2 or 3am. She said a few nights later it did the same thing. Both  times she checked the clock, and it was not wound up.

Some of you who have read ghost stories and such will probably think "ok, what is the significance of 2 or 3 am in the morning? Well, I can"t really think of anything other then my uncle got the AM to PM wrong. Honestly, at the time I am writing this, I don"t know for a fact what time he died. I believe it was sometime after 2PM but before 3PM - I am actually seeing my sister tonight, so I'll ask her.  However, since he died at home, they had to wait for Hospice to come pronounced him, and they came about 2-3hrs later and pronounced him then, so on the death certificate it would say a time 2-3hrs later.

Anyhow, I can only think of two things that happened to me in the house while my husband and I were staying there. My aunt went back up to Canada for a month or so, and asked us to watch the house again. So we did.

One night, I went into the bathroom. Now, where the bathroom is, is kinda like how it is in our old apartment, right in front of it is a long hallway with stairs at the end. Only years ago, they tore out the wall near the stairs so it opens to a big living room. Well, if you are standing right outside the bathroom door, you can see the living room wall at the other end. And hanging there is a display case which at that time was holding the tiny urn (most was buried, the rest my aunt kept) that my uncle was in. I have a picture - but somehow I think people might find it morbid, when really I took the photo because the way she had it set up with a Teddy Bear and the dried flowers my sisters and I gave him at the hospital, on the sides of the urn was very pretty. Anyhow, it was a glass display case, and I was coming out of the bathroom, the light still on in the bathroom, and I could see my reflection in the case all the way down the hallway, and a mans dark reflection, just a shadow person really. I assume it was my uncle.

I wish I could remember better the 2nd thing that happened, but all I can recall was that it was a series of noises, and a series of things falling over that shouldn't have been falling over. Other then that any details of what the items are and what the sounds were I have forgotten. I just sorta brushed it off, but it did freak me out because I was there alone.

Next time I'll try to post some stories of what happened after I moved into my grandmothers house after she died.

EDIT: Fixed the weird characters that were fucking up the punctuation in the post. That happened a long time ago when I had to restore the forum. ~ Kat

[Kat]

Well, looks like I have more to add to my ghost stories. . . something happened at my apartment the other night....first let me begin with when I moved into my grandmothers house. I was about 12 years old, I would be turning 13 in July, i believe we moved into the house in May.

Right away when we moved in things started getting a little weird. I already told you about finding the photo of my great grandfather, and knowing right away that was the ghost in our old apartment. But what I didn't tell you was something that my mom and aunt experienced while I wasn't at the house. This is still during the time they were cleaning out the house, getting rid of my grandmothers stuff, and getting ready to move in. Because it isn't really MY story  I don't recall much of the events other then the way my mom told them to me a few times. My aunt and mom were cleaning the house and went into the living room, in the living room my grandmother had two photos hanging on the wall...large ones, self portraits of her on one wall, and on the other my grandfather. So my mom sees my grandmother's portrait glowing. Like a soft white light glowing all around her head. My aunt came in, they were both staring at it, neither saying a word to each other till later that day. Turns out they both saw it.

Ok, so we moved into the house. The first thing we noticed was the living room light. Its just one of those light fixtures that is in the ceiling. Well, sometimes you'd have it on and it would start flickering. Now, yes, the house was old, it COULD have been the wiring, cause it did the same thing for 8+ years that I lived there. However, when it would start to happen you could say "Nanny, cut it out." and it would stop. Nanny is the name we called our grandmother.

This next story, to be honest I dont know how it happened. I have to memories of it, one of them is real and the other is a dream. Sadly I don't recall which was the one that actually happened. But I think it was this one. My grandmother had a radio in the dining room, after we moved up there my mom put it on her favorite station and left it like that. The only person who would have ever messed with it would have been me. But I didn't. So my mom goes and turns on the radio, and its on my grandmothers favoriate station. She had always left it on her favorite as well. but by this time we had lived there for at least a month, and it was the old knob type, not the digital kind. So the knob would have had to be turned to change the channel.

The other way I remember this, and shit, for all I know it could be real too, but I think it was a dream. I'd have to ask my mom, cause I remember her being there. We had the radio on, cleaning and it was on my moms fav. station, and neither of us were in the room, and the stations started flipping till it got to my grandmothers fav. station.

Another weird thing that happened with a radio. I was listening to a rap CD...again a few months after we moved in. It was Onyx or something I believe. And I had it on my own player in the living room, and I was rocking in the rocking chair listening to it, and the volume went down. This was a knob as well. I looked at it, showed that it was on number 2 lets say, and turned it up to 4, sat back rocking listening to it, it goes down again. Looked at the knob, still on 4. This kept happening till eventually I had the player up to 10 but it didn't sound like it was on 10. When the volume went down again, I finally changed CDs to a night non swearing CD, and there was no problem. I figure my grandmother didn't want me to listen to that kind of stuff. lol

We always heard strange sounds from time to time, and I recall seeing the black shadow of a tall man standing in the living room from time to time as I went by the darkend room. There were also stories of my grandfathers ghost being heard. Stories from my grandmother before she died. He was an amputee, and had had his leg amputated from the knee down. He died when I was 2 so this is another story just told to me. I guess coming up the back stairs late at night you could hear keys jingling...he used to come up the stairs with his crutches, and let the keys hang out of his mouth. I never heard this, but I think my mom did.

Another thing with a light that happened one time. My oldest sister and I were at the house alone. I think we were both in the living room reading. And instead of having the overhead light on we had a little lamp on. One where you had to turn the knob pretty hard to get it to turn off, or turn lower. It was a 3-way bulb. Well we were just sitting there and it went off.

The next story I already wrote in the Quija thread, but I really feel like it should be posted here, so I'll copy and paste it from that thread.

Here is a story for ya though....

My sister always used the Quija board growing up. In fact, she used it so often she said that she almost always only spoke to one person on the board. Don't recall his name anymore.

He supposedly told her that in our house (the one we all grew up in - check out my ghost story thread for info on the house) that when the house used to be a barn there were many accidents there, and she wasn't allowed to tell anyone the specifics of it.

Anyhow, the board scared the shit out of me because of our haunted house and whatnot. But years later when we moved up to my grandmothers house, we had what we called "the backroom" it was basically a pantry. There was a huge shelf, and at the top we kept all our games and stuff. I was pretty sure that I had put my sisters Quija up there, but over the years I couldn't find it and I had even moved everything off the shelf and put it back up.

So years went by, I hadn't seen the thing. My parents decided to go to Virginia to visit my sister - it might have been the birth of her son, I don't remember cause they went a few times. I managed to convince them to leave me home alone. I wanted my boyfriend to stay with me, and even though he was legally considered an adult, his parents ran his life and he couldn't stay. (either that or he was off cheating on me somewhere knowing him)

So, one night a bunch of weird shit happened. I'm not quite sure the order of the events but I'll try to get them right.

The first night they were gone, I started to get myself a little spooked being in the house all alone. But it was no biggie, I worked on my websites, etc. The 2nd day, my boyfriend came over to hang out with me, and all of the sudden we hear a really loud sound like something breaking. Glass shattering. We searched and searched, the entire house, including the basement, only to find nothing. Few hours later the LOUD sound again, but this time not of glass, just of stuff falling. We searched around, went into the backroom, only to find that almost every game we owned had somehow fallen off the shelf, every one of them opened and the little pieces of them all over the room, and the Quija that I hadn't seen in years laying on top. Pretty weird huh? But it doesn't stop there

This could also go in my ghost topic - hehe

So, granted I was pretty spooked, because I knew this Quija board had been missing for years, and I knew for a fact that it was NOT up there with the rest of the games. I left everything alone where it was cause I didn't even want to touch the board. But eventually I did pick it up later in the day, and put the board on the bottom of all the games up on the shelf.

Now, when we had searched the entire place for the broken glass shatter we had heard that also included the basement. My basement door had a weird lock. You had to throw yourself up against the door, and turn this little knob. But once it was locked, it was hard to get unlocked again, because you'd have to throw your body up against it again to unlock it. But once it was locked it was fully locked. Anyhow, the door was locked after we searched down there. And this was around lunch time.

Anyhow, it got to be a little later at night. I'm hanging out on the computer working on my websites, etc. And my computer/desk was up against the wall in this room. On the other side of the wall was the basement stairs. And the stairs were locked behind the basement door. So I'm just sitting there. All of the sudden, there is this huge banging/knocking on the wall. So I knew it was coming from the basement, and I was scared shitless, but I thought I was okay, because the door was locked.

I had to call someone. Who could I call? I decided on my boyfriend. But wait. I didn't have the phone with me. I started plotting. The bathroom was in the room I was in, so I went in there, got a bottle of hairspray and my lighter, that would make a nice weapon, and tried to get up the courage to leave the room - but I couldn't. But I needed the phone. Then I realized, hey wait. We use dial up internet. I can use the computer to make the phone call. So I did. My boyfriends mother stayed on the phone/computer with me while he was on his way. But I had to get up, run into the next room and unlock the main door. Once I knew he was there, I ran in, unlocked the door and basically started freaking out.

He comes in, I tell him everything that happened. He decided to go search the basement - the door was unlocked! Now, we locked it that much I know! We ended up searching the entire house, there was nothing. He relocked the basement door. I decided to go up to the bedroom, and I begged him to spend the night, but his parents wouldn't let him, I asked him to stay till I fell asleep but he couldn't. I slept with the light on crying myself to sleep. When I woke up, every light in the house was on, and the basement door was unlocked -again!

A few months later somehow the Quija board ended up being on a shelf in my bedroom. I have no idea how it got there.

I know there was a lot more that happened in that house, I just wish I could remember. Maybe I'll try to get my parents into talking about it again see if they can remember anything I've forgotten.

I'll post what happened to me the other night a little later today, cause I want to type it up and see if I can remember any of the other things that have happened in the apartment since we've moved in. To be honest, I'm home alone typing this up, and its freaking me out just thinking about what happened the other night.

[Kat]

Even though I'm not getting any feedback on my posts and I have no idea if anyone is even reading them. I thought I'd post to you what happened to me on Monday night.

My husband (Joe) and I were having a few drinks. I think it was like 9-10PM. He had only 4 beers in the matter of like 2 hours. I had a little more, but was feeling fine. We were sitting in our extra bedroom, which I should be calling the office now, since it has my computer/desk in it. Its a small room, with only a TV/Stand, a recliner, and my desk, which now points towards the TV.

So anyway, I'm playing games on the computer, he's watching TV. We are talking whatever. My Teddy Bear which is a little small hand sized teddy, sits on top of my monitor - my monitor is a flat. So its easy for Teddy to fall off. He did. Nothing new there. Cause I think I knocked into it. So I picked him up and sat him on my lap. Joe asked to see him. He was looking at him...(he gave me the Teddy for our first Valentines day - I think...LOL) Anyhow, a few minutes later he decides to get up and go into the kitchen, a few minutes after that I decided to follow and make myself another drink. I came back to the room before he did. Sat down at the computer, and turned to look at the TV. Watched a little of what was on.

I happened to glance at the recliner. The Teddy was sitting on the edge. Like I person would, with just half their butt on it. I thought it was funny he put the Teddy like that to watch TV. A few minutes later Joe comes in, and goes to sit down, and says something to the effect of me placing the bear in that position so he could watch TV. I didn't. He claims he didn't either. He says the bear was against the back of the chair and thats how he left it. He's really convinced I moved it, and I'm convinced he moved it.

Then yesterday all day I kept hearing weird sounds throughout the house, sounds that shouldn't have been going on. Glass clanking, thinks hitting glass. Etc.

Previously the stuff that has happened in this apartment is things just seem to go missing. Last christmas we were trying to put up our fake tree. A piece was missing. We pulled apart the entire apartment. Look, there isn't a storage place to really put anything. Our tree was in the "office" closet, and the piece wasn't with it. Well, without this piece we couldn't put up the tree. Joe had to make a piece out of a plastic CD lid so we could put up our tree. This was in Nov. and It was either a week or so after we put it up, or when we were putting it away after xmas, that we found the piece in the closet in plain sight in the office.

Lots of other things go missing, and then appear in plain sight, its really weird.

One thing that was happening that I debunked was that our CD case would always rattle. I finally figured out that it only happened when the washer was running, it shakes it.

About two or so months ago, my husband and I were sitting in the living room watching TV. It was a nice day out, but we were both laying down watching TV and didn't want to get up to pull up the shades. I said something to him about how dark it was in there, and within 5 minutes the shade to the window inbetween us went flying all the way up.

I have this thing for blowing out lights. I did it so many times at my old house it wasn't funny. One day in my old house I blew out three different lights in the span of an hour. Just by turning them on. I did the same thing twice in a week in the same room - the bathroom - this past month.

At night, when I'm lying in bed trying to fall asleep, I can feel that someone is watching be from across the room...and no it isn't Joe. LOL.

Two weeks ago....my husband and I went to my parents house to help them with some stuff. When we came back they just dropped me off and my father and husband continued on to my sisters house. On our welcome mat outside the house was a key. I picked it up. Didn't know what it went to but it was old. Tried it on my two doors. It worked on one. It wasn't either of our keys. We both had ours. It wasn't there when we left, and we were only gone for 2-3hrs. That scared the shit outta me.

In the middle of the summer, my husband was out cooking on the grill. I was cooking whatever upstairs to go with our meal. Sometimes when he needs something from me, he'll call my name, only he calls me Katie. So anyway, I'm going about my business, and all the sudden loud and clear I hear him yell "Katie" so I go into the laundry room to shout back out the window, only it isn't open....I open it say, "yeah, what do you need" he's all like "what are you talking about" I told him I heard him calling me, he said he didn't.

I know more things have happened at our place, can't recall them now, but if I do, I'll share them.

For the record, my husband doesn't believe in Ghosts.

(to date 63 reads - just keeping record for myself LOL)

[stevenfreeman]

Very interesting read here.  If I had any paranormal encounters I would surely post them, so until I do, I will continue reading these.

[Kat]

Yeah, some pretty crazy shit has happened to me. Sometimes it scares me and other times I get a kick out of it

[alienchrissy]

Thats creepy..Just reading these just give me the chills...Keep posting, I love reading them, even though they freak me out

[Hellmate#666]

Sounds creepy...
I myself, think I have Shadowmen.

[Kat]

I can't think of anything more that has happened to me lately...other then the feeling of being watched ALL THE TIME....I'll see if I can remember anything else that happened lately.

[Kat]

I really can't believe more people don't have anything to say about all the things I've gone through....I mean...some of them are pretty freaky...I'd just love to hear some insight on these things...even though they are pretty long and very detailed

[Kat]

Oh, a few more things have happened.

Back in Oct. when I was making a Halloween Gingerbread house, I needed a can of black spray paint. We searched our pantry for the can we already had....couldn't find it anywhere. We really pulled that place apart. So the next day Joe buys a new one...not even 3 days later we find the old can, just sitting there on a shelf.

The other day, my husband was looking for a lighter I had thrown, looked under my dresser, and there was a Cross under it. We had found this cross in the basement of the house, and had brought it up and put it on our kitchen wall, but I had gotten something else I wanted to put in that spot, so I put the cross in the pantry on a shelf. Why was it under my dresser?

The next day I was playing on the computer, and I could smell rose sented oil, very strongly like it was under my nose. This continued for an hour, getting stronger and stronger each time.....weirdness I tell you.

[MichaelVoorhees]

My uncle died Nov. 30th, 2003 from cancer, and he died at home, in the haunted house.

That's mine and my mom's birthday...