Weird Things That Happened » Ghosts

Plantation Dream

Perils — Wed, 07 May 2008 23:12:24 +0000

As my anniversary approached, my husband and I discussed our plans. I wanted to go to a plantation home famous for its paranormal activity. My husband didn’t really like the idea. He said we shouldn’t be fooling with that kind of stuff. But he gave in and said if that was what I really wanted he would go.

Then I had a dream. In the dream, we were at the plantation home and something was in the cellar. I wouldn’t go down there but he did. And whatever was down there attached itself to him. When he came up out of the cellar, he wasn’t the same man. Lots of really bad things happened after that and I won’t go into the entire dream. But I will say this: When I woke up, I changed my mind. We won’t be going there.

Protection?

ibeleive — Sun, 30 Mar 2008 21:50:18 +0000

My father grew up without a father because his dad hung himself, for a reason I do not know. But my father never spoke about it to me, and I never spoke to him about it. My mother’s dad died of a disease of some sort. My mom recently sorted out the loft and there were some presents for my grandad, but he passed before he could have them. She asked me to open them but I refused. For all these years they’ve been like that, I didn’t want to do it. But she told me my grandad would have loved me to have the presents, and he would of wanted to meet me. So I have two grandads I never knew or met, and I’m trying to find out about them. Strange and weird things have been happening now for a while in my room. I’ve been seeing a figure of a tall man. My father told me his dad was tall. So I thought it could be him. Recently, I felt breezes and my heart felt full of sadness for no reason. I don’t know why, but I said I knew you were there, and then my heart was normal and no more breezes. I feel as if they’re protecting me for some strange reason, both of them for loads of nights. I’ve seen that figure for a long time now, but I don’t feel scared. I’m trying to find out about them.

Is It Real?

ibeleive — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 21:50:52 +0000

I was in a garage with my friend, and we were talking. I started to tell her weird things that have happened to me recently, and in return, she told me strange things have happened to her. As we were saying this, the light downstairs came on. It is one of those automatic ones, but it never comes on unless someone goes into the room. We were a bit scared so we both walked downstairs to see if someone came in, but nothing, no door open, absolutely nothing, so we just made up something to not scare ourselves. But then later on that day, we were outside the garage playing, and then the light came on again. This time we were sure it was not us or anyone else. So could these weird things have been done by spirits? I wonder.

The Monk

deeslaptop — Mon, 14 Jan 2008 11:48:46 +0000

I never believed in ghosts or apparitions up until the age of thirteen. The story I’m about to tell happened when I was in high school,and at the time scared the life out of me. It occurred one night while at my friend’s house. Quite a few mates of mine, male and female, visited out of the same classes and got together every week around about the same night. And on that night we hung around the streets as typical teenagers did. Up the lane near my mates there was a church along with a graveyard, it was a large one at that. Considering the amount of times we visited our mates, all of us were quite curious of going through it as teenagers do, so that is what we did. Unafraid and fearless, we were. We entered the graveyard, walked all the way through it, then came all the way back, did our usual thing for the night, and then went home.

For a few weeks, we did this and then one night in late October something weird happened. All of us went to our mates’ house then hung around the streets and near the graveyard. This particular night we did not enter it. We were standing near the wall when one mate of mine asked had I just seen a black figure standing near one of the gravestones. So I explained that I did not. Then as we all turned round to see what he meant, it was then we saw the figure of a monk standing as my mate said, near the gravestone. Just for a split second we all froze and never said a word. From then on, from my mates’ house to going all the way home, I think everyone was in some sort of shock. No one spoke or mentioned as to what we all encountered up until next day. After that the whole school found out, then our parents got news of our spooky experience. We saw the monk figure a couple of times on different occasions.

Then it was what happened next which was most interesting. About three months later, I was reading an article in our local paper when I came across this picture of this church and graveyard, and to my amazement was the same one, the one we had been through. The story was explaining members of the public who had experienced figures of a hooded figure of a monk. I’m 42 now and still think of that experience, more so the reason being spirits must exist, well, after the news article anyway.

The Blue Ghost

hawaiiancrush — Tue, 08 Jan 2008 02:02:48 +0000

I was about seven or eight years old when I saw my first ghost. One night I asked my older sister, Katie, if she could sleep with me because I don’t like to sleep alone. So at around 12:30 a.m., I woke up and opened my eyes because my legs wouldn’t rest. I then started staring at the end of my bed until I could go to sleep and at that very moment, I saw someone staring at me that I have never seen before! It looked like a girl about nine or ten years old with long black hair, a royal blue dress, what looked to be bloodshot eyes, and a teddy bear in her hands. I almost fainted! So I just kept my eyes half awake and half open. I couldn’t stand staring at the thing so I just closed my eyes. I then felt a tremendous amount of breeze go past me, I opened my eyes, and she was gone. I am now ten years old, and I still feel like she is watching me sleep.