Spookiest story I've experienced, and first hand too, was when I was twelve and dreamt my grandmother was calling me to tell me everything would be okay and that she loved me. The call ended with her telling me it was time to get up for school and that she's talk to me later.

I found out later that day that my grandmother had died that morning.

My sister used to live in a house where radios turned on by them selves. The bathtub taps would open on their on. Lights would go on and off and her kids toys would change positions. Really creepy stuff.

For the longest time after we moved into our new house after getting married, I swear that something was following me up the stairs every time. So most of the time I would run up stairs as fast as I could then hurry and look behind me... nothing there!

My best friend and I lived in a trailor that had a little boy ghost in it. He would turn pictures of my nephew upside down and he drew a picture on her bedroom wall. One morning I opened my eyes and I saw him standing by my bed. He looked so sad.

When I was about 12 I woke up in the middle of the night and I was sure there was someone else in my room. It was a small room and there was a bit of moonlight and clearly no one was there but I still felt a presence. I swore I could even hear small rustling sounds as if someone was around. Still to this day one of the creepiest things I've ever experienced.

When I was about 15 a family friend was moving and giving away some of her stuff. I took a mirror she did want anymore. One day I was in my bedroom watching T.V. and my mother was in the living room watching T.V. I heard a little girl say "Mommy, Mommy" and didn't think much of it. Next thing I new my mother came running into my room saying what you need, is anything wrong. I told her I didn't say anything and that I thought it was her T.V. show. She said that it wasn't and it wasn't mine either. We just let go and figure well that was weird. About to days later I got my film back from being developed and had a very unsettling discovery. I was wasting the film and took a picture of the mirror. In the mirror were things that didn't belong. I checked the negatives to make sure there was a mistake during the developing and everything on my picture was in the negatives. There were flowers that followed the curve of the mirror on the inside of it. A picture hanging in my room that didn't belong there. There was also a face of a little girl. It flipped me out. We put the mirror in our detached garage and never had a problem again. Everytime I look at the picture I wonder if the stuff in it will disappear one of these days, but to this day I pull out that picture see all of the crazy stuff that appear in it and wonder.

I think the most spooky thing I ever experience was when my son was 1-2 and he would look off into space and then talk to something (that we couldn't see) when we would ask who he was talking to he would turn to the other wall and point at a picture of my grandmother (who had passed away several years ago). I still believe that my grandmother was coming back to play with her first great-grandbaby.

my bed used to move at this one house we lived in and it was took apart and check to see if anything has gotten in it and everything ,but n ope
it just would move
though the nights the my newborn was borned and she slept with me, it didnt move

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Spooky stories? I can't say I have any that I find spooky but others might.. In the last 5 years I have lost a few family members. My Father used to go to bed at 9:45 every night and lately I have heard the light switch in the living room click off at 9:45 every night.. The light stays off though..
My aunt used to pet my hair back, kind of like petting a cat with long strokes. About a year after she passed I would be laying in bed reading and at the time I thought it was time to shut the light off and go to sleep I would feel a smooth stroke through my hair..
I find the above rather comforting rather than spooky though..

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My mother used to live in the basement of an old hospital that had been converted to apartments. One night she woke up to see the face of a girl at the foot of her bed. She could tell from the face that the person was dead (she has since seen similar faces enough times that she just calls it "the death face) but she recognized the girl as an acquaintance from high school so she knew it wasn't some sort of scary hospital ghost and managed to calm down. The next day she learned that the girl had committed suicide that same night. She still doesn't understand why she would have seen that particular face since she didn't even know the girl very well, but the story has always given me shivers.

My "spooky" experience was when I was in grade school and my Great Grandmother had recently passed; she'd been a school teacher. I was doing my homework outside on our patio and a monarch butterfly landed on my shoulder and stayed there while I finished my work. I "knew" it was my Great Grandmother and to this day when I see a Moarch butterfly I think of her.
Darby
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My mom's house used to have the ghost of the man who had lived there. Every now and then a lamp would turn on by itself. It wasn't always the same one either. He was a friendly presence though and they never felt scared so they would call him by name. Several years ago their house burned down. Even though they rebuilt on the same spot their ghost never returned.

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I don't really have any super spooky stories...when I was little I have this horrible image of being stuck in my Grandma's garage because I was trapped by worms. Now, I can only believe that this was most likely a figment of my imagaination but my goodness it seems so real. To this day, I absolutely hate worms.

I know pretty lame, but spooky just does not come into my vocatula

It is supposed to say vocabulary...not whatever the heck that is that I typed.

Sorry for the double post, but I am always so embarrassed when this happens.

Happy Halloween.

OMG! I had the exact same thing happen to me with my own grandmother that Calliope mentioned in her story (the first one). Grandma came to me in a dream, told me to be a good girl, and said goodbye. When the phone rang early the next morning, I already knew the news when my mom told me, and when she asked me how I knew, I told her that grandma had come to me in my sleep to say goodbye. That actually wasn't the one I was going to post, but seeing as how it was so similar, I had to mention it.

Now the one I was going to mention happened when I was in 8th grade, so about 12 years old (my grandma incident above, I was about 8). My friends Tina and Cheryl were over and we were downstairs playing with my Ouija board. We were talking to a spirit that seemed to know a bit about my family, but like always, when you're playing with the Ouija, we thought one of the others was pushing the planchette. We tried to prove that wasn't the case by slowly lifting our hands off at the same time and instead of stopping abrubtly, it slowly slowed down then stopped. Right then, that cemented my belief in the Ouija.

Well then this spirit started saying that something bad was going to happen to Cheryl that night. We thought he meant the other Cheryl (not me) because he was saying earlier that he didn't like her, but he wouldn't give details on exactly what. So the night ends, my friends go home, and we're all still a wee bit spooked about the incident. And then, lo and behold, I wake up in the middle of the night and need to be rushed to the hospital for what turned out to be my very first case of kidney stones, a disease hereditary in my mother's family of which the spirit specifically had mentioned the last name.

Spooky how this spirit warned of this event, and how it turned out he was actually referring to me and not the other Cheryl as we had originally thought.

I was scared of the board for a loooong time after that, certain that it was the spirit to which we'd spoken who had caused my stones and naught to do with the hereditary issue. So I hid it down in the basement, at the very bottom of a stack of games so that it was right next to the cement where it's negative energy could be absorbed back into the earth.

But was it really negative energy, or just the fact that the spirit portended something bad happening to me that got me so spooked?

Since that time though, I never looked at spirits and ghosts the same way again, and since then, I've been much more open and welcome to conversing with them. It was around that time my study of the paranormal began in more earnest and I dedicated myself as a witch a couple years thereafter. :)


Assuming my earlier post regarding your weekend events can count for this entry as well, please enter me twice. The link to the entry I mentioned it can be found at this entry in my blog.

Thanks Amber and Madelyn! :)

PS - the drawing date is actually on my birthday (the 4th) which is also election day here in the US. Since everyone's mind will be on the presidential candidates and not on ME where it rightfully should be, I feel that I simply must win for one of the contests drawn on the 4th... so I can continue to feel special and all. ;)

The purchase of my house was a crowning achievement for me. In fact I was so excited I slept on the floor in a sleeping bag because I wanted to spend the night under my own roof the same day the house became offically mine. My brother had complained but had grudgingly agreed to spend the night and was in his own sleeping bag not too far away on the floor next to me. But as everything got quiet and my brother fell asleep, I began to hear things. Footsteps at first, then things banging and sliding and moving all over in the attic of the house. I woke my brother thinking it was an burglar but we couldn't find anyone. Right after we came down out of the attic and got back into the sleeping bags, we both heard it start back up. Again we explored the whole house but no one was there and things were locked down tight. But as we searched I began to notice that boxes of my thngs had been pushed and moved around. When the noise happened a third time, the spirits in my house were no longer subtle. They made a lot of noise and had fun stacking the moving boxes and things in interesting piles. My brother and I couldn't take being at the house so sadly we went to his house for the night. Two days later we got a priest to come bless the house but the haunting continued. It took three blessings to stop the ghosts. But even today odd things happen in my house so I'm sure the blessings helped but I don't think the spirits have completely left.

The spookiest one I remember must be when I was in a youth camp with disabled people and we had a very good storyteller with us, who was able with a guitar and his voice to make just whatever noise you could expect in a ghosthouse. After that we went for a midnight walk in the neighbourhood forest, and of course imagined every possible noise to be a ghost or something scary. But the worst of all was getting back to the place where we were staying and noticing that the fire was out, electricity didn't work any more and it was freezing cold. Just enough to make it impossible to sleep that night. But it was an experience none of us will ever forget!

Not too sure this is spooky, but is sure freaked me out and I have never forgotten it even though it happened in 1975. At the end of May I told my sister I dreamed I saw our father in a coffin with a bunch of 6's floating around. By the 21st it would be over. Since our father was never sick, she blew me off but the dream stuck with me. On 06/06/75 the ambulance took my father to the hospital and he died 4 days later. Obviously by the 21 it was over and done with. I sure pay attention to dreams like that now!

When I was 11, my mom always used to leave my door open a crack at night. I always woke up with the feeling that someone was watching me, but there was never anyone there. It creeped me out a lot. My mom's boyfriends' sister was a psychic and she came over to see us, so I asked her about it. She said that there was some kind of presence there but not to hurt us in any way. Needless to say, I was happy to move out of there because maelvolent or not, the thought of being "watched" still creeps me out!

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My cousin & her husband bought this 200 year old house out in the boonies that was haunted. They were only leaving in a couple of rooms while fixing up the rest but my cousin kept feeling like she was being watched & hearing footsteps upstairs. They also kept hearing someone walking across the front porch, which was completely rotted out & had to be replaced & therefore unable to hold anyone. After this went on for awhile they were very on edge & her husband jokingly taunted the "ghost" while they were leaving the house for the day & the caught a flash like a fireball shoot across the front of the house...later when they returned they found a huge boulder on the side of the driveway had been moved. They eventually called in a priest who blessed the home & they found in the attic an old civil war uniform laid out as if someone was going to wear it & one of those glass display things you hang up with little compartments that is usually filled with herbs & such but this had bits of bone & things in it...when they took it out to burn it, it wouldn't burn for quite some time until after it had been blessed with holy water & with the priest praying over it...I NEVER WENT TO THEIR HOUSE...NO THANK YOU!!!

There's a few scary stories that I've experienced...I was dating this guy and I was @ his house watching a movie. He got up and my back was to the living room & I heard the door close. I figured he closed it when he stepped out. so he comes back into the room & says "charlie stop it" ..My ears perked up & asked him who is talking to? He tells me look he's been here since I moved into this apartment & he cosed the doo not me. I'm like what are you talking about? He's like Charlie don't you see him? I respond and say no I don't, he's goes on to tell me come on he's right next to you. I say I don't see charlie, so he tells me he left upset cause I couldn't see him..From this point on the date went down hill lol I left his apartment as tactfully & quickly as possible and never went out with him again!

I went to camp when I was twelve and when I went to washrooms alone I heard someone whisper my name. It happened more than once, but there was no one in the washroom with me. I went outside to see if it was any of my friends (or foes) outside the cabin trying to scare me, but there wasn't anyone around anywhere close. I still don't know who was calling me.

I've posted a link to your giveaway on my front page.

My husband's family has a house where they've seen a man in a top hat, faucets and tvs turn on and phantom footsteps can be heard on the stairs. My daughter had a door slam in her face as well.

Deidre
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when i was a kid i started to fall down a flight of stairs i stopped in mid air, was turned around and put on the top of the stairs. my butt was swatted and the door was pushed shut

found out later a grandmother type used to live there and had passed away. figured she was keeping watch over myself and my 4 sisters.

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I'm pretty sure that my great-grandmother's old home was haunted. Several family members, not to mention family pets died there. She had this HUGE fenced in yard and I would always feel like something was following me around and other people felt it when they were with me too. I don't know, maybe I'm crazy but after I was born, I spent the first three years of my life living with my grandmother and the family dog Sheba had decided I was hers. She followed me around everywhere and every time I would visit she would stick to me like glue. She was hit by a truck when I was five or six but I still always felt like she or at least something still followed me around whenever I visited. Especially once when I fell out a tree and hit my head on a rock, my grandmother said she thought she heard her dog scratching on the door and whining... but her dog had never left my side.

This isn't a really scarey story but i tell you it scared the knickers off me when it happened.

On halloween (always a good start) i was baking some cupcakes for my nephews birthday (born on halloweed) in the kitchen. My two cats were sat in the living room nice a quiet. I was just putting the cupcakes into the oven when a cat box upstairs fell off the pile (it had been sat there for months) onto the floor right over my head! I jumped about a foot in the air and went to check it. The box was in pieces on the floor and there was no-one around .... *spooky*

Being Wiccan I'd like to read this for sure.

Scary story? I've seen ghosts many times, a woman in white who was partially see through at the end of my bed when I was an older child. A child like ghost in the top corner of my ceiling. A few other time I don't remember. I wasn't scared with the lady in white though. Just one blink and she was gone. WEird.

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