Haunted Places - do you have a story?

[Yrose]

Sorting further through, I find pictures of my father when he was a boy – living on a farm, in Saskatchewan. Wheat and corn are clearly in the background. On the back of some of the pictures he is named as "Billy".

There is no way she knew - heck I'd long forgotten. Now I don't believe in ghosts and supernatural stuff, but this one still freaks me out a bit.

Just curious, have you showed her that picture or others of your dad? She may tell you that was her friend. I do believe family watches over you and children are more apt to see them.

[DonaCatalina]

Ghost of Michael Jackson?

[Yrose]

I know there are ghost, but not that...

[Molden]

if it moon-walked...maybe... 

[Lady Mikayla of Phoenicia]

Sorting further through, I find pictures of my father when he was a boy – living on a farm, in Saskatchewan. Wheat and corn are clearly in the background. On the back of some of the pictures he is named as "Billy".

There is no way she knew - heck I'd long forgotten. Now I don't believe in ghosts and supernatural stuff, but this one still freaks me out a bit.

Just curious, have you showed her that picture or others of your dad? She may tell you that was her friend. I do believe family watches over you and children are more apt to see them.

I agree with that!  My Maternal Grandmother died when I was 8.  A few weeks later I had my first premonition that came true that very night.  Over the years I had several more, they were usually warnings to ward off danger.  I was raised in a very Pentacostal home and was told it was the work of the devil and to ignore them, the unfortunate part is they usually came true.  After moving away I was finally able to develop the gift of intuition my Grandmother left me when she died.  It was only within the last 5-7 years I was told my Grandmother too had premonitions of warnings.  I always knew she was looking out for me!

I am very curious to hear her response to viewing the picture!

[Lady Rosaline]

A very dear friend of mine died in Nov. 2000, we had become friends when I was only 2 years old. For eighteen years we were inseparable. Shortly after he passed away, while driving alone I came to a cross road where there was very little visibility do to trees and high brush. It was about 2 in the afternoon. The cross road had a stop sign and the one I was on did not. Just as I was about to enter the intersection I was blinded by bright spinning lights, almost like a swarm of glowing bees fling circles around my head and someone squeezing my shoulders. I was dumbfounded and thoroughly confused, so i slammed on the brakes. Then I heard the screeching of tires, a crash, then someone asking if I was OK. I had no idea if I was or not. I thought I had been in a wreck. When the spinning lights cleared from my vision, I looked around to see a big rig buried in the tree line and my car untouched. The driver of the truck was OK and said that he missed the stop sign and swerved to miss me but he would have t boned my car had I not stopped. Many times since then when danger is near I see these lights and feel James squeezing my shoulders, just the way he did when he was here with me in flesh and blood.

[DonaCatalina]

Ghost Hunters International is advertising that tonight they will investigate the real pirates of the caribbean. It almost looked like they were at the old fort on Dry Tortugas.
Google Earth 24.624344, -82.872532

[Becky10]

My house has a ghost who I have named Simon. Unfortunately for me Simon likes to stay near my room and the Hallway . Now I wasn't informed until recently that the previous owner of our house hung himself in the garage. Guess whos room shares a wall with the garage!? My first encounter was when i was five i had spent the night in my mom's room cause my dad was out camping and that was kind of our tradition thing. Well something woke me up and when i looked at the end of the bed i could see a man standing there not moving. I thought it was a burglar so i did what any five year old would do and threw the blankets back over my head. A couple minutes later i looked again and he was still there. I ended up crying myself to sleep and told my mom the next morning, she thought it was my brother,yelled at him, then found out he stayed out all night that night (yelled at him again lol). Things died (haha pun) down for a bit and i had a different room then when i moved into mine i kept having electrical issues. Once the radio turned on and was all static with like classical music in the background and it was in the off position, i unplugged it then realized i had it on a rock station nothing that would be playing classical. Then a short while later my tv started going from channel 7 to channel 4 over and over and over. I shut off the tv, it comes back on, 4,7,4,7,4,7 shut it off and leave the room.  Again stuff stopped for a bit then i put my Grease DVD down on my bed. I came back and its gone, after looking for an hour i find it on my dressed by my window. I am the only one in the house and i know that i threw it from my door onto the bed. After that i was feeding my fish and turned around and as clear as day could see a man's face, late 50's, deep wrinkles, by my window just staring at me. I looked at him for a good 10 seconds waiting for it to go away then ran from my room when it didnt. The final thing was when i was sleeping, i felt something hit my bed and thought the cat had jumped on it, i pushed around with my feet, no cat, whatever, so i fall back asleep then i feel what feels like someone pushing down on my legs starting at my feet and i can feel the blankets moving as well ( i am laying stiff as a board) it gets up to my thigh and i jump out of bed and run into the living room. Cats in his bed and everyone is asleep. After that i asked Simon to go away and leave me alone or just don't make himself obvious. Worked fairly well. I got up one morning not that long ago and the dogs were barking at me cause it was early and, they're stupid. I hear my dad say "stop it it just her" So i ask what's he doing up so early and go to find him and don't see him, thinking he must have gone back to bed. I asked him later that day and he said he never got up till like 10. Then i thought, the dogs stopped barking right away when "he" said that. Those dogs never stop barking till 3 minutes after you told them. That was the last I've heard from Simon since.
I do still think he's here, my dog refuses to go down the hallway by himself, even when the precious ball is there and there are days when i start down it and feel like there's just a wall in front of me.

Has anyone ever tried a Ouija board before? I know alot of people who want to use one and I am pretty apprehensive about it.

[Lady Mikayla of Phoenicia]

@ Becky10.  You should prolly steer clear of Ouija boards based on your previous experiences.  I've used one... ONCE!  

You did the right thing with telling Simon to "go away" however then saying "to not be so obvious" leaves him room to return, which it sounds like he did.  Gently but firmly tell him "to go to the light, it is time for him to move on".  Let your voice be definitive and those are the results you will receive.  

Any future home you consider, always ask if somebody has passed in the residence.  Ask if it was of natural causes.  Some things a Realtor can share with you however there are some protected classes that we Realtors can not comment on.  For your current home you may also want to contact a local Certified Feng Shui Consultant or similar for an energy clearing, especially in your room & garage.  There are several in Southern California!  Lillian Bridges is awesome... her website is:

http://www.lotusinstitute.com/  I took her certification course in Washington State whilest living in Southern California.  I know she has many graduates in So Cal!  Good luck!

[Mairte]

I am a paranormal magnet so have tons of stories. However, this one I have told before (not here though) and was probably one of the most memorable.
I was 18 years old and living in an old funeral home in Atlanta, Georgia. I was home working and babysitting my little 3 year old nephew. I saw him go by the kitchen on his way to the bathroom. Now to get to this bathroom you had to go through a room where they used to lay out the bodies.
A few minutes passed and I heard voices. He was talking to someone and that "someone" was answering back. Thing is, I couldnt understand what the other "person" was saying, just tone/timber of voice. My mind was confused, scrambling to make sense of this! First I thought maybe one of the guys had come home but they would have had to go past me...then I thought maybe someone has broken into the room...but no...the windows were very small...so I got up to go into the room just as my nephew was coming out of it.
I asked him "Who were you talking to?" He looked up at me and said"The soldier. The solider is COLD". Well upon hearing THAT the soldier wasnt the only one that was cold!!
I looked at the door and thought "Oh crap. I have to go look". And with all my hair standing on end it was the LAST thing I wanted to do! I slowly walked into the room. I didnt see anything. But the whole place reeked of formaldyhyde(sp.?) and was indeed very chilly. This during hot summer. I figured I did my job and got the hells out of there!

[LadyStitch]

There is girl scout camp about 30-40 miles south of my home town.  There is a 150 year old homestead on site.  We use to be allowed in side but never again.  The guy who owned it was named John Green.  His "spirit" is considered the guardian angel of the camp.  He was always doing little pranks of light switches moving little things, nothing major.  That was until one morning where the caretaker normally would get up at 6 and go do errands around the camp.  That day he was sceduled to do something in the main gathering hall/cafeteria.  For some reason that morning his alarm clock didn't go off, and neither did his wife's as back up. Everytime he would be ready to go to the camp from his house 1/10 of a mile away something would be lost, something wouldn't work right.  That was until 9:38 AM that morning when his keys some how fell into a crack between a wall and a flower bed.  He had to bend down and get them.  At that momment the main hall exploded throwing shrapnel, and rock for 1/2 a mile.  He was protected by the wall.  Turns out there was a gas leak in the hall. If he would have gone in he would have been overcome by fumes. He looked at his check list, even if he had not been over come the was sceduled to be in the main hall work at 9:30 AM that morning. 
Maybe it was coincidence, maybe fate, maybe the spirit of John stopped him from going there. Regardless, something happened that morning to protect the camp. 
Now the camp had a nice hall with AC, heating, and other nice things.  Where the old hall was the fire place still stands.   The campers still show respect to John's home.  The counslors warn people to not defile things that were important to him because you never know if you will one day need his help.

[Celtic_Fae]

In a way, I find myself missing the ghosts. I moved from a New England town that had been around just about from the beginning to a city in Florida that wasn't incorporated until 1999 and doesn't have any buildings older than approx. 1990, aside from some dilapidated old estates. I enjoyed the ghost(s, at the end of our stay) in the first house I lived in after moving out of the family home with my mother in the divorce. His name was Charlie, the original owner and designer of the house. He used to watch over us, through the divorce and various threats to us and the house by my father and his family. By the end of our stay, however, we felt a dwindling presence. Then, we got a strong scent of pipe smoke and the original front door to the house slammed shut with no wind or anyone nearby. Later that day, we learned that Charlie's wife, who had been in a nursing home, had passed away. We believe the Charlie was with her during the end and then came to say goodbye to us before moving on with her.

Now, I don't know, nor does my mother (or did my father, or so I think), if anything happened in the house I originally grew up in. However, it doesn't have such a happy track record. The first two owners, originally very happy couples with great dreams of family and success, divorced and moved out, taking great emotional and financial losses when they did. My mother and father bought the house and soon after had me. I could NEVER sleep in my bedroom. According to my mother, "the people in my room kept me up". Toby, our dog, would rarely enter my room, and when he did, his hackles would raise and he'd start growling. This was an otherwise VERY friendly dog! The one time my mom, aunt, and I played with a Ouija board, it went absolutely NUTS. During the same time came all of the tragedy that alcoholism brings, and my mother and I moved out, leaving my father behind. Well, I don't know if there were any ghosts originally in that house, but if you are of the mind that intense emotion leaves ghosts of a sort, then there certainly are now. My father also died IN THE HOUSE in 2006, and every time we drive by (which isn't too often since we live in FL and the house is in MA) we get this really unsettled feeling. During the estate sale of the house, itself, a figure showed up in the upstairs bathroom window...the room he died in. You couldn't pay me enough to set foot in that house after dark. Memories, emotional traces, and the very possibility that he could still be there (tied to the place because of all the terrible stuff that happened in life there and bad energies he causes)...there's too much of a possibility running into something nasty, especially since I'm incredibly sensitive to that kind of stuff (to the point where I knew when he died before we got the call).

[DonaCatalina]

This is not really a castle; so I think this is the best place to post it.
Ducketts Grove was built in 1830. County Carlow in Ireland now owns the building and intends it to be a museum.
The original owner and builder is reputed to haunt the building. According to local legend he was cursed never to know rest after he pursued a young girl to her death by a fall.
map coordinates 52.857598, -6.813195

[Mairte]

I saw this on Destination Truth last week! (Ducketts Grove). The size of the walled gardens was amazing!!
As far as thinking about Haunted Places...where I grew up, a small cluster of houses called Belvidere Mills and where my parents still reside.
It used to be a town with a store, small bar, dance hall, barn for the horses of visitors, a mill and a creamery. Too many experiences to count growing up there, it would make  book.
I always thought someone should do an investigation. Its beyond weird sometimes (all of the homes, buildings and outside) but I love it.
Back to Ducketts Grove, as I said, Destination Truth. There was a four hour St. Patricks Day special on it. VERY interesting.

[irish]

I have a couple of stories.......and I wish my computer worked better, so I could add pictures here..... . I do 'Ghost Hunt', on occasion.

In Bethany, New York.......there is a place called Rolling Hills Asylum. It was a mental hospital/poor house in the later part of the 1800's. It was a horrible place!
Ghost Adventures did a story on it.
Anyway, my friend and I stopped by to see what it was all about. We did not take a tour, just took pictures from the outside.
I took a series of continuous shots of 6. In the 4th picture you can see the upper window, fill with a shape, in the 5th picture a 'woman' is there looking out and in the 6th...'she' is gone.
I sent the series of photos to the owners who were so excited!
We are planning a 4 hour tour, when the weather gets a little warmer.

When we went to Gettysburg, we went through the cemetery. It is a sad place. I stopped to take a picture of a lone tree. I don't know why, but when I got home, in the picture you can clearly see, smoke rising, as if it was cannon fire and 2 or 3 'men' running in uniform! It is amazing!