July 27, 2025 • 32 mins
Patience is thought to be a virtue, except when it's waiting, and you know time is on its side. True stories and urban myths of the weird, the paranormal, ghosts, cryptids and the things that make your weird little heart happy.
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Do you know what time it is? It's supernatural story time.
And if you're easily scared, and even if you're not,
there's only one thing left to do.
Speaker 2 (00:11):
Just turn off the lights, because these are stories that
you listen to only in the dark. It waits volume seven,
story number one. As a touring bar musician in the
eighties and nineties, I had many an occasion to stay
in different hotel rooms. Thankfully, strange events were extremely rare,
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but the only one I ever had guaranteed I would
never forget it. On a Sunday afternoon, our band's school
bus pulled into Melville, a small town of Saskatowan. I
believe it was the Melville Hotel, and proceeded to load
in our equipment. After we had set everything up, I
located my room on the third floor at the end
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of the long hallway and found it odd that it
had two entrances into the bedroom, which was located at
the end of a small hallway, and the other located
at the main hallway, which opened into a small sitting
room which then led to the bathroom and then the bedroom.
While washing up, I heard some strange noises emanating from
the bedroom, but I attributed them to the old steam heater.
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I locked up both doors and went for dinner with
the rest of the band at a local restaurant. During dinner,
I tried unsuccessfully to convince the other band members to
come to the movie theater down the street. Most towns
we played were too small for a theater and it
was a tree to see a movie. In this case,
Saint Elmod's Fire was playing, and while definitely not my
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first choice, it was better than watching the c BC
in black and white on the TV in my room.
Returning to the hotel, I walked up the three flights
and turned the corner toward the long hallway where my
room was located, which was at the end. As the
hotel was quite old, the hallways were extremely wide, not
like hotels nowadays. I distinctly saw a woman, most likely
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a housekeeper, walk into the hallway toward the entrance to
my bedroom. When I turned down that hallway, I noticed
my bedroom door was open, although I had locked it
before I left, so she must have gone into my room.
There was no one in my bedroom, but there was
also another room located just before mine down that same
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hallway to the bedroom entrance, so I assumed she was
in there, as that door was ajar too. I knocked
down there, and hearing no one, I peered inside to
look for her as I needed more towels. The room
was very small and no one was in there. There
was no bathroom in this particular room. Thinking the woman
must be in my sitting room, I unlocked the door
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to discover she wasn't there either. As mentioned, this was
an old hotel, and when some one walked along the
floor near you, you could hear it. Still, thinking I
had somehow missed her, I washed my hands and prepared
to go to the movie. Then I heard a strange
noise again coming from the bedroom. I walked into the bedroom,
and as I listened to the steam heaters, the noises,
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which were a low mumbling sound, changed direction emanated from
the sitting room. That's when it hit me that it
was really strange that I didn't see the woman anywhere. So,
being a natural hero, I got the hell out of
there as fast as I could and went to the movie,
which bore the crap out of me. When I returned,
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the band was also returning from a long night of sitting.
At dinner, my brother complained that his door was left
open even though he had locked it before, and sure enough,
my bedroom was unlocked even though I had locked it
when I left to go to the movie, albeit in
a big hurry. We were going to rehearse a little
bit in my sitting room, and so I began setting
up some of our equipment for barebones practice session. As
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I prepared equipment, the lead singer and his wife came
to the room to help me. After a couple of
minutes lost in a preparation, I realized that they were
no longer in the room, but standing outside in the hallway.
I asked them what they were doing. The lead singer,
who was six feet four inches tall and two hundred
and twenty pounds, answered, I can't stay in your room.
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It's got a bad vibe in there. I don't like it.
There's something really wrong in your room. Both he and
his wife absolutely refused to come back into my room.
Practice was canceled as I had the only extra little room,
and everyone decided to go to bed except me. Of course,
I was entirely too freaked out. The next day, when
I returned to my room after lunch, my bed was
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made and towels were left on my bed. I didn't
think anything of that, although usually the maids didn't touch
the band's rooms until the end of the week because
we're notorious slobs. I thanked the lady at the front desk,
the co owner of the hotel, for sending someone to
clean my room, but mentioned that it wasn't necessary. She
just looked at me and asked me what I was
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talking about. She literally had no idea. I told her
about my clean room and the towels, although I had
asked no one for them. She said that her daughter
cleans the rooms on Sunday mornings and doesn't return until
the following Sunday. I told her about seeing the woman
go into my hallway, and she had no explanation for
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that or my clean room. She laughed and said the
guys in the band were playing a trick on me.
I tried to explain that, first off, the guys in
the band knew I was terrified to be in the
room in the first place, and the last prank they
posed cleaning my room and bringing towels to me to
scare me. They would have been much more cruel than
that to my delicate psyche. And secondly, they wouldn't be
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awake for another few hours. She just shrugged and didn't
offer anything else. My room was made three times that week,
not every day, and no one else's was. After I
realized that whatever it was wasn't out to harm me,
but rather make me pretty darn comfortable. I had some
of the best rest ever in that place, and yes,
the lead singer and his wife never did come to
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my room again. Next story. My family has endured a
lot of tragedy and death, but our strong bonds have
kept those departed from our family very, very close. My
grandfather's house is a depository of every family member that
has passed, with a dominant entity being my grandmother. It
started when my aunt Gloria passed away when she was
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fifteen years old. I was six years old at the time,
and after the funeral they turned a small wall in
the house into a type of shrine. I remember my
grandparents looking at the picture every night and going through
her items, including the locks of her hair. As young
as I was, I remember smelling her in the house.
After a while, it got to words everyone would just
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say hello to the picture when they came. My grandmother
passed away next, and that is when things started to
kick in. I was eighteen at the time, and I
was living with my grandparents to help my grandpa take
care of Grandma. She was very ill, and the last
time she left the house to go to the hospital,
she told me she wouldn't be back and to take
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care of things. She was right. A few months after
she passed, I had let a friend from work spend
the night. She slept on the couch downstairs. I came
down the next morning and she was drinking a cup
of coffee. She said that she found it perked already
and asked who the lady was with the red hair.
I didn't put two and two together until much later.
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My friend said she was wearing a white uniform and
she was in the kitchen when she woke up. Well.
I thought maybe one of the old nurses had come by,
perhaps to pick up some equipment. I went into the
kitchen and all the cupboards were open. I didn't think
anything about it. I just closed them. I took my
friend down into the cellar and she pointed out a
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picture of a woman and said, that's the lady right there.
She pointed out a picture of my grandmother on her
wedding day. I kind of flipped out a bit and
told her that that picture was almost forty years old
and she had passed on. I could see by the
look on her face she was sure that this was
the woman. I talked to my grandfather that night, and
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he had about Roman Catholic pointed out that grandma had
been in the house. He talked to her all the time,
and even now she still forgets to close the cupboard doors.
That grandmother was a cook at a restaurant, and that
was the white uniform my friend saw her in. A
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few weeks later, my grandfather went out of town. At
a party at the house, I invited a few friends
and my cousin Michael. About two hours after the party started, Michael,
who now owns this house, ran down the stairs, out
the front door and got in his car and took off.
He didn't even put his shoes on, and it was
the middle of winter. He called me when he got
home and told me to go upstairs. I did. It
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was astonished to smell roses, but there were no flowers
in the house. At the funeral, incense all over the upstairs.
My guest also smelled it. It was unbelievably strong. As
soon as I cleared out the house, it went away.
She obviously did not approve of my party. Several years
went by. Then my mother passed away. Every time you
went in the attic her hope chest would be opened up.
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My grandfather remarried, but his second wife was very uncomfortable
in the house. In fact, I moved away to Houston,
and when I came back, the house had not been
changed at all since my grandma passed away. When I
commented to my grandfather nothing had changed, she said she
won't let it. In succession, his two other daughters passed,
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a son in law passed, and then he passed. All
in eight months time period. In fact, we had three
family funerals in six weeks. This was in two thousand
and three. The day we buried my grandpa's second wife
high tailedent out of the house and even left some
of her clothes there. She said she knew the house
didn't want her there. It was always my grandmother's house.
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My cousin Michael bought the house from the estate and
he currently lives there. He said all kinds of things
go on in there, and his dog is always spooked.
He'll never forget the day he ran out of the house.
I go there all the time and I can feel
everyone in there, and to this day, at least one
of the cupboards is always open in the morning. My
grandfather was the last to leave us and enter into
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spiritual residence there, and he passed after he buried all
of his daughters and his beloved first wife. The love
and bonds that held them altogether and life is still
holding them together now in that house that we celebrated
our family. I missed them all very much, but I
feel like they are all in the house, so I
shouldn't miss them that much. Next story. My husband and
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I had just gotten married in July of nineteen ninety five,
and we shared a similar background of believing in spirits.
My husband had been told years before that he had
a female spirit that was attached to him that followed
him around. I take it now that she did not
appreciate him getting married to me. She did not trust
me for some reason. I didn't know about Anne. That's
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what I felt that her name had been at the
time that we got married. Well, we did not have
an actual bed in the bedroom and slept on a
futon in the living room for three months. When we
finally got our bed delivered. Everything seemed to be okay
until we went to bed that first night. As we
lay down to go to sleep, I happened to look
at the foot of the bed and saw the outline
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of a woman standing there looking at me. My husband
was between me and the door, and I literally clawed
my way over him to get out of the room.
The figure was very clear to me, and I could
tell that she was wearing a very long, floor length
gown and the collar completely covered her throat. Strangely, though,
I couldn't see her face or make out a new
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facial feature whatsoever, but I knew that she was staring
at me. My husband asked me what the problem was,
and I told him he couldn't see her, but I
refused to sleep in the bedroom. I did not like
going in the bedroom alone, and I refused to sleep
in there. We have a friend who is a pagan,
and she told us what to do to be comfortable
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sharing our space with her. My husband was in the
kitchen one evening cooking dinner and I was folding clothes
in the bedroom when a cigarette lighter was thrown over
my shoulder from behind me. I asked my husband why.
He threw the lighter at me, and he came out
of the kitchen and told me that he hadn't a
few nights later, I was watching television and I turned
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to say something to my friend and I saw her
standing in the doorway to my bedroom. I was so
terrified that I stopped talking. My friend, Debby, asked me
what was wrong. I told about the things that had
been happening, and she said not to be afraid, just
to talk to her. So the next day I started
talking to her, but every time I went in the bedroom,
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I could tell that she would follow me around the
room and was constantly watching me. A few months later,
we found out that I was expecting a baby, and
I was really frightened for my unborn baby. As the
time grew closer for me to have my daughter, I
started having strange dreams and we had cleared out our
second bedroom in preparation. One night, I had a dream
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that Anne came and stood over me and was looking
at me, and I could finally see her face. She
was a very stern looking woman, but she also had
a tenderness about her. She walked around the bed, stopped
by my husband, and touched his head. All of a sudden,
it was like I was walking behind her and following
her for once. She walked out of our bedroom, and
then instead of turning and heading toward the front door,
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she turned and walked through the baby's room door. At
the time in my dream that she walked through the door,
there was a very loud bang that came from what
seemed to be the other side of the door. It
was so loud that my husband and I both woke up.
Annie grabbed a baseball bat and went into that room
and checked it out. I was still in bed and
looked at him and said, don't worry, honey, it was
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just Anne. He said, how do you know that she's
been in here with us? I told him about my
dream and that I truly felt that she was finally
okay with me. After that, we never knew she was
even there. We have since moved and have had no
further encounters with her. However, I do miss her. I
feel like for a brief time we knew about her,
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and then she just left us. I just hoped that
in some way I managed to help her with whatever
caused her to stay. Next story, there was one morning.
It was after my husband, Felix, had left for work,
and I went back to bed. I had gotten up
for some tea to help my throat and the stomach ache.
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I went back to bed and went to sleep. I
had a dream that I was at my grandmother's house
present time, and my grandfather came home from the hospital.
The thing is he died several years ago, but I
never actually saw his body anyway. He came home and
I was told he still had cancer and I've been
expected to die years ago, but he just went on living.
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My grandmother explained that they had only told us he
was dead because they didn't want his children to see
him suffering for so long. I was like eleven or
twelve when he died, and the oldest of my siblings,
so I wanted to find my grandfather to talk to him.
I asked where he was and was told that he
was outside working in the gardens. I was like, what
is he doing. He's ill, he shouldn't be doing that.
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So I went out to help him, and then I
talked to him. I asked him why he let me
believe it was dead for all these years and then
came back home. He said that he missed us or
something I can't remember exactly, but that he wanted to
be there for me. I said to him something like,
how can you expect everything to just go back to
the way things were when I barely remember you. I
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only remember little pieces of life when you were here before.
I don't know really exactly what we talked about, but
it was along those lines. Then he felt bad and
came over to me and put his hands on my face.
At that point I woke up. I was about to
start crying again, and I wasn't sure why, because I
really wasn't sad. So I woke up. I was still
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half asleep, just starting to wake up. My eyes were
still closed, and I felt a hand on the left
side of my face, stroking the side of my face
and head. I thought for a very, very brief moment
that Phoenix was home from work. At this point, I
was completely awakened. I could also feel a hand on
the other side of my face too. I opened my eyes.
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When I did, I saw, for the briefest moment, the
outliner's shadow, a person standing over me, the person's arm
reaching over so the hand could be on the left
side of my face. I only saw the person's form
for a short moment, but in that time I could
tell the person was tall. Both my husband and my
grandfather are very tall. I also knew it was a
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man because I could feel the hand. I felt the
hand on my left side most was a man's hand, larger,
the fingers not as thin as a woman's. Anyway, I
was so afraid. All of this happened in less than
a minute. For a moment I was unable to move. Then,
still terrified, I turned away to the left. I sleep
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on the right side of the bed and the person
was standing on the right side of the bed. As
I turned, I felt the man's hand moved down to
my neck. Had a sudden, faint, fluttering or spasm type
feeling where the hand had come to my neck. I'm
not sure if I imagined it or not, and I
felt like the man was trying to choke me. However,
I was sleeping with a scarf around my neck, so
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I think the pressure that felt like strangling was from
my scarf. But at that moment when it happened, I
hadn't realized I was wearing the scarf, and I just
thought the man was trying to choke me. As my
fear increased. Suddenly, the man vanished completely. He was gone,
but I was still so afraid. I wanted to get
up and call Phoenix, but I was too afraid to move.
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Then I started thinking about what happened, remembering the dream.
I thought, maybe it was my grandfather, or maybe it
was a totally different person, And rather than the dream
being related to what happened when I awoke, maybe my
dream was influenced by what began to happen just before
or as I woke, Because in the dream, when my
grandfather put his hand on my face, and when I
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awoke to feel man's hand stroking my face, these two
things happened simultaneously. The other possibility that I thought of
was that something bad had happened to Felix and it
was him in spirit. After some time, I fell back asleep. Later,
when I awoke, I called Felix. He was fine, so
it wasn't him. It was either my grandfather, most likely,
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or someone entirely different. When I called Felix, I told
him what happened. I've been thinking about it for some time,
and then when I told him, I got all emotional,
like speaking it out loud made it more real or
depressing or something. And after I finished telling him that,
I just started crying. And the thing is, I don't
even know why I was crying, And I asked myself,
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was it my grandfather or did I want it to
be him, or was it a complete stranger? And maybe
that supposed caress would have led to something far, far
worse if I hadn't woken up. Next story, I've done
in my apartment since about nineteen ninety four. My husband
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was disabled with a disease called my esthenia gravis, which
makes you severely weak. He went through a major depression
about five years before were no longer married. I remarried
in Sullivan, the same apartment. During his depression, he wouldn't
come out of our bedroom. He stayed in there in
the dark and just listened to music. I started waking
up and seeing a green, glowing face on the wall.
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At first I thought it was a dream. Then I
started seeing what appeared to be words always at night,
and I would waken suddenly. I never said anything to
my child, who was about seven at the time, but
one night he told me to please leave his night
light on because he was waking up by seeing a
green face that appeared on his wall. I started praying
and told my husband to pray also, although all he
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did was curse God for being so cruel to him
and disabling him at such a young age, which was
twenty two. We later divorced because of his negativity. When
he left, it left at least it seemed like it.
The atmosphere in the house seemed to be light and calm.
Even guests would comment. Then I got remarried about two
years later. My husband and I would fight about the
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silliest things. It felt like pure chaos in the apartment.
I soon started to be awoken again in the night,
but it took on a human form. One night I awoke
to see what appeared to be an old man with white,
stringy hair, bald on top, just staring right at me
while I slept. I still get chills thinking about that face.
Then I would have things moved, such as my baby's bottle.
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I would set it next to me on my nightstand
for when he awoke to find it gone, turned on
the light, but nothing, My hobby and I looked everywhere,
just to wait two hours later to have it sitting right
beside me in its original location. Now my hobby and
son would hear it. They couldn't help, but not hear
it severe banging in the walls. But for the first time,
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my hobby awoke to see the same thing I did.
I was awoken to see the old man hanging upside
down from my bedroom ceiling here dangling down as well.
He had an old prison outfit that was black and
white striped. My husband awoke and saw exactly what I saw.
It stayed for a few seconds, disappeared, and then my
bedroom door closed about the same time by itself. Lately,
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it's taken on a form of a bluish green light
that will eventually turn into a black figure, not the
form of the old man. I've felt to touch me.
It feels like electricity, as if you're being shot, sometimes
a bit painful. The other day, my sister was here
and we were talking about it and the banging started.
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It bothered her so badly she started to flee. I'm
getting used to it, though, I feel it has something
to do with me. If I get upset or angry,
I hear it the most, then so does everyone else.
I live in a town home apartment and the neighbor
to my right is also having problems. She hears it
call her name when she's alone, and every night at
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eleven pm her kitchen cabinets open by themselves. She mainly
hears it coming from upstairs as well. So is it
her or me that's haunted? Or was it something here
that haunts the land long before there is even a
building next story? I was about twelve years old at
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the time, my brother only eight, but the memories of
that night stayed with us, unbeknownst to each other until
ten years later. Here's our story. It was early August
nineteen ninety had been raining on and off for a
couple days, leaving everything swampy and muddy. We were living
in a two story triplex house on a tiny little
street called Bixby Road, nestled between Cutler Road and Woodburn
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Drive in Litchfield, New Hampshire. At the time, we were
occupying the unit on the left side, closest to the
dirt driveway that semi circled from Bixby Road to Woodburn Drive.
It should also be noted that we occupied the middle
unit too, prior to moving into the one on the left.
My mother had left that evening to play bingo, being
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made to babysit my brother until she got back. She
had left the sliding glass door facing the backyard where
she had parked the car to avoid walking through our
flooded front yard an extremely muddy driveway. At one point
during that evening, my brother and I were settled on
the couch watching that old Bill Murray movie stripes on
our VCR when our movie was interrupted by a series
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of power outages. Had gone out and come back three times,
with only about a second between each outage. This eventually
left us watching a blank, fuzzy screen and nagging at
each other to walk to the TV and start the
movie back up. There was no remote control. As we
were displaying our extreme laziness and nagging each other, our
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foul mouthed conversation was severely halted by a rattling sound.
Our eyes followed the sound, and it led them to
the doorknob on the front door. I remember curious feeling
building inside of me as my gaze focused on the
movement of the doorknob, something my mind wouldn't catch until
several minutes later. The doorknob shook back and forth violently
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for about thirty seconds as my brother and I watched
wide eyed, waiting for someone to open the door and
come in. When it stopped, I felt that a prank
was being played on us. So to ease my nerves
and those of my brother, I started and my usual
foul mouth mannered to invite the idiot on the other
side of the door to come in. Almost instantly, the
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door knob resumed shaking. It was about this time that
my mind started to comprehend the curious belief that had
built up inside of me. You can't reach the door
knob on the front door when the screen door is closed.
From my viewpoint on the couch, I had an excellent
view of our front stoop through the huge picture window
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on the front of the house. Not only did I
not see anybody on the other side of the door,
but I could also confirm that the screen door was
firmly shut. Our ill fitted aluminum screen door was not
a door easily cracked or opened without a ruckus of
noise either. Trying to hide my intense fear, I continued
to barrage our visitor with insults. My brother followed my example.
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The door knob stopped shaking. Actually paused would be a
better word, because what seemed to be at least ten minutes.
The doorknob would shake and then stop, shake and then stop.
Sometimes it would shake for fifteen seconds, sometimes forty five seconds.
Sometimes it would shake lightly but visibly turning. Sometimes it
would shake violently. As my heart was raising, my mouth
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never ceased, and my eyes played back and forth between
the doorknob and outside With the help of our outside light,
I remember searching for any sign of movement, somebody above,
somebody below anything. My brother and I taunted each other
to get up and open the door, but none of
us took one step near it. What about ten minutes
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of this ridiculous behavior passed by? My fear began subsiding
with my courage rising, I declared to my brother and
our visitor that was going to open the door. As
I began to stand up, my eyes never string from
my outside view, a sight stopped me in my tracks.
Out upon our stoop, a lantern suddenly lit up the
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night and swung to and fro in the air. My
brother and I jumped to our feet, yelling to each other,
do you see that? Do you see that? It extended
our field of night vision by adding to the light
pouring out from our window and from our outside light
above the stoop. The light never exposed an arm holding
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the lantern, or a body for that matter, nor a
rope or string to suspend it. And trust me, it
stayed there long enough for such an examination. It did
not shine an incandescent light like a light bulb wood,
but a fiery one. It blazed and swung as we
beheld the sight. Eventually, as fast as it came, light extinguished,
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and the lantern disappeared. A minute later, I ran to
the door and finally opened it. The screen door was
still tightly shut. I went outside and examined the front yard.
No footprints in the yard, on the stroop, or anywhere
around the front door. In fact, the only footprints that
remained on the stairs and stoop, and my mother returned
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were mine from re entering the house, a horrifying revelation, indeed,
when I found how easily I could make them. I
don't think our mother believed us when she came home,
but she was concerned. Inquiries were maid around the neighborhood
about visiting the house after the power outage. No one
on our block admitted to the visit, and most importantly,
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no one had a lantern that wasn't electric. We moved
about a year later. As dramatic as it was for
my brother and I, no one seemed interested in the events.
After a day had passed, none of us would speak
of it until about ten years later, on a visit
to my mother's new house up north, I approached my
brother with a subject. I was curious as to whether
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or not my imagination I exaggerated the incident over the years,
but without prodding, his story was remarkably similar to mine.
Interestingly enough, my mother, overhearing the conversation, chimed in with
a few of her own experiences at that house. My
mother is one of those late night readers, as she
claims that on several of those nights, while we were
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living in the middle unit, our neighbor's dog was in
the windowless basement would start yelping in fear at a
certain time in the night. She never thought much of
it until after our neighbors had moved, after the apartment
had been emptied and vacant for a while, my mother
would hear a baby crying at the same time of
the night on which she had once heard a dog.
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She would investigate the crying sound and track it to
the basement, only to have the crying stop by the
time she reached the adjoining basement door. I live on
the opposite side of the country now, but someday I
hope to return and ask the recent tenants if Dave
had such experiences. Next story. This was a summer a
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few years back that I was house sitting for a
friend out in Banks, Oregon. Her house was five hard
miles off the main road and had a cemetery on
one side and farmland on the other three There was
also born in the back with pastures. I brought my
Mustang or I lived outside most of her life, and
I thought was scared of nothing. This house was the
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first house in Banks and was first a post office,
then a school, and finally a house. Each aspect of
it history is very apparent, as well as which parts
were added on as its uses changed. The first night
I stayed, I started feeling uneasy as soon as it
started getting dark. I decided to go to bed early,
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figuring if I was asleep, I couldn't well be nervous.
I went up to the bedroom, crawled in bed, and
tried to fall asleep. I immediately started hearing footsteps up
and down the wooden stairs, and I could hear the
furniture in the kitchen move. I couldn't fall asleep, so
I yelled, knock it off, I'm tired. I heard a
huge bag, and then it was quiet for the rest
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of the night. I decided for the rest of the
week I would have friends stayed with me. My boyfriend
stayed with me. First. He didn't believe in go so
every time we heard something, he would say, it's the cat.
When I showed him that the cat was sleeping on
the bed with us and was too small to make
all that noise anyway, he just told me to go
to sleep. I also had a friend who said he
could talk to ghosts. He wanted to see the cemetery,
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but halfway there we started hearing the trees moving, and
he swore he saw someone in the trees, and we
had to go back. He then attempted to sleep in
The old teacher's room was connected to the old post
office and had its own bathroom. He went and closed
and locked the door to the post office, and then
went into the bathroom to get ready to go to bed.
When he came back out, the door of the post
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office was open and had a book sitting on the
floor acting as a door stop. He grabbed the sheets
and ended up sleeping on the floor of my room.
Another weird thing happened while I was there. My horse
would start screaming during the night, and when I would
go out to check on her, she would be frantic
and refuse to walk. To the side of the pasture
closest to the cemetery. There was a cement's lab in
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the one pasture that was very odd. The owner of
the house told me that she was told there was
a building there, but had seen tons of pictures of
this house throughout the years and there had never been
a building shown. This was just extra creepy because I
was staying there when the bodies of Ashley Pond and
Miranda Goddess were found. Also had a friend that house
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sat for her, and the ended up leaving with her
boyfriend and his best friend when they couldn't get the
light in the closet to stay off
Do you know what time it is? It's supernatural story time.
And if you're easily scared, and even if you're not,
there's only one thing left to do.
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Just turn off the lights, because these are stories that
you listen to only in the dark. It waits volume seven,
story number one. As a touring bar musician in the
eighties and nineties, I had many an occasion to stay
in different hotel rooms. Thankfully, strange events were extremely rare,
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but the only one I ever had guaranteed I would
never forget it. On a Sunday afternoon, our band's school
bus pulled into Melville, a small town of Saskatowan. I
believe it was the Melville Hotel, and proceeded to load
in our equipment. After we had set everything up, I
located my room on the third floor at the end
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of the long hallway and found it odd that it
had two entrances into the bedroom, which was located at
the end of a small hallway, and the other located
at the main hallway, which opened into a small sitting
room which then led to the bathroom and then the bedroom.
While washing up, I heard some strange noises emanating from
the bedroom, but I attributed them to the old steam heater.
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I locked up both doors and went for dinner with
the rest of the band at a local restaurant. During dinner,
I tried unsuccessfully to convince the other band members to
come to the movie theater down the street. Most towns
we played were too small for a theater and it
was a tree to see a movie. In this case,
Saint Elmod's Fire was playing, and while definitely not my
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first choice, it was better than watching the c BC
in black and white on the TV in my room.
Returning to the hotel, I walked up the three flights
and turned the corner toward the long hallway where my
room was located, which was at the end. As the
hotel was quite old, the hallways were extremely wide, not
like hotels nowadays. I distinctly saw a woman, most likely
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a housekeeper, walk into the hallway toward the entrance to
my bedroom. When I turned down that hallway, I noticed
my bedroom door was open, although I had locked it
before I left, so she must have gone into my room.
There was no one in my bedroom, but there was
also another room located just before mine down that same
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hallway to the bedroom entrance, so I assumed she was
in there, as that door was ajar too. I knocked
down there, and hearing no one, I peered inside to
look for her as I needed more towels. The room
was very small and no one was in there. There
was no bathroom in this particular room. Thinking the woman
must be in my sitting room, I unlocked the door
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to discover she wasn't there either. As mentioned, this was
an old hotel, and when some one walked along the
floor near you, you could hear it. Still, thinking I
had somehow missed her, I washed my hands and prepared
to go to the movie. Then I heard a strange
noise again coming from the bedroom. I walked into the bedroom,
and as I listened to the steam heaters, the noises,
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which were a low mumbling sound, changed direction emanated from
the sitting room. That's when it hit me that it
was really strange that I didn't see the woman anywhere. So,
being a natural hero, I got the hell out of
there as fast as I could and went to the movie,
which bore the crap out of me. When I returned,
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the band was also returning from a long night of sitting.
At dinner, my brother complained that his door was left
open even though he had locked it before, and sure enough,
my bedroom was unlocked even though I had locked it
when I left to go to the movie, albeit in
a big hurry. We were going to rehearse a little
bit in my sitting room, and so I began setting
up some of our equipment for barebones practice session. As
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I prepared equipment, the lead singer and his wife came
to the room to help me. After a couple of
minutes lost in a preparation, I realized that they were
no longer in the room, but standing outside in the hallway.
I asked them what they were doing. The lead singer,
who was six feet four inches tall and two hundred
and twenty pounds, answered, I can't stay in your room.
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It's got a bad vibe in there. I don't like it.
There's something really wrong in your room. Both he and
his wife absolutely refused to come back into my room.
Practice was canceled as I had the only extra little room,
and everyone decided to go to bed except me. Of course,
I was entirely too freaked out. The next day, when
I returned to my room after lunch, my bed was
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made and towels were left on my bed. I didn't
think anything of that, although usually the maids didn't touch
the band's rooms until the end of the week because
we're notorious slobs. I thanked the lady at the front desk,
the co owner of the hotel, for sending someone to
clean my room, but mentioned that it wasn't necessary. She
just looked at me and asked me what I was
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talking about. She literally had no idea. I told her
about my clean room and the towels, although I had
asked no one for them. She said that her daughter
cleans the rooms on Sunday mornings and doesn't return until
the following Sunday. I told her about seeing the woman
go into my hallway, and she had no explanation for
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that or my clean room. She laughed and said the
guys in the band were playing a trick on me.
I tried to explain that, first off, the guys in
the band knew I was terrified to be in the
room in the first place, and the last prank they
posed cleaning my room and bringing towels to me to
scare me. They would have been much more cruel than
that to my delicate psyche. And secondly, they wouldn't be
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awake for another few hours. She just shrugged and didn't
offer anything else. My room was made three times that week,
not every day, and no one else's was. After I
realized that whatever it was wasn't out to harm me,
but rather make me pretty darn comfortable. I had some
of the best rest ever in that place, and yes,
the lead singer and his wife never did come to
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my room again. Next story. My family has endured a
lot of tragedy and death, but our strong bonds have
kept those departed from our family very, very close. My
grandfather's house is a depository of every family member that
has passed, with a dominant entity being my grandmother. It
started when my aunt Gloria passed away when she was
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fifteen years old. I was six years old at the time,
and after the funeral they turned a small wall in
the house into a type of shrine. I remember my
grandparents looking at the picture every night and going through
her items, including the locks of her hair. As young
as I was, I remember smelling her in the house.
After a while, it got to words everyone would just
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say hello to the picture when they came. My grandmother
passed away next, and that is when things started to
kick in. I was eighteen at the time, and I
was living with my grandparents to help my grandpa take
care of Grandma. She was very ill, and the last
time she left the house to go to the hospital,
she told me she wouldn't be back and to take
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care of things. She was right. A few months after
she passed, I had let a friend from work spend
the night. She slept on the couch downstairs. I came
down the next morning and she was drinking a cup
of coffee. She said that she found it perked already
and asked who the lady was with the red hair.
I didn't put two and two together until much later.
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My friend said she was wearing a white uniform and
she was in the kitchen when she woke up. Well.
I thought maybe one of the old nurses had come by,
perhaps to pick up some equipment. I went into the
kitchen and all the cupboards were open. I didn't think
anything about it. I just closed them. I took my
friend down into the cellar and she pointed out a
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picture of a woman and said, that's the lady right there.
She pointed out a picture of my grandmother on her
wedding day. I kind of flipped out a bit and
told her that that picture was almost forty years old
and she had passed on. I could see by the
look on her face she was sure that this was
the woman. I talked to my grandfather that night, and
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he had about Roman Catholic pointed out that grandma had
been in the house. He talked to her all the time,
and even now she still forgets to close the cupboard doors.
That grandmother was a cook at a restaurant, and that
was the white uniform my friend saw her in. A
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few weeks later, my grandfather went out of town. At
a party at the house, I invited a few friends
and my cousin Michael. About two hours after the party started, Michael,
who now owns this house, ran down the stairs, out
the front door and got in his car and took off.
He didn't even put his shoes on, and it was
the middle of winter. He called me when he got
home and told me to go upstairs. I did. It
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was astonished to smell roses, but there were no flowers
in the house. At the funeral, incense all over the upstairs.
My guest also smelled it. It was unbelievably strong. As
soon as I cleared out the house, it went away.
She obviously did not approve of my party. Several years
went by. Then my mother passed away. Every time you
went in the attic her hope chest would be opened up.
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My grandfather remarried, but his second wife was very uncomfortable
in the house. In fact, I moved away to Houston,
and when I came back, the house had not been
changed at all since my grandma passed away. When I
commented to my grandfather nothing had changed, she said she
won't let it. In succession, his two other daughters passed,
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a son in law passed, and then he passed. All
in eight months time period. In fact, we had three
family funerals in six weeks. This was in two thousand
and three. The day we buried my grandpa's second wife
high tailedent out of the house and even left some
of her clothes there. She said she knew the house
didn't want her there. It was always my grandmother's house.
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My cousin Michael bought the house from the estate and
he currently lives there. He said all kinds of things
go on in there, and his dog is always spooked.
He'll never forget the day he ran out of the house.
I go there all the time and I can feel
everyone in there, and to this day, at least one
of the cupboards is always open in the morning. My
grandfather was the last to leave us and enter into
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spiritual residence there, and he passed after he buried all
of his daughters and his beloved first wife. The love
and bonds that held them altogether and life is still
holding them together now in that house that we celebrated
our family. I missed them all very much, but I
feel like they are all in the house, so I
shouldn't miss them that much. Next story. My husband and
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I had just gotten married in July of nineteen ninety five,
and we shared a similar background of believing in spirits.
My husband had been told years before that he had
a female spirit that was attached to him that followed
him around. I take it now that she did not
appreciate him getting married to me. She did not trust
me for some reason. I didn't know about Anne. That's
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what I felt that her name had been at the
time that we got married. Well, we did not have
an actual bed in the bedroom and slept on a
futon in the living room for three months. When we
finally got our bed delivered. Everything seemed to be okay
until we went to bed that first night. As we
lay down to go to sleep, I happened to look
at the foot of the bed and saw the outline
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of a woman standing there looking at me. My husband
was between me and the door, and I literally clawed
my way over him to get out of the room.
The figure was very clear to me, and I could
tell that she was wearing a very long, floor length
gown and the collar completely covered her throat. Strangely, though,
I couldn't see her face or make out a new
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facial feature whatsoever, but I knew that she was staring
at me. My husband asked me what the problem was,
and I told him he couldn't see her, but I
refused to sleep in the bedroom. I did not like
going in the bedroom alone, and I refused to sleep
in there. We have a friend who is a pagan,
and she told us what to do to be comfortable
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sharing our space with her. My husband was in the
kitchen one evening cooking dinner and I was folding clothes
in the bedroom when a cigarette lighter was thrown over
my shoulder from behind me. I asked my husband why.
He threw the lighter at me, and he came out
of the kitchen and told me that he hadn't a
few nights later, I was watching television and I turned
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to say something to my friend and I saw her
standing in the doorway to my bedroom. I was so
terrified that I stopped talking. My friend, Debby, asked me
what was wrong. I told about the things that had
been happening, and she said not to be afraid, just
to talk to her. So the next day I started
talking to her, but every time I went in the bedroom,
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I could tell that she would follow me around the
room and was constantly watching me. A few months later,
we found out that I was expecting a baby, and
I was really frightened for my unborn baby. As the
time grew closer for me to have my daughter, I
started having strange dreams and we had cleared out our
second bedroom in preparation. One night, I had a dream
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that Anne came and stood over me and was looking
at me, and I could finally see her face. She
was a very stern looking woman, but she also had
a tenderness about her. She walked around the bed, stopped
by my husband, and touched his head. All of a sudden,
it was like I was walking behind her and following
her for once. She walked out of our bedroom, and
then instead of turning and heading toward the front door,
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she turned and walked through the baby's room door. At
the time in my dream that she walked through the door,
there was a very loud bang that came from what
seemed to be the other side of the door. It
was so loud that my husband and I both woke up.
Annie grabbed a baseball bat and went into that room
and checked it out. I was still in bed and
looked at him and said, don't worry, honey, it was
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just Anne. He said, how do you know that she's
been in here with us? I told him about my
dream and that I truly felt that she was finally
okay with me. After that, we never knew she was
even there. We have since moved and have had no
further encounters with her. However, I do miss her. I
feel like for a brief time we knew about her,
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and then she just left us. I just hoped that
in some way I managed to help her with whatever
caused her to stay. Next story, there was one morning.
It was after my husband, Felix, had left for work,
and I went back to bed. I had gotten up
for some tea to help my throat and the stomach ache.
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I went back to bed and went to sleep. I
had a dream that I was at my grandmother's house
present time, and my grandfather came home from the hospital.
The thing is he died several years ago, but I
never actually saw his body anyway. He came home and
I was told he still had cancer and I've been
expected to die years ago, but he just went on living.
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My grandmother explained that they had only told us he
was dead because they didn't want his children to see
him suffering for so long. I was like eleven or
twelve when he died, and the oldest of my siblings,
so I wanted to find my grandfather to talk to him.
I asked where he was and was told that he
was outside working in the gardens. I was like, what
is he doing. He's ill, he shouldn't be doing that.
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So I went out to help him, and then I
talked to him. I asked him why he let me
believe it was dead for all these years and then
came back home. He said that he missed us or
something I can't remember exactly, but that he wanted to
be there for me. I said to him something like,
how can you expect everything to just go back to
the way things were when I barely remember you. I
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only remember little pieces of life when you were here before.
I don't know really exactly what we talked about, but
it was along those lines. Then he felt bad and
came over to me and put his hands on my face.
At that point I woke up. I was about to
start crying again, and I wasn't sure why, because I
really wasn't sad. So I woke up. I was still
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half asleep, just starting to wake up. My eyes were
still closed, and I felt a hand on the left
side of my face, stroking the side of my face
and head. I thought for a very, very brief moment
that Phoenix was home from work. At this point, I
was completely awakened. I could also feel a hand on
the other side of my face too. I opened my eyes.
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When I did, I saw, for the briefest moment, the
outliner's shadow, a person standing over me, the person's arm
reaching over so the hand could be on the left
side of my face. I only saw the person's form
for a short moment, but in that time I could
tell the person was tall. Both my husband and my
grandfather are very tall. I also knew it was a
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man because I could feel the hand. I felt the
hand on my left side most was a man's hand, larger,
the fingers not as thin as a woman's. Anyway, I
was so afraid. All of this happened in less than
a minute. For a moment I was unable to move. Then,
still terrified, I turned away to the left. I sleep
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on the right side of the bed and the person
was standing on the right side of the bed. As
I turned, I felt the man's hand moved down to
my neck. Had a sudden, faint, fluttering or spasm type
feeling where the hand had come to my neck. I'm
not sure if I imagined it or not, and I
felt like the man was trying to choke me. However,
I was sleeping with a scarf around my neck, so
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I think the pressure that felt like strangling was from
my scarf. But at that moment when it happened, I
hadn't realized I was wearing the scarf, and I just
thought the man was trying to choke me. As my
fear increased. Suddenly, the man vanished completely. He was gone,
but I was still so afraid. I wanted to get
up and call Phoenix, but I was too afraid to move.
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Then I started thinking about what happened, remembering the dream.
I thought, maybe it was my grandfather, or maybe it
was a totally different person, And rather than the dream
being related to what happened when I awoke, maybe my
dream was influenced by what began to happen just before
or as I woke, Because in the dream, when my
grandfather put his hand on my face, and when I
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awoke to feel man's hand stroking my face, these two
things happened simultaneously. The other possibility that I thought of
was that something bad had happened to Felix and it
was him in spirit. After some time, I fell back asleep. Later,
when I awoke, I called Felix. He was fine, so
it wasn't him. It was either my grandfather, most likely,
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or someone entirely different. When I called Felix, I told
him what happened. I've been thinking about it for some time,
and then when I told him, I got all emotional,
like speaking it out loud made it more real or
depressing or something. And after I finished telling him that,
I just started crying. And the thing is, I don't
even know why I was crying, And I asked myself,
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was it my grandfather or did I want it to
be him, or was it a complete stranger? And maybe
that supposed caress would have led to something far, far
worse if I hadn't woken up. Next story, I've done
in my apartment since about nineteen ninety four. My husband
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was disabled with a disease called my esthenia gravis, which
makes you severely weak. He went through a major depression
about five years before were no longer married. I remarried
in Sullivan, the same apartment. During his depression, he wouldn't
come out of our bedroom. He stayed in there in
the dark and just listened to music. I started waking
up and seeing a green, glowing face on the wall.
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At first I thought it was a dream. Then I
started seeing what appeared to be words always at night,
and I would waken suddenly. I never said anything to
my child, who was about seven at the time, but
one night he told me to please leave his night
light on because he was waking up by seeing a
green face that appeared on his wall. I started praying
and told my husband to pray also, although all he
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did was curse God for being so cruel to him
and disabling him at such a young age, which was
twenty two. We later divorced because of his negativity. When
he left, it left at least it seemed like it.
The atmosphere in the house seemed to be light and calm.
Even guests would comment. Then I got remarried about two
years later. My husband and I would fight about the
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silliest things. It felt like pure chaos in the apartment.
I soon started to be awoken again in the night,
but it took on a human form. One night I awoke
to see what appeared to be an old man with white,
stringy hair, bald on top, just staring right at me
while I slept. I still get chills thinking about that face.
Then I would have things moved, such as my baby's bottle.
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I would set it next to me on my nightstand
for when he awoke to find it gone, turned on
the light, but nothing, My hobby and I looked everywhere,
just to wait two hours later to have it sitting right
beside me in its original location. Now my hobby and
son would hear it. They couldn't help, but not hear
it severe banging in the walls. But for the first time,
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my hobby awoke to see the same thing I did.
I was awoken to see the old man hanging upside
down from my bedroom ceiling here dangling down as well.
He had an old prison outfit that was black and
white striped. My husband awoke and saw exactly what I saw.
It stayed for a few seconds, disappeared, and then my
bedroom door closed about the same time by itself. Lately,
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it's taken on a form of a bluish green light
that will eventually turn into a black figure, not the
form of the old man. I've felt to touch me.
It feels like electricity, as if you're being shot, sometimes
a bit painful. The other day, my sister was here
and we were talking about it and the banging started.
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It bothered her so badly she started to flee. I'm
getting used to it, though, I feel it has something
to do with me. If I get upset or angry,
I hear it the most, then so does everyone else.
I live in a town home apartment and the neighbor
to my right is also having problems. She hears it
call her name when she's alone, and every night at
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eleven pm her kitchen cabinets open by themselves. She mainly
hears it coming from upstairs as well. So is it
her or me that's haunted? Or was it something here
that haunts the land long before there is even a
building next story? I was about twelve years old at
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the time, my brother only eight, but the memories of
that night stayed with us, unbeknownst to each other until
ten years later. Here's our story. It was early August
nineteen ninety had been raining on and off for a
couple days, leaving everything swampy and muddy. We were living
in a two story triplex house on a tiny little
street called Bixby Road, nestled between Cutler Road and Woodburn
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Drive in Litchfield, New Hampshire. At the time, we were
occupying the unit on the left side, closest to the
dirt driveway that semi circled from Bixby Road to Woodburn Drive.
It should also be noted that we occupied the middle
unit too, prior to moving into the one on the left.
My mother had left that evening to play bingo, being
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made to babysit my brother until she got back. She
had left the sliding glass door facing the backyard where
she had parked the car to avoid walking through our
flooded front yard an extremely muddy driveway. At one point
during that evening, my brother and I were settled on
the couch watching that old Bill Murray movie stripes on
our VCR when our movie was interrupted by a series
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of power outages. Had gone out and come back three times,
with only about a second between each outage. This eventually
left us watching a blank, fuzzy screen and nagging at
each other to walk to the TV and start the
movie back up. There was no remote control. As we
were displaying our extreme laziness and nagging each other, our
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foul mouthed conversation was severely halted by a rattling sound.
Our eyes followed the sound, and it led them to
the doorknob on the front door. I remember curious feeling
building inside of me as my gaze focused on the
movement of the doorknob, something my mind wouldn't catch until
several minutes later. The doorknob shook back and forth violently
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for about thirty seconds as my brother and I watched
wide eyed, waiting for someone to open the door and
come in. When it stopped, I felt that a prank
was being played on us. So to ease my nerves
and those of my brother, I started and my usual
foul mouth mannered to invite the idiot on the other
side of the door to come in. Almost instantly, the
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door knob resumed shaking. It was about this time that
my mind started to comprehend the curious belief that had
built up inside of me. You can't reach the door
knob on the front door when the screen door is closed.
From my viewpoint on the couch, I had an excellent
view of our front stoop through the huge picture window
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on the front of the house. Not only did I
not see anybody on the other side of the door,
but I could also confirm that the screen door was
firmly shut. Our ill fitted aluminum screen door was not
a door easily cracked or opened without a ruckus of
noise either. Trying to hide my intense fear, I continued
to barrage our visitor with insults. My brother followed my example.
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The door knob stopped shaking. Actually paused would be a
better word, because what seemed to be at least ten minutes.
The doorknob would shake and then stop, shake and then stop.
Sometimes it would shake for fifteen seconds, sometimes forty five seconds.
Sometimes it would shake lightly but visibly turning. Sometimes it
would shake violently. As my heart was raising, my mouth
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never ceased, and my eyes played back and forth between
the doorknob and outside With the help of our outside light,
I remember searching for any sign of movement, somebody above,
somebody below anything. My brother and I taunted each other
to get up and open the door, but none of
us took one step near it. What about ten minutes
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of this ridiculous behavior passed by? My fear began subsiding
with my courage rising, I declared to my brother and
our visitor that was going to open the door. As
I began to stand up, my eyes never string from
my outside view, a sight stopped me in my tracks.
Out upon our stoop, a lantern suddenly lit up the
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night and swung to and fro in the air. My
brother and I jumped to our feet, yelling to each other,
do you see that? Do you see that? It extended
our field of night vision by adding to the light
pouring out from our window and from our outside light
above the stoop. The light never exposed an arm holding
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the lantern, or a body for that matter, nor a
rope or string to suspend it. And trust me, it
stayed there long enough for such an examination. It did
not shine an incandescent light like a light bulb wood,
but a fiery one. It blazed and swung as we
beheld the sight. Eventually, as fast as it came, light extinguished,
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and the lantern disappeared. A minute later, I ran to
the door and finally opened it. The screen door was
still tightly shut. I went outside and examined the front yard.
No footprints in the yard, on the stroop, or anywhere
around the front door. In fact, the only footprints that
remained on the stairs and stoop, and my mother returned
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were mine from re entering the house, a horrifying revelation, indeed,
when I found how easily I could make them. I
don't think our mother believed us when she came home,
but she was concerned. Inquiries were maid around the neighborhood
about visiting the house after the power outage. No one
on our block admitted to the visit, and most importantly,
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no one had a lantern that wasn't electric. We moved
about a year later. As dramatic as it was for
my brother and I, no one seemed interested in the events.
After a day had passed, none of us would speak
of it until about ten years later, on a visit
to my mother's new house up north, I approached my
brother with a subject. I was curious as to whether
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or not my imagination I exaggerated the incident over the years,
but without prodding, his story was remarkably similar to mine.
Interestingly enough, my mother, overhearing the conversation, chimed in with
a few of her own experiences at that house. My
mother is one of those late night readers, as she
claims that on several of those nights, while we were
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living in the middle unit, our neighbor's dog was in
the windowless basement would start yelping in fear at a
certain time in the night. She never thought much of
it until after our neighbors had moved, after the apartment
had been emptied and vacant for a while, my mother
would hear a baby crying at the same time of
the night on which she had once heard a dog.
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She would investigate the crying sound and track it to
the basement, only to have the crying stop by the
time she reached the adjoining basement door. I live on
the opposite side of the country now, but someday I
hope to return and ask the recent tenants if Dave
had such experiences. Next story. This was a summer a
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few years back that I was house sitting for a
friend out in Banks, Oregon. Her house was five hard
miles off the main road and had a cemetery on
one side and farmland on the other three There was
also born in the back with pastures. I brought my
Mustang or I lived outside most of her life, and
I thought was scared of nothing. This house was the
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first house in Banks and was first a post office,
then a school, and finally a house. Each aspect of
it history is very apparent, as well as which parts
were added on as its uses changed. The first night
I stayed, I started feeling uneasy as soon as it
started getting dark. I decided to go to bed early,
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figuring if I was asleep, I couldn't well be nervous.
I went up to the bedroom, crawled in bed, and
tried to fall asleep. I immediately started hearing footsteps up
and down the wooden stairs, and I could hear the
furniture in the kitchen move. I couldn't fall asleep, so
I yelled, knock it off, I'm tired. I heard a
huge bag, and then it was quiet for the rest
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of the night. I decided for the rest of the
week I would have friends stayed with me. My boyfriend
stayed with me. First. He didn't believe in go so
every time we heard something, he would say, it's the cat.
When I showed him that the cat was sleeping on
the bed with us and was too small to make
all that noise anyway, he just told me to go
to sleep. I also had a friend who said he
could talk to ghosts. He wanted to see the cemetery,
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but halfway there we started hearing the trees moving, and
he swore he saw someone in the trees, and we
had to go back. He then attempted to sleep in
The old teacher's room was connected to the old post
office and had its own bathroom. He went and closed
and locked the door to the post office, and then
went into the bathroom to get ready to go to bed.
When he came back out, the door of the post
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office was open and had a book sitting on the
floor acting as a door stop. He grabbed the sheets
and ended up sleeping on the floor of my room.
Another weird thing happened while I was there. My horse
would start screaming during the night, and when I would
go out to check on her, she would be frantic
and refuse to walk. To the side of the pasture
closest to the cemetery. There was a cement's lab in
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the one pasture that was very odd. The owner of
the house told me that she was told there was
a building there, but had seen tons of pictures of
this house throughout the years and there had never been
a building shown. This was just extra creepy because I
was staying there when the bodies of Ashley Pond and
Miranda Goddess were found. Also had a friend that house
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sat for her, and the ended up leaving with her
boyfriend and his best friend when they couldn't get the
light in the closet to stay off
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