Haunted Missouri Paranormal Studies

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THE GLOWING GRAVESTONE

from “An Exorcists Chronicles”; a book in preparation.

By Mr. T. Stokes

The date would have been about 1960, in St. Patrick’s Roman Catholic cemetery in Leytonstone, London. A friend had told me that come darkness each night from the depths of the cemetery would glow a large cross, so for me as a curious schoolboy, this just had to be seen. When we arrived up on the brow of the hill, there were already a dozen watchers and talking to them we discovered that on some nights fifty or sixty people would gather. Some would sing hymns, and marvel, while others would gather a little down the road and catcall and verbally abuse them. As the fame spread in local newspapers and radio and it was even the subject of a news flash and mocking remarks by a local T V news station, it became the local sport on pub closing time to go and torment the nightly gatherers. The local police had seen it their duty to clear everyone away each night, especially as the numbers of tourists at weekends could reach over one hundred.

These events always attract colourful characters, and a retired vicar would read the bible out loud for hours on end to a blank wall, oblivious to any abuse; while one grey haired silly-arse catholic priest would come over and shout that “there was no such thing as the paranormal”. The council who tended the graveyard-- under pressure from the police, who were sick of complaints from people living nearby-- began to take action, among the preventative things done was painting a section of the nearby street lamps to stop any reflection. They examined some graves for signs of luminous paint,  even examining the stone itself for any phosphorous or mineral content that might shine in the dark. Then they began to put up large wooden barriers, but no matter what they did the glowing cross continued, and they wanted it stopped, down to the re-routing of through traffic to discourage onlookers. It was said that the church authorities were at their wits end, with all the people tramping over church property demanding answers, often at dead of night.

It was said that buried in this churchyard were several famous people, including a couple of Jack the Rippers victims and that it was their souls crying out for vengeance, that was making the cross shine at night. Incidentally, a group of teachers put an Ouija board out on a flat gravestone in the graveyards Victorian section and claimed they had been contacted by one of the rippers victims, who said it should have been Jacob the ripper, who was a Rabbi trying to clean up the area. (It is on record that the spot where ripper victim Catherine Eddowes was found still faintly glows in the dark.) The police black museum and modern criminal profilers claim that among the huge influx of polish Jews into the area (at that time) the most suspect is of Aaron Kosminsky.

One evening after listening to the stories of healings and other miraculous things that were rumoured to be happening there, and the opposing views that it could only be something evil, I spoke to a little crowd of Jamaicans who were convinced it was an undead spirit, and voodoo was involved. So direct action was called for, and I scrambled over the vicious pointed railings jumping down on the other side, and allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness as I picked my way toward the glowing cross that was causing all the attention. As I trod my way towards the glow I became aware that it was the most incredibly powerful pale green light, and quite unnatural. When suddenly approaching the grave I actually read the wording on it, my eyes adjusted to the fact that it appeared bound round with lots of sacking (cloth) and yet was still shining right through. This unnerved me, and with my heart beating very fast I quickly made my retreat, back to the railings, and the safety of the road.

Over the next week or so, the gravestone was taken down for “tests”. The knock on effect was quite surprising, it had become a gathering place for people to come and meet to talk about the “gravestone”. Couples had met and started relationships there, a local businessman could no longer bring his hotdog van there, the juggler who would put down his hat and juggle for pennies would have to find another site, the retired vicar with his bible went God knows where,  and the religious pamphleteers would no longer be able to tout for their own church and most vocal of all, the bewiskered old lady in the sweet shop saw her takings on tobacco and sweets drop by half. Amusingly the local publican considered changing the pub name to the“Shining Cross”, until the brewery told him where to get off.

Apparently the locals still argue over the cause of the phenomena, which was never solved satisfactorily, the Jamaican couple I met there fascinated me with their tales of Caribbean sorcery and voodoo, I still get Christmas cards from them each year, and their son who was conceived in their car within sight of the stone, intuitively perhaps, they called him “Crossley” and he now has his own family.

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THE GRAVESTONE PATH

 from “An Exorcists Chronicles”; a book in preparation

By Mr. T. Stokes

The winter was a long and hard one in the Britain of 1970, before the days of global warming, January would signify cold weather right across the country. Early one morning I had cleared a patch of snow in my tiny garden to put down food for the wildlife, an urgent knocking on my door showed and anxious looking old lady with a tiny Yorkshire terrier held tightly within her coat, and demanding to see the Exorcist.

Inviting her into the warm, and asking her over a welcome hot cup of tea for her story, she began to pour out  a most curious tale… Her son was a parish gravedigger, these are a special breed of men who are often shunned for the work they do, yet their knowledge of the outdoors the changing seasons and who lives below ground in their graveyards, can be priceless to ghost hunters. The old lady told me that the little churchyard, where her son worked had sold off a part of the large old graveyard for a road widening scheme and for a small housing development.

As the old defunct gravestones were cleared away, he had brought a load home and laid them down as her garden path, and on a visit there sure enough, you could read all the names of the long deceased all down the garden path to her washing line. The trouble was when you move these things about, you can disturb the dead, and they were expressing their anger in very strange ways. Since the laying of the pathway with the now obsolete gravestones, she would hear strange noises, things would get moved and Trixie; the Yorkshire terrier, would just sit barking in the garden at nothing, and be very unsettled at night.

Electrical problems have been documented in psychic movement right back to the complete system failures in Cairo at the death of Lord Caernarvon, but here were some baffling phenomena such as lights coming on and off all through the night Music coming from the player, the heating packing up, the doorbell ringing when no one was there, odd noises downstairs at night and her reading glasses going missing and being found all over the house, when she sat alone Trixie would be right at her feet in “protective mode”. She said this was all driving her potty.

The next door neighbour’s said she was batty anyway, so it was difficult to assess how much was genuine, but I believe the general thrust of what she said, and asked if I could bring in a few spiritual colleagues in what is called a “rescue circle” and round up these lost souls and help them to their proper place, this is expert work and must not be attempted without expert training.

Now old people who live alone can report all these things, and they are actually more normal than paranormal, but in this instance I felt some examination was necessary, and was glad I did, because there were indeed memory traces and psychic residues from some long dead personalities, who were unhappy to have been disturbed, both in the garden and now in the home. The first thing was to call out a list of the names on the stones in prayer, consecrate the new ground for the stones, and to call for God’s blessings.

This used to be called “a holding at bay ceremony”. In the meantime, however; she went to the church and told the Vicar there about the ghostly goings on, and he was furious she had sought help from someone outside the church. In the old days people who thought for themselves were murdered by the Christian hierarchy, and even today freelance exorcists were not seen in a pleasant light, but the need for them has only been because of Church attitude that only regular church goers can get church help or use church facilities. The Vicar was not very knowledgeable or helpful and kept insisting that “This would not have happened if she had kept up her regular church going and bible reading class” but he did pray with her in the house.

Over the coming weeks the strange phenomena did die down, and Trixie the terrier went back to sleeping in her basket, but I am convinced the situation existed which could have got a lot worse, with the souls of the dead getting increasingly angry. Flash photographs taken at night show several streaks and shapes which could possibly be spirit, and I accept this is open to interpretation. But for me there really were a lot of dead people in that house, who I am pleased to say are now back at rest, and so is Trixie the hero of this tale.

THE GRAVEYARD AND VAMPIRE MADNESS

by T Stokes lecturer in paranormal studies from;  “An Exorcists Chronicles”  a book in progress

I only found out through a strange collection of circumstances an event of peculiar horror, which the Christian church did its utmost to keep secret.

ST Mary’s church in Walthamstow,  England,  dates  back to the time of William the Conqueror, and is a popular landmark within the east end conservation zone and this area, once considered “Kray country” where the gangsters were allowed to hold sway for so long, and this  was the venue for a  tragic set of circumstances, some thirty years ago.

My initial interest was drawn by an old antique dealer friend who while getting ready very early one morning just after dawn, for an antique fair, happened to notice three senior churchmen in the ancient graveyard of the Norman church of St Mary, just  opposite, enrobed in all their finery, conducting what she said looked like a cleansing ritual, with lots of holy water, splashed on a particular grave, she knew no more except to add, one person was the Bishop, who although  gossip said  was  quite ill, had still turned out, in the very early hours for what exactly ?

 Suddenly my curiosity was awake.

I questioned Brenda, a friend who did an early morning cleaning job, if she saw anything unusual as she went through the churchyard, and also the lady who opened up the local G Ps surgery, and a night worker who came that way home, but it was the local paper delivery boy, who drove a very hard bargain demanding two bounties, and a mars chocolate bar, for his information, as all gave pieces to the stories jigsaw.

 It had turned out, that the caretaker to the church and its attached primary school, discovered a tomb had been desecrated and the body in a ragged shroud, discarded nearby, with the head missing. The head turned up later in the grounds of a local school jammed onto some railings with a “Woodbine” cigarette between the teeth.  Once it became known that I was knowledgeable on these matters and was asking questions, the headmaster and the old church cannon, invited me along and pressed me for some sort of an explanation, without sharing with me any details they knew. I said the police must be informed as it was not as they assumed: a sick mindless prank, but something a lot more sinister. I also said the most expert man to bring in, as Dennis Wheatley one of the wartime adviser on occult matters to Winston Churchill had recently died, was the occult writer and broadcaster Eric Maple, both requests were flatly refused, as they said it had to be hushed up.

Sometimes these seemingly random interferences with tombs and such like are a way of gaining rank in left hand path groupings.

The usual church celebrations at Christmas, kept everyone occupied, and then the awful news that the ex policeman, who was then caretaker, had been acting out of his normal calm persona. This had caused some concern and the news that he had discharged himself from hospital with depression (against doctors advice) and in a frenzy killed his wife before ending his own life in the school hall, was a terrible shock to us all.

At Christmas mass we were all forbidden to discuss it, which angered some parishioners, who wanted an explanation as to some strange goings on, and the epidemic of deep depression that was affecting so many of the Church regulars.

The connection between the two events, if there are any,  will never be known  without the clergy coming clean, the idea  that parishioners were urged to tell their thoughts in the confessional to the clergy, but they would do no such thing in return  was some how unpalatable. People wanted answers but we were told at Christmas “if you do not like it, attend another church” and many started at St. Peters in the forest.

Never the less, the death of a fine old couple is hard enough. But remember exhibition of any behaviour patterns out of the ordinary, can be a sign of possession.

The idea behind the desecrated tomb is twofold, one theory is that the biblical story of the “Witch of Endor”, in which one bible version  has it that the witch asks for the head of a slain centurion with the throat and larynx intact, to be brought to the king,  and the spirit commanded back into the body to answer the kings question, “who will win the battle”. This is a well known sorcerers technique to find who will win horse races, football matches, stocks and share movements and political elections etc. *note; not in the United States it isn’t well known!)

Part of this is the promise that, so no one else can ever disturb the soul again, the head is separated from the body. In these cases a neglected source of high quality information is always the grave diggers and these lads for a few lunchtime beers came up trumps. According to them there had been a spate of “odd bods” browsing the graves at odd times, not the usual genealogical or family types, and the lads were questioned on whether any of the cemetery workers who had worked near where the grave was desecrated had any strange dreams afterwards, or woke in the morning with any strange bodily markings.

 Similar tales surfaced from the cemetery at the other end of the borough.  One lad said no one had asked him anything so he said nothing, but blood on the grave was obviously from several recently slain cats, thrown into nearby undergrowth, alongside, and --this is perhaps one key to this-- a short sharpened wooden stake. Occult expert Eliphas Levi said of this; when the rite is done and the head separated, Promise must be made that it will never happen again, and a piece of hawthorn sapling pushed through the corpses heart centre.” It is a “well known” fact now that “an American Politician” is a “Skull and Crossbones” member and this is an “Illuminatti” ritual. *editors note

Shortly after I was summoned to the school and the headmaster told me if I persisted in asking questions my children would be asked to leave the school. He told me in a very disturbed manner that he knew I was one day a week, a voluntary counsellor and psychotherapist who had been assisting many non-Christian folk and rumour had it I attended spiritualist meetings! I only placated him by a large secret donation to school funds, and he insisted he would decide on how it was spent. He then lectured me and seemed more concerned with the value of secrecy than the welfare of the involved families. 

I was indeed a multi-cultural counsellor and part time psycho-therapist and a member  of a local spiritual healing team, where many non spiritualists would come in, which was nice, to be able to give non judgemental comfort and succour. Over time a community heals, but stories still circulate, and beneath the surface, there is still much emotional scar tissue, over the madness, and rumours of church yard vampirism there was that Christmas.

*editors note: I removed the name of a famous politician from the story at this point because I do not wish to post things either for or against politicians on this site.

This next tale was sent in to us using the comment box. His story:

My family have lived in this home for 4 years in "flemington*", Missouri.  We have seen a man walk down our stairway from the upstairs go thru the foyer into the kitchen. The first time I saw him I thought it was my son and started an conversation with him and when he didn't answer I walk into an empty kitchen, my son was already upstairs in bed. This summer the man visited me in my bedroom early in the morning the first time he push me in the back three times to wake me up. Then again a couple months after that by kneeling at the foot of the bed and pulling on the bedspread, I could feel the weigh of his body at my feet and no one was there. According to the abstract this house was built in the 1850's. The man don't scare us we've named him Fred. my son tells me he saw Fred in the living room the end of September (2007)after taking a shower and thought it was his mom and went in there and she was upstairs in bed. My name is Randy Hammond,  I don't mind you using it in this posting.

("Flemington" aka Farmington) 

13 Years Of Hauntings

It all started when we moved into our new home,13 years ago. I can't remember just when,but the first thing I remember was the feeling of being watched, and catching a glimpse of something out of the conner of my eye. I really didn't think to much of it at the time. I have 12 grandchildren,and one of them was always afraid to go to the down stairs bathroom, so I ask him why,he said there was always a face in the ceiling watching him,this went on for a few years,until he became older,now he says he hasn't seen anything for awhile. Then one day the oldest of the grandchildren and his sister was playing pool,in the basement,all seam to be going well, when all of a sudden both of them came running up stairs. I ask what was wrong,and Lacey said she seen a women watching them playing pool.But Trevor said he seen nothing, he ran because Lacey did,or so thats what he is sticking with. I know Lacey was telling the truth because you could see the fright in her eyes.I ask her if the women was trying to hurt her,and she said no,just watching,and to this day she still remembers. When Lacey would sleep over she always said I was calling her name, and I wasn't. Come to find out Lacey has always picked up on strange things,or if you would like to call it SPIRITS. My husband has never believed in Spirits or Ghosts,but now he does,after having his own experance. I went out of town with a friend,and when I called home he let me know what all had been going on. Things moved from one room to another,and he ask me to make it stop,how am I suppose to do that? Then another time he got up and ready for work,he looked over at me sleeping,because he has to get up around 3:00 in the morning,and he said he seen white lights with red tips over on my side of the bed,then he stop at the bedroom door and looks back at me to make sure he was seeing the same thing,and he did. And can anyone believe he didn't wake me up? well he didn't.And was I mad? Oh yes,but thats another story.But now he knows there is something other than family living with us. So much has happened to me in this house,that I don't know where to start,Things hitting on the end of the bed,seeing whatI thought was my son in law,and it wasn't,hereing footsteps upstairs,when know one is up there.Thinking I see a mist in the house, smelling a sweet smell.And to this day some of the grandchildren are still afraid of my house. I guess I really am not afraid anymore,Ihave learn to live in peace with it all, because I really believe no SPIRIT or GHOST can hurt you. I know alot of people don't believe in these things,but try living a day in my house.13 years and I'm still here !!! I may write more at a later time,so stay safe until later.......

P.P.I. Member : Paranormal Phenomenon Investigation Club Of :Liz"

Hank by Pam, from TV Fan Online Forum

Back in the early 70s, I lived with my grandparents in Georgia. I moved back home in '75. "Hank" was here when I came home. My brother told me about him, and I didn't believe him until I experienced him. Larry (my brother) called him a "haint" and I heard "Hank", So that's how he got his name.

We don't know where Hank was from or why he was here. We knew it was a man because of the way he walked-heavily with boots. He would always come in the kitchen door opening and closing it, walk through the kitchen, dining room, make a u-turn into the living room, turn around and walk down the hallway to the other end of the house. Then we wouldn't hear him anymore. We would always hear him, but we never saw him. If we were in the living room, he would stop short of the entrance to the living room. If we were in the basement, which was 90 percent of the time when he decided to come around, we would hear the whole trip. He never bothered anyone at all except for scaring a few people, or anything for the first couple of years.

I came home from school one day to find a clock-picture (the picture is of a horse) laying face down on the couch with the batteries taken out. I was the last to leave the house that morning and the first to get home. I always had to get a screwdriver to pry the batteries out to change them in that clock. A few years later after my mother died, my father remarried and moved out, so it was just me and my brother living here. My brother was gone one night, and I had some company over to play pool in the basement. My company included a 12-year old and a 5-year old and their parents. We were playing pool when we heard the kitchen door open and shut, footsteps through the kitchen, dining room, living room, and down the hall. We were expecting my brother so we didn't think much about it. We thought he went to his bedroom to change clothes. About five minutes later, we heard a loud crash. All of us grabbed a pool stick and went up the stairs to see what happened.

My brother was not home, and the kitchen door was locked. We went in every room in the house and didn't see anything amiss so we went back downstairs. My friends knew about Hank so they weren't so concerned, but the kids were scared so they left. After they left, I went to my bedroom and saw that a picture of wild horses was missing. It had fallen behind the chest of drawers. The nail was still in the wall. The picture would have had to have been lifted off the nail to be dislodged from it.

If anything was ever bothered or moved, it was mine, and it had something to do with horses. A friend stayed overnight once. She stayed in the spare bedroom and was awakened by a rustling noise. She had her clothes in one of those plastic grocery bags. When she called out to see who it was the rustling stopped, and she heard footsteps in the hall. When she turned the light on, she saw that some of her clothes were pulled out of the bag. She will not stay overnight here again.

My brother died in 1996, and I had him cremated. I kept his ashes in the living room. I had a roommate at the time (who also knew about Hank, but he had been MIA for some time), and she saw my brother several times. He liked to play tricks on us every now and again. She moved several months after his death. I kept his ashes for a year before spreading them on the mountain he wanted. After that, he didn't mess with me anymore. But I know he comes around occasionally to look after me. He doesn't move things anymore, thank goodness.

Hank stopped showing up after my brother died. There were times I didn't know if it was Hank or my brother playing tricks on me. After I spread Larry's ashes, Hank no longer came around. I know when my brother is here. I have lots of witnesses who have experienced Hank. Some won't come to or in my house ever again. I could write a loooong list of things that Hank and Larry have done, but it's late, and I'm sure you get the picture. My preacher doesn't believe in ghosts, but you can see the wonder in his face when my friends and I tell him stories of Hank.

 #2 from Pam "Peabody"

As far as Hank goes, it was all pretty much the same. Everyone would be in the basement playing pool when he would come in. When someone realized nobody came downstairs, they would go upstairs to look for whoever and no one would be there. There was one night, my brother's best friend came over (he was by himself) and was waiting for my brother to come home. He was downstairs playing pool when he heard the kitchen door open and shut, the footsteps all over the house, then nothing. He went upstairs and checked the door and windows and all were locked. He went outside and got his gun out of his car and went back in the house. My brother came home later and just laughed about it.

There are friends who refused to come back over after they experienced Hank. There was one afternoon (around 1979-80) I was in the living room watching Guiding Light. Ross and Roger were arguing about something when I heard the door open and close. The footsteps made it almost to the door to the living room when they quit. I got up to see who was there but there was no one there.

Now on to my brother who died in 1996. His name was Larry, but was better known as Peabody. He was an avid Dale Earnhardt fan and was wearing a Dale Earnhardt t-shirt when he died. He had two that were alike--one was white and one was black. It had the number 3 on the sleeves.A friend of mine was living with us when Peabody died. Shortly after his death, she was in the bathroom getting something out of the closet when she saw him pass by the bathroom door. It freaked her out to say the least. Whenever she saw him he was wearing the white Dale E. T-shirt. Whenever I saw him he was wearing the black Dale E. t-shirt. She came running out of the bathroom hollering my name. I didn't know what was going on. She saw Peabody. I just laughed it off. A couple of days later, I was in the basement doing laundry when I saw him out of the side of my eye. At first I was freaked, but after I realized it was him I just laughed about it.

It didn't surprise me. I knew he was doing the "Hank" thing. It had always been a joke between us. We blamed everything on Hank. One day I came home from work for lunch. Audrey, my roommate, had a guest over. I went to the living room for something and noticed that a stuffed dog my brother bought years ago and kept on the bookshelf was laying haphazardly on the desk. There were pictures in front of the dog which hadn't been touched so for the dog to be moved it had to be picked up over the pictures. If it had fallen, so would the pictures. I asked Audrey about it, and she knew nothing of it. It freaked her out so bad she went outside to get warm. She had the biggest chill bumps I've ever seen. Her friend hasn't been back inside the house yet. He would come over, but not come in the house. When I left to go back to work, the front passenger seat in my car had been moved back. Peabody was in the car with me. I could feel him. I fussed at him all the way to work. He pretty much left us alone after that. Audrey moved out several months later but not because of Peabody, even though he showed himself to her a few more times.

After a year or so, I finally spread his ashes on the mountain he wanted to be on. I've only seen him twice since then. The first time I was getting ready to take a shower. I had emptied a shampoo bottle, turned it upside down, and propped it to get the residual to drain to the cap. I secured it so it wouldn't fall over then tested it to make sure. I got in the shower and was washing my face when I heard a BANG like someone hitting the door hard. I screamed, hurriedly rinsed my face (wouldn't you know I would be washing my face and couldn't see at the time), and opened the shower door just enough to look out. I didn't see anything amiss and quickly finished my shower. When I got out, I couldn't find the shampoo bottle in the bathroom. It was laying in the floor in my bedroom close to the bed. There was no way that bottle could roll into the bedroom by the way I had it set. Even if it had fallen, there wouldn't have been a BANG when it fell. I had carpet in the bathroom at the time. While I was brushing my hair looking in the mirror, which reflected part of my bedroom, I saw Peabody walking away. He was laughing. I cussed him but good! I didn't see him anymore after that until shortly before my father died last year. I was brushing my teeth one night, bent over to the sink to spit, and when I straightened up his face was in the mirror. I knew he was checking in. I haven't "seen"him since, but I know he checks in on me every now and then.

From Myspace friend AJ:

When I was 6 or 7 we lived in a town house. Back in the day they said it was Indian Burial grounds, but that's what everyone said so I don't know if it was true or not, but anyways in our home a lot of things would happen. The radio would blast on at early times in the morning and scare the crap out of my mom, 2 sisters, brother and myself. At night while we were all in bed you could hear footsteps pacing back and forth and the bottom of the stairs and then walk up and stop at the top and walk back down, my mom would always yell at us to get back into bed and when we would all yell back she realized that we were in bed and the footsteps would still pace and come up and down.

I remember one day I was watching my sister do her hair in the downstairs bathroom and the basement down was next to it and all the sudden the door knob started giggling and I looked at it and it was still jiggling, I thought maybe it was one of my sisters friends down there playing a trick on me so I told her to open the door and she kind of hesitated at first and then opened it and we looked behind the door and nothing and then we both went down stairs and looked and still nothing, lets just say we ran up those stairs pretty fast lol.

I remember a time when my brother and his friends played Ouija board and our fan stopping on people and different odds and ends going on, Then our neighbor was best friends with my mom and her daughter with I. Her kids would go to their dads on the weekends and she would be there by herself. I still remember the phone ringing at like 230-300 in the morning. She told my mom that she went to bed, was just laying there and she heard footsteps coming up the stairs, stopped at the top foot of the stairs and someone said "Good night mom" so she called back "Goodnight Jimmy" because it sounded like her son. Well she then said that she just laid there and thought for a minute and realized that her son was at his dads, so she got up to check on him to make sure everything was alright. Walked to his room, opened the door and nobody was in there. She checked all the rooms and no one was in the house with her. She ended up called her ex husband and he said the all the kids were sleeping already. After that she called my mom up and wouldn't go back to sleep.

I've always had things like that happen in my life and it still happens every once in a great while. I've went to cemeteries that are said to be haunted but I haven't seen or heard anything there, I've caught a few pictures of things but they could be anything. I'm one of those people who have to see it to believe it and I've seen it in my past in my homes and things but not in any cemeteries. When we did move out of that town house, my moms other friend called us up the night we moved and asked my mom if I was there with her, and of course she said yes and the reason she was asking was because another woman was taking her trash out and looked up at our home and saw a little girl that looked just like me in the window up stairs where my room was and she had her hands under her face on the window sill looking out with a sad expression on her face, She thought my mom had left me behind...

Those are all true and thats what has happened to me so far.... I'm sure there will be more things to see and hear in the future but right now, in the house I'm living in right now with my husband and daughter I haven't seen or heard anything in this home...

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St. Michael's Church byCloud Dancer


  As I promised quite awhile ago now, I said I would tell you a bit about St.Michaels. This little church was the site of one of the first churches in Germany and the site of its oldest monestary. It was built in 969A.D. by the monk St. Boniface and a few of the saint’s followers. It was the first permanent Catholic Church in the area, and had its hands full, because at the time the area was predominantly pagan! The small mail chapel was built first, and then on a vision by the saint, a tower was built that housed the main altar at the eastern end of the church. Down below the church, were the catacombs and an unusual feature. The full weight of the tower and altar rests on a single pillar down there. This pillar is only 6 inches across, and has withstood bomb blasts, and many storm and floods. The saint said the tower would last as long as there was one faithful monk that still believed left in the world.
There is a small nitch over the main door of the church, and the citizens of Fulda hoped there would not be a flame seen burning there. An oil lamp is placed there when one of the monks dies and burns for the time from his death until his burial. A passing person of the Faith is supposed to say a Hail Mary for the departed, others just a brief prayer for their soul. When the cathedral was completed, monks that passed on were and are buried in the cemetery there, but they used to be interred in the catacombs.
You can take a tour of the catacombs and see the graves and crypts of the monks, and see what has been uncovered there from historical digs. Some of the bodies of the monks are considered miraculous, as they were not embalmed in any way but appear not to have decomposed in any way. The body of St.Boniface was originally interred there, but was moved to a special crypt in the main cathedral after the altar was completed.
There are always tales about of the strange things that happen in the causeway between the two churches and on the grounds. Most of the tales have happened at night, but a few of them have happened in broad daylight. My own encounter was just such an incident.
It was early afternoon in late summer and a rain shower forced me to take shelter in the vestibule of St.Michaels. The church was deserted or appeared to be that way. Having nothing else to do I put a donation into the tour box, and went down to the catacombs. The artwork and carving down there is beautiful and really there is no better way to pass an afternoon. While wandering around I was approached by a monk that asked my name in German. I told him and also told him I was an American. He seemed confused for a minute and then asked if I came from far away. I said yes, and he switched to heavily accented English
. I knew some of the monk were very cloistered and thought this might be one of them. He talked of the hey day of the small church and of the building of the tower as if he had seen it happening. Time seemed to slip away until we heard a noise at the top of the stairs coming down to the catacombs. The monk frowned and said I needed to probably go. I thanked him for the tale and went to the stairs. A young man was there and said he had come to shut the church up for the afternoon so the cloistered monks could hold their evening service. I said no one was down there but a monk and myself and went to the top of the stairs. The young man went down and looked for the monk, but there was no one there.
 There is no way out of the catacombs but those stairs, and no one had passed either the young man or myself. From the pillar room it is possible to see down all of the passageways that are there, and there was absolutely no sign of the monk I had talked to. I wonder to this day which of the monks buried there had I talked to?

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Tales from the Forum:
True stories from
The Haunted Missouri Paranormal Studies Forum and chat:

True story, it happened just a couple of nights ago on the last full moon. I had just gone outside to "patrol", check the pets and property, doors, things like that. Both garage doors were shut, I made sure of that. About 10 minutes later, all the kids, Russ and I are sitting in the living room watching the tube (who says the tv isn't a babysitter?) when suddenly we hear the garage door open. Not just open, it was as if some angry man had opened it in haste, it was pushed hard all the way up and clanked loudly at the ceiling. We all looked at each other, and Russ said, "Did anyone else hear that?" Of course we did, so we went to investigate, and sure enough, the garage door was all the way open! It has Never Ever opened on it's own before, it's not on a spring or anything. Of course, there was nobody around when we checked, and had there been, the dogs would have told us! Freaked the old man out, cracked the kids and I up. I figure Big Rusty is mad b/c I didn't put the power steering fluid on the right shelf. LMAO
 by: Double star Kennels Michelle

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I was about 13 0r 14 yrs old and I saw a Ghost of a woman in a beautiful white flowing gown that looked like me but about 5 yrs older AND much prettier than what I turned out. LOL! The resemblance was uncanny never the less. Now I will begin to tell you how I came about seeing this spirit.
Not a proud time in my I will say. I got involved with a man who was 10 years older than me. It
started out as brother/sister relationship for almost a year. I was grateful for the attention
as I had lost my older brother to shooting and he was the star of my life. It had been 2 yrs my
Mike (brother) had died. I was 10 at the time and Mike was just 1 week away his 21st B-DAY.
I missed him terribly and even blamed my dad. My dad had nothing to do with shooting, it's just he was so hard on him that he often stayed away from home and was into drugs. But when he was
home, I was he special SUZYQ. He would sing that song to me all the time and include me with
his activities even though I was so much younger. I was not ever really a kid persay. Yeah, I did
kiddie stuff, but perfered adults more. Just a little history & now I will start my story.................
I was home alone with Len that night and we were watching some movie, couldn't tell you the name. By this time our relationship was more than what should have been. He was pretty nice most of the time, but had some, how to say it? I guess wicked ways I just say it like that. Really
personal stuff there for ME. We were wrestling around on my bed in jest, not sexual, and I told him as trying to scare him with big serious eyes and look that I was going to get a knife and
stab him. Now I'm kidding around, but I wanted him to think I was serious and I couldn't tell you why to this day that I said something like that. It was not at all like me. To continue with the
charade, I got up slowly as if in a trance and proceeded to walk down the hall, past the living room to the kitchen. By then dusk was settling in. Did my trance walk back to my bedroom and
acted like I was going to stab down hard as I raised this huge knife, and I started laughing so
hard. Both of us did. He knew I wasn't serious. I told him I'm taking the knife back to the kitchen and left my room. As I came out of the hall into the living room there sat a childs rocking
chair that had been my sisters, then mine, and now for the grandkids. Something made me stop
and look at it. I became transfixed. A white circle appear in the chair and grew larger and then
became long and misty white, Until it turned into what looked like an older version of me in a gorgeous wedding dress. I stood rooted to my spot with my brain racing the words "run,run!".
My body wouldn't coperate. My fear enhanced as she glided to me! I'm trying to sream and finally when she was almost in touching distant I closed my eyes and let out a scream so horrorifing that Len race in there and grap me and asked what I was doing. I told him what had
taken place and he though it was all a BIG joke even though I was pleading and crying too, to leave the house. I was absolutely terrorfied! I did get him to take me for a ride on his harley to
calm my nerve after some ribbing from him though. He later said he believe me. I'm not sure he
did. Probably just shut me up & calm me. I didn't correlate that vision or whatever you want to
call it as a warning until later. Len always said he wanted to marry me and I always said to him
I will never marry you. I think if I did, Len would have been the death of me. I had already looked down the face of a barrell and I wasn't planned on repeating that or any of the very
personal happenings I will still keep to myself.
There you go. That's it. Hope I told it well enough and is a satisfactory ghost story. Let me
know what you think.
by: *~whisper~* Susan

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 That was definatly interesting. Once when I was small and wrestling with my own actual brother I had out of caracter told him I also was going to stab him and kill him. But I never got a knife or anything and he popped me with a board long before I could even leave my parents bedroom lol.
 Ok I don't think I will actually do an actual story this time around but a time line account.
 1980-at 5 years of age my great grandmother had passed away and I went to my grandmother an mother an told them that my Great grandma said..(none of us can actually remmeber what it was I told them she said thou now)
1986-at 11 years of age we was getting some bad storms (including tornado watches an some warning)  I was sittin in the kitchen facing down the hall way towards the two bedrooms an the bathroom in the house. I was putting on shoes when I looked up an watched my grandfather walk from the bedroom at the north side of the house into the bedroom directly across from it he even stopped in between looked at me an smiled it was him clear as day just slightly see thru an lit up. thing is he was still actually sittin right there in the living room in his chair never got up from his chair.
1988-2005- from 13 years of age to 30 years of age. I had many things happen. Doors open an shut. Lights going off and on. Pictures,clocks,posters flying off the walls. Glasses flying out of the cabinets an dish drainer,hearing voices, ghost cats,water turning off and on,clothes an items dissapearing,dreams coming true,beds shaking an banging,scratches,bruises,radios an tv's going on and off turning way up.shadow figures,uneasy feelings,being touched etc.
 Both me and my oldest daughter has seemed to have attracted a large amount of activity. It normaly does not make me nervous I can just usually laugh it off. Never once thought about trying to capture evp's or photos (even thou I got a photo with out even trying). I actually have thou always been interested in spirits an the possiable after life.
 Then recently I was on another site watching one of there investigation movies when I picked up an evp that noone else had heard yet. And that was enough to get me addicted, Then i watched the movie white noise an got a tad scared thou that doing researches may end up harming me some lol (it spooked me a tad).
 But now im pulled in even more. Like I just have to get out there and get another undeniable photo at least lol
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it was 1971 and I believed that I could teach myself how to be a witch. I read and read and read everything I could find and after almost a year I decided to start practicing some of the rituals I had been collecting. I remember the ritual took place on a Saturday afternoon when I was (oddly) alone. I had a candle and incense. I have long since forgotten what color candle and what aroma incense, as well as exactly what it was I was trying to accomplish with the "Spell". But I think it had something to do with a boy.
 
What I do remember is sitting cross legged on the floor in front of a table where I had a burning candle and some kind of herb potpourri scattered. I chanted and it seemed as if I hovered above myself...out of myself after a very short time. I remember that I began to hum. Not verbally hum a song but more a thrum. My body was humming-- Whizzing. I don't know how to explain it except to tell you that in all my later experiments with all the popular drugs of my generation I never saw, heard about or felt that kind of high. I was electric. That’s how it felt: Electrified. I was really into the zone. If I remember correctly I must have been chanting and meditating for an hour, at least when the top of the fat candle burst into flame as if the wick had caught the wax on fire, and then amazingly... unbelievably... the air above the candle also lit and burned in a shimmering, every widening ring of fire. I almost kept chanting even as these unusual phenomena occurred but I was frightened out of my trance when the windows imploded. We had this 2 bedroom California bungalow-- 5 windows in the place. They exploded inward. Just as I was beginning to scream and shimmering glass was peppering the room the door crashed in so hard that they broke holes where the door knobs hit the walls behind them. A gust of wind...impossible in its loudness and velocity pulled the curtains out from the walls and things all over the house crashed from the walls.
 
I fell to the ground in instantaneous prayer for my life, my soul, whatever worthless part of me God saw fit to spare from whatever it was I had called from... I can't even begin to fathom where. In seconds that felt like hours to me it was over. I wasn't lucky enough to have imagined the destruction and had to come completely clean with Mom because none of the stories I tried flew in the face of that kind of destruction. Turns out she knew something about supernatural occurrences (so to speak and for a lack of better terms) and after a seemingly endless lecture punctuated with screaming and crying that ended in my promise NEVER to EVER try anything like that AGAIN she helped me clean up.
 
I still wish I knew what she told dad. Whatever it was he had the windows replaced and only grumbled about insurance rates, so I guess the deductible wasn't waived. LOL. I kept my word to my mother. In fact; I still do. I don't know what I did but I hope to never do it again. I've never even heard too close a story to it, much less expected anyone to believe it really happened! In fact; I have rarely told this story anywhere to anyone. It can be found on my true stories page at hauntedmo and now, here.

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I actually do have a story that I forgot about.
There is this huge bridge in Florida, Sunshine Skyway Bridge, it goes across
Tampa Bay down to Sarasota. It is very long and very high. In the 80's
this boat was trying to go under the bridge and it did not make it, it took
the top of the bridge off and it was at night so the drivers that did not
see it happen did not know and a bunch of people drove off the bridge. I
can't remember how many people died, but it was a lot a greyhound bus full
of people went off and a bunch of other cars and the people up there when
the boat hit. It is too high to survive the fall, they say if you jump when
you hit the water it rips off your skin I know it is very gross and morbid,
but I thought i'd give some history. Anyways they they rebuilt the bridge
and turned the ends of the old bridge into fishing piers. My husband was
down on the south pier fishing one night last December, it was a nice night
no rain or lightening or even clouds. All of a sudden these green glowing
lights passed by in the water and when they past by all of the street lights
and radios went out and once they passed by all of the lights came back on.
They were moving very weird, and did not look like anykind of fish, they
were like glowing balls. It was very trippy. Not that great of a story,
but it is the only one i got.
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The swooshing sound  
 The first time this happened I was  about 20 yrs old and  in a bedroom in my parents apt. (my dad was a caretaker for an old age home, his apt was free)  It was around midnight and I was lying in bed reading.  At first it was very faint and I didnt notice the sound. It sounded as if someone was rubbing their foot back and forth on the carpet.  As I took notice of it , it got louder and faster and faster. I was scared by then and let out a scream! That seamed to work bacause everything suddenly stopped.  My parents were in their bedroom and my brother and his wife were in the livingroom,  they all heard me scream but nothing else. 
It happened again about 2 years later in a different house. That time I yelled "Stop!"  and it did.
  
Grandma's mirror
 When i was little my grandmother had a large oval mirror with a gaudy carved gold frame.  Most of the time it was a normal mirror, but every once in a while when you looked into it, your own reflection woud be still but the reflection of the room behind you would be moving back and forth like the mirror was rocking.  It was very strange to say the least.  When I would ask my grandmother about it she would just say " oh honey that old mirror is just broken, dont you worry about it."  Being young and coming from her that made sense to me
I still wonder what ever happened to that mirror and what was really going on with it .    Hmm...
by: Jaxghostchic Wendy

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Debra Pickman
     Assistant Forum Manager/Sallie House
     Haunted Voices
     www.hauntedvoices.com


We moved into the small house located along the bluffs of the Missouri River in a small town of Atchison, Kansas late in 1992. It was only a matter of days before we unpacked the boxes, settled in and then began experiencing odd little things. Lights in the living room would dim and brighten at will (we did not have a dimmer switch hook up), the stereo and TV would often turn on after we turned it off, or off after we turned it on. The microwave would start without anyone in the kitchen, the timer on the oven would ring on it's own and flash through numbers at a rapid pace right before our eyes. Pictures were turned upside-down, things were misplaced and our dog stood at the doorway of the nursery a few times and barked fiercely

We never really thought much of these things. Blamed it on electrical problems, or pranks of Tony's brother who lived next door.

     Our 1st son was born about 6 months after we moved in and even two weeks after being home he still woke up throughout the night almost every hour on the hour. As new parents we wondered if this was normal but trudged through the seemingly endless days. My sister, knowing that we were haggard with sleepless nights offered to come stay for a week and help out. We eagerly accepted the offer.

     The last night of her stay we came home from visiting my in-laws and it was noticed that ALL the stuffed animals that had decorated the nursery were arranged neatly in the center of the floor. Of course we questioned each other, and explored every possibility for the strange occurrence but found none. We put them back kin their respective places and went about our business. A short time later one of us went upstairs to get something and found one of the bears on the floor in the center of the room again. We put it back and went back down stairs only to find that the light we had turned off in the nursery when we left was back on again. We remained in constant vision of each other for the remainder of the night.

     At this point we were all freaked out and Tony called on one of his brothers to come over and give us his assessment of the situation. We just knew it could be what we were all thinking - a ghost. He was level headed and we just knew he would be able to make sense of it all. He wasn't able to however. And offered to speak with his coworker who had a sister who was a psychic.

     That night we packed the TV, VCR, movies, snacks, drinks, baby items, couch cushions (to make a bed on the floor), our dog and anything else we thought we might need and locked ourselves in the master bedroom for the night. (funny how we actually thought locking ourselves in a room was going to keep a ghost out. LOL)

     The psychic came a few days later and told us we had the spirit of a little girl named Sallie. We talked with her for hours and tried to understand what we were dealing with. We were now informed that we did indeed have a spirit and how to handle her. Sallie told the Psychic she was Taylor's (my son) guardian angel. She was told to stop waking the baby at night and a few other things. We were told to make rules, and talk to her in order to make sure she didn't inadvertently harm the baby.

     The baby no longer had a problem waking at night, but eventually other activities started to occur. Fires were lit on inanimate objects , candles were melted, things went missing, our cats and the baby often chased something unseen to us through the air. Footsteps were heard, cold spots were felt, smells of Kool-aid and broccoli were sensed. Tony got scratched and we had strange photos showing weird anomalies.

     One night we got a call from a television show interested in "helping" us with our "haunting". They came and within the 1st hour of the interview process Tony was scratched. Other things went on during their taping that weekend and when they left things were quite for weeks. Then Sightings came back several times with specialists and each time more things happened and in a great way. On their second visit they got on a 9 minute video a scratch that was occurring right before our eyes. It was quiet for days and even weeks each time they left, so much so that we often began to think our minds had been playing tricks on us. But each time the activity began again.

     Eventually Sightings came back and held an all night vigil in the house. Cameras were set up everywhere. Orbs were seen bouncing off heads and through walls but when we went back to review the tape there was nothing to be seen. Fluctuations were seen on meters measuring electric activity at the top of the stairs, and cameras on closed circuit cut out for no apparent reason. During a night time interview and asking the spirits in the house to respond to a question, we got a droning sound which was analyzed by a specialist. It was not of human origin. Several of the photos we had taken were also analyzed. The specialist tried to recreate the photos and couldn't.

     During the months that the television group had been visiting worse things began to happen. Tony was scratched successively more each time the TV crew was there. When they were gone Tony began to see a woman who he often mistakenly thought was me. It was confirmed each time that it was not. Tony was burned in his sleep. Had dreams of a child being beaten and he was scratched and shoved. Large items in the house like dresser would move and partial materialization's took place in the bedroom while he tried to sleep.

     Tony began to change and had horrible thoughts abut me. In fact at one point he told me he feared for my safety. One day he seemingly awoke from a nap on the couch looked me directly in the eye and said, "he's mine". Then he laid back down and slept. Originally I thought it was a dream in which he thought someone was taking his newborn son. But later in reflection, I realized it wasn't even his tone of voice.

     One of the last straws was when he was shoved out of the bedroom and his feet left the floor abut 8 inches. He doesn't know what stopped him from going over the railing and tumbling down the stairs. We moved out a few weeks later.

     There is so much more to this story and I am writing a book to tell it all. Some things followed us, and throughout more research ( I had already done much to find out who had lived and died in the house etc.....) we have learned much more abut the town, the families that lived next door. There is great history to be had in the story and in this town.

     I hope this has helped those of you who don't know the story and perhaps shed some light on some areas for those who have heard parts of the story through other people. Sorry it was so long but you should see my journal; the one I've kept since the first paranormal occurrence in the house LOL

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You Don't Need Your Keys!"
BY TABLE TIPPER (DAVE)

I have worked in a very haunted Psychiatric Facility here in N.W. Iowa for over 25 yrs. During that time I have experienced many hauntings in this 100 yr old Hospital.
Back in the early spring of 1982, I was working the Grave Yard Shift ( 10:45 pm - 6:45 am ). I was returning from my coffee break, to the Adult Male Locked Unit where I was assigned to work that night. I decided to take an alternate route back to my Unit. A longer route, as I didn't want to return to the Unit, or to work.
I was making my way through a 1st floor Unit that houses nothing but Doctor's Offices, and Social Workers' Offices. It was after midnight, and there were no other staff, and definitely no Patients on this Unit at that late hour of the night.
Back in those days, every exit door had to be unlocked before going through it, and had to be relocked before leaving it.
I had locked the exit door, prior to making my way down the long hallway of the Unit. I was about half way down the hallway, when out of a force of habit I reached into my pants' pocket to retrieve my work keys to unlock the next exit door. Just as I pulled my keys from my pocket, I heard a deep guttural forceful male voice radiating down to wards me from the ceiling, about 2 feet above my head.
It said, "You don't need your keys!"
I stopped dead in my tracks! Stunned, I didn't know what to make of the event.
Thinking someone was playing a practical joke on me, I began to look for speakers, and speaker wires in the area I was in. But I found none.
Furthermore no one knew I would be taking this alternate route back to I disagreeigned work area.
I giggled to my self thinking what an imagination I have!
I once again started toward the up coming exit door. I was about 15 ft from the exit door when again I reached for my work keys to unlock the exit door.
Again I heard the guttural voice. Only this time it was louder, and angry sounding, and it said: "YOU DON' T NEED YOUR KEYS!"
And with that I shot right through the exit door and half way down the adjoining hallway, when I realized I had not used my keys to unlock the exit door!
I approached the door and relocked it. Never speaking of this event to any of my coworkers for at least 3 months past the time it happened.
Through work we receive continued Education classes on various subjects dealing with Psychiatric issues.
My coworkers have brought it to our Nursing Instructor's attention that I claimed to have heard a voice, of no one who was there. They ask the Instructor if I have Schizophrenia?
The Instructor says, "Just because we can' t explain something that happens, doesn't mean it didn't happen." She has admonished me for telling this story to so many people, telling me I should use better sense in whom I share this story with.
But it's just to dang good of a Ghost Story, not to share it with everyone! "You Don't Need Your Keys!"

I have worked in a very haunted Psychiatric Facility here in N.W. Iowa for over 25 yrs. During that time I have experienced many hauntings in this 100 yr old Hospital.
Back in the early spring of 1982, I was working the Grave Yard Shift ( 10:45 pm - 6:45 am ). I was returning from my coffee break, to the Adult Male Locked Unit where I was assigned to work that night. I decided to take an alternate route back to my Unit. A longer route, as I didn't want to return to the Unit, or to work.
I was making my way through a 1st floor Unit that houses nothing but Doctor's Offices, and Social Workers' Offices. It was after midnight, and there were no other staff, and definitely no Patients on this Unit at that late hour of the night.
Back in those days, every exit door had to be unlocked before going through it, and had to be relocked before leaving it.
I had locked the exit door, prior to making my way down the long hallway of the Unit. I was about half way down the hallway, when out of a force of habit I reached into my pants' pocket to retrieve my work keys to unlock the next exit door. Just as I pulled my keys from my pocket, I heard a deep guttural forceful male voice radiating down to wards me from the ceiling, about 2 feet above my head.
It said, "You don't need your keys!"
I stopped dead in my tracks! Stunned, I didn't know what to make of the event.
Thinking someone was playing a practical joke on me, I began to look for speakers, and speaker wires in the area I was in. But I found none.
Furthermore no one knew I would be taking this alternate route back to I disagreeigned work area.
I giggled to my self thinking what an imagination I have!
I once again started toward the up coming exit door. I was about 15 ft from the exit door when again I reached for my work keys to unlock the exit door.
Again I heard the guttural voice. Only this time it was louder, and angry sounding, and it said: "YOU DON' T NEED YOUR KEYS!"
And with that I shot right through the exit door and half way down the adjoining hallway, when I realized I had not used my keys to unlock the exit door!
I approached the door and relocked it. Never speaking of this event to any of my coworkers for at least 3 months past the time it happened.
Through work we receive continued Education classes on various subjects dealing with Psychiatric issues.
My coworkers have brought it to our Nursing Instructor's attention that I claimed to have heard a voice, of no one who was there. They ask the Instructor if I have Schizophrenia?
The Instructor says, "Just because we can' t explain something that happens, doesn't mean it didn't happen." She has admonished me for telling this story to so many people, telling me I should use better sense in whom I share this story with.
But it's just to dang good of a Ghost Story, not to share it with everyone!

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Stranger Among Us Or Typical sh*t from my house
by Belinda

we were having a family dinner-- there are 18 of us with kids, spouses and grandkids, so it was buffet time and they mob was at the feed trough milling about the table making plates and settling through out the house to chow. I was seated at the breakfast bar between the kitchen and dining room and could clearly see into both rooms. My son Brandon who is 27 and was 24 at the time was at the microwave which was situated in a cabinet across from the fridge. He said something to me about how cold I had the house and what did I have the thermostat set on anyway? I looked up at him as he spoke and there was a man standing behind him.

He was perfectly visible from the top of his head (dark hair and blue eyes, five o clock shadow, nice smile) red t shirt, dark blue Levi's. Very normal looking except that the figure was not visible below the knees! This guy winked at me and waved as if to say “Don't mind me!” As I said "There s a ghost standing behind you" he just vanished. Brandon whirled around and looked and rubbed his fore arms saying the hair was standing up, but he saw nothing, but the room warmed up.

The kids said he ( the ghost) had to stand in line for the buffet, that he couldn't have their plates. I wonder if that’s why he left. LOL. Never saw that spirit again, either. We moved from that house in June 04 after living there since 01 and there were numerous ghostly visitors to that place. Some thought there must be a portal there, I don't know about that, but there was a 8-10 year old girl who liked to pinch butts, and foreign men discussing something heatedly, and many other sightings, but those are other stories to tell at other times.

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An Illuminating Experience,
or the fleeting nature of some experieinces
by Wendy, Haunted Missouri Paranormal Studies

This  was not my first experience but one of the most memorable. my hubby works nights so I was sleeping alone and was awoken by something. I went to turn on the bedside light but it blew when I turned the switch.
 I got out of bed and tried the light on the mirror and it blew. ( by then i was wide awake and felt how the air was "thicker".  thats how i can feel them)
I then went into the bathroom and that light blew, i was scared by now and knew that this was no coincidence. By now I ran out of the bathroom and tried the hall light.... IT BLEW!
I think I was screaming by now, I  flew down the steps and flipped the switch to another light, thank got it worked or I  would've had a heart attack right there!
That was the freakiest thing thats ever happened.
This happened   years ago and now im not so frightened when i feel them. I usually ask them not to come around when im alone and it seems to work for me.

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The Skeptic Hubby
by Shawn
Haunted Voices

Hi here's another story about the weirdness in my life. This weirdness is actually the norm for me.

You may have read in other posts of mine where I talk about the fact that I honestly feel that one particular spirit person has been with me and watching over me during my life. I have always thought so and I have become so comfortable and accepting of this friend that I have on several occasions gone to be alone in my room just so that I could talk to my friend. Speaking to my companion always settles me when I'm upset and somehow the right answers to my questions or whining seem to pop into my head.

Sometimes when I'm writing about paranormal subjects or religious theories I actually feel as though the words are not always all mine. I don't really know how to explain that except to say that when I'm on a writing roll the words just flow and flow and flow!

OK now let me tell you about some funny interaction between my spirit buddy and my skeptic husband.

I have the most wonderful man in my life, he is brilliant, tolerant, compassionate and a total goofball. He is my BEST friend, the best friend that I have ever had and I truly adore him. Gush, gush...you get the picture.

As I said, my husband is a skeptic. He's a scientist and although he has a open mind about many things he has never given much thought about ghosts and spirits until he met me. This is very strange too because he has had a near death experience and he was effected by it, he now has precognitive dreams and he lived in a haunted house while he was in college. None the less, my baby does not want to believe in ghosts and at times this does not seem to sit well with my spirit buddy.

There have been several instances where my spirit buddy has made statements directed toward my husband. On one occasion Hubby and I were debating with each other about some EVP recordings and about research methods, the conversation grew heated and so did I. My husband and I are both very intelligent and very stubborn and we both make very good cases for our different points of view (I however am right and he is wrong) and neither one of us will give into the other so these little debates do on occasion end with me stomping off to bed in a huff which is what I did after this round of debate.

Here's where my spirit friend comes into the story...about 30 minutes after I went to bed my husband who stayed in our office working on a website experienced what can only be described as a paranormal bitch slap! LOL!! He was sitting at his desk coding away when all of the sudden our cat's office water dish lifted itself, slid and flipped over in front of my husbands tower and foot. My husbands foot was nowhere near the water dish which is actually a large ceramic soup mug. The incident got his attention for sure!

My husband felt as if my spirit buddy was saying "I'm here!!!". I had a great laugh the next morning when my husband told me about it.

The next incident happened a month or so after the water dish incident. Once again after a heated debate over ghosts I slunk off to bed grumbling and frustrated over my husbands refusal to be reasonable about the existence of ghosts. Eventually hubby got tired and joined me. While we slept my spirit buddy decided to teach hubby another lesson.

One of my husbands businesses is chess database and forum website (we are such Geeks) and he uses a particular book of chess puzzles every single day for his website. The book is a rare, antique, book of chess puzzles that is written in Russian. This book is so important to him and is used so often that it is ALWAYS sitting on his desk next to his computer. Let me repeat, this book is never moved from on top of the desk, it is a invaluable tool.

The next morning when we woke up and went into the office the first thing that hubby noticed was that his precious book was GONE! We both tore the office and the rest of our home apart looking for that book. I looked in the most ridiculous places, that book had vanished. I told him that he needed to apologize to the ghost but he wouldn't listen to me so the book stayed missing.

OK, move time up about 5 months or so. One day hubby and I were going somewhere and we opened the trunk of one of our cars. The trunk is empty, we never open it, never. When we opened the trunk there was the missing book, just sitting there. I'm here to tell you all that there is NO POSSIBLE WAY that, that book could have been put in that trunk by either one of us and nobody else in our lives has access to our keys. (We do not have children.)

Here's another one...two days ago hubby and I were sitting here in our office having yet another one of our debates and once again I became irritated and got angry with his stubbornness (not that I'm stubborn or anything). This time the incident happened while I was still in the room in fact my husband totally missed the whole thing!

There I was sitting at my desk (our desks face each other) and sitting in back of my monitor is a cardboard envelope of address labels for the printer and laying on the edge of the envelope half on the envelope and half on the desk is a coaster (for drinks). The envelope is laying flat on the desk and it has a cardboard flap which is slightly open the coaster, as I said is half on and half off of the envelope. This envelope of address labels and coaster have both been sitting in this position for several weeks.

OK, there I was sitting there feeling surly about our latest debate when I looked away from my monitor and as I did the flap of that cardboard envelope raised up and down two times. It was a bouncing motion and then the coaster pushed itself up slightly and settled back down to it's original position. The AC was not blowing and there are no fans in our office and that cardboard envelope and coaster have never moved before that incident or since.

The only problem with that trick is that if it was directed at hubby he missed it. I just sat there and said nothing for about ten minutes. I had nothing to say....sigh

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Elmer's Story and Proof of Afterlife
By Shawn; from Haunted Voices

This is a story about a beloved pet cat named Elmer who I had to have put to sleep about 16 years ago. The event that I will tell about effected me on several different levels, it brought me comfort and peace at a time of great sorrow and it also gave me absolute confirmation regarding the existence of ghosts/spirits and the afterlife. After this happened to me there was no question whether or not we continue after death.

Before I get going here I'd like to give you a little bit of information about me as I feel this will help you to understand how the incident that I will describe effected me and helped me with the journey that I appear to be on.

OK, first of all I am a perfectly sane (HA!), intelligent, woman (just regular in so many respects) and I have always believed in ghosts and I have also always had an understanding about death and the transition that our energy makes after our physical bodies die. My ideas about God and regarding religion were formed at a very early age, I believe in God but I've always had a really hard time with church and going to services. I don't know why, I've just always been uncomfortable with it and wanted nothing to do with it. My beliefs were a little too out there for the Missouri town that I grew up in so for the most part I kept my ideas to myself.

I am not psychic at all but I am very sensitive both to the presence and emotions of the dead as well as the living. I have had countless experiences or contacts with ghosts/spirits over the years and in fact I think that there is one spirit friend who has been by my side throughout my life. I do not receive messages from them I just experience them and know that they are around. I am not what I call "woowoo" at all. What that means is I do not believe in crystals or any New Age or Magic practices or rituals, this all makes me as uncomfortable. I like to keep my esoteric thoughts out of the clouds, so to speak. (LOL!)

My pets are all very special to me, I love each one of them as members of my family. They are my friends not just pets. I have been very connected to my pets and have shared a understanding with them. I understand them and they understand me on a very deep level. I am so very lucky to have this ability to form such deep, loving, relationships with these sweet souls.

OK, back on track. I had a cat named Elmer who I rescued from a terrible situation when he was only a baby. When Elmer came into my life he was malnourished and sick so I immediately took him to the vet and found out that he had feline leukemia, I was told that he would have a short life and so my little friend was spoiled rotten and lived like a king! I was forced to send my friend home when he was 7 years old and it was the first time that I ever had to make such a decision and it effected me on a very deep level. I mourned. I have never experienced such sadness and depression. My main concern was that my friend who I had spoiled and protected for 7 years was now alone and I was afraid that he was afraid and that he needed me. Honestly, that was the reason for my sadness; I did not know how he was anymore, I needed to be reassured that he was OK without me.

When I tell you that I was depressed that is a understatement, I literally went to bed and cried for a week. I was making myself sick and the people in my life were understandably becoming concerned. (I was nuts.) On the evening of the sixth day of this behavior I had a experience occur that I will never forget and that changed my life.

It was about 6:30 in the evening and I was laying in my bed with the curtains closed. I was dim in the room but not dark. I was laying there in my personal gloom alternating between crying and thinking. My eyes were open and I was fully conscience and coherent. All of the sudden I SAW a person or being (my spirit friend that I mentioned earlier?) standing near the end of the bed on the side that I was laying on and this person was HOLDING ELMER. I sensed a message of "See, he's just fine and you will be together again one day, I promise.". I DID NOT hear these words I felt them, the message was in my head and it was as clear as if it was spoken to me.

Let me describe this spirit friend. I believe that it was a male although there were no facial characteristics visible. The spirit was in human form, I would say about 6 feet tall and was wearing a lose fitting, robe, type of garment. He was very bright and glowed softly, he was beautiful and I felt love and understanding. Elmer was presented to me as regular old Elmer, he looked healthy and strong.

I was allowed to see this "vision" (?) for what I estimate to be about 10 seconds or so, long enough for me to see these details and to remember the incident forever. The funny thing is that at no time did I feel fear and when the incident was over I sat there on my bed smiling and thinking about it for a long time and my depression lifted. I was my old self again because someone saw the pain that I was suffering and allowed me to see that my dear friend was doing just fine without me. To me this experience was a gift.

This gift was much more than peace of mind regarding Elmer it was also absolute proof beyond a shadow of a doubt that my strange "understanding" of what life is about and regarding what death holds for us is true. I am so grateful for that experience and it did indeed change my life forever. I believe that I was allowed to experience this gift because of what I am. What I mean by that is because of my seemingly strange ideas and beliefs that I have always had regarding life, death, God, religion, etc. I could handle the experience and I NEEDED the experience and therefore I was granted the experience.

I have told this story a few times over the years and I feel that possibly this story and maybe some of the other things regarding my beliefs and other experiences may have helped a few other people who are on a similar journey as I am to find their own understanding and peace. We are all here to teach and learn.

Well that's my story.

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Shawn's Ouija Story
Another Haunted Voices contribution...
thanks to you all for your love and support!

Ahhh OUIJA Boards. This topic comes up over and over on Paranormal forums and it should! I have had my own experiences with these things and I'm hear to tell everyone that they are NOT toys. Oh my gosh, I had the worst and most frightening experience with a OUIJA board!

It all happened when I was about 21 years old and was living in St Joseph, Missouri. My boyfriend and I had an apartment together, we were finishing up college and working nights. I was a cocktail waitress and he worked in a factory we also had a roommate who went to classes with us and worked with me at night.

We were just three kids working our butts off every night and trying to stay awake during the day in order to finish our degrees, normal midwestern kids...except for me, I've always been weird, LOL.

I've always had a thing about ghosts. I've been experiencing them all my life so I've always believed in them. One day a friend and I went to a toy store and we bought a OUIJA board. I had been telling my friend about my experiences and she told me about some things that had happened to her so we were very excited and ready to have some fun. That was our intention...to have some fun. I have to tell you, what happened was NOT fun.

I remember that we started to play with the board and we got results the very first time that we sat down with it. The planchet moved around slowly at first spelling out simple answers to our stupid questions. We asked it basic questions about our boyfriends and our future it was all very harmless and boring. All of the sudden the planchet started moving quickly around the board and the demeanor of the entity changed it became strong and nasty.

The ghost told us that he was a demon (I doubt it) and that he was going to follow us around, he threatened us and he called us names. My friend and I both got really spooked about this and so we put the board away. I remember that we reassured each other that it was just a stupid game and that we should just forget about it.

Forgetting about it was a hard thing to do, that board seemed to call to us. We became addicted to it. For several weeks my friend and I met up with each other and played with that board every single day and every time we got on it we spoke with the same nasty ghost. We fought with him. He would say nasty things to us and we would say nasty things right back. We were really scared but we came back to the board every single day.

Almost immediately weird things started happening in our apartment. My boyfriend, myself and our roommate all started to see a dark shadow thing lurking in the hallway or just outside of the doorway to whatever room that we were in. We would see this thing out of the corner of our eye and if we looked directly at it, it would dart away. It wanted us to know that it was there and it was messing with us.

We also started hearing knocking on the walls and once my boyfriend and I heard very loud banging on the wall behind our couch in the living room while we were watching tv. Our roommate was having problems too.

One evening when she was home alone she was "entertaining" her boyfriend and while they were in her room there was loud banging and scratching on her closet door. The ghost seemed to really hate this girl and it did all sorts of scary things to her when she was alone in the apartment. She finally moved out.

When all of this started to happen my friend and I took the board outside and we threw it in the complex dumpster. We were hoping that by throwing it away that the ghost would go away. It did not. My friend got to the point that she would not come over to my apartment anymore, she was really scared. We had several friends that got really creeped out at our place and quit coming over.

One night I was alone in the apartment and I was in the restroom. The door was open and across the hall from the bathroom was the spare bedroom that our roommate had been using. The light was off in the bedroom so it was dark in there. I didn't want to look in the room because I had that creepy uneasy feeling that meant that the ghost was there but I had to look. I saw him.

The creep let me actually see him and he was a in 1920s or 30s period clothing, he had on a striped suit with very wide lapels and a hat. I remember that he was very thin and not attractive. When I saw him I also got the lowdown from him as far as who he was. He did not speak but I received the information from him anyway. He was a bootlegger and he had been killed by some men over a bad booze run during prohibition. His body was buried on the property where our modern apartment complex was built. The land that the apartments sat on was farm land at one time. The OUIJA Board had caught his attention and that is definitely why he was there.

All of this was very upsetting to my boyfriend and I. I called several groups and organizations looking for help. This was before the days of all of these ghost hunting groups so I was stuck with calling churches (what a complete waste of time) and The School of Metaphysics located in Kansas City and St Louis. Long story short, nobody would help me so we moved.

Try telling your apartment complex that you have to move to another building because your apartment is haunted! I wanted to move far, far, away but we couldn't break our lease.

The good news is that the ghost didn't follow us. I have no idea if it stayed in that apartment and bothered the new tenants that moved in because I was too afraid to go near the place after we moved.

Anyway, this is why I will NOT "play" with a OUIJA Board. I won't go near anyplace where people even have one out.

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The OldQuakerLaneSchool House
Annapolis, Illinois
Written by: Todd M. Bates
Our initial investigation of the Old Quaker Lane School House in Annapolis began June 3, 2002, and we have conducted ongoing investigations at this location since then. We have had very many encounters here and have several witnesses to back up these encounters as well as physical evidence, such as photos, videos, and EVP’s. Before sharing some of our experiences, here’s a brief history of the school.
The school was in full operation until the year 1944 when it was sold to a local landowner who permanently closed it. The school had instructed children from grades 1-8 and had been operated by only one teacher. There was no electricity or heat (other than an old wood stove) until the early 1940s. The building is very small in size and is now being used as a storage area for the landowner. The building was set up like a lot of other schools of this time, with its large woodshed, well pump, boys’ and girls’ outhouses, and a large playing area.
Since our first investigation of the school in the late spring/ early summer of 2002, we have compiled many true stories and different forms of evidence of the 

paranormal. Below are just a few of our encounters from this area, and there will be more to come in future issues. In 2002, we instantly fell in love with this little school, and we visited it at least four times a week in the late evening hours. On our first few visits, we only stayed on the outside of the school to let the spirits in the area become familiar with us. We set up the video camera in the west window that focused on the center of the school as well as the teacher’s podium. At first we didn’t speak to the spirits in order to let them “feel us out” and sense that we were not there to harm them. We also took some photos for our records and found them to be quite interesting. After a little wait, we began to speak with them and told them our intentions. For example, we asked if they would mind communicating with us as well as let us photograph them. We stayed on this first investigation about four hours and then left so we could analyze the evidence that we had gathered. Upon viewing the video tape later on, we heard very clear moans that appeared to be coming from a small female child--and then the moans turned into words saying, “Mom.” The child spoke as if she had lost her mother and didn’t know whom to turn to. We also captured the sounds of children singing, “Joy to the World.”
Now we knew that there was activity, and we just had to go back for more. We returned to the school two nights later, bringing our recording equipment with us. We set up the camera once again in the west window to record while we went to the other side of the school to try and capture some EVP. We arrived at the old well pump that used to be used as gravity fed well and set up our equipment. We explained to the spirits once again why were at this location and what we intended to accomplish by communicating with 

them. We set up the recorder by the old well and just let it record while we went to the other side of the building. We later learned that a man and small child had been killed in this well a very long time ago. The EVP we captured from this area was a very clear, “Help.” I know the word “help,” when it comes to paranormal activity, is all to common, but this EVP sounds as if it came from inside the well. This really enhanced our interest of this location, and we began to find more history and background of the area. Our second major investigation was lot more personal and really got our attention. We still had not gone inside of the area yet because we were waiting for the land owner to clean a few things out of there, so we continued to film at the west side window. While filming the inside of the building, this very bright and perfectly round orb came out from behind some stacked wood. I immediately focused on this ball of light as it slowly traveled right in front of the camcorder. This was recorded in complete darkness, using night vision, and this ball of light was recorded for over four minutes. I attempted to communicate with the anomaly, but no response was given and the object disappeared into the ceiling after a few minutes. This was a great breakthrough for us because now we had something trying to contact us.
Upon our next visit, we were amazed with the evidence that we captured. This school was a very happy place for many children, and they seem to comeback and forth to this area. We have captured EVP’s of children singing, talking, and playing. My wife Kris was video taping one night at our usual spot wall of a sudden she saw two small anomalies inside the building. She assured them that we were not there to and she also tried to communicate with them. Soon after, we saw the two anomalies fly out of the window right next to her. Then you hear a small child say, “Hey.” A second later another small child says, “Hey, Daddy.” These anomalies and EVP’s were both captured on video. Kris could not hear these voices at the time, but she did hear a commotion in the woods next to her. When she looked over there, she saw a little girl running into the woods. We were amazed with the evidence that was captured that night and had to try to figure out just what was going on.
We began investigating the inside on our next hunt. The owner finally cleared it out a bit, and we cleared some more out. The inside was very old and showed its age. The smell of mildew was very heavy, and the ceiling was falling down in certain areas. We covered some of the holes in the floor that were created by age and weather. Most of the windows were broken, but you could still see where the curtains used to hang. The teacher’s platform was still in pretty good shape in its position ahead of the classroom, the chalkboard outline still visible on the wall. There was an old coal/wood stove that had been used for heat and it was in pretty good shape as well. 

We returned later that evening for our first internal investigation of the little schoolhouse. We entered the darkness of the school, and it peaceful. We stood inside for a few minutes and let the spirits get use to us. Our hair was stood on end; we knew we were not alone. We began with the photo session and captured some great photographs with shots of orbs, strange lights, and portals. We then moved on with the EVP session, and commented aloud, “If anyone would like their picture taken, please stand next to Todd.” We later heard the response from a small child, “Picture me.” We left the recorder running and went outside to get some fresh air. Later, when the evidence was analyzed, we heard another small child say as we left, “They’re gone.” It was great to see that sprits were beginning to interact with us. There were many more and stories and updates will be published about this unknown little Quaker School soon. Conclusion, this location turned out to be very active indeed and will only get better with time. The owner of the school, Mr. Scott Holmes, passed away recently, and I would like to dedicate this story to him and his personal school, which he attended as a child. May he rest in peace.
In Loving Memory of
Scott Oakley Holmes

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a Gift from beyond the Grave
by Belinda

On Friday September 5, 2003 my sister, Donna Tyler passed away from an accidental over dose of prescription medication.  It was our custom to get together for coffee each morning, but that morning she didn't stop by the house. By that afternoon her daughter, our niece and I were wondering why, so I went to her house where I found her. She had been gone since about 7:30 that morning.

It was awful, as you can imagine. After calling 911 we had to wait there for the coroner and I spent that time with her, saying my good byes.  The next 24 hours were a blur of phone calls and preparations. We have a family of 8 children and our dad was still with us at that time, so it was to put it mildly-- horrid.

Being the nearest family member our house was the one that everyone gathered at our house. On Sunday morning we were expecting family members from out of state so I got up early to make coffee. What I found was amazing and constituted proof of life after death; as far as I am concerned.

In my locked kitchen, on my otherwise spotless countertop was the anklet that Donna had been wearing when she died: The one that I saw on her ankle when the coroner carried her body away.

To be sure; I showed it to my niece, her daughter and her grand daughter who had not only bought it for her for Mother's Day that year, but who wore an identical piece of jewelry. It was the same.

To top it off, the coroners office had it listed with her effects, but have not been able to find it to this day.

It was a gift from beyond the grave, from Donna, to tell me that she is still with us and reassure us all that we will see each other again.

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FULDA,  GERMANY by Cloud Dancer

Being married to a career soldier meant alot of traveling for us and we did get to see some pretty interesting places. Contrary to popular opinion alot of Army bases overseas are not located in the tourist towns, but are usually off in small villages and hamlets.
  Our first overseas post  was at a smallish town called Fulda, in the Tann-Rhone Gap area of the German Alps.The town was very old with Roman fortifications and evidence of settlements going back to 2,000BC.The post was primarily a radar site, but we did have missle launchers there.The problem is we were only 6 seconds air time from the border.So by the time a crossing was confirmed, we had about enough time to say it's comming before getting hit.
 Because the post was so small, quarters were primarily for the essencial troops and officers.Ones that were going to be needed close in the event of an attack.Most everyone else lived off post in various apartment buildings.We had a small place a short walk from post and when the weather warmed up I enjoyed getting outside with my small son and walked into the post about every other day.
  There was however one spot I avoided like the plague.On the first nice day I could, I bundled up Stephen and started the walk into the post to suprize my husband.I knew the route as it was the one the bus also took, but this was the first time I was going to walk it, and do a little sight seeing.
  Fulda has a rich Christian history and is the burial place of Saint Boniface, one of the first missionaries of the Catholic Church in the area. He helped build St.Michael's Church there before being martyred. The Church is unusual ( another story there) but for now I'll just tell you that it was built in 969 AD.However it's the cathedral that is next to it that really gets your attention. It was started in 1081 AD, and finished in 1102 as the final tomb and resting place of the saint.There are also alot of stories about it ( and I will tell more of them later), but it's what is outside the cathedral that caused such a ruckus for me.
 The courtyard to the cathredral is a half moon shape, with the main doors at the center of the flat side.Directly opposite is a square stone pillar, that acts like a sundial.Having ridden by it for a few months by bus,I  got to the point of being able to guess the time quite accuratly.On this day I decided to cut across the courtyard and down through the park that ended a few hundred feet from the post.As I got close to the pillar,I was overcame with a strong sense of terror, then extreme pain.I could hear screams, smell fire, and the sickening odor of burned meat. I backed away from the pillar in a hurry, and was forced to sit down until the nausea and terror faded.
   There was nothing that I could see anywhere around me that would have caused this.The town was quiet, there was certainly no smoke in the air, and the nearest restaurant was not open yet.I stood up and tried once again to walk by the pillar.20 feet from it the sensations returned, this time strong enough to take me to my knees.I forced myself up and got out of there in a big hurry.
  A couple days later my hubby and I were invited to take a tour of the cathedral with an English speaking guide.We gathered in the center of the court yard,the hair on the back of my neck standing up from just looking at the pillar.I listened as the guide told us that the pillar was indeed used as a sundial, but was also put to a more sinister purpose. 
  She led us to the side of the church where a large slab of granite was placed on the ground.On it was carved a series of skulls. Under the slab were the remains of those that had had been burned as witches. For every skull, there had been 10 deaths.There were 200 skulls on it. The church was doing so many burnings a month that wood for the central post to tie the witches to had become scarce.So they erected the stone pillar to serve both as sundial, and a place to burn those convicted.
    In the 3 years that we were stationed there I avoided the pillar and the granite slab from then on.
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TISH

Strange things have always seemed to haunt my family, so when my hubby and I were dating, I warned him that he might have them happen to him as well. Bear is a no nonsense type of guy and to him ghosts and strange happenings have a logical explaination.Or rather he was that way.Since being part of the family he has since changed his mind.
 Not long after our engagment, Bear had the chance to spend the night,and wanting to get away from the barracks jumped at the chance.I warned him that things might get a little strange but he wasn't worried, and settled down to sleep.He was suprized how ever when the bedroom door opened, and he heard foot steps go across the room to the bath room.The door to the bath room shut, the light went on, then off the door opening again, the steps go back across the room and the bedroom door shut again.
   Knowing I was doing alot of work on special effects for haunted houses in the area, he chuckled and said nice try honey.The problem was that it was not a special effect, it was the family ghost doing her nightly routine.
  Tish has been a part of my life since I can remember.We know who she is where she is buried and how she died.She chooses to stay with our family due to a promise she made before she died. She can be mischieious at times but all in all is a nice ghost.
  I told Bear that what he saw was Tish, and he just laughed.. I told him he'd better apologize or she could make things rough for him.Still chuckling he settled down and was soon asleep.
  The next morning his internal alarm woke him up,and rather than disturbe anyone decided to get up and make coffee.He was half asleep, standing there watching the coffee brew, when the temperature in the room dropped suddenly.The hair on his neck stood up and with a cops instinct knew someone was behind him.He turned around and saw a girl standing behind him.She appeared as solid as you and me, but that's the only normal thing.. she was dressed in a dark blue pilgrim style dress, complete with white starched cap on her head.She calmly looked him in the eyes pointed her finger at him and said just one word, believe. She then vanished like flicking off a light switch.
   Big bad Bears reaction?? he let out a yell and ran down the hall to my room diving in bed with me, shaking like a leaf.It took me a good 10 minutes to coax the story out of him.Since then Tish has teased the heck out of him every chance she gets.He's learned to take it in stride though, and is now a firm believer in ghosts.

By Cloud Dancer
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Ghost Town
by Donna


I was traveling from Dallas to Hot Springs, Arkansas, with my 90lb chow dog, on an extremely hot summer day. I was on interstate 30, one mile from the Gurdon exit, when my van started making a horrible noise. Something was dragging on the highway and sparks were flying from under the van. I pulled over quickly, afraid of fire, and got out to check. Something was hanging down under the back of the van. Always one to push my luck to the limit, I had about $3.00 dollars on me and I was about an hour and a half ride away from my goal. Not knowing what I was going to do, I got my chow out of the van, and chained him to the passenger door, so when the van cooled off he could go under it for shade. I was terrified! I started walking up the interstate, figuring I could go to the Gurdon exit, looking for civilization, and help. I hadn't gone more than a few feet when a station wagon with a man, a woman and 3 children pulled over. The man ask what was wrong and I told him car trouble. He said "well, maybe we can help, where are you going?" I told them Hot Springs and he said "so are we, we will give you a ride" I said "ok." He said "didn't I see a dog back there?" I said yes and he said "Let's go get him." I couldn't believe my luck! This family was not only willing to help me, but my dog, too! The children got in the very back of the wagon, and gave my dog and I the back seat. The man told me they were going to Hot Springs for the weekend from a little town in Texas, where he was the chief of police. It was a pleasant enough trip and I considered myself fortunate to be with such a nice family. Imagine my horror when about a week later a female body was found in the woods approximately the same area where my van broke down. All together 3 bodies were found in as many weeks and they were calling them the interstate 30 murders! I no longer remember the name of the town in Texas, but did at the time and I was so thankful to my rescuers that I wanted to call and thank them. I never did get to because there was no such town in Texas!

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 Aunt Nancy's ghost
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> They were hard times, but the good old boys at the farm really didn't notice. Things didn't change much for rural families, and for those on the fringes of the families they changed even less.
> Jimmy wasn't actually an orphan. His mother was living, but she was a crippled lady with other young mouths to feed and as an able bodied young man he was capable of working for her relatives, so they took him in. He worked at whatever manual labor they told him to and in exchange he was allowed to stay with them. If he worked hard and didn't piss anyone off he was given his meals. It could have been worse and he knew it. Besides there were definite perks to being extraneous. Once his alloted work was done no one cared where he went or what he did, which; however sad, allowed the vibrant young man a certain amount of freedom he learned to love.
> If he expected to eat he showed up in time to do a days work. If he wasn't going to be at the table then nobody questioned where he was or what he was doing. Frequently he would go off with acquaintances and work for a few days or a few weeks for them and some of them paid him money on top of his room and board. When these short interludes were over he would turn back up at one of his 13 aunts or uncles homes, put in a days work and (most of the time) be fed.
> Jimmy had little love for most of these relatives, understandably. There were some of his cousins that he was fond of. First cousins Homer L. and Zelma, Willie & Naomi F. were exceptions. He loved them as ferociously as he would one day love his own children. Unconditionally. Their homes were havens for him. Two of the few places that he ever actually felt welcome.
> It was after one of his unquestioned absences from the family homesteads that he showed up at Cousin Will's house late one night. It was one of those wet, cold Missouri winter nights when your skin threatens to freeze off of your bones, and when he came into the kitchen of his Aunts house he warmed himself at the wood stove. The smell of coffee and heated wool engulfed him as he looked for left overs to stave off his hunger, then cold biscuit in hand he took himself off to his cousins room for the night. Will was not home that night, so he had the rope-sping feather tick all to himself. Warmed and with his stomach no longer empty he closed himself in the upstairs room and fell quickly to sleep.
> Jimmy didn't have time to believe in things he couldn't see, so the stories his cousin told about a ghostly women visiting his room at night were of no relevance to him. He laughed at the several different locks on the bedroom door, and didn't bother to engage a single one of them when he went to sleep. When a strong young man isn't afraid of anything known to man, a ghostly visitor isn't a consideration. That night when Jimmy heard someone coming down the hall his only thought was that his solitary bed would have to be shared. When the door opened and then closed he barely rolled over, but when his cousin didn't make a sound, or come to the warmth of the covers in the unheated room, jimmy rolled onto his back and opened his eyes.
> For the rest of his life Jimmy would not be able to tell you what he saw that night. He said it was a woman, but not one known to him. She was shimmering as if in the heat of a summer day, and he noticed that she was an older woman with her hair hanging loose on her shoulders. He never thought to look at what she was wearing. The stories Will told of the ghost he called Aunt Nancy flooded into Jimmy's head and in a flash he yanked the coarse wool covers over his head.
> The next thing he knew it was morning and when he woke he was still holding the covers in his fisted hands over his head. He would recall the night many times, but he would never be able to explain the phenomenon, but as Jimmy would swear he didn't believe in ghosts. Not even when looking one right in the face.

Written by Belinda Clark-Ache
as told to her by
William James Clark
September17, 1919 - December 03, 2003
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I had many experiences with misplaced objects when we lived at our old house in Nicholasville.  We had an entity there, we were pretty sure it was a small child.  Anyway, I had noticed things missing and, like most other folks, I just put it off to a bad memory.  One day I was in the kitchen chopping vegetables for dinner.  I was using a good-sized knife that had a yellow handle, and my cutting board was mahogany.   I laid the knife down to get something from the fridge, came back and the knife was gone. 

My daughter Jessi, who at the time was 17, was washing dishes a few feet away so I thought maybe she had picked it up to wash thinking that I was finished with it.  I asked her if she had, and she replied "No".  So, naturally, I thought she was pulling my leg, but she insisted she hadn't.  She helped me look around for it, we searched high and low and didn't see it anywhere in the kitchen, we even pulled out the stove to look under it!  There was no sign of it anywhere.  Frustrated, I turned back to get another knife from the drawer which was under the cutting board, and there sat my knife on top of that dark cutting board with it’s yellow handle shining brightly.

I turned to my daughter, who had noticed the knife as well, and said “You saw that, right?  It wasn't there before.”

She said, “No, Mom, it wasn't there before.  That is just wild!”

And I said “Thank God!  Someone else finally witnessed it!  I thought I was losing my mind!”

From that time on whenever something disappeared I would appeal to our ghostly guest for its return, and we would find the missing item usually in the same place we thought it was supposed to be. 

I guess he had a sense of humor, and just wanted to be included in our family somehow.

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Subject :   Ohio Hauntings
 
When I was about 14 or 15, I lived with my mom, dad and brother, in a
small house in Massillon, Ohio.  Our house was built in 1917 (one year
before the ending of World War 1).

When we moved in, everything was fine...at first.  Then, late at night,
I would hear these REALLY LOUD footsteps walking up and down the wooden
basement steps.  (My bedroom was right next to the basement).  No one
else could hear this but me. 

So, it got to the point, that everytime I heard these footsteps, I just
didn't say anything to my family.

Well, one