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I have always been into the paranormal and come from a long line of sensitives/telepathics and have had several paranormal experiences throughout my life.
The story I am about to share is a cautionary tale to those who may be wanting to rent or buy a property to do as much research as possible. I wish that my husband and I had.
I moved from Ohio to Massachusetts to get a fresh start. After being in Massachusetts for a while and finding myself, I met the person that I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Charlie and I dated for a year. Then, after getting married, we started looking for a place to rent and call our own.
It was not long before we found a beautiful little house in a very quiet neighborhood. The house was very overgrown but had a lot of potential, so Charlie and I decided to jump on in. To give a little bit of layout of the house, it is three bedrooms—the master bedroom and a fairly large bedroom upstairs and a very small bedroom off of the dining room. All was well and we adjusted to the moving in process, but not long after we started to notice strange occurrences little by little.
The first to happen was when Charlie was upstairs in bed while I was downstairs browsing the internet and watching tv (being the terrible insomniac that I am). All of a sudden Charlie came running at breakneck speed down the stairs and asked if I had just been up there. Of course, my response was no. He went as pale as could be and told me that he has been lying in bed dozing in and out and felt the blanket being pushed up so that his feet were out and a cold hand had caressed his foot.
Shortly after that, we moved our bedroom into the much smaller bedroom downstairs, however, the activity continued. We would hear heavy footsteps going up and down the stairs, have bowls and pans spin clockwise while untouched on the counters, see a dark full-bodied figure walk past our bedroom door and disappear, a knife being lifted and thrown across the kitchen by an unseen force, having our dogs bark intently into the corner of our room at something we can not see, and, while outside, looking up into the window of the master bedroom, we saw an elderly lady staring down at us.
Finally, Charlie and I talked with our neighbors to see if they could give any insight to the previous owner of this house or the previous owners. We found out that this house was built in 170’s and the elderly lady that owned this house died here at the age of one hundred and one years old. We have no doubts in our mind that the spirit in the house is that of the previous owner so I set out to go upstairs and try to make peace with her. I told her that I know this is her house, but now it is our house too and we must make peace with each other so that we can cohabitate or if she wants help crossing over and going to the light where her loved ones wait for her I would be happy to help her. I also told her that Charlie and I want to keep the house nice and she is welcome to stay if she likes, but she cannot be doing anything that is harmful in any way.
We continue to live in the same house and once in awhile she makes herself known, but things are a lot more peaceful.
So about two weeks ago, my younger sister started hearing voices. I’ve always believed in the supernatural and paranormal, so naturally it came up in conversation this past Wednesday. It was her, myself, and a friend of hers on my family’s back porch, telling each other scary stories that have happened to us.
She told us about this voice she keeps hearing. It’s deep and masculine and it calls to her at night in her room, telling her to come outside. She says the voice does not yell, but it is loud enough to hear clearly from outside in the middle of our yard. Our property is about 1,200 square feet and our house is a single story. Our driveway is short and made of gravel, and extends all the way into our backyard, ending at the foot of our back deck’s steps.
Anyway, Thursday night after we all got home from our daily activities, I thought I saw something moving in the small patch of trees in our backyard. Now, my Dad doesn’t live at home, and my Mother had just left to go tanning. I was the only adult home to supervise my two sisters and their friend. So when I saw the movement I went in my sister’s room and told them to stay in the house until I came back inside. Being teenagers they of course ignored me and went straight on my back deck.
They all went inside after I didn’t find anything back there, but just as they got in the house, something threw me through the air a good five feet. I’m 5″10 and 180 lbs, so to be thrown through air is not something I’ve experienced as an adult. Well, I, of course, lost my mind and ran into the house, losing a shoe in the process. About ten minutes went by and I realized I would need my shoe for work the next day. I leashed my 102 pound pit bull and went to retrieve my shoe. I’m not afraid to admit I was terrified of going back out there alone.
When I reached the back deck however, my pittie refused to follow me into the backyard any further. He sat and held his leash in his mouth, which he does when he wants us to know he’ll stay without being told. His ears were back, and although he wouldn’t come with me, his eyes followed me the whole time. He knew we were both in danger. I grabbed my shoe, told him to come as I sprinted back into the house, and he beat me to the front door.
I got back inside and my sister’s friend told me she saw me get thrown. She said she ran to get my sisters when it happened, but only my sister who hears the voice believed me. I asked her to look at my back as I thought I’d cut it in the fall, and she screamed and ran off. I immediately went to the bathroom to look and I had four very long scratch marks running down the length of my back.
At this point three of us are freaking out and we all need a smoke break, so we go out to the front porch. My youngest sister (the non-believer) goes in the house to get her lighter, and two seconds later is back out the door yelling that there was something looking into our back window.
Our front door leads into a small hallway and directly across the full length of the house is an unobscured view of said window, which slides open and has no blinds or curtains. The only problem is that in order for her to see the head and shoulders of someone or something looking into that window, they would have to be over 7 feet tall. Now we’re all freaking out and we decide to stick together, since it only seems to appear to one person at a time.
We stayed on the front porch and eventually I say, “So we’re just gonna sit out here with this thing all night?” Immediately after I say this, we hear immensely heavy footsteps running towards the front yard from the side of our house with the driveway extension. We all haul ass in the house because gravel was flying and we saw literally nothing but could hear it running straight for us.
Later, my mother got home and blessed the area I was attacked at with sage and she also blessed my sister’s physical body and spirit in accordance with her Native heritage. I am scared out of my mind, because even though this thing doesn’t appear to be able to get in the house ( most likely due to the blessing my mother did after things started moving on their own) it CAN get us outside. I do not own a car, so I have to walk home from work late at night, which means this thing has plenty of time to attack me again. Same situation with my sister. If anyone has any experience in this area please help us.
So something strange just happened to me and my grandma. We stayed up ‘til just before 4am tonight watching The Walking Dead. She’s never seen it before, so we’ve been binging until really late so she’ll be caught up for the new season. After we turned the tv and all the lights off, she went to her room and I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I was almost done when I heard 3 light knocks right behind me. Now our bathroom is connected to the master bedroom—my grandparents room.
I heard the knocks on that door, and assumed it was my grandma coming into the bathroom, just checking if I was in there. I said “Yeah?” but got no response. So I exited, and went to the living room to let my dog out to potty. She then comes out of her room and asks what I wanted.. Confused, I asked what she meant. She said she heard me knock. I said “..no, I heard YOU knock, I thought you wanted to get into the bathroom.”
She just looked at me. Turns out we both heard 3 quiet, distinct knocks. I heard it on the door to her room, behind me, and she heard it on her bedroom door, which leads to the hallway. We searched the house to make sure no one broke in, but found nothing. Does anyone know what this could have been? The knocks came at around 4:10 am. She has a deceased son and a son that is missing for almost a year now. Could this be one of them reaching out? Or a death in the family? The only child she has left is my father, and I’m terrified that we may lose him. I also have a very old aunt and uncle, so I’m dreading hearing the phone ring in the coming days.
The House by the Cemetery
I have a fair share of scary ghost stories. But this one is by far the most scariest I’ve experienced.
This happened a year ago. Me and my best friend Bella and her little sister and brother went on a trip to their grandparents’ house where we spent the night. In the day, the place wasn’t so scary. Heading into the backyard, I was shocked to see that their backyard was right next to a cemetery but I was fascinated at the same time.
Her grandpa helped us set up an old tent they used for camping. We both thought this was gonna be pretty chill. It soon became night and she and I were still awake watching Jaws. We decided to go out back to the swing set. We sat down across from each other and started to swing, the small lantern we had sat on the floor rocking.
We started talking about random things like school, relationships, videogames. Just normal things teenagers talked about, but then we started talking about ghost scary stuff. Bella used to live in a haunted house with a demon who tried to kill her and her family, so she told me stories about it.
As she was speaking, I saw something in the cemetery that caught my eyes and my head drifted towards it, my eyes were wide when I saw this faceless, horned thing looking at us in the darkness.
“What are you looking at?” Bella asked me. I refused to take my eyes off of it. “Do you see it?” I replied. Bella turned in the swing and stumbled falling off the swing. The closest place was the tent we had set up. Grabbing the light, we both bolted to the tent fumbling to zip up the door.
Within the sleeping bags, we both were shaking. My phone was almost dead, but it didn’t matter. I started to play a playlist on my phone to try and help us forget. As the music was playing, we could hear the fence rattle like something wanted to climb over it. Shortly after, we heard a bull-like huff sound and thud away.
The night dragged on and we fell asleep to the soft music playing. In the morning, we quickly grabbed our things and headed inside to tell everyone what had happened that night. Bella’s grandparents were skeptical but her sister and mother knew better.
Henry the Hitchhiker
A couple of years ago, I was working the night shift. I was on my way to work around 12am when I was stopped at a street light. I was the only person on the road so I was getting impatient waiting for the light to change.
As I was sitting there, I heard a knock on my passenger window. I looked over, and there’s this older gentleman probably around 60 or so, just standing there. I roll down my window like an idiot, and ask him if he was okay. He just stands there, so I’m thinking he’s drunk or maybe has something wrong with him. I ask him again. Still no answer.
Finally, he says can you give me a ride? Keep in mind that the light has already changed twice so I should’ve gone already. I asked where do you need me to take you? The guy said just up the street not far from here, I said okay but if it’s farther I have to drop you off because I’m going to be late for work. I said get in.
Again, I was worried if he was drunk—I didn’t want him getting hit or getting hurt some other way. The man got in. As soon as I started to drive, I asked him his name and other small talk while he just sat there.
Finally, he answered my name is Henry. I said, pleased to meet you, Henry. Are you sure you’re okay? You really shouldn’t be walking out at night in the road you could get hit.
Henry just sat there, saying nothing. It was a cool night, not freezing, but I noticed that Henry was shivering. I asked if he wanted me to turn the heat on he said yes please. After about 10 minutes of driving, I asked Henry if we were getting close to his house because I had to get to work, he just sat there. Finally he said STOP!!
So I stop the car, and he said we’re here. I look around and there’s nothing but fields on both sides. I asked him here? He said yes please. He gets out and starts walking down the street. I’m thinking to myself, what the heck?
As I’m about to get out of my car to go see what he’s doing, he stops in the middle of the road and just stands there. At this point I’m getting worried/frustrated that I’m going to be late, so I just put my car in drive and slowly start to drive away. When I look in my mirror, I see Henry following me. I look down because I get a notice on my phone, and when I look up again Henry is gone.
Now keep in mind, I only looked away for a couple of seconds there’s no way that a person could move that quick out of my sight. By this time I’m freaking out, so I speed up and get to work. When I get inside, I see one of my coworkers and he sees that I’m a little out of it, so he asks me what’s wrong.
I tell him my story and he goes oh, you’ve seen him, too. He explains that a bunch of people have seen that guy. He asks for a ride, and if you give him one, he’ll have you drive so far then stop and he’ll get out. If you tell him no, he will follow your car and when you look up in your mirror, he’s gone.
I’m like maybe I’m dreaming or just tired, so when I’m driving home after work it’s in the morning and I’m coming up to where I dropped Henry off, and wouldn’t you know it, in the far distance there is a small cemetery with around 10 headstones.
Needless to say, I quickly drove home and the next night I put in for a transfer to the day shift. If you find yourself alone at night stopped at a traffic light, take my advice and don’t give anyone a ride—you just don’t know who or what they really are!!
Hope you like the stories from these talented writers. There will be more to come. Enjoy your Wednesday, be blessed.
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