Thanks for visiting ! For my returning readers , I 'd just like to say thank you for coming back ! My blog is really " picking up speed " lately , ( meaning I 've had more visitors than I expected ) and it 's all because of YOU ! Without you , this blog would be pointless , so just know that your visits are very appreciated ! : ) If this is your first visit here , then welcome to the playhouse ! I hope you 'll enjoy the stories here , and will become a regular ! : ) Now , one more thing I wanna mention before we get started on today 's tales . . . Lately , I 've noticed that the font sometimes changes in between paragraphs . ( Like it 'll suddenly go from " Times " to " Arial " for no reason at all ! ) And for the life of me , I can 't figure out why it 's doin ' it , or how to fix it ! ? ! ? ! Anyway , I just wanted to let you know that I am aware of it , and I will investigate it further - In the meantime , I hope it won 't be too distracting . ( Just try to enjoy the stories . . . and maybe if you ignore it , it 'll go away ! ; ) Ok folks , with out further delay , I give you our first trippy tale of the day . . . The Witches of Liverpool By Jennifer @ " your true tales " A family of women is terrified by three nights of poltergeist attacks ! It has been documented that poltergeist activity often centers around girls and young women . For some reason , their particular energy stimulates this psychic phenomenon . And when a houseful of women are gathered , it 's possible that their combined energy can produce some remarkable poltergeist psychokinesis . At least , that 's one theory . Or was it some kind of spirit activity that plagued Jennifer , her two sisters , and their mother ? This is Jennifer 's story . . . " My father and grandfather both died in 1967 when I was four years old , leaving my mum with three girls under 13 to raise . We had a traditional residual haunting by my grandfather for many years after that , so I grew up in a " haunted house " in suburban Liverpool , NSW , Australia . We had both full - bodied apparitions and noises as experienced by us , friends , and neighbors ( so we didn 't feel too crazy ! ) but it wasn 't until all of us girls had matured and I finally entered my teen years , that we then moved into poltergeist activity as well . My sisters and I now all live in different states , but I 've concluded that we 're a bit like " The Witches Of Eastwick " and every time we three live under the same roof , trouble follows ! The haunting peaked when we were younger , but when my much older sisters returned home from failed marriages and we were all together again . . . we weren 't disappointed ! Furniture moved , rearranged itself , and things fell without cause - the " usual " poltergeist activity . THE FIRST ATTACK : SURROUNDING THE HOUSE This activity peaked one night in 1977 when my eldest sister and my mum stayed up late to have a talk . Our house was built up high and ended in full - length French windows that overlooked the yard . One of the windows was a door that led to some steps down into the yard . As they sat at the dining room table talking , my elder sister , Wendy , heard something at the glass . Mum thought it may have been moths or something hitting the glass , so she drew the curtains . Not long after that , there was a loud bang ! They got up and opened the curtains and had a look around , but there wasn 't anything to be seen . When they sat back down , there were more bangs on the glass and Mum told Wendy it was just kids and to ignore it . Wendy begged Mum to call her boyfriend to come over ( we were a house full of women and children ) , but Mum looked at the bottle of whisky they 'd been drinking and thought he 'd make fun of them for being drunk ! So she refused . The bangs got worse and worse until they stopped , suddenly . Then there was noise in the driveway that ran down the side of the house . My mother described it as a swoosh , like when you flick a long baton or cane rod through the air , and then an impact on the foundations of the house . The women could feel the floor shake every time it hit . Mum said it was heavy like a chain being swung through the air . It passed around a heavily gated corner without pause and started along the brick work under the French windows . Neither dared look through the curtains . Mum climbed in the kitchen sink trying to look down through the window at what was going on , but it was too dark . The sound traveled along the back of the house , even changing tone when it moved from the brickwork of the foundation to the cement steps of the laundry door . They could hear it going toward the far end of the house . All Mum could think was , " I cannot let this go all the way around the house . " So she ran out the front door , across the front lawn , and down the other side of the house to meet it . . . Our front lawn has prickles and Mum didn 't feel any of them in her bare feet ! But now Wendy was screaming , so Mum ran back in again . Wendy was now across the other side of the house on the lounge , absolutely terrified . She told Mum that as soon as she left , the noise had doubled back and reasserted its attentions at the windows . Then , just as mysteriously as it had started , it stopped . In the morning , there was dirt caking the back of the house . That was what had been hitting the house , but there was no source in our yard or neighboring yards for this particular kind of caked clay dirt . Little did we know this was only the first of three nights of this kind of activity . The second event , a week later , took place when I was alone in the house . I had just got out of the shower when I heard the first bang ! I was now 14 , and I knew what it was . The poltergeist had returned . I made sure the curtains were closed and the back doors were locked ; I tried to turn the TV up , but this was just too loud . I really started to get distressed , and I started to pray . The good Lord was quick to answer my prayer , because suddenly , the phone rang . Uncharacteristically , Mum had felt like checking up on me , and I told her the ghost was there and to get home ASAP ! As I hung up , my middle sister , Kerry , also had the same intuition to call , and I told her the same . Kerry got home first and put me to bed . The commotion was still going on in the backyard when my sister ran out and started abusing " it " . I was just worried that the neighbors would complain about the bad language ! It sounded like scratching and seemed that it was trying to open the wooden sashes . I couldn 't believe it and called to my sister . At the time , she told me nothing was there , and to calm down . It took her another 15 years for her to admit there was something at my window . She could see it , but she couldn 't tell that to a hysterical 14 - year - old girl at the time . A week later , we were all together watching TV when we heard the first bang ! We waited for Mum 's boyfriend to react ( because he thought we were a little crazy ) , so we felt a bit better when he heard it too . This time , however , there was safety in numbers and we weren 't afraid , just intrigued . We all went down the stairs and searched the yard , though my two dogs snarled and barked at the top of the steps and refused to enter the yard . We all came back in the house and . . . bang ! This activity was getting a bit boring now , and only Kerry and I stayed to watch it ; everyone else had gone back to watching TV . I noted that the dirt would appear out of the darkness into the light generated by the house . Even though our house was built up , the dirt came in a straight line , which seemed odd : for kids to be able to throw dirt in a straight line at these windows , they would have had to be 20 feet off the ground somewhere directly in line with these windows ! As the dirt wasn 't the kind from ours or neighboring yards , if it was kids , they were bringing their own dirt with them ! I knew the dogs in the neighboring yards were outdoor dogs , and not particularly nice , and I certainly wouldn 't have been going through there in the dark . Also , when the dirt was peaking , it was hitting every second or two at times . How fast were these " kids " ? During an experiment ( which scared my mother to half to death ! ) I had proved it was possible to throw dirt at the window , but for any accuracy , you had to be close enough to be seen in the backyard lights , and we couldn 't see anyone within throwing distance because the area was illuminated . Like many young couples with a new baby , Sheri and her husband just wanted a nice home for their growing family . They thought they found it . . . until a series of terrifying events drove them away and they learned of the building 's horrible secret . This is Sheri 's story . . . " In July , 2001 , four months after the birth of our son , my husband and I decided it was time for a bigger apartment . Through an Internet search , we found some apartments to look at , but when we got to the building , there no one was in the office . As we were leaving , we noticed there was a duplex across the street for rent . We pulled into the driveway to check it out . As it turned out , it was perfect for our little family - exactly what we were looking for . This was in Richardson , Texas , not far from Dallas . We planned our move for September . The Voices Before we had even moved all of our stuff in , I noticed strange things happening , but I always tried to explain them away . The first incident was the day we received the keys . My husband was at work so I went over to the duplex with my son in tow to clean the place before we started moving everything over . I put a blanket down for my son in his room and lay him there with some toys to keep him busy while I cleaned . I vacuumed the living room and then went to check on my son . He had fallen asleep , so I cleaned the kitchen . I noticed there were all kinds of dishes in the cupboards ; I just figured the previous tenants had forgotten them , so I put them aside so we could give them to the owner . Then I went back to the bedroom and saw that my son was still sleeping soundly and figured I had just enough time to clean the bathroom before he woke up for a bottle . While I was cleaning the bathroom , I could hear muffled voices , as if two people were having a conversation somewhere in the house . I checked our bedroom , my son 's room , the living and dining room , but of course , my son and I were the only ones there . I just figured it must have been the people next door . Just then my son woke up , so I gathered up our things and we went home . Little did I know , that stranger things were in store for us . . . We got moved and settled into the house and nothing else happened until after my son 's first birthday . My husband and I were in bed , and my son was in his crib in his room . I had the baby monitor on and I heard my son moving around like he was about to wake up . I sat up and listened , and sure enough , he woke up screaming like he had had a nightmare . I went to his crib and tried to comfort him . I tried everything , but he would not stop crying . I took him into our living room to rock him back to sleep . A few minutes later , my husband came out into the hallway and asked what I was doing . I told him I was trying to get the baby back to sleep and he said , " Playing with his toys is not going to put him to sleep . " I asked my husband what the heck he was talking about ? " You left the monitor on and I keep hearing all the toys go off , " he said . We both went into our son 's room to find the toy that my husband was hearing , but to our surprise every single toy was in the off position . We turned to go out of the room and my husband turned off the light . At the exact moment that the light cut off , three of my son 's toys switched on - lights flashing and music playing . My husband quickly hit the light switch again , and as soon as the light came on , all was silent . He went back and checked all the toys again . The switches were all still in the off position . We were pretty freaked out , so we left the light on in our son 's room and went to our bedroom . The Crucifix and More After that night , our dogs would stand in the hallway and bark into my son 's room , yet they would never go in it . Even if I stood in the room with their box of treats , they would just sit in the doorway and stare at me . Other little things happened every now and then . The mini - blinds on the windows would bend down as if someone were looking out them . Dark shadows moved across my son 's room when there were no lights that would cause such shadows . Objects would inexplicably fly off the shelf in the hall closet . We would hear scratching noises that sounWhat He Heard I said okay . " Right before the baby woke up , " my husband told me , " I heard a voice whisper on the monitor , ' Go ahead ! ' " Well , even though I promised my husband I wouldn 't let it freak me out , I did get scared , and from then on , our son slept in bed with us . After that incident , my husband and I each had eerie experiences at night . We would be awakened from sleep by someone whispering in our ears . At this point , we wanted badly to move , but couldn 't break our lease . Then things started getting worse . . . We began to smell a rotten odor throughout the whole house . At first , I thought it was something in the trash , but the smell only got worse when my husband took it out of the house . Then we thought perhaps it was the garbage disposal , so I poured bleach down it . That didn 't make the smell go away either . It almost smelled like an animal or something had died and was rotting . We complained about it to the owner , so he had someone check out the attic . They couldn 't find anything . We cleaned the entire house top to bottom and started using air freshening plug - ins to cover the smell . Nothing ever made it completely go away . Remember , this building was a duplex , and the odd part , was that no one could smell anything in the adjacent house . Then we suddenly started noticing cracks appearing in the walls over doorways . The owner had someone come check out the foundation , and as usual , the guys could find nothing wrong with it ; they had no explanation for the cracks . Also , no cracks appeared in the walls of the adjacent house . We were finally coming up on the last month on our lease and I was very much looking forward to moving . I broke the news to the next door neighbor that we were moving and she asked why we weren 't renewing our lease . " You are going to think I am crazy , " I said , then told her all about the strange things that had been happening to us . She didn 't say a word when I was done with my story . " I knew you weren 't going to believe me , " I said , and turned to go inside . She stopped me and said , " I 'm not supposed to tell you this , but someone was killed in there . " I was a little surprised to hear this , but found out from her , that three years before my husband and I rented the place , a teacher lived there with her male roommate . One night the roommate got into an argument with the woman , strangled her and then committed suicide . The owner cleaned the place up , but couldn 't rent it because every time he had told people what had happened in there , no one wanted it , which was his excuse for not mentioning it to us . What was in that apartment ? I believe that the spirit there was a good one as I never felt like I was in danger , only a bit scared or freaked out by it all . I think maybe the spirit was just trying to communicate in some way . My husband thinks that she was trying to play with our son as the toys always went off by themselves , whether or not their switches were turned on . In any case , my husband and I were so glad to be getting out of there ! We just left and never looked back ! " " Impersonation " By Alex @ " your true tales " " Everyone in this house has seen something that looks like one of us , but not exactly the same . It even imitates our voices , too . My sister says that it even copied my girlfriend in a certain way . Now this story also ties into the black - eyed people , which first started out with my brother . Its starts out more than seven years ago with my brother , his girlfriend at that time , and my sister . Whenever my brother would get into an argument with his girlfriend or would just get real mad , she would see something in her room that looked like him , but it was pale white , had no expression , and black eyes . One night she said she woke up at night and saw the apparition or what ever it is , come out of her closet and leave her room . She got up to follow it to her parents ' bedroom , and then she said that it was lying in between her parents , as it slowly turned around and looked at her . She then ran to her room and locked her door . My sister didn 't know about this experience his girlfriend had , and told us that sometimes when she would be asleep , she would wake up and see the same figure sitting down by her bed . She was little then , so she didn 't realize what it was . She thought he was really there looking over her until , she said , that she could never see his eyes . Now my brother 's girlfriend had seen that figure about seven or eight times , once even when my brother was in the same room with her ! That was the last time she saw that figure . Recently , it started with my sister . I had moved out when she said these occurrences were taking place . It started out one night when she woke up to knocking at her door , and my oldest brother calling her . When she got up and opened the door , no one was there - just complete darkness . She told me this happened several times , to the point that she wouldn 't even open her door at a certain time of night , unless someone was up there with her . She told everyone there , but no one wanted to believe her . Sometimes she wouldn 't go to sleep until it was daylight . Last year , I moved back in and she told me that I could take her room because she didn 't want to be in that room . I heard all the stories , and told her that I wasn 't scared of anything like that . I told her these things are like animals : they can sense fear , and when they do , that 's when they bother you or harm you . Well , about three days later , I woke up to something knocking underneath my bed . I knew it couldn 't be possible , because my bed is less than a foot off the floor . I ignored it and went back to sleep . A couple of weeks later , it was around nine or nine - thirty , my sister was showing my mother something on the computer and I went to go talk to them . I then went to the bathroom to take a shower , they both told me that less than five minutes later , they saw this pale figure that looked like me , run out of the middle room ( the room was empty - my oldest brother had moved out . ) It was hunched over like it was trying not to be seen , and then it turned around and the eyes were completely black . It 's mouth was open in a perfect circle that was also completely black . The figure ran towards the bathroom into the darkness . When I came out , they were both telling me about it at the same time . A couple of more weeks later on a Sunday , I woke up to knocking on my door , and in my father 's voice was telling me to get up for church . It went on for almost a minute , and like I always do I ignored it and went back to sleep . When I woke up again I started thinking about it and I snapped that they have never told me to get up on Sunday to go to church , and the other thing was that the knocking was coming from the bottom part of the door . When they got back I asked them if any of them was knocking on my door , and they both told me no . I then told them what ever was bothering Diane ( my sister ) was trying to mess with me too . The following month , I came home from work one day , and my sister asked me if my girlfriend was here . I told her no , then asked why . She said that as she was walking up the stairs , she heard something run to my room . As she got to the doorway , she saw that the door was open a little and then she saw something that looked like my girlfriend walking around in the room . She then went to her own bedroom . When she got there , she saw whatever it was that had just been in my room . She said that it looked like her , but it was about six or seven feet tall , its arms were almost to its knees and it had black eyes and long blonde hair that covered its face ! The strange figure then ran back into my room , and Diane , ( frightened out of her wits ) ran downstairs . The next day , my ( real ) girlfriend was going downstairs and when she turned around , she saw a shadowy figure by the stairs and my sisters room . She started banging on my wall , but when I got out of the room , nothing was there . The last thing that happened , was about a month ago . I heard my parents leaving , but I didn 't here my sister go with them . at the same time I was going to leave , I told my girlfriend that I didn 't want to leave my sister there alone . Now I thought she was there because I heard her voice in her room talking and laughing , and someone moving around in there . . . I knocked on her door about three times , then I kicked it , and still no answer . We went ahead and left , and got back in less than 30 minutes . When my parents got back , I asked them if Diane had gone with them , and they said yes . I then told them what I heard . A couple of days later , I heard it again , but I just ignored it . You can believe it or not , but I know what I 've seen , and the similarity with those black - eyed people is kind of strange because I never heard of those stories until now . "