My mom died three months ago . She was old , she was sick , and it was her time . But she didn 't want to go . More then anything , she wanted to stay , just a little while longer . She cried on her deathbed . And sometimes , when I come home , it 's like I can feel her here . Like , I 've forgotten everything and she 's still here , and then when I remember it 's a shock . My wife says I 'm still getting used to her not being here . I say differently . I know it 's weird , but it 's commforting , all the same . But then things took a . . . sinister turn . Mother was always very possessive . She never did like my wife , although she refrained from speaking directly to her about anything . In death , she had no such qualms . My wife was pushed down the stairs by a ghostly hand , her jewelry went missing . A light exploded above her head . All perfectly explainable things . And soon it wasn 't just her . My Mother was always strict . She hated it when I put my feet up on the table . I did it in her absence , and spilled piping hot coffe on myself . I spent the rest of the day in the burn ward . We talked , my wife and I , and we moved . Everything conceavable went wrong . Nothing paranormal . A gust of wind smashing china . The movers getting a flat tire and having to postpone the day . Twice . I cut myself heavily whilst I shaved . A slip of the hand ? No . But once we were out , everything stopped . The new arrivals in our home have no complaints . I 'm having second thoughts on my opinion of Mother . I had one of the crumbiest Xmas holidays one year - in 1989 I 'd been in a pretty serious bicycle accident and spend a lengthy part of year end in hospital . By Xmas time I was recovering well , but still bed ridden . I 'd say it was pretty miserable being there during the festive season , but I was on the road to recovery , so it could be much worse ! It was one of those times I first heard it . Someone was sniggering . It was in my room - the other patients were asleep . But what made this strange was that the sniggering was coming from under my bed ! I put it down to my medication and nodded off . Nothing happened for a couple of days . Then , a few days before I was due to leave , I wake up one night with the strange feeling my sheets were being tucked in . Very tight . I didn 't want to open my eyes , but said ' Hello ' . No one answered but the tucking stopped . The next day the old guy in the bed across from me asked why my family had been visiting me late at night . That creeped me out . My family had gone back interstate the week before when I was on the mend . I asked him what he saw and he said it was a woman , dressed like a nun . The next night , the sniggering started again . I should mention that it sounded like a man - like a nasty , sinister kind of snigger . Like the guy was toying with me . I again tried to ignore it . I figured it was coming from the floor below . After a while , partly fed up , but mostly curious , I leaned off the bed and peered under it . Nothing . So I got comfy again , and started to nod off . That 's when my sheet got tugged and at the same time the male voice sneered " No " . Naturally I freaked . I yelled and woke everyone up . The nurse came in and - embarrassed - I said I 'd had a nightmare . When I packed to leave , I told the nurse about what had happened . She was new there and really sweet . She said she 'd heard weird noises in that ward since starting there . She 'd asked around and found out that there was an old matron who was said to wander the place at night and watch over people . Apparently she was stern , but kind . I bet she was the one tucking me in . One time me and my siblings were sitting down with my nana , who lives in Chester . She used to work at Chester City hospital . Here 's her story ( written in first person ) : It was a cold winter night whilst I was working in the hospital , and the snow was up to my knees . I couldn 't drive out of the hospital as the snow was far too deep . So we had to stay in the beds there where the night workers were . Me and my friend went up to the rooms . In the room I stayed in , it was said that the Old Matron of the hospital stayed there . I was very tired , so I went straight to sleep . Deeper on in the night I felt my blankets being pulled off . So I pulled them back on , and again , they were pulled off . I turned on my light , and no one was there , so I went down to the night nurses and told them what happened . I thought it was them playing a joke on me , but it wasn 't . So I went back up , expecting it to happen again . But it didn 't , so I went back to sleep . Next morning I shared my experience . But after that I forgot . This happened to 1 of my family , my aunt 's cousin . She was driving home one night when I don 't know possessed her to pass by the old cemetery by the river . Anyway , she was driving and just as she was passing , she lost control of the car and she felt something pulling her hair and she couldn 't stop the car . She was panicking , mostly because she realized the car was heading towards the river . Her mind was racing and her heart was beating loudly ( she told us ) and she didn 't know what to do and the car was a few minutes away from going into the river when she remembered something . . . she had matches in the car ! She began to pray in her mind while she felt for the matches . Finally , she found it and , still praying , struck a match . All of a sudden , the car stopped inches away from the river . She hair felt free and she once again had control over the car . She started the car and sped away from the cemetery . There were two results of that little experience , 1 ) she never passed there again and 2 ) she always carried matches with her . I once saw that and asked her about it , that 's when she told me this story . I 'm writing this Long after these experiences occurred and first and foremost I 'd like to apologize for any grammatical errors ( because I know they will happen ) . I 'm currently 18 bordering 19 and a senior in high school , these occurrences started when I was in about the 6th grade , I think . I was about 11 at the time I started noticing these things . And YES I 'm aware that doesn 't add up , I have a June birthday and was put to school early then held back in 7th so bleh . Most of this is a little foggy so pardon me if i don 't make much sense . I apologize for the length in advance ; this is basically a recap of the events that happened in the last 7 years of my life . I was in 6th grade when I first started to notice these occurrences , we were also living in Panama City , Florida at this time , and when I first started to notice foots steps behind me as I walked home from school each day , I am not sure when they started I just noticed them randomly one day and then they continued . I would turn around and see no one but instead of being scared I felt this odd feeling like I was not alone but not precisely in a frightening way , the same feeling as if you 're walking with a friend but aren 't paying attention to them . It was a little startling at first , but still comforting . It was a 10 minute walk through the neighborhood to my house from the bus stop and no one else lived in my direction so I suppose I was glad for the company . Every day I would hear those foots steps in the grass behind me walking me home to my house . When I was younger and even now I walk in the tall grass and hope to hear those footsteps , it was a comforting sound for someone walking alone . And every day I would walk to my door and the moment I 'd step out of that grass the footsteps would stop . And I have tried multiple times and know for fact there 's no mistaking , I would hear my own feet and those of larger feet behind me , they were never in unison with my own for a second . Almost every day for 6 years I heard those steps and was happy to hear them , FMPF - Horrorfest Sleepover One Saturday in March , Me , my girlfriend Jess , my sister / best friend Becky , my best friend James , and Emily were sleeping at Katie and Chris ' house for a horror movie sleep over . Her mum is awesome so she didn 't mind , even though we we 're 14 at the time , she trusted us . We watched a few mild horror movies first like Dead Silence and Drag Me To Hell and then went on to scarier films like The Exorcist and The Saw Trilogy . James and Becky are scared really easily so we turned the TV off and sat and bitched about people we don 't like . Later they were playing Just Dance on the wii and I was not going to embarrass myself like that so I sat there and laughed at them try to dance . Then I got to hot and needed abit of air so I and Katie went to ask her Mum if we could go out on the front for abit . She gave us the front door key and we out the door on the hatch so it could be opened from the outside . Then Katie , the stupid cow , told me about a dream she had were she was running outside at night and a man asked her to get inside his car . This scared the shit out of me and we were walking around the estate and it was round 12 : 00 am . Katie 's estate is pretty rough as it is and it 's probably likely for someone to get kidnapped . I then heard a rustle behind and shit one and started to run . Katie caught up and told me it was just a crisp packet so I felt stupid and never said anything until we got back home . We opened the front door and locked it and took the key to her Mum , then went into the living room and they didn 't even realise we had left . We started to tell each other about super natural occurrences that had happened to us , so I told them about the time I got possessed when I was three ( I stood up on my bed laughing hysterically and peed ) . I also told them about my Mum ; she used to see ghosts in our own house and once thought one were me . Then we all got excited and wanted to make and Ouija board , so we got out Katie 's laptop and typed in how to make a paper Ouija Board . We made one out of paper , I began toFMPF - Do you still like her , Sara ? My family and I moved to Kentucky in 2008 when I was 12 . My sister , Sara was then 8 . We both didn 't like the house we moved to but we were always told by mom that " SWEETIE , YOU WILL GET USED TO WITH THIS NEW STUFF " . But I never believed we would . Little did I know , I was right . Now let 's go back to the main story . On 1f March 2008 , Saturday morning , I was getting ready for my basketball practice . Sara was in the kitchen giving our little terrier some snacks . My parents weren 't home . Suddenly , I heard someone knocking on the front door . The knock wasn 't normal . It was like someone hitting it hard . Sara let go out the terrier and ran upstairs to my room . She was sweating and her eyes were like diamonds . She seemed like crying , so I hugged her tight . Then I slowly came down , and opened the door . I saw a little girl panting hard . She was not like the regular kids . She wore a torn old - fashioned frock and it was kind of made from some thick material . The color was dark , nearly black . She was so pale that in the light she looked almost white . She seemed approximately 10 years old . She was trying to tell something but she couldn 't for her panting . I let her come into our house while Sara made a cup of drink for her . Fifteen minutes later , she told us just a word . Soon as I started to ask some other questions she got up and ran to the attic . I got a little scared because we never opened the attic door after we moved down here in January . Sara and I followed her to the attic . I saw her sitting at the corner , moaning . When Sara asked her why she came up to the attic , all she said was that word , that still gives me goosebumps . All , after that what we later knew was she lived in the house before us . But she never explained when . She used to go away and again meet us in the backyard . She never told where she lived , who she is and what she wants . when we asked her she looked down upon the ground and didn 't talk . But she got to be Sara 's best friend . They used to hang around all day long . I didn 't know , why I didn 't liLost Voices Living in Wounded Knee you should know about the history of the whole Wounded Knee killing . Anyways when you 're a little kid you hear all kind of stories of how people see ghost or hear voices mine happened three months ago . I was walking home with my girlfriend we wanted to talk about leaving and going to live with my brother in Arizona . While we were walking we kept hearing a soft cry . Thinking it was a little kid I went to look for it . Half an hour later I said , " Let 's call the cops . " When we heard an a very loud cry it sounded as if someone was being dragged or beat . I started to scream around yelling for them to leave the person alone . Then we heard a loud scream that sounded like the person dying . My girlfriend grabbed my hand and said run I got to the house called the local police . And waited for any bad news the next day I got a call back saying they saw our footprints but no others , no body or drag marks . Thinking I imagined it , I said , " Okay thanks , " then called my grandmother . What she told me next was very shocking . Every now and then around eight or nine at night screams are heard at the grounds of the massacre . The cops always get calls about it but same thing , no bodies or anything . They call they it the lost voices of our ancient ones . Very scary if you hear it yourself . Once in the chilly night of December I was returning back from a late night movie show to my residence near railway station of " Bathinda " in a north Indian city . My bodybuilder room partner Harry was also with me . We were discussing about the movie , extraordinarily chilly nights of the season and our foolishness of missing last vehicle because of that we were forced to walk a long distance to our dwelling . Road was crossing through a vast uninhabited area . Suddenly we noticed that at about two furlongs distance from the road a man was moving in a circle and yelling at regular intervals " Be awoke and be alert " . We were little confused that why this man is doing a watchman duty in that deserted area . Because of cold it was a smoggy night . A lantern in that man 's hand was making it little possible to guess that man was carrying a stick in his other hand and he was covering his face with a blanket . We both discussed and concluded with two possibilities . Either he is a mad person or he is fully drunk , otherwise there is no logic in guarding a desolate piece of land . We decided to take him with us to the railway station where we will be able to offer him hot tea or coffee else because of tremendous cold he would definitely be dead during the night . We shouted very loud to call him to the road but he did not give any heed to our calls . He continued with his work of guard duty . Then Harry told me that we should go to him and persuade him to come along , we shouldn 't mind taking little pain of walking that distance to save a life . I agreed and we both proceeded towards that man . When we reached quite close to him Harry shouted to him " Who are you and what you are doing here ? " In a swift action he put his lantern and stick on the ground and sat facing that stick and lantern . I also shouted to him " Why you are not replying ? Please come with us we will take you to the railway station and offer you hot drinks and some eatables too . " But he did not reply . Then Harry told me that we should take him forcefully else because of his oA Traveling Spirit As a child I always held a deep interest for the paranormal , especially because I had experienced several rather small and insignificant episodes of paranormal activity . None of these episodes really bothered me until they began to intensify . When I was 9 years old , I was adjusting to a new house to which my family had recently moved . We had moved into a nice neighborhood with good people , but near historical land where battles had been fought . Not long after getting settled in the new home , I began to feel uncomfortable . There was something about that house that made me feel like I was always being watched . After hearing some strange noises and watching my normally quiet dog bark at nothing , I began to suspect something unusual going on in my new house . One night , while I was sleeping in my bedroom , I was awakened by my bedroom lights turning on , thinking it was my parents I glanced to my door but I saw nothing . I was extremely frightened by this event , and upon asking my mother about it the next day , she said she hadn 't come in my room . After this event occurred I began to have trouble sleeping ; I felt like there were always eyes on me . Because I wasn 't really sleeping I began to notice more things happening at night . One night while I was lying in bed awake , I heard a computer mouse clicking noise ; I had a computer that sat right across the room from my bed . As I looked towards my computer I saw the monitor light up and the mouse move across the screen . Immediately after I saw this , my desk chair moved about a foot and half away from my desk . I was frozen in fear . Many more events like this occurred while I lived in this house , but we moved away from it several years later . I was happy that I was going to get away from the spiritual chaos that I had experienced in my previous house , especially because we were moving to a different state . The first night after moving into my new house , I felt the same discomfort I had felt in my old house . I began to think that maybe I was just paranoid and there was truly nothJessica , AZ , USA I grew up in a house in a small town named Casa Grande , Arizona . The house was an older home , I estimate it was built in the 1960 's or so . When I was about 10 or 11 , I was sleeping in my twin sized bed with my bedroom door open . I used to feel trapped with the door closed when I was little and never had it closed . My bed was positioned on the opposite wall across from the door . In the middle of the night I woke up and rolled over from my right side , to my left side , in the process waking my little dog , Buster . When I looked towards the door , I noticed a man standing in the doorway . At this time , my parents were separated and my father was not living with us any longer . I noticed that this mans face was in shadow , as well as his feet , but the rest of his body were solid . He was wearing a striped t - shirt and dark pants . He was not see through in any way . As I watched him , I noticed that he appeared to be looking from my doorway to the other doorway across the hall from mine too . My mind started telling me , " you have to be dreaming " , " it 's a dream , it can 't be real " , so I rolled on my back and pulled the blankets over my head and kept telling myself that it wasn 't real . I finally got the nerve to pull the covers down past my eyes and take a peek at the door . I now saw the man standing slightly IN my room , but still in the doorway . I quickly yanked the covers back over my face , and rolled back onto my right side , facing the doorway so that I could easily peek again , plus , there was NO WAY I was going to turn my back on this guy . I braved yet another peek out of the covers , only to see with terror that he was in the middle of my room , standing completely still , each time I peeked he was motionless , he did all his moving when I wasn 't looking , like a cat stalking it 's prey . By this time , I was freaking out , thinking of ways to get out of my room , but too scared to move , to even call out for my mom . I looked one last time , and this time , I saw the man kneeling beside my bed , first his torso , then the shoulders as he kneeled , and then where his face should have been , I saw black . Nothing . I didn 't see a face , but I didn 't see through him either . I shot up out of bed like lightning and bolted for the light switch by the door , flipped the light on , whirled around to , but there was nothing . He had vanished . For weeks after this I was unable to sleep in my room . After I was able to sleep in my room again , I had to sleep with my door closed , there was no way I wanted to see him in the doorway again . I just want to point out that I have NEVER been interested in the supernatural , nor am I religious ; nothing unexplainable has ever happened to me or my family . I have always been a sceptic until this occurrence . Six nights ago I was coming home from my step - brother 's house at around 11 : 30pm and it usually takes 30 minutes to get home . I had been driving for roughly ten minutes now and I stopped at the train tracks to double check that no train was coming . I was sure that nothing was coming so I began to drive across the tracks when out of the corner of my eye I saw I black masculine figure , I quickly turned around to evaluate what is was . It was an abnormally tall man peering over and staring right at me through the car window . He had an evil sinister grin on his face and his eyes sloped . I was absolutely terrified and I thought that I was going to die . I immediately hit the gas but the car wouldn 't move , I quickly looked down to see what was wrong , everything seemed fine . Straight away I looked back up to the window to see if the thing had gone and to my surprise he had . I felt relieved . I was able to get the car to work . I had driven 50 metres up the road when I saw the same man in the distance ; it seemed as if he was waiting for me . I was so terrified that I sped up the gas ( to the point where I was driving above the suitable speed limit ) and drove right passed him but as I did I felt a cold chill and heard a demonic whisper right in my ear , I couldn 't make out what it was , but it sounded like something evil and deadly . While I was driving past him I made sure that I didn 't look anywhere near him but I could tell that he was looking straight at me . I immediately went home with no further occurrences . Nothing supernatural has happened since . But I haven 't driven that road at night by myself anymore and I don 't think I ever will . None of these were truly terrifying or even threatening , but it does send chills up my spine thinking I was in this situation at some point in time . Well I am 14 years old now , and I used to live in this other house before the one I am in now . This house was built by my dad , so it was less than 10 years old at the time , so I don 't understand how these things happened . But everything happened around a certain age period I was probably 4 when the first thing happened . Well I had my cousin over who was the same age as me , we had fallen asleep in my room , I had woken up in the middle of the night though , usually if I wake up in the middle of the night I adjust my blanket because normally it has fallen halfway off of me . So I sit up in my bed , and my bed is against the wall so there was a large space in the middle of my floor . Well in the middle of my floor there was a smaller circular table , sitting at the table were four women dressed in old fashioned clothing , their mouths were moving . But no sound was coming out ? They also did not seem to notice me at all . I also noticed that the TV was off , and we had left it on when we fell asleep . But I was young of course so I just put my blanket over my head and fell back to sleep , and of course in the morning nothing was there . At another occasion I was sleeping in my room by myself , and had woken up . I was under my blanket still at about the age of 4 . I was trying to go back to sleep when I started hearing a man talking , he was yelling like he was selling something , then I also heard children playing and running on a hard surface . Obviously everyone else was asleep in my house so it couldn 't of possibly been coming from them . Well again that time I went back to sleep . Another time I had fallen asleep on the floor by our couch in the living room , around maybe 1 in the morning I woke up , well from the living room you could see our stairs leading to the basement in the kitchen . Well on the wall there was a shadow of a person maybe only 4 feet tall walking up our stairs ! Only FMPF - The Mansion There are five girls named , jenny mary maddy zoe and clare . There is a mansion down the road . Oneday they go exploring and mary walks off up stairs and finds a dressup table with a mirror onit that reflects your dreams . Mary looks init with a crown on her head suddenly she feels dizzy she falls on the mirror and cracks it glass goes all over her and blood She is dead the mirror brings her back to life , in the mirror living as BLOODY MARY , and then maddy walks off and finds the mirror with money all around her in the mirror in the back ground in the mirror Maddy sees the door open and it 's BLOODY MARY She pulls Maddy in living as BlOODY MARY ' S sister . The girls ran everwhere looking foe her , now the three girls know what happened , and they were grounded for two years , and after that they were never seen again . iThe mirror was still waiting . THE END . My father passed away in 1995 from kidney cancer . Two months after he passed I had an interesting dream ( or at least I call it a dream , I really don 't know what it was ) . That night I went to bed around midnight , I was just about to fall asleep when I saw two men standing in the two corners of my room , one on each corner . One man had long blond hair and was dressed in a white suit , the other had long black hair and was dressed in a black suit , I wasn 't scared but I was startled . They both looked at me and said , " don 't be scared we just came to take you to your father , he has something to say to you . " All of a sudden I was standing in the middle of these two men , one had me by the left arm and the other one had me by the right arm . I remember thinking ' how did I get here ? ' , and then I looked down at my bed and I could see myself sleeping on it . Suddenly there was a really bright light filling up my room and then I felt like I was floating . The men took me to a garden , a garden unlike any I have ever seen in my life , it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen , the colours were so much brighter , the air was that much fresher and the perfume of this garden was like the perfume of everyone and everything you have ever loved in your life . As I stood there just taking it all in , I saw this small hill in the distance with a figure of a man standing on it , I knew then that it was my father . I walked towards him and as I approached him he turned around and smiled at me . As he looks at me and smiles he says , " don 't worry my darling , everything will be all right . " The strange part is that he didn 't moove his lips as he said it , it was more like he projected his thoughts straight into my head . After that I opened my eyes and I was back in my room and it was morning . So tell me , what do you think it was , a dream or an out of body experience ? Thanks for reading my story and I hope you enjoyed it . I work at a residential college for people with special needs , the place was originally used to provide soldiers disabled after the 1st world war with employment and also to provide them with care and somewhere to live . There are some very old buildings there amongst the more modern onese and I have experienced some very strange things there . Sorry if this is a bit long but here goes . One day I was working in my area on my own , it was in the holidays so there were no students there , and thats when we have to take our holidays , but we cant have the full 6 weeks off , so there is just a skeleton staff on . I was in the laundry , and the door was open , when I became aware out of the corner of my eye that someone had gone into the kitchen which was to the right . I thought that was odd as if someone had come into my work area they would have came and said hello as to avoid startling me , so I went into the kitchen and there was nobody there . This scared me quite badly and I was so shaken up I was sent home early and nobody questioned what I had seen . I later learned that other people have had similar experiences , and that a small number of students had died in this building over the years . Another time , in the holidays again , I was working in another area ( old bungalows occupied by the more independent students ) . I was working the day , as soon as I went inside I heard vouces coming from somewhere inside , they definetely werent from outside but I couldn 't pinpoint where they came from , or what was being said . It sounded like a woman , but just seemed to be coming from far away . This freaked me out a little , so I left as I had a bungalow that I was responsible for to clean , and by the end of the day I had more or less forgotten or convinced myself I was imagining it . Later that week on the saturday , I was working an evening shift , on my own again and was in the same bungalow ( as thats where our office was . ) I was in the living room watching television , when suddenly I felt very panicky , and just had to get out , I locked up aWalking Spirit I was about 8 and I remember it like it was yesterday . It was the day of my older friend 's birthday . We were spending the night at her house , me and a couple of her other friends , and we had said goodbye to one of her friends because he couldn 't stay . She lived out in the middle of the country across from a large field . There was a road seperating her property from it . It was about 10 : 30 at night and we were all sitting on the porch in the dark . The only light was behind us , coming from an open window in the house . We had all gone quiet and then one of the girls stood and pointed across the road . At first we didn 't see anything , then it came into view . It looked like smoke , and after a few minutes it formed into a man . He looked old and worn , he was leaned over a cane and he had a long beard . He didn 't seem to notice us , he was just walking back and forth . At that moment we were all freaking out , and asking each other if it was actually there . It looked as though he was walking in place for a few moments , then when a car passed , he would move one way then the other . He was just pacing , but he never turned around . He was always facing one direction , and every time he took a step he wouldn 't move until a car went by , then he was in a differant spot . After a few minutes , he had stopped walking , and I remember all of us going cold as his head turned and he looked at us . We ran inside , covered my friend 's window with a blanket and sat there for the rest of the night . A true ( but possibly hallucinated ) event . I was just 16 when we embarked on our journey to Black Mountain . I had saved up for weeks , as had my friend , so we could afford the 5 - day trip from cairns ( on foot ) . It began on a Sunday , at the end of the first weekend of the holidays . We caught a stinking tourist bus up from central , and were at port Douglas by 3pm . From there , the rest of the day was spent hiking to the upper Daintree - we ended up sleeping in a bush outside a tourist center . The whole area of cairns is wreathed in misty tropical mountains , sometimes getting up to 1200 meters ( roughly 4 , 000 feet ) in height , each one host to countless rivers and streams , birds and frogs . All except black mountain . Exactly why it is so barren , I still have no idea . The place is wreathed in most awful vibe , ringing of negativity and evil , I just cannot explain it . It contrasted sharply with the beauty and exotic nature of the mountains just south of it . We arrived at the mountain at 11am on a Wednesday , and immediately I felt something odd . A metallic ringing appeared in my ears every few minutes , as if I had sat next to an exploding bomb and been knocked over . We set up camp roughly a kilometer away from the base of the mountain , and cooked and ate some steak for lunch . The mountain is surrounded in some spots , by abandoned shacks of what must have been aboriginal trackers or perhaps gold prospectors . We entered some but found them empty , and by that stage I was beginning to get scared . The area has a ringing darkness , as if the entrance to hell was somewhere in there . But what terrified me were the caves , the things I had been fighting my friend not to go into . But into them we went . The passages were narrow and black , filled with a foul stench and the distant rumbling of millions of bats . We wandered what could have been a kilometer into them , and they only went deeper and deeper . Now and then they led off into chambers with vast drops that our several torches could not illuminate . These immense drops must have led so The Haunted House In My Old Town I used to visit my aunt and her husband a lot when they lived in a really small and historic town called Edington . Down the road from my aunt 's house is a really old home about maybe 100 years old , and it was coming apart , and my aunt told me about the story of the woman who lived in the house . Some time ago , a woman had three children , and all of them died including the youngest who was an infant . One night when the woman was sleeping her children came to her in a dream and she walked them back to the cemetery she had for them in the back yard . The woman thought it was a dream because she missed her babies , but when she went to get out of bed her feet were muddy . My aunt told me that there are still some of her belongings in there , including a baby carriage that is on wheels . People have seen it on one side of the room and turn away and then they will hear a creaking of rusty wheels and they look over and they see the carriage go to the other side of the room . I was always skeptical about ghosts , but one night myself , my aunt 's husband and his brothers and his family decided to go to the home and see what we can find . When we got up stairs we heard a creak and so my uncle took my hand and led me to the room where we heard it . I shined the flashlight in the far corner of the room and there it was , a faded pink baby carriage and we just stared at to see if something would happen and it creaked and then it came right at us . Apparently it did not want us in the house . I was a little freaked so I went outside and I tried to start my four - wheeler and then all of a sudden I didn 't do anything butt turn it on and it felt like something pushed me off of it and then it pushed me so hard . I landed 3 feet from the cemetery and I just looked up and saw an infant child . She just stared at me , as curious as I am , and she just faded before my eyes and I was in shock . I have never seen anything like that before and it was strange . When we got home I went to take a shower and I looked in the mirror and I noticed two claw marksGhostly Girl With No Eyes When I was thirteen I had encountered my first ghost as a teen this scared me and opened my eyes to the spiritual world , I can now say that I am a true believer . My brother Josh had to be taken to school by bus , the bus was going to be parked at the other end of the alley way next to me house . I started walking down when I looked up at the sky , the clouds were covering the sun and the clouds were a deep grey , I thought that it was unusual for a hot summer . Anyway we reached the other end of the alley way and sat on the curb waiting for the bus , I felt like someone was watching me so I looked around but no one was in sight besides me and my brother . It felt creepy to be there even if I was with my brother , ten minutes later the big orange bus came and I watched as Josh got on the bus heading for school . I waved to him as him and the bus drove away around the corner of the cul - de - sac and disappeared , I then went to turn around but something caught my eye . I stopped and looked towards the driveway of the units and there was a little girl about the age of seven standing there . She had long black hair , about chest length , her skin was pale , she was wearing a shin length white laced nightgown it was ripped at the bottom and on the sleeves . What scared me the most was that she had no eyes it was just two black holes where her eyes should have been and her mouth was stitched up , she looked like any ordinary seven year old girl but i knew in the back of my mind she wasn 't real . I didn 't move for some time I just stood there staring , then she took a step forward with such a fluid move and I started running back down the alley way , I stopped , turned and there she was standing at the other end with her head tilted on the side watching me . I ran home screaming and tears streaming down my face , mum asked me what was wrong and I told her what I had seen . To this day she haunts my mind and number of questions like . . . who was she ? Why didn 't she appear until the bus left ? Why did she only appear that one day ? And why me ? This event took place sometime in the early 80 's after my uncle 's accidental death . I would also like to say that this happened to my mom . It was probably a year after my uncle 's death that my mom and her mom went to visit his grave . My mother at the time was around 10 or 11 years old and did NOT want to be there . She kept complaining that she didn 't want to be there and how she wanted to go home , and I think she would regret this later . As she and her mom were heading back to their car , my mom was still complaining when all of a sudden she cried out . " What 's wrong ? " her mother asked . " Something pinched me ! " my mom answered . Later on my mom checked her back ( where she had been pinched ) and found a red mark that you can only get when someone pinches you . From then on she never complained about going to visit her brother ' sgrave . If you hadn 't guessed , it was probably her brother who pinched her for her complaining , at least that 's what I believe . So be sure you don 't whine when your at a cemetary , if you do , the spirits may not tolerate it ! Thanks for reading ! During mid January 2011 I traveled from Detroit to Chicago to work on some machinery at a local plant . On the second day of my trip I wrapped up at the plant and couldn 't wait to get back to my hotel : the Hampton inn Crestwood on Cicero Ave . Upon arrival and watching television I turned off the lights and laid on my side waiting to drift off to sleep . Immediately after closing my eyes , I felt as though I was not alone or someone was watching me . I rotated my head to the left and saw something extremely dark waving in front of my eyes . After lifting my head up a little to get a better look I realized that it was not the blankets waving or anything . I quickly rolled completely over to the left and I saw a dark mass quickly back away but remain beside the bed . The mass was only about three or for feet higher than the bed . It was almost as if someone was kneeling beside the bed . I stared at the shadow trying to rationalize it as my clothing on the chair or something . After about fifteen or twenty seconds the shadow quickly moved through the wall . I could not sleep at all that night . After the next days work I returned to the hotel and decided to ask the desk clerk if someone had reported strange things , or if someone had died in the hotel . The clerk , a young woman around twenty , told me that nobody had reported anything and nobody had died in the hotel . I still felt compelled to search so I went online and Googled : " Hampton inn " two or three different ways . The last way was Hampton inn murder . I immediately hit the story of a woman named Nan Toder that was killed in the same hotel by the maintenance manager with a MACHETE ! I called the hotel clerk and told her she better do a Google search which she did while I was on the phone , she was very surprised and said she had goose bumps . Unable to sleep , I checked out and went to the Days Inn ! Here are the links I found : http : / / www . post - gazette . com / pg / 07277 / 822661 - 55 . stmhttp : / / www . nanslaw . org / 11446 _ eprint . pdf It was a couple of years ago when my friends and I took a camping trip . There were other groups with us , staying in other tents . As we settled down for the night , we got to talking . We weren 't telling ghost stories , just talking about everyday things . When it got late , someone ( we assumed pranksters ) began rubbing our tent walls with their hands . We called out for them to stop bothering us a few times , we even unzipped the canvas tent windows a few to see who was there . It would stop when we looked out there . No one would be there . Mostly , we lowered our voices and ignored it . Time flew by . We didn 't know it had been going on for a couple of hours . But it seemed like the more we ignored it , the more furious it came . It started out on one side , then two , then three . Soon the entire tent was shaking . Still , we tried to ignore it . It wasn 't until we had decided to settle down for sleep that it really started to bother us . My friend got really scared . We opened the window again . It would stop on that side , but would continue on the other sides . We were too afraid to call out now . By now , we had realized that something was truly wrong . We knew now , that a person wouldn 't keep this up for hours . In frightened whispers , we all agreed to get out of the tent . As we stumbled outside , the tent calmed to a picture of serenity . There was no movement at all in the tent , when it had been shaking violently only moments before . We found that we were the only ones on the campsite that were still awake . Everyone had gone to bed long before . Not knowing what else to do , and knowing we had to go back sooner or later , we all ducked back into the tent . The attack started up again . I remember watching the walls of the tent . It seemed like there were several . . . things . . . for the hands were running down the tent in several places . The fact that we knew no one was there was the most frightening . We all got down to say a prayer , not knowing what else to do . As we prayed , it only got worse . I feared the tent would collapse with all of the str & CSS .