http://ghostsstory.com/Ghost-Stories/ Latest Ghost Stories and Articles http://ghostsstory.com/spicylatina45/Ghost-Stories/a-little-surprise-for-kathy/ It was almost 11:00 pm, I was with my son Joshua in his bedroom.
My youngest...]]> It was almost 11:00 pm, I was with my son Joshua in his bedroom.
My youngest daughter borrow my cellphone and I told her that I wanted back
at 11:00 pm.
around 11:00 Katie brought my cellphone and told me that Kathy was calling me and texting too.
when I look at the text she said for me to go overthere because she was scared,
she heard a little girl voice saying her name Kathy behind her and she was to scared to turn around and that she was getting chills down her back, It took me a while to go to her because I did not have my cellphone with me,she was begging me to go to her in the family room ,she was frozen in fear,she was too scare to move or look behind her and I don't blame her, I think I will feel the same way.
and the last text message she has send me ,please come here,for the love of GOD,
get yourself over here I'M terrified.
I finally went overthere and she went to her bedroom and I turn all the lights off, I don't know but for some reason my house feel creepy and stay very cold no matter if the heater is on or is hot outside.]]> http://ghostsstory.com/spicylatina45/Ghost-Stories/a-little-surprise-for-kathy/ Sat, 04 Feb 2012 18:41:36 +0000 sandy http://ghostsstory.com/profile-481/Ghost-Stories/my-friend-tony/
Tony was rarely interested in anything besides having fun. In fact, even when he wasn't old enough to drink he was...]]>
Tony was rarely interested in anything besides having fun. In fact, even when he wasn't old enough to drink he was always out finding a way to get his hands on a cold pack of beers, or some marijuana. Overall, he was a good guy, and a very smart person, despite some of his seeming character flaws.

In 2002 Tony lived in a small town in Montana called Libby. Up until this time, this was the city he grew up in and the city which he called home. This town was ungodly small, and the artery which pumped life into the town was the highway which ran through it. The surrounding area in Libby was adorned by steep crags of granite, cloaked beneath by a seemingly endless carpet of evergreen trees, interspersed with occasional holes, where houses and barns were built.

At this time Tony was at the oldest 16. He and his friends, even in this small town were able to get their hands on some of the strongest marijuana on the market, often called "Missoula Dank Buds," which came from the neighboring city of Missoula. Missoula is known to be somewhat of a miniature Amsterdam in Montana.

Tony and two of his friends decided to go for a "walk." They walked down a long straight dirt road and stopped at an old abandoned house. The house was made of extremely old wood, and had a large picture-style window which had been gone for decades. This was the place where they decided to sit. They began to smoke their marijuana, and talked amongst themselves, about the things which teenagers talk about.

Tony enjoyed laughing, and one of his friends said something quite funny. At this point Tony began laughing so hard, that his laugh became high-pitched, almost like a girl's laugh. Tony looked up and noticed his friend appeared to have had his eyes fixed on something behind him (his friend was leaned up against a wooden fence). Tony became serious and looked up to see an older woman in her 50s standing in front of them, with an eerie, yet demanding presence.

All three of the boys were startled, as they hadn't heard, nor seen the lady approach. The woman asked "Where is the little girl?" At which point Tony looked her dead in the eye and replied "There is no little girl, I was just laughing, I sounded kind of like a girl, do you mean that?"

The woman appeared unfazed by anything that Tony said, and repeated her question "Where is the little girl? I know I heard a little girl." Tony again looked at her quizzically and said "Lady, THERE IS NO LITTLE GIRL." At this moment, in an instant the woman zipped in front of Tony and asked louder, and with more intensity "WHERE IS THE LITTLE GIRL? WHERE ARE YOU HIDING HER!?" Tony was terrified and began to just scream in her face, so hard that he began coughing. He looked up and the woman was gone. His friends were all there to see this bizarre event take place in such a short time.

Tony, told his friends that it was time to go, and it didn't take any convincing on Tony's part. He and his friends began running down the dirt road. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath, and looked up the hill. He just saw the woman standing ominously on the hill. Tony was paranoid that she was going to follow them home, so he started running through the forest, taking an unusual route to get home.

Eventually he and his friends got back to Tony's house. Here they drank water, and ate lots of food. They told his sister about what they had just seen, and she explained that there used to be a creepy lady who was accused of abducting girls who had lived in that area, and was said to have died recently. Supposedly her daughter still lived in the town. In fact, Tony went to school with her.

Eventually Tony moved on to do better and greater things. Today Tony is married and working as a pharmacist. No doubt he still looks back on this experience and gets the chills.]]> http://ghostsstory.com/profile-481/Ghost-Stories/my-friend-tony/ Fri, 03 Feb 2012 06:52:37 +0000 Aaron http://ghostsstory.com/profile-487/Ghost-Stories/i-m-such-a-wimp/ So if you read my last post you know what goes on in this house. Well just a reminder the 4th room and the stairs leading up to my room scare me. Toni...
I'm in the 4th room picking out my daughter and I's clothes, we are taking her out to dinner since today is her 3rd birthday. No one is home except her and I. She's in the living room watching Rug Rats. As I'm picking out clothes I hear breathing behind me deep heavy breathing than I could hear a male talking which was coming from upstairs. When Wynter came in to the room it stopped.

20 minutes later I sent Wynter upstairs to get her a diaper. I'm pregnant and making those trips up those stairs kills me lol. So she goes heading to our room, and I'm standing at the foot of the stairs (in case she falls) and she gets about half way up and I start feeling SUPER guilty for sending my 3 year old up there. She never goes fully into the room just stands at the door way squeals and comes rushing down the stairs.

We are now in the living room and I keep hearing walking around like stomping in the kitchen. I'm sitting here and Wynter is sitting on the couch and my whole right side is super cold mind you I'm sitting in front of a heater!

Sorry had to share with someone!]]> http://ghostsstory.com/profile-487/Ghost-Stories/i-m-such-a-wimp/ Fri, 03 Feb 2012 01:55:46 +0000 Mariah Tucker http://ghostsstory.com/profile-487/Ghost-Stories/haunted-house/

I live with my boyfriend, 2 guys, and my 3 year old daughter. There are two rooms upstairs (Gene and My boyfriend and I's room) and two rooms downstairs (Jon and an empty room I call the 4th room) My boyfriend Seph works from 6 in the morning to 6 at night. While Jon and Gene work from 1pm to 10pm so I'm usually here by myself every day for several hours.

Well a couple of days after I moved in I was in our room watching tv when I started hearing foot steps coming up the stairs I brushed it off as this is an old house and just creaking. Until I heard it a little later this time it sounded closer, closer, and closer until I started praying than it stopped. I didn't bother telling my boyfriend because I thought he would think I was crazy and over reacting. After that happened I decided when the boys left I would hang out in the living room with Wynter (my daughter). So the next day I was sitting on the couch watching tv when I started hearing walking upstairs in MY room. I ignored it because I didn't get a creepy feeling so I thought it wasn't harmful.

Again I decided not to tell Seph, that night he went to bed early with our daughter and I decided to stay up and clean the house. When Jon and Gene got home we got to talking about this and that. When Jon brought up that he thought this place was haunted. I asked him why and this is what he told me;
- This house was built in 1905 and was a boarding home for workers at the plant here. So a lot of men have come and gone.
- There was a old woman who lived here by herself before the boys moved in. She had a ton of cats all around this house. She mostly kept to herself in the bedroom downstairs aka Jon's room. She was on oxygen and a avid smoker. Well one night she was smoking a cig and fell asleep well she caught the house on fire and she passed away and so did a lot of the cats.
- He has seen stuff move around in the house, hear voices, and has also heard walking upstairs.
So with all of that I finally told him that I have heard foot steps on the stairs and walking in my room.

My parents came to visit for a weekend which was our Christmas basically, and my mom has always been open to everything paranormal. I didn't tell her anything that was happening here and right when she walked in she told me she felt someone else here and kept looking towards the 4th room. That's when I told her what was happening. We both agreed we didn't feel threaten so we just brushed it off. For Xmas they got her a Toy Story Punching bag, A sit and spin, and a couple of other things. They didn't want to leave Wynter so soon so we agreed for them to take Wynter for a couple of weeks (they live in CO) cause they rarely get to see her.

So a couple nights after they left Seph and I were sitting in the living room watching Cake Boss (not a good thing to watch when you are pregnant lol) and Wynter's new blow up punching bag was laying by the couch when all of a sudden it looks like someone just kicked it into the air and it landed across the room. Right after that my whole left side started getting super cold. I looked at Seph and he just shrugged. I'm not going to lie I was scared by I tried not to show it!

After that I haven't seem much stuff move like that. I mean stuff will fall in the kitchen or in the living room. I get creepy feelings in the 4th room and being on those stairs freaks me out. I have a huge feeling and I don't know why but I think someone hung themselves on those stairs.

Well a week after that the boys went off somewhere and I was all by myself AGAIN lol. I will admit I was watching Ghost Adventures, tut it was cloudy outside and cold. We have a pit bull named Kaylee she's a wonderful dog! and she was sitting next to me watching TV as well than out of no where turned towards the 4th room and started growling. I turned the TV onto mute and watched over there for a bit. I didn't see anything so I just tried to push it away. 5 minutes later Kaylee did it again this time her hair was standing straight up. That's when I turned off the TV and decided to call my mom just to keep my mind off of everything. As I'm talking to her I started getting a headache and my throat started hurting, that's when I heard a woman crying right when that started Kaylee started growling and barking than all of a sudden whimpered and took off towards the door. I hung up on my mom and ran with the dog outside. I stayed out there for 5-10 mins trying to calm myself. I came back inside and noticed my headache was gone, so I decided to call Seph and see when he was coming back home. But right when I picked up the phone I heard Seph pull up. I told them what happened right when they walked in and Seph tried to comfort me. That's when Gene's GF moved in to keep my company while the boys were gone.

I never heard the crying again, but I have noticed something strange and it's been freaking me out and I haven't told anyone this yet. A couple of weeks ago I was in my room watching TV, Wynter was laying by me. She sat up and got a huge smile and said "Hi dada" out of the corner of my eye I saw Seph standing by the couch but he had no shirt on and in his PJ pants. He was staring at me when I looked over he wasn't there. I've also seen "Seph" a couple times walking through the kitchen and standing in the door way between the dining room and the 4th room. Always just staring at me, does anyone have any idea what it could be?]]> http://ghostsstory.com/profile-487/Ghost-Stories/haunted-house/ Fri, 03 Feb 2012 01:55:45 +0000 Mariah Tucker http://ghostsstory.com/profile-481/Ghost-Stories/california-highway-ghost/ strange.

...]]> strange.

One night a friend of mine and I decided to go see a movie in Palmdale. We went and saw the movie, and when we came out it was dark, but still really hot from the summer heat.

My friend asked if there was a quicker way to get home, I said sure, so we took another route, which I knew was a little faster, but much more remote. As we were driving through this moonless night I saw something shiny in the distance. Out of the blackness came a cloud of fog, floating over the road, maybe two feet high and in the fog was a 1960s red convertible. Nobody was in it, and this fog continued for a bit on the road, when all of the sudden I slammed on the brakes because someone was just standing in the center of the road (the body shape looked like a man). I told my friend "we should slow down and check to make sure they're alright," he said "heck no, step on it." I tried my best to get a look at the man as we got nearer to him, but I couldn't see him much. As I looked into the rear-view mirror, he wasn't visible anymore. I'm not sure if that was just a consequence of the darkness or he just disappeared.

This was just an odd event. Either the man was broken down in the middle of nowhere on a moonless night, or this was some kind of paranormal experience. I'm not sure, but because of the presence of a car, I would say it's just a creepy story.]]> http://ghostsstory.com/profile-481/Ghost-Stories/california-highway-ghost/ Tue, 31 Jan 2012 02:05:25 +0000 Aaron http://ghostsstory.com/profile-481/Ghost-Stories/england/ In 2008, I was moved to a very small village in England. The village, though quite small had a long history of battles, crime, drug-related killings, ...
The first location I lived in was in a type of dormitory complex which was built on a bronze-age burial ground (there were over 250 skeletal remains removed from this piece of land, including a Saxon warrior, buried with his horse). This sounds like a crock, because there were so many dead, but these remains were only found after they broke ground for the project of building these apartments. The building had to be put on hold until the English Heritage society could get a team in there to carefully remove all the remains.

I only had one strange thing happen to me here. One night, I was watching television and I began to fall asleep in bed. So, I turned off the television, and rolled over facing the wall. I instantly fell right to sleep. Then out of the dark, I felt a finger poke me in the back. My awareness was briefly piqued, then I just ignored it and started to fall back to sleep. Then I felt it again, this time harder and more distinct. I thought maybe one of my neighbors was messing with me, because I didn't always lock the door then. By now, my eyes were open, and I just held very still to see if it would happen again. I felt it again. I hit the lights to find absolutely nothing. At this point, I decided to walk over to my friend's place to see what he was doing. He was still awake playing video games, so I went and hung out with him. Eventually I had the courage to go back to my room and go back to sleep.

There were many other reports of people having odd things happen to them in those apartments, including bed shaking, seeing warrior-looking men walking across the courtyards, and an air field ghost which asks people for the time and disappears. I don't necessarily believe in those experiences which I did not witness, or hear from the "horse's mouth." Eventually, I decided to move out and find a new place.

When I was searching for an apartment (or a flat as the English prefer to call it), I went through three houses. The first two houses were simply too small for an American who has grown up with spacious open living rooms. Most of these places were like closets, and they were just too cramped. Eventually I found a place. It was odd though because it was on a corner, and had a wedge shape to it. The front of the apartment was wider than the back part. So it was like living in a strange rhombus. I had both the top and ground floor to myself, which seems pretty good, but it was still pretty cramped by American standards.

Either way, the apartment was quite nice save for the lack of a dishwasher. Most of the time I felt that this house did not have any presence at all, and I felt very comfortable. On select occasions however, I really felt someone was just blatantly staring at me. This I usually chalked up to my earlier experiences as a child, seeing a girl in my room, amongst other experiences, which corrupted my sense of certainty that
I was actually alone.

So the first experience was actually the worst and most blatant experience. I have this habit of sleeping on the couch, even though I have a bed (I live alone). So one night, as I did many nights, I turned off the light, and set my laptop on the coffee table in front of the couch. I sat down on the couch, and began to pull my legs up (actually I'm sitting on the same couch now in California). As I pulled my legs up, it felt like a hand reached out and grabbed my ankle. It pulled my foot to the floor and I lost my balance and fell forward in complete and utter shock. I stood up and turned on the light. After about two days I felt like it was safe again.

A few months later I was showering upstairs in the bathroom. In this particular bathroom, the light was a pull light (a light on the ceiling attached to a string). My fiancee was cooking something downstairs, and I could hear her making noise, so I felt pretty comfortable. I had just picked up some shower gel when I heard "click-clink" and suddenly it was dark in the bathroom. I stood in the shower with the water running for about five seconds, trying to understand what just happened.

I pulled the light switch and it turned back on. I stood in the bathtub, and opened the door, calling my fiancee's name. She replied "yeah?" and I was asked "did you turn the light off on me? And in a very normal tone of voice said "no." I didn't think she did, but I hoped maybe she was going out of her normal behavior to play a joke on me and to get me back for all the times I jumped out of the dark and scared her. But she's not the vengeful type, and she was cooking downstairs.

Admittedly I told myself that perhaps the mechanism which controls the on/off had become "jammed" and after a while the spring in the mechanism forced the switch to spring back to the open position turning it back off (I've taken some classes on electronics, so it's a possibility).

I shrugged it off and finished my shower very quickly and came down to eat some salmon, asparagus and mashed potatoes.

About two months later, I was again home alone. This time my fiancee was at her university finishing up on her thesis. At this point in time, I'd already forgot about the light thing in the bathroom. I think it was a survival strategy, so that I could get quality sleep at night, without worrying about what was causing this activity.

Well, on this occasion, I decided I would take a shower, and hit the hay. As I walked up the stairs I had this really unnerving feeling that someone was standing at the top of the stairs. The stairs, were in a U shape. So as you walk up the stairs you start facing South, then turn to the East, then to the North. As I came up the upper part of the stairs I just stopped (the bathroom was to my right hand side where I'd had that strange experience). I had one step left to go. I stopped, and looked at it. But I just had a feeling someone was standing there, and didn't want me to go any higher. It sounds just childish, I know, but I was just apprehensive to go up to that next stair. As soon as I lifted my foot, the light turned off, and in my shock I fell backwards down the stairs (they were quite steep). I ended up at the bottom of the stairs.

At that point, I caught my breath, and walked into the living room, closing the door behind me. I waited until morning until I felt comfortable enough to go back up there again. It was just a strange event.

That was the last memorable experience I had, besides hearing the occasional "bang" on the floor upstairs, which was really bizarre, because I always thought it was my flimsy table upstairs which finally collapsed under the weight of the television, but there simply wasn't any explanation for the noise.

My fiancee spent many lonely nights in the house, and would always say "this place is haunted." I would always tell her "it's not you're just freaking yourself out." Of course I had my reservations, but I didn't want to make the situation worse than it already was.

The presence seemed that it left again, and nothing strange ever happened towards the end. I moved to California after that.]]> http://ghostsstory.com/profile-481/Ghost-Stories/england/ Tue, 31 Jan 2012 02:05:23 +0000 Aaron http://ghostsstory.com/ditteFeen/Ghost-Stories/dream-from-afghanistan/

a very good friend of mine has been 6 months in afghanistan as a sol...]]>

a very good friend of mine has been 6 months in afghanistan as a soldier...and i was at DANILOG's smslist (army textingservice so relatives and friends can follow the soldiers plane home)....he was supposed to arrive in DK 29/1 at 11 o'clock - a sunday

the night between saturday and sunday i dreamt that my friend was standing in his uniform in my bedroom...he said that his plane was very delayed, but i shouldn't worry - he would return safely later same sunday

when i woke up sunday morning i asked my boyfriend : did you tell me yesterday that our friend's plane is delayed today?.....no he answered...and i asked my other friend, who lives at our couch for the moment - and she said no too - because it was the only 2 people i had talked to the day before.....i was a bit confused about my dream...so i asked my boyfriend again if he was sure he didn't say that the plane was late...and he said : noone in DK knows about that plane..it's a secret and we will know about the plane if we get a text from DANILOG....and shortly after i got a message from DANILOG that said the plane was 7 hours late


maybe it is a paranormal thing


and mrs. pritchart is out and about again.....my zumbaclass has had a long christmas holiday..it started again last tuesday and i really wanna go, but the winter has a good hold on me - so i'm not sure i have the energy for it...this morning when i got into the livingroom my workoutwaterbottle was laying at the kitchenfloor..i have no idea of where it was before - but i guess the mrs. is eager to get me out of the house )]]> http://ghostsstory.com/ditteFeen/Ghost-Stories/dream-from-afghanistan/ Mon, 30 Jan 2012 23:04:04 +0000 ditte kristensen http://ghostsstory.com/profile-481/Ghost-Stories/casper-wyoming/ When I was very young, my family moved a couple of times. Once just down the street, and then finally to Casper, Wyoming (I know, believe me the irony...
When we arrived in Casper, I was 6 years old, and I remember it as a somewhat strange and turbulent time for me. I was suddenly taken out of my safety net and forced to make new friends (and at that time I found it difficult for some reason). The house had a basement and two upper stories. The house was quite nice, but strangely it had bars on the windows, though it was in a nice neighborhood. My parents took the bars off and we moved in. I remember the first day we walked in there, I walked in and opened the cabinets and looked around cautiously. The house had a strange air about it.

Eventually my sister and I got moved in and were sharing a room across the hall from my parent's room, which was at the top of the stairs. In the basement, my brother had a bedroom and the entire rec room to himself, my brother was considerably older than I was. He was about 11 or 12 then.

Though I don't remember everything that happened, the first strange thing that happened was my little sister (who was 4 years old) reported something very unnerving. One night my sister was scared and walked across the threshold of the stairs to go to my parents' room when she saw a girl at the bottom of the stairs. She stopped and said to her "Why are you here Christina?" (the girl apparently looked like Christina our babysitter) and the girl began to laugh. So then she told her "Christina, go home" and the girl continued to laugh. So eventually she went and woke up our mother. My mom was tired and said something to the effect of "that's nice, go back to sleep." So Jessica returned and the girl was still at the bottom of the stairs, and she said "Christina, go home." The girl just laughed. Then my mom asked Jessica then next morning why she said Christina was there. Jessica said that "Christina was there, but she had different hair, and I told her to go home, but she just laughed."

My mom at the time was concerned about this, and didn't want to scare the kids, so she never told my brother or myself. Some time later (perhaps six months or so). I woke up and looked down to check on my sister. My sister's covers were flung off and she was gone. I felt an eerie presence, and I looked up to see a girl standing in my room in front of my dresser. I was kind of tired so I rubbed my eyes to see more clearly. I thought maybe it was my mother putting clothes in my dresser (as she often did late at night). But the girl was just staring at the wall, she didn't look normal, she wasn't transparent, but she just didn't look like she belonged there. So I said "mom?" very clearly and the girl turned and stared at me. I was terrified, so I hid under the covers with my hair standing on end and my heart galloping. Eventually I had the courage to peek out and she was gone. I jumped out of the bed and sprinted into my parents room where I slept for months after that.

My brother also reported seeing a "figure" which he described "similar to the predator [from the movie] when he's invisible." My brother had a dread fascination with ghosts and death, which was strange, but I believe it had something to do with his fascination with comics, and particularly the Crow (this was long before the movie came out). He said he watched a figure walking through the basement by his bed (he slept in the open area of the rec room, even though he had a bedroom with a bed). He wasn't scared, he thought it was cool.

Eventually, my grandmother came to visit. She is a pragmatic, religious lady, who has never cared much or believed in this kind of activity. She came alone because my grandpa didn't like (and still doesn't like) to travel. She slept in the bed downstairs, while my brother slept in one of our bunks, and we slept on the floor in my parents' room. She said that night she heard a girl just crying and moaning as if in pain, all night. My grandma wanted to go upstairs but she was just too terrified to move.

Not long after I was playing Super Mario on the NES when I felt someone walk behind me (the bedroom had doors on both sides). It was really weird because nobody came in to my field of view. I only thought about it later when I got upstairs. Then one day my brother wanted to make a "haunted house" for Halloween. So to those two doors I was talking about in the basement, we took pieces of string, and taped them to the tops of the doors. Then we got them wet, blocked off the windows, and my sister and I were supposed to jump out at different places to scare the people walking by.

While I was waiting in my hiding spot I saw someone walk by. I peeked out and walked around the whole basement in a circle, turned on the lights, and could find nobody. I was alone in the basement at that time.

Another time I had a friend from next door sleeping over at my house. He said he woke up in the night, to see a glowing light come into the room. He said he watched it float past him and center over my face. He said he would never sleep over again. He also turned out to be a really terrible friend later on.

This was also the location at which I began sleepwalking. I had never previously sleepwalked. I remember going to sleep one place, and waking up at another, sometimes in very odd places. This is quite normal however for kids of my age then. What was creepy was waking up alone and not knowing how I ended up in that location, often on the floor.

Once my parents decided to take us to Orlando, Florida to go stay in a time share of a friend of ours, when we returned, all the lights in the house were on for some indescribable reason. It was the last event that I remember happening which was paranormal or unexplainable.

Eventually my father's family practice training was done, and we moved out two years later. Before we moved out someone showed us a newspaper article. The house we'd been living in belonged to a family called the "Burridges." Both girls were victims of a violent crime, and both perished (though one much later than the other, and by her own hand). At that time the article talked about one of the murderers getting out on parole possibly.

Search for "Amy Burridge and Becky Thomson" there is a book called Fall: The Rape and Murder of Innocence in a Small Town about their ordeal, it's quite a riveting tale. The case of their murders was quite a publicized case in the 1970s, we had moved in, in the early 1990s.]]> http://ghostsstory.com/profile-481/Ghost-Stories/casper-wyoming/ Mon, 30 Jan 2012 02:28:05 +0000 Aaron http://ghostsstory.com/profile-466/Ghost-Stories/the-haunting-of-kanaka-pete-the-axe-murderer/ I was recently browsing the internet and came across the story of Kanaka Pete at www.kanakapete.com This brought back a personal experience I had with...
In the fall of 2007 I was attending University in Nanaimo BC, Canada. A few weeks before Halloween my boyfriend and I took the guided, haunted tour of Nanaimo. During the tour we heard the story of Kanaka Pete.

Kanaka Pete was a big Hawaiian that lived in Nanaimo with his native wife and their infant daughter. In 1867, after a night of drinking, Kanaka Pete returned home to find his wife’s parents in his home and his wife told him she was leaving him. Pete left and got totally intoxicated. He returned around midnight to find his Father-in-law in the act of adultery (incest) with Pete’s wife, while the Mother-in-law watched and the baby lay beside them. In a drunken fit of rage Pete grabbed an axe and did not stop swinging until his wife, her parents and his daughter were all chopped into pieces.

He fled to Newcastle Island where he was hunted down and captured. After a rushed trial he was hung. He vowed he would return and have vengeance. This scared the locals to the point that neither the Europeans or Natives wanted him buried on their land. He was taken to Newcastle Island, a former smallpox colony that was uninhabited and they buried him in a makeshift, unmarked grave.

Our tour guide told us that his evil spirit still lurks the far side of Newcastle Island looking for revenge and to never be on the far side of Newcastle Island after dark.

This was the most interesting of all the ghost stories we heard that night. My boyfriend and I thought it would be real exciting to go camping on Newcastle Island the following Saturday, especially because it was close to Halloween with the thrill of maybe finding out more about Kanaka Pete.

When we got to the Island we saw signs saying no camping beyond this point. We spoke with one old timer there and were told that for our safety it was dangerous to camp past the signs. He told us spirits that have unfinished business still roam near their graves and that Kanaka Pete is confined to a certain area of the Island.

We set up our camp on the safe side. While we were camping we saw some people in kayaks heading towards the far side of the Island. We never saw them return.

Before dark we took a little hike part way on the far side of the Island. We came across the body of a dead rabbit with it's head chopped off. It looked as though it had just happened. That was really freaky as we did not see anyone around there. We headed straight back to camp.

When we took the little ferry over to Newcastle it was a calm sunny day During the night it got cloudy and the winds came up making it even spookier. The winds became very high and the night air became chilling cold.

During the night we started to hear some of the scariest noises. Shortly after we went into our tent for the night we thought we heard a scream coming from the far side of the Island. This really spooked us. Not too long after that we heard more terrifying screaming followed by the sound of chopping. This happened many times throughout the night. It was the most terrifying thing we had ever heard. We wanted to leave the Island but the little ferry would not be back until morning. We were chilled to the bone with fright. Shortly after midnight we heard what sounded like a fierce demonic roar and more screaming followed by violent chopping then the most eerie laughter. Needless to say we spent the entire night huddled together scared to death. We tried calling on our cell phones but we had no reception all through the night, we had reception earlier in the day and the next morning.

Before that night I did not believe in ghosts and thought ghost stories were fun and amusing but after my experience that has now changed.

That was the most frightening and horrific night of my life. I believe there is something very evil on the far side of that Island, we could feel it and we did hear it! I will never forget that cold October night on Newcastle Island and I believe to this day the ghost of the evil axe murder Kanaka Pete was near by. If we would have ignored the warning signs and camped on the far side of the Island that night I feel we would never have returned.]]> http://ghostsstory.com/profile-466/Ghost-Stories/the-haunting-of-kanaka-pete-the-axe-murderer/ Tue, 10 Jan 2012 20:20:40 +0000 Louise Marie http://ghostsstory.com/ditteFeen/Ghost-Stories/thanks-for-reminding-me/
last night i took my pills, put the bottle at the hood and turned arround to get some water.......*plonk*...i turned back arround and saw the bottle at the floor i put it back and said ; "thanks mrs. pritchart - i will try to remember to call the doc tomorrow"

when i got up this morning the pillbottle was at the floor again - but i was very busy getting the kids off to school, so i forgot about the call once again

later i heard a little thump from the bathroom..i went to have a look, and the toiletpaperroll lay next to the toilet i called my doctor a few hours ago, and no more noises - for now!]]> http://ghostsstory.com/ditteFeen/Ghost-Stories/thanks-for-reminding-me/ Mon, 09 Jan 2012 13:18:36 +0000 ditte kristensen http://ghostsstory.com/ditteFeen/Ghost-Stories/the-flying-whiteboardmarker/

when we got up this morning th...]]>

when we got up this morning there was a whiteboardmarker in the middle of the kitchenfloor - the marker has a magnet on it, so it could not just have fallen of the whiteboard..but thank you mrs. pritchart for throwing stuff arround while the kids are sleeping - please do that more often]]> http://ghostsstory.com/ditteFeen/Ghost-Stories/the-flying-whiteboardmarker/ Tue, 13 Dec 2011 08:31:14 +0000 ditte kristensen http://ghostsstory.com/spicylatina45/Ghost-Stories/who-was-playing-with-my-son/ yesterday afternoon I was doing some cooking and cleaning in the kitchen , I have a big kitchen, I heard Joshua behind my back talking to someone ,ask... he responded with a little girl, she wants me to play turning around and around .
And I know for a fact there's a ghost of a little girl in my house, I have no time to check to much about the history of my house, but I will.
There are times that Josh is the family room watching tv or the computer and he said mommy come here and sit with me I'm scare.
Wherever at night I have to turn off the lights in the kitchen and family room I don't dare to look behind my back gives me the creeps, is like there's someone in the dark watching me.
Last night my husband and Josh were watching a movie in the family room it was around 10:00 pm , a funny kid's movie and I was in the kitchen finish cleaning up and I kept getting chills all over my back and a thought came into my mind that probably the ghost little girl was enjoying the movie too, the feeling I had it was no scary , just weird.
My son don't like to be by himself in the family room sometimes.]]> http://ghostsstory.com/spicylatina45/Ghost-Stories/who-was-playing-with-my-son/ Sun, 11 Dec 2011 14:15:23 +0000 sandy http://ghostsstory.com/coleyritz/Ghost-Stories/hopefully-it-s-nothing/ For a while, our apartment in Tucson has been relatively quiet, leading me to believe that whatever had been haunting us in Virginia had been associat...
Since living in our new apartment, little things have happened. I can't be sure whether it's paranormal or not, though.

I plan on filming a tour of the apartment with explanations of what has happened later on.

Anyway, our apartment is 1000sq ft. You walk into the kitchen/eating area, which opens into the family room and balcony, then to your left is my bathroom and our bedroom. To your right is a hallway leading to the second bathroom which my husband uses, and the spare bedroom.

One of our couches is against the wall connecting to our bedroom, the other is against the wall connecting to the spare bedroom.

I guess little incidents have happened pretty much everywhere in the apartment.

In the kitchen, I'll notice cabinets opened after I've closed them. I can't be sure if it's paranormal, however, because our cat has a habit of opening them or sometimes climbing inside.

In my bathroom, the shower curtain jerked once, but that could have been any number of things.

In our bedroom, at any time of the day or night, you can hear a loud cracking sound, and what sounds like footsteps right over our heads. There are no apartments above us. Whenever I get spooked, I write if off as the apartment being older (it's more than 35 years old), and the walls being thin. So the footsteps I think I heard above me could actually be the neighbors next door.

The most bothersome thing has been the spare bedroom.

The first night we moved in, my husband had three bad nightmares in a row that someone was sleeping in that room. It spooked him so badly that he wound up getting up in the middle of the night to put his two rifles next to our bed (neither are loaded and we don't keep ammo in the apartment. I think it just made him feel better).

He hasn't had a nightmare since then, but he's never had one quite like that before, either.

At times during the night I'll often hear movement in the spare bedroom or scratching on the walls. Most times I write it off as being the cat. We keep some boxes in the spare bedroom closet (his military gear that we haven't found a place for), and the cat likes to climb in there to take a nap.

The past few nights, however, I've heard the same noises (scratching, rustling, movement) but the cat has been in the family room with me.

These incidents are nowhere near as scary as what occurred in Virginia, but they make me curious. I haven't felt threatened or frightened in my apartment, so if there is something here, I don't think it's a bad entity. My cat doesn't puff up and hiss or yowl at nothing, like she did before. Sometimes she'll look up at something, but go back to sleep.

I've brought this up with my husband, and while he agrees that he hears the noises in our bedroom, he blames everything on the apartment being old. I can't really argue with that, because that certainly can be the case. It's just an odd feeling I have.

When I film the tour of the apartment tonight, I'll try to capture anything that happens and post it here.]]> http://ghostsstory.com/coleyritz/Ghost-Stories/hopefully-it-s-nothing/ Fri, 09 Dec 2011 19:31:49 +0000 Nicole Ritz http://ghostsstory.com/filamgrl/Ghost-Stories/spirit-raped-me-part-2/ http://ghostsstory.com/filamgrl/Ghost-Stories/spirit-raped-me-part-2/ Wed, 23 Nov 2011 15:31:40 +0000 filamgrl 2482 http://ghostsstory.com/3rystal/Ghost-Stories/weird-phone-call/
I threw caution to the wind and answered anyway thinking maybe it was just a coincidence or the phones being screwy. When I answered all that was on the phone was static it was a normal volume at first but after every time I said hello it would get louder and louder. When I was listening to the static I felt really nervous and uncomfortable like a little kid breaking the rules, like I was doing something I shouldn't be doing. I hung up and went to find my cellphone hoping it was some sort of technical error (my friend had a phone that freaked out and kept redialing the last number she called over and over) but my phone was still in my room sitting right where I left it, the key lock was still on and the last call was incoming and from a week ago.

Is this maybe a thing that happens that I've never heard of? I still feel uncomfortable when I think of the static. Maybe I'm just looking to far into it creeping myself out.]]> http://ghostsstory.com/3rystal/Ghost-Stories/weird-phone-call/ Wed, 16 Nov 2011 02:00:58 +0000 Crystal