by Sharon | Jan 22, 2019
There’s a legendary haunted estate not far from my home.
Many of my ghost hunting friends have visited this place several times over the years, bringing in psychics and other paranormal investigators who have all experienced the same creepy feeling … some even refusing to walk inside.
That’s basically the my feeling when I was invited to visit the place. I could feel my heart racing before we even arrived on the property. I could also sense that we were not welcome — even though we received permission from the home owner.
I’ll admit I’m not all that brave when it come to exploring haunted places. I do have a fascination about the whole paranormal realm, but I won’t put myself in harm. I don’t like being pushed or knocked down — which has happened.
I’m not immediately prone to anger, but with whatever was in the basement of this house wanted to provoke anger and feed off of it.
I mentioned this to my friends before entering the house.
I’m not sure if they heard me or just ignored me because I’m usually the first one to leave an investigation.
We heard very clearly “Get Out!” and much profanity … but we continued investigating the house. I loved the antiques and was surprised by how neat and tidy the house appeared since no one was physically living there.
It was interesting that the farther away from the basement I moved, the calmer I felt … until I opened the door to one of the bedrooms and immediately jumped back.
I later learned of family members who occupied that bedroom were into the dark arts. It is believed they invited some evil entity into the house and it decided to occupy the basement … But there was definitely something going on inside that bedroom.
I heard growling and saw dark shapes moving around. There were knocking sounds coming from a clocked closet door. I heard voices of crying out for help, but I wasn’t stepping foot in that room.
I did call out to them to move into the light, but informed there was no light only darkness and it was blazing hot inside.
I explored some of the other upstair bedrooms.
I could feel a lot of sadness throughout the house.
There had been suicides in the house as well as deaths of natural causes. So, this estate was haunted by a number of entities.
I was curious about those people who had lived and died there and their feelings about the place. I did hear one woman say it was a great place to raise their family, but when some cousins came to stay they got into the dark arts and left the chaos from their rituals behind them when they moved out.
I heard arguing downstairs and decided to see what was happening among my friends and suggest we leave … or at least step outside.
We didn’t need to feed the anger and rage that fed the “beast” in the basement.
It was interesting to see how everyone was on edge after exploring the basement. I suggested they go upstairs and explore there or explore the grounds … but they wanted to stay and argue.
I took the arm of my friend, Barbara, and forced her to come with me outside.
It was almost as though she was in a trance once we got outside on the porch. We sat down on some chairs and after a few minutes Barbara was back to her ol’ jolly self telling me how scared she was in the basement.
“There was something growling at us and swearing … I wanted to leave, but Hank insisted we all stay together and explore every inch of the basement.”
Barbara did return inside the house to get everyone else outside.
It was interesting to watch how at first they continued arguing … but then suddenly stopped … They didn’t seem to know where they were or what was going on.
After a few minutes in the fresh air, everyone was calm and back to “normal”.
I think in some ways that scared me more than what I heard and saw inside the house.
I thought it funny how at one point the “house” wanted us to leave and when we decided to leave the “house” wanted us to stay and explore some more. The front door even opened for us.
Fortunately, we’ve all had enough and were soon on our way back home to have another Real Ghost Story to share.
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by Sharon | Dec 20, 2018
There have been numerous stories of people seeing cars going down the road without drivers.
It is unnerving when it happens, but it has been witnessed too many times to be discounted as one’s imagination.
I was driving home from a party in the local mountains. It was a full moon and the road didn’t look as dark and dangerous. I had driven this road several times, but it had some places I didn’t especially like. There were several blind curves and a few hairpin twists. I was planning to take it slow and easy. My friend Marsha and her sister, Gloria were riding with me.
Gloria was talking about the party and how she swore she saw a ghost of a man in a military uniform. Marsha kept the conversation going wondering about the military uniform and the possibility it could be one of their relatives. I was watching the road and not paying too much attention to their conversation.
I knew there had been military camps in the mountains at one time. I wondered if it was military or police or some other group that wore uniforms of some sort.
Behind me were bright lights. I planned to take the first turn out I came to in order for the car to pass. The high beams flashed. I wasn’t going to speed up, the road was too dangerous for that. I signaled for the turn out and barely got off the pavement when the car sped up and passed us.
I got back on the road and was now following the car that was in such a hurry moments earlier.
It was going slowly. My headlights lit up the interior of the vehicle ahead, Marsha screamed and pointed. Gloria said, “There’s no one driving the car!”
It was true, no driver was behind the wheel of the car.
We debated between passing the car or just following at a snails pace.
Just as I started to pass on a straight away, the car ahead of us sped up. I eased back behind the car. It once again slowed its pace.
“What’s going on,” Marsha asked. “This isn’t normal.”
Gloria and I agreed it was strange, but my goal was to get us safely down the mountain.
“Oh good, he’s pulling over,” Marsha remarked.
I wasn’t too sure. I felt the ghost car ahead was playing with me. I sped up, encouraged to pass by Marsha, when the car cut in front of me. Our bumpers almost touched.
This was getting nerve racking.
Marsha put a CD in the player, what we heard was not music, but demonic sound of laughter.
It chilled me to the bone. I could hear Marsha’s teeth shattering and could see her body shaking in the seat next to me.
I ejected the CD. Gloria did her best to distract her sister and encouraged her to put in another CD. Marsha refused. I didn’t care if we had music or not. I didn’t want to hear any more sounds from the dead.
Gloria found a CD she wanted to hear. She leaned over the seat and put it in the player.
There was a strange sound like a flat tire. The car was fine. We didn’t have a flat, but it was an unnerving sound. Then there was a scream and a crash. The car ahead vanished.
Music was later coming out of the CD player. All seemed normal again.
We were shaken up by this experience. As soon as we got down the mountain, we stopped at the nearest all night restaurant for coffee.
When we walked inside, the manager said, “You ladies look like you saw a ghost.”
Gloria was the first to speak, “We believe we did. We had the strangest experience.”
He signaled for a waitress. She brought us coffee.
The manager slid in the booth beside me and asked, “Did you just come down the mountain?”
We nodded. Gloria seemed to be the only one of us who could speak.
“Yes, it was the strangest thing,” she began. “A car without a driver passed us and then slowed down and wouldn’t allow us to pass it.”
“It wasn’t only that,” I said. “My CD player wasn’t working properly.”
The manager seemed interested, “What did you hear?”
Marsha explained about the demonic laughter.
Gloria add, “On another CD we heard thumps like a flat tire, then a scream and a crash. It was awful.”
The waitress brought us each a piece of pie and refilled our coffee mugs.
“Rita,” the manager said getting up and gesturing for her to take his seat. “Tell these ladies your experience coming down the mountain.”
She explained that a couple of years ago, she and her husband were coming down the mountain when the car ahead of them blew a tire and went across the road and down into the canyon.
They immediately reported it. They went back with flashlights, but didn’t see the vehicle in the canyon.
When the police and emergency vehicles arrived, they scanned the canyon, but found nothing. They canvassed the area, but there was nothing to be found.
“One of the paramedics,” Rita explained, “told us a few times a year they get calls about a car running off the road or a car without a driver passing them.”
“Was it after midnight?” Marsha asked.
“Yes, it was.”
We decided it must be residual energy that plays out the horrible accident. Although we didn’t see the car cross the road and go into the canyon, the two events seemed to be similar enough to be the same accident. Rita didn’t have trouble with the CD player or hear anything. She didn’t recall hearing a sound when the tire blew or screeching of tires or screams or the crash.
I made a mental note not to drive down the mountain after midnight on a full moon or any other night.
I do hope you enjoyed this Real Ghost Story. I would be interested to hear your comments on the subject — or if you’ve had a similar experience.
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Sharon
