by Sharon | Oct 8, 2018
You always have to be careful buying previously owned products.
Jerry and Kathy’s daughter and son-in-law were going abroad on a working vacation. Their two young granddaughters wanted to visit their grandparents. Kathy was delighted to have her granddaughters visit, but she wasn’t sure how to keep them busy and occupied.
Jerry was looking through the ads and saw a children’s playhouse for sale. He called about it, got the address and he and Kathy went out to take a look. The man who was selling it gave them a great deal with all custom furnishings included. He had a flatbed trailer he used to deliver it to them.
They should have realized something was wrong when the man was so eager to load it up on his flatbed and follow them home and set it up for them. Jerry only thought about how much fun his granddaughters would have.
The men set it up under the shade of the old oak tree as Jerry instructed.
It looked lovely there. Jerry set a paving stone walkway to the playhouse from the patio. He also set up an intercom system from the playhouse into the kitchen.
The playhouse was quite large. It had furniture in it so his granddaughters could have tea parties at the table and chairs and there was also floor space with a rug and a miniature sofa and stuffed chairs. There was a built-in window seat under one window where Kathy put some toys, books, coloring books and crayons. They also set up some chairs and planted some flowers around the little playhouse. It was a labor of love.
Jerry and Kathy were quite happy with what they had set up until . . .
The intercom was making screeching sounds. Jerry thought some animal got into the playhouse. He went out to investigate, but found nothing. When he returned to the house, settled in his easy chair to read a good book, he heard moaning coming through the intercom. Once again, he went out to investigate. Nothing.
Before their granddaughters arrived, Kathy smudged the playhouse and all the furnishings. She also invited a psychic friend to check it out.
During the day, the intercom was quiet, but at night there were noises that Kathy and Jerry couldn’t explain. There were what they thought were animal sounds, but they also heard whispering. When Kathy looked out and saw the playhouse glowing from the inside, she was ready to call the people who sold it to them and have them take it back.
After all the work they’d done and the cute playhouse she knew her granddaughters would love, Kathy called in a priest to bless it.
On the day of the blessing, she heard screams, growls and eerie music coming from the playhouse. The priest suggested they get rid of it before the grandchildren came.
Jerry and Kathy were disappointed. Jerry called the man he bought it from and asked if they would take it back. The man was reluctant to do so. Jerry asked if they would take it to the dump for him — he’d pay them.
The men came. The playhouse let out its disapproval, but the men finally got it loaded on the flatbed.
Kathy didn’t remove the toys and other items she put in the window box. She was afraid they were tainted by whatever was in the playhouse.
Jerry left the intercom he set up in the kitchen with the other unit still in the playhouse. They heard what they could only describe as sinister laughing. Now Kathy wondered if their house was haunted by whatever was in the playhouse. She called the priest.
Jerry removed the intercom from the kitchen and put it out in the trash. The priest came to bless their house.
Their daughter, son-in-law, and granddaughters came to visit. They had the most frightening night anyone had ever experienced.
After dinner, while Kathy and her daughter were cleaning up, the girls went out in the backyard to play on the patio. Jerry and his son-in-law watched a ball game on television. The girls came running in screaming that something mean was out there.
Once the girls were settled down and put to bed. Jerry told his daughter and son-in-law about the playhouse they bought and the creepy sounds they heard from it.
The son-in-law was a skeptic, but after the nightmares he experienced and upon waking what he saw and heard, he was a believer. There were nonhuman and human-type entities in the bedroom. He was dragged out of bed and flung around the room. He had no idea what was happening. He just knew he was scared and beat up quite badly.
As he sat on the floor, he could feel and hear these entities sniffing him. He tried to call out to his wife, but nothing came out. There was a knock on the bedroom door and a sinister voice shouted, “Keep Out!”
Jerry couldn’t open the door. He started pounding on it waking up the whole household.
Kathy took the granddaughters into the kitchen and fixed them some hot chocolate.
The smoke alarms went off. There was a fire in the bedroom where the son-in-law and daughter were trapped. They managed to get out a window. Jerry, Kathy and the children were out in the front yard waiting for the fire truck. They were relieved when their daughter and son-in-law joined them.
They lost their house and all their possessions that night. Needless to say Jerry and Kathy didn’t get to have an extended visit with their granddaughters. They went to Europe with their parents.
Years later, the family discussed that night. The girls didn’t remember much about it other than the hot chocolate and the fire. Their father still had nightmares about that night.
All of this chaos, caused by a haunted playhouse.
Whoa — Creepy enough for you? I was saving this Real Ghost Story for predicted Thunder Showers that did not materialize. I guess there’s no predicting the weather. So, I’m letting this be a lesson not to schedule my ghost stories around the weather … yet I thought that would be a lovely background …
Anyway, this isn’t about me … but that creepy playhouse. I remember when I was looking for a house to purchase, there was a children’s playhouse in the backyard. It was cute and the upkeep on it was beautiful … but I noticed the little girls who lived in the house with their parents did not once go inside of it … I then remembered this story about Kathy and Jerry …
I didn’t ask the realtor about it nor inquire with the homeowners … I just left without looking through the entire house … they may have thought it rude of me, but I didn’t feel comfortable and didn’t want to purchase a paranormal nightmare.
We do need to be careful when purchasing previously owned furniture, toys, etc. as well as homes — just saying …
Thanks for stopping by!
Sharon
by Sharon | Sep 24, 2018
There’s an old park in town with a sinister history.
I avoid it as much as possible. There is an open theatre there and during the summer they put on family plays. They are held in the afternoon so the park is empty well before dark. This is also a popular place for Easter Egg Hunts and activities for children on Easter Sunday.
Many have seen apparitions on stage and there have been reports of seeing robed men carrying lanterns and chanting while they walked throughout the park. It is believed to be a satanic group that has taken over the park and also responsible for the attacks that many claim to have occurred over the years. Some believe their are demons hiding in the bushes keeping an eye on the park.
Actually, there are conflicting stories. There are those who want people to stay away from the park and there are those who say the park is safe and nothing has happened there. I believe what I have personally experienced and what I’ve heard from reliable sources. And, as I said earlier, I avoid the place.
Early one Saturday morning I heard the insistent ringing of my doorbell.
I couldn’t imagine who it could be and I was going to ignore it when I heard my name being called. I knew it was my friend Barbara. Her husband, Harry was in the car with their nephew, Joel and his girlfriend.
“Grab your coat and come with us.” Barbara ordered.
“Where are we going?”
“Pioneer Park.”
She must have sensed my hesitation. She grabbed my arm and led me to their car.
“Last night I couldn’t sleep and I heard chanting out in front of the house,” she began. “I didn’t want to look out front so I looked out the side upstairs window and I saw a long procession of dark robed people carrying candles. It was the largest group I’d ever seen gathered. The chant was almost like a growl that rumbled down the street. I was scared.”
“Julie and I were coming home from a movie when we saw flickering lights up in the hills near the park,” Joel added. “We decided to investigate, but the wind started blowing and we were being peppered by hail. It stopped after we turned towards Julie’s house.”
“This morning my sister and I went jogging up near the park,” Julie said. “We could hear something in the hedge, like it was stalking us. We cut across the street and that’s when we saw candle wax on a rock formation shaped like a pentagram.”
Evidently, Julie and her sister ran home, called Joel, who called his Aunt Barbara, who came to get me . . .
“Now, we’ll have proof of satanic activities going on at the park,” said Barbara.
Quite frankly, I didn’t care. I’m content to allow people to do as they please as long as they don’t involve me in their activities. I didn’t really want to see the pentagram or be anywhere near that park, but I held my tongue.
Harry parked the car and we got out with Julie leading the way. Yes, there was evidence of a pentagram with candle wax melted on it. It gave me a chill. The wind picked up and before we got back to the car, it started to hail.
Something strange was definitely going on and we didn’t need to be out there. Harry couldn’t get the car started. There was panic in the car. The windows were all steamed up and at various places the message “Get Out” was scrawled on the windows.
Harry got the car started and we darted down the street away from the park and the pentagram.
We went to Barbara and Harry’s house. That was all right with me, I wasn’t ready to go home just yet. We sat at the kitchen table while Harry made a fresh pot of coffee. Barbara started cooking pancakes, she cooked when she was upset. It was fine with me, not that I wanted breakfast, but it was comforting to watch “normal” morning behavior.
Then Barbara said, “I didn’t get one picture!” Then started laughing. “Do you want to go back!”
We all shouted, “No!”
We knew what we saw and what we experienced. We didn’t need a picture, the memory was freshly imprinted on our minds. It wasn’t an experience we would soon forget.
We settled down to eating our pancakes and discussed everything except the incident we just experienced. We didn’t want to open the door to going back to take a picture or do a video.
Thanks for stopping by!
Sharon
by Sharon | Sep 21, 2018
I ain’t afraid of no ghosts seems to be the running joke with “ghost hunters”.
But in reality, I’m not too sure.
We may not be afraid afraid of them, but we can still be startled by them or feel uncomfortable around them.
This is a real ghost story told to me by Kevin.
One weekend he agreed to house sit for a friend. Basically he was feeding his friend’s dog and cat and hanging out with them for awhile before returning home.
His friend told him the house was haunted, but not to worry about it, no harm has come to his family or pets. Kevin wasn’t a believer in ghosts and just took it as his friend messing with him.
When he arrived to feed his friend’s pets, he saw something watching him from an upstairs window. He immediately texted his wife to join him at the house. Kevin wasn’t comfortable going into the house alone.
When his wife arrived, he told her to stay outside and he went in alone to check out the bedroom window where he was sure someone was watching him.
He went through the whole house feeling a bit foolish. Nothing was there.
He and his wife fed the dog and cat and settled into the living room to watch a DVD that Kevin’s friend set out for him to watch.
The dog was barking at something on the staircase. The cat settled on the sofa next to Kevin’s wife, Maureen.
Kevin went upstairs to investigate what had the dog so upset. When he returned he was white as a ghost, shaking and having trouble breathing.
Maureen went to him. She was going to go upstairs, but Kevin blocked her from going up.
Once he settled down, he took Maureen by the hand and showed her what scared him. He explained that he saw someone in that front bedroom window looking at him when he arrived. When he went upstairs the first time, the door was open. When he went up the second time the door was closed. When he opened it, there were three coats hanging on the bed post — one inside the other.
Downstairs, they heard noises in the kitchen and found all the pots and pans stacked one on top of the other on top of the stove. They knew the stove was clear of any pots and pans when they fed the dog and cat.
They turned off the television and DVD player, ejected the DVD and put it back in its case and left the house.
Before this incident, Kevin and Maureen didn’t believe in ghosts.
They did return later that day to take the dog and cat along with their food, bowls, litter box, beds, toys, etc. with them. Neither of them had any desire to return to the house.
When Kevin’s friend returned, he explained to him what happened.
His friend wasn’t surprised. He said things like that happened all the time.
It seemed to be poltergeist activity that was occurring in the house. If Kevin’s friend was comfortable with it, then it was his business.
I wouldn’t want to be in a house with poltergeist activity. I would prefer ghosts.
Thanks for stopping by!
Sharon
by Sharon | Sep 19, 2018
The imagination goes a bit wild when in the dead of night there is thumping on the wall.
There have been several stories where people have been buried in the wall of a basement or in a wall of the house, perhaps sealing a closet. It’s not something I like to think about or consider, but . . .
Rosie joined us at the coffee shop one morning to tell us her story.
“I know this is a strange story, but it is 100% true,” she said. “It was about 11:30 at night. I was awakened by the sound of thumping on the wall.”
Rosie’s husband Charlie was watching a movie in the living room when he ran up the stairs when the thumping started. It echoed through the house. He was afraid something had happened to Rosie.
They sat on the bed listening. Then they heard, “Please, let me out.”
They opened the sliding closet doors, dresser and chest drawers, but there was nothing they could see stuck inside. Charlie checked the back of the closet and noticed a place where it had been patched.
Although it was close to midnight or just after, Charlie used a hammer to break out the drywall in the back of the closet. In between hammering and pulling out the pieces of drywall, they heard, “No, no, no escape.”
Rosie said it was such a pitiful sound that she couldn’t help answering. “We’re opening the wall, be patient. We’re helping you get out.”
They got the back of the closet opened to the studs, but found nothing. Rosie was disappointed.
Again, they heard, “I’m still here, but you can’t find me,” coming from behind the studs. That was the closet of the room next door.
Again they broke through the drywall to expose the other closet.
Nothing. But there was thumping and crying.
Charlie and Rosie couldn’t stand to stay in the house. They packed an overnight bag and stayed in a motel.
They didn’t want to go home. It unnerved them enough to think about putting the house on the market to sell, but they needed to replace the drywall and paint inside the closet.
They hired someone to replace the drywall, but while he was working he heard, “Help me, please.”
He called the police. The police came to investigate, but just saw a house that had drywall removed from inside a closet.
Before the police left there were thumps on the wall in the living room. There was no voice, but it was evident that something was in the wall wanting to get out. With an axe, the living room wall was opened up. If that wasn’t enough, there were more thumps. Before long the whole house was gutted down to the studs.
Nothing was found, but the thumping continued.
The foundation of the house was excavated and Rosie and Charlie contacted the contractor and the realtor. They were wondering if they had a poltergeist situation.
This wasn’t something Rosie and Charlie could keep from the neighbors.
Rosie and Charlie’s house was leveled and a bare lot with evidence of lots of digging and then filling in. They were looking for answers and also needed a place to stay. They rented a house on the other side of town.
After several months, other houses in the neighborhood were destroyed. Others were hearing the thumping on the walls of their houses. There was no explanation, but the neighborhood that was built up just a few years prior was now barren land.
Some paranormal investigators were brought in and, of course, with that many crack pots.
There was a class-action lawsuit brought against the housing development, the contractors and anyone else they could name. It was not a suitable settlement for the homeowners, because there was no explanation to the thumping on the walls. The homeowners volunteered to open up the walls and to open up the foundation. They also voluntarily gutted their homes.
It makes you wonder if it was mass hysteria or an overactive imagination. If you heard thumping on the wall in the middle of the night and during the day, would you open up the walls or would you bless the house?
There are a few houses standing on the outskirts of the neighborhood. They opted to bless their house and set the trapped spirit free.
Rosie and Charlie agree they may have acted rashly, but you had to have heard the pleading voice. And once you experienced this, would you be able to live in that house?
This story is just too real . . . It may have happened in other neighborhoods, too.
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Sharon
by Sharon | Sep 8, 2018
I believe my local coffee shop is haunted.
It seems that every time my friend Kelly comes to the coffee shop, before she gets to our table a chair is pulled out. It’s almost as though one of us kicks the chair out in greeting for her to sit down. The first few times this happened, I thought nothing of it. I did believe someone did push it out with their foot. A few weeks ago, I was the only one at the table and I didn’t notice Kelly approaching me. I was busy writing on my laptop.
I did look up when she greeted me and as if on cue, the chair was pulled out by an invisible force inviting her to sit down.
We don’t always sit in the same place, but this happens every single time Kelly comes to join us.
Barbara came next, but her chair wasn’t pulled out. I don’t remember my chair being pulled out when I arrived. I asked Kelly if she noticed that no matter where we sit, a chair is always pulled out for her.
“Oh that,” Kelly said. “It’s been happening for as long as I can remember.”
We were thinking it was telekinesis, but Kelly wasn’t aware of doing it.
“Do you decide where you’re going to sit when you come to the table?” Barbara asked.
“No, not really,” answered Kelly. “I just know where to sit when the chair is moved out.”
“Does this happen everywhere you go?” I asked.
She thought for a minute and said, “As a matter of fact it does.”
We decided to do a little experiment. We went out on the back patio. Kelly selected the table and a chair was pulled out while Barbara and I stood back.
“Can you make anything else move?” I asked.
“No, just chairs.”
“Well, pull out a chair for me,” Barbara said.
“I can’t,” Kelly replied.
It was a strange phenomenon, but I have another friend who can always find a parking place. No matter how crowded a parking lot is or a street, she just says, “Where am I going to park?” and someone pulls out creating a parking space.
It may be quite rare or people just don’t talk about it. My father knew a man who also had the gift of finding a parking space.
This could be either conscious or not, but the results are the same. Some people may have a special gift or they have angels around them or poltergeists or spirits — or it may be their personal energy level.
I haven’t perfected it. I can’t get the gate to open when I have my hands full. Or anything else to open or close at will. If it is mind over matter, it seems with practice one would be able to consciously manipulate objects.
Please leave me your thoughts on the matter below in the comments. I would love to learn more about this and similar phenomena.
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Sharon
by Sharon | Sep 7, 2018
I’m always hearing about unexplainable paranormal experiences people have had.
I hear about them while I’m at my local coffee shop. Also while I’m setting flowers out at the local cemetery. Many people go there to visit with their past loved ones — and sometimes they speak back.
See if any of these are familiar to your personal real ghost stories.
Dianne was out shopping with her sister.
When they were checking out, her sister remarked, “I’m so tired, I can’t wait to rest my head on my pillow.”
A week later Dianne’s sister was attacked and killed while walking to her car after work.
A month later Dianne was putting away clean linens in the closet when a pillow case fell from the shelf.
Dianne felt at first uncomfortable, then a sense of well-being came over her. She took it as a sign that her sister was telling her everything was all right.
We do have our loved ones contact us beyond the grave in many different ways.
Penny dropped a friend home one night.
Her friend lived out on a dirt country road. Penny was feeling uncomfortable about driving out there, but she was a friend and needed a ride.
On her way home after dropping off her friend, Penny’s car just died. It was dark all around her. She couldn’t get the car started. Her headlights didn’t work, there was no signal for her cell phone. She found a flashlight, stepped out of the car to look around. She saw a handmade sign on the side of the road that read, “Heaven is near.”
She heard footsteps behind her and got back into her car and locked the door.
Penny was sure the grim reaper was after her.
Penny was so scared, she fainted.
When she awoke about two hours later — it was after 7 PM when she dropped her friend off and it was then after 9 PM — the car was idling and the headlights were on.
She drove home in a haze not knowing what happened.
Some may say alien abduction. Others may say that her imagination got the better of her and she may have blacked out and in that blacked out state got the car running again.
I believe things happen for a reason. It’s possible that Penny needed to stop for awhile before exiting the dirt road and getting back on the highway. It’s similar to being delayed when we’re ready to go and we can’t find our keys.
We do have angels looking out for us.
Grandma Rita’s “Sittings”
Ralph’s grandmother was a medium. Every Friday night without fail she had what she called “sittings,” but they could be considered séances.
Ralph’s grandmother, grandfather, mother, father and Ralph were always there. Friends and neighbors would sometimes attend or invite a friend. It was nothing formal and there was no charge for participating.
One fall evening Ralph’s family was in attendance with two neighbor ladies. Rita was getting ready to begin when the flash of headlights shined through the front picture window. They heard a car door slam, followed by two more.
Ralph’s father got up to greet the late arrivals. He looked out the front window, but saw no car outside. He opened the front door and there was no one there.
Everyone heard the same thing, everyone looked out the front window — nothing was there.
Rita said something quite strange, “Now that we’re all here, shall we begin?”
Everyone returned to their seat and the “sitting” began.
Ralph doesn’t remember anything special about that reading. It may be his imagination, but he thought there may have been three more guests sitting at the table he couldn’t see.
Strange and unusual things happen all the time. Rita knew what was going on, but didn’t enlighten her family or guests. Spirits are individuals with personalities. These spirits were having a bit of fun in their mode of transportation. They knew how to make an entrance.
Brian’s Scary Night Alone
Brian was home alone to catch up on some work while his wife and children went to a movie after dinner. He was in his office when he heard water running in the kitchen. He thought his family was home and his wife was doing the dishes. He checked — no running water and no dirty dishes in the sink.
He returned to his office when he heard the television turn on and the distinctive sound of channels being changed. Brian went to check. The TV was off.
He called out to his family and even went upstairs to check all the rooms. He found nothing except a teddy bear in the hallway. He picked it up and tossed it on the bed of his youngest daughter.
When he returned to his office, the teddy bear was in his desk chair.
He was going to move it, but with all the other activities of the evening, he backed away and went into the living room to watch television. He channel surfed for awhile and decided to watch a DVD.
When Brian returned to his chair, the teddy bear was sitting there with it’s glassy eyes staring at him.
This time he threw the bear out of his chair and across the room.
He was so unnerved by the experience, he decided to go to bed and read. On his way up the stairs, the bear tripped him and he fell hard on the stairs knocking himself out.
When his family returned home, Brian was still sprawled unconscious on the stairs. The next thing he remembered was waking up in the hospital.
His wife removed the teddy bear from the house after hearing Brian’s tale. Before returning home she had the house blessed, but when Brian returned there were still strange things going on in the house.
They soon moved.
There have been possessed dolls — why not teddy bears? There have been poltergeists and ghosts in houses. Brian believes this was the first time he was home alone. Had his family been with him, he would have thought nothing of the teddy bear being moved around, thinking his daughter or one of the other children did it.
It’s always fun to hear about the experiences of others — some are similar to our own — and some, thankfully haven’t happened to us.
I hope you enjoyed this post of a few real ghost stories — maybe there weren’t any real ghosts . . . but it does fit the broad definition.
Thanks for stopping by!!
Sharon
