by Sharon | Oct 21, 2018
As I was taking my barrels out to the curb in front of my house earlier today, I could hear voices. None of my neighbors seemed to be out … other barrels were out … I couldn’t understand why I was hearing talking. This got me thinking about Mike’s real ghost story when he was working at a museum.
Art Museums are well known for the portraits and the comments of how the eyes seem to follow you. It does give you an uncomfortable feeling after awhile, but when there is a conversation going on when the room is supposed to be empty adds a whole new dimension to this room of portraits.
Mike worked at a museum.
He would conduct tours, but late at night when he was making his rounds to hurry along stragglers he would hear strange sounds. Sometimes there were footsteps echoing along the corridors. Other times he would hear conversations in hushed tones. He tried to make sense of it. He joined one of the security guards one night to make sense out of the sounds he heard.
Pete, the security guard, was interested in the paranormal. He showed Mike a security recording he found interesting. On Mike’s last tour, there was an apparition of a woman following him. Mike was unaware of her at the time. They went through other tapes and found the same ghostly figure following behind Mike. She appeared in the lobby where the tour started. She would appear in other parts of the museum, too on other days.
They tried to get a clear picture of who this ghostly woman was, but had no luck.
After midnight Mike and Pete conducted an experiment with the Ouija Board.
They wanted to contact this woman to learn who she was and why she was following Mike day after day.
It took several tries with no results. They decided to call in a professional psychic to hold a séance. They had to get permission and they also had to show the administrators the security tapes of the apparition that followed Mike around. None of the other museum staff seemed to have a ghost attached to them. They did get permission to hold a séance in the museum with a number of staff members and administrators who wanted to participate. Coordinating schedules was a problem, but several months later they were able to get together with the psychic to hold the séance.
The night of the séance everyone was excited in anticipation of finding out the identity of this ghostly apparition.
The museum administrator set up a buffet table to allow everyone to eat before or after the séance. There were no alcoholic beverages. This was to allow everyone to relax a little and mingle with the psychic before the séance. It was a nice touch for everyone to be comfortable around each other.
Before the séance began, there was the faint echo of footsteps and whispering down one of the corridors. They thought there could be more than one ghost haunting the museum.
During the séance there were many spirits in attendance. Mike’s ghost did appear towards the end. She told of her story of always coming to the museum with her father since she was a little girl and later with him with her children. As time passed and the passing of her father, the growing up of her children and moving away, she would pass the time by visiting the museum from time to time. She was pushed down the steps one day on her way out. She had been in a coma for quite some time from the head trauma and died. She was at the museum trying to find her father — maybe he was there looking for her.
When asked why she attached herself to Mike, she said she just liked him and wanted to be consistent in her search for her father. She wanted to crossover, but didn’t know how to do so and the other spirits in the museum weren’t interested in helping her.
It was a beautiful ending to the séance when the psychic was able to bring the father and daughter together and experience her crossing over. The candles flickered and everyone heard her say, “Thank you.”
I hope you enjoyed this real ghost story and will tell a friend or two to visit TwoCansOnAString.com
Thanks for stopping by!
Sharon
by Sharon | Oct 18, 2018
When was the last time you saw a ghost?
Today? Yesterday? A week or month or year ago? Maybe … never?
Well they are around …
Tim and his wife were at the florist shop in town ordering some flowers to send to his grandmother who was in the hospital recovering from a hip replacement. His wife pointed out a man who was standing by a display case. He didn’t hear what she said, but the man seemed out of place and had a blank expression on his fact. His wife went to speak to one of the workers while Tim stayed where he was observing the strange short and portly may in a black suit that had seen better days. The man walked past Tim. He felt cold and also smelled like damp earth, but not in a nice after a rain clean smell. Tim watched him go into the back room.
When his wife returned, he asked her about the odd man she pointed out.
“What man?” she asked, confused. She said she was pointing to one of the workers and wanted to know if they could order something special to be filled and delivered in Dallas.
Now Tim was confused and wanted to know about that man, but didn’t want to make himself look foolish. He looked around the shop while his wife took care of the order. He was interested in the pictures that were on the wall with the various owners since the shop was first opened.
He saw the man in a photograph. He had to go outside for some air. He thought he was going to pass out or throw up or both.
Tim sat on a bench that was outside the shop. He hung his head between his knees, taking slow, deep breaths. When he sat back up, the strange man was sitting next to him on the bench.
He heard very distinctly, “Young man, I own this shop. Is there anything special you want today?”
Tim didn’t know if the man was real or not. He reached out to touch him . . . and he vanished.
Evidently, the previous owner didn’t know he was dead and was carrying on with his normal daily activities.
It was the strangest experience Tim ever had. He was still shaken when his wife came out of the shop looking for him.
Tim’s wife wasn’t as timid as her husband when it came to asking about ghosts. The worker who was taking care of her order said, “Oh yes, Mr. Stephenson is here regularly. There are times we have seen floral arrangements on the work bench in back that he must have made up. It’s nice to have the old with the new.”
She pointed out some arrangements that he made.
“These will be sold by the close of today,” the woman said. “Someone will come in looking for it.”
It’s refreshing how some people just take hauntings in stride and appreciate what they can learn from those who have passed on.
I believe this is more common than not … there is nothing to get freaked out about … At my local grocery store there is an elderly gentleman who greets me in the produce section — he is definitely an apparition … a spirit … a ghost … and he is there checking on the produce, making sure it is fresh.
It is unfortunate most people don’t see him … he does work very hard.
Thanks for stopping by!
Sharon
by Sharon | Oct 13, 2018
As I’m writing this it is raining and there is thunder rumbling and grumbling in the background.
I’ve been looking forward to this thunder storm for weeks now . . . and it has finally arrived!!
While writing my previous post, my computer screen went black . . . I was quite concerned about the post I was sharing — hoping it didn’t get lost . . . and also wondering if my laptop went kapoot . . . Fortunately all is well and I’m going to share with you another Real Ghost Story — this one not so close to home . . .
This happened once before when I was writing about a haunted doll . . . so I think it best to stay away from that topic during a thunder storm . . . But what would be of interest to you . . . and fun for me to write about while I’m experiencing this thunder storm.
My precious Yorkie is by my side. She’s not fond of thunder, but she’s all right. As am I, thanks for wondering 🙂
Ray and Brenda moved into a condo which had been built 25 or so years ago, but it was a nice place that is owned by a man who rented it out because he went to live in an assisted living complex.
The condo was rented to a couple who lived there for 5 years — they had no children, but worked at the local hospital and seemed very happy.They moved because they bought a house of their own.
So really, Brenda didn’t seem to have any reason for feeling uncomfortable in the house. The owner was still alive and happy, yet did have some health issues, but nothing to do with the “disturbances” and “uneasiness” Brenda was feeling.
The owner bought it as an investment after the death of his wife. He sold the house he shared with her and their now grown children and wanted to downsize a bit. The eldest son bought the house from his father and he still lives there with his family.
Actually, he was the one Ray and Brenda met when they decided to rent the condo.
So, hearing running and children giggling didn’t seem to fit with the condo environment of the past 25 years.
Of course, Ray didn’t hear any of this and Brenda was beginning to think she was imagining it.
Ray decided to give Brenda a kitten to keep her company while he was at work. The sweet little kitten was named Katie. And, it was Katie who confirmed for Brenda that something strange was indeed happening in the condo.
She noticed how Katie was looking at something behind her … then there was giggling … Katie’s fur puffed out from the top of her head down to her tail . . . I don’t know if Katie was frightened or scared, but something was definitely going on.
One morning while eating breakfast, Ray heard a woman call his name.
He looked up across the table to Brenda, but she was chewing a mouthful of food which immediately assured him that Brenda did not call his name.
He had a similar experience a few days later while he was brushing his teeth — but Brenda was in the laundry room quite a distance from the bathroom.
Once again he shrugged it off — thinking it was someone in an adjoining condo.
Ray stayed home from work one day due to a sinus infection and was trying to sleep when he heard children running and giggling. Every time he looked around, he saw nothing. Brenda had gone shopping and it was just Ray and Katie in the condo — and Katie was curled up sleeping at the foot of the bed.
He decided to watch television in the living room and rest in his recliner.
He was just about ready to doze off when he heard the running feet followed by the giggling . . . but there was something different this time … he saw two little girls running around.
He was startled and said, “How did you get in here?” Who are you?” “What are you doing in my house?”
All was quiet and has remained so …
For Brenda, she was pleased Ray finally confirmed what she knew was happening . . . and she was pleased Ray was able to get rid of the ghost children — along with their mother as well.
I do hope you enjoyed this Real Ghost Story — my thunder storm seems to have moved on … it has stopped raining and I’m not hearing thunder . . .
Thanks for stopping by!
Sharon
by Sharon | Oct 10, 2018
A neighbor was doing major repairs on his house.
He is not the kind of person who would admit to having spirits in his house, but he had to admit something strange was going on since he began major construction by adding a second story to his home.
His wife was much more open minded and we started talking. I was on my way to my favorite coffee shop and she said she would meet me there.
I was surprised when her husband was with her when they walked up to the counter to place their order. I was sitting with my friend Barbara and her nephew and his girl friend.
I asked Bob how he liked camping out in his backyard. I thought this was the best way to get a conversation going. He said he felt like a kid. They had access to the house, but they set up a tent in their backyard to escape the dust and construction mess.
He even admitted to imagining their fire pit was a campfire and he and his wife Millie would tell scary stories.
Barbara asked if they were having any disturbances in the house.
She explained that all houses have spirits and those that take up residence don’t like change and new construction is something that threatens them.
Bob admitted they had problems with the architect and getting the stairway and the upstairs lay out the way they wanted it. Then there was the plumber who couldn’t get the upstairs baths working. Electrical was a problem, too. Mirrors kept breaking. Tools kept disappearing. Workers could hear talking or music or heavy footsteps. Inspectors wouldn’t arrive when scheduled. When they did come, they wouldn’t sign off the work.
They were well behind schedule. Workers refused to come. They reported being pushed and being watched. They also knew they weren’t welcome and their tool boxes would be dumped out or thrown across a room. Many quit, even though they needed the work, but they felt their life was in danger.
Millie was tired of camping out in the backyard, but she, too, started feeling uncomfortable in the house. They were close to throwing in the towel.
I suggested they speak with a psychic friend of mine to find out what was going on in the house.
I expected resistance and scoffing, but Bob jumped at the opportunity to get to the bottom of this and see what spirits were in the house and let them know who was boss.
I didn’t point out that Bob and Millie were camping out in their backyard afraid to spend any time in their house while the spirits were having a great time in the house.
We were invited to participate in a séance one evening.
When I arrived, Barbara, her husband, nephew and his girlfriend were already there. The psychic was running late. I could hear heavy footsteps upstairs. There were lights turning on and off throughout the house. I also heard water running upstairs. I expected it to flow down the staircase, but that didn’t happen.
It was a spooky place.
When the psychic arrived, we took our places around the dining room table. I noticed my chair kept moving and others were having a similar experience. The table moved. I brought my legs up into the chair to sit with them crossed as though I was sitting on the floor. I noticed others were readjusting themselves as well.
Bob’s chair tipped backward and he went crashing to the floor.
We were all a bit shaken up by that and decided to leave the table. We went out to the patio and sat talking while the psychic walked through the house.
There was a little boy who appeared, floated to Bob and kicked him in the shins. A little girl pulled Millie’s hair. I couldn’t believe it was ghosts of children who were causing all the trouble.
The children didn’t like the new construction. They didn’t like people in their house.
The psychic explained that they were of another time and needed to leave and join their parents who were waiting for them. They didn’t want to go. She explained that their friends were probably there, too. But nothing she said persuaded them to go.
I asked if they knew they were dead.
They ignored my question, but said they were told to stay in the house while their father drove their mother to the hospital. Evidently, they never returned and the children were trying their best to obey what their father had told them.
We needed to do some research about the house and the family that lived there. We weren’t going to have a séance that night or maybe any night.
I found it interesting how this construction brought the spirits out. There were others who had lived in the house without any disturbances. I wondered if that was possible. I also wondered why the children were there alone. Surely if something happened to the parents, relatives would have taken the children. It didn’t seem to make any sense.
Millie was finally able to get some answers about the early history of the house.
The parents of the children were going to the hospital, but they didn’t make it there. The children, instead of staying in the house as they were told to do were out running around the neighborhood. They ventured up into the hills and couldn’t find their way home in the dark. There were rumors the children were attacked by coyotes.
Once the ghost children were confronted with the truth, they talked with the psychic and explained how they tried to be obedient children believing their father would return home and in a few days their mother, too, with their new baby brother or sister. They were upset that the construction destroyed the house and their parents bedroom and that of the baby’s room.
It took several weeks before the children agreed to go into the light as instructed by the psychic. They realized that their behavior had nothing to do with the fate of their parents, but there were definite consequences that cut their lives short.
Today, Bob and Millie are delighted with the addition to their house. They are comfortable, but do think about the young family that lived in the house so many years before and what happened to the children as they were wandering in the hills.
The good news I can take from this story is that I have neighbors who believe in ghosts!!
It’s always disturbing to learn that the ghosts in your house are those of children.
And, yet, amusing that these young children haunted this house so successfully that they scared so many adults.
They have crossed-over and there was a happy ending. I do love it when I can share a Real Ghost Story with you that has a happy ending.
Thanks for stopping by!
Sharon
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 | Oct 2, 2018
College kids and ghost hunting seem to go together — especially with a media assignment.
I was at my local coffee shop when some college kids came in all excited about an assignment they had to film something. They could have done a political ad or some documentary about just about anything. They decided to go on a ghost hunt to a local elementary school. People have said that at night the swings are swinging and some claim to have seen ghostly children at play. They decided it was better than being in a spooky cemetery or in some other known haunted area.
My friend Barbara and I were invited to go along, but we passed. We thought the kids should enjoy the experience on their own. They were a little nervous about it, but they possessed that youthful enthusiasm I had to admire. I did encourage them to tell me about their experience the next morning.
The next morning they came in tired and a bit down.
They recorded or tried to record the swings swinging, but the cameras wouldn’t work. I looked at one of the cameras they offered and noticed that they did get something.
“Look, off to the side,” I pointed out. “It looks like a ghostly teacher on yard duty supervising the ghostly children.”
“Oh, I see it!” One girl squealed. “Let’s go again tonight and see if we get anything else.”
They were off to class to share what they found with their instructor.
Once again a tired group of college students came to share their ghost hunting experience.
The children on the swings didn’t appear, but the swings were swinging. They captured a little boy with a bat resting on his shoulder as he walked out in the field. They also captured girls jumping rope.
It seemed like a success for their first ghost hunting experience, but they were going out again to get the kids on the swings.
Barbara and I didn’t see the kids the next morning. As a matter of fact we didn’t see them again for about a week.
These students were so determined to capture ghostly children on the swings that they got a bit carried away and decided to have a séance in the playground near the swings. They did this on their own without having a psychic or someone who knew about holding a séance. They believed they could do it on their own from all the movies they’ve seen. They did want to capture it all on tape for their media assignment.
Once they got their candles in place and got themselves seated they began. It didn’t take long for the swings to start swinging. They needed to move out of the way, but they remained where they were not to disturb the spirits and what the camera was capturing.
It didn’t take long for the swings to begin attacking the students and they went running off leaving their candles and cameras behind.
They began seeing spirits wherever they went. They felt as though they were being watched. They decided to stay away from each other and places where they usually went. The problem was going to class and also going into the dorms.
They came in the coffee shop with their personal experiences to share.
“We opened up something,” one remarked.
“How do we make it go away?” was the question on their minds.
“I can’t sleep,” another explained. “There’s something at the foot of my bed watching me.”
Barbara told them to seek professional help and gave them a list of people to call.
One of the college students was sitting off by himself at another table. He had vacant eyes. He was carrying on a conversation with something we couldn’t see.
It wasn’t long after the college students left that something fell in the back room. Several coffee shop personnel ran outside. Barbara and I decided to join them. When we inquired what happened, one young woman remarked that something was in there. “It kept touching me,” she said.
Great, now my favorite coffee shop was haunted.
There are spirits around us all the time. We have been warned about Ouija Boards and calling on spirits when we don’t know what we’re doing. Ghost hunting looks like fun when we’re in the comfort of our own homes watching it on television or YouTube. The big difference is that these programs are documenting events as they happen, not calling out spirits.
That, initially, was what these college students were doing, but as they admitted they got carried away. They wanted to see the ghosts of children on the swings. That was the purpose of the media assignment. They discounted the ghostly apparitions they did capture on film.
The thing is, ghosts don’t appear on demand. They may be there, but it doesn’t mean we’ll see them, hear them, or be able to record them. We should be grateful for what they allow us to capture and not demand more — it could cause trouble as the college students admitted to experiencing.
I didn’t see that college kid who was sitting off by himself and conversing with something we couldn’t see in the coffee shop again. Hopefully, he got some professional help.
I haven’t been by that elementary school where the kids were recording in years — it’s a bit out of town and admittedly creepy to go out there. I remember hearing about the place and going out there when I was in high school.
The swings did swing for us … we did hear faint sounds of running feet and children laughing. At the time I didn’t know if it was real or my imagination kicking in … but when I did see the marks in the dirt of where a jump rope had been turned and small shoe prints, I became a believer. And also a bit sad to realize the number of small children who died young … At least they have this old playground …
Thanks for stopping by. I hope you enjoyed this Real Ghost Story.
Sharon
