EVPs In Haunted Places

Hauntings, Apparitions And EVPs.

I find EVPs to be quite fascinating. Especially when they’re engaging with the living.

Mostly they are cries for help or screams which can run chills down one’s back. I’m especially disturbed my the EVPs of children. 

The Video to the right has a nice variety of EVPs from various locations. Some are quite disturbing.

EVPs That May Creep You Out:


I’m All About Finding Evidence That Ghosts Do Exist.

I believe they do try to communicate with us at times. Just like us, some are friendly … some may be a bit cranky … All to varying degrees . . 

I believe in ghosts. I have seen them and heard them. I’ve heard others tell of their paranormal experiences that are Real Ghost Stories. There are times when we can’t explain what we’ve experienced, but we do know what we know to be true.

I’ve been having some strange dreams lately … I woke up around three in the morning to what I believed to be pounding on my front door. My little Yorkshire Terrier didn’t hear it … she was still sleeping, not barking. So, it must have been part of my dream … I It did seem so very real to me.

I do have a Spirit Box … I didn’t turn it on early this morning, but maybe I should have to see if any spirits were around. Basically I was a bit too disturbed by my dream to do any investigating … All right I’m a scaredy cat!! To be honest with you, it made me think of Amityville … and no one wants to go there at three in the morning!!

I believe my experience was a dream … I keep telling myself that 🙂

Some of those EVPs I found creepy … I never like to hear “Get Out!”

I did enjoy the video … especially the history of the various haunted places.

I must admit hospitals do creep me out … abandoned or currently being operational assisting the sick and injured. They’re not a place I like to visit friends or loved ones. I usually see an apperition or two … And I make it very clear that they don’t follow me home …

Now … cemeteries intrigue me … but I don’t want any ghosts following me home from there either … I don’t know if I’d hang out at a cemetery. I’d prefer to haunt my house … Just saying …

Please leave me a comment about the video or any of your personal experiences.

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Dolls Creep Me Out

I may not be alone — dolls creep me out.

I felt this way before Chucky! There has always been something creepy about them.

But a Raggedy Ann doll?  What could be creepy about it?

It’s not the doll, but what’s in the doll.

Ed and Lorraine Warren renowned demonologists and paranormal investigators have Annabelle locked up in their private creepy Occult Museum in their house in Monroe, Connecticut.  Ed Warren passed in 2006, but Lorraine Warren continues with paranormal investigations.

The story of Annabelle is well known, but for those who may not know I’ll give a brief history. In the 1970’s a woman bought a Raggedy Ann doll at a hobby shop for her daughter’s birthday. Her daughter was an adult and a nursing student. It seemed lots of young girls liked having dolls and stuffed toys on their beds — perhaps a connection to their childhood and home. And, I remember how popular these dolls were to make in all sizes.

As you can see from the picture above, Annabelle was a fairly large Raggedy Ann doll.

As the story goes, two nursing students shared an apartment and the Raggedy Ann doll was a prominent figure in the house. As long as it was a doll and behaved as a doll, everything was all right, but it didn’t.  There were “messages” written on parchment paper — which the girls did not have in their apartment. The doll would move from one bedroom to the living room . . . and was seen standing on her own.

Of course, this frightened the girls and they consulted a psychic.  They were told how a little girl, Annabelle, died on the property and her soul was in the doll. They were also told that the little girl wanted to stay and live with the young nursing students. They agreed and were very sympathetic to the story.

As time passed, the doll’s behavior got more erratic and violent until the Warren’s were called in and the doll had to be removed. The doll had a demon inside, not a child. This demon was biding its time until it would eventually possess one of the nursing students.

This possession thing is what creeps me out. I try not to think about demons, but they are very much a part of the paranormal as angels. And, too, often they are encountered in antiques.

We, as collectors, have a kind of romantic attachment to stories and wanting to preserve the old, but we do, at times, encounter things that we can’t handle or don’t want to handle.

I’ve never really liked puppets or marionettes.  I thought they were just creepy.

My brother got a Howdy Doody Marionette for Christmas one year and I stayed away from it.  Gary got good at manipulating the strings and having him walk around and up and down the stairs and even do a little dance, but I wasn’t amused, I was afraid of it — it just wasn’t natural.

I’m not claiming it was possessed, I’m just saying I didn’t like it. Howdy Doody was fine on television, but not in the same room with me. And it was fine for my brother to have as long as he kept it in his room.

Well, it seemed this toy would be in other parts of the house. Maybe my brother was trying to scare me, but he claimed he left it in his room.  I guess one day, this little marionette got in my mother’s way and it was put out in the trash.

As my mother admitted decades later when I asked her what happened to Howdy Doody, she admitted to throwing it out. “That thing kept staring at me. I swear it moved, crossing its legs and folding its arms.”

Throughout the day she kept hearing something in Gary’s room. She thought maybe there was a mouse in the house, but all she saw was that marionette.  She studied it as it seemed to study her each time she went into the room.  She moved it in the closet and it returned to the desk.

She got a paper bag out of the drawer and put Howdy Doody in it and put it in the trash. When my brother and I came home from school, she had some cookies for us.  We did go out to play for awhile, but after dinner when we were doing our homework, nothing was said about the missing Howdy Doody doll.

I asked my brother about it and he just shrugged and said, “One day it was gone. I was glad to see it go.”  Then he leaned closer and said, “You were right, that thing was creepy.”

Sometimes there are real demons possessing items and sometimes things are just creepy with the help of our imaginations . . . or . . . not.

I hope you liked this post about creepy dolls — maybe you have a story or two of your own. I’d love to hear from you in the comments below or you can email me: admin@twocansonastring.com

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Whispered Message

We’ve all shared whispered thoughts, but have you heard a whispered warning and no one was around?

When I was in high school, I was waiting in the car while a friend was knocking on the door of another friend. We were going to the homecoming football game.

I heard someone whisper, get out, now.

It was a suggestion, not a command.

I opened the car door, got out, closed the door and walked toward the front of the car, but a few feet away.

I heard a loud “crack,” then a “crash” as the limb of the tree fell on the car, crushing the roof, breaking out the windshield and the passenger side window and crushing the passenger door.

Without a doubt, I would have been killed.

Since the wind is blowing outside, I thought I’d share with you a few “whisper” stories you may enjoy — maybe you have one of your own you’d like to share with us in the comments below — or send to us: admin@twocansonastring.com

Sarah received such a warning when she was out walking her dog.

When Sarah was twelve years old, she lived with her parents in a new housing track where new construction was actively taking place. All the workers had gone for the day and she and her dog, Henry, liked exploring the development. Occasionally, she would take a wagon on her walk to pick up wood scraps for their fireplace.

Sarah and Henry walked a couple of blocks away. It was now time for them to return home before dark.

On this particular day, Sarah was collecting wood scraps. The wagon was full, overflowing full. Henry was pulling at his leash, but Sarah had to walk slowly with her wagon.

They stopping for the few cars that were passing by before crossing the street.

Sarah heard, “Wait. A strange car without headlights is coming.”

She backed up her wagon into the driveway of the unoccupied house.

A car without headlights appeared, stopped at the curb, the passenger door and a man shouted, “Come here!”

Sarah left her wagon and she and Henry ran for help. They ran toward a porch light. Sarah breathlessly rang the doorbell and cried out, “Help!”

The door was opened. She just pointed at the car at the curb. The husband and wife who answered the door, immediately went into action. The man walked towards the car at the curb yelling at the man inside. He told him in no uncertain terms to get out. The man’s wife wrote down the license plate number and called the police.

Sarah never told anyone about the “warning” she heard, but she was grateful for it.

The police apprehended the man in his car a few blocks away just as he was grabbing a young girl and pulling her into his car.

Sarah’s warning helped two potential victims that late afternoon/early evening.

Residual Haunting, Perhaps.

I find this story interesting because of the possible historical implications.

Leslie was visiting her cousins one summer. She knew their house was haunted, but nothing scary ever happened to her there.

Her aunt set a mattress on the floor in the living room for Leslie and her sister to sleep on.

She felt warm and kicked off the covers. She tried to get back to sleep, but decided to get a glass of water. As she approached the kitchen, she heard a man say, “They can’t hide here.”  Then a woman answered, “They’re here and they’re staying.”

The kitchen light was off and neither voice sounded like her aunt or uncle.

She slowly backed away. She felt suddenly cold and wanted to get back to bed.

What really scared her was when the man said, “She heard us.”

She heard footsteps behind her and felt breathing down her neck.

Leslie’s screams awoke the whole household.

She learned that the house was part of the underground railway system for negro slaves who were seeking freedom. In the morning, her aunt showed her where the tunnel was blocked off, but she believed the house was still active with the spirits of those who lived there previously and those who passed through.

Whispers Coming From The Vents In The Condo.

Jon and Betty were hearing whispering voices from the vents in their condo. They became a little paranoid thinking that if they could hear others, others could hear them.

Jon went to talk to the on-site realtor and voice his concerns. He was basically told he was imagining things, because the vents were not connected to any of the other condos. Plus, each one was specifically built for privacy with sound proofing between all common walls ceiling and flooring.

The annoying thing was that neither Jon nor Betty could understand what was being said or if the whispers were male or female.

One evening, while watching a television program, Jon heard tapping on the vent. He muted the television and listened. There was a pattern. Three tap, tap, taps in quick progression. Then tap, pause, tap, pause, tap, pause. Followed by tap, tap, tap. Then the pattern repeated. He knew it was the universal code for “Help.”

Jon immediately called the association to have someone come immediately to check out the problem he was experiencing.

Albert, the man who answered Jon’s call walked in.

“I don’t hear anything,” he said curtly and turned around for the door.

Then he heard the tapping. A flush came to his face and beads of sweat formed on his forehead and upper lip. He ran out of the condo.

Jon found him outside, leaning on a lamp post, muttering to himself. “It’s impossible. Impossible.”

Albert placed a call on his cell phone. Jon couldn’t hear what was being said, but Albert was gesturing wilding with his free hand. “Get over here, now!”

Upon seeing Jon, Albert straightened himself up and said, “I’ve called an exterminator, it could be a rodent in the vent. Is there a place you and your wife can stay for a few days?”

Jon knew Albert wasn’t being straight with him and had no intention of vacating his home.

As it turned out, Albert, “the exterminator ” and another man were all partners in financing the building of the condo complex. The other man was causing problems for Albert and his friend and found himself pushed down an open shaft and left for dead. It is unknown if the man died immediately or if he tried in vain to be rescued.

Eventually, he did die and the whispering and tapping was his way of getting attention in his afterlife of what had happened to him.

The remains of the unfortunate partner were recovered from the vent and Albert and “the exterminator” were sentenced for their crime.

As for Jon and Betty, they sold the condo and moved out of state to settle into a lovely house by a lake.

Whispered messages could be a blessing.

I hope you enjoyed these Real Ghost Stories.

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How Many Ghost Hunters Are There?

I’ve been watching some YouTube Videos.

I’m truly amazed by the number of people who go out to explore haunted locations.

I have always been fascinated by haunted stuff and haunted locations. Some people are into cemeteries, hospitals, schools … roads, tunnels, bridges … I get creeped out by abandoned places, too. I like ghost towns and malls that have shut down due to lack of business — this is truly sad when a city or town can’t get enough business to support a mall.

I know, at one time how I didn’t like how “down town” turned into a “ghost town” because the malls took away all the business … Now, perhaps due to the internet and people preferring to shop “online” rather than in physical stores, this is going to be a reality in most towns and cities.

So … How many people actually like going ghost hunting and have started their own YouTube Channel?

This is obviously something they truly love. Otherwise they wouldn’t do it. Getting the wits scared out of me isn’t something I truly enjoy … but it is interesting for me to watch.

I truly am grateful for all the paranormal investigators out there who like going to various haunted locations to film whatever it is they capture on tape or audio.

Below I have a couple of video I’d like to share. The first one is because I could hear the train whistle … it was kind of cool and also a bit creepy. I do like trains and train whistles,

The second video shows clips taken from different individuals who wanted to share the paranormal activity they caught on tape.

Waverly Hills Sanitorium Paranormal Exploration

Ghosts Caught On Tape In Abandoned Places

I believe just about every time I watch “haunted” videos or “ghost” videos or those of abandoned properties and places, I discover more and more people have picked up this interest in “ghost hunting” or investigating the paranormal.

It truly is exciting to watch these videos in the comfort of your own home without having anything jump out at you or getting a creepy feeling as doors slam and shadows dart across windows or in hallways. It is truly creepy to hear footsteps causally walking or running … Equally unnerving is having someone or something touching you with icy cold fingers … or getting scratched.

And how about that loud ringing or noise heard in the first video?

There are a lot of strange things that happen to those investigating haunted places … Many feel they’re being watched or they get a creepy feeling with the hair on the back of their neck standing up … or breaking out in goosebumps. It is truly scary when one is pushed or hit … this happens more often than not … What makes these paranormal investigators continue … The love of sharing their videos and perhaps discovering something about life after death.

It is a scary business of going out to abandoned haunted places. I’m glad so many do … This allows me to share real ghost stories from various places.

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Keeping A Ghost Hunting Journal

My Ghost Hunting Group met at our favorite coffee house the other morning.

Many of them keep a journal of their paranormal experiences. I don’t keep one and neither does my friend Barbara. We usually remember our experiences when prompted by another member who shares something or asks a question. Maybe this blog is my paranormal journal of sorts.

My experiences seem to repeat from time to time. For example, there’s a place where I pick up “ghosts” in my car. This is the route I take to go to the bank and to the vet. This particular corner seems to be where they hitch a ride. I don’t especially like it, because they seem to suck the air out of the car. I open the windows and the moon roof to bring more air in. I’m also hoping the added air will suck them out. They don’t need to hitch a ride with me. They can get where they want to go on their own.

I did share this experience at one of our gatherings and others have experienced the same thing on this same corner and also when they leave the cemetery.

Spirits do attach themselves to you.

That’s why it’s a good idea to let spirits know they can’t hitch a ride with you, especially when you’re on your way home.

I know on my recent trip to the vet, I had a few spirits with me. For one, my little Yorkie was barking and growling at something that wanted to get in her seat. She was having no part of it. For two, before we walked into the waiting room, several dogs were barking and whining. I just hope they don’t connect the mayhem with me –I may be looking for another vet.

I do tell my hitchhiking ghosts to get out and not to follow me, but they do what they want. Some follow others out the door and hitch a ride home with someone leaving the vet’s office. Or they go to the various examination rooms snooping around and causing havoc.

I’m wondering if these spirits just want to have fun or if they are looking for a place where they can be comfortable. I always make it a point to drive by mortuaries so they have a chance to find their way to the light and go where they belong, but who am I to say where they belong.

Carla has been plagued by a ghost.

“It started when I was a little girl,” she began. “We were on a camping trip with my aunt and uncle and cousins. We had separate tents — one for each family, but I wanted to be with my cousin, so I was allowed to set up my sleeping bag next to hers.”

After dinner, sitting around the campfire, Carla’s aunt told of a ghost of a little girl that has been with her her whole life. She sees her reflection in the mirror or in a window. It’s odd when she doesn’t see her from time to time.

Carla’s mother remembers that little girl and when she first attached herself to her sister.

“I remember when you were having trouble at school,” Carol said.

“Yes,” Candy said with a faraway look in her eyes — remembering.  “I remember when these boys used to follow me around and tease me. Sometimes they would push me. I don’t know why they targeted me to pick on, but it was horrible.”

This little ghost girl was able to knock them down and kick sand in their faces. Instead of this helping Carla, it made me more angry and escalated the situation.

“Come to think of it,” Candy said, “This little girl was not helping me at all.”

But as the story goes, this little girl had been taunted years earlier by another group of boys who were responsible for her death. It was claimed to be an accident, but many believed it was murder.

Ruth Ann, the ghost girl, was a good student and a pretty girl. She lived on the poor side of town, but with the busing, she was assigned to that school along with a whole bus load of other kids. They may have been picked on, too, but Ruth Ann was the main target for this group of bullies.

Ruth Ann missed the bus one afternoon, because she was locked in the bathroom. By the time the janitor heard her pounding on the door and screaming, the bus had already gone without her.

She had no choice, but to walk home.

Rocks were thrown at her — it seemed from all directions. Ruth Ann took off running, but one hit her in the head. When she fell to the ground, the boys circled around her and continued throwing rocks. Some were grabbing at her clothes.

It’s a tragic story and days before DNA testing, but since those accused were from a “good family” and Ruth Ann was from the wrong side of town, nothing much was done about it.

Ruth Ann attached herself to Candy, Carla’s aunt to protect her from the bullies.

Why did she attach herself to Carla during that camping trip?

Carla was having a bullying problem at school. She was a good student and the girls and some boys were calling her a geek and other unflattering names.

It seemed over the years with Aunt Candy, Ruth Ann acquired more skills of protecting the human and seeking revenge upon the bullies. In the lunch room she became quite adept at exploding the catsup and mustard packets to soil the users shirt or blouse or to dump their food on the floor. She thought it great run to have tatter tots scattered in the path of the bullies and watch them slip on them while they were carrying a tray of food.

Eventually, the bullies stopped tormenting Carla, but Ruth Ann continued bothering them.

Carla and her aunt do see Ruth Ann from time to time, but she may have moved on to other children who are experiencing bullying. It may be Ruth Ann’s calling in her afterlife to help others and encourage bullies to change their ways.

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