by Sharon | Nov 7, 2018
Occasionally when I meet my ghost hunting friends at our local coffee shop there is a ghost or two hanging around.
They do try to get our attention in various ways.
On this particular morning I kept hearing a strange buzzing sound. I thought it was some kind of buzzing insect. I waved my hand next to my ear to chase it away, but I felt something ice cold. I knew instantly that some spirit was whispering in my ear, but I couldn’t make out any words.
I tried to communicate with the spirit by talking to it in my mind. I explained that I was sorry, but all I heard was a buzzing sound. I was interested in what it had to say, but it needed to find someone else who was on their frequency.
Evidently, my group was on the same frequency as I, because I noticed each one waving it away.
I explained to them that it wasn’t an insect, but a spirit trying to communicate with one of us.
Hank suggested to the spirit that it try to communicate with us in another way.
Great, I thought, now we’re going to have parlor games right here in the coffee shop.
Not to be disappointed, the chalk board with the daily specials was erased and the word “HELP” in all caps appeared on the board.
Hank told the spirit that he appreciated the message, but needed more information.
The next word was “FOLLOW.”
Great, now we needed to follow a ghost that we couldn’t see or hear someplace we didn’t know.
I wasn’t thrilled by the idea, but we left the coffee shop and got into Hank’s SUV to go on an adventure.
Hank was asking questions such as right or left as he drove out of town. Evidently, the ghost would tap Hank’s shoulder in reply.
We were heading out of town.
My friend Barbara didn’t seem at all concerned. Hank was concentrating on his driving. I seemed to be the only one who wasn’t keen on the idea. I guess I’m not much of a ghost hunter.
Off to the distance I saw an abandoned house.
As we drove up, there was a “Keep Out” sign nailed to the fence that was missing pickets and seemed to lean to one side.
When we got out of the car, we heard someone calling for help.
We immediately hurried to the sound of the cries being careful not to trip over debris that might be hidden in the tall grass.
When I saw the man on the ground, I immediately called 9-1-1 to get an ambulance out there as soon as possible. The man had broken his leg and I could see the bone poking through the skin.
I went outside to think about what had happened that morning. A spirit came to get us to help the man in the old abandoned house.
How was that possible?
I wanted to know more. Were they related? Was this the ghost’s house? Why was this man there? How did he break his leg?
It seemed to take forever for the ambulance to arrive, but they did with police and fire truck.
How was I going to explain why we were out there?
Fortunately, Hank did all the talking and Barbara and I nodded like bobble heads.
A couple of days later we visited the man in the hospital.
He told us he was hired to tear down the old place and level the lot. Since it was an old stone house, he was wondering if it was worth saving. He didn’t like destroying old buildings.
As he was climbing the stairs, he heard a buzzing sound in one ear, then the other. He also saw something pass him and run up the stairs. He was so startled that he lost his balance and fell down the stairs.
Since he believed in ghosts, we shared our experience at the coffee shop.
We were all pleased that the ghost that startled him also rescued him.
What happened to the old stone house?
It’s still there, but it has been renovated and the yard landscaped. The man who wanted it destroyed changed his mind after hearing what transpired in the house. He moved from Utah with his family and made it their home.
What about the ghost?
He’s still there with his wife. He’s the great-great-uncle to the man from Utah. The children like the elderly ghostly couple and their parents have learned that they can all live peacefully in the same house.
It’s nice when a ghost story ends happily.
Thanks for stopping by. I hope you liked this real ghost story!
Sharon
by Sharon | Nov 6, 2018
I was with my ghost hunting group at the local cemetery. While there, we met Bertha who had a story to tell.
She went on one of those tours of haunted places. She didn’t specify where and we didn’t press her.
Bertha was 14 or 15 years old at the time. She was looking forward to this particular trip and the whole family was interested in taking pictures to see if they could capture ghosts or orbs or anything paranormal.
When they arrived, Bertha recalled saying, “If there are any ghosts here, we mean you no harm,” as she stood in front of the massive building.
She heard something fall, she looked down and on the cement walkway was a metal object. She picked it up and put it in her purse.
She joined her parents, siblings and other tour group members up the steps and into the grand lobby. Bertha immediately felt a cold blast of cold air. She took pictures, but didn’t see anything. The cold air wasn’t coming from the air conditioning vents, but it was above her. She imagined ghosts flying overhead or giant orbs.
Bertha wasn’t paying much attention to the tour guide, she was more concerned about how cold her hands felt.
As we stood in a shady spot on this late June day in the cemetery, I noticed Bertha rubbing her hands to get them warm.
Bertha continued. She began feeling dizzy as they climbed the stairs along with the tour guide. Bertha told her mother she wasn’t feeling well and would wait for them outside.
She sat on the steps, off to one corner, to be out of the way of tourists, but visible to her parents when they finished the tour.
The dizziness subsided, but she shook with fear. She was sure something there did not like her — maybe personally, or just didn’t like her being there.
Bertha tried to calm herself down. She prayed for protection and immediately felt better.
After the tour, she met her parents and walked to the car. They stopped at a restaurant for lunch before heading for home.
She remembered her parents and brothers talking about the tour and what impressed them about what the tour guide said. She remembers her mother saying she took a lot of pictures and couldn’t wait to get them developed.
When they were leaving the restaurant, Bertha picked up a quarter she found on the sidewalk and put it in her purse. It clinked with the metal object she picked up earlier at the haunted place. She decided to take a closer look when they got in the car.
She brought it out as they were driving out of the restaurant parking lot. The car’s engine sputtered to a stop. Her father got out and lifted the hood to take a look. He fiddled with something and started the car. She was holding the object in her hand, but still hadn’t examined it closely. She opened her hand and looked at the broken bell-shaped object. There was a piece that fit in the top and there was no clapper in the bell.
She turned it over in her hand to examine the writing that was inside the bell. The car once again sputtered to a stop.
Bertha wondered if it had anything to do with the metal bell.
Her father got the car running again, but he drove to the nearest gas station hoping someone could fix the car.
Bertha put the bell back in her purse while they waited for her father to finish talking to the mechanic who could find nothing wrong. She was sure, the car trouble had something to do with the broken metal bell. She decided to keep it in her purse.
Bob, one member of our group, said that one should never accept gifts from ghosts. It could have been a demon or some ghost that wasn’t being generous, but was a way of getting into her house.
We all agreed, including Bertha who continued her story.
“When we did get home, I put the metal bell on my dresser. A friend of mine came over and invited me to the movies. Mom and Dad agreed and my brothers joined us.”
When Bertha and her brothers arrived home that evening, her mother and father were sitting on the front steps. Police cars were in front of the house and around the back.
“Someone broke in the house,” her father said calmly.
As it turned out, there was no break-in. The police could find no one in the house or around the house.
Bertha told her parents about the bell she found that morning and went to get it to show them.
The bell was part of a candle snuffer. The handle had broken off.
Bertha pointed out the inscription inside the bell. She couldn’t read it — it was in old script and she thought in another language.
Her mother cleaned it up with silver polish to clear away any soot and tarnish.
Looking inside, she read a message that disturbed her. She threw it in the trash and put it out to the trash can in the alley.
As it turned out, all their haunted tour photographs came out black.
Obviously, something didn’t want them to have pictures of their visit.
Eventually, Bertha’s mother shared what she read inside the broken bell. “A curse is placed on the possessor of this bell. May all your dreams be snuffed.”
Even though, the bell had been thrown out, strange things occurred in the house. There were many fires in the kitchen and garage. The whole family seemed to suffer from Bertha’s picking up the bell.
Her older brother broke his leg in a basketball tournament. Her younger brother got hit in the mouth with a baseball, breaking his front teeth. Her father lost his job, his boss and co-workers thought he was a jinx. Bertha had some traumas in her life, but she didn’t share them.
She was wondering about curses and how to break them. Since we didn’t know about the original curse, we couldn’t help her, but referred her to someone who might.
It is true that Bertha took a gift from some entity, her mother threw it out instead of giving it back. I wonder if that would have made a difference.
Just beware of taking gifts from ghosts.
Thanks for stopping by!!
I hope you will share this real ghost story along with some others with your friends and family.
Sharon
by Sharon | Nov 6, 2018
I’m always curious how the weather affects ghosts and spirits.
I am reminded that ghosts and spirits were once living beings and for some reason are stuck here or chose to visit here to look out for others. It may be where their friends are and they enjoy being with them or they may have unfinished business or have business of another sort.
As I said, ghosts and spirits were once living beings and should be treated as such. So, cloudy weather may affect them as it did in life. I like cloudy weather. I love the rain, thunder and lightning. I know others who don’t. So, I would imagine going out on such a day to look for ghosts would uncover nothing or a cranky ghost.
I’ve been investigating an old haunted theater for a few months now with some ghost hunting friends. They are quite serious about their ghost hunting. I’m a bit more laid back.
On this particular cloudy, fall day, I went to the old haunted theater with a card table, a jigsaw puzzle and a couple of chairs.
I set it up in the lobby where the light was best, since the place had been abandoned for a number of years with no utilities turned on, I wanted to have natural light.
Just as a note, we do get permission from the owner each time we visit.
My friends thought I wasn’t into today’s ghost hunting adventure, but it was just the opposite. I wanted to see if there was a spirit who was into jigsaw puzzles and wanted to spend some time with me. I’ve noticed whenever a jigsaw puzzle is set up, no one can resist stopping for a few minutes, checking it out and putting a piece in place. Sometimes they get “hooked” and sit down. This was the behavior I was counting on for my ghost hunting adventure.
Along with the card table, puzzle and chairs, I had my camera, tape recorder and EMF meter.
As I was setting out the puzzle pieces, I spoke aloud to the ghosts. I explained how on cloudy days I had a bet with myself. The bet was to see if I could complete the puzzle before the first drop of rain fell. Now this was no idle bet. I have puzzles with 1000 pieces or more. I was serious. I chose a jigsaw puzzle of candy wrappers — theater . . . candy . . . This theater was originally built for live performances and later converted to show movies and later abandoned when a multi-plex came to town.
I rambled on a bit longer about the puzzle and the various candies and settled down to business.
I started with the frame and noticed the chair opposite me move to one side. I didn’t think a spirit was sitting down, but just moved the chair a bit to let me know someone was there. My EMF meter lit up.
I said, “I don’t know why I brought this puzzle, it always makes me hungry.”
I heard very clearly, “Sugar Babies.”
“Oh, are those your favorite? They certainly are chewy, but stick to my teeth.”
I was hoping the EVP was being recorded.
Not knowing the age of this “ghostly spirit,” I didn’t want to ask too many questions, but to share information. I do talk when I’m nervous.
I noticed the “Sugar Babies” coming together to one side of the puzzle pieces I set out. Was the spirit telling me what pieces he/she was putting together?
I decided to test this out and did the same with “Junior Mints.”
“Mary Jane” was spoken next and the pieces came together.
This went on for some time and the puzzle was taking shape.
“You’re good at this,” I said. “We’ll get this finished before the first drops of rain.”
I then heard quite distinctly, “No rain today.”
I answered with, “You’re probably right, but it’s a good day for a jigsaw puzzle.”
My answer was “Cards.”
This spirit evidently enjoyed playing cards. I waited to see if he/she was going to say more.
I wasn’t sure if this spirit had moved on to see what the others were doing or not. My EMF meter was still on, but I may have been visited by another.
I declared my experiment a success and made a mental note to bring cards the next time, but I didn’t know what game this particular ghost preferred and I didn’t know many, just the basics. Maybe the others would like to participate next time.
I got the feeling from this brief encounter that this ghost may have been an actor and was used to passing the time playing cards. Or it may have been the one running the films and played cards between changing reels.
I did some research and discovered that the original owner of the building did set up a weekly poker game. He made his business legitimate with the playhouse. His son started running the movie house to bring in more customers, but his father still ran his poker games. He did expand it to nightly when it became a movie theater and the games were set up behind the stage in the old dressing rooms.
I learned of other businesses in town that ran “after hour” events as well.
It’s interesting what you can learn about a town by asking questions of the living who are willing to share. It’s just a ghostly nudge that gets the mind thinking about the random words that were spoken.
By the way, the spirit was right, no rain.
Thanks for stopping by!!
Sharon
by Sharon | Nov 5, 2018
My local coffee shop is a great place to meet my fellow ghost hunters and friends who have an interest in the paranormal. It’s also a good place to meet new people who have had experiences they can’t explain.
We don’t usually have an agenda when we meet. Sometimes we just talk about the ordinary things of home, family and friends.
There’s an old abandoned haunted hospital that we’ve all visited from time to time. It seems an investigation is never completed, it has only reached another point in our personal experiences.
This old hospital is not a place I want to visit at night. There is no electricity running in the place and it has been abandoned for years. I’ve received permission to visit it from time to time as have my friends. It’s always a good idea not to visit abandoned properties haunted or not alone. No one knows what one will find or the dangers that are afoot with rotted flooring and ceilings that could cave in or critters that have crawled in or worse.
This particular hospital is very haunted, built in the early 1800’s and used as a sanitarium for those with tuberculosis, incurable diseases, mental or physical disorders and various nervous conditions. Just standing in front of the old building makes me feel uncomfortable. I’ve heard odd sounds, both mechanical in nature, screams and maniacal laughter that chills me to the bone.
Of course such places get a reputation with unkind labels, but from what we’ve investigated, the rumors may be more fact than fiction. The place was closed down 20 to 30 years ago and there are people still living who had worked there or had family members who had worked there and told of their strange experiences.
I do get visions of it being a Dr. Frankenstein’s laboratory. There is definitely something odd about the 5th floor. At night people have reported lights in the hospital, electrical lights lighting up the whole place. They know it is impossible, but they know what they saw.
The one thing that was singled out for our discussion centered around the elevator. I had been there when I heard it moving on old metal grating metal gears. I’ve seen the doors open and close. I’ve watched the old half clock hand move up to the 5th floor and stop.
Graham was brave enough to go into the elevator and ride it up to the 5th floor and step out.
“I carefully walked around, holding my EMF meter up. I followed it where it led me.”
He stood in one particular spot, closed his eyes to concentrate on the room generally and the one spot where he was standing.
He spoke aloud, “Tell me about this place. I’ve heard rumors, but I need verification.”
Graham waited and heard shuffling first to his right, then left and he felt surrounded by energy. He heard one voice in particular say, “True.”
This brought chills to everyone listening.
The elevator made a grunting noise, according to Graham and he decided to take it down to the lobby. The stairway was not safe to maneuver.
While in the elevator, he had a conversation with an entity that seemed to know what had happened on that particular floor. The words, “Failure.” “Complete failure.” rang through the elevator.
What Graham gathered was that there were experimental operations that failed. From the screams and shuffling of feet there were many failed experiments that resulted in the patients being worse off than before.
The elevator didn’t stop at the lobby, but took him down to the basement. This, he knew, was the morgue.
Although everything had been removed from the basement, there was a built-in freezer that was used to stack the bodies. The words, “35 high” echoed in the basement. The word “murdered” was also heard.
Our imaginations went wild with this news. It did seem logical and with the rumors that many patients who were no longer able to pay, instead of being released to family, “volunteered” to have operations in the hopes of being cured.
Graham was also shown a place where bodies were buried behind the hospital. This was a field that had been sold by the city and now has warehouses on it.
Graham’s investigation is taking him to contact some of the warehouse owners and talk to them about any paranormal activity.
It’s times like this that makes one wonder if digging for the truth would do more harm than good, both for the living and the dead.
by Sharon | Nov 3, 2018
Demonic Entities love causing problems.
Ryan and Liz didn’t know what was going on with them. It seemed little things would set them off.
For their wedding anniversary they decided to get away and work on their marriage.
When they reurned home, Liz noticed the silver candle holders they received as a wedding present were missing. Ryan noticed the bracelet he made for Liz was missing. Instead of getting upset, they decided to sit down and discuss the situation logically without emotion.
When did all of this begin?
Ryan and Liz sat down and thought about when they moved in. They also went over the wedding gifts they received. They also listed the furniture they bought or was given to them. They were narrowing down when they started arguing about petty things. They knew something was in the house that wanted them to argue.
Ryan knew that demonic entities feed off discord and can cause it. Liz was aware that demons can be in objects as well as houses.
Finally they narrowed it down to a dresser they found in the basement and were using it in their bedroom. They emptied it and instead of returning it to the basement, they set it outside to the curb. They also removed other items left by the previous owners. Liz was quite fond of the hutch where she placed their fine china and crystal stemware, but she knew it had to go.
Liz cleaned the basement from top to bottom. She said a prayer and demanded that any evil leave in the name of Jesus Christ.
They felt confident when they went to bed that evening.
Around midnight they heard loud banging on the front door.
Turning on the porch light, they saw that the furniture they put to the curb was on the porch. Was the furniture trying to get back in the house?
As strange as it sounds, that’s exactly what they believed was happening. They didn’t have a sage smudge stick. They did have a rosemary herb candle that they lit and did their own ritual of blessing their house and demanding that all evil leave their doorway.
The banging grew louder and more insistent. They continued praying.
By day break, the pounding stopped.
Liz and Ryan were exhausted. They slept for a few hours before Ryan called his brother to help him take the furniture to the dump. Or to take it out to be burned.
They were awakened by loud banging on the door.
Oh no, not again they thought.
When they looked out, it was a young couple who wanted to know about the furniture on their porch.
Liz and Ryan were hesitant about allow the young couple to take the furniture away, but it would solve their problem.
Liz did try to explain that they should smudge the furniture before putting it in their house, but they were told they didn’t believe in that mumbo jumbo superstitious nonsense.
With the furniture gone, Liz and Ryan did have their house blessed. The said a prayer for the young couple who took the furniture.
Everything has been calm and peaceful in their home.
A few years later I saw a beat up old truck with antique furniture stuck at the side of the road.
The couple sitting on the hood of the truck looked bruised and battered with scratches on their arms, legs and face. Being the curious person that I am, I stopped to ask if they needed help. They waved me away saying, “You don’t want any of our bad mojo.”
They were right, I didn’t need their bad mojo, but I had to know if they were the young couple that took Liz and Ryan’s furniture.
While we were talking, a man stopped and asked what they were planning to do with the furniture. He seemed interested and gave them an offer they immediately accepted.
Once the furniture was removed from the old battered truck, it started right up. I met the couple at my favorite coffee shop to hear their story.
Yes, they did find the furniture on someone’s porch. They were hesitant to confide in me that the furniture was possessed and demons attacked them while they slept. Their life was one problem after another since they took that furniture. The pipes burst in their apartment and they had to move. They were both having problems with their jobs. Their friends and family abandoned them. Bad things happened to people around them. They were given the reputation of being jinxed.
Having sold the furniture to the man on the side of road, I wondered if they felt anything about not warning the guy about the furniture.
All I can say is “Buyer Beware.”
Thanks for stopping by and reading my latest real ghost story.
Sharon
