Category: Paranormal

A Babysitter’s Ghost Story

The incidents I’m about to relate occurred during my adolescence in the 1960’s.

When I was a teenager, I used to babysit a lot for the young families that lived in my housing development. Within the development was a farmhouse that had belonged to the original owners of the land on which the development was built. No one was sure how old the house was, but it may have been built during the 1700’s. The doorways and ceilings were lower than what we are accustomed to today. The beams and studs were joined together with wood pegs rather than nails, a technique which dated back to early European settlement of this country.

A little background info for the story.

It was my habit before going to bed at night to sit by my bedroom window and look for constellations in the night sky. One late night as I was sitting at my window, I saw what appeared to be a ball of mist about 2 feet in diameter, “walking” in the middle of the street. I thought at the time that it must be fog or gas although it was a clear night and there was nothing random in it’s movements. It seemed to know where it was going. It followed the road until it came to the corner where it made a right and followed a path into the woods where it floated in until I could see it no more. I thought it very strange at the time but then forgot about it for a long time. Another incident occurred which must have been so shocking and traumatic to me at the time, I would not remember it again until I’d reached my 30’s.

Two years prior to this incident, I was asked by the former owners of this same farmhouse to co-babysit their 8 year old son, with their daughter, only a year younger than myself. When I was there, the girl asked me to keep her company while she set her hair. I thought it odd but agreed. As we were talking, I saw in the mirror, standing beside me, a short man, about 50-ish,  wearing an embroidered, 18th century waistcoat, he had dark hair, shoulder length, stringy and greasy, very pale skin and dark circles under his eyes. The look on my face must have alarmed the girl and she asked nervously what I had saw. When I looked back in the mirror, he was gone but I could still feel his presence on my right side. I didn’t want to alarm her, so I said that I didn’t see anything, but she didn’t believe me. I could hardly believe it myself as I did not believe in ghosts, the paranormal or even an afterlife.

I totally pushed the incident out of my mind and two years later, my foster sister told me that the new owners of the old farmhouse wanted me to babysit their 4 year old daughter on a Saturday night. I accepted the job.

When I arrived at the house, their Doberman went crazy, barking at me and growling. I like animals and they usually like me. I tried to calm the dog and reassure it, even petting it, but the frenzied barking never stopped. The owners said they couldn’t figure it out since the dog was usually friendly. They put it down in the garage and the barking stopped. I was introduced to the child who was already in bed and who would be sleeping before her parents left the house. When the parents left, I went to the living room and turned on the T.V.. Everything was fine until about 11:30 PM or so. At first the T.V. picture became “snowy.” The picture progressively became worse until it wasn’t even watchable. I shut the set off and proceeded to read when the lamp started to dim. I had to turn on a couple of other lights to have enough light to read by. Despite it being mid-summer and a warm night at that, the room started to become cold. There was no air-conditioner and the windows were closed. I went to the windows and the glass was warm as though the air outside was still warm. The houses across the street looked odd, as though I was looking at them through a thin gauze and very far away. I tried to open the windows but none would budge.

Then the noises started. At first it was a soft footstep repeatedly descending the stairway about 4 or 5 steps down, descending but never ascending. I went upstairs and checked the child. She was sound asleep, still tucked in securely. Well, I thought,” I guess it’s just this creaky old house”. The footsteps continued, getting louder and more insistent, descending lower on the staircase but never going back up. I checked the child but she was still fast asleep. I checked the 2nd floor of this 2 story house but found nothing. I thought that possibly a squirrel or other small animal was loose in the house. While on the top landing I stood and listened and looked but could not detect any animal.
When I was back down in the living room, the footsteps became pounding, this time descending all the way down the steps. I went to the staircase to watch, there was nothing, the child still asleep despite the noise. I was apprehensive but believed that there must be some logical explanation for this. Then a loud crash was heard from the small storage room that was directly across from the top of the landing. It sounded like an empty metal wastebasket had been flung against the wall. It had a hollow, echo-like sound. I raced up the stairs to that little room and turned on the light. The room was very cold, the window closed, the light dim. The room appeared to be enveloped in mist. I recoiled back from the cold and peered into the room; nothing seemed amiss, nothing was upset. I went to the child’s room. She was still fast asleep, covers tucked in. She hadn’t changed her position all night and must have been in a really, deep sleep. Her skin felt normal to the touch, so I figured she was alright. She never stirred the whole time I was there.

I returned to the living room shaken. When I’d entered that little storeroom a feeling of electricity flowed up my spine to the back of my head; the little hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Then the footsteps came down the stairs on to the foyer rug. This was a shag rug and I could see imprints of something pacing back and forth on the rug. Thinking it a small animal in the tufts of the rug, I stepped into the middle of the rug to get a better look at what it was. It was then, I was pulled to the floor and I couldn’t see anymore. I felt as though someone had thrown a rough, woolen blanket over my head and held it tightly. I was being suffocated! It took all the energy that I had to crawl from that spot back to the couch where I was finally able to stand up, feeling very drained and shaken.

Now I knew that it was no “little animal”. The footsteps went back the same way they’d come down, the footfalls growing fainter, going back up the staircase until they disappeared. By this time it was about 3am. Warmth returned to the room; the lights regained their former brightness and the T.V. worked again.

The couple returned about 4 am and asked me if everything had been alright. Not really knowing what to say and not wanting them to think me downright crazy, I told them everything had been alright and never told them what really happened in their house.

The next day, my foster sister asked me “how the house had been?” I first just told her it was really weird. She then told me that she hadn’t wanted to alarm me but the former owners had told her the house was haunted by a Mr. Holt, a Dutch farmer, builder and original owner of the house. They said that the whole family of four had seen his apparition almost nightly after they bought and did extensive renovations to the 200+ year old house.

They researched the history and found that Mr. Holt had hung himself from the attic opening at the top of the stairs. My sister told me that they’d given her a tour of the cellar where there were many small cubicles with manacles for hands and feet attached to the walls. No fruit cellar that! My sister and I surmised that there may have been slaves down there at one time. I found out later that this was the customary way slave owners kept their slaves in the north east before it was banned in the 1800’s.  The misery that must have existed in that house is unthinkable.

That night changed my cut and dry view of the world, forever.

Submitted by Anonymous

My Mom Just Laughed

I have experienced many paranormal events in my lifetime.  This one though was one of the scariest times.

I was all alone in the house, my mother worked through the night most nights.  It was summer and I was listening to music with my headphones on.  I began to hear weird noises, like scratching and howling.  I took my headphones off and listened.  It seemed like these noises were coming from inside the house.  My door was closed so I put my ear up against it to hear better.  I was totally shocked at what I heard next.  Something very large was running straight at my door very fast.  I locked it and jumped into my bed.  I truly thought something was going to bust the door down and rush into my room.  Nothing happened.

When I finally regained my courage I looked around and found nothing in the house.  I decided to get on the computer when I heard loud banging on the front door.  The door was being pulled and turned like someone was desperately trying to enter the house.  When I looked out the window, no one was there.

I turned on all the lights and did not sleep at all.  Nothing else happened.  I told my mom the next day and she didn’t believe me.  She just laughed at me.  The more I tried to explain what happened, the harder she laughed.

Beedy Eyes

This true scary story begins with a young girl and her doll.  A young pre-teen girl owned a dozen or so porcelain dolls like so many young girls do.  She lined them up and decorated her bookshelf with them.  She loved those dolls.  They were so pretty.  One of the dolls however was different and stood out from the rest.  This doll always seemed to be looking or even staring at her.  It played music and had a wind-up mechanism which would play after the key was turned.  Although sometimes, the doll would play its eerie music for no good reason.  The little girl just thought that it still was partially wound up and thats why it may start playing fro no reason.  Her great grandmother, who was now dead, gave her the doll.  The little girl asked her many times where the doll came from but the great grandmother always refused to tell her.  It was like she was hiding something from her and did not want her to know.

One time, the girl had a friend over for a sleep over.  Her friend began to twist and squirm during the night and kept muttering in her sleep about domething staring at her.  she awoke screaming for help and terrified.  The girl couldn’t scream or even move paralyzed momentarily with fear.  She was able to look up to the bookshelf and there was that same doll looking down at her.  When she was able to move again she grabbed the doll and threw it into the closet and shut the door.  The friend was still terrified.

Both girls froze when the music began to play its creepy tune from inside the closet.  Needless to say her friend never returned for another sleepover.

The girl could not bring herself to get rid of the doll completely because it was from her great grandmother who is now gone.  So she decided to wrap the doll up in some plastic and stored it in the basement.  She says she still has nightmares about that doll but even worse, she is afraid that one night she may wake up in the middle of sleeping to look upon that bookshelf and see those beedy eyes from that doll looking back down at her right before the music begins to play.

Psychic Sister

My sister has always been strange.  Not just strange like most sisters but REALLY strange.  She always was.  Weird things would happen when she was around and she could make things happen.  I don’t know how to explain it and honestly I don’t care to right now.  I could fill a book with all the weird things surrounding her.  This is just one of those things.

She calls me once when I was about 40 and asks me about a friend of mine.  I say I haven’t spoken to him in a couple of weeks and ask her why.  She said to call him and make sure everything was alright.

Knowing my sister, I decided to call him as soon as we hung up.  To my relief he was fine.  I didn’t tell him what my sister said because he knew what a freak she was and I didn’t want to scare him.

Later I found out that my friend was not fine.  He was going through a financial difficulty which he hid from most people and a nasty break up which was not as well hidden.  He hung himself that night.

Who Could That Be?

So my doorbell rings in the middle of the night.  It was about 3:00 am.  I was passed out on the couch watching TV.  At first I thought it must have been on the TV or maybe I was just dreaming because it was so late.  I was too tired to get up and go to bed so i just laid my head back down and almost instantly fell asleep, when DING-DONG!  It rang again!  I know I’m not dreaming now so I get up and creep to the door slowly and quietly.  I look out the peephole and see something I definitely do not expect.  It was a dark shadowy figure about 3 feet tall.  It was dark outside but this figure was even blacker than the night.  I could not make out any features at all.  It was sort of rolling its arms as if to say, “Open up and come outside.”  I looked away in disbelief thinking I am not going to look again, but I couldn’t stand it and just had to look.  It was gone, and i finally was able to take a breath.  I don’t know what that was and thankfully I never saw it again!

Disguised Demon

When I was a pre-teen I used to be home alone often.  Both my parents worked and I was left to fend for myself often.  This house use to totally scare me.  So many weird things would happen.  I would hear voices and knocks all the time.  Things would be moved and cabinets opened for no reason.  My closet door always creaked open in the middle of the night.  That always scared the daylights out of me.  It was like something was in there tempting me to come inside.

All that was bad but the worst thing was down the hall in the dark sometimes would be a figure of a little girl.  I would see her out of the corner of my eye.  Most of the time she would be gone if you looked right at her but she was definitely there.  I sometimes would wake up and see her in the corner.  Or get up off the couch and catch a glimpse of her behind me.

She started out being light and blonde, but she got darker as time went on.  I don’t know how to explain it, she just got dirtier and darker the longer we were there.  I kind of got used to seeing her, but she always scared me.

One time my friend was sleeping over and she saw her as well in the middle of the night.  She screamed and we stayed up all night until she left the next day.  She never came back.

Then when I was seventeen, my boyfriend came to stay the night when my parents were gone for a weekend.  We watched a scary movie and he excused himself to go to the bathroom.  When he returned he was as white as a sheet.  I knew why and asked if he saw the little girl.  He said yes but added that is no little girl.  His face went blank and he muttered out a few sentences that didn’t make sense.  I don’t know if it was gibberish or another language but i did make out one word – demon.

Casting Out Demons and Evil Spirits

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Anointing oil still is relevant and should be used by Christians today.  It has many uses and its utilization is very biblical.  The name “Christ” actually means “anointed one.”

Anointing oil may be used to anoint anything that is sick.  Just a drip of anointing oil on the forefinger can be touched to the forehead of a sick individual to ask for healing from God in the name of Jesus Christ.  Always repent for all of your sins before using the oil.  Be sure to honestly repent and ask forgiveness of our Heavenly Father in Jesus Christ’s name.  This step will cleanse you of your sins and make yourself more worthy of asking the Father for His favor.  Then simply say something like, ” Heavenly Father, I ask that You please heal this individual in the name of Jesus Christ, if this be Your will Father.  Thank you and Amen.”  We should always pray for His will, if it is not His will, we don’t want it anyway.  If it is God’s will, it will be done.

Anointing oil is also very useful for casting out demons, evil spirits or anything negative.  You can anoint the forehead of a possessed person and order the demons out in the name of Jesus Christ.  They will leave, at least for now, but if the individual is not filled with the Holy Spirit afterwards the evil spirits will return.

Anointing oil is also used for anointing your home or business.  Again just place a drop of the anointing oil on the tip of your forefinger and touch the doorpost of your home and order all evil out in the name of Jesus Christ.  Order them back to the abyss and not to return.  Ask God to not allow anything evil to enter.  It is not necessary to anoint all the doors to the house, but you can if you want.  It won’t hurt.  you can simply touch the door post with the anointing oil and pray something like, ” Heavenly Father, please anoint this house by Your power.  I believe in You and Your Word.  I use this anointing oil in obedience to You father.  By the authority you have given us over all of our enemies, in the name of your one and only son, Jesus Christ cast out any evil spirits, demons and anything negative out of this house and back to the abyss where they belong.  Let nothing negative to cross this threshold.  I pray this in Jesus Christ’s precious name.  Amen and thank yopu Father.  This should be done whenever you feel it is needed.  Evil spirits can return and will try.  they can piggyback on someone you invite into your house or perhaps even gain entry when you are weak and sin.

There is nothing mystical or magical about holy anointing oil.  It holds no special abilities or powers in and of itself.  We use anointing oil in obedience to God.  When you use anointing oil, you are showing obedience by following God’s Word and your knowledge of the scriptures.  It is God who does the healing or casts out the demons.  It is His power that accomplishes the desired effect.  We must always to remember to give Him all the credit and glory.  Anointing oil must always be used in the name of Jesus Christ.  Always make sure to say, “in the name of Jesus Christ” when using anointing oil or your efforts will be for not.

Anointing oil is nothing more than olive oil.  It can be purchased in any major grocery store.  Just be sure to get 100% pure virgin olive oil.  Take a small amount out and place in a smaller bottle or vial.  Then pray to God to please bless the anointing oil in the name of Jesus Christ, that you are following his word and make be to thank Him.  The prayer may be simple, something like, “Dear Heavenly Father, I ask that You please bless this oil as holy anointing oil, the oil of our people.  I do this in obedience to You and Your perfect Word.  I ask this in the name of Jesus Christ, our one and only Savior.  Thank you Father.  Amen.”  That is it!  The anointing oil is now ready to be used.  You don’t need a priest, minister, rabbi or any other man of the cloth, any Christian can do this because it is not you, but God who does these things.

From strongbible.com

The Ouija and the Fly

One cold winter night my husband and I decided to play with a ouija board.  It was snowing and we had nothing better to do.  Neither of us really believed in it and it was just some silly entertainment for us.  We didn’t know any better back then.  Anyway, after a few minutes the pointer began to move around.  It answered our questions and seemed to know things it shouldn’t.  We questioned each other if one of us was moving it.  Both of us said no, but I think we both thought the other person had to have been moving it knowingly or not.  After accurately answering more questions, my husband decided to test it in a way that I could not influence it.  He said, “move that newspaper into the third cubby hole.”  There was no answer and we both chuckled but continued playing.  After about 10 minutes or so, a fly came out of nowhere and started to loudly buzz all around us.  It was a huge pest and very annoying.  We both thought it was weird because mostly, flies die off in the winter, and this one was huge.  My husband reached for something and tried to swat it.  He missed and we could not locate the fly again.  He shrugged it off and set the item down.  We then started playing again, and almost immediately the board spelled out, “Ha ha, look at the newspaper now.”  Much to our surprise, the item my husband reached for was the newspaper we had asked the ouija board to move earlier, and my husband unknowingly placed it down in the third cubby hole, just as we asked the ouija board to do.

Violation

A woman claims that she returned home one night after work at about 1:00 am in the morning, and something unspeakable happened to her.

She came home and went to bed in her son’s room which was now empty.  She did not wish to wake her husband up.  Her son complained of paranormal activity throughout the years but they didn’t believe him.

She was asleep for about half an hour when she awoke.  Much to her surprise, she was about a foot and a half over her bed.  She said she was actually floating in the air.  She was dropped almost as soon as she realized it.

After being dropped, she was dragged violently out of the bed by her feet.  She then says that she was thrown up against the wall and choked by an unseen attacker.  Then she was flung back onto the bed and was violated.

She woke her husband up and he slept through the entire incident.  She did have proof in the form of bruises on her body and neck.  This disproved her husband’s explanation that she was merely dreaming.  She was immensely sore for a couple of days.

They closed off the room and nothing ever happened after that.

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Death On the Highway

A young boy was returning from a family vacation with his mom and dad.  They were driving in a car when his mom actually screamed.  His dad was driving and acknowledged what his mom saw.  A black truck passed their car as his dad slowed down to let the car pass.  The boy was curious and asked them what it was but both parents said it was nothing.

When he was older and inquired about the event, his parents finally told him.  They swore that the driver of the black truck was a skeleton.  They could actually see through the jaws and it was not a mask.  They believed they saw death driving down the road in a big black truck.

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