The Ghost At Edgewater Drive
The story I am about to tell happened about five years ago and I found out about it right after we moved.
One night my dad gets home at about 11 o’clock and goes to turn off the alarm as he walks down the hallway he runs into what looks to be a little girl about my age which at the time was about seven. In the dark he can’t see much so he thinks it’s me and tells her to go back to bed. She just stands there acting as if nothing was said. Now he’s angry. He tells her to go back to bed once more still thinking that its me. Then all of a sudden she runs down the hall and jumps in the closet. My dad walks up opens the door and sees the clothes move looks around and nothing is there. What do you think about that?
Also on a Sunday afternoon my dad is sleeping when he wakes up and out of the corner of his eye he sees the little girl running down the hallway into my room. Creepy right? Well then my dad walks into my rooms and sees her run into the closet. He goes over and sits on the bed and tells her to come out and stop hiding from him. My grandma walks in worried about all the commotion and asks him why he’s yelling and he says Ashlie wont come out of the closet and I told her to take off her Sunday dress so she won’t get it dirty. She replies, ”Ashlie went with her mother and siblings to go shopping a few hours ago.” When I heard that chills ran up my spine.
Those are the events that have happened to my dad. My grandma claims that she has heard someone in the bathroom giggling. I don’t know about you but that freaks me out. I hope you have enjoyed my ghost stories.
Sent in by Ashlie, Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
My Ghost Story
My parents, younger sister, Rachel, and I moved into our new house in 2005. I was excited about moving into this new house and it seemed really cool at the time.
Not long after we had moved in, I thought I heard Rachel crying, and went downstairs to find out why. When I got downstairs, I found her on the couch… fast asleep. I didn’t think much about it then. My imagination is usually pretty vivid.
But in August 2006, my parakeet died. I was really upset because she was my best friend. Quite a few times, for the rest of that year, I thought I heard her but thought that It was just the floor creaking, since it’s kinda old.
But then, in January, I woke up around 1:30 am. For some reason, I looked to the wall to the right of my bed. Oddly enough, their was a small, glowing form that seemed to be leaning against the chair I have there. It looked about the size of a 2 year old, even though it was standing. I just laid there, staring at it for about an hour.
Then,to my relief, Rachel started crying next door. I jumped up and ran to her room. Luckily, my mom also woke up, and told me that it was ok and to go back to bed. I made it through the night.Since then, nothing that odd has happened.
Written by Julia Sebock, Copyright 2008
The Ghost Cat
My name is Yvonne, I am 19. Last year a girl came to stay with me for a couple of months, we were good friends. She shared a bed with me and at this time I owned a water bed, very sensitive to movement.
One night I was in my father’s room when I heard some purring and felt like what was a cat, showing the affection with its claws. I smelt it, felt it, and heard it. This went on for several months, my friend, boyfriend, and little brother would inform me about a black cat rubbing up against my legs and sleeping with me on my water bed.
I got to the point where I called him Garfield because he felt fat and was only present on my bed. He was always around me and only me.
One night I called one of my friends who does research on this kind of stuff and he told me it was a “watcher”, an omen. He told me it could be somebody watching me or meaning something bad was going to happen to me. This scared me.
I kicked at the cat, batted at it, and moved, but he was still on my bed. So I just put it off, took on the cat as a thing that will be there for the rest of my life. After awhile, I didn’t feel him anymore. He had left and I was kinda upset. He was like a person or an animal that you were use to being there and just left. Its been almost a year and I still hear him and feel him on occasions.
Sent in by Yvonne< Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
Is This An Angel Or A Demon?
In 2006, this happened in my old house, back in New York. I was sleeping in my bed, it was probably about 2:00 in the morning (I’m guessing). Then I wake up from this deep sleep, not knowing the reason why I woke up.
I wake up and I see this little country western girl sitting right in front of my bed, in a wooden chair. She had blond hair that was tied into two side braids, probably about six - nine years old, had a white dress on (looked like she was wearing a night gown) and was wearing no shoes on.
When I saw her, I didn’t really freak out. It was like her presence just calmed me. Don’t get me wrong, I was scared but calm. Weird right?
The only people at my house that day was my parents and my sister, she was 13 years old at the time. There was no one in my house that has blonde hair. The “thing” didn’t look like a ghost to me at the moment. She just stared at me in a relaxing way.
Now that I actually think about it, I think she might have been my guardian angel. I never found out what that “thing” really was. Questions are always rushing through my mind. Can it be? This is a true story! Believe or not.
Sent in by Bricy Vargas, Copyright 2008
The Old Victorian House
When I was about 8 or so we moved into this old Victorian three family home. my mum just had an uneasy feeling about it, just a bad feeling.
the first few days was ok after a week we had these strange feelings of being watched and cold sections in the house. a week later my mother claimed to see the bed shake right in front of her soon after most of the pictures in the living room would be on the floor and some small furniture would be moved. then it became constant, soon the trash in the kitchen would be dumped all over the floor, kinda looked like a dog got ahold of it.
every morning would be something new, cabenet doors opened, lights still on, it just seemed to get worst and worst as the days and weeks came along. we moved out about 6 weeks after we moved in and nothing really happened like that again. this is what got me involved in the paranormal.
I really have no rational explanation for what happened and still try to find a reason. it all seems like the spirit or ghost in the home just didn’t want us their, looking back maybe it was trying to say ‘the longer you stay, the worst it’ll get’. anyways this was my encounter
The Old Lady
One rainy night a taxi driver saw an old lady walking slowly on the road. Feeling sorry for her,he stop and asked if she wanted a ride. The old lady excepted the offer and got in the taxi.
Due to the storm,the street lights were out. The driver could barely see the lady in the back seat. He asked, “So were do you live Ma’am”? “Just keep going I’ll show you which house is mine”, replied the old lady. So the driver just kept on driving.
All of a sudden the lady ordered him to stop in front of an old house. She said softly,”Money is inside my house just wait out here and I’ll bring it out to you”. The driver didn’t mind waiting.
Ten minutes has passed and the lady still hasn’t come out of the house. He was starting to get very impatient so,he decided to come to the house. He knocked firmly on the three times.
Finally the door opened,but it wasn’t the same lady. The driver told her about the lady he had picked up. The lady at the door was in shocked. She that lady was her great grandmother. She had been dead for over twenty years.
Sent in by Angelica
What Scares You The Most?
What scares you the most? If you ask me that I will say dolls. Now this is a true story and well I tell it over and over again.
We had just bought our house back in Texas. I found a doll in the attic when I was like nine and well, the crazy thing was that it looked like it was psycho and it freaked me out.
I left it in my room and ran outside to play. When I came back it was gone so I figured my mom threw it out so I didn’t mind it at all.
The next day my parents went to go buy me a doorknob and lock for my door. When I got back from school they told me to try it out. And you know when you look in a door knob you see your reflection? Well I locked the door and I saw me and right beside me I saw that doll looking at me with hatred. I tried to open the door but I forgot it was locked. My parents heard me scream and ran to help me. They couldn’t because the door was locked. I was pounding on the door, but nothing.
The next thing you know I just wake up and I am running to the door and I didn’t know where I was for a second. I was pounding on the door so hard and screaming my dad’s name. I was screaming so loudly that I couldn’t hear my mom screaming my name. She calmed me down telling me that my dad went to the store and that he will be right back.
I thought that that doll had only been a dream and I was so relieved until my mom asked why were screaming yesterday in your room?
Sent in by Vanessa, Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
The Evil Doll
When I was seven and my sister was five she used to share a room with me. She had this little doll, she called it Belli Motiyui.
The doll would wake me up at night. The doll would cry every single night, even if the batteries were dead. One night my sister went missing. We looked everywhere for her. Three hours later we heard her crying from the attic, it took us 34 minutes to find her in the attic. She was bleeding, but she wouldn’t tell us why, she just kept repeating, “No, Belli”. I was scared that night.
The next day I woke up and she was gone again. We couldn’t find her anywhere. I checked the attic, but she wasn’t there. When I tried to leave, the attic door shut on me locking the door tight. Then I saw her doll Belli, the dolls head was spinning around fast, like I told you there were no batteries in the doll.
We didn’t find my sister till the next day. She was in the attic, deep in the attic. She was talking to something saying, “Belli, ha-ha you’re so funny”. Then I picked her up and she screamed, “let me go! Belli help me”.
The good thing was that we moved because after that my mom found out the house was haunted by some man who died in the house at age 23. I still hear strange noises coming from there but I have not been in that house since
Sent in by Jamal Dion Austin, Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
Talking Stuffed Animals And The Poltergeist Upstairs
Okay, yesterday (Feb 27) I was on the phone with my half brother and our conversation ended up about paranormal experiences that have happened to us recently. He told me about when he was sitting on his bed in the dark and he was (for some reason) talking to his stuffed animals about who he liked in our class. He said that one of his stuffed animals, which was a build a bear rabbit by the name of “Floppy”, said to him in an old man’s voice to “just tell her” and he said “did you just talk to me”? and Floppy said “yes don’t you know that we can talk”? and they stopped talking.
What could have possessed them to talk? A poltergeist? Or something else?
The second story; George (my half brother) had fallen asleep on the couch downstairs and he had to get something from upstairs and the door was closed (he had left it wide open). He went back down stairs and closed the door and then went back upstairs and again the door was closed.
He had decided to open the door and wait for it to close so, he did. He went into the room when he heard walking and the door closed. The walking went toward him and he jumped on the bed and it stopped.
I am confused by this and so is he, please help. This “thing” claims to be an angel from Heaven, but I don’t believe it. Please reply why you think my half brother’s home is haunted. Thanks for reading!
Sent in by Amaya, Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
Ghost In My House
The night it happened I was lying in bed oblivious to what was going on in my house. As the night fell it got creepier by the moment. Dishes were falling to the ground, whispers in my ear, footsteps in the hall. And the water in my bathroom sink was running all at once. I decided to get up, face my fears and see what was happening in my very own house.
I walked gently and slowly down the stairs waited by the wall and poked my head out to see. When I did this, there in my face I saw a woman with long black hair and jagged old clothes doing the same thing on the other side of the wall. I screamed and ran for the door. Pulling and tugging at the door but nothing happened it was like someone or something was holding it closed.
I ran to the basement to get some sort of weapon but there I heard more, louder whispers. Banging on the closed door was something I fear to tell. I was running to the door of the basement but, it was locked. I was stranded in my own basement with fear and discomfort.
Again I saw the women standing in front of me, staring and coming toward me. I went black.
In the morning I woke up in my bed with three scratches down my palm to wrist. Blood stains were all over my bed and clothes. I still to this day don’t know what happened to me that night.
I’ve wanted to leave for thirteen years now, but its like the spirits are eating at my soul and leaving me with nothing but fear and doubt of life. I’ve decided now to live among them and let them take control of me. I have no strength to fight. I have no control of myself. I couldn’t leave if I tried. I’m trapped.
Sent in by Mark, Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing