June 2015

A Voice From Beyond The Grave

29 June 2015 | June 2015, Your Stories

  When I was about six, or seven, years old, our home phone rang. It was about 9pm at night. My mum was busy in the other room, so she asked me to answer it. When I did, at first I heard lots of static. I repeated over and over again, “Hello? Hello?” But nobody answered, just all this static. Thinking that must have been a wrong number, I started to hang up. But then a voice caught me. “Hello?” said the voice. To my surprise, it sounded like my grandfather. So I said, “Grandpa? Grandpa? I can’t hear you.” And he said something like, “Hi, baby. How are you? Can I speak with your mommy?” So, thinking it was my mothers father, who is still with us, I gave my mom the phone and left the room.

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The Old Man in the Graveyard

26 June 2015 | June 2015, Your Stories

I was at the crematorium just after my boyfriend Robert died. I was putting flowers on his plot. As you can imagine, I was very upset, I just missed him so much. I also think that sometimes our emotions can play tricks on us, so I am not sure if I had imagined it or if this really happen.  I was there kneeling by the plot crying and talking to him, telling him how much I missed him. All of a sudden I looked round and there behind me was an old man. I still do not know where he appeared from as it was early morning and the crematorium was completely empty when I arrived. The “Old Man” smiled at me and said to me, “Do not worry and be upset. He is okay

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Haunted Paintings

18 June 2015 | June 2015

In fact, paintings sometimes feature strongly in paranormal activity. I will give two additional examples to prove my point. The first is a story that my father told me a couple of times about his childhood. His mother was abonafide medium, and he grew up with strange goings on just as I did. In fact, this is why he was sympathetic to my dilemma. Apparently, he and his family had once temporarily lived in a flat on the top floor of a three-story building. On the day that they were moving out, he recalled watching the comings and goings of people moving furniture and belongings. Eventually, all was complete, and he and his mother stood outside of their front door as she locked the apartment one last time. “But Mum,

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My Girlfriend’s Ghastly Friend

13 June 2015 | June 2015, Your Stories

The absolute weirdest experience ever was when I was dating a girl while in grad school, who admitted that she was kind of seeing someone else at the time, but he lived on the other side of the state.  She told me that he and his previous girlfriend had been in a car accident the year before, yadda yadda yadda. One night, I looked out my window and there was something sitting on the balcony of my apartment, looking in at us.  It was a woman, banged up and beaten up, with a huge gash in her neck.  She just sat there, staring, and eventually disappeared while I blinked.  The next morning I asked the girl if she knew what the other guy’s girlfriend had looked like, then described the

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A Haunted House

11 June 2015 | June 2015, Your Stories

We moved into our house on Halloween day, 2002. It’s located in “downeast” Maine about a mile and a half from the sea shore. It was built in the 1880s and at one time it was a pretty famous for chicken canning. One of the sons of the former owners was KIA in WWII. We have love letters he wrote his 3-month bride before he was killed right before the end of the war, 1945. The older gentleman who lived in the house prior to the people we bought it from actually died in the house and it was a few days before anyone found him.   But it appears a young girl is haunting the place and we don’t know who she is or why. I have seen her,

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What Was it?

06 June 2015 | June 2015

I can’t remember how old I was when I saw something at the foot of my bed. I saw an apparition standing there. It was so dark that I can’t tell you too much about it. It seemed to be dressed in a flowing robe of some kind. I lay there without saying anything and felt something touch my left foot. I lay paralyzed unable to move. To this day my left foot is larger than my right foot. While I am not ambidextrous. I shoot a rifle left handed and am right handed in everything I do. To this day I still don’t know what it was.   Submitted by J.C.  

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An Old Man in Scotland

04 June 2015 | June 2015

We were touring the west coast of Scotland for a day or two. We had set out from Glasgow that morning and fully intended to go back there that night but the day had been fun with lots to see and do and so by the time we entered Inverary it was already quite late. In fact, we had already visited Inverary jail that morning before motoring a bit further up the coastline so the idea of staying the night there seemed a good one and would give us more time to look around. In the end we settled on the George in the main street and booked two rooms. My ex-wife and twin boys were allocated one room while my elder son and I would take the other. The

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