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The Boneyard

27 November 2015 | November 2015, Your Stories

On the edge of town there is a very old graveyard. It had a name at one point—but the marker has been worn down to such a degree that the name is now unreadable. Most of us just call it the “bone yard.” The graves are some of the oldest in America. Some of the tombs are falling apart, many of the graves are unattended. Sometimes you see a bouquet, wreath or some sort of remembrance—but not often. One day I was walking home and happened to be walking past the graveyard. A man wearing a blue suit and tie and old bell-bottoms was wandering through the graveyard. Blue eyes, shaggy hair, sideburns. He looked like a caricature of the 70’s. I watched him—more surprised at someone visiting the graveyard,

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Strange Happenings in New England

24 November 2015 | November 2015, Your Stories

This happened in New England in 1989. My daughter was almost four years old, and we had gone shopping for the day. I really didn’t like to shop in the side of town that we were in. It was rundown and pretty dangerous there. As a child I had spent a lot of time in that area though—we had lived near that shopping strip and my parents and I would shop there each week. Most of the shops were empty by 1989 though. My daughter and I were walking down the side of the road—a roadside she had never been down before. To my utter surprise she asked, “Can we go to the toy store after you’ve been shopping for food?” I knew for a fact that the toyshop had closed

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My Protective Grandmother

21 October 2015 | October 2015, Your Stories

As a child my mother was concerned about me as I would talk to people in my sleep. I later began sleepwalking all the time. Although she was concerned about the talking in my sleep, and my sleepwalking she always played along and acted as though she wanted to meet my invisible friend. During the middle of the night I woke up to see, what looked like an old woman, sitting at the end of my bed. It was a dark, shadow figure but I could tell from the permed hair that it was female. I literally hid under my duvet and I never told anyone else about it. After that my sleepwalking and talking ended and I forgot about the whole thing. A few years later, after my mother

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The Cursed Skull

16 July 2015 | July 2015, Your Stories

A couple of my school friends found an ancient burial mound on the side of a hill, near Phoenix, that contained a silver-studded saddle and a skull. I was very wary about the find and warned the others that they’d better leave it alone. I just didn’t feel it was right to mess around with a grave. One of my friends decided to take the skull and the saddle home with him. A couple of days later, one of my friends who had gone on the expedition got a call from the guy who took the artifacts asking him if he’d like the skull. Apparently his dad didn’t want the grisly item in his house. You also have to remember that skulls were hot items back in the late 1950’s for decoration and, of course, as

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The Old Man

13 July 2015 | July 2015, Your Stories

The strangest thing that happened to me was when I was growing up in Tennessee. My mother was ill and out of work and we lived in a very old house near Knoxville. We all slept in the same bedroom, my mother, my younger sister and I. This arrangement was done in order to close off the other rooms for better heating. My story takes place late one night. We had gone to bed early and I had been sleeping soundly until I suddenly woke up for no reason, and had a feeling that someone was watching me. I turned over to look toward my mother, who was asleep in the bed with my younger sister. I then noticed something that really terrified me. Sitting in an old chair, between the two

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The Ghost That Declined A Lift

10 July 2015 | July 2015, Your Stories

My father used to tell me a story about an experience he had in the late late 1950s, while on a sales trip through the hills of rural Pennsylvania, my grandfather was travelling on a dirt road when he saw a rough looking man walking by the side of the road far off into the distance. He always said that his dirty faded blue clothes looked torn and he was stumbling, like he had either had too much to drink or had been in a fight. The closer he got to this man, the worse he began to feel for him and thought he would at least offer him a lift to the next town. As he got closer, he saw that this man was all cut up and burned and wearing a blue

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A Possessed Painting?

08 July 2015 | July 2015, Your Stories

I have started reading all of the stories on this blog. I have always had an interest in the paranormal and thought I would share my own creepy experience with you. At home we have a main floor family room which looks up to a deck that looks down into the family room. We were getting ready for supper. My son was upstairs in his bedroom reading with his aunt. My wife, mother, daughter and myself were in the kitchen below. The kitchen is open concept to the family room so you can see pretty well everything in the family room.  I was standing on the edge of both rooms. All of a sudden, I heard a noise coming from the deck. I went to investigate and saw that a

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Creepy Christmas Cell Phone

06 July 2015 | July 2015, Your Stories

This story is about something strange that happened at home during the Christmas break. My husband had his cell phone on our dining room table and it was turned off for the evening. My purse was in our library where my husband was playing a computer game with our daughter. In my purse I had my cell phone turned on. As my husband and daughter were playing my cell phone rang. Of course my husband picked it up and it said the incoming call was coming in from his cell phone! He thought our son was playing a prank on him and ran into the room we were in and told our son to stop messing around with his cell phone. We laughed at him and asked him what he

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The Ghost Who Locked Me Out of My House

03 July 2015 | July 2015, Your Stories

  About 17 years ago, I was living in Montana in a house that was pretty far outside of the city limits.  Right from the start the house did strange things. The lights would cut out, as would the T.V and then the T.V started changing channels on it’s own. Items would move from place to place on their own. One night I went outside to feed my dog. I noticed my dog was staring at the back door of the house and making noise. I thought that was strange so I looked around and saw a woman dressed in very old clothing, likely from the Wild West era, standing by the door. When she saw me looking at her she closed the door and disappeared into thin air. I was

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Double Trouble

01 July 2015 | July 2015, Your Stories

After my dad had died, a few strange things began to happen in our house. The strangest incident happened one day when my daughter had gone out for the day. My husband and I had been talking in the front room when our daughter came home and shouted “hello” to us. We thought nothing of it, called back “hello” and continued our conversation. About an hour later the phone rang. My husband answered it and shouted upstairs for our daughter Jane. When Jane failed to answer he went upstairs thinking she must have been busy, asleep or pre-occupied. She wasn’t at home. My husband told her friend that she wasn’t home and we shrugged the whole thing off as nothing. About fifteen minutes later Jane came home and we asked her

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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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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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