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Haunted asylum bathhouse

Haunted asylum bathhouse

Even before I knew of the haunted asylum bathhouse, a lot of weird stuff happened to me. First, let me be clear on one thing: This was at my parents’ house. When I was thirteen, my grandparents got custody over me. The activity is still happening today at my house. For some reason, I believe that spirits become attached to me. I also believe I was connected with psychic abilities as a child. It would not be much of a surprise if there was a form of paranormal phenomena happening because I always believed in the paranormal.

I lived in the town of Mount Clemens; it is a small place with some buildings and little suburbs, which I lived in at the time. It was a small, house with a basement and the garage was in our backyard, strangely.

“The place once was a mental asylum.”

A little way down is a hospital. Not the Mount Clemens general hospital, another one, near Chesterfield, I believe.

Well, I know about it because my mother was suffering from schizophrenia, which is a main reason of me having to live with my grandparents. On a visit, I spoke to her about it, and she told me the other patients had spoken about how the place once was a mental asylum. This as a matter of fact, is true. I didn’t believe it at first because, hell, would you believe someone who said that it was haunted? Anyway, my mom had said the nurses and doctors confirmed this.

“They never wanted to go to the haunted asylum bathhouse.”

The patients eerily complained about the same thing: They never wanted to go to the bathhouse. The bathhouse was in the basement part of the hospital, it was abandoned and run down. The nurses told my mom that it was just dirty, out-of-condition bathtubs, rusty water heaters, and the main electricity box.

Many patients had complained that when they went down there, (I don’t know why there was a reason to go there!) they would hear of whispers and screams and see weird things. They would hear footsteps and see black shapes at night.

The patient next to her even described having a night terror about being in the bathhouse, surrounded by doctors while she was strapped on a cold metal table and being tortured with rusty lab equipment. She had also had night terrors about getting electric therapy. At first I thought this was complete BS because my mom had obviously been drugged to calm down, and the patients may have been, too. But after a little research, I did learn that this was actually true. I one day hope to visit that place.

— Anonymous in Michigan

Note: minor edits have been made to protect privacy.

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War ghosts haunt converted church

WWI ghosts haunt converted church.

Converted church in England houses WWI ghosts.

So, I live in a converted church and always feel wary that something is within my bed room or as if something is watching me. Only a few days ago I felt like researching my home and I discovered that the church car park was a grave yard back in World War I. WWI ghosts?

“I can speak to ghosts. … Something was in my bed.”

I have also found out I can speak to ghosts. I woke up feeling like something was in my bed and I couldn’t move, I just lay and then moved as quickly as I possibly could, I turned over with my back to the object. I then couldn’t sleep as I saw a figure of a women standing next to my bed so then I turned over again and tried to forget about it.

“I heard footsteps and knocking on my door.”

A few weeks later I began to see things and heard footsteps and knocking on my door. I then recorded it on my phone so that I could play it to my parents as I was hesitant to get off my bed. That night I saw a girl lay at the end of my bed and a little boy stood next to her with what looked like a gas mask around his neck. I decided to lie so that I couldn’t see anything, and woke up early hours in the morning with a child’s voice whispering in my ear.

I now see these people in my room almost once a week and feel as though they follow me round school and are watching me sleep. But these past few nights I can’t sleep and have had the bed cover pulled off me and had things going missing in my bedroom, has anybody also had this?

— Rosie in England

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Creaky Old House of Ghosts

A grandmother’s house is supposed to be warm and nurturing, filled with knickknacks gathered over a lifetime and the aroma of chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven. A place to test the boundaries of already loose rules. My nana’s creaky old house was all of that and more.

Creaky old house with a history of ghosts

Located halfway down a cut-through street in a small mill town in Maine, it was a rambling red two-story structure with a porch on the front and wild raspberry bushes out back for eating and making pies. Generations had come and gone, and in the early days it was common practice to give birth in the house. However, under less than sterile conditions and with limited or no medical intervention, an infant had to come out fighting for his life. From there, common childhood diseases threatened a child’s long-term survival.

Adding to the hardship, winters were long and arduous. I’d heard of a still birth after a fall on the ice and the premature death of a toddler who succumbed to what would now be a common cold. Under these circumstances, the dining room space would be rearranged for a casket for viewing before a funeral. On the side of the house, a door barely wide enough to fit the narrow box was used strictly for that special purpose.

As with any house of considerable age, stories passed along generations. I’d heard them as I was growing up and each tale seemed to be accepted by the extended family as intrinsic lore of the creaky old house.

Great-grandmother’s ghost

By the time I’d reached my teenage years, my father had relayed on several occasions about the night he saw my deceased great grandmother, whom he’d never met while she was alive. Finding himself suddenly awake in the wee hours, his eyes were drawn to the crib where I slept nearby. An ethereal female figure hovered as if checking on her baby. Not recognizing the woman, my father studied her face to memorize her features before she glided across the room and disappeared through the wall. The next day, he noticed a sepia-toned photo hanging on the wall that bore the image of the woman he’d seen the night before and learned it was my mother’s grandmother who had passed in that same room.

Grandfather’s ghost

Also prone to sharing tales, my mother often told the story of what happened after her father’s funeral one frigid January. She lay awake in the dark, thinking of how much he hated the cold and worrying about where he was. Was it cold there? As if in response, just outside her room, the landing at the top of the stairs lit with a warm glow, which she sensed was her father assuring her he was okay.

My ghost encounter

While an occasional story entertained and underscored the age of the house and the family history, none of it touched me directly. That is, until one summer when I stayed at my grandmother’s house without the rest of my family.

It was the summer between my junior and senior years of college. I was working nearby at a sleepaway camp on an idyllic lake replete with loons that called mournfully in the morning fog. The evening before a day off, my aunt and uncle picked me up and delivered me to my grandmother’s to stay the night. Nana let me sleep in her room since, as far as she was concerned, it had the best mattress.

Ghost footsteps down the hall

After we settled into our respective bedrooms and I pulled the cord on the solitary light above the bed, I lay still, listening to the quiet and reflecting on the hubbub I’d left behind at the camp. Soon I could hear footsteps approaching from down the hall. Heavy footsteps that practically echoed on the old wood floor. They weren’t my grandmother’s. At that time of night she would have worn slippers and shuffled along with no urgency.

The ghost beside my bed

These footfalls had a purpose and were closing the distance between us. My breathing quickened and grew shallow. My body stiffened and I pressed my closed eyes tighter. It would have taken a crow bar to get them open at that moment. I listened as someone entered my room and came up to the side of the bed where I lay—and stopped. All pulmonary function in my body shut down. I sensed a man and could feel him standing close. Would he reach out and touch me? Keeping my lids pressed shut, I willed whoever it was to go away. Please go away. I don’t want to know. Please go. My body broke out in a cold sweat. I listened, but there were no more footsteps. No sounds at all. Just deafening silence. Was he still there? Without ever opening my eyes again that night, at some point I finally fell asleep.

In the morning, I woke to brilliant sunshine flooding the room, and my thoughts went straight to what I’d heard the night before. Who had paid me a visit? One of my relatives who had passed long before I’d arrived on the scene? Someone more recent? I wasn’t ready to go down that path. It was too soon. Too raw.

Becoming accustomed to ghosts

Although certain members of my family had the ability to sense paranormal activity, I wanted no part of it. The thought terrified me. What if I was particularly good at it and it went beyond the occasional occurrence? Or what if I opened the wrong door and invited in a less-than-desirable spirit—something evil? At that point in my life, I couldn’t wrap my head around it and chose to construct a wall of sorts to keep it all out. Leave me alone. Please.

It wasn’t until a few years later when I’d grown more used to the idea of being open to paranormal that I began to embrace the idea. Once I accepted the very real possibility I could connect, I began to experience interactions with the other side. Unlike my initial experience, alone and quivering in my grandmother’s bed, I’ve been consistently intrigued with each one—coming away in awe and reverence. None have scared me. Not yet, anyway.

— Penny, Connecticut

This true ghost story was submitted by mystery author Penny Goetjen. See our conversation about books, writing, and life on my personal author blog: Writings on the Wall. Penny’s interview is titled: Precipice series author Penny Goetjen in conversation.

— Kat

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Mysteries & Moonlight Facebook Event

You’re invited to Mysteries & Moonlight.

Join the conversation about dreams, spirits, and otherworldly topics live on Facebook.

Mysteries & Moonlight Facebook Event, Thursday, October 19, 2017, 6 to 8pm

Mysteries & Moonlight, a Facebook Event

Join DreamWatch developer Kathryn Orzech, author of mysteries, suspense, and the dark side of history; mystery author Penny Goetjen; and Julie Griffin, ghost photographer-psychic-medium in a lively discussion of dreams, spirits, and otherworldly topics. Don’t be scared, log into your Facebook account and the Mysteries & Moonlight Event and join the conversation live on Facebook.

Penny Goetjen, Mystery Author

Penny Goetjen, Mystery Author

Meet mystery author Penny Goetjen.

Penny Goetjen, a self-proclaimed eccentric, plots murder mysteries, often writing by candlelight, particularly on dark, gray days or in the late hours of the night. Fascinated with the paranormal, she often weaves a subtle, unexpected twist into her stories. When her husband is asked how he feels about his wife writing murder mysteries, he answers with a wink, “I sleep with one eye open.”

Meet Julie Griffin, ghost photographer.

Julie Griffin, Ghost Photographer

Julie Griffin, Ghost Photographer

Real Ghost stories you can see with your own eyes.

Julie Griffin began paranormal investigation nearly a decade ago when she began capturing anomalies with a digital camera. She continues to collect photographic evidence in Connecticut, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, New York, and Pennsylvania. Gettysburg is her favorite location.

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Ghost Haunting at Connecticut c.1750 Inn

Ghost included in room upgrade at the inn.

An annual event I attend is held at a hotel with a nearby circa 1750 house remodeled as an inn with suites. Last year, a friend was upgraded to the inn portion of the hotel, and she showed me around her spacious, beautiful suite with a full kitchen. This year, when I was offered a room in the inn as an upgrade, I jumped at the chance. The hotel gave me the same room as my friend from last year, so I felt right at home. I texted her to tell her I had her old room and then settled in for the night.

However, my night was unsettled. I cycled through violent nightmares, most of which I don’t remember. The final one, when the alarm went off, was set in New York city and had me riding in an open front subway car that careened through twisting, diving tracks like the mining train in the second Indiana Jones movie.

A ghost is a great conversation starter.

I woke up with a terrible headache, but I went down to the group breakfast where I knew I’d meet my friend who’d stayed in that room last year. When I saw her, she told me she rejected another opportunity to stay in the inn and insisted it was haunted. I found having a ghost is a great conversation starter. Other attendees with sensitivities had mentioned either feeling a presence or had stood on the threshold of the entrance foyer of the inn and refused to go inside.

Insulted by my ghost.

After breakfast, I went back to my room to brush my teeth and talk to the ghost. I told it I didn’t need nightmares and headaches, and the word “uncouth” popped into my mind, probably because I’m slightly claustrophobic and leave the bathroom door open when I’m alone – or think I am. I agreed to keep my various bathroom activities to myself and added, “Hey, I understand you love this place and have a choice, but I hear The Light is really nice, and you should probably consider going there.”

Then, I went on with my day at the event. Every time I returned to my room, I said “hi” to the ghost, also before closing the door to the bathroom, even to brush my teeth. That night, our event had a speaker who is a ghost hunter. He said hauntings don’t tend to be malevolent, so I decided “my” ghost maybe just wanted attention, in addition to more civilized behavior from me. Before bed, I said, “I’m okay with you staying here, too, but please don’t give me nightmares and headaches.”

“Goodbye ghost. I wish you well.”

The next morning, I woke up refreshed. I thanked the ghost for not giving me nightmares. Upon checking out, I stood with my packed bags and said goodbye to the ghost. I also told it I wouldn’t mind the opportunity to visit again next year, unless it decided to go into The Light, and, if so, I wished it well.

— “Upgraded Traveler” in Connecticut

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Loud bang in Victorian house.

Victorian house with paranormal activity.

My wife and I bought a 1800’s Victorian house, had three stairs and five- and six-sided rooms, 11 rooms in total.

It was great, we loved Historic Houses.

An old lady at age 105 died there, left it to her children, the children sold it to us.

We moved in and at 2:00 am there was a loud bang that woke us up.

A loud bang woke us …

I thought maybe someone was breaking in, I got up, turned on the lights and went downstairs. As I passed the room full of unpacked boxes, my son’s battery operated cars in the boxes started ringing their sirens.

Our Victorian house with every thing haunted, including the kitchen sink…

When I went into the kitchen, the sink faucet was on full blast, I shut it off.

… In the bathroom …

I stopped at the first floor bathroom and found everything on the back of the toilet, now in the toilet. I pulled the stuff out of the toilet to dry.

… In the dining room …

I went into the dining room. Tea cups and their saucers that had been on the mantle were now on the floor, all were unbroken as if placed on the floor.

These events continued for one year’s time.

In that time my wife and I decorated, papered and painted the house in the decor of the 1800s. The boiler was 100 years old and ran on 100 year old mili-volt system. We used an outside clothes line to dry our clothes and we washed our dishes by hand. We lived more in the period of the house without modern dryer, dishwasher or a microwave.

Victorian house brought back to life

Our work on the Victorian house brought it to look like its original glory days.

After one year the strange things stopped all together, at the same time we had finished our work.

I often think about the things the house did. I always rationalized that vibration and rational reasons must have caused it. But I can never explain …

Why did they STOP!

I believe the house was finally happy with us and the work we did for the house, that is why they stopped.

We lived another nine years in the Victorian house, but …

I never felt alone in the house, I always felt someone was with me, especially when I was alone in the house.

— David, Massachusetts

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“Some paranormal thing … started with footsteps outside my door.”

Some paranormal thing.

Hi guys, so this thing is going on for about a couple of months. Anyway I live in an old house. I do not know the history of this house, but I have been experiencing some paranormal thing.

“It started with footsteps outside my door at around 10pm.”

At first I thought that it was one of my parents just walking around getting thing ready for the next day. But when I woke up and asked my parents what time they went to bed, they told me they went to bed at 9pm because they had a big day at work. After my parents said that, I thought it was the people up stairs. My parents told me it wasn’t them. The couple both work at the pub until six in the morning. So I got a little creeps but I thought it was just my head playing with me because I was tired, but that night something weird happened.

“That night something weird happened.”

I went to bed and I was about to close my eyes when I saw this mobile (for babies with stars) above my face. And it was going round above my head for about 20 seconds. I thought I was dreaming but my eyes were open! I rubbed my eyes and that’s when I nearly got a heart attack!!!

This bony pale face of a man was only 10 cm (approx. 4 inches) from my face!! As soon as I saw this it came towards my face really fast. I covered my face with my blanket and my heart was like about to explode. I was really scared to get up and turn the light on in my room. So I used my iPod touch to see if there was anything there. As soon as I felt I was safe, I jumped off my bed really fast and turned the light on. I felt safer than before but I still had the feeling of someone staring at me so I got my iPod out and started playing this game.

“I felt ok at first until …”

The next night I got this little night light for my room. I felt ok at first until I heard someone whisper in my ear. From then I got a lamp in my bed room and I decided to listen to music while sleeping which helps me to go to sleep without any fear. So that’s my story. I still sometimes get some really bad feeling about the house, but hope they will go away.

Second message from Saki—some paranormal thing.

Hi guys, I started having a really bad feeling about my house again and I told my mum about this. My mum didn’t believe me, but she told me to put holy water and holy oil around my room so I did what she told me to do. I felt ok now, but as soon as I turned off my room light and turned on my little blue light on the floor, the blue light exploded. Suddenly standing in the dark, I got so scared I had to run out of my room and talk to my mum.

— Saki, Sydney, Australia

Thanks for sharing your story, Saki. Your experience seems to fit in two of our true paranormal categories: Haunted Places and Phantom Smells, Sounds, Lights. Look for similar stories at these links or by choosing from the Select Category drop down menu. Thank you for writing. —Kat 

“I heard someone talkin’…”

My true story…

Had a lot to deal with over the last 8 yrs, best mate being killed out my front door in front of me, also splitting up from a 15-yr relationship with my ex, and being a single father really puts me through some pressures everyday, as well as renovating our home you get to notice certain things, sometimes out of place or sounds that you know, like voices or perfume smell can be noticed when kids are at school.

Few days ago was home, I heard like someone talkin’ and was like stated something, it could be heard while I was showering. I stuck my head out the door and said, What did you say? No reply. So hmmm, ok, that was weird.

Few days earlier kids at school, home making cabinet doors for the kitchen, open the door and heard like voices talking away, but it was like, Shhh … stop. He’s coming. But it sounded like excitement in the voices, but it was like pause button was pressed soon as the door opened.

I tried to ignore it…

I was overwhelmed by it, but tried to ignore it as similar things have happened in the past much more, which I’ve just blew it off as my mind been playing tricks and used to watch ghost stories a lot few years back. Stopped it because it was brought to my attention that I was having these problems because I was digging were I shouldn’t, and if I stop it, the little things that I notice will stop and get better and did for a while until lately. They are being noticed more and more as each day passes.

Yesterday is a dangerous one. Was using my electric bench saw, turned it off, came back few minutes later—it had turned back on. Kids were watching cartoons and hadn’t moved an inch. That got my attention….

Recon. Something is going on here for sure. Been to get out soon. Recon. There’s too much bad energy here or something?

— Pete, Australia

Shadow people and ghosts. A lot of activity.

My story started 9 years ago when grand-daughter complained of a man she called John who would pull her hair that we could not see. She moved out leaving just my wife and I. Over the years we have seen shadow people, ghosts, up stairs a lot of activity. Lights going on and off, hear people talking, sound of doors closing, and footsteps.

Once digging a hole to replace a rusted culvert pipe, I dug up some bones I guess to be chicken bones and deeper down, a black doll like a snowman, two round balls (head and body) with orange felt triangle eyes and a pearl long pin through the head. The activity has calmed downed, except for the smell of a woman’s perfume that wakes both my wife and I up from a sound sleep. This is happening about every three weeks.

— Alan, USA

Phantom female voice in haunted house

Female voice in haunted house

I woke up at 6AM or so to work on a project. There’s a church up the street that rings a single bell on the half hour mark (1:30, 2:30 etc). At 8:30AM the half hour bell rang, and in response I heard a very loud “Who is it?” coming from my downstairs hallway in a female voice.

I thought someone was in the house.

I freaked out because I thought someone was in the house. I went downstairs to check and there was no one there, nor did I hear any doors open or shut. I’ve never experienced anything like this.

I live in a house known to be haunted, supposedly verified by investigators. This was the first day in over 6 months I was alone in the house. I never believed in paranormal activity until today. I was a complete skeptic. There’s no other explanation for what happened.

— Neil, Maryland

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