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Shut the Cold Room Door

This is my mother’s story but also leads on to what happened to me this summer… in the cold room. I have loved the paranormal since I was young as I can remember. And this is my story

“The dogs would come running…”

In high school, my mother would be at my grandparents house alone, just relaxing and the dogs would chase what we call “something” down our long hallway. Everyone who was alone would hear a shriek and the dogs would come running as if they were being chased back.

I must tell you, you can see into it at the start and behind the stairs where the kitchen starts.

She saw a big black figure

Her most terrifying incident was when she was alone, watching television, the couch used to be directed towards the stairs as that was where the television was. She was watching when she heard footsteps, she looked into the hallway to see a big black figure run down the hallway. She called “Hello?” there was no response and so she thought she had seen nothing. Until my aunt said she experienced the same things too.

Another thing to happen in this house was telephone calls coming from the home phone with no one on the other line. They were traced and we found out they were coming from the basement. The thing is, there is only one home phone.

Shut the cold room door

My grandparents knew they had spirits after that and decided to shut the cold room door in the basement which was the oldest room in the house.

After that nothing happened.

My cousins and I were born and my grandparents still live there. My eldest cousin and I decided to open the cold room door as a joke. We went down there and I already had a sick feeling. We opened it quickly and a shadow quickly sped by and disappeared. At this point I was screaming and didn’t know what to think.

It’s been a month and I refuse to enter the house.

— Kadence in Canada

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Asian ghost appears to young teen.

Asian ghost appears to young teen.

I’ve always had weird experiences as a kid, some I can remember and some I can’t.… When I was a young teenager, about 13 years old, I had a “girlfriend” who I was absolutely obsessed with, and she with me. We would spend hours on the phone which lasted into the wee hours of the night. Naturally this drove my parents nuts. Back then, if you were on the phone, anyone calling the house would just get a busy signal; no answering machines. It got so bad that my parents pulled the landlines from all the phones and hid them for about a week. I remember I had a really hard time sleeping that week because I was so used to staying up and taking about nothing with my girlfriend.

At this time, me and my brother shared a room. Our beds were arranged to be perpendicular to each other. The foot of my bed was closest to his bed and the window was on the right side of my bed with the door to our room on the left side. As I laid there and looked over to my brother, I remember being jealous that he was sound asleep and here I was wide awake.

An Asian ghost appears. “His entire body was transparent. But then he slowly started filling up with color.”

It was a hot summer night and we didn’t have air conditioning so the window was wide open. As I was staring at his bed, I suddenly felt a light breeze. I remember thinking it was weird because there had not been a single breeze all night. As I turned to look at the window I saw what resembled a transparent head flying into the room. It made its way over to the door. It was so transparent that I wasn’t sure what it was right away. As I turned my head and focused on the door, a man started to appear.

At first, body started to appear and seemed to grow from the head. His entire body was transparent. But then he slowly started filling up with color. I remember he was wearing a yellow tank top. As he became more clear and his face started to come into view, I could see his strong cheek bones and a long sharp jawline. I could tell he was Asian. It took me a few seconds (which seemed like forever) for my body to be able to move. As soon as I was able able move, I jumped out of my bed and right into my little brother’s bed. I looked over to the door but it was gone. I was still terrified and closed my eyes then slept in his bed for the rest of the night.

“I was going to tell my parents about what had happened, but my mother got a call and went berserk.”

The next day I didn’t tell anyone. Later that week, my parents decided to hook the phones back on. I remember I was going to tell my parents about what had happened, but my mother got a call and went berserk. Her dad had passed away and they weren’t able to get a hold of us because my parents had detached the phone lines. She was so angry at me because she blamed me for having to disconnect our phones. I felt guilty but was also angry because I refused to believe it was my fault, so we stopped taking for a few days. I just never brought it up because I figured the death of my grandfather overshadowed my experience.

We had come to the states as refugees (from Laos) for 14 years at this point, but her parents had decided to stay in the old country. It cost a lot of money to make a long distance call back then, so my mother and her family did not talk much which made it even harder for her when he passed.

“It felt very real and I remember it very clearly even to this day.”

Years later, my mother’s mom (my grandmother) and her brothers (my uncles) and their families finally made the move to the States. My very first meeting with one of the uncles sort of shocked me. He looked very similar to the apparition that I had seen in my room that hot summer night. That jogged my memory which I then finally told my parents the story. They weren’t sure what to make of it and to this day believe that I imagined it. But it felt very real and I remember it very clearly even to this day.

“Grandfather’s ghost appears in a youthful form.”

I often wonder/speculate if it was my grandfather in his youth form that appeared to me the night he died.

— Anonymous in Wisconsin

(This true ghost story was submitted to DreamWatch and was edited for length. — Kat)

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Scary Dreams Shared by Sisters

Scary Dreams Shared by Sisters

I dream vividly most of the time and I have had disturbing, fearful, scary dreams every night for two weeks. However, I am not remembering details of the dreams, only that I am afraid or scared. I wake up, then turn on light in bedroom and go back to sleep after a few minutes.

“Two full weeks of disturbing, scary dreams.”

At the end of two weeks, my sister who lives in another state was in town visiting my parents and I told her I had not been sleeping well for the last two weeks and I mentioned my disturbing scary dreams. My sister, who does not believe in ghosts, told me the same thing! She said she seldom dreams or remembers the dreams but had been experiencing the same fear dream for two weeks also!

“Someone was in the house….”

We were both having dreams of fear as if someone was in the home that was an intruder, waking up afraid, scared. All the dreams are of waking up in the dream and feeling intense fear, someone in the house, not quite sure why the fear.

In one her dreams my sister saw an older man in the doorway of her bedroom and he was turning away to leave. He had grey hair with leg-o’-mutton (mutton chop) sideburns like Elvis or Civil War soldiers.

“I woke up again last night, scared…”

I woke up again last night, scared and turned on the light to go back to sleep. Two days later, my dreams stopped and I slept through the night. My sister had not commented on her dreams since and has gone back home to another state.

What are we seeing, hearing, feeling, that is in common? What could recurring fear dreams for two sisters in two separate states mean? Any comments would be wonderful. I am stumped.

— Donna in Ohio

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Donna, thank you for sharing your story about recurring scary dreams shared with your sister. That you and your sister live in different U.S. states has nothing to do with your shared dreams, she could live on the other side of earth or the moon. The distance of space is a three-dimensional thought, which is where our bodies live. In my opinion, spirits and dreams live elsewhere. I wish I had more to offer.

— Kat

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Ghost Girl in the Tree

Ghost Girl in the Tree

As a 19-year-old in the early nineties, I worked as a nursing assistant at a local nursing home. One day in January 1993 when I was walking past one of the resident’s rooms I was stopped by the room’s occupant. She pointed to her window and said, “There. There’s a naked girl in the tree out there.”

“I told her everything is OK …”

Her window faced the woods behind the facility, which separated our grounds from the local university. Needless to say, I did not see anyone in the tree. I told her everything is OK and went about my duties.

Frantic and tearful … “Please get her down …”

The next day she was frantic and tearful. She kept saying, “Please go get that girl down from the tree! She’s naked and it’s cold! See, see, she’s right there in the tree! Please get her down and put some clothes on her!” The nurses had to medicate her and I put her in bed.

Searching the wood

Moving on to the next day, she called out to me and a co-worker and said, “You see, they are going to get her down.” There were several men behind the facility. I later found out that they were detectives searching the wood.

That night on the local news they announced that they found the body of a missing university student in those woods. She had gone missing two days prior. My heart sank! I began to wonder if the resident, who was diagnosed as having dementia, saw the ghost of that student.

Ghost girl in the tree

That event has stuck with me over the years and I can remember it like it was yesterday.

— Pensacola Nurse in Florida

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Thank you Pensacola Nurse for sharing your ghost story about the girl in the tree. It continues to amaze me that a paranormal experience, a brief encounter, vision or dream lives so vividly in memory for decades.

— Kat

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Pet ghost cat plays with favorite toy

Pet ghost cat Edo plays with electronic device.

My 11 yr old tuxedo cat Edo had diabetes and I gave it shots twice a day for a year. My daughter and I loved him so very much. When he became a little ill, I had him put down. The shots, the time, the cost, was becoming too much for us.

Now, a year later, our pet ghost cat has come back.

We have this little stuffed animal pet toy cat that is broke and did not meow no more. It used to be his and then we let our kitten have it. Now this toy just meows on its own at the strangest times. I cannot make it meow myself, but it meows randomly when we look at videos of Edo, when we pet or feed our two new cats, and sometimes, for no reason at all. Also our new cat gets big and scared at nothing sometimes. (We think it’s Edo.)

Finally, in a picture my daughter took, there is an orb. Do you think pet spirits can actually make an electronic device make sound, even though we cannot get this toy to make sound anymore? I am not afraid, but wish Edo would go to the other side and have peace. Plus I fear that if I destroy this toy, he will feel that I got rid of him again.

The toy just meowed again as I am typing this.

— Rob in Pennsylvania

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Thanks for story, Rob. In my opinion, messing with electricity seems to be a form of communication by our spirit friends. You’ll find many more stories in our archive of Phantom Smells, Sounds, Lights. and pet ghosts playing with favorite toys here on the pages of Pet Ghosts, Animal Ghosts.

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Boy ghost in the closet

Little boy ghost in the closet. “Strange things started to happen…”

This is my paranormal experience about a little boy ghost in the closet.

My grandmother was sick with cancer and so my grandparents decided to give me her canopy bed. Strange things then started to happen the days after. Every night around 3:00 am on the dot my closet door would open and a little boy would walk out. This happened to me for seven days straight.

“I can still describe this little boy ghost in the closet.”

He had on dirty old clothes, he had pale skin, bowl hair cut, and dark eyes like the dead. He would stand at the foot of my bed for about 15 minutes or so then he would turn around and walk back into the closet. I am still afraid of the closet to this day.

— Heather in Kansas

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A female figure true ghost story

“A female figure standing over me.”

I don’t think this female figure is supernatural, but no one can explain to me what exactly it is, so I put it to you here.

This happened in 2014. I had been having vivid dreams and centered a lot on death, or the passing of a loved one.

I woke up to a female figure standing over me, but I wasn’t scared, in fact I looked, rolled over and put my back to it and went back to sleep.

“A cool breeze on the back on my neck.”

My sleep has been interrupted for a while now and one day I felt a cool breeze on the back on my neck multiple times—inside the house. Once I actually thought someone was blowing on the back of my neck and I turned to confront them—except I was alone in my own house.

This morning I’m hearing wind chimes. There are none unless the neighbor got some yesterday.

Anyone had anything similar happen?

— Jade in South Africa

Yes, Jade, many others have had similar experiences. See their stories on our Phantom Smells, Sounds, Lights (and touches and other physical phenomena), and in our story archive of People Ghosts.

— Kat

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“I Am Not Dead.”

True Ghost Story: “I Am Not Dead.”

In my dream a person came to me and said, “Joe Jones will be coming to see you. There may be others who come, but you need to be certain it’s really Joe.” A while later I was with Joe, and we were talking. I had been housekeeper for the elderly Joe and his wife.

“What’s it like where you are now?”

After Joe died suddenly several months earlier, his wife was having a difficult time. I told her that Joe was still with her, and that he would be there for her as long as she needed him. So as Joe and I talked, I asked him, “What’s it like where you are now?” I’m very curious about everything and am always asking people questions.

His answer was quite adamant, and very surprising. He said, “I am not dead.”

— anonymous in USA

Wow, this is a great story. Joe’s body is gone but Joe lives on. Let’s hope!

—Kat

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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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