July 28, 2012

Trippy Tales # 70..."Ghost Dogs"....Part One

"MY BEST FRIEND'S GHOST" from the blog of Douglas Cruickshank @ ralphmag.org
"For some time now, I've been at that tedious stage of life where I wake up at, say, 3:19 a.m. and toss and turn and stare into the darkness, then settle into 30 or 40 minutes of concentrated fretting about some bit of minutia --- a minor disagreement, a financial hiccup, a newly discovered bump --- that, as I lie there, grows into a humongous angstbeast. Sooner or later (usually later) I go back to sleep and invariably, by morning, the previous night's Godzilla of worry has shrunk to the proportions of a strident titmouse.
 Of course, I like a good middle-of-the-night mental torment session as much as the next person, but I was nevertheless relieved when my evening disruptions changed in a way that was both strange and pleasant. I began to experience a phenomenon that I can't explain; it falls somewhere between wishful thinking and spirituality, the natural and the supernatural. Whatever it is, I'm in no hurry for it to cease.
Here's what's happened: I live in a small town, in an old neighborhood on a quiet street. During the past few months, a couple of times a week, I emerge from my nighttime slumber, but before the anxiety engine builds up a head of steam, I hear, clearly and distinctly, breathing --- right there in the room with me. And as I come fully awake and listen I recognize it as the slow, measured inhale and exhale of my giant dog, a 200-pound shaggy, black, extremely amiable Newfoundland, who doesn't sleep so much as go into a coma. Sometimes he'll shift and paw the carpet, snag his nail and shake it loose, but he never really comes to consciousness. In and out he breathes with soothing metronome regularity. His utter calm is contagious, and in no more than a few minutes, I drift back to sleep. On several occasions, I've heard him out in the living room or in the kitchen --- he tends to migrate between the same three or four spots through the night, never entirely waking up as he moves --- walking slowly and heavily to a new resting place, maybe turning a few times, then letting himself fall to the floor with a soft thud. I've always found it comforting to hear this great, laid-back creature that resembles a miniature buffalo moving about at night. And I still do.

The odd part is, he died nearly five months ago.
I've never believed in ghosts, but thanks to this new series of very welcome nocturnal visitations, I'm now all in favor of them. When I told one woman this story, she said, "Ah, he's still in the house then." That seemed as likely an explanation as anything I've come up with. And when I asked a friend about her view of ghosts, she thought for a minute, then said, "I guess they're sort of our vapor trails." Indeed.
Over the summer and early fall, as the weeks turned to months and my ghost dog repeatedly made his presence known, I conducted a casual, unscientific poll. The poll's sole question was, "Do you believe in ghosts?" And the answers were surprising. These were levelheaded people from across the vocational and social spectrum, and their responses were about 85 percent "yes" to 15 percent "no." Not only that, a goodly number of the believers told me of their own experiences with ghosts. The very notion of such a thing is a tenacious one. From culture to culture, across the centuries, the idea of a spirit that lingers after death, an apparition, a specter that continues to interact in some way with its earthbound friends, relatives and enemies has been pervasive. From ancient tales and on through the narratives of Dickens and Sebold, the thought that we can, and even should, stay in contact with the departed is a compelling one.
But do they exist or do we create them? Is there a spirit world, an in- between place? Are ghosts the rail we grab hold of to steady ourselves in tumultuous times? And if there are such entities, do we find them or do they find us?
I don't know. I don't have any idea. I do know that what I once dismissed, I've now had first-hand experience with. I know, too, that we're all so terribly concerned with what's real and what's not, with whether something happened or didn't happen, that we've lost all sight of the difference between what's probable and what matters. I suppose that's a ghost's reason for being --- to remind us. Maybe believing in them isn't even the point. Perhaps the more relevant question is whether they believe in us.
Be that as it may, this paranormal turn of events has set me to wondering. Is this the birth of a trend? Given how gaga people are about their mutts these days, can a population explosion of ghost dogs be far off? And if author Susan Orlean's dog can write a cookbook, perhaps my phantom friend is ready to be the first canine to dictate a memoir from the other side (Hollywood, are you listening?). Alas, I suppose not. He never displayed a proclivity for drafting prose before he passed over to the twilight world. And now, by all indications, his oversize spirit is still mainly interested in pursuing his greatest passion: sleep."

"CORKEY'S GHOST" by "Anonymous" @ "your true tales"
"When I was a young girl, I absolutely loved animals and often preferred to spend time with pets over other kids at times. My neighbors had a hunting dog named Corkey who lived to be 12 years old. As a child, I would often wander over to the neighbor's yard and play with Corkey. They kept him chained up out back adjacent to our yard during the days while they worked. I would try to teach him tricks and give him treats. I pretended he was my dog. I was not allowed to have a dog growing up.
I was now 16 years old. It was a cold spring day. I put my robe and slippers on and went to grab a soda off the back patio. I opened the back door and saw Corkey sitting in his usual spot. I called out, "Hey, Corkey!" The dog never moved. He just sat and starred at me. I said, "Corkey, what's the matter?" The dog still never flinched and just kept looking at me.
I remember just looking at him and in the back of my head, something felt "off". He was sitting upright and absolutely motionless. I took the soda and went inside. I was getting a glass out of the cupboard, and my mom walked in. I made the comment that "it sure is cold out today, and I can't believe they are leaving that poor dog out all day like that."
My Mom said, "Corkey was put down two weeks ago. He had cancer and was suffering."
I said, "No, Mom. I just saw him a few minutes ago."
My Mom, who was stubborn and never wrong, said sarcastically, "The dog is dead. I talked to her [meaning the neighbor woman]. She was very upset about losing him."
I, being sure I was right, walked over to the window and looked out, and now saw that Corkey was not outside. I re-thought what I had seen out there. I remember feeling that it was odd that Corkey never wagged his tail or moved when I called out to him. I also remember seeing his chain hanging down from his neck. There was no chain even out there anymore.
It really shocked me. I couldn't believe it. Then it started to make sense. That feeling I had when the dog did not respond, it was that odd feeling, like in the back of your head that something isn't right, but you brush it off. I have read and heard others tell stories of seeing ghosts that appeared to be alive and solid. They all say the same thing: "They had no expression on their face. You could not tell what they were feeling at all."
What I think about the most is that I called out to him twice and he never responded, just sat and starred at me. If someone else would have been next to me, would they have seen him? Or did I just look like a crazy person calling out to a non-existent dog? It's just so bizarre. I clearly saw and spoke to a dog that was not alive!"

July 21, 2012

Trippy Tales #69...More Stories Of The Supernatural!

 Thanks for visiting the playhouse! Tonight's tales come from true-ghost-stories.com, and I hope you enjoy them!

 "Shhhh...Someone's Coming!" by Sherry @ true-ghost-stories.com
"I truly believe the house I grew up in was haunted.  Though we were the original owners, as far as I know, the house was built on farm land. When I was about 13 years old, I was awakened one night by the sound of loud, whispering voices that seemed to be coming from our living room. My bedroom was located at the opposite end of the house from the living room. I got out of bed to investigate and ran into my father in the hallway. He had also been awakened by the voices. While standing in the hall, we also heard the muffled sound of footsteps. The living room was carpeted, but underneath were hardwood floors that would creak if you stepped on the right spot. It seemed there were two male voices and one female. The men seemed to be arguing and it appeared that the woman was trying to get them to be quiet. Daddy and I listened for a few more minutes and then began walking down the hall towards the living room. We distinctly heard the woman say, "Shhhhh, someone's coming." Then, there was the sound of the chain lock on the front door rattling. When my dad and I entered the living room, it was quiet, but there was a definite chill in the air. We sat in there talking about what we heard for the longest time. We never experienced this again."

"Grandfather's Apparition" by Sherry @ true-ghost-stories.com
"My grandparents lived down the street from where we used to live. My grandfather died in the house in 1972. My cousin was going to move in with grandmother, but until she could get moved, my Mom and I spent a few nights in the house, so grandmother wouldn't be alone. Mom slept in the bedroom that my grandfather occupied. I slept on the couch in the living room with their little Chihuahua, Nina, curled up with me. I was awakened that first night by Nina whimpering and shaking. I looked up and there in the dining room area was my grandfather. I could see him clearly. I was too shocked to move.....I just continued to stare and eventually he just faded away. I didn't tell anyone about this for many years. I didn't want to upset my grandmother and I wasn't sure anyone would believe me. I never saw him again. Grandmother died a few months later and the family sold the house. The house has changed hands many times over the years and according to some of the neighbors, the occupants have claimed it's haunted. I can easily believe this."

"The Green Arms" by Ashleigh @ true-ghost-stories.com
"When I was little, I always awoke in the middle of the night screaming. Sometimes, I never knew why. Other times, it was nightmares. The closest bedroom to mine, was my brother's, so I would run in and ask if I could stay until I felt better. He never really minded the company and if I annoyed him with questions or such, I would just go to my parents room, the next door down the hall. Late one night, I woke up terrified. I ran to my brother's room and he agreed to let me stay for a while. After I had calmed down, my brother and I began to talk. I don't know what it was, but suddenly we were both looking towards the left wall. Two huge green arms were reaching out and then disappeared back into the wall. We told our parents but they didn't believe us, so we kept quiet and never told anyone again. We never knew what it was, and we never saw it again."

"He'll NEVER Return!" by Danny @ true-ghost-stories.com
 "My dad's father stayed with my parents a few days after he and my dad's mother were separated, and he slept upstairs. He came down the next morning with his blanket and pillow saying he'd never go back up there again. He heard voices in the hallway whispering words he couldn't make out and this kept him awake.  He got up several times to close the door only to awaken and find it open. He slid a heavy dresser to block the door and it stayed closed till he awoke up the next morning. When he awoke, the dresser was sitting next to his bed, and the door was again open!"
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July 12, 2012

Trippy Tales #68...Creepy Tales To Make You Tremble!

"A Frightening Childhood" by Sophie @ yourghoststories.com

"I remember being frightened all the time. Scared. Like something was always waiting for me in the next room.
It all began when I moved into an old Villa, built in the early 1900's. I was 7 years old. My brother (who was only 5 at the time) and I were so excited. My father renovated the house shortly after we moved in. He extended my room (which we called the sun room, as it was at the far end of the house where the sun shone in all day), and put in a new kitchen, bathrooms, and built a large deck in the backyard with a fish pond at the far end.
We also welcomed a new dog into our family. A big fluffy German Shepard, called Norman.
It wasn't long after we moved in that we started experiencing strange phenomena. The first recollections of these happenings are ones I can't remember, but ones that my mother had informed me about later in life. Whilst my bedroom was being renovated, I shared a room with my brother. One night, Mum awoke to the sound of us having a conversation. Assuming we had stayed up past our bed time, she came into the room and told us to go to sleep. Instead of responding, we continued to talk, and at that moment she said realized we were sleep-talking. "There he is!" I said, "He's coming!" My brother then began to say, "The man is here!" My mother thought this was strange, so she woke us up, saying we'd had a bad dream.
The next instance occurred, again, to my mother. She awoke to footsteps walking around her bed. When she opened her eyes, she saw a short black shadow with glowing green eyes staring back at her. She hit out at the "thing" in fear, which resulted in my father waking up, confused. He insisted that she must have been dreaming, as he didn't believe in anything paranormal. The bizarre thing was, that 5 minutes after she had seen this glowing eyed creature, my brother ran into her bedroom saying he had just seen "E.T." standing by his bed.
I remember my first encounter with a ghost. I would have been about 10-years-old. It was after Dad had finished renovating my new bedroom. It was a still night, and no moon in the sky, so my bedroom was pitch black. Like my mother, I awoke to footsteps slowly walking into my room and around my bed. I opened my eyes, and to my horror, a blonde haired boy with blue eyes, knelt beside my bed. He just stared at me, smiling. A white glow surrounded him, it was so bright it hurt my eyes. I remember being so terrified. I couldn't move. I felt frozen, my heart was racing. I got the courage to pull the blanket up over my head, and lay there in the darkness hoping he had gone away. After a few minutes, he had.
Our dog Norman was also subject to seeing something paranormal in the house. He used to sit in front of the old fireplace, staring at the mantlepiece as if something was there. Waving my hand in front of his eyes didn't deter him. I always wondered if he could see something we couldn't.
My mother saw many other entities, including a tall man wearing a top hat, a girl with abnormally big eyes and long brown hair, and small children playing on her window seat.
The most terrifying experience I had, was something I could not see, but could only hear. I had just hopped into bed and turned off the light, when I noticed a noise that sounded like somebody breathing heavily. I listened for a while. It got louder and louder. It was the scariest thing I've ever heard in my life. I was actually convinced someone HAD to be in the room, under my bed or in the closet. Too frightened to move, I called out to my parents. Dad came into the room and asked me what was wrong. After informing him of the breathing, he sat with me in silence to see if he could hear what I'd been telling him about. We sat quietly for a couple of minutes, and NOTHING could be heard. It had completely stopped. He said it could have been the water pipes, told me not to worry, and tucked me into bed. I felt comforted, especially now that the breathing had gone. But seconds after he left the room, it started again. It was a deep breathing. Almost like whoever it was, was struggling to breathe. I can't describe how terrifying it was to hear such a thing.
Even when I invited friends over to the house, they were too scared to come back after their visit. On one occasion, I had 3 friends over. We were playing in the garden at dusk, and I ran inside to grab everyone a drink. When I came back, the three smiling faces had now turned to ones of fear. They told me that while I was gone, they heard someone say, "Hello!" When I asked them to describe the voice, they could only tell me that it sounded like a very small child, coming from behind the plants and shrubs next to the pond.
I also witnessed some poltergeist activity in the old Villa. One evening, while I was sitting by the fire with Mum, we heard a noise coming from the kitchen. We both glanced in the direction of where the sound had come from, and to our surprise, a plastic water jug was hovering above the bench in mid air for a good 3 seconds. Suddenly, it fell to the floor, making us jump. Nothing was said, we both just looked at each other, with concerned faces. It was like we were so used to things like that happening.
The final happening that I can recall before we moved out, was something beyond bizarre. I would have been about 16 at the time. My brother and I decided to go outside with our sleeping bags and look at the stars for a while. It was a good clear night for it. We noticed that the moon looked strange that night, it had a glow about it that we'd never seen before. After a few minutes of staring at it, the glow got stronger and the top of it began to ripple and flicker, like a ball of fire. In complete amazement, we sat there watching. What we thought was the moon, then zoomed off and disappeared into the night sky, so fast, it was hard to comprehend what had just happened. To this day, we still don't know what it was. We were so sure it was the moon.
Over the space of 11 years in the house, my family and I experienced some terrifying things. In the end, we had to move out because my parents decided to split. A week after they announced this, my dog died of cancer and my cat was found dead in the garden. It was like the end of an era.
We sold the house to a nice couple with two children and a small baby. I still drive past the house regularly, and wonder if they experience paranormal activity. I guess I'll never know."

"My Doppelganger Roams At Midnight" by darkrose13 @ yourghoststories.com

"When this happened to my family (particularlly my brother and Mom), I was about seven and lived in Michigan. My brother was about five. One night, around midnight, I was asleep in my room at the end of the hall. My brother was asleep in my Mom's bed and woke up for no apparent reason. He sat up and looked over to the loveseat in the room.
There he saw what he thought to be me, trying to hide from his view, being all playful and giggling. The girl had golden blonde hair, blue eyes, long eye lashes, full lips and facial features similar to mine.
He then woke up Mom as he was very confused as to why I was up so late and told her to look over at the love seat and asked "Why is sissy by the couch?". They then both watched in horror as the ghostly figure move over to the window and jump out of it.
My mom was panicked of course and went to look out the window. Nothing was at the bottom on the ground outside the window. My mother was freaking out so she then ran to my room where she saw me sleeping peacefully.
The next morning she told me about it at breakfast. I was shocked and intrigued because I love the paranormal. But I have no recollection of leaving my body, however the ghost was very much like me. I wonder if I actually astro travelled or if I had a doppelganger. I have no idea to this day what really happened that night and it still remains a mystery to our entire family."

"Ghostly Knocking" by Whitfefe @ yourghoststories.com

"My husband and I bought our house April 2004. We had a 3-year-old son and I was 6 months pregnant with twins. We had been living in our house for 2 weeks. One night around 10:30 pm we heard loud knocking at our back door. My husband went to the door. As he reached the door we heard the loud knock again. He opened the door and no one was there. He closed the door locked it and came back to bed.
The next night around 10:30 pm the loud knocking happened again. This time my husband ran to the door, threw it open and said, "WHAT!?" Still no one was there. We were a little irritated, thinking that it was some kids playing around; however, we have 4 acres of land between us and our neighbors. We decided to watch a movie.
At 11:30pm we heard the loud knocking plus the door knob began to shake all at the same time. We both jumped up and ran to the door. The entire time we moved toward the door, the noise and shaking continued. Our 3-year-old ran out of his room and was asking what that was. My husband open the door and screamed, "WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" No one was there. So very irritated with this, he said he was going to go outside and watch the door to see if he could catch the person doing this. He went out the front and hid behind our shed which gave him a clear view of the back door. My son and I were sitting on the couch waiting... BAM BAM BAM on the back door. We jumped up and ran into my room. Seconds later, my husband comes bursting through the front door screaming, "No one was there! Did you hear it?" I came out of my room and said yes, we heard it. He said he was watching the door when the knocking happened. No one was there and he could see the doorknob move!
We have lived here now for eight years now, and every April we have two weeks where someone will knock on our back door, but no one is ever there!"

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July 10, 2012

Trippy Tales #67...Scary Stories To Make You Shiver!

Ghouled Evening my faithful followers, and thank you for visiting the playhouse!

Tonight's Tales were borrowed from ghostvillage.com, and they're sure to give your bones a chill! Enjoy!

"Evil Drawings In A Drawer" by Shauna @ ghostvillage.com

"I moved to California on a whim. At the time (February 1979) I was in the process of getting a divorce, so I was single and had two small children. I was hoping to do a little better for them and myself. I rented a place that was great the first couple of months I was living there. It was a two-bedroom with a large living room, a great back yard that was fenced in, and across the street from me was a liquor store. A block up the street was a convenience store. Life was good. I met many new friends.

About two months after I moved into the house, I noticed that many times when I came home from work something would be misplaced, such as my keys. I would have trouble finding paper work I needed because it never was where I left it. Things moved around, however, I never witnessed anything moving. I knew that my girls were not the culprits, as they were only two and three at the time. They could not have gotten up and put things on top of the kitchen cabinets, or put things in the freezer, or put things in the kitchen cabinets. It just seemed like too much was happening.

One night after I had put the kids to bed, I was just getting into my bed and noticed that I could hear one of three balls rolling around in their bedroom. It was a small, multicolored foam ball that had a jingle bell in the center. I could hear the jingle bell tinkle tinkle tinkling. I was thinking that my older child had gotten up and was playing in the dark. I turned on the bedroom light, and she was sound asleep in her bed, and her sister was sound asleep in her crib. The ball was in the middle of the floor. I just picked it up and threw it in the toy box. I no sooner got into my bed, and again, the ball was rolling across the floor. Now I am thinking that it must have rolled off of the top of the toys in the toy box, so I picked up the ball from the middle of the room and this time I stuffed it down inside of the toy box to make sure it did not roll off the top of the toys. Well, guess what? I no more than hit my bed and it was rolling around again. As soon as I turned the light on it quit again. I was very frustrated and thought that this ghost was trying to make me lose my mind. I had many sleepless nights in that house, as things bumped and banged in the night, but never could see anything. Many times I felt like I was being watched or that someone was next to me, but I never saw anything. The hair would stand up on the back of my neck and arms. I finally got used to it and just would address the ghost when something was missing asking it to please put it back. I was never afraid of this entity, as it never hurt me or my girls. It was noisy at night though.

My girlfriend brought over a medium thinking she could help me. I did not know this person but she would not come into my house. She told me that my house was evil and left abruptly. I was shocked. I did not feel that it was evil at all. April of 1980 I had decided that I was going to move back to Wisconsin. I announced that information to my girlfriend when she was over one evening. We were sitting in the living room watching TV and drinking beer. (I had put the girls to bed already.) My girlfriend was going to run up the street to the convenience store to get us another six pack of beer as we were out. I stayed at the house waiting for her to return. I had a very large sofa that was very heavy. As soon as she shut the door to leave, that couch flew out from the wall with such force it threw me forward and then it flew backward and hit the wall. I was absolutely stunned. I was so scared I could not get off of the couch. It was a very violent incident. When my girlfriend came back, she looked at me and said, "What's wrong with you? You look like you saw a ghost," and laughed as she walked into the kitchen to put the beer into the cooler. I told her what had happened and she again told me that she couldn't understand how I could live in this house. Well, I was planning on moving back to Wisconsin the last week of April. Guess what? I moved back the first week of April! I was going through belongings getting them ready to pack when I opened a drawer that was in a hutch that was built into the dining room. I had never pulled the drawers out completely before, but I was dumping the drawer contents into boxes for moving. I came across some drawings that were underneath the drawer when I pulled it out. They all fell out. I was shocked. It was drawings of devils and demons. Lots of symbols and signs were on these drawings. I never finished looking at them. I promptly burned everyone of them in the fireplace. I was only in that house for another four days. I did not bring any belongings back other than my children, clothes, and the girls' toys. I left absolutely everything in the house. That was the first week of April 1980. In July of 1988 I went back to Valle Vista to see if that house was still standing. It was not. Someone had bulldozed it down and there was nothing left but a lot. I am so glad that house is gone!"

"Ghostly Childhood Memories" by Amanda @ ghostvillage.com

"When I was six, my sister Teri was five, and a visiting friend named Stephanie was five, we lived in a haunted house and saw the most unusual ghost I have ever heard of!

Teri, Stephanie and I were waiting outside for Stephanie's parents. They were visiting from England and had said they were ready to go and it would only be a "minute". Adult to child translation--two hours.

We were standing between our car and their car, discussing how annoying parents are, when we noticed a plane flying extremely close. It was an old, unpainted, gray cargo looking plane. It was more boxy and round than streamlined, at least that's how I remember it.

We were very excited about a plane being so close and watched with fascination as the plane landed ON THE ROOF OF OUR HOUSE! Of course, being children, we had no idea that planes don't land on houses. We were just feeling pretty special and jumping up and down waving at the pilot. The pilot looked at us and laughed and waved back. It seems to me that he was wearing Red Baron like accessories. After a few moments, he took off again. He had come from the left side of the house and gone on to the right.

By this time, we were sick and tired of waiting on our parents, so we went in to see what the holdup was. We found them sitting around the kitchen table chatting. Well, I was just unbearably annoyed at my parents and hers and decided that I might as well be a part of the conversation since that was the only attention I was going to get.

"Did you hear the plane on the roof?" I said. My dad said, "Oh, Jacklyn, you're imagining things." I knew I wasn't, but after I thought about it, I couldn't remember the plane making any noise.

The whole subject was abandoned (not forgotten) until I was about 13 years old.  The family was taking a car trip when I suddenly mentioned the ghost plane event out loud. My sister, Teri, said, "Oh my God!  I remember that too, I thought it must have been a dream!" The correlation proved that it was real and I knew it was anyway because I have an unusually good memory. In fact, I can remember some things from before I could walk.

The really strange part of this is, how could an entire plane have been in the form of a ghost? An inanimate object?

That was not an isolated incident. That house was haunted! The very first night we stayed in our new house, Dad gave Teri and I flashlights in case we needed to find the bathroom in the dark.  Well, I needed to find the bathroom. So I sat up, found my flashlight, turned it on and shined it in front of me, to find a black male figure at the end of my bed.  He didn't speak, only turned his head to look at me.

I was so scared that I just turned off the flashlight, put it back under my pillow, laid back down and shut my eyes. I thought that he would go away if he thought that I was asleep. All night long I stayed awake with my eyes shut listening for the man.  I never heard him leave and so it was light before I could muster the courage to open my eyes. The first thing I did was go to the bathroom because after holding it all night, I was really uncomfortable.  After that, I went to my parents room and told them about it.  They said, "Oh, Jackie, you're imagining things."

When I moved to my own room in the same house, there were new events. Every night as long as I was in that room, a woman would come out of the wall. She was an older woman, kind of scrawny and scraggly. She would come and stand over my bed a moment and then leave the room. I was pretty sure that she was checking on everyone. She would always come back and go into the same spot of the wall that she came out of.

She would lean almost right on top of me so I thought that her eyesight probably wasn't very good.  She must have really wanted to see me. I wasn't scared of her after the first couple of nights.

Anyway, those are the three major things that happened in our haunted house. By the way, my parents never noticed anything.

The funny part of this story, is that this was a relatively new house-- the next one we lived in was over 100 years old and still had the woman's belongings in the second story. On top of that, she died in her bed in the kitchen.  However, nothing peculiar ever happened in that house."

"Unwanted Ghostly Roommates" by Tara @ ghostvillage.com

My fiancé and I had moved into our first apartment in late July. We had just got done unpacking everything about the second week of August and had finally gotten our bed put together. Our bed was situated so that if I laid on my back the window was to my right and there was a street lamp outside the window that was very bright. The first night we slept in our room I woke up about two in the morning. I was sleeping on my side looking away from the window but had a feeling like someone was behind me. I rolled over and perfectly centered in the window was a shadow of a man. There were no clear or vivid features of the man, just a black figure. I sat up really quick and as I did it ran around our bed, opened our bedroom door, and darted out into the living room. At the same time it ran into the living room the phone began to ring in one long ring and was in the middle of the living room floor as opposed to being in the kitchen where it was plugged in and always left. The blinds were swaying and banging into each other also.

I awoke my fiancé who could not find anything unlocked for someone to get into the house. I was almost convinced it never happen until my fiancé closed the bedroom door and we saw a hole in the wall where the doorknob had been slammed into the wall when it was opened by whatever was in the apartment that night. The following night I awoke to a girl standing at the end of my bed in a red polka dot dress with pigtails waving at me. We moved into another apartment the next week!"

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