True Tales   

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Supernatural

Within these pages, you will read of Ghostly Encounters by people just like yourselves.... some are skeptics... some are true believers in Spirits.  They have all one thing in common.  They know they have experienced something extraordinary..... and scientifically unexplainable.

Organization : Shasta Supernatural Investigators

Name: Craig S. Martin,

E-Mail  : Address:TheSpiritRealm@TheSpiritRealm.org

Place of Occurances: St. Paul, MN

One of my earliest memories concerning  Human and Inhuman Spirit Infestation was somewhere around 1962 or 1963.  It was during those years that I was still under the "Mother Enforced" rule of nap time.

We lived in a two story home that I was told was over one hundred years old.  Mine and my Sister's room faced into the afternoon sun,  which often made sleeping difficult.  But it also afforded me one of my first Paranormal experiences.

I don't remember what started it happening.  But, every afternoon,  at the same time each day,  I would see the silhouette of an old woman walk from right to left across the screen on the window,  as if someone were just inches from it.  I could make out that she was wearing glasses and had her hair tied up in a small bun.  She would cross the screen with a slight tilt forward,  then backward.  This whole thing wouldn't normally be considered strange... .except for the fact my bedroom was on the second floor and no protrusions from the wall could have allowed anyone to be outside my window.

Soon after the visions of the "Old Woman" appeared beyond the screened window, than I began to be afraid of my closet. Until then,  nothing had ever bothered me about that closet.  After all,  that is where I kept my prized possessions at that time... my toys.

The fear of the closet intensified as my acceptance of the Old Woman grew stronger and more relaxed.  This fear continued to grow until one night while my Sister and I were sleeping in our beds.

I was awakened by a distinct fear of someone being in the room with me. . .other than my sister.  My eyes automatically went to the closet.  Even though I could not see anything or any movement,  I grew more frightened by something unseen.  

The next thing I can remember , is that I had enough.  I jumped out of bed and screamed at the "thing" near the closet,  " Ok,  Come and get me if you can".  Realizing I was standing in the room without so much as my teddy bear to protect me,  I became overcome with fear and jumped back into bed.  I looked about only to see flashes of black, orb-like clouds flitting about the room.  I quickly covered my head and face with the blankets.  I could feel something tugging at them,  trying to remove them from me.  But,   I held on tight.

Soon,  the tugging stopped.  My fear ebbed.  And I was aware of my being alone again.  

I looked over at my Sister,  amazed at how she was still sleeping when I had made such noise.  Even my Parents were unaware of my stirring.

Even so,  after that night,  I never saw the "Old Woman" again.  Her visits and my fear of the closet were over.

Organization : Shasta Supernatural Investigators

Name : Craig S. Martin

E-Mail : TheSpiritRealm@TheSpiritRealm.org

Place of Occurance : Spokane, WA

  In  1979,  while I was stationed at Fairchild  AFB, near Spokane, Washington,  my ex-wife and I decided to visit a cemetery known to us only as Thousand Steps Cemetery.  The place was called this due to the fact that it was placed on a steep hillside and topped by a very tall cross.  Steps rose up the hillside from the floor to the uppermost area where it ended at the cross.

It was while we were engaged in looking at old headstones that we noticed the time.  It was nearing 6:30pm... closing time for the cemetery visitors.  The sun was just beginning to set when I noticed what appeared to be a grounds keeper walking across the grass as if he were about to turn the sprinklers on.  I turned to my wife and suggested that it might be time for us to leave.  She,  seeing the groundskeeper,  agreed.

At no time was the groundskeeper out of our site,  until he disappeared behind a tree as he knelt,  seemingly to reach for something.  

Our approach back to our car would have allowed us to see what he was doing behind the tree.  But to our astonishment,  he was not there.  As we looked about the open lawn surrounding this lone tree,  he could not be found.

We decided to expedite our departure.

Organization : Shasta Supernatural Investigators

Name : Craig S. Martin

E-Mail : TheSpiritRealm@TheSpiritRealm.org

Place of Occurance : Hollywood Park, Inglewood, CA

While working in Hollywood Park, Inglewood, California,  I was busy trying to finish up some work that has an early deadline.  While thus engaged,  I heard a female voice from behind me, call out my name.  I knew,  since I worked in an office occupied by mostly women,  that it could be someone else in the office.  I didn't recognize the voice,  and all others had went to lunch.  I turned to see who it was... but there was nobody in the office with me.  I decided it may be someone in the adjoining room.  But upon examination,  I found that there were no occupants.

Since this was not the first time this had happened to me,  I decided to do what I usually do.  Make a note of it.. ... and then.... ignore it.

Organization : Shasta Supernatural Investigators

Name : Craig S. Martin

E-Mail : TheSpiritRealm@TheSpiritRealm.org

Place of Occurance : Ivar St. Apartments, Hollywood, CA

In 1994, I was living for a while in an old apartment building dating back to 1928.  Many celebrities had supposedly lived in this neighborhood back then. So,  due to its historical record,  I too decided to start a new life there too.

One afternoon,  I was enjoying a day off from work.  I lay relaxed on my bed,  beginning to doze off,  when I became aware that something was playing with the knob on my closet door.  Since the closet was at the end of a short hallway,  and my bed faced in such a way as to make observing it quite easy,  I could just make out the handle on the closet door beginning to move slightly.  It was then that I detected a familiar electricity in the air,  that sickening feeling that only comes in the presence of a Malevolent Inhuman Spirit.  I could feel the hair on my neck and arms begin to rise..... and to make matters worse,  I began to feel dizzy... and it was hard to keep my eyes open.  I let them close.  Just as I had done so,  I heard the closet door squeak open. Then the sound of something skippering,  scratching its was across the floor,  like a cat trying to gain it feet on a shag carpet.  The sound approached my bed.  Now,  I was too afraid to try to open my eyes.  I felt that if I did open them,  I would  be seriously harmed by whatever this thing was.  I kept them tightly closed.  It began to scratch at my eyelids,  trying to pry them open.  I could feel pin-like claws scratching at them.  And all the while,  I could here it growling, " Open your eyes you cowardly f**ker !   Open your f**king eyes "!    It repeated these words over and over until it became overwhelmed with a thunderous rumble,  much like the sound one hears when they hang there head out the window of a fast moving car.. you know.. that thunder created by the wind in your ears.

When I finally gained composure enough to open my eyes,  and as I was making the decision to do so,  the faded quickly.  The voice silenced.  And the electrical feeling left almost immediately.  It had gone.  And I was left with the impression,  that it didn't want a fight... but just to bully someone while their guard was down.  

I gave this occurance some thought.  Jotted down some notes on it.  And... went back to my original plan.... for that day... taking an afternoon nap.

Here's a little historical tidbit for all of you.

A&E did this story. Brace yourself for this one - It's bizarre!

DO NOT READ THE ENDING FIRST!

Believe it or not ... Of all tales of the supernatural, this one is perhaps the best documented, the most disturbing and the most difficult to explain.

The Princess of Amen-Ra lived some 1,500 years before Christ. When she died, she was laid in an ornate wooden coffin and buried deep in a vault at Luxor, on the banks of the Nile.

In the late 1890s, four rich young Englishmen visiting the excavations at Luxor were invited to buy an exquisitely fashioned mummy case containing the remains of Princess of Amen-Ra. They drew lots. The man who won paid several thousand pounds and had the coffin taken to his hotel. A few hours later, he was seen walking out towards the desert. He never returned.

The next day, one of the remaining three men was shot by an Egyptian servant accidentally. His arm was so severely wounded and had to be amputated. The third man in the foursome found on his return home that the bank holding his entire savings had failed. The fourth guy suffered a severe illness, lost his job and was reduced to selling matches in the street.

Nevertheless, the coffin reached England (causing other misfortunes along the way); here it was bought by a London businessman. After three of his family members had been injured in a road accident and his house damaged by fire, the businessman donated it to the British Museum.

As the coffin was being unloaded from a truck in the museum courtyard, the truck suddenly went into reverse and trapped a passerby. Then, as the casket was being lifted up the stairs by two workmen, one fell and broke his leg. The other, apparently in perfect health, died unaccountably two days later.

Once the Princess was installed in the Egyptian Room, trouble really started. Museum's night watchmen frequently heard frantic hammering and sobbing from the coffin. Other exhibits in the room were also often hurled about at night. One watchman died on duty causing the other watchmen to quit. Cleaners refused to go near the Princess too.

When a visitor derisively flicked a dust cloth at the face painted on the coffin, his child died of measles soon afterwards. Finally, the authorities had the mummy carried down to the basement. Figuring it could not do any harm down there. Within a week, one of the helpers was seriously ill, and the supervisor of the move was found dead at his desk.

By now, the papers had heard of it. A journalist photographer took a picture of the mummy case and when he developed it, the painting on the coffin was of a horrifying, human face. The photographer was said to have gone home then, locked his bedroom door and shot himself.

Soon afterwards, the museum sold the mummy to a private collector. After continual misfortune (and deaths), the owner banished it to the attic. A well known authority on the occult, Madame Helena Blavatsky, visited the premises. Upon entry, she was seized with a shivering fit and searched the house for the source of "an evil influence of incredible intensity."

She finally came to the attic and found the mummy case. "Can you exorcise this evil spirit?" asked the owner. "There is no such thing as exorcism," she said. "Evil remains evil forever. Nothing can be done about it. I implore you to get rid of this evil as soon as possible."

But no British museum would take the mummy; the fact that almost twenty people had met with misfortune, disaster or death from handling the casket, in barely ten years, was now well known.

Eventually, a hardheaded American archaeologist (who dismissed the happenings as quirks of circumstance), paid a handsome price for the mummy and arranged for its removal to New York. In April 1912, the new owner escorted his treasure aboard a sparkling, new White Star liner about to make its maiden voyage to New York.

On the night of April 14, amid scenes of unprecedented horror, the Princess of Amen-Ra accompanied 1,500 passengers to their deaths at the bottom of the Atlantic. The name of the ship was the Titanic.

Story By: TPeakfreak

Well, it is a long story....

I was about 19-20 when this happened. Laura and Bob Ellis, a couple I knew, bought a little house with 3 bedrooms, one story.

The first incident was the first day we started moving stuff in. We were starting on the kitchen and decided to take a break and order chinese take-out. Our friend Julie was helping us too. When we were sitting down at the table eating, she said that we would have to do some major cleaning in the kitchen to make it look nice again, and right after that her chop stick flew across the room and landed in the sink. We were all pretty freaked out. I didn't know what to think, we all just kind of brushed it off and changed the subject.

The second incident was when we were all hanging out in the living room late at night; and another friend Lorie was there. She had just bought a new car and was showing us her key ring with the high-tech alarm on it. She passed it around to all of us to look at, and then it was set back on the coffee table. We then watched a movie and forgot about the keys.

When Lorie was ready to leave, her keys were missing. We all looked and searched the whole room, they were gone. We couldn't figure out what happened. She was distraught because she had a doctor's appt. early the next morning. She thought she would have to spend the night since she lived a good 20-30 min. away and it was late; about 1or 2:00 am.

The next morning she got up early to see if she had maybe left the car unlocked. The keys were right there in the car, in the ignition. We were totally puzzled. No one took the keys out of the house, no one played a joke; the kids were in bed and it was just me, Laura , Bob, and Lorie. She did not go out to her car for any reason after we all the looked at the keys.

It was weird. She called a locksmith and ended up cancelling her doctor's appt.

After that items started disappearing from the house, like electronics, the phone, the phone book, etc. One morning the alarm clock was sitting at the front door.

We started thinking there was something strange going on. Bob was a skeptic and said we were nuts; there was no ghost. He didn't believe in them. So, we thought there was a ghost, but what could we do about it?

The next incident: Laura was folding towels on the living room floor next to the stereo. She was alone at the time; the baby was sleeping in his bedroom.

The stereo was off; as was the CD player. Suddenly the CD player clicked ON, (by itself) and chose CD number #6, track #4, which was a song by the Eagles, "Witchy Woman". She slowly reached over and pushed the power button ON on the stereo so the song could be heard. It freaked her out, but she figured the ghost wanted to hear that song. If that would've been me, I probably would have run out of the house rather quickly.

Over the next several months, Laura began to have conversations with the ghost. She was extremely frustrated with it, and she would look up at the ceiling and yell at it. It liked to steal things from her, important things, like posted appts. on paper from the refrigerator, hiding her underwear in strange places, and then the alarm clocks in the house started going off at all hours of the night and the television would pop on anytime.

Every time Bob and Laura would get ready to have sex, the TV in the bedroom would pop on and it was ALWAYS on a religious show. Finally Bob started to think we were right. He began to believe too. When we all went to The Grateful Dead show for the weekend, my friend Beth babysat for the kids. She kept waking up in the night to the water in the bathroom running full blast, getting water all over the place. She would turn it off, and get into bed and as soon as she got comfortable, it would turn on again. This happened several times until she got so scared, she called her boyfriend to come over and be with her.

The experiences I had were pretty scary. I don't know why the ghost decided to show herself to me, but she did. I was crashing over at the house, which I did often, and I was beginning to fall asleep on the loveseat in the living room. I suddenly heard feet walking on carpet, and I looked up in the hallway where it was coming from. I saw a figure, but I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman. It looked more like a woman. It was fuzzy, so I could only make out the outer line of the shadow. It just stood there, crossing its arms. I said, "Laura, is that you?" No answer. "Bob?" Nothing..... "Am I hallucinating????" I was scared. I couldn't move, so I put the covers over my head and froze. I woke up the next day to see nothing in the hallway. I was convinced I saw her. We thought it was a woman for some reason.

The final incident that moved them out of the house was what happened to me:

Everyone went horseback riding and I stayed there, because I worked a couple of blocks from the house and had no car, so I spent the night there a lot. I was alone in the house getting ready to for work. I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth with the one overhead light on. I turned around to wipe my mouth on the towel hanging over the shower door when the heat lamp flipped on by itself. Surprised, I whirled around quickly to turn it off, and it flipped on again. I ACTUALLY WATCHED THE LIGHT SWITCH FLIP ON COMPLETELY BY ITSELF!!! I screamed and ran out of the house, panic-stricken and wild with fear. It really scared me. I went to work with wet hair and half dressed...(no shoes) I didn't want to go back in there alone.

Story By: Tanyamend

About 15 years ago I lost my son who was only 41/2 years old and died of a very rare form of cancer. He was the joy of my life and I stayed with my baby till the day he passed away. Even thou it has been a long time I still cry sometime and hurt as if it was yesterday. My heart will always miss him but know I have four other children. His sisters and a brother. Well, one evening my husband and I was laying on the bed and our four year old came up the stairs and into our room very upset saying "Mommy and Daddy there is a little boy playing on the stairs and he will not leave. Well, of course I got scared and went to the stairs to check it out and I turned on the light and everything looked fine. I came back in the room and told her to go to bed that there was no one there. Well, she started towards the stairway again and came back screaming "Mommy and Daddy the little boy has not gone home yet. So I said to my daughter what does the little boy look like and she said "he is bold and has big eyes and is playing on the stairs. Well, at this point I had shivers up and down my spine going to the stairs a second time looking around with tears in my eyes and my husband said could it be him. Well, first of all my four year old daughter was not born when Frank Jr.., away and has never seen him but when he did pass away he had no hair he was completely bold from the chemotherapy that he had taken for 2 years and he had the biggest brightest eyes and smile you ever want to see. How did she know or did she really see her big brother on our staircase? What really makes me think that he is with us is because of the protection that this family has had through the many tough times we have had to bare and also because everytime I get upset or cry I feel like someone is with me at my side telling me it is OK Mommy and I have seen shadows all through my house but said to myself that it is only because I am tired but also our building is historical and has been gutted out and reconstructed into our townhouse. It was built back in the 1800's.I have found my self calling out to the shadow thinking that it will one day answer me back and then again thinking that I might be losing my mind or there is such things as angels or guardian spirits. I do believe in angels and I really believe that this family has one or several.

Story By: Chumph@telusplanet.net

She stared at me and said that no one was there. I was arguing and she told me to go check.  I walked up the stairs to check and there was no one in the office above the library! The lawyer was in trial and his door was locked. The weird thing is that I still wasn't scared or really shocked. I felt like I was numb. All this time my son was playing in the entryway with toys. He was sitting two feet away from my aunts desk. I walked past them and around the corner into the kitchen. What happened next is still like some kind of fuzzy memory because I can't account for the time. I was in the kitchen and dimly remember standing with a cup in my hand.The next thing I know my aunt grabbed me by the arm and asked me to please answer my child. I saw him turning in circles asking aunty" not to tickle his neck ." He was talking to nothing as we were both in the doorway watching. We both lost a half an hour and only have dim memories about what we did at that time.

Story By : Nicole

In 1997, me and my mom were cleaning a house for my dads friend because he went to work really early and came home really late,  so he didn't have a lot of time to clean his house.  One day we were cleaning the house and my mom was down stairs in the basement and I was upstairs.  There was a lamp that was right by me and the part that you plug in the wall fell out.  That didn't really scare me until the lamp came on by itself,  and then I heard my mom screaming.  She ran upstairs and said she saw a black blob fly at her.  We left right then and on the way home she told me the story that my dad's friend's wife had been killed in that very house we were cleaning.  And  the seat that she died in,  I didn't know at the time,   I  was sitting in that very chair she died in!!!

Name: Iain Quigley

Address : Greenock, Scotland

E-mail : singular@thinking97.freeserve.co.uk

Well I don`t know how many ghostly encounters people have read from Scotland, apart from stories of Glen Coe and that of the many Castles here.

However this one takes place in Greenock`s major cemetery which is supposed to be the largest in Scotland dating back well beyond the 1800`s.

It must be around 18 years ago when I saw, what I presumed to be a ghost nowadays. Like many kids , I enjoyed playing around in cemeteries, especially one so vast with paths leading in many different directions, with many species of trees shrouding the graves below.

Myself and my younger brother were spending an afternoon playing around in the cemetery and decided to have a game of hide `n seek, where both of us would go in different directions and try and outwit the other without being noticed.

We gave ourselves at least 5 minutes to get lost amongst the gravestones before we started out game.

I was looking behind trees, graves,  etc for my younger brother, when out of the corner of my eye I noticed a very dark shadow disappear a gravestone not more than 30ft from where I was standing. It seemed to sneak from a tree to this one particular grave. Thinking I had the upper hand on my brother,  I started towards the spot. However,  as I approached the stone so did my brother.

Both of us could swear that we saw the other duck behind this one particular grave stone, just catching the movement out of the corner of our eye.  And that it was just a black shape which ducked.

We couldn`t get out of the place fast enough when we realized that it wasn`t each other we saw hide.

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