Halloween Forum - Paranormal and the Unexplained http://www.halloweenforum.com/ Post ghost stories or any other unexplained or paranormal topics here. en Sat, 21 Nov 2009 00:05:27 GMT vBulletin 60 http://www.halloweenforum.com/fusion/misc/rss.jpg Halloween Forum - Paranormal and the Unexplained http://www.halloweenforum.com/ Raising the dead? http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/86793-raising-dead.html Thu, 12 Nov 2009 14:09:55 GMT I am throwing this one out to all you ghost hunters and photography buffs. This picture is taken of me on halloween night by a co-workers wife. I ask this question. We have taken night shots over the past years, not only with my camera but other cameras from neighbors. The same occurance is happening. I have light orbs in the pictures. There is no wind and other houses are fine. Am I raising the dead on this night? I am throwing this one out to all you ghost hunters and photography buffs. This picture is taken of me on halloween night by a co-workers wife. I ask this question. We have taken night shots over the past years, not only with my camera but other cameras from neighbors. The same occurance is happening. I have light orbs in the pictures. There is no wind and other houses are fine. Am I raising the dead on this night?
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]]> Paranormal and the Unexplained paulieshome http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/86793-raising-dead.html Found great stuff http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/86708-found-great-stuff.html Mon, 09 Nov 2009 19:39:51 GMT Hi guys, found great stuff on the internet, it's really great and fun to listen to.

7 Sisters Inn Haunted the Churches Wedding More 8/23/2009 - Ocala Ghost Walks on Blog Talk Radio

Have fun with it.

Hellowinnie:D ]]> Paranormal and the Unexplained hellowinnie http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/86708-found-great-stuff.html Ok... this is it........ this one was off the wall http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/86368-ok-one-off-wall.html Tue, 03 Nov 2009 00:23:21 GMT Ok this last one was way to freaky.. our family moved to Arkansas 4 years ago ; our property is heavily wooded. when I first drove up the drive way I never really liked the place. I hated being alone in the house. I felt as I was being watched. I was the only one in my family that felt this way. 5 months here things started to happen. I would make the bed and leave the house and I would come back to it folded back down. I really didn't pay any attention to it at first. cabinet doors would come open. things would be moved around. chairs wold be moved.. keep in mind no one was home when this would happen. my kids are in school my better half is on the road and comes home every few months. so just me home in the afternoon. I would hear a child laugh and I would look out down in the lower pasture and I could see little boy run across to the woods. so I asked my neighbor about it she didn't have kids she said and didn't know how it could have been,,, this was a (( LITTLE BOY )) 4-5 tops that shouldn't be out running around in the woods. I saw him 2 times. after that. one time I went to look for him and found this old delapitated fort that was ready to fall down and must have been there for years....way in the back of the property . but no little boy. weired things has been happening for years here I have pics of Orbs in my room. but it seems to be getting more pronounced, 4 nights ago me and my hubby were watching Tv in our room I have a cabinet /desk that has a eye hook lock to keep the smaller kids out.
out of no where.. we both watch it pop out of the hook and doors come wide open.. we both looked at each other . I got up and closed it again shaking it ...it held didn't come open.. I said that was freaky.. the next night I was alone in my bed room and my printer was was zipping back on forth,, and making a strange sound .. the thing is there is no power to the printer.. it was unplugged. I had unplugged it to move my desk.. this was most freakiest thing that has happen and what ever it is... it wants my attention.. well it has gotten it now,, I'm not scared just curious..any ideas..or feed back would be great. I do have the ability to know thing before they happen and not sure if I am attracting this in to my home ??? ]]> Paranormal and the Unexplained backyardbutcherprops http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/86368-ok-one-off-wall.html An obsession begins http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/85950-obsession-begins.html Fri, 30 Oct 2009 04:26:49 GMT When I was around four, I lived in a small community called Freetown with my parents and two older siblings. Our home was on the edge of a cluster of houses, likely around twelve to twenty of them. There was a marsh and a river a short distance away. About a hundred feet away there was a small gas station. The owner claimed he had once seen a UFO, but I don't believe anyone ever took him seriously about that.

Anyways, on to it. One night I woke up, and I was scared. Of what I was scared, or if there was even anything to be scared of, I do not recall. I got out of bed and started creeping up the hall. My room was down the hall from my parent's. I'm not sure if it was at the end of the hall, or just partway down. I do know their bedroom was at the beginning of the hall, opposite the landing where you reached the top of the stairs. I reached that spot, hung onto the staircase, and starting calling for my mother.

Something that I find troubling is the thought there should be more for me to remember. You know when you are trying to think of someone's name, or what show it is on which you've seen a certain actor? It's on the tip of your tongue, but you can't quite get it. What I feel is something like that. It is like there is an important memory right at my fingertips, but I can't quite grasp it.

What I do recall is that after I called for my mother once or twice, I suddenly had a sensation like I was being violently shoved, and I fell backwards down the stairs. I think I flew down about a quarter of the way before I actually landed on them, then I rolled the rest of the way down before slamming onto the furnace grate at the bottom.

The rest of it is fairly hazy. I started crying loudly, and within moments my dad was there picking me up. I have the vague impression I might have gone to the hospital, but I'm not sure.

That incident right there is likely what began my fascination with the bizarre and unexplained. Many times over the next fifteen or so years, I got the feeling that something was not right, or that I was being watched. On some occassions, I would think I saw something or someone out of the corner of my eye, but when I turned to look, there was nothing there. Of course, that could easily be explained as the product of an overactive imagination.

Around the time I reached my twenties these experiences gradually decreased. Nowadays I occassionally have a feeling of unease, but that's about it, with the exception of a place I will post about on Saturday. ]]> Paranormal and the Unexplained Rictras Shard http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/85950-obsession-begins.html Sounding off http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/85849-sounding-off.html Thu, 29 Oct 2009 04:34:19 GMT Here's a little tale about the beginning of the end of my reporting career. It wasn't supernatural, but it was definitely creepy to me, and it would have fit nicely as an introduction to a slasher movie.

In January 98, I was doing on-the-job training at a small newspaper (I won't state where, to protect the possibly guilty). About halfway through the six-weeks, I accompanied the managing editor to a town council meeting. These are usually boring affairs (at least to me), but it is necessary to cover them, because the things that are discussed and decided in them are usually of importance to the community.

This meeting was of no particular interest to me, but I decided to take notes about one townsperson's complaint of snowmobilers making noise late at night, and how there should be trails for them somewhere distant from the homes. I wrote up an article about it, filed it in the computer system, and forgot about it.

I think it was the day after the story was printed that a phone call was transferred to my little office. I picked it up and got an earful. At first, I didn't have an idea what this guy was yelling about, or who he was. All I could gather from his almost incomprehensible shouts was that he was very mad at me about something.

Eventually he yelled himself out, and began speaking in a more normal tone. He was still mad, but at least I could make him out now. I realized it was the guy who didn't like snowmobiles, and for some reason he thought I was being unfair and prejudiced against him in my article. After a while, I was able to calm him down by being apologetic, and by agreeing to go to his place sometime to get his side of the story (which I thought I had already done) so as to write another article about it.

After hanging up, I walked, shell shocked, into the main room and asked one of my co-workers if they had ever heard of the guy. Within a couple of minutes, I learned several things that lowered my morale even further.

He was considered to be a very odd and shady person. Two years prior, his wife and child had been murdered. The killer was never found (at least not to that point, maybe in the years since it has been solved). Finally, and most ominous to me, some people thought he might be the one who did it.

Oh goody! This guy, who was not very fond of me, might be so warped that he killed his family, and at some point I was going to meet with him at his house, by myself. And furthermore, I was not getting paid for this delightful little jaunt to my potential doom.

It was about this time that I started to think this career might not be for me. Well, that, and the fact that I sucked at it. But, you know, mostly that.

Epilogue to this story: he never did call me back, thankfully. Maybe he was too tired from constantly being woken up by snowmobiles to get the energy to slaughter me. Several weeks later, my ojt was over, and I got the heck out of Dodge.

Now, for something to do with the paranormal. This isn't something from my personal experiences, as I'm getting low on those, and I want to save things to write about on the final nights until Halloween. This is something I read about on the 'net a few months ago that fascinated me.

In the 1960's, the US Navy put a number of hydrophones in the oceans to track submarines. In the decades since, if I remember the details right, they stopped using them, and these underwater microphones are now used by scientists.

In 1997, a sound was picked up by the hydrophones. The scientists do not know what made the sound, but they believe it to be a living creature. What makes it interesting is that the sound was so loud, it was picked up by sensors about 3000 miles apart.

If it is indeed a living creature, to make sounds like that, it would have to be at least several times the size of a blue whale. To those who are unfamiliar with blue whales, they can reach a length of up to 108 feet. They are the largest known animal to ever exist.

The sound has been named 'The Bloop'. If you want to learn more about it, and hear it for yourself (I myself found it quite eerie), here is a site dedicated to it:

BloopWatch.org

One final thing before I end this post, that will hopefully be fun to those interested. If you're so inclined, look up a map that includes the northern US and southern Canada. Focus on the Great Lakes. See if you can notice something rather peculiar about them. A shiny new no-prize will go to the person who figures out why the lakes could be an important part of a fantasy/horror story about Ragnarok, if it was to be written. ]]> Paranormal and the Unexplained Rictras Shard http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/85849-sounding-off.html Walking in the Dark http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/85734-walking-dark.html Wed, 28 Oct 2009 04:33:01 GMT In St. Eleanor's, a suburb of my town, there are two trailer parks that are separated by a small woods. Numerous paths run all over the place in there. Partway through is a clearing, where you can find two stone foundations of buildings that have been gone since before I was born (at least, there were foundations, they might be gone by now). Along one side of the clearing are several homes.

In the summer 0f '88, I lived in one of the trailer parks. A friend (Dave once again, to those of you who have read my other threads), and I were walking from his house about a mile away to get to my trailer. Rather than take the road, which would have added about five minutes to our journey, we decided to cut through the woods. It was dark, but I had been through there hundreds of times and could likely walk through it blindfolded. As for Dave, I think it was his first time going through, as he had never spent much time in that part of the neighbourhood.

To keep him entertained, I was of course telling him stories about some spooky things that had supposedly happened there years earlier. When we got to the clearing, I pointed out the foundations and told him how another friend thought he saw a skull under a collapsed part of the stone about nine years earlier.

Moments later, we heard a loud baying from the edge of the clearing. After a moment's shock, I realized it was a dog, likely from one of the houses. It sounded quite close, though, and I was concerned it might be untied. I turned around to tell Dave that perhaps we should go back.

Dave wasn't there. However, the sounds coming from that direction revealed that he was already well on his way back out of the woods, apparently charging right through the trees rather than wasting valuable time going around them.

Yes, Dave had left me to die.

I left at a noticeably less brisk pace, as I had less faith in my ability to charge over trees than Dave did in his. When I reached him, I didn't say anything too harsh, because I was rather amused about the situation. We then took the long way to my trailer.

In case Dave should ever happen to read this, I should point out that despite the things I've mentioned here and in my previous stories, he is not a coward. He comes from a family of scrappers, and doesn't think twice about confronting regular threats, regardless of the odds. I believe that if a hideous monstrosity was eating my face, he would try to save me. He also had one of the best lines I ever heard, while we were watching a Friday the 13th movie with another friend.

Friend: Jason wouldn't be that tough to beat. Just cut off his arms and legs.
Dave: Alright, you go out there and cut off his arms and legs. After you're done, we'll come and get your body.
Me: Later.
Dave: Yes, much much later.

Now, for the actual spooky tale.

There used to be a guy in my community called Herbie. I think almost everyone knew him. He was endlessly wandering around town, looking for change to get alcohol. He was quite old, very very skinny, and had a distinct walk and posture. Even out of the corner of your eye, you would be able to tell it was him at once.

Apparently, he often went to his brother's house to spend the night. One extremely cold winter night in the late ninties, he went there, but the door was locked. He sat down in the yard and froze to death. Everybody thought it was a shame, but knew it was just a matter of time before something happened to him. He was frail, and hadn't been healthy in some time.

One night about nine years ago, I had been visiting a friend, and now it was time to walk home. The quickest way was to travel along a trail that used to be train tracks. There have been no trains on the island for around twenty years, and the tracks were converted to trails during the ninties.

I was walking along, looking down as usual (you'd be surprised how often you can find money lying on the ground). Whenever I was about to cross a road, I'd look up to make sure there were no cars coming. At one point when I looked up, I saw someone standing in the next section of the trail. He was at the edge of it, with his back to me. It looked like Herbie.

My rational mind immediately took over, and assured me there was no way it could be him. It was dark, I have much too active an imagination, it must be somebody else. I was a little creeped out, but dropped my head again and kept going.

When I reached him, I looked up again to reassure myself that this was someone else. I was less than five feet from him, and it still looked exactly like him. He was standing there, completely motionless, looking into a ditch. I kept walking, praying that he wouldn't look around at me. After about half a minute, I looked back to make sure he wasn't following me, or watching me. He was still standing in the same spot, not moving. He was in this same position everytime I looked back, until I could no longer see him. At this point, I walked so fast the rest of the way, that it was practically a jog.

Separated from that moment by almost a decade and the safety (hopefully) of my bedroom, right now my brain is still trying to rationalize that it couldn't have been him. When I was looking at him from an arm's length, though, I was absolutely positive that I was looking at a dead man.

I don't believe I've walked on that stretch of the trail after dark since that night. ]]> Paranormal and the Unexplained Rictras Shard http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/85734-walking-dark.html Another house, different woods http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/85642-another-house-different-woods.html Tue, 27 Oct 2009 05:00:27 GMT In my last thread, I mentioned my friend, David. In '89, his family lived in a house in another rural community on the island. Dave and I hung around together almost non-stop in the mid to late eighties, so I spent a lot of time at this house.

The first I heard about unusual happenings there came from Dave telling me about his father watching tv one night when his truck lights beamed through the living room window. Looking out, he couldn't see anybody in the yard, and it would be unlikely that anybody would be out walking late at night in an isolated area.

This incident would cause us some apprehension later on. We were driving down the highway that led to the road his house was on one night, when his car broke down. A quick check revealed that he would not be able to fix it on his own, so we resigned ourselves to a long walk.

The stretch of highway we had to traverse was about a mile and a half, then another two or three miles on the smaller road to get to his house. As with much of rural PEI, there was a lot of woods along the small road. Being morbid people, we didn't do ourselves any favours with the kinds of things we always talked about on the way to his house ("What would you do if when we get there, we see ourselves already there?").

Needless to say, we were doing a good job of spooking each other. About a mile down the small road, we were passing someone's house, when suddenly a horrific roar broke the silence. I think the two of us achieved escape velocity. When we eventually descended back to earth, we saw the source of the monstrous noise. The neighbour's poodle. How such a small animal made such an impressive noise, I don't know. We weren't sure whether to be amused or disgusted, but at least the rest of our journey was a bit less nerve-wracking.

For the next incident that happened there, a description of the bedroom Dave stayed in is needed. It was a large section of a moblie home that had been attached to the back of the house. It likely had a length of about twenty feet. At one end was his bed and two windows. Down the wall from his bed was the door, and opposite it, another window. The trees were very close. If you opened either of the windows near his bed and reached out, your hand would be in the woods. When I stayed over, I would sleep on the floor, by the wall with the window opposite his bed.

One other thing I should mention. The house had no basement, but it was on blocks that raised it slightly above ground level, enough that a person could crawl under there. There was a storage room we had to walk through to get to his bedroom, and for some reason, there was a hatch in that room that you could go through to get under the house. Perhaps it was originally meant to be a cellar door.

I am rarely able to get to sleep without tossing and turning for awhile, so Dave usually dozed off before I did. One night while I was waiting for slumber, I heard heavy breathing in the distance, but getting closer. I kept getting more and more nervous as it approached. The largest wild animal on the island is a coyote, and this sounded far bigger than that. Also troubling, I could hear no footsteps as it neared.

Eventually, it stopped right on the outside of the wall I was against, and sounded like it was breathing right through the window. I laid there, huddled to the wall, not daring to move or make a sound. I didn't look up, because if it was sticking its head in the window, I did not want to attract its attention.

Eventually, it moved on. I was a long time falling asleep that night. Thankfully, that sort of thing never happened again. To this day, I wonder what it was, but if I had looked, perhaps I might not be here now. It might have been something normal, I suppose, but I can't imagine anything normal on PEI that would have sounded like that.

And through it all, Dave didn't wake up. SOB. ]]> Paranormal and the Unexplained Rictras Shard http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/85642-another-house-different-woods.html The old house in the woods http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/85502-old-house-woods.html Mon, 26 Oct 2009 04:50:38 GMT When my maternal grandparents were still alive, they owned a house in a rural area. At that time, there were less than ten homes on the long road they lived on, some of which were unoccupied.

The road had one streetlight, and woods occupied most of the area on both sides. At night, it was fairly much completely silent, except for the occassional howling of a neighbour's collie.

As for the house itself, it was quite the spooky place. There were old paintings of long-dead people staring down on you. Only the kitchen had an actual door, all the other rooms had open doorways. The drapes on the main floor windows didn't close all the way, so you always had a good view of the darkness at night. There were several bookshelves, and many of the books were of old ghost stories and witchcraft. The room I stayed in when I was there had a small door to a crawlspace that ran the width of the house.

I liked visiting my grandparents, but when I was alone in that room in the darkness, I was always scared. It was completely dark, and very quiet. There was always a feeling that something wasn't right. At times, I could swear I was hearing voices calling my name. At one point in my teens, I confessed my dread to my mother, hoping she would be able to reassure me. Instead, she admitted she was scared of the place too, and told me stories about some of the weird things she and her siblings had experienced there. (And yet she continued sending me there. Thanks mom!)

It has been about twenty years since I last spent the night there, but I still have the occassional nightmare about it.

Now that the setting has been established, let me tell you about the last time I was there after dark, likely the most terrifying experience of my life.

It was either '90 or '91. My grandparents were no longer healthy enough to live there on their own. My grandfather was at a manor, and my grandmother lived with us. My friends and I were into a roleplaying game called Beyond the Supernatural. We were trying to think of the scariest place we could have a game, and I'm sure you can see where that is going.

The night of the game, we packed up some lunches, candles (no power at the house by that point), and the other things we needed, and set off for the half-hour drive.

We spent about three hours there, most of it uneventful, albeit a little creepy. The four of us went out the front door, with me being the last one out. I wanted to show the house my defiance, so I stayed in for a few seconds longer.

Just as I walked out the door, Dave, the friend who was closest, about ten feet away, turned around, looked in my direction, and screamed. Literally screamed.

My heart took off for parts unknown. I was less than two feet from the door, and I knew the house was too dark for him to see into it. Whatever he was seeing, it had to be at least partway out the door. I knew I was about to die, but some detached curosity made me want to know what was about to kill me.

As I turned around, everything seemed to be going in slow motion, and it seemed to take about a year. Finally, I was facing the door, and was able to see...

Nothing.

It turns out, he thought he was the last one out of the house. When he looked back, he saw a dark shape (me) emerging from the house. After we all finished having our cardiacs, we wasted no time leaving.

That turned out to be a good thing, because the closest neighbours had called the RCMP, and they were already racing to the house. They passed us on the road, and we joked that they were after us, not knowing they actually were. ]]> Paranormal and the Unexplained Rictras Shard http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/85502-old-house-woods.html Uppity things that get themselves haunted http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/85408-uppity-things-get-themselves-haunted.html Sun, 25 Oct 2009 05:50:40 GMT Any of you ever own a mundane item that doesn't seem to want to be ordinary?

My friends and I were rather creeped out by the first VCR I owned. It turned itself on at random times, but that was the least of its oddities. You know how you would eject a movie, then it would sit in the opening until you retrieved it? Sometimes this VCR would pull them back in and start playing them. Also, about four years after I bought it, I realized I had never had to change the batteries in the remote, despite plenty of use. They finally died a few months after, and I replaced them for the first and only time while I owned that insidious machine.

What creeped me out the most, however, was an incident while I was alone watching tv one night. The VCR turned itself on, as usual. What was unusual on this occassion is that it starting playing, despite there being no movie in it. I quickly turned it off, as I did not want to know what was going to come on the screen.

It has been more than ten years since I parted ways with the devilish device, but I think it still remembers me. While I was typing this post, my lights dimmed twice. Somebody hold me, please. :eek: ]]> Paranormal and the Unexplained Rictras Shard http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/85408-uppity-things-get-themselves-haunted.html Paranormal Activity (help?) http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/85007-paranormal-activity-help.html Wed, 21 Oct 2009 01:44:19 GMT I know this isn't exactly halloween related, but I'm not sure where else to get some awnsers. Just a little while ago sitting on the couch I felt the back of my neck burning, I reached back and felt a little raised area. Had my boyfriends sister look at my neck and she said there was a long scratch. I did not do this myself! I was just sitting there. I have had some weird things happen over her house before.... but nothing crazy................ Anyone have something like this happen to them or someone they know? Know anything about this type of thing? It's very unsetteling. I looked online and all I could find was people that woke up with scratches on them... I could see how that could be self inflicted, but this? I didn't even touch my neck. It's running top to bottom about 2inches or so... ]]> Paranormal and the Unexplained HauntedDiva http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/85007-paranormal-activity-help.html Canine mystery in England http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/84784-canine-mystery-england.html Sun, 18 Oct 2009 22:40:23 GMT Weird story. BBC NEWS | UK | England | Nottinghamshire | Eight dogs dead in woods mystery (http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/england/nottinghamshire/8292557.stm) Weird story.

BBC NEWS | UK | England | Nottinghamshire | Eight dogs dead in woods mystery ]]> Paranormal and the Unexplained Johnny Thunder http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/84784-canine-mystery-england.html Haunted hotels... know of any? http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/84538-haunted-hotels-know-any.html Fri, 16 Oct 2009 03:49:15 GMT How about a thread of functioning hotels that are supposed to be haunted? Post the haunted hotels near you or that you've stayed at, along with any backstory that you know. I for one would love to be able to stay at as many haunted hotels as possible in my travels!

This past weekend we stayed at the Hotel Adolphus in Dallas TX. It's reputed to be haunted, especially on/around the 19th floor. It was built in 1912 by Adolphus Busch (yes, the beer dude). It originally had a ballroom on the 19th floor. The ballroom was closed long ago and the space converted into regular rooms, but supposedly one can sometimes hear music, laughter, footsteps on the now non-existent wooden dance floor... We experienced nothing, but we were only there for one night and we couldn't get a room on the 19th floor as it was booked up.

Anyway, there are a couple of other open haunted hotels in Texas that I know of: The Menger, near the Alamo in San Antonio, and The Driskill in Austin. Haven't stayed at either, but would like to! ]]> Paranormal and the Unexplained Gothikim http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/84538-haunted-hotels-know-any.html My Grandfather http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/84412-my-grandfather.html Wed, 14 Oct 2009 19:47:16 GMT Hey there guys this is the first time i have really told this to anyone outside my family.

10 years ago my Grandfather passed away after a battle with cancer. It was about a year after when all the weird stuff started to happen. On new years eve my family in the UK had a New years eve party and they had a brand new Polaroid camera so they got my niece and nephew and there dad in a picture.

So after the picture was taken they sat there waiting for it to develop and when it came through my niece and nephew where not in the picture and in place of where there dad was sitting was my grandfather smiling. To this day no one can understand how this was possible because the camera was new and my grandfather had been gone for a year so it could not have been a mix up with it.

That was just one experience. A few years later the family was at my grandmothers house where my grandfather had passed away. My nephew was sitting by the door watching TV and my niece was sitting on the couch. And the door flew open and there was no one there, so they closed it and it again came open and my Grandfather walked in he looked at my nephew and said is he playing up again, and he walked past my niece and my sister who was near the kitchen and when he reached the kitchen he looked at my grandmother and faded away.

Once again this was not the only experience.

Another few years later it was late at night and everyone was in bed and my grandfather used to use something in his hair called Brylcreem and my nephew woke up and told his parents he could smell it so they all got up and went downstairs and when they went down the house started to shake and it was a small earthquake. If they had not gone downstairs after smelling that someone could have been hurt.

We have had our fair share of stuff happen here. I have seen a black figure in the corner of my eye standing in the hall watching me. And i also had something rub the top of my head (something my grandfather always used to do when i was a kid)

And my mother has said she had someone poke her in the shoulder and such like that and we hear footsteps at night now and again. I know its nothing to be scared of cause its just my Grandfather so we just go on with it. Nothing has really happened since other then a few orbs in pictures near my grandfathers picture. And this swearing parrot i got from a gag store keeps going off by itself and i know for sure that's my grandfather cause he loved stuff like that lol.

Well that's it for now if anything else comes up i will post it here. Also i should be getting that picture soon so it should be a nice paranormal treat to see. ]]> Paranormal and the Unexplained reapergnd http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/84412-my-grandfather.html Black blob/Death http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/84135-black-blob-death.html Mon, 12 Oct 2009 03:08:02 GMT My mother-in-law took this picture when we stayed at the Windsor Hotel in GA; a haunted hotel. Anyways, she was going through her pictures and noticed this one at the Windsor hotel. At first she thought it was just my husband's reflection in the mirror, but the more she zoomed in, the less it looked like him. Plus I was closer to the mirror then he was, and she didn't see my reflection at all. My husband was wearing green and it's just a black blob, but other stuff's colors are reflecting. To me however, it looks like Death. The hotel's site states that the lady that haunt the place has been seen in the mirrors. I posted a photo on here of a lady in a window from this hotel and I believe it could be her.

]]> Paranormal and the Unexplained Southern Belle http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/84135-black-blob-death.html Haunted Fort Dix http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/84090-haunted-fort-dix.html Sun, 11 Oct 2009 19:44:13 GMT thought ya'll might get a kick out of this.

Walson hospital at Fort Dix - Unexplained Mysteries Discussion Forums

(I was stationed at Dix from 1989-91 and post in this thread as "karkev".) ]]> Paranormal and the Unexplained frylock http://www.halloweenforum.com/paranormal-unexplained/84090-haunted-fort-dix.html