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I've had tons of encounters. One of the most common is the spirit the seems to be watching my every move. It's like he's watching over me and two of my friends have said that they feel the cold chills and other things while in my room.

I want to hear the stories!

OK KIDS. STORY TIME. PREPARE FOR A WALL OF TEXT.


The Queen Mary

I was about 12 when I first visited the Queen Mary. I had begged my parents incessantly to take me, as I had just started to become obsessed with ghosts about a year before, and I wanted to do as much research as I possibly could. I had heard that the place was haunted, but I knew nothing more than that. I sincerely wanted to learn more about the spirits there, so we went.

I stepped out of the car, covering my ears to filter out the ear-piercing screams of the ship's horn. As I got closer, I noticed a woman standing on the deck, in what appeared to be a roped-off area. Her hair and white dress blew in the wind. She looked much like the women in my brother's history books, elegant, graceful, but above all, lonely. I didn't think much of it, telling my parents nothing. We went inside.

We took the Ghost Tour, which was disappointing because of the cheesy special effects and fog machines.

Afterwards, we did a self-tour around the ship, ending up in the hotel area. My parents were lagging far behind, examining some of the glass-wall rooms, while my grandmother had moved on ahead to find a place to sit down. I began descending a flight of stairs to the lobby, when I felt two sharp tugs at my backpack. I turned, and there was nobody there.

What frightened me most about the Queen Mary was something I found out recently... There have been reported sightings of a sad woman in a white dress aboard the ship. Could it have been the figure I saw 6 years ago?


Grandparents' House

In the 1970's, my uncle (after whom my brother was named) died from a late-detected cancer. The home that he lived in with his parents (my grandparents) still stands, and they still live there.

When we visit, I stay in the room that was my mother's, across from my uncle's room. When I was little, I used to sleep with a stuffed monkey in football gear that belonged to my uncle. I still do, sometimes, but not as much, because of strange things that have happened in the house, or more specifically, my room.

The closet doors in that room are on hanging tracks, which means that if someone nudges them, they swing back and fourth, sometimes knocking each other. One night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, when I noticed movement. I sat up, and the two doors were swingin in unison. I didn't feel frightened, however. In fact, I felt calm, and safe.

A couple nights later, I awoke to a soft murmuring. My first thought was that my grandparents left the TV on, so I left my room to investigate. I peeked into their room, and both were fast asleep with the TV off. I wouldn't have been able to hear them talking if it had been them, so I was baffled.


My House

For a few years now, I've been 'followed' by what has been identified as a sort of guardian spirit. He is most active in my home, as shown by the following event:

It was my sophomore year in high school, and I was on the single step leading down into our living room doing my math homework. My parents were out for the day, and my brother was still living in Santa Barbara, so I was completely alone. About halfway though my homework, I began to hear a rhythmic drumming coming from our den. It was sort of a RUM-ta-ta-ta-RUM-ta-ta-ta. Instinctively, I called, "Erik! Do you mind? I'm trying to do my homework!"

Instantly, it stopped.

Occasionally, I will smell a strange fish-sulfur smell in the dining room, but am always unable to locate a viable source for it. (It smells sort of like TarnEx, a kind of silver cleaner, but we haven't had that stuff in a while.. And it's kept in a different room).

Also, I have seen strange moving shapes at night (when there are no cars about), and a dark figure moving in the corner of my eye. I have seen this same figure in many other places besides my home, which has led me to believe that he's 'guarding' me... After all, it's a warm presence, despite his shadowlike appearance.

A few days after I began to write this down, I was jolted awake by footsteps pacing the hallway outside my door. When I went out to investigate, the foosteps stopped, and there was nobody there.


Calico Ghost Town

I last visited this place before my brother was shipped off to several mental institutions, but I still remember the strange feelings I had when I approached the small ghost town.

The schoolhouse, which is set a bit back from the main town, is rumored to be haunted by a woman who used to teach there. I, however, did not know this at the time. I had set off by myself to explore, when I saw a woman in a long, dark dress walking towards the schoolhouse. Her dark hair was tied up into a bun. Because I was behind her, I didn't see her face. I followed her. She turned around the side of the building. I did too, but she was gone.

Later, my brother and I went out collecting quartz from around the old mineshafts. From inside, I could hear strange noises (most likely cave noises, but...) and I felt a strange feeling of foreboding. I dared not venture closer. Instead, I took off back towards the craft store where we had left our parents. Something about that place just made me far too edgy, but I couldn't pinpoint what.


School (Cal State University Channel Islands, formerly Camarillo State Mental Hospital)

A couple of days before Halloween, the student council put on a masquerade dance for the students. My friends and I went, if only for the free food.

We arrived, but the dance was a bust - only about a dozen people had showed up. After consuming a good portion of the snack table, a friend and I decided to take a walk around campus instead.

Most of the buildings on the outer rim of the campus are abandoned, so that's where we stuck to - less people, and more interesting things to look at. After a while, we came across a dark building with a caged porch. There was a large wooden door there, with a tiny window and a small sign that said 'keep locked.' I was curious, so I pulled out a flashlight from my pocket (I have an LED on my keychain) and shone it into the window. Nothing interesting.

I turned the light off and turned to go, but the light inside didn't go away. My friend froze, saying something along the lines of, 'Holy crap it's getting brighter!' We both fled.

When I arrived home, I started to change out of my costume and was made aware of a painful stinging on my right leg, up near the hip joint. It was about 6 inches long. It was only a scratch, but it hurt like hell. I had nothing in the pocket on that side (my keys were in my jacket), and I was wearing jeans, so nothing could have scratched through the fabric that long.

To this day, my chest tightens every time I pass that building. I don't like going near it.


I have moooore, but I don't want to flood the thread. <_>;

DO EET. heart

Well, since we're all doing the incredibly long posts detailing our experience with ghosts... mind if I... hop on the band wagon? xd


The Colton Cemetary

I used to live in Colton, CA, a place with a bit of a history. Wyatt Earp's brother, Morgan, was buried there after being murdered in that famous shoot-out in Tombstone, Arizona. (Why they'd bury him in the middle of no-man's land is beyond me...) Anyways, the graveyard where he was buried was about two blocks from where I lived. My dad was actually the first person to take me to a cemetary. When I was 8, my dad and I rode our bikes to the graveyard and visited Morgan. I was kind of a lonely kid, so I turned Morgan into an imaginary friend of sorts. I'd go down there and visit him a lot, and I subsequently brought my friends to introduce them to Morgan. A few were a little freaked out by the way I'd talk to him and bring him gifts. But my friend Shani got on board with the whole idea and we visit him at least once a year.

I never heard anything frrom Morgan, but at the entrance to the cemetary, there's an above ground tomb with a glass door on it. You can look in and see the tombstones of a couple, buried on top of another. One of them is an elderly lady named Petra. On one of my trips to visit Morgan, I brought my friend and her fiance. On our way out, my friend stepped on the stone landing to peek into the tomb. We heard the voice of a lady very loudly tell us to "Get out of my way." Keep in mind, Jamie and I were the only women at the cemetary at the time, having just traipsed through the whole thing.

My friend looked at me, and looked around. In a comical moment, she realized she was blocking the door to the tomb, and jumped down. I never heard from Petra again, but I've never gotten in her way either.

My Current Residence

I could go on and on. But first things first.

The night before I moved in, I had a dream that someone was murdered in the doorway of the house. It was kind of a weird dream, but it was just nervous jitters... right?

Well, I'm not so sure any more. The next night, my family threw a mattress down on the floor in the living room so we could all sleep together until the beds were assembled. I was determined to sleep in my room, and kind of stake a claim, I guess. So by myself, I threw down a sleeping bag in the middle of my empty room and tried to rest. But all night I was kept awake by a green glowing light in the corner of the room.

It was close to Halloween, so I figured it was one of those glow sticks. So I got up to pick it up and my hand went right through it! It kept glowing at random intervals for the next three years, my little sister even saw it one night and asked me to turn it off!

My room was a beige nightmare. So after we redesigned the room and moved the furniture around, we moved a huge bookcase over the light.Big mistake. All hell broke loose after that.

The first huge incident happened in my garage. One night, my mom asked me to do the laundry. I had to go outside and hang up some laundry, and put some in the wash. I left and went back inside. Later, my mom came and damn near tore my head off. She asked me why I hadn't done the laundry. I yelled back that I did. She told me "in my dreams" and left the house. She was awfully upset, so I went back outside. The laundry was not only "undone" it was flung about in weird places of the garage!

At that point, I tried to make a deal with the spirit. (Or whatever.) I told it that I didn't care if it lived here, and I would allow it to remain if itdidn't do a repeat performance. (In more colorful terms, I told it to leave my s**t alone.) After I cleaned everything up and went back insidem I heard a weird laugh. It seemed like it was all around me, and it was the damn near scariest thing that's ever happend to me.

Since then, I've had books and pens thrown at my friends, my action figures and hats thrown at me, my friend's finace's neck was grabbed by it, and lightbulbs in my room, (even the new ones) explode randomly. Peope who are sensitive to spirits have walked into my house and asked me about my ghost. The spirit, (who I've nick-named Nell,) is slowly growing more and more violent.

So yeah... I'll maybe add on if something else happens...

Well, I'll need to get a camera... and a scanner... 0__0 I'm considering leaving a camcorder on at night in the den, where my friend's fiance (well, husband now...) was pinched, but I doubt my dad would give permission... sweatdrop

Oh dear lord, I was at my friends house again about, oh, about a day ago and was laying on her matress in the computer room. She was taking a shower and my other friend that was visiting was in the bedroom talking with her boyfriend. Now, I was really tired, but I swear to god that I didn't imaging this. I was laying down on the matress, and I felt as if someone was in the room. Now, being that Tarukane is a usual and almost mundane occurance, I thought nothing of it. (He doesn't usually bother me to much) But I soon felt like someone was crawling towards me on all fours, about the size of average male. I finally got really creeped out, hoping it was one of my friends and looked back. There was nothing there, but there was a lingering cold. I didn't sleep alone that night.