I am trying to research hauntings and supernatural activity in the Fairfax and Northern VA areas. The site I have been using is fascinating and I a wondering if any locals in here would be able to verify or confirm any of the stories, even if you could just verify that you\'ve heard the rumors, but do not necessarily believe them, is helpful,

Truly some frightening things are listed on here, it\'s searchable by city

http://www.ghostsofamerica.com/

That site seems to have some pretty vague stories, and nothing specific to the actual area. (Anyone can claim to have spotted "the ghost of a woman sitting the porch of a house in *enter name of city here*")

If you're interested, you might ask some of the people who work at a building originally called the Barbour House at 4069 Chain Bridge Rd. in Fairfax City if they've ever experienced anything there. It's the old white building with 4 large columns in front; Lupos restaurant is currently in the lower level. It's directly across from the judicial center.

I worked in the building several years ago, and on a few occasions, had the unfortunate experience of being the only one there late at night. I never saw any ghosts, per se, but would frequently hear what sounded like large tables being dragged across the floor overhead. (Our office was upstairs, with only an unfinished attic above.) I assumed that it was an accoustic illusion, and that the sounds were coming from the former Seasons Restaurant below--until I found that it was closed and there was absolutely no one else in the building.

I certainly wasn't imagining it, because I could feel the vibrations with each sound when I put my hand on the wall. More disturbing, I once expected to hear the sounds echoing louder when I opened the door to the stairwell, which would have happened had they been coming from the restaurant. Instead, the halls were quiet.

I never found out what the cause was, and never really experienced anything beyond that. I should also point out that those sounds would occur at times throughout the day, as well, but never on any consistent basis. I didn't become aware of it until I was there alone late that first time--that's when it got just plain creepy.

I would, however, be curious to know if there've been any other stories from either the restaurants or other offices in that building's past. Good luck with your research.

This site is haunted by d-bags.

There was suppose to be a ghost that Huanted Reston Ave(Now Parkway). I was suppose to be the spirit of one body that was dumped on the road by a serial killer back in the late 60's \early 70's. I don't think they ever caught the serial killer. Check the Reston Times archives, they rans stories about it.

Another Reston Ghost story. Apparently many people claimed to see this gilr ghost over a weekend period -

The Reton Ghost -- isn't that the tortured soul of a dotcom company that met an untimely death last year? :)

Seriously, I think it's supposed to be the spirit of Gwen Ames. As I recall she was strangled near the canal section of Lake Anne while all the people who lived around there were at some concert on the plaza.

[www.ghostsofamerica.com]

"The ghost of a woman with a bag tied around her head was witnessed drinking gasoline from a pump at a gas station in Dunn Loring. There have been other reports involving this ghost in the vicinity"


Oh OK then

I've heard a similar story about paranormal activity at the old Seasons Restaurant in old town FFX. -§

Hmm no civil war ghosts from Manassas?

Funny you say that, about 20 years ago a couple of Reston residents swore they saw an older civil war soilder ghost late night at their mailbox, as soon as they went to investigate the ghost would look up and fade out.

I guess this guy is looking for some mail he lost? LOL More than just a couple of people reported it. A lot of civil war units passed through and camped in Reston; Yankees once on the way to Bull Run and then Confederates(Lee's) to take Washington.

You would think the civil war battlefields would be full of ghost rumors? Never heard any.

There were some large-scale skirmishes in the Reston/Herndon area. A lot of soldiers died; whether they came back as ghosts, rogue cops, coyotes, or beaners, is left to the imagination.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Dranesville

Either Colvin Run Mill Park or Eleanor C Lawrence has a legend about a wall in the basement of a house on the grounds of the park...

Supposedly, someone was murdered bloodily, and blood got all over the walls. No matter how hard they try to wash the blood off, it always reappears..............

I looked in depth for more info on the Gwen Ames murder. Anyone got any sources of info on it?

ScottAM Wrote:
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> I am trying to research hauntings and supernatural
> activity in the Fairfax and Northern VA areas.

sorry but there are no ghosts or hauntings in nova. in fact, there are no ghosts or hauntings anywhere on the planet.


"the wisdom of the wise will perish, the intelligence of the intelligent will vanish."

house down the street is haunted.. when i was younger i watched their rabbit when they were out of town on vacation and they told me the ghosts name n shit he was the first owner (builder) of the house. and i heard cuppard sp? doors shuttng as i would leave the premises.. freaky i never went back alone

The Auditorium at Madeira school in Great Falls. I'm a skeptic myself but ive heard shit from credible sources.

"The Auditorium at Madeira school in Great Falls. I'm a skeptic myself but ive heard shit from credible sources."

Any details?

345 Wrote:
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> I looked in depth for more info on the Gwen Ames
> murder. Anyone got any sources of info on it?


Gwen was a drug addict that got clean. She had been clean a year when the Reston Festival happened. She went to the festival and on her way home she was strangled. It was believed by law enforcement and everyone that it was her former dealer,but the police were afraid of him. This dealer pretty much ran Lake Anne Plaza. I saw him one night and he told a girl I was with, that if she didnt take off her cross she could end up the way Gwen did. We left the Washington Plaza Baptist church and him and his friends had a human chain across the road trying to stop us. It was frightening. They have never made an arrest in her death, that bothers me. Makes me a little nervous to write this, but there you go.

I'm also really into the paranormal, so anyone's stories would be awesome to hear. I live in Vienna and was wondering if there are any hauntings around here? I can only imagine that maybe the Freeman Store or that caboose ((sp?)) has some sort of something going on!

But anyways, any detailed stories would be awesome to hear. Also locations! ((No bunnyman bridge thanks...everyone knows that one and knows that the Clifton kids will go fuck with you there))

lol the thing from ghostsofamerica.com ... I read something on there a long time ago saying a "headless" woman has been seen drinking gasoline out of pumps or whatever, but it just seems like people would send the most ridiculous thing they could think of and then see if it got posted, and it did.

There is a really scary recent one from Richmond. He is frustrated singer songwriter who had delusions of Granduer. One night after another failed gig a young woman came up to him and asked that she meet him out in a graveyard. She didnt want anyone to know she was out late at night with the musician cuz she was underage. Well Mea....er the musician went to the graveyard that night and didnt come back. Some undertakers found his limp bloated body wrapped in Kudzu with a sign reading, "No talent at all". He was apparently chocked with Kudzu vine to DEATH. One of the undertakers had caught part of his "gig" at a local coffee shop. He simply shrugged and threw his body in the river. Apparently he agreed with the murderer. Now this No talent spirit haunts websites in grief and pain, foisting its songs and musings on the people who denied him stardom during life. He is having his revenge on Fairfax yet. Bwhahahahahaha

That big white mansion (the old Franklin residence maybe?) off of West Ox Road by Dower House Drive in Franklin Farm supposedly has stuff going on in it. I knew someone who lived in it (maybe she still does...it's been a long time) and she said that she experienced all sorts of stuff in there on a regular basis...so much so that she got used to it. She mostly heard conversations going on, but every once in a while she'd see one (usually an older guy I think) just chilling in a room somewhere. They never "talked" to her or acknowledged her in anyway....they just kind of did their own thing,

345 Wrote:
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> I looked in depth for more info on the Gwen Ames
> murder. Anyone got any sources of info on it?
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not much info..but at least something..

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/14/AR2007041401319_3.html

Come on people, add your true ghost stories from around the area!!! :)

There is an office building in McLean off of Anderson Rd that is haunted. Never saw anything specific, but we definitely heard crashing pans or doors closing but the building was empty(I worked security, we knew everyone was out and it was the middle of the night) and occasionally we would smell a strong floral perfume, as if someone wearing it was passing you, but no one was there. Rumor has it that the building was built on an old graveyard that had been relocated.

The really creepy thing about the building was the fact that the employees fought hard not to be moved out of there. There was one department that was in that building for at least 15 years when other departments in neighboring buildings were relocated about every 8 months.

All the bomb shelters at local high schools have ghosts. The construction workers who died building the schools live there.

Look for yourself! I have not touched or photoshoped this picture at all!

I took this picture at about 6:30am on a Lake in Fairfax county near an area where some civil war relics were found. Now that I look at the picture closer I see four figures in the fog. On the right is a guy in a civil cap, then a guy leaning over what looks like stretcher, then a lady in a civil war style dress.

Very Spook!



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Plenty of Ghost Stories in Old Town. They offer tours with stories.

i cant find the people in the fog

There are tours in old towne Alexandria that are quite interesting.

If you look real close, you can see a steaming pile of crap. Because that is what the photo is. Its fog, early morning fog on a lake. Its like if you stare at a cloud long enough you can make out whatever you want it to be.

Hey, I heard there was this ghost up in the Frederick County, MD woods, and some college kids from Motgomery County 13th grade went up and got lost in the woods and videoed the ghost and they are now dead.

what lake is that Lurker?

my old apartment was haunted, its in the public housing off of draper dr in fairfax.. i seen it my family has and i know the people living there now, and they have also.

I'd love to hear anyone's stories about their own personal experiences with ghosts/hauntings in this area...

My friend just bought a house off of Lawyers Rd in Reston that is haunted. It's fairly old and I heard different noises the one time I stayed over. The first incident happened after I was asleep on the couch. I awoke to footsteps on the hardwood floors. I thought it was my friend getting a drink or something and went back to sleep. After a while, I woke up a second time because I thought I heard a door creak and then definitely I heard footsteps coming up from the basement staircase. I got up and turned the lights on and the noise stopped.

I must have fallen asleep like that because my friend woke me up around 11am and I was asleep but sitting on the couch with all the lights on. He never got up during the middle of the night.

I get text messages from him every once in a while at night saying he's hearing noises from downstairs again.

Northern Virginia Folklife Archive

let the ghosts be. They are not going to harm anyone. Statistically speaking, we should be more afraid of Gravis!

"I think the dead don't speak" - Bess Houdini

"And anyone who claims the dead speak is a fraud and needs to be exposed as such" - Radiophile

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> let the ghosts be. They are not going to harm
> anyone. Statistically speaking, we should be more
> afraid of Gravis!

this is true, however, the idea or thought of someone seeing/hearing/sensing a ghost has caused some accidents. besides, ghosts dont swear at you, all you stupid motherfuckers.


"the wisdom of the wise will perish, the intelligence of the intelligent will vanish."

I went to an old abandoned house and huge barn in great falls that seems like it was haunted. I heard the sound of a horse in the barn

Gravis Wrote:

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> this is true, however, the idea or thought of
> someone seeing/hearing/sensing a ghost has caused
> some accidents. besides, ghosts dont swear at
> you, all you stupid motherfuckers.

To be honest, I am more afraid of Gravis then all the ghosts in Fairfax County!

Want to see the walking dead? Come to any Vienna Town Council meeting. Most of those folks are so old they fart dust.

I should also add that you will also see the walkng dead Wednesdays at Magruder's.

I SEE TEH CHEMTRAILS!!!!!

i posted this in the springfield forum a while back.

burke lake road just up the hill from kilkenny dr. is haunted by some girl who walks on the side of the road. me and a friend were coming back from clifton late one morning when we saw her dressed in a white sweater walking along the side of the road. being the good citizen that i am, i turned around to see if she needed some help, but when i came back to where i saw her she was gone. didnt find out till 8 months later that others had the same situation happen to them.

no idea as to what the story behind the ghost was, but i swear on the holiest of bibles that what i said is true. i got better things to do than make up ghost stories on message boards, so if you dont believe me, i could really care less.

Am interested in the stuff going on at the Barbour House, now the Hard Times Cafe....

Am interested in ghost with proper grammar.

Mount Weather crash site. I think there's supposed to be pilot ghost on route 7 near there.

LEESBURG VA ( LOUDOUN COUNTY ) The woods rd ( off Evergreen Mills rd ) Banshee Reeks. The old homeless shelter ( 3 old houses in a row. they will be torn down soon ) and the Reeks park/woods itself is haunted by a "banshee". You can google the story about the Banshee Reek in loudoun virginia and then the story of the banshee from scotland and see how she got to virginia. I know it is true because i have heard it so many times. yes me who doesnt believe in ghosts or aliens or any of that ...till i spent a couple of years on the woods rd. at night she cries and screams in the woods from afar and up close.when people first hear it they swear its a cougar. yet yr after yr no cougar evidence and no attacks. during the day she talks, mumbles,coughs, sneezes,weeps, giggles, hums,walks around ,opens and closes doors upstairs, and occasionaly throws large heavy furniture and then drags it across the floor upstairs. at night she is heard by many. durring the day for some reason she only makes herself known when there are either 1 or 2 people to hear it.after you go upstairs to check things out she stops abruptly.the houses are NOT open to the public anymore. but im sure if one is brave enough to go just 1 or 2 people at a time and sit quietly in the area at night you are sure to hear it.

ScottAM Wrote:
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> I am trying to research hauntings and supernatural
> activity in the Fairfax and Northern VA areas.
> The site I have been using is fascinating and I a
> wondering if any locals in here would be able to
> verify or confirm any of the stories, even if you
> could just verify that you\'ve heard the rumors,
> but do not necessarily believe them, is helpful,
>
> Truly some frightening things are listed on here,
> it\'s searchable by city
>
> http://www.ghostsofamerica.com/


Dont forget the ass-raping sasquatch that was often seen in the Rock hill area of centreville and what is now called south ridings. This was in the early 70's through the mid 80's.

There are no such things as ghosts. If you believe in ghosts, you're either an idiot, or you're a child and you shouldn't be on a forum like this. This forum is mostly unmoderated, full of filth and racism, so it isn't a place for children.

charred remains Wrote:
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> ScottAM Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
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> > I am trying to research hauntings and
> supernatural
> > activity in the Fairfax and Northern VA areas.
> > The site I have been using is fascinating and I
> a
> > wondering if any locals in here would be able
> to
> > verify or confirm any of the stories, even if
> you
> > could just verify that you\'ve heard the
> rumors,
> > but do not necessarily believe them, is
> helpful,
> >
> > Truly some frightening things are listed on
> here,
> > it\'s searchable by city
> >
> > http://www.ghostsofamerica.com/
>
>
> Dont forget the ass-raping sasquatch that was
> often seen in the Rock hill area of centreville
> and what is now called south ridings. This was in
> the early 70's through the mid 80's.


did you mean ass rapeing sasquatch?

The ass raping Sasquatch can be found in Herndon,Centerville, Springfield, and anywhere in PG county.

Perhaps it is the ghost of her sister . . .

http://www.marieclaire.com/celebrity-lifestyle/articles/living/remembering-tasha

I always thought it was the Bush Patrol bullies who killed Tasha.

Jean Harris wrote in her memoirs that girls had tied others to trees using chains.


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> "The Auditorium at Madeira school in Great Falls.
> I'm a skeptic myself but ive heard shit from
> credible sources."
>
> Any details?

Yes I was surprised myself to find that there is no mention at all of the Gwen Ames case in Reston on the web about anywhere other than the fairfax cold cases page. Its sad. It always seemed to me that 100 percent was never given to that case to begin with. As if no one cared or even maybe a cover up to protect someone or maybe just the reputation of the town as it was a newly developing town at the time. Shame on who ever decided to give up on the murder of that young girl. I know if it was my kid I never would have let it rest. And whoever the killer was needs to keep one thnig in mind...by now they are old or getting there and time does not forgive, only confession before man and God does.

Yes I was surprised myself to find that there is no mention at all of the Gwen Ames case in Reston on the web about anywhere other than the fairfax cold cases page. Its sad. It always seemed to me that 100 percent was never given to that case to begin with. As if no one cared or even maybe a cover up to protect someone or maybe just the reputation of the town as it was a newly developing town at the time. Shame on who ever decided to give up on the murder of that young girl. I know if it was my kid I never would have let it rest. And whoever the killer was needs to keep one thnig in mind...by now they are old or getting there and time does not forgive, only confession before man and God does.
I went by lake anne on the anniversary of that night june 4th and walked the path and foot bridge. no posters posted anywhere amymore and whoever used to drop flowers at the foot bridge didnt do it thias year. I did how ever see a handful of individuals stop and peer down at the foot of the bridge path and I couldnt help but wonder if they were thinking the same thing i was.

Bunny Man Bridge in Fairfax Station, VA is a debatable haunted location. But even better than that are all the old parks in that area or the Town of Clifton, all of which were places that had an active role in the Civil War and therefore could possibly have ghosts.

Bunny Man Bridge itself was actually the sight of an old train station called Sangster's Station where a Civil War skirmish occurred. That and the fact that there was a poor house located near the site, could be the source of some paranormal activity, along with the supposed ghosts of the Bunny Man legend.

Jesus Christ not the resident Bunnyman expert again. How did that little Clifton film fest go? Did you get to tell the masses about all the details you learned about the Bunnyman from this site?

Blessed are the murderous.

Mount Weather crash site is now overgrown with brush

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8LVIzbwE48

The Silas Burke mansion

Dee or Chenault...can you share anymore on Gwen Ames, I am a relative looking for more information...thanks

Hello, I am searching for information on the area of kempsville lake, specifically marlwood area. I have a very normally down-to-earth friend that is terrified to go home because she swears her house is haunted. She hears footsteps at night, the bathroom door opens and closes by itself, the sink's hot water turns on by itself, she feels cold gusts of air brush past her, and her daughter wrote a phrase on the wall, and when questioned, says she was told to write it by the devil.

Eventually my friend found the previous owner of the house on facebook, and learned the lady's son was complaining of seeing someone in his room. The former tenant admitted she moved because she thought she was going crazy and seeing things.

My friend dismissed the little things at first, but its been going on for months now and she says its too much for her to ignore.

What should she do?

Manassas Battlefield, that's where you go if you want to see a haunting.

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"And if any women or children get their legs torn off, or faces caved in, well, it's tough shit for them." -2LT. Bert Stiles, 505th, 339th (On Berlin Bombardier Mission, 1944).

http://autumnforestghosthunter.blogspot.com/2009/01/fairfax-virginia-green-acres-elementary.html

My friend, Corrine, posted about a house that she went to as a kid that had been haunted. Steve Toole, Corrine's brother still resides on Glenmore. Corrine passed away six months ago.

There is more history about the house that is discussed on the page.

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From Corrine Toole, March 2009
To Sharon,
I remember going to a Open House at your home. They had done a nice job of updating and added bathrooms, and closing off the staircase to the attic. During the tour, I found myself alone in the basement... and a heavy sense that I was not alone. I ran up the stairs into the kitchen, where people just turned and looked at me. I said...Ghosts! :)
For awhile there, it seemed they couldnt keep a tenant in the house for more than a year or so. But the current tenant now has been there for several years. Do you know any more about that?

http://autumnforestghosthunter.blogspot.com/2009/01/fairfax-virginia-green-acres-elementary.html

Sharon, blog name, autum forest, lived in a house in Fairfax. I've looked up info. on this house. It was a while ago. I'll see if I can find the back story on it. If not, go to her blog & try to find the location yourself.

This is what Sharon wrote on her site...

I am a ghost hunter who grew up in a Civil War field hospital where many unexplainable occurrences changed the course of my life. Follow me as I toss out theories and mess with your thinking. You may not be the same after coming here. I plan to open your minds wide about all things paranormal.

Do a search on Aspen Grove in Fairfax, VA

Sharon posts a picture of the house, Aspen Grove. You need to go to her site to see it. This picture is from the 1890s.

I had to add the house I grew up in to the list of 50 places I’m researching because as a personal witness to the phenomenon and the makeup of the land and structure, I can probably give more information to this site than the others.

Aspen Grove was built in Fairfax Virginia in the mid 1700s originally as a fort against Indians, supposedly. Back then, it was called "The Springfield" because it was fed by the Pohick Creek (an offshoot of the Potomac) and had lots of underground springs, one of which fed the well to our home and the outbuildings with the best tasting water I’ve ever had in my entire life. During the Civil War, the Union took it over and used it as a field hospital, then the Confederates got it back and used it for the same. Both sides bled and died there. You can't get more conflict than to have both sides haunting the place. The grounds were rich with relics, the wooden floors still stained dark from their blood, and the ghosts most assuredly restless.

10212 Aspen Willow Dr, Fairfax, VA 22030

Off of Roberts Rd near GMU

http://autumnforestghosthunter.blogspot.com/2009/06/aspen-grove-scores-5-out-of-6.html

The above link describes hauntings at Aspen Grove... written in 2009

http://autumnforestghosthunter.blogspot.com/2010/06/articles-about-aspen-grove.html

Posted on 7 June 2010-- The above link provides an article published in one of the local newspapers in 1980. Interesting stuff to read.

I heard last week that there is a "imprint" ghost at a bridge where Rolling Road and Fairfax County Parkway intersect. My friend alleges that the ghost replays its death over and over again and regular basis.

He claims to have witnessed it twice.

Around that time, there was a story going around the neighborhood that girls would park their cars on Waterview Cl late at night and see Gwen's face in the rearview mirror. I don't recall all the details, but this sounds like another ripoff off of the Bloody Mary legend.

Hi my name is Bella :) does anyone know the history of 3023 Dower House Drive? It used to be my grandparents house and I expierienced things when I would visit them. Some people said that a boy died in a bike accident on the property.

I believe my house is haunted - though I haven't heard/witnessed any activity in about a year - don't know why. For a while though things were kind of 'odd'. I would hear clearly very hard (as if someone was walking hard on their heels) loud thuds across the hallway upstairs. It was always at night, almost always around 11:30pm. This wouldn't happen consistently but on random occasions.

Another night, I was home - sick w a high fever and in bed. I had heard the footsteps again right in the hallway next to me - got out of bed and my attic opening was ajar. To get to my attic you need a ladder and have to really push hard as there is a board that holds firmly. I saw no footsteps but the attic was open. I ran downstairs called the police.

When he arrived, I explained what had happened he called for back-up and they went looking around the property - nothing. Then got my ladder from the garage and checked in the attic - nothing. That hasn't happened since - that incident occurred about 1.5 years ago

Behind my house are woods, if you walk into the woods a bit (about 50 yards from my house) there are ruins of an old water mill...the funny thing is I don't believe in ghosts per se and I'm usually a skeptic for things like this. But I know what I've heard (and it was on numerous times) and I know somehow that attic door became open. It could be just wind passing through, who knows, the consistent timing, methodical 'stepping noises', etc., does give one pause.

WHERE CAN I FIND A REAL "HAUNTED HOUSE" IN NORTHERN VA? ARE THEY ABANDONED?

Isabella Wrote:
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> Hi my name is Bella :) does anyone know the
> history of 3023 Dower House Drive? It used to be
> my grandparents house and I expierienced things
> when I would visit them. Some people said that a
> boy died in a bike accident on the property.


3023 Dower House Dr
Herndon, VA 20171

You said a boy died here? Is this the home your referring to as being haunted?

In reply to "unsolved": wish there was more to tell, that happened a couple yrs before I moved to Va. ( Gwen Ames ). I just know that it wasnt something that people talked about much but the posters hung at Lake Anne and withered away. During my time there was the usual crowd that hung there that mostly lived around the Lake or nearby or from further out that were just looking for the partys. Then there were the straglers that would pop in just ever so often that most people seemed to know but they didnt hang long. There were a few older bikers that people seemed to be afraid of but respected. I was at the Plaza some late 1981 or 82 nite when a friend of mine got stabed by a biker that got mad and broke a bottle against the wall and stabbed him with that. His biker "b*tch" stood over me and said you didnt see anything, I called 911 from the pay phone and they were gone. Never knew their names. My friend was ok and says he gave a police report. I doubt that had anything to do with Gwens murder but things like that happened there and no one dared to "Narc" (we called it) and most were under the influence all the time to be able to recall things. My question to you as family is why didnt her family go to the trouble of investigating?

Something that happened in January this year:

This family moved into a house in Fairfax. They started noticing weird things like shapes and shadows on the walls and ceilings. They thought it was light or shadows coming in from the windows, but continued to see them at night too. And they had a son who told them that he met a boy who wanted to be his friend, but they thought it was just an imaginary friend. Then they started experiencing other things, like the entire house shaking and their son said that his friend was doing it. After a few days, the activity got worse, the family immediately packed up some clothes to leave. As they were getting in the car, the dad got a text message from a blocked number saying "come back". They stayed with friends and contacted their Lutheran reverend about a house blessing, but that didn't work. They were told to contact a Catholic church since they are the only ones who know how to perform exorcisms. An Archdiocese priest went to the house. He thought he was just going to do a simple house blessing, but realized there was more in that house. Had to go back to the Bishop with proof of supernatural events and it was enough evidence to have him perform a house exorcism. Said that if the house exorcism was never done, the demon in the house would have eventually taken over the boy.

True story.
Was never told the city, to protect the family.

is this true or people making up shit

In reply to:
"Another Reston Ghost story. Apparently many people claimed to see this girl ghost over a weekend period -
I think it's supposed to be the spirit of Gwen Ames. As I recall she was strangled near the canal section of Lake Anne while all the people who lived around there were at some concert on the plaza."

She was strangled on a bridge just steps from the door of her home. It was during the week-end long Reston Birthday Festival, which at that time was a big event. However, the activities were over around 11pm that night; Gwen was strangled a little after midnight. She was an absolutely beautiful young girl (you may remember her picture on the flyer put out for info on the murder) who was straightening her life out. It's very sad that the murderer has never been brought to justice.

it is said that there is a ghost at roundtree park on annandale road in falls Church.

http://www.meetup.com/novasg/calendar/5900250/?action=detail&eventId=5900250

Probably the Pagans gang. My dad had a rented place in Glenbrooke, which is between Reston and Fair Oaks, where a guy was killed by gang members. He may or may not have belonged in the gang but he was known to associate with them.

Westfield High School is haunted by murderers and drug addicts.

You turn out all the lights. Say her name three times and say "I beleve." She will show up covered in blood. If the phone rings at the same time, don't answer it or you'll be next...

Tyrone Greene aka Spyder, haunts niggas on lorton road every thursday night from 12-5. If you see him tellem Biggums from hagel circle says woogie boogie! He'll know what it means.

I was once raped by a ghost. And then by his ghost horse. To this date, I walk crooked and have multiple orgasms when I'm within 5-mile radius of a race track.

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> I was once raped by a ghost. And then by his ghost
> horse. To this date, I walk crooked and have
> multiple orgasms when I'm within 5-mile radius of
> a race track.

NEIGH! NEIGH!!


Squirt! Squirt!! Oh my god! Squirt! Squirt!!

TyroneBiggums Wrote:
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> Tyrone Greene aka Spyder, haunts niggas on lorton
> road every thursday night from 12-5. If you see
> him tellem Biggums from hagel circle says woogie
> boogie! He'll know what it means.


Haha nigga Neva mind I got it all wrong his name was Leonard green and it was on furnace road! Shit man I mustve been high as shit! Anyways he should be there tonight cause it's Thursday and January. That's when the nigga got put down. Jan 17 2000. Rip spyder. If anyone is interested you can cone along with me to say whatup to him tonight.

TyroneBiggums of HagelCircle Wrote:
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> TyroneBiggums Wrote:
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> > Tyrone Greene aka Spyder, haunts niggas on
> lorton
> > road every thursday night from 12-5. If you see
> > him tellem Biggums from hagel circle says
> woogie
> > boogie! He'll know what it means.
>
>
> Haha nigga Neva mind I got it all wrong his name
> was Leonard green and it was on furnace road! Shit
> man I mustve been high as shit! Anyways he should
> be there tonight cause it's Thursday and January.
> That's when the nigga got put down. Jan 17 2000.
> Rip spyder. If anyone is interested you can cone
> along with me to say whatup to him tonight.

Awww I fucked again guys. He died Ina Monday but his funeral was on a Thursday. I remember cuz me and the boys were smoking blunts on the porch and we saw the lunar eclipse we was like yo dat be spider giving us a message. So yeah spider comes out on Monday when there a lunar eclipse.

goner Wrote:
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> I went to an old abandoned house and huge barn in
> great falls that seems like it was haunted. I
> heard the sound of a horse in the barn


This barn wouldn't have been off of falls run road or leigh mill would it have? if so, I know that property and it is private. The owner of the barn I keep my horse at has riding rights on that larger property (with abandoned polo barn and if we are still on the same property in which two old homes are in the midst of complete ruin).

Bob Holzman was head of Madeira Security for a long time. GMU Hokie, did you know him and if so, what did he have to say about the Bush Patrol? How do you even know about the Bush Patrol? In her memoir, Jean Harris said something about girls who tied each other to trees. Could this have been the Bush Patrol or its predecessor?

I already lived in Reston for several years at the time of Gwen's murder. I knew her casually; she was about a year older than me. The first blog response has it mostly right but I don't agree w/ the posters assertion that the police were afraid of R.T. He's been arrested for other things and was a tough customer but a B-S'er through-and-through. My brother once heard him brag (years later) about the murder when he was drunk but didn't believe him; he was just trying in drunken fashion to prove he was tough.

I also recall that she had been "straight" for a time much shorter than a year - not that that is really relevant. The fact is that suspicion fell on her "dealer" was due to rumor and speculation. The story going around was that he killed her because she had straightened out and that he resented the "loss of income" that represented. Pretty weak.

Still, he was (and still may be) the primary suspect. Knowing him as I do, I know no-one more plausible. The sad truth is that the failure to catch her killer was due to no witnesses or evidence and yet there were many people still around from the festival and the path was heavily used that night. I had several friends that had passed that place within an hour or so of her death.

The family tried for years to find the killer; I think a reward still exists for his conviction.

.

Hi Zack-

There ARE haunted locations in NoVa...One of the less mentioned is a Print Shop off Church Street in downtown, Vienna, VA....(If they still remain)

I visited the site and was 'punched' in the abdominal area after walking briskly into a reportedly active section of this old print shop's basement area...Old print machines were in one of their back storage room...

The sensation experienced (besides cold sweats and complete disbelief of experiencing anything like this before) lasted in my abdominal area for several hours afterwards...Rumor has it-a father died while trying to save his family from the building's land before it was totally overtaken by flames.

One other 'severely infested' area is the obvious-Bunnyman Bridge-I received numerous, disturbing EVPs after venturing onto the grounds and into the tunnel while ALONE--(BIG- H U G E mistake!!!!) I was called "little girl" "I'm going to get you" and when I asked if anyone was there-I got the message..."Behind you"..my gut went off and I exited only to discover the disturbing message on my Sony Digital on the way home in the car.

Enjoy...but, please play it SMART-and SAFE...Virginia Belle, Michelle

sick

... Wrote:
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> it is said that there is a ghost at roundtree park
> on annandale road in falls Church.
>
> http://www.meetup.com/novasg/calendar/5900250/?act
> ion=detail&eventId=5900250

This one was haunted by a girl that was raped and murdered in the park itself, around 1998 I want to say. A security guard from Vance told me about it and we checked it out, but didn't get much information. Not much came out on the pictures we took. As a matter of fact, we recently went by there and the park has been renovated somewhat. Police hang out there alot now too, usually on Friday and Saturday nights. The ghost of the girl was reported within weeks of her death, being see sitting on the picnic tables near the old basketball court or sitting on a swing. Sometimes you could hear sobs in the area, but we neither saw or heard anything.

Dee Wrote:
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>by now they are old or
> getting there and time does not forgive, only
> confession before man and God does.

So you believe in ghosts and God? Eater Bunny, Bermuda Triangle as well?

Personally, I chose to not believe in the unbelievable.

Fairfaxunderground rules: Lilliputions, not ok. Midgettville ok. I got it now.

Radiophile Wrote:
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> Dee Wrote:
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> >by now they are old or
> > getting there and time does not forgive, only
> > confession before man and God does.
>
> So you believe in ghosts and God? Eater Bunny,
> Bermuda Triangle as well?
>
> Personally, I chose to not believe in the
> unbelievable.

Well for ghosts its easy to get your mind changed. Go to someplace that is "hot" with activity. That will make you a believer real quick. I used to go around with a friend to different places to check out stories. I learned to not waste my time with the small stuff (people with bad feelings, rare ghost sightings, etc) and focused on sites that were hot (Ghosts being seen, stuff moved around, doors slamming, stuff thrown around, etc). As for the other things you don't believe in, I can't help with those. lol

I worked at the Season's Restaurant in Fairfax City (which is the old Barbour House) and I personally experienced what I truly believe was a ghost encounter.

It was about 2pm and I was cleaning the table in a room called the Library. I was alone in the room. I reached across the table to move the salt and pepper shakers over so that I could wipe the table down...and as I moved them...I pulled my hand away and they moved back about 6 inches by themselves!! I then...astonished...immediately grabbed them and moved them again...and they moved again 6 inches across the table!!! I dropped the towel and ran!

There are several other encounters from the people that worked there over the years. I once heard the door open and shut and and nobody was around to do it..near closing time. That happened about a week before the other incident. I have thought I've seen things, thought I've heard things...but never have I seen an object move by itself right in front of me...not once...but twice! I will always surely believe what I saw that day!

I, too, live in the Kempsville Lake area, close to where your friend lived. My daughter wakes up SCREAMING. She often wakes up in the middle of the night, and we can hear her talking to someone, very calmly. My husband has also said he heard a man's voice talk over him while he was reading to her. One night, as I was tucking her into bed, she said, "Good night, mommy," then looked next to me and said, "Good night, Mommy's friend."

Today, my daughter started screaming at the corner, "STOP TALKING TO ME!!!" over and over. She got really upset and covered her ears.

We have owned the home for just over 6 months. We also have the textbook flickering of lights and footsteps right above us when we are all downstairs. Multiple guests have heard them, too.

Laura Wrote:
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> I, too, live in the Kempsville Lake area, close to
> where your friend lived. My daughter wakes up
> SCREAMING. She often wakes up in the middle of the
> night, and we can hear her talking to someone,
> very calmly. My husband has also said he heard a
> man's voice talk over him while he was reading to
> her. One night, as I was tucking her into bed, she
> said, "Good night, mommy," then looked next to me
> and said, "Good night, Mommy's friend."
>
> Today, my daughter started screaming at the
> corner, "STOP TALKING TO ME!!!" over and over. She
> got really upset and covered her ears.
>
> We have owned the home for just over 6 months. We
> also have the textbook flickering of lights and
> footsteps right above us when we are all
> downstairs. Multiple guests have heard them, too.


They make medication that should help you with this.

I know this old but I used to live in fairfax sq near woodson. I probably had the worse experience from the age of 7 to about 14. Whenever I was home alone things would fall off dressers in a forward motion that were in the back. i would also have experiences where i would see shadows around the house and a few times my dad would swear he saw me walk into my room but i would be home 20 minutes later and my dad would get scratches.

No such thing as ghost....those are demons.

Cameron Quick Wrote:
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> I worked at the Season's Restaurant in Fairfax
> City (which is the old Barbour House) and I
> personally experienced what I truly believe was a
> ghost encounter.
>
> It was about 2pm and I was cleaning the table in a
> room called the Library. I was alone in the room.
> I reached across the table to move the salt and
> pepper shakers over so that I could wipe the table
> down...and as I moved them...I pulled my hand away
> and they moved back about 6 inches by themselves!!
> I then...astonished...immediately grabbed them
> and moved them again...and they moved again 6
> inches across the table!!! I dropped the towel
> and ran!
>
> There are several other encounters from the people
> that worked there over the years. I once heard
> the door open and shut and and nobody was around
> to do it..near closing time. That happened about
> a week before the other incident. I have thought
> I've seen things, thought I've heard things...but
> never have I seen an object move by itself right
> in front of me...not once...but twice! I will
> always surely believe what I saw that day!

I found this old article about the place in the Fairfax Times today...


Seasons Reflects its Haunted Past
Michael Birchenall
http://ww2.fairfaxtimes.com/cms/archivestory.php?id=126122

The presence of Seasons Restaurant at the Barbour House on Chain Bridge Road in Fairfax City is magnificent from the street. Lights flood the soft yellow exterior, casting a regal glow to the entrance. Inside it's a step into history in a house that was once a home to injured Union soldiers hiding from the confederate forces.

Oh yes, the place is also haunted with ghosts; good-ghost tales are dinner conversation with the staff. Unfortunately an apparition took over the kitchen the night I visited.

We learned from our first server all about a ghost named William who roams about the upstairs. Then he pointed to the seat that my guest was seated in, and said that was Ms. Barbour's chair in the library. Ms. Barbour has been known to visit downstairs and throw the books off the shelves that she didn't like. (That's calmed down since they took those out and replaced them with books she gave her silent approval to.) Our favorite was the collected work of Gilbert and Sullivan.

On this Thursday evening, it was not easy for the person answering the phone to add a party of two at 7:30 p.m. After some thought and a sigh, we got a reservation. When we arrived we were taken to the library to a table of four in the corner by the bookshelf--Ms. Barbour's table. In the room were a table of seven for a birthday celebration, a party of six and two businessmen. What we didn't notice were the other tables leaving after complaining bitterly about the noise level of the seven. The party of seven even apologized to us about their clamor when they finally left. It was noticeable to us--and a problem for my guest, but halfway through dinner we had been able to tune them out.

My appetizer was a Brazilian shrimp dish--shrimp wrapped in bacon and served in a citrus sauce. It looked pretty, but the taste failed to match the image coming from the plate. The plate itself was cool to the touch and the shrimp were barely heated past warm. The shrimp were tough, as if they had been pre-cooked and warmed again for service.

The calamari was the star of the evening. The promised light breading came just as advertised--light, pleasant and not greasy. The circles of squid are cut open and cooked as a straight piece--stick-like in appearance. Each bite was amazingly tender and the dish came to the table hot and ready to enjoy. It's the best calamari I've had in quite some time.

For dinner I ordered the crab cakes, a test for a Southern-style restaurant with a sister establishment in Williamsburg, Va. The crab cake is listed as lump and back fin crab meat--what I got was minced crabmeat and filler formed into a cake--it reminded me of the texture of a salmon croquette from school days. Most places leave their lump crab meat in tact for the blending with the recipe's ingredients. The plate was cool to the touch and the crab cakes warm. They had a fishy taste and I ate one of three. My guest had the scallops with Gruyere and bacon and the server graciously honored her request to leave out the bacon. This dish arrived hot to the touch as it should--right from the kitchen (following the restaurant maxim: Hot food, Hot plate). But, the cheese so completely covered the scallops that as the temperature cooled, the plate became a blob of cheese with scallops hidden underneath. The scallops had turned to a rubbery texture and had a slightly metallic taste. It is difficult to measure the taste with the large amount of cheese and the fact that they were overcooked beyond being able to eat. My guest ate the vegetables and one-third of the scallops.

The server returned some time later and asked if we were done. With a yes from the two of us, she took away our plates into the kitchen. Many chefs inspect the plates coming back into the kitchen-- demanding to know why food is not eaten. Sometimes when a portion of a good meal is too large for me to finish and taking it home is not convenient, I will make sure the server knows that I am full and that the food left is not a reflection on the kitchen.

For dessert we tried the apple crisp with ice cream-- and it followed the course of the rest of the meal. We ate the ice cream and left the crisp with its stale topping alone. The server did make us a pot of fresh coffee--that was much appreciated.

The dinner with tip was $100 and would have been a disappointment at any price---ghosts or no ghosts. The server mentioned that the dessert menu was being overhauled and would change soon. That was obvious from the difference in pricing from the dinner menu, which had higher prices for two of the same wines offered on both menus. Maybe the kitchen is going through a transition as well. I am not sure, since I went in as a regular dining customer without warning. I'll go back in a few weeks for another look at Seasons. That's fair--and I'll do it on my dime and report on these pages the changes found. Let's hope they can keep the ghosts away from the kitchen.

Seasons Restaurant at the Barbour House

4069 Chain Bridge Road, City of Fairfax
703-383-0949

Parking: Tight and limited in side lots--not an easy turn around.

Credit Cards: All Major

Prices: Expensive: appetizers, $6 to $9 and entrees, $15 to $20 and above

Smoking: The restaurant does offer a smoking section.

Note: The house is haunted

Woodbridge - Old haunted orphan houses
http://www.meetup.com/Northern-Virginia-Spirit-Group/events/6584665/?action=detail&eventId=6584665

Many years ago off of Route 1 in Woodbridge, Virginia were several houses that belonged to old families who would adopt orphans as a way of life. The problem is that big corporal companies came in to build over the houses and so the families were evicted. Years later when the land had begin to flourish again, contractors decided to build over the houses since the plan to construct when they had been torn down had been shunned. When construction began several appearances had been sighted of children running around and giggling in the woods. Machinery started to malfunction and people started to disappear in the woods when bodies of the children had been found in unmarked stone graves around the houses. The area of land is located across from the junkyard that sits across the street from the original orphan house all the way to the forest miles behind and next to Potomac library. The only people who were able to survive in the area and camp there were homeless people. It is said that the orphans take pity on their misfortune and spare them the life they had previously lead. That goes to show even the dead show sympathy.

From there, we can move over to for an appetizer and ambiance of the next presumed haunted establishment. SkiniFatz @ 10712 Richmond Hwy. Lorton, Va. 22079

Skini Fatz Bar/Restaurant - Skini Fatz theme has been changed a lot over the years. They have witnessed lights turning on after they've closed for the night. An older man in what is used as the waitress dressing area. Also there have been reports from various people stating they've seen a young man in the parking lot. This gentleman was hit by a car about 10-15 years ago. Overall the place is eclectic both in looks and in other fashions. It's an overall neat place to go and check out one night. The manager there is a really nice guy. And the best part of all is you can look around pretty much the entire place.

Lazy Susan Dinner Theatre / Skinifatz Nightspot
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Haunted Woodbridge Wrote:
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> Many years ago off of Route 1 in Woodbridge,
> Virginia were several houses that belonged to old
> families who would adopt orphans as a way of life.
> The problem is that big corporal companies came in
> to build over the houses and so the families were
> evicted.

Damn those big corporal companies!

Went to the old 1804? and 1824 Old Gaol. The oldest bldg. was the jail's keeper's house--no spooks there. Now, the 1824 addition, that's another story. We were the only ones in the building. The first room on the right made me nauseas for some reason. Went into the hall...no more nausea. BUT my sis-in-law and I heard a metal bang, fairly light, upstairs where they keep cells. Went upstairs and discovered the small round, metal opening (to pass food, I guess) made the exact same sound! Went back downstairs and did a test by going back in the front room. Got nauseas again, left, felt fine.

Asked the lady who worked there why. She said that was where Civil War soldiers were taken for surgeries! There would be a lot more fear and pain in that room than in the cells. I would imagine.

Makes one wonder.

Has anyone heard of paranormal activity near Random Hills Road? I live in the area and have heard people talk about unusual happenings, but have not experienced anything of the sort myself. In fact, when I was a kid I rode my bike in the area, when it was all woods and fields, and never had anything odd happen. Still, I'd be interested if anyone has had any experiences.

Green Acres Elementary, Fairfax Cit

I was in a house off Roberts Road beyond GMU a few weeks ago. I saw something that looked like a nurse.... Yet she was rag gy looking.


Any hauntings along the older part of rbts rd?
> > murder. Anyone got any sources of info on it?
> ==================================================
> =====
> not much info..but at least something..
>
> http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/artic
> le/2007/04/14/AR2007041401319_3.html

This happened way outside Fairfax County but it actually happened.

When I was in college I went home to visit my folks, and after church (my parents insisted, and it's their house) I was stopped by Father Bill, who wanted a word. I never much cared for Bill, who was a bit of a dick and liked to body build with a few of the young male parishioners. I never found out for sure if he was a closet case buy I always assumed it - his business. Anyway, a year or two earlier we'd had a visit from a priest who'd retired to the area, who was an actual demonologist (another story there) with whom I'd had a rather interesting discussion, and Bill had been there. This guy had moved away and Bill had recently gotten an odd call, which he wanted to talk about.

Apparently a family who'd moved to the area where experiencing a rather frightening and prolonged disturbance in their home. Knocking, strange power surges, and appliances had turned themselves on and off right in front of them. Mom, dad and the two kids took to sleeping in the master bedroom together, and when they woke up one morning to find all the furniture in the living room piled against one wall, they called the local catholic church.

Bill was scared pretty shitless. He'd gone to visit and heard some things, saw a few things move a bit, said a quick prayer and skedaddled. It didn't help. The family begged him to come back but Bill was reluctant to do it, and the diocese thought the whole thing unworthy of investigating. So Bill asked me to have a look.

So we went to visit, nice little house, nice family and obviously scared as shit. They were pretty sure they were being visited by a demon, and had laid in a few crosses and whatnot. We had some tea and I didn't see too much, although a few things fell off the mantlepiece while we were there and a bit of lemon slice I had absolutely would not stay on the table next to me. Several times I put it back on my saucer, minute or two later it was on the ground. Weird.

Bill was fucking useless - these poor folks were desperate for assurances and Bill was reluctant to help them he said because, no shit, they weren't parishioners. They also weren't catholic for that matter but that's still no reason for Bill to be a douche about it. So I told them that, from what I'd read, this seemed more like a poltergeist activity than anything evil, and that this is usually associated with adolescent children. It's not their fault, it's not a spirit invading or anything, and it'd probably run its course in a month or two.

That was it. They seemed relieved and it did tail off about a week later. They called Bill to thank him but declined to join the church.



Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 05/20/2013 01:04AM by abelard.

Here are some interesting threads...

Ghost of Eva
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/969228/1091530.html#msg-1091530

Clifton ES Ghost
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/628261/1061196.html#msg-1061196

Wizards still haunted by the ghost of Abe and Andray
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/40/1060452/1060452.html#msg-1060452

The Ghost of Little Girl "Margaret" seen at Community Pool construction site
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/876023/1043385.html#msg-1043385

abelard Wrote:
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> This happened way outside Fairfax County but it
> actually happened.
>
> When I was in college I went home to visit my
> folks, and after church (my parents insisted, and
> it's their house) I was stopped by Father Bill,
> who wanted a word. I never much cared for Bill,
> who was a bit of a dick and liked to body build
> with a few of the young male parishioners. I
> never found out for sure if he was a closet case
> buy I always assumed it - his business. Anyway, a
> year or two earlier we'd had a visit from a priest
> who'd retired to the area, who was an actual
> demonologist (another story there) with whom I'd
> had a rather interesting discussion, and Bill had
> been there. This guy had moved away and Bill had
> recently gotten an odd call, which he wanted to
> talk about.
>
> Apparently a family who'd moved to the area where
> experiencing a rather frightening and prolonged
> disturbance in their home. Knocking, strange
> power surges, and appliances had turned themselves
> on and off right in front of them. Mom, dad and
> the two kids took to sleeping in the master
> bedroom together, and when they woke up one
> morning to find all the furniture in the living
> room piled against one wall, they called the local
> catholic church.
>
> Bill was scared pretty shitless. He'd gone to
> visit and heard some things, saw a few things move
> a bit, said a quick prayer and skedaddled. It
> didn't help. The family begged him to come back
> but Bill was reluctant to do it, and the diocese
> thought the whole thing unworthy of investigating.
> So Bill asked me to have a look.
>
> So we went to visit, nice little house, nice
> family and obviously scared as shit. They were
> pretty sure they were being visited by a demon,
> and had laid in a few crosses and whatnot. We had
> some tea and I didn't see too much, although a few
> things fell off the mantlepiece while we were
> there and a bit of lemon slice I had absolutely
> would not stay on the table next to me. Several
> times I put it back on my saucer, minute or two
> later it was on the ground. Weird.
>
> Bill was fucking useless - these poor folks were
> desperate for assurances and Bill was reluctant to
> help them he said because, no shit, they weren't
> parishioners. They also weren't catholic for that
> matter but that's still no reason for Bill to be a
> douche about it. So I told them that, from what
> I'd read, this seemed more like a poltergeist
> activity than anything evil, and that this is
> usually associated with adolescent children. It's
> not their fault, it's not a spirit invading or
> anything, and it'd probably run its course in a
> month or two.
>
> That was it. They seemed relieved and it did tail
> off about a week later. They called Bill to thank
> him but declined to join the church.

That's fairly typical of the Catholic church back prior to 2000. Pope John Paul, instituted a training course for all the different faiths in the early 2000's because the church wasn't doing what it was supposed to do, oppose this sort of evil. The course taught them how to do excorcisms, various prayers, etc. This activity you encountered will probably not go away for good, burning sage and praying along the property line, inside the house, etc. will drive off a harmful spirit. If you do some investigation on the house or the family living there you might find a connection there. (persons in the family with some trauma, psychic abilities, etc.) Those attract spirits too.

This might not be your cup of tea, but I put it here anyway...


UFOs in Fairfax
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/474563/1180920.html#msg-1180920

Six mysterious lights in the sky, UFO's or helicopters seen tonight believed to be over 236 near intersection with Guinea Road.
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/1103349/1104636.html#msg-1104636

UFO Chased By Military Jets - Seen By Multiple People In Fairfax County - 2nd Large Sighting
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/584570/1089745.html#msg-1089745

I swear there are spirits in cub run stream area.

demonology Wrote:
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> I swear there are spirits in cub run stream area.

Go on, tell us more!

>This activity you encountered will probably not go away for good, burning sage and
>praying along the property line, inside the house, etc. will drive off a harmful
>spirit.

Far as I know nobody did any of that although who knows - the family was pretty desperate. I'd never heard of smudging a house at that point or I might have suggested it.

It's been a while but I don't remember there being anything personal or malevolent about the whole thing. If anything, the activity was almost playful, albeit alarming. Also kinda unfocused. I'd read Malachi Martin's Hostage to the Devil by that time and I remember looking for any signs of intent or pattern. Nothing. I do know it stopped - they sent me a thank you card months later.

When I went to Gunston Hall (George Mason's house in Lorton) for the Revolutionary War Re-enactment, one of the tour guides mentioned ghosts being seen there from time to time in period clothing. I would love to go explore that place at night.

Ghost Trackers Takes You Into The Dark of Night
This is what I wanted to do last year but didn't make it...

Visit a 200-year-old house in the dark of the night on Saturday, December 29, 2012 as the Park Authority ends the year with things that go bump in the night. This could be creepy fun as you track the ghosts of Walney’s past at Ellanor C. Lawrence Park. Hear chilling local historic and folklore tales from 9 to 10 p.m.

Participants must meet at the Walney Visitor Center. Only those ages 16 and older will be allowed on this spine tingling program. The cost is $15 per person. Register online, but hurry before all the spooky spots are taken. Register at Parktakes Online or call 703-222-4664. For information contact the site at 703-631-0013.

New Park Program Tracks Ghosts of Centreville’s Past
http://fairfaxnews.com/2012/07/new-park-program-tracks-ghosts-of-centrevilles-past/

Incorporated into an old stone wall at Ellanor C. Lawrence Park is a mysterious gravestone with a cryptic inscription which reads, “All ye that are about him, bemoan him; and all ye that know his name, say, How is the strong staff broken, and the beautiful rod!”

Was this ambiguous message, a quote taken from Jeremiah 48 and used in 19th century eulogies, meant as praise or a subtle condemnation? The mason who placed the stone said there was no name on it and that it had probably marked a slave’s grave. No one really knows, but one can speculate….

Find the ghosts

Ghost Trackers, a new program offered by the Fairfax County Park Authority at Ellanor C. Lawrence Park’s Cabells Mill in Chantilly, Va., explores the area’s local history and folklore.

Participants age 16 and older will hear chilling tales as they make a rubbing of the enigmatic gravestone and visit the 200-year-old miller’s house in the dark of night. They may hear the crying ghost or see one of the benevolent presences associated with the site. Or, perhaps they will meet the maintenance poltergeist responsible for the recent loss of air-conditioning.

The program begins at 10 p.m. on Friday, August 3, 2012 , and lasts one hour. The cost is $15 per person. Materials for rubbings will be provided. Registration is available via Parktakes Online.

E.C. Lawrence Park is located at 5040 Walney Road in Chantilly. For more information about this program, call 703-631-0013.
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Go to Trummer's On Main. It's a restaurant in clifton. go to the bar and have a drink. Ask the bartender about the ghosts. Interesting stories and good drinks.

JillHamilton Wrote:
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> Go to Trummer's On Main. It's a restaurant in
> clifton. go to the bar and have a drink. Ask the
> bartender about the ghosts. Interesting stories
> and good drinks.

Here's their website and address...

Trummer's
http://trummersonmain.com/
703.266.1623
7134 Main Street, Clifton, Virginia

History:
Where New York Meets Main Street

George Washington and Lord Fairfax hunted here; the Confederates and the Union met up here throughout the Civil War; the first electricity in Virginia began here; the first New York restaurateurs to bring a restaurant to Clifton opened here in 2009. Located on Main Street in a historic town born out of the Civil War, Trummers on Main, formerly the Hermitage Inn, is a creation of husband and wife restaurateurs Stefan and Victoria Trummer. They have relocated to Victoria’s hometown to “combine small town charm with fabulous food and attentive service generally found in big food cities.”

Located just 25 miles from Washington DC, Clifton is a quaint destination with its working Virginia railway driven directly through the center of it all. Following the Civil War, noted Clifton developer Harrison Otis built a hotel in the heart of this quiet town upon frustration with his vineyard. The hotel is the original building structure of Trummers on Main. As history begins to unfold, the historic building dates back to 1869, when it opened as The Clifton Hotel.

General Robert E. Lee and Presidents Abraham Lincoln and Ulysses S. Grant, who came thru Clifton during wars and administrations, greet you upon stepping inside via their painted portraits. Other visitors included Presidents Rutherford B. Hayes and Teddy Roosevelt, who once hung their hats here at The Clifton Hotel.

A fresh coat of paint on the exterior and shutters, the Trummers have completely rebuilt the interior. The restaurant space boasts three floors enveloped by warm reds and oranges with soft creams. The ‘Winter Garden,’ an addition added during the Hermitage days, is both a dining room and ideal for private events. This glass-enclosed room has a view of the serene flagstone waterfall behind the restaurant and the outdoor seating patio. The main feature in this room is the set of four paintings based on the Trummer’s logo. Commissioned specifically for Trummer’s On Main, artist Buck Nelligan has incorporated the logo into the four seasons of a tree through winter, spring, summer and fall.

The ‘Gallery’ is the third floor dining room featuring local artist paintings available for sale to guests. These will rotate every two months. Also off this space is the elegant bridal suite. The second floor dining room featuring exposed brick and two working fireplaces is aptly named ‘The Loft’ and is located directly off the ‘Winter Garden.’ One fireplace features its historic refurbished mantel centered prominently and the second located near the back in a corner with raised river rock. Plaster painted walls in cream and contemporary styled, vibrant chairs complete the design. Restaurant seating will accommodate 210 guests, complete with textured chairs of red and orange contemporary design and tabletops of a butcher block-blend.

The bar and lounge on the first floor feature dark cherry wood, a honey-colored translucent granite bar top, prominent lighting and textured stones on the bar wall, and columns wrapped in amber ledge stone. A fireplace in the lounge is flanked by painted portraits of cocktails. Here, Master Mixologist Stefan Trummer’s hand-crafted cocktails will be both seasonal and innovative libations.

A wine tasting room is glass enclosed for wine tasting only, complete with a communal tasting table and a view of the wine cellar room located directly next to it. The wine cellar will hold up to 8,000 bottles of wine.

The Trummers come with a collective service, food and beverage background comprised of Citarella Restaurant, Bouley, ‘upstairs’ at Bouley, Masa, Restaurant RM and Compass in New York. Stefan’s mixology lends a large element; a skill honed for years as a consultant for 202 Restaurant and Ultra Club in New York, L2 Lounge in Georgetown, DC, and Hangar 7 in Austria, his native country.

A destination near to Washington DC and the Blue Ridge Mountains, Clifton has been a main thoroughfare for centuries. Today, Trummer’s On Main reignites Main Street with a culinary adventure of historic proportion.

I was born and raised in Fairfax Station VA. Our house was located where bloody battles took place during the Civil War. Many strange sightings and sounds occurred when I was just a young child. Doors opened and closed by themselves.

I could hear someone walking up the stairs in our home. When I would look to see who was there, there was no one. I used to play a ''penny game'' that I made up at age four. I would place a penny under the carpet runner on the stairs leading to the second floor.

The next day I would check go see if my penny was still there. It was along with two more pennies. Have never told anyone about that until now fifty one years later!.

My ex and I used to have an apartment in Vienna on gosnell road right in the heart of tyson's corner. We'd always believed in ghosts or spirits or whatever you wish to call them. Small things would happen a lot like the light from one of our floor lamps would start going dim when I approached it but would return to normal as I moved further away.
I always tried to use logic and debunk whatever I could. However one night when we were laying in bed we both
heard a crash. It sounded like glass breaking. It was loud enough to make both of us sit up immediately.
Neither of us asked if the other heard the noise because the look on our faces was enough proof that we had. The sound was
so loud that I swore someone had just broken in so I told her to stay in the bedroom while I went to check it out.
I checked the entire place. No windows were broken. Our back door (we were on the ground level) was a sliding glass door and it was normal. Locked and intact. I checked the kitchen to see if a glass had fallen.
Nothing there either. I got her up and told her to look around to see if she could find any broken glass anywhere. We searched for about 30 minutes and neither of us found anything. To this day we still have no explanation.

This isn't a sighting I had but my friend did. He was in a car with a few friends and they were driving through a neighborhood when all of a sudden a random little girl started biking in the street. They thought it was a normal girl but as they got closer they noticed she was white and glowing.

When they got even closer they noticed that her arms and legs were broken and her hair was up like if she was laying on the ground. Then she turned and disappeared under a Streetlight. About an hour later when they went home they were talking in the middle of the street when all of a sudden one of them keeled over in pain.

Then when he lifted his shirt up he had gashes all over his back. Now we constantly feel like we're being watched. Freaky stuff. I didn't believe in the supernatural up until now.

I lived in a apartment on the basement floor on Troy Street here in Arlington, VA. I loved the place until really scary things were happening like the doors would open and close by themselves, the drawers would open and the microwave would turn on by itself.

The forest in Bluemont Park where frisbee golf is has had stories of ghosts for 100's of years. Lots of wiccans do spells at an ancient tree in the forest called the dancing tree. I've heard storys of a slave being murdered in those woods in the 1700's.

My friends and I went there one night when nobody was there we hiked uphill to the ghost tree and right in front of us came a really loud scream we were to scared to move so we stood there for a minute there was nobody else there so we ran.

I live over in the townhouse behind the park where Hidden Oaks Nature Center is and at night when my friends and I are hanging out in the park we sometimes see what looks like a cloudy mist moving along the top of the old Manassas Gap railroad bed, not every night just some.

The staff at the nature center don't seem interested in ghosts when I asked one old person there. I think they are worried about reporters showing up maybe.

I was walking one night down rolling road intersection it was around 2:30 pm about 1 year ago... I was mad at my bf n I stopped the car n I started walking not knowing that my bf was mad too n had driven away leaving me there all alone...As I was walking this figure which seemed like a boy but I am not sure cuz I couldn't tell what it was all I know that it was a figure of a human who was on a bike it passed right by me with a speed n as it passed me it slowed down all I felt was a cold chill very icy...
It still gives me goose bumps.... It took me a while to figure out what it was n as it passed me in just a minute it disappeared... I couldn't believe what I had seen... I started asking
for a lift and luckily I got one...

And went home... It was really creepy... Later when I told my friends they all laughed at me but they all went there again I cudn't face it so I didn't go but they did and they saw the same
thing...
They were all creeped out too...

John1 Wrote:
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> I was walking one night down rolling road
> intersection it was around 2:30 pm about 1 year
> ago... I was mad at my bf n I stopped the car n I
> started walking not knowing that my bf was mad too
> n had driven away leaving me there all alone...As
> I was walking this figure which seemed like a boy
> but I am not sure cuz I couldn't tell what it was
> all I know that it was a figure of a human who was
> on a bike it passed right by me with a speed n as
> it passed me it slowed down all I felt was a cold
> chill very icy...
> It still gives me goose bumps.... It took me a
> while to figure out what it was n as it passed me
> in just a minute it disappeared... I couldn't
> believe what I had seen... I started asking
> for a lift and luckily I got one...
>
> And went home... It was really creepy... Later
> when I told my friends they all laughed at me but
> they all went there again I cudn't face it so I
> didn't go but they did and they saw the same
> thing...
> They were all creeped out too...


Were you on Annandale Rd around Roundtree Park? There are stories about that place. I don't know what happened there, all I know is that there are shrieks that come out of that place!.

We lived in a house on Hazel Lane in Mclean. It was a '60s contemporary house. We would hear footsteps coming up the stairs on numerous occasions. Whoever the footsteps belonged to they showed a light around the top of the steps.
The bathroom light in my parents' bathroom would turn on at random times. They had an electrician come out and he found nothing wrong with the electrical system. The recreation room was the creepiest.

You could sit on the couch and feel the chilliest presence. My brother lived on the first floor bedroom and would see shadows Thank goodness we were only living there until we moved back into our permanent home in Mclean.

This didn't happen in Fairfax so apologies there, but when I was in high school I too had an odd 'footstep' encounter. I used to run at night because it was cooler, and I'd stop for a breather at my half-way point along a road. There was nothing particular about this road - it had houses, streetlights, and a nice gentle hill. One night as I sat there I heard what I swore was a footstep on the loose gravel not 100 feet away. Then another, and now I was absolutely sure it was a footstep. I stood up and could see the entire road for a 100 meters in either direction, plenty of streetlights. Nothing. The next one was closer, then again closer still. I stood there flipping between 'this can't be happening' and 'there it is again' until the last step was, I swear, right in front of me. No way it could have been a person and not be visible, but I'd heard enough and shuffled back quickly, listening intently. Nothing. Stayed there a good ten minutes but it was gone.

About a year later I passing this section of road and (not for the first time) thinking about that night. Nothing had happened again before, but this night I heard a crunching again, steady, like a rolling car. I turned around and it was a rolling car - the one I'd just run past was now moving slowly down the slight incline. I'd not touched it but I had the presence of mind to open the driver's door, get in and put on the brakes. There was nobody there and it occurred to me that I'd just as soon not try to explain what I was doing in somebody else's car, so I put on the parking brake and skedaddled.

That was it - no odd re-occurances, no weird history for that section of road, nor mysterious or tragic events or battles nearby that I know of. Just two odd things in the same place.



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John1 Wrote:
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> I was walking one night down rolling road
> intersection it was around 2:30 pm about 1 year
> ago... I was mad at my bf n I stopped the car n I
> started walking not knowing that my bf was mad too
> n had driven away leaving me there all alone...As
> I was walking this figure which seemed like a boy
> but I am not sure cuz I couldn't tell what it was
> all I know that it was a figure of a human who was
> on a bike it passed right by me with a speed n as
> it passed me it slowed down all I felt was a cold
> chill very icy...
> It still gives me goose bumps.... It took me a
> while to figure out what it was n as it passed me
> in just a minute it disappeared... I couldn't
> believe what I had seen... I started asking
> for a lift and luckily I got one...
>
> And went home... It was really creepy... Later
> when I told my friends they all laughed at me but
> they all went there again I cudn't face it so I
> didn't go but they did and they saw the same
> thing...
> They were all creeped out too...

John I smell bullshit. Your boyfriend?

Sorry, this happened in Leesburg not Fairfax, but I wanted to share this story.

This picture was taken 10 / 31/09 at around 10:45 pm in Leesburg, VA. The church I was attempting to capture was the St. James' Episcopal church. I tried twice to get a decent picture of the church, but was unable to get anything that clearly showed the beauty of this church.

Upon uploading the pictures to my computer I noticed that the two photos I managed to take of the church had a ghostly image in the bottom right hand corner of the picture. Bear in mind that I used my cell phone for the pictures I took that night, but these two were the only ones to show this human shaped mist in the picture.

There were no people near me at the time these pictures were taken.
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It was around ten o'clock in the morning I got into the shower. The water was strangely cold. I thought it was just cold because of my brother using all of the hot water but he had had is shower a half an hour before me.

I stood in the shower for three minutes shivering from head to toe. Then I turned my head to look through the clear glass shower stall and saw to my amazement a blurry outline of a small girl with her arms wrapped around my waist as if she were hugging me.

My waist was freezing. After I got out the whole room was filled with steam yet it felt like I was in an icebox. I have seen the little girl once since then and would like to know who she is.


Sometimes I have heard in my house when I am alone my name faintly several times. But lately things have become more and more bizarre. I was talking to my mom about what to pack for a trip and I mentioned a pair of white tie dye shorts.

I then threw a pair of blue shorts and a brown shirt in my suitcase and thought I would pack the shorts later. I went downstairs for something and when I returned I found the shorts in my suitcase.

My mother does not pack my suitcase and I remembered the brown shirt clearly on top of the blue shorts. Then I heard pounding on my door while taking a shower I turned off the water and asked my father if my brother wanted to take a shower and he said that my brother was in the other bathroom.

I feel nerves and tense sometimes in this house and I desperately would like to find out who this girl is.

On another day I was in my brothers room on his laptop making a video. During the video a strange silver orb appeared on screen. I turned of the recording and tried to make another video. I started talking like before then the orb appeared again on screen.

I stopped the video then started a new one. It happened again. A few seconds after I began to speak it appeared. I thought it was the light from my locket reflecting the sun so I moved it but the orb did not follow it's movements.

The only thing that I can think is that it is a ghost. Because after I turned off the camera I began to feel scared and tense. Then a mans laughter came from the hallway outside my brothers rooms door.

I was home alone. No one was in the house but me. It's been sometime since I've felt or heard something. But I still think that there is something here.

Leehigh Drive Fairfax Virginia.. Lived there for 11 years 1981-1992 - lots of activity. Every time I go home to visit I drive by and wish I had the nerve to ask the owners if they have had any encounters... But afraid to ask.

There's no such thing as ghosts.

Rumors floods around the meadows of Chantilly tralier Park that if you go to the old Park at 10 and say this little girl named emily's name 5 times then she'll appear sliding and playing saying come play with me.

She is rumored to have died from a plane crash here in meadows of Chantilly. I have personally seen here but if you don't believe me just come find out for yourself.

Walney Road - Chantilly, Virginia
http://hauntedva.blogspot.com/2010/05/walney-road-chantilly-virginia.html

The state of Virginia has numerous haunted roadways throughout the Commonwealth but none are as interesting as Walney Road in Chantilly, Virginia.

The story began back before this windy road was paved when one night, a passing vehicle ran over a man out for a leisurely night stroll, killing him instantly. Afraid of what might happen, the driver fled the scene and police were never able to determine who the killer was.

Since then, the road has been paved and homes have been built along the stretch of road. However, interesting and rather creepy sightings have been recorded for many years by those who travel this road frequently. Legend has it that if you're driving down this road at night you may see the ghost of this man, frantically seeking out help on the side of the road. If you drive by, you will see the figure twice more and if you don't pull over to help, the man will appear inside your car and force you off the road.

Perhaps this is a true story and it's definitely one worth checking out if you're brave enough to drive down this road during the night. However, to me, it sounds like a rumor that spread rapidly due to the high amount of accidents that occur on this road every year. The road is windy and dimly lit, which can cause cars to loose control if they are traveling at too high of speeds.

But who am I to say. The people who live around this area certainly believe it and I guess its best to say you should stay clear of driving on this road after the sun goes down.

Want to hear more about this story? Check out this book at Amazon.com now.
http://www.amazon.com/Weird-Virginia-Jeff-Bahr/dp/1402739427?ie=UTF8&tag=Hokie-20&link_code=bil&camp=213689&creative=392969

I do believe in ghosts. I do. I do I do believe in ghosts.

No necessarily Fairfax county but what about Chessie? I remember watching ABC news back in the 70's, and they showed a video taken from a helicopter of Chessie swimming. It had to be about 30 feet long and looked like a giant swimming black snake!

Chessi is a legendary sea monster said to live in the midst of the Chesapeake Bay. Over the years there have been many alleged sightings of a serpent-like creature with flippers as part of its body. Most sighting reports describe it as a long, snake-like creature, from 25 feet (7.6 m) to 40 feet (12 m) long. It is said to swim using its body as a sine curve moving through the water. There were a rash of sightings in 1977 and more in the mid-1980s.

Although there are alleged photographs of Chessie, there is no genuine evidence of its existence. Speculation to explain sightings has included a "mutant eel" theory, large river otters, prehistoric zeuglodons, and South American anacondas escaping from 18th and 19th century sailing ships.

Sightings

According to Matt Lake in Weird Maryland, two perch fishermen, Francis Klarrman and Edward J. Ward, in 1943 spotted something in the water near Baltimore.

This thing was about 75 yards away, at right angles from our boat. At first it looked like something floating on the water. It was black and the part of it that was out of the water seemed about 12 feet long. It has a head about as big as a football and shaped somewhat like a horse’s head. It turned its head around several times—almost all the way around.”[1]

A photograph of an unknown sea creature taken by Trudy Guthrie in 1980 was later identified as a manatee from Florida. Manatees are unusual this far from Florida. A manatee nicknamed “Chessie” was rescued from the Chesapeake's chilly water in October 1994 and returned to Florida, but has revisited the Chesapeake several times since then. It was photographed in the Patapsco River in 2010 (unconfirmed) and near the shore of Calvert County on July 12, 2011. The more recent photograph was confirmed by U.S. Geological Survey biologists. Unlike the reports of a serpentine creature, manatees do not swim undulating from side to side.[2][3][4]

In 1982 Robert and Karen Frew supposedly videotaped Chessie near Kent Island. Their video shows a brownish object moving side to side like an aquatic snake.[1]

The last notable sighting of the beast was in 1997, off the shore of Fort Smallwood State Park, very close to shore. The legend of "Chessie" is very similar to, and was likely inspired by, that of "Nessie", the Loch Ness Monster.

Watch video here:
Doctor Greg : Episode 1 ( Chessie the Sea Monster)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-gi0NoZKsso

Sea Monster?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=4cNLRHdNZ28

Chessie, The Chesapeake Bay Monster
http://livingdinos.com/2011/07/chessie-the-chesapeake-bay-monster/

Ever since this country was young, a strange creature has been sighted in the Chesapeake Bay. This creature, unofficially known as Chessie, is said to be a dark tubular or snake-like animal averaging 20- 30 feet long and capable of swimming up to 10 MPH. Chessie is known to be sometimes curious of nearby humans and is not afraid by those who work and live on the Bay, and who might therefore chance upon it. The creature is still seen intermittently. concentrations of sightings occur in May through September most likely because that is when the Bay is most populated with boaters and swimmers. Chessie has been sighted most often are Love Point at Kent Island, the mouth of the Potomac, and the Eastern Bay.

Chessie was by all accounts not your typical Longnecked, Humpbacked, Plesiosaur-shaped sea monsters. Instead, Chessie seemed to be truly serpentine and traveled along in a serpentine motion, in broad horizontal sine-curves or closer-knit sets of squiggles.

In May of 1982, the first hard evidence of Chessie’s existence arrived. While at their Kent Island home, the Frew family, along with friends, believed they spotted Chessie and they made a videotape. Mr. Frew and his wife were looking out at the bay when they noticed a large snake-like creature. Frew and his wife spotted the creature in shallow, clear water about 200 yards from the house. The Frews grabbed their camera and started recording. That video tape was later analyzed by people at the Smithsonian. It was determined that the creature taped was a living animal. Frew video taped the creature as it swam toward a group of swimmers. It dove beneath the swimmers and reappeared on the other side of them. The creature they saw was about 25-30 feet long, 1-2 feet in diameter, dark brown with aa undulating back. In 1978, a retired CIA employee, Donald Kyker, also reported seeing Chessie and 3 others about 75 yards off shore. His neighbors, the Smoots’, also witness the creatures. They gave descriptions of a 30 ft, sleek, dark gray creature swimming about 7-8 miles per hour.


In the summer of 1982, the Smithsonian had a mini-symposium to determine if the videotape was indeed evidence of Chessie’s existence. Along with the video, there was a photograph taken by a woman who was previously afraid to bring it to public attention. The officials concluded that the object was definitely alive, but they did not conclude what it was. The creature in the Bay was left Unidentified.

Although a manatee was discovered to frequent Chesapeake bay and frequently migrated to and from it, the descriptions of the manatee do not match the creature and there is virtually no chance that the manatee is responsible for any of the sightings, still photos or video footage.

[On the other hand, every now and then a sighting in the more typical Plesiosaur mode also pops up. At the beginning of the Wikipedia's entry on Chessie, it states:
"Chessie is a legendary sea monster said to live in the midst of the Chesapeake Bay. Over the years there have been many alleged sightings of a serpent-like creature with flippers as part of its body. According to Matt Lake in Weird Maryland, two perch fishermen, Francis Klarrman and Edward J. Ward, in 1943 spotted something in the water near Baltimore.
“This thing was about 75 yards (69 m) away, at right angles from our boat. At first it looked like something floating on the water. It was black and the part of it that was out of the water seemed about 12 feet (3.7 m) long. It has a head about as big as a football and shaped somewhat like a horse’s head. It turned its head around several times—almost all the way around.”1
(-After which the Wikipedia emphasizes a snakelike creature swimming by horizontal undulations-DD )
1.^ a b Lake, Matt: Weird Maryland, page 68. Sterling Publishing, 2006. ISBN 1402739060.
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(I don't really believe in ghosts)

Back when I was a young, broke college student, a friend and I thought we had stumbled upon the deal of a lifetime: A huge 5 bedroom house with 2 bathrooms for dirt cheap rent. The house was in a kind of out of the way place in Virginia, but it suited our needs and the rent was unbelievably cheap. Let me preface this by saying that in the Commonwealth of Virginia, there are no disclosure laws in real estate, meaning that the buyer/renter is not entitled to know the history of the house before signing on the dotted line.

Within a month of moving into this house, odd things began happening. The electricity didn't work very well. At first we attributed this to the fact that the house was very old, built in the early 1900's and the most recent re-wiring of the house had been done in the 50's. Also, the main breaker for the house was located outside in a barn that stood about 20 yards from the house itself and was connected by several crude-looking overhead wires. Whenever the breakers tripped (which was at least 4 times a week) we'd have to get the flashlight and go to the barn to flip them back on. The electricity wasn't the only problem. We had an answering machine that never recorded any messages. Sometimes the light would be blinking and when we'd push play, it was nothing but static. This was before DVR and we worked a lot of nights, so we would try to record our shows, but it never worked. Just static and white noise. We also found it odd that pictures never turned out in or around the house. We went though 13 rolls of film before finally giving up.

The first time we realized that we were dealing with more than just bad wiring was approximately 4 weeks after we moved in. As we were heading to the garage (which was only accessible through the door in the kitchen or the heavy old automatic door outside) we came to a dead stop. There was a man standing in our garage! He just stood there and was completely oblivious when we screamed. My friend slammed the door and locked it and called out to the man that we had a gun and were calling the cops. She retrieved the said gun and we opened the door again. The man was gone. Just poof, vanished. As previously stated, there were only 2 ways in - door through kitchen or automatic door outside. The automatic door was very noisy, so we would have heard it open and we had been in the kitchen all morning so there was no way he got in that way. We were baffled, but went about life like normal. That incident seemed to open the floodgates, because after that it really became obvious we were dealing with something not of this world.

We used to hear the sound of a baby crying, followed by the sound of a rocking chair up in the attic. We investigated and found nothing. Certain spots would always remain cold. Cold is not something you come across in Virginia in the summer. Numerous times we woke up to find all the contents of the pantry on the floor. There were dozens of other odd things that happened, but I'm just highlighting some of the more bizarre occurrences.

As things began to escalate, we got more and more nervous. The pinnacle was when we were sitting in the kitchen one evening, playing cards and waiting for some guests to arrive. Naturally, the lights went out, so we went out to trip the breaker. When we came out of the barn, we saw our friend running up the steps of the porch with a baseball bat. When we asked what he was doing, he told us that he saw a man standing in our living room then walk up the stairs! Scared, we crowded behind him and searched the house with the bat and a gun. Nothing!

About 2 weeks after that, my roommates boss asked her why she never returned his call about switching a shift. She said that she hadn't gotten any messages and he proceeded to tell her about the man that answered the phone and told her we were out! Upon further investigation, we discovered that several other people had the same experience when they called! We were thoroughly freaked out by this time, so we decided to ask some of the town's resident's about the house.

We found out that the house was always vacant within 6 months of it being rented out. Although we were scared, we still stayed because of how cheap it was.

One evening, we were in the living room watching TV. When we heard a huge thud against the basement door. When I say thud, I mean the whole wall shook and the door frame came loose. The door was locked, but we were scared and put a chair against it. We could hear growling on the other side and claws on the door, so we again got the gun. We figured at first that a wild animal must have gotten in there, so we went outside to check the entrance. It was bolted shut. We even checked the tiny windows, nothing broken.

We finally went back into the house and opened the basement door. Nothing there! I've never seen claw marks like that before or since. It was as if whatever had done it only had 3 toes! Besides, nothing that was indigenous to the area was 3 toed or could have gotten in there without opening the door or breaking the window! Not to mention, none of the local animals, say a bear, could have exerted that much force to warp a door frame! We moved a week later.

We could never really come up with any idea of what happened in that house or why. To this day, it remains a mystery. And to this day, nobody lives there for more than 6 months before leaving.

This is something that happened 8 years ago. I haven't thought much about it, until recently that I read someone posting a question regarding a knocking ghost on answer.yahoo.com.

Anyway, I was living alone in a small studio in Falls Church, Virginia. I may have been living there for some months (probably weeks), when I started to notice some sort of noises coming from the ceiling in the middle of the night. That may not have been a problem, except that I was living on the 3rd floor, and above me was the roof. As for the noise, it was like some scratching, and even a knocking sound. I am not very good at locating sound, but I was pretty sure that it came from the studio corner, up in the wall toward the ceiling, just above my bed (and my head). It would just wake me up. I would turn up the lights to see where the sound was coming from, and it would temporarily stop. After I'd turn the lights off, it would resume after a while.

I tried to convince myself that it was some chipmunks, or other kind of animals making that noise... Although, what animal would be up in the middle of the night making that?

Other than that, I have never felt any kind of weird thing going on in that studio. However, I had never been very comfortable living there either. Probably I was also lonely and homesick (I was a foreign student working on a Master degree). I remember going to the bathroom at night, and walking directly to the toilet trying not to look at anything else (like the closet, the bathtub, and especially not to look at the bathroom mirror).

I remember the noise would come and go. One day I got pretty uncomfortable, and decided to get a pet for companion. I got a ferret from a pet store. A week later, some neighbour kids found some stray kittens, and I took a black one with me. I think since then, I stopped hearing the noises. I also felt more comfortable with the cat around me.

Everyone in northern Virginia has heard the legend of the Bunny Man Bridge and me being a teenager decided to go with some friends at night. It was about 11 pm when we got there, it was very creepy and spooky.

Driving up the bridge I put the high beams up so I could see everything. Me and my friends got out of the car and went on the bridge which has a railroad on it. We were there looking at our surroundings which were illuminated by the full moon. Out of now where we heard screaming, not yelling but screaming.
It was so scary we though someone was pulling a prank on us but we were the only ones there. Me and my other friend ran off the bridge while our third friend stayed on.

She soon came after us saying she saw something across from her. We got in the car and it wouldn't start. It was like straight out of a horror movie. We finally get it to start and drive away looking out onto the bridge searching for anyone or anything and saw nothing.

After 5 minutes we came back to the bridge and saw a train go by where we were standing. At first we thought it was a railroad warning sign going off but then realized why would there be one if there was no intersection on the railroad because the car road was below the bridge while the railroad was on the bridge.

Are you serious? C'mon. Get real.

Who Ya Gonna Call?

Puzzling paranormal activity is heating up down in Occoquan, a town that's getting quite the reputation as a ghost capital of sorts. First there was the Rockledge Mansion and now they even have ghost tours. Spooky! Turns out the town even has its own "ghost buster," Kay Pietrewicz.

Apparently Pietrewicz, whose official title is paranormal investigator, keeps pretty busy. She recently investigated incidents at Puzzle Palooza, where Donna Carleton reported a possible ghostly presence. Turns out a ghostly child, a boy named Tad, may be haunting the shop, Pietrewicz surmised.

Puzzle Palooza opened earlier this year and sells puzzles of all kinds. Since opening the shop in February, Carleton and her business partner Holly VandenHeuvel said they observed many incidents that they chalk up to paranormal activity. We also hear Tad is pretty good at puzzles.

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Puzzle Palooza Owner Reports Possible Ghostly Presence in Occoquan
She brought in local paranormal investigator Kathleen "Kay" Pietrewicz to determine the nature of the possible haunting.

http://lakeridge.patch.com/articles/puzzle-palooza-owner-reports-possible-ghostly-presence-in-occoquan

A ghostly child may be haunting Puzzle Palooza in Occoquan, according to owner Donna Carleton and local paranormal investigator Kay Pietrewicz.

Puzzle Palooza opened earlier this year and sells puzzles of all kinds. Since opening the shop in February, Carleton and her business partner Holly VandenHeuvel have observed many incidents that they chalk up to paranormal activity.

Carleton met with Pietrewicz to ask her to communicate with this possible ghost.

A couple weeks after they opened, Carleton called VandenHeuvel's son and suggested that he close up shop early that day, since it was a rainy day.

"The first words out of his mouth were, 'We have a ghost!'" Pietrewicz said. "He went on to say that the lights kept flickering on and off. She dismissed this as just the effects of the stormy weather. Then he told her the internet kept going in and out. He then told her about the door coming open several times."

Pietrewicz asked if they had a back door, to determine whether one door could have opened from the draft from another door. However, the son insisted he had closed the door properly, and that it kept opening anyway.

"While she was on the phone with him she heard a bang in the background," Pietrewicz said. "She said, 'What was that?' He said a puzzle had just fallen of the shelf. Once again, there could be a logical explanation, but it made her question whether there might, in fact, be something paranormal happening."

VandenHeuvel also reported a strange encounter. After coming in to work one day, she put her lunch in the refrigerator in the back room. At noon, she came back to get her lunch, and noticed that there were four puzzle boxes set end to end just in front of the refrigerator door, so close that she would have disturbed the boxes had they been there when she had put her lunch into the refrigerator that morning, Pietrewicz said.

"Donna was very much intrigued by the events, so one day she left a floor puzzle out with a couple of pieces left to the side. When she came in the next day, she noticed a piece of the puzzle had been completed and that some towels she had put in the back had been left on top of the pile," Pietrewicz said. "Donna decided to try leaving another puzzle out on the bench. When she came in again, not only was the puzzle completed, but it was moved to another part of the bench."

After pulling out her TASCOM DR-05 recorder and dowsing rods, Pietrewicz set out to try to communicate with this reported ghost. From the recording and activity, Pietrewicz said that the building is haunted by a 7-year-old boy named Tad who was an only child. His father worked in Occoquan, and he did not have the use of his left arm.

Have you experienced any activity that you believe to be paranormal? Find out more about Haunted Occoquan at haunted-occoquan.com.
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I was lying in bed, waiting to fall asleep. The blinds were open, so I looked outside, towards the north and east. Through the branches of a tree in my front yard, I saw three lights in a triangle formation, bouncing/jumping around in place. Honestly, it looked like something off TV, so I immediatly thought "aliens." I froze at first, then freaked out, panicked, and kind of lost it. I couldn't just close the blinds because if it was extraterrestrial it was too late to "hide." So I jumped out of bed, took my phone, started to leave my room, but went back to the window to check. It was still there. So I ran to my parents' room, where I eventually slept, after becoming extemely paranoid and almost hysterical. I shivered, hiding under the covers for almost another hour. I live right near I66, so every time a car went down the highway it sounded like a space craft to me. Before I made my dad close the blinds in their room, I saw a light in the wooded area behind my house, which could have just been from the street behind those woods, but I don't really know. The trees were still pretty dense as it wasn't quite winter yet.The experience was so strong that I'll NEVER forget the date or time or how paranoid I felt. Since then I sometimes get panic attacks when I'm the last one up, and trying to fall asleep. Every little noise makes me jump. The last big panic attack was Christmas Eve. I sleep with my cell phone and a stuffed animal and even a nightlight. I'm not prone to believe wild stories, or ghosts or aliens, but this experience has had a big impact on me. Even though I only saw the thing for a few seconds, it was how I felt that will really stick with me.

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A Haunting Revisited
Self-proclaimed ghost hunter recalls her childhood living in Aspen Grove
http://fairfaxcity.patch.com/articles/a-haunting-revisited#photo-6827181

The ghost legend of Aspen Grove has been covered by the Washington Post, NBC, and a 2007 episode of HGTV’s “If These Walls Could Talk,” but never quite like it has been recently by author, medical transcriptionist, and ghost hunter Sharon Day.

In a three-part series on her blog GHOST THEOR1E5, Day relives her childhood in Aspen Grove, including details of relic discoveries, commentary on memorable events, as well as the effect the spirits may have had in the death of her family members after they moved away.

“I ask a lot questions of the field of the paranormal,” she said. “I talk about my experiences and invite the readers in for discussions that go back and forth and inspire new lines of thought.”

She got the idea for the blog in 2008 from her son, Alex, while bedridden from an Achilles tendon surgery. It's a “forum for the odd folk, paranormal theories, horror, humor; a real mind carnival," she said.

For Day, 48, that carnival began when she was 2 years old. She was the youngest of five children to move onto the estate. Her father worked for the postal office in Washington D.C. and her mother was an artist and historian who deeply loved the house for its illustrious past. As a child, Day roamed the property with a metal detector, finding old relics including bullets, cannonball fragments and, her favorite, a buried row of small tin soldiers.

Built in 1750, the Aspen Grove Estate was used by the Sagar family as a station in the Underground Railroad, before being fought over as a hospital by both sides during the Civil War.

The ghost might have been one of the many soldiers that died on the front lawn. Legend has it a barefoot Union soldier was killed on the lawn in the middle of the night. He's been looking for his boots ever since.

In her blog, Day recounts the first time she saw the chandelier begin to shake, causing the Waterford Crystal to jingle. She couldn't explain it away in a home with no heat or central air. Day said this incident was what made her want to gather equipment and ghost hunt as an adult, something now she does every month.

Day goes on to recount hearing sounds similar to people pulling out chairs, slamming fists on the table, running up and down the stairs, and even arguing.

“I grew up thinking the things you heard or caught glimpses of were normal,” she explained. “When you're a baby growing up with phenomena, it's a part of 'normal' physics, like when a kid throws a ball in the air and it comes back down. They don't ask why. Well, a couple times I saw things move on their own and it seemed normal. I didn't question it. I was older when I realized it was unusual.”

The strange incidents didn't stop, even after the family moved out of the estate. Her father, brother and sister died in a span of 11 years, all under bizarre circumstances. Oddly enough, the new tenants insisted that they saw her father at an outdoor dinner party while he was physically lying on his deathbed in an Arizona hospital.

Day isn't the only one with stories to tell.

Former owner Joanne McGregor told the Burke connection: “He’s a good ghost, just a little clumsy."

Bob Garfield published an article in an 1996 edition of the Washington Post about his time on the estate, claiming the ghost stories were the creaks and groans of an old house. But he couldn’t offer a very plausible explanation as to how a set of cabinets were ripped out of the wall with only his young daughter as a witness.

Today, the house is inhabited by realtor Betsy Rutkowski, who in 10 years has only heard the occasional footstep on the stairs. Twice the overhead light in the master bedroom turned on in the middle of the night, she said. Oddly enough, both Rutkowski’s stepdaughters and Sharon Day felt the same sensation of a “ghost” touching them on the feet in their sleep.

“We found out about the ‘ghosts’ after we made the offer,” she said. “I loved the house so much, I told myself we would live amongst ‘them’ and would not bother ‘them’ if they did not bother us.”

Although Rutkowski has yet to read the blog, she occasionally exchanges emails with Day, who likes to check in on the ghosts of her past. She believes her deceased family is now there in spirit.

“My ultimate dream,” Day wrote. “Is to go there (Aspen Grove) for a hunt with my team, the right equipment and a film crew to document a hunt like no other; a predetermined hunt with spirits waiting and willing to make contact.”

It seems Day will have to wait to fulfill this desire, as Rutkowski wants no part in the exploration.

“I am open to folks visiting the house for history’s sake and appreciation,” she said. “But I would absolutely not like the idea of conjuring up spirits, ghosts… I would not want to disturb any peaceful souls.”
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In a house in Centreville (my house) there are at least 10 to 15 ghosts and spirits. The house looks normal inside and outside but if you are a medium or physic like me... You are in for a suprize. This home is filled with spirits you hear noises day and nite! If you knock twice...They knock twice back! I even have a recording of their voices! My friends are afraid of my house! :o I have many experiences with these ''dead friends'' of mine :) ! Have you?.

While flying towards the Dulles airfield from the west there appeared an air force jet at a nearby distance close to the right wing of the commercial airliner and disappeared within sight. This happened over a mountainous area as the airliner was approaching its landing destination.

Back in the early 90s when the Manasses Mall had the movie theater my girlfriend whom I married went there to see Spawn. While sitting in the theater and we were the only two there my girlfriend looked over to her right and saw a black shadow walking up the isle. I was sitting on the right side of her and you may think I am going to say she was imagining things. However how could she imagine that a black shadow was walking up the Isle and I saw it too?

The scary part was that I was closest to it.

I've lived in my parents house in Manassas VA for 25 years. They still live there. I finally moved out and down the road a mile. Anyways my parents are the original owners of the house. It is off parkstreet .

I remember the neighborhood where Confederate trail is was a big field. Now it's all houses. I was a little kid and thought my mom came home but it was not her. Well my wife was showing a friend of ours her house and they went downstairs into basement and turned the corner and a woman with long dress hair up . She said she felt like she walked in on her by accident. She freaked out and rran.

One night me and my friend decided to sneak out and run away from stuff. We decided to go and walk the railroad tracks in older town to my house. As we got further into the tracks it would get darker. To the point were no human nor lights were to be seen for a while. Out of the blue we here a woman scream the scream was so close we started running and we heard the scream one last time then a gunshot. There were no news stories of a woman being shot the next day. Could there be the spirit of young woman still lurking the tracks?

Beware the Bunnyman!
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I am posting this for the janitor in my building. He claims that there is a ghost that talks to him and bangs on stuff in one of the empty offices. The ghost also turns lights on and he also can feel a presence when he enters the office.
I went with him the other day and I too felt it and also got major goose bumps. He just wants to know what the ghost wants so he can help him. This is in the Fairbrook Drive building in Herndon.

I lived in franklin farms. During my 2 years there our home had many occurrences. The bathroom light fixture flew off the wall. Not straight down but flew to the other side of the wall during a family birthday party.

I came home one night and heard a growl in my ear. No one else was home. My daughter came flying down the stairs in a panic one night. Our TV in the bedroom kept going on and off. But what really got her was when my wedding picture flew off the side bedstand!

My neighbor across the street was woken by a Civil War solder standing at the foot of her bed. Her daughter in law also saw this on a seperat occation. From reserching the area framklin farms was the scene of a Civil War battlefield.

Franklin Farm Ghosts Wrote:
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> I lived in franklin farms. During my 2 years there
> our home had many occurrences. The bathroom light
> fixture flew off the wall. Not straight down but
> flew to the other side of the wall during a family
> birthday party.
>
> I came home one night and heard a growl in my ear.
> No one else was home. My daughter came flying down
> the stairs in a panic one night. Our TV in the
> bedroom kept going on and off. But what really got
> her was when my wedding picture flew off the side
> bedstand!
>
> My neighbor across the street was woken by a Civil
> War solder standing at the foot of her bed. Her
> daughter in law also saw this on a seperat
> occation. From reserching the area framklin farms
> was the scene of a Civil War battlefield.


I have a close relative that lives in Herndon VA Franklin farm development on thorngate Dr. For years I've know the house haunted. My many visits to to house and I have also resided there for the last few years.

My experience has been shared with other family member. First case once I was in the house alone about 19 years ago as I sat in the family room I hard loud and clear someone heavy footsteps come up out of the basement into the foyer and open the front door. I yelled out expecting a reply and no one did. I got up and search front door was locked. I was so scared I wanted to leave then and there. Second occurrence was I conversing with two relatives in the kicten and one the owner of the house and suddlenly a huge 30lb picture slammed from the dining room wall now the picture hung over a a credenza which had a lot of glassware, and wine decantors the huge picture was found by myself lying on the dining room floor flat on it's face between the dining table and the credenza not a single glass item broken. It was though something had slammed it down. I also witnessed a wedding picture hurl from a bookshelf mid air to the floor third event my child and her cousin witness a tall dark shadow floating from the upstairs to the living during a thanksgiving dinner prayer. At night I hear and see the hall light go out and also footsteps

This happened to me about a month or so ago, and I have posted it in a couple of places; one place for entertainment of others, and one place to try to find some answers to this encounter.

I have been having ghost experiences since I was very young; I am now 39 and quite seasoned at ghostly contact. I have seen and heard them, and also felt them touch me. I have had one encounter with an animal ghost, and a couple of encounters with shadow ghosts. This last experience, though, seems to have combined the two, and has left me a bit frightened.

I had JUST laid down in bed, and was facing my bedroom windows; lying on my right side. I am in the third town home from the corner; there is a streetlight on the corner, which affords a bit of light into the bedroom. I also have a 2-ft black light in the bedroom, which burns constantly. I was lying there, and noticed what I thought was my Papillon, with this forepaws up on the mattress, appearing to look at me intently. I stared at "him" for awhile, and I noticed that his figure wasn't moving... This is uncharacteristic of a 2-year old Pap, so I began examining the shadow a bit more in depth. I noted that the shadow was really, really dark... Darker than a normal shadow of an animal should have been. The "thing" also did not have my boy's butterfly ears; it appeared to be more the size and shape of a large house cat. I wanted to reach out to touch it, to see if it was real, but something told me I dare not do that.

I suddenly became very afraid (this thing was about 6 inches from my face, since I tend to sleep toward the very edge of the mattress) I squeezed my eyes shut for about a minute, and then reopened them to see the thing still there. I kept staring at it, angry and scared, and it began doing this weird motion with its head. Picture a cat moving its head in an "infinity" symbol shape; like a sideways '8'. I became VERY scared at this point, it was almost as if it wanted to hypnotize me. I closed my eyes again for a minute, and when I looked again the thing was gone.

Whatever this was, I feel it was very ancient, but lower-level, spiritually. As strange as this is going to sound, I feel that it was trying to get me out of my physical body to go on a journey that I did NOT want to take. I don't know if this was a shadow ghost (I usually see them as very dark, fast-moving shadows on the floor around my feet) or if this was some kind of psychic attack. I do know that this thing felt very malevolent and sinister... I did not like the way its essence or energy felt to me.

This has disturbed me since it happened. I was only able to bring myself to write about it a few nights ago! I came here searching for answers, perhaps someone knows what this could have been?

This has bothered me more than any old human spirit ever could... This thing was NOT HUMAN, and never was.

Ideas, comments, suggestions? Thanks in advance for reading this!

Helllllll yes I believe in ghosts. And by the way, just to point it out, don't they sometimes call the Holy Spirit the Holy Ghost? Anyway. I have lived in numerous haunted places where creepy things have happened and my mother and sister have seen ghosts. I actually saw a ghosts years ago, no lie, running around my friend's yard. We were all playin outside and we saw this guy running like dressed in prison garb, it was like a gray suit i think, and we start chasing this guy because ya know we were little and dumb and we're like why's this guy running around our yard? AND THEN HE DISAPPEARS. AND THEN HE REAPPEARED. It was freaky man, he just kept disappearing, and reappearing.

Ok, maybe we were all hallucinating. I doubt it, but possibly. But Now I actually have a picture of a ghost. We took two pictures, or my sister did, of me sitting on my ex's lap and we were facing eachother, making funny faces, it was a mad funny picture. My cat was sitting between us. First picture, there's a couple red blurs, a small one to the right of us, a huge one to the left, and if you look at the one on the left, you can totally see it's the shape of a man wearing like 1800 clothes with long hair and his fists clenched just staring down at us, and my cat is totally freaking out in this pic. Then, in the next pic, absolutely nothing, and my cat's like asleep. You'd have to see it to believe it, it's so detailed, it's creepy.

Also, if you look up Norwich Hospital, in Norwich, Ct, there's some crazy ghost stories about that place too. So I went there and crawled through a window once, in the day because i'm a wuss, and it was just creepy. I didn't see a ghost, but I had this all around creepy bad feeling. Not even a scared feeling, just bad, like something bad had happened there or was going to. i had to get out, it was so freakin scary. But I totally believe in ghosts, all the way, I know they exist. I also used to hear them running around in my attic....and no it wasn't a racoon or something, way too big to be that....I KNOW they exist.

neighbor Wrote:
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> Franklin Farm Ghosts Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I lived in franklin farms. During my 2 years
> there
> > our home had many occurrences. The bathroom
> light
> > fixture flew off the wall. Not straight down
> but
> > flew to the other side of the wall during a
> family
> > birthday party.
> >
> > I came home one night and heard a growl in my
> ear.
> > No one else was home. My daughter came flying
> down
> > the stairs in a panic one night. Our TV in the
> > bedroom kept going on and off. But what really
> got
> > her was when my wedding picture flew off the
> side
> > bedstand!
> >
> > My neighbor across the street was woken by a
> Civil
> > War solder standing at the foot of her bed. Her
> > daughter in law also saw this on a seperat
> > occation. From reserching the area framklin
> farms
> > was the scene of a Civil War battlefield.
>
>
> I have a close relative that lives in Herndon VA
> Franklin farm development on thorngate Dr. For
> years I've know the house haunted. My many visits
> to to house and I have also resided there for the
> last few years.
>
> My experience has been shared with other family
> member. First case once I was in the house alone
> about 19 years ago as I sat in the family room I
> hard loud and clear someone heavy footsteps come
> up out of the basement into the foyer and open the
> front door. I yelled out expecting a reply and no
> one did. I got up and search front door was
> locked. I was so scared I wanted to leave then and
> there. Second occurrence was I conversing with two
> relatives in the kicten and one the owner of the
> house and suddlenly a huge 30lb picture slammed
> from the dining room wall now the picture hung
> over a a credenza which had a lot of glassware,
> and wine decantors the huge picture was found by
> myself lying on the dining room floor flat on it's
> face between the dining table and the credenza not
> a single glass item broken. It was though
> something had slammed it down. I also witnessed a
> wedding picture hurl from a bookshelf mid air to
> the floor third event my child and her cousin
> witness a tall dark shadow floating from the
> upstairs to the living during a thanksgiving
> dinner prayer. At night I hear and see the hall
> light go out and also footsteps


I lived in Franklin Farm with my parents for about 10 years, right off Franklin Farm Road itself. My house was haunted per se, but we did have some unusual things that happened in our house, in our guest bed room. One time we heard strange sounds coming from that room, that would disappear into a small closet in there. Never found out what it was, but it was gone shortly after it started. It felt like there was always someone in the room, there was that warmth of presence in there always. (A nice family warmth). We filled that room with a lot of my grandparent’s furniture, so maybe it attracted them to that room in the house, I don’t know. We never really saw anything.

As for Franklin Farm itself, I used hear a lot of ghost stories around there, with people seeing strange things on the path. I myself saw a gigantic snake on the path there near the community center/pool near the front entrance of Franklin Farm off of West Ox Road. I was about 15 years old at the time and this snake had to have been about 40 plus feet long, and probably something like an anaconda or python because its head was about 2-3 times the size of my hand. A friend and I ran into this thing when we were moving a TV from my house to his on the paths, he lived over on Dower house road and I lived down at the last house on the side of Franklin Farm road just before the group of ponds. We ran into the snake when it was almost dark and I mistook it for some kind of strange log or tree limb that was on the path. I went to move it out of the way, and I nearly touched the snake’s head thinking it was the end of a branch or something. When it moved (head and then body) we then realized it was a freaking huge snake. We were so scared that when we ran, we knocked over the TV and the rolling stand it was on, and destroyed it (pieces all over the path). Later on we heard about the snake being seen around the pond, and one night I ran over it when it was crossing the road near the community center/pool. I think I killed it with my Ford Escort.

In about 1970 my cousin and I were driving to the town lake from Springfield where we lived. At that time the area around the lake was all that had any kind of houses that were close together. On the way we saw a mist that was approximately four feet high and three wide floating from out of the woods on one side of the road and it proceeded across the road to the woods on the other side of the road.

Neither one of us mentioned the episode until we were about five miles further down the road and then it was just to acknowledge that we each saw the same thing. We didn't speak of it again for years.

Jessyness646 Wrote:
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> Helllllll yes I believe in ghosts. And by the way,
> just to point it out, don't they sometimes call
> the Holy Spirit the Holy Ghost? Anyway. I have
> lived in numerous haunted places where creepy
> things have happened and my mother and sister have
> seen ghosts. I actually saw a ghosts years ago, no
> lie, running around my friend's yard. We were all
> playin outside and we saw this guy running like
> dressed in prison garb, it was like a gray suit i
> think, and we start chasing this guy because ya
> know we were little and dumb and we're like why's
> this guy running around our yard? AND THEN HE
> DISAPPEARS. AND THEN HE REAPPEARED. It was freaky
> man, he just kept disappearing, and reappearing.
>
> Ok, maybe we were all hallucinating. I doubt it,
> but possibly. But Now I actually have a picture of
> a ghost. We took two pictures, or my sister did,
> of me sitting on my ex's lap and we were facing
> eachother, making funny faces, it was a mad funny
> picture. My cat was sitting between us. First
> picture, there's a couple red blurs, a small one
> to the right of us, a huge one to the left, and if
> you look at the one on the left, you can totally
> see it's the shape of a man wearing like 1800
> clothes with long hair and his fists clenched just
> staring down at us, and my cat is totally freaking
> out in this pic. Then, in the next pic, absolutely
> nothing, and my cat's like asleep. You'd have to
> see it to believe it, it's so detailed, it's
> creepy.
>
> Also, if you look up Norwich Hospital, in Norwich,
> Ct, there's some crazy ghost stories about that
> place too. So I went there and crawled through a
> window once, in the day because i'm a wuss, and it
> was just creepy. I didn't see a ghost, but I had
> this all around creepy bad feeling. Not even a
> scared feeling, just bad, like something bad had
> happened there or was going to. i had to get out,
> it was so freakin scary. But I totally believe in
> ghosts, all the way, I know they exist. I also
> used to hear them running around in my
> attic....and no it wasn't a racoon or something,
> way too big to be that....I KNOW they exist.


I was at a party by a pond at 10 pm when I decided to take a break with my sister on a gazibo on a pond. We hung out for a while when my sister needed to go back to the party to get something so I was by myself in the dark. I looked back to the path going towards the party to see if my sister was coming back and I saw a white figure walking on the path going towards the party. My sister came back and she asked if I saw it. She claimed she saw a woman dressed in all white. My sister tried to say hello but the woman wouldn't respond. I'm still kind of creeped out by it.

Reston VA corner of Park glen court and north shore Dr. It's a dead end! There's nothing but a downward drop into the woods if you were to keep going. It was night time coming back home with my two of my friends and my younger brother.

I was driving at the end of N. Shore there's a culdesac and a Street light at the end of glen court. I was making u-turn at the end of N. Shore. The street light was blinking and no one was around as I made my turn to go back out a lady in a red dress appears out of nowhere on the corner of glen CT.
It happened so fast everyone in the car jumped and yelled. After I passed by I stopped the car turned my head and she was gone. I can't explain it I was in shock. No one got out of the car for another 15mins!.

Reston hunters woods area I have experienced many events over the years in my townhouse. I have had items disappear only to be found months later in the same spot they disappeared from. Lights blink for no reason appliances turn themselves on.

My neighbor has had similar experiences at her home. I have seen a ghostly woman in wearing 19th century clothes and a young African American girl attired similarly. My cat would sit for hours just staring at the same spot.

Javier Wrote:
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> I am posting this for the janitor in my building.
> He claims that there is a ghost that talks to him
> and bangs on stuff in one of the empty offices.
> The ghost also turns lights on and he also can
> feel a presence when he enters the office.
> I went with him the other day and I too felt it
> and also got major goose bumps. He just wants to
> know what the ghost wants so he can help him. This
> is in the Fairbrook Drive building in Herndon.


Javier, what does the ghost say to the janitor? Does he see the ghost a lot?

This didn't take place in Fairfax, but I thought everyone would like to to read it anyway!

The occurrence took place in Sterling, VA, Ruritan road.. The old spot where you go play bingo
and get some good ol' country food. Mmm. I lived right by it, 10 ft away. One night a summer night
I was out letting out some steam, I remember clearly that I was Indian position on the floor and I
was on a dirt one way road.

Very isolated area. When I saw a black slave woman with dirty old clothes on messed up hair and shackles.
She was just walking away down the road. Out of nowhere.. Like I just felt a overwhelming sadness and laid
back and cried. The second I closed my eyes she was gone and a big cold air blew and I just stood there stuck.
Shocked. I couldn't believe she was like right there for a good 45 seconds. In her 20s. I've worked in the
Ruritan and I've heard strange noises and my daughter running to me a few times. It was crazy.

One day I was doing homework in my room on my desk with my back turned towards the door and my brother walks in and ask me if I want to go to the mall with him and mom. I say no and hear the door slam as they leave.
Someone (who I assumed was my brother) walked into my room and left quickly. I soon realized that my mom and brother had left and my dad was at work. I called my brother scared and he said he left a while ago and hadn't been home since.

It was so scary knowing someone I didn't know came into my room. Also one day I came home from school put a microwaveable soup in the microwave and took out a spoon from the cupboard. I distinctly remember closing the drawer.
I go change and come back and all the drawers a open perfectly half way, each and every one of them. Also on one occasion me and my brother both woke up ( we share a room and have bunk beds) at the exact same time in the middle of the night because we could feel someone in our room but our room was too dark to see anything and we were even afraid to talk to each other. .

It's been two weeks ago that my niece died and she has already been back to let me know she's alright. Because the light in my bedroom was flickering.
She smoked to because the next day I found a cigarette in the guest bedroom .

I asked the rest of my family did they put it there and they said no. Then the next day myself and one of my family members smelled cigarette smoke.
Than I went back to the guest bedroom to see if the cigarette was still there and it was gone .

She had come back to get her cigarette . She was such a beautiful person and a very special aura about her . I miss her so . I love you sweetie .
Where ever you are. Wish you were still here with me . You will always be my bff .

We have a poltergeist that lives in our walk-in closet we have named matilda. She is so disruptive we have to be sure we shut the closet door each night - and do it faithfully to get some peaceful sleep.

Recently we were awakened when our cats were crying loudly at 2:00 am. We heard the cats but couldn't find them. After a search we found both cats were locked in the walk-in closet. We have no explanation how the cats got into the closet.

Ruritan Wrote:
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> This didn't take place in Fairfax, but I thought
> everyone would like to to read it anyway!
>
> The occurrence took place in Sterling, VA, Ruritan
> road.. The old spot where you go play bingo
> and get some good ol' country food. Mmm. I lived
> right by it, 10 ft away. One night a summer night
> I was out letting out some steam, I remember
> clearly that I was Indian position on the floor
> and I
> was on a dirt one way road.
>
> Very isolated area. When I saw a black slave woman
> with dirty old clothes on messed up hair and
> shackles.
> She was just walking away down the road. Out of
> nowhere.. Like I just felt a overwhelming sadness
> and laid
> back and cried. The second I closed my eyes she
> was gone and a big cold air blew and I just stood
> there stuck.
> Shocked. I couldn't believe she was like right
> there for a good 45 seconds. In her 20s. I've
> worked in the
> Ruritan and I've heard strange noises and my
> daughter running to me a few times. It was crazy.


It was in the summer of last year . When I went for a walk on the walking path in sugarland in Sterling . I saw this girl standing by a tree she was crying and holding a suit case . Than as I got closer to her she walked up to me and said I'm running away from home .

I said I'm sorry to hear . I looked up the walking path to see where she went and she was gone. I asked someone that has lived here for many years . And they told me the little girl is nine years old she got mad at her parents .

And she was running away than she changed her mind and was headed back home and a drunk driver had hit her and killed her . I could tell she was a ghost she was pale and had the look of a nine year old back in the seventies.

In a store, a noise comes out from the room - a glass bottle on the floor. We, four people in the waiting
room, come inside to see who in there. But we don't see anyone or anything on the floor. One day, we see a
wax from a candle on the wall and the floor. At night before we go home, we turn off all light. But in the
morning, all lights are on. It is happening at Sterling area.

There's a story of a man that walks at night he wears a long black coat and he smokes a cigarette.
One night when my brother went out to the garage he said he saw a man walking up the street and he
was smoking a cigarette and he got two houses down from ours and he disappeared when I started asking
some people in the other neighborhoods someone told me that man got hit by a car many years ago he
was walking home that night and someone hit him so he's still trying to go home to this day. He's a
tall man about six foot tall because I've seen him too.

Virginia is supposed to be one of the most haunted states in the United States. Believe it or not but Virginia has all kinds of spooky paranormal things going on including a few ghosts and a vampire or two. If you take a few minutes to read the stories below you'll read all about the more famous ghost stories from all over the great state of Virginia.

Arlington Cemetery is supposed to be one of the most haunted locations in the state of Virginia. It is the Old Post Chapel at Arlington Cemetery that is supposed to be a hot bed of paranormal activity. Thousands of military men's funerals were held in the Old Post Chapel and it appears a few of them weren't quite ready for eternal rest. Soldiers on duty in and around the Old Post Chapel report that locked doors will be found open and open doors will be closed and locked. A woman crying loudly is often heard just inside the front of the chapel. A beautiful dark haired Spanish woman in black mourning clothes is often seen setting in the chapel but when she is approached she vanishes. Many soldiers on guard duty late at night have reported loud organ music coming from the locked Old Post Chapel. A small boy is quite often seen running through the chapel but he vanishes as quickly as he appears.

Over in Fairfax at the George Mason University there is a gazebo near the campus lake and a young man with water dripping off of him is quite often spotted in the gazebo. People who approach him say he is very sad looking and looks to be crying. There is said to also be water dripping off of him. It is reported that around 1920 that a young man did in fact leave a suicide note in the gazebo and then he drowned himself in the campus lake.

In Manassas Virginia their is a ghost called Lucy who is said to haunt the Old Town Inn and that she is both a playful spooky ghost and a ghoulish one also. It is said that she will appear to people at first as quite normal but then she will deteriorate right in front of people and look and smell like a rotting female corpse.

Colonial Williamsburg is supposedly a hot bed of paranormal activity with ghosts around every corner. Bacon's Castle is supposed to be Virginia's oldest home dating back to 1665 is home to several ghosts and plenty of mysteries. A ball of blue light is often spotted both inside and outside the house and it has been seen by many many people over the years. Some people have claimed the ball of blue light has been seen to roll across the yard , up the outside wall of the house and then it seems to perch at the highest point of the roof. A black woman's head is seen floating around the property with a white turban on. People quite often see it and freak slap out.

Items in the Bacon Castle are said to be quite often thrown around and books will be found thrown off shelf's and furniture over turned when the house is opened up in the morning. A ghost cat is said to live in the house. It is said to be a large yellow cat of around 20 pounds and its said that the cat will walk across the room , leap up on someones lap and vanish.

A horse and buggy is often heard riding up outside the house but no house and buggy is ever seen. The house has even been heard to neigh and its said you can hear the horses hoofs on the ground.

I went to stay over at a friend’s place last year when his parents went out of town. There were 6 of us there and I was the only one who didn’t drink or smoke weed (strict teetotaller here)

Anyway, when we get there (new house) our friend informs us that the place is haunted and ‘freaky stuff’ had been happening. His parents even hired a few Hindu priests to exorcise the place with certain pujas and rituals to cleanse the place of unexplainable activity (even though his dad is a dyed in the wool atheist/rationalist with two PhDs, he still decided to cover all the bases when weird things began to happen).

At first the night was going well. We were having fun, the guys were slowly getting drunk and high, while I stayed sober. It only took a turn for the weird when we heard a noise and upon investigating, realized that someone locked my friend’s sister’s room while we were all sitting together in the hall.

The others were freaking out but I borrowed a set of keys to unlock the door and investigate by myself. Looked at every nook and cranny of the place and didn’t find anything suspicious. Called my friend in and he saw nothing was wrong either. We then decided to call the 4 other friends into the room.

When we returned a few seconds later, I shit you not, every goddamn shelf, drawer and cupboard in the room (even the ones too high to be reached unless you stand on a chair/are 7 feet tall) had been opened in the brief amount of time we stepped out of the room.

By now everyone was pretty terrified and high and having a bad trip, and they kept asking me for reassurance figuring that I should have a reasonable explanation (being the sober one). I don’t and we all go to my friend’s bedroom and decide to pass time by watching anime till the sun comes up.

As we were watching an episode of ‘Bleach’, one of my friends who was unfamiliar with the show asked ‘what’s the story about?’ before i casually said “oh, it’s about Gods of death who help souls cross over to the next world and..”
Before I could finish my sentence, all the taps in the bathroom switched on (the bathroom door was open and in our line of sight) and water gushed forth violently for a few seconds before it switched itself off.

Everyone freaked. We didn’t sleep a wink and went home at first light.
This is where the story ended but then a week later, when my friend’s family returns to town, his older sister (who is mentally challenged and is very child like) spends all day talking to herself in her room. He doesn’t let it bother him till she walks up to him and says “You had a party here with your friends when we were gone. You were drinking whiskey.”

When my friend freaked wondering who told her that, she just replied “My new friend. I was speaking to him in the room just now.”
Needless to stay, none of us stayed over there again.

background, I am a warfare officer in the Australian Navy and I drive warships. The easiest way to describe my job is the person who pilots the ship for 4 hour shifts, and when the Captain walks onto the bridge, he often takes control of the ship off me, if he requests it. As such, I often have a team of about 3-4 on the bridge at any one time consisting of a helmsman (who physically drives and controls the engines on my behalf), a more senior ‘quarter master’ (QM…whose job is to make sure the admin of the bridge happens while i am busy navigating/talking to the operations room) and another junior warfare officer under training to learn my job, if we have a few of them onboard. ‘Watches’ are 4 hours long, with the usual rotation being 4 hours on, 8 hours off. As such, one of the +most bemoaned watch rosters is being the person who gets the afternoon (12-4pm)-graveyard shift (Midnight-4am), also known in Navy slang as the ‘Arvo and Guts Watch’. This watch is hated as it gives you the most broken sleep, as everyone onboard normally has to be up and about at 6:45am to start the day. I digress.

What this means, is that if you are unlucky enough to get the midnight-4am watch, you need to stay awake. Being up on the bridge of a warship, you need to have everything dark so as to not ruin your night vision out the windows and into the sea beyond. 80% of the ship is asleep, and I personally enjoy the quiet ‘downtime’. Weird conversations happen, and more often than not, people start talking about weird things that have happened to them. I will never forget the one night I was on a patrol boat in the middle of the Arafura Sea in northern Australia, and the story two of the sailors told me.

A patrol boat is smaller then normal warships, so I only had a helmsman on watch with me. We were hundreds of miles in the middle of the ocean, and were just having a coffee and a laugh while we sat in the dimly red-lit dark of the bridge, the muffled thrum of the ship’s engines, the sound of our bow cutting through the dark water and the muted static of our VHF radio scanning empty channels being the only sounds. Every now and then the wind would pick up and you’d hear the howl before it deposited a thin spray of salt water into our bridge windows. Hopefully I have set the scene and made you feel what it is like to be in the middle of nowhere late at night.

One of the senior engineers had wandered up to the bridge for a coffee and he was sitting on the stairs that led up to the upper deck from the bridge, and I had just finished telling my story about our old house to the sailor on the helm, who was a bit freaked out! The helmsman then told me his story….and needless to say, it in turn freaked me out. And I generally like a good ‘unexplained story’. His story really re-enforced my wariness of ouija boards/seances, as this was the prime factor behind the weirdness of the afore-mentioned house I lived in as a toddler. His story is as follows….

THE HOSPITAL SEANCE
To begin with, the sailor told me how before joining the Navy, he used to work as a wardsman at the Royal Brisbane Hospital in early 2001. He said it was a great place to work, with other young wardsmen for company, and as he put it ‘heaps of hot young nurses.’ A few of the girls were into seances and a few of them were living on the hospital grounds in accommodation while they did their internships. One of the girls suggested that one night they go into an abandoned ward and conduct a seance, because as anyone who works in a long-established hospital will tell you, they are normally hotbeds of weird activity. (My mother is a 30 year midwife and she has some things she said she can’t explain…like mothers reporting a ‘smiling, kindly old matron with a weird hat who came and checked on me in the middle of the night and patted my baby to sleep’…despite there only being 2 young nurses on that shift all night, but I again digress). Thinking it sounded like fun, he said yes, and a few nights later after work, a few of them (plus a few nurses he hadn’t met before) all went up to the disused ward and set up the ouija board.

He said they started the seance and the glass started to move as they had ‘apparently’ contacted a spirit. He scoffed and thought it was a joke, as the glass was moving randomly with everyone putting a finger on it. Of course he thought that the others were moving the glass. He said someone was given a pen and a paper and told to scribe anything that happened. Little did he know that their innocent night was about to get really weird…

Apparently someone asked this spirit, ‘What is your name?’ The glass moved and spelled out ‘N-I-G-E-L.’ They all laughed and someone else asked, ‘Are you Good or Evil?’ (I have goosebumps as I type this) and the glass moved over to ‘EVIL.’ Still scoffing, the sailor said some other questions were asked, but they got back a lot of jibberish. Suddenly, about 2 mins later he said the glass started going absolutely nuts, and some people started goetting uneasy. Despite this, it seemed to be following a pattern so someone told the guy scribing to write down what the glass was moving to. He got something like the following, and slowly it started making words. Apparently it read, ‘I-L-L-B-A-B-Y-C-A-S-S-I-K-I-L-L-B-A-B-Y-C-A…..’ After a few more repetitions the guy scribing went, ‘Kill baby Cassi…..oh, Cassi kill baby? What the hell does that mean??’ (I joke you not here when I tell you this, the sailor telling me the story said this screwed/disturbed him for quite a while) One of the girls in the circle turned pale, held her hand to her mouth and ran from the room sobbing hysterically, like a wailing cry of utter terror. He said one of the guys went ‘Haha what’s up with her?’.

One of the other nurses went outside to console her, and the story came back as such. The girl who ran outside confessed to the other girl that she had had a secret abortion 3 weeks prior after finding out she was pregnant. She told NO ONE about the abortion, not her parents, not even her own boyfriend. Her name? You guessed it, was Cassie. That pretty much wrapped up the night, and horrified, the rest of them finished the seance and swore never to do it again.

After he finished telling me this, I was pretty freaked out, but the other older sailor (he was in his 40s) just sat there and said nothing, and drank his coffee. Trying to lighten the mood, I said ‘that was a good story, but what about you Chief (his rank), surely you have a good one you have heard?’ I noticed he was looking really uncomfortable so being a great people manager/officer (lol), I decided to go for the jugular and shame him into telling it. ‘C’mon chief, tell us!’, I jibed. I probably should have left it there, but he decided to tell us. I don’t know if it was true or not, but in hindsight, judging how reluctant he was to tell the two of us, and how freaked out he looked when he told us, it’s inclined to make me think.

HIS STORY
To set it up, this guy was/is (as I mentioned) in his 40s. He’s been in the Navy for over 20 years working in the engine room as the Chief Engineering sailor, so he’s not a weak-willed guy prone to getting scared. From his posture, and the look on his face, I could tell he was really reluctant to tell his story. I’ve heard sailors tell stroies before (and I’ve heard some good ones) and you can tell when someone is pulling your leg. This guy was flat out scared. I almost felt bad that I tried to conjole the story out of him.

Anyway, his story started when he was 6. He said he was in Grade 2 of what some of you American readers would know as Elementary School. They had to make paper-maiche dolls for Mother’s Day, and he said he ended up making a clown marionette/puppet that was suspended on strings. He said his mother loved it immediately, and loved the fact that it was probably the first really creative thing he had made at school and prior that at kindergarden. She insisted he hang this doll off the curtain rail above his bed, as she loved seeing it hung up ion his room for ‘extra colour’.

Now being 6 years old, he said the novelty of having a clown puppet hanging over his head in bed at night started getting out of hand. After a year or so, he said he actually began to really resent the clown being there. He said he especially hated waking up in the middle of the night and seeing it leering down at him….after a while he started to realise that he hated the clown, and his imagination probably made it worse, as he felt like he was being ‘watched’ of a night time, or whenever he was in his room. He told his mother that he didn’t want it hung up above his bed anymore, but he said he could tell she really hurt by the diea of taking it down, as she really loved it being there. (I would have thought she should have hung it above HER bed, but I held my tongue!) One day, after freaking out in his sleep once too often, he took it down and threw it in the rubbish in the kitchen. He said he made sure he put some other rubbish on top of it so that his Mum wouldn’t find it. he went to bed early that night, and said he felt happy knowing it wasn’t above his head anymore on the curtain rod.
Next day he woke up to find the clown puppet back above his head. He said he cursed under his breath and thought that his Mum must have found it, gotten upset, and put it back in his room late that night/early that morning when he was sleeping. He decided not to say/ask anything about it of his mother, as he thought he’d get in trouble for trying to throw it out to begin with. A few weeks later he took it to the wheelie bin outside the house and threw it under some bottles and cans. He then placed a large bag of rubbish from the kitchen on top of it and wheeled the bin out for collection by the garbage men the next day. He woke up the next morning to find the bloody clown BACK above his head and hanging from the curtain rod.

As you can imagine he said he was upset by this point (and in real life, myself and the helmsman both realised that he was visibly shaken from telling us this) and he confronted his mother about it. He said to her, ‘Mum, why did you take that clown of the bin and put it back in my room?’ ‘James, what are you talking about? id you try and get rid of the doll? Why would you do that, you know how much that means to me, it was one of the first things you made!’ ‘Mum, I really don’t want it anymore, it scares me.’ ‘James that’s nonsense. It’s paper-maiche!’ He was upset, and assumed that his Mum was ‘onto him’ and had retrieved the doll from the rubbish.

He left it at that, but decided he would get rid of it once and for all a week later or so. One day when his Mum was out and his Dad was in the garage fixing the car, he took the puppet up the backyard and put it in the incinerator. (Australian readers will probably remember most people seemed to have one of these cicular brick areas in their backyards when they were younger for gardening/mulch etc) He said he lit the match and covered the doll in paper and dried grass. Afte ra few minutes, it was completely charred and had burned to ashes. Giddy with delight, he confessed to his mother what he had done later that day when she got home, confident in the fact that she now couldn’t do anything about it after the fact. He got grounded (and smacked!) for playing with fire, but he said his mother got over her dissappointment and moved on, with nothing more being said about it. Or so he thought.

That night he said he dreamed that he woke up, his bedroom door opened slowly, and that the clown, now on fire and in flames walked into his room and said to him, ‘You thought you could get rid of me didn’t you? Well one day you’re going to pay for what you did!’ He said he woke up screaming which brought his paretns running. He was crying but they assured him it was a bad dream. He quickly put it behind him, although he said his parents were quite concerned for a few days.
Years later, when he was 16 he had another dream. He dreamed (and now people, I can FEEL the goosebumps running up my legs!) the same clown doll walked into his room on fire and said ‘You thought I forgot didn’t you James? Well I haven’t forgotten, and trust me, one day you will pay.’ He woke up screaming again, and he told his mother about the dream. His grandmother, (who by his account was one of those hippie types who liked ‘alternate lifestyles’ etc) suggested that he see a clairvoyant/mystic/gypsy woman she knew for a card/palm reading. He thought it couldn’t hurt, and he went along and did it, despite his scepticism of such ‘rubbish’. He said the woman blanched a little when she read his cards and said ‘something or someone very bad wants to hurt you…have you offended anyone lately or in your life?’ He broke down and told her the story of the clown, and how it appeared in his dreams when he was younger and again when he was 16. She said to him ‘James, this is very bad. If you ever see that clown again, something terrible might happen and you need to be prepared.’ At this point we were quiet on the bridge. I was letting it all sink in, and I couldn’t help but notice that this sailor was shaking. I realised I shouldn’t have puhed him to tell the story, and that is was evidently something he was seriously scared of, and had been his entire life.

The helmsman, after a minute of silence blurted out what I had been thinking. ‘So Chief, have you seen it since?’. The Chief looked at us both and said ‘I have never seen it since, and I live in fear of the day that I end up dreaming I see it again.’

And that ladies and gentlemen, ended our few hours of telling stories. I went and pretended I was checking the radar and chart while the helmsman looked ahead and pretended to check the autopilot. The Chief finshed his coffee, came and looked over my shoulder at my nav-plan on the chart to see where we were, and bid us goodnight.

After the bridge door shut the helmsman and I looked at each other and uttered a rather prolonged, unified expletive. Whether it was true or not, it is the freakiest story I have ever heard. If he was pulling our leg, it was an Oscar award winning performance. The fact that he was so visibly shaken while telling it (his voice breaking at parts) led me to believe it probably wasn’t….if anything, it was real to him.

Another guy I was on watch with said he had a really freaky dream one night (wasn’t a true story, but his dream was freaky as hell) at sea. He said he dreamed he woke up in his bunk on the ship and no one was around. He dreamed he got dressed to go on watch, and all he could hear was the ship creaking and the dull sounds of waves outside the hull. He said he walked up to the bridge and found the ship on autopilot, with no one up there. Thinking it was weird, and hearing the creaking, he kept looking around. He said the worst part of the dream was that he opened a cargo hold in the lower part of the ship and found the whole ship’s company, some 56 people swinging by their necks from ropes hung from the roof of the hold, the creaking being the ropes swinging with the rock of the ship.
Weird. We laughed about it, but he said the dream freaked him out. Funny what the human mind can come up with while asleep!

One night I was babysitting a 2 y/o girl who was adopted from Russia. We were playing on her living room floor when she abruptly looked away from me, up and to her right. She stared into space for a few seconds and then smiled and said, “hi.” Thinking she was just being a kid, I said, “hi,” back to her, but she just looked back at me like, wtf? (clearly not talking to me) and then looked back to her right/up. She stared for another few seconds, and then looked back at me again, pointed to where she had been staring and said, “blood.”

A few years before I was born my brother Tom had some really scary stuff happen to him. This occurred in the late 1970s in the winter months. My father told me about this, and recently my brother confirmed it.

One night my mother and her friend were playing with a Ouija board when my father was out working. They were having a few drinks and just relaxing. They got spooked and put it away. No big deal.

About two nights later a ghost of a boy visited my brother demanding to be friends, scared the shit out my brother. The kid wouldn’t let up, sometimes he wouldn’t appear to my brother visually but only audibly. Well Tom tried ignoring him, and my parents though it was just your usual imaginary friend stuff. That was until the my brother started showing bruises, scratches, and clumps of his hair missing. He started wetting the bed, at age 8 and he’d never done it before. My mother would be out of the room and hear him having conversations with this ghost saying stuff like “leave me alone” and “I’m not your friend, go away” and my brother would be really insistent that this apparition should fuck off. Getting really kid angry at it.

Well one day my mother was cleaning his room and she saw a perfect noose hanging from his closet rail where you hang shirts. She was freaked out and demanded to know why Tom had made it. Tom said “I keep telling you mom, HE did it”. They moved out the next day. From that point on my brother never had a problem with the ghost again. A few years later after I was born my mom ran into somebody at an art class who knew who the original owners were. She explained that a murder suicide happened there in the 1950s a few years after it was built.

I forgot to say the freakiest part of all the noose was made with my brother’s own clothes! Can’t believe I forgot that part.

This is a pretty long story of the scariest thing that ever happened to me in my life, I hope you guys never have an experience as bad as mine.

I recently moved into a new house and now live alone. The house is near a small town, maybe 2 miles away. The house itself in the middle of a nicely wooded area in a smaller town, which is perfect for me, I love the serenity of the woods, being untainted by urban life. The idea of having a barn thrilled me, with all of the possibilities of what I could turn it into.

My parents recently gave me this house as a graduation gift. The house was given to them by my grandparents, which is strange because we didn’t live in this house growing up. In fact, my parents never mentioned it to me until I graduated college, admitting that they much preferred the city life over living in the middle of nowhere. My mother lived in the house briefly until she was around 7, when my grandparents decided to pack up and move one day. They never sold the house, they said there were too many memories and at the very least my parents could use it as a vacation home. They never did.

The house was in a slight state of disrepair, however I couldn’t care less. I was a homeowner! Mowing the lawn and clearing the branches was the easy part, the real work began within the house. Dusting old furniture, clearing cobwebs and throwing away old canned food. It took me about 2 weeks of cleaning until I decided it was sanitary enough to move into.

I decided to take a few weeks to just relax, I was tired of partying and I didn’t want to start searching for a job just yet. I spent my first day at the house hiking near the creek, fishing on a small pond and meeting folks in town. That night however I was restless, there was no tv and I didn’t have any books other than text books. I needed something to do after it got dark out, so I started exploring the house. In the attic to my surprise was filled with random furniture, toys and trinkets from my mothers childhood. I found baseballs cards, jump ropes, a little football helmet, action figures, a doll house, board games, ect. This was fascinating to me. I then found an antique dresser, which I found my mothers diary. Jackpot! I can read this at night until I fall asleep.

Not this night however, I was tired and decided to go to sleep in my new bedroom in my beautiful new house. Sleep came fast, however I was woken by creaking from the stairs and attic. This was to be expected living in an old house, I was sure I’d get used to it. The next day I decided to check out the barn, I’d decided to turn it into a hobby lounge where I could do woodworking or whatever my wavering enthusiasms desired. The barn was in fact in pristine condition, aside from a pile of cigarette butts in the corner and a musky smell which hung in the air. The smell was the only thing that bothered me, I am a nonsmoker I hate cigarettes, the stench they give off makes me want to vomit. There was a very unstable looking ladder leading up to the loft, which I decided not to use, the last thing I needed was to break my neck in the middle of nowhere. There didn’t appear to be anything up there aside from some hay creeping over the edge. After picking up the butts, I realized that I had more free time than I planned, since I assumed I would spend the day cleaning the barn.

I decided to explore the attic more, as I could not find my car keys to drive to town. Oddly enough I swore that I left them on the kitchen table next to my wallet, as this is what I have always done with any set of car keys I own. Asides from an old mirror and a pile of old cloths, I couldn’t find anything of much interest. As I left I noticed that there were less dolls than I had remembered, and I could swear one of them was not there before. Whatever, I decided to just read my mothers diary.

Lying in my bed I read through the diary, laughing at the entries of the diary. Several of them mentioned her older brother “James” throwing tantrums for no apparent reason, punching himself in the face or trying to fling his baseball bat into a tree. My mother must have had a very overactive imagination as a child, she had no siblings and grew up a single child.

I marked the page I was on and went downstairs to get a snack, growing more annoyed by the constant creaking in the attic. I decided to go to town the next morning and find someone who could fix it. Remembering I had lost my keys, I decided to retrace my steps so I could leave for town early in the morning.
The sun was beginning to set, a dull orange peaking over the horizon, so I decided to check the barn before it became to dark to see. I brought a flashlight just in case it did become too dark. I couldn’t find my keys, however I did find a few cigarette butts in the corner which I had apparently missed from earlier. I set down the flashlight and scooped them up and threw them away. After an unsuccessful search, I glanced up towards the loft and noticed there was a doll propped up against the wall. I could have sworn the doll was in the attic yesterday, so against my better judgment I climbed the rickety ladder to the loft. There was nothing up here aside from from an old hammer, the doll and a pile of hay. I picked up the doll and climbed down and walked towards my house. When I entered the front door I noticed my keys on the ground, only the car ignition key was mangled and bent.

Annoyed that I somehow must have stepped on the key to bend it, I decided to go to bed and walk to town in the morning. Before going to sleep I cracked open my mothers old diary to read. She was surprisingly articulate for a 7 year old, and I became so entranced by the story that the old house’s creaking no longer bothered me.

The diary’s entries became disturbing however. “James” began cutting himself in front of the family and starting fires, the story was becoming very morbid for a 7 year old’s imagination. The most disturbing entry, James had tried to kill my grandfather with a knife and ran off into the woods after stabbing him, my mother bearing witness to the entire scene. After returning from the hospital, James had not returned. Dead animals started appearing outside the front door and messages were being written on the house with blood. She wrote how her grandparents have been whispering among themselves for a week now and no longer allowing her out of the house alone. She also frequently wrote how much she missed James. The diary ended here, with no mention of when or why they moved, it just stopped.

My heart was racing, my pupils dilated and my heavy breathing silent. I didn’t want to stay here anymore, true or not the diary chilled me to the bone. I was aware of everything due to my adrenaline rush, the wind blowing outside and every little creak the house made. Wait, the house was no longer creaking, it was dead silent. I pushed my bed against the door barricading myself in the room. I moved my dresser in front of the window, knocking over my lamp and only light source. The blanket of darkness covered the room, the only source of light coming from the tiny keyhole in the door. Determined to stay awake until sunrise, I sat with my back against the wall next to the bed. The floor began creaking down the hallway, stopping right outside my door and then stopping. The light seeping in through the keyhole went dark, I tried to listen over the deafening sound of air entering and exiting my lungs, what was worse was my the constant thumping of blood entering and leaving my heart. A few minutes after soul crushing fear, light returned through the keyhole followed by more creaking. I refused to look through the keyhole to confirm my worst fear.

After what seemed like days, morning finally came. When light creeped around my dresser blocking the window, I moved it and waited until sunlight saturated the whole forest. Cautiously I moved my bed and bolted down the stairs outside. I didn’t need a car, I was going to run to town. I ran into the barn to quickly grab my heavy mag flashlight as a blunt weapon if I needed it. I plucked it from the pile of cigarettes it was hiding under and ran down the dirt path into town. I called my parents to come and pick me up from a greasy spoon diner, making sure to sit in a booth which was against a wall and not a window.

Aftermath: I did call the police who insisted they found nothing out of the ordinary and both my mother and grandparents deny any existence of a family member named James. I returned to the house, with several friends and my parents mind you, to retrieve my belongings, I was not living in this damned house. There were blank pages from the diary stacked nicely on the nightstand, however we couldn’t find the diary no matter how much we searched. My mother vehemently denied ever having one and scolded me for smoking in the barn and littering the ground with cigarette butts and having such an “active imagination”.
No, it’s all completely true. I decided it was already too long to include the after aftermath of the story, but there is more. I lived in a hotel for a while after the ordeal and a few days after it happened, I decided to drop by my parents house. I walked in on my mother and my grandparents having an explosive argument, while my father sat silently looking with his mouth gaping wide open. The argument, obviously ceased the second I walked in and they muttered something about the topic being politics. Not long after my mother admitted herself into a mental health hospital for a few weeks for “stress of losing money in the stock market”. She’s seemed different since her stay at the hospital, but it’s probably due to the heavy medication they put her on. She does see one for anxiety problems and recently moved to New York, she likes areas crowded with people. We don’t talk about what happened anymore.

The way I see it there are only three posibilities of what happened.
First is that I went psychotic and I bent my own keys, smoked all of the cigarettes and moved the dolls around. Then after a few days of my psychotic break, I decided to run to town and make up a story about what happened. I don’t believe this option at all, although I’d like to believe this one the most.
Second is that some ghost or spirit was trying to tell me its story. I don’t really believe this one at all either, a ghost smoking cigarettes? I don’t really believe in the supernatural like ghosts anyways, but I sure do believe in deranged maniacs.

Third is that the James really did exist, and was living in the barn/house. He bent my keys and was smoking, he was what walked down the hall and looked into my room through the keyhole. I guess my grandparents believed him to be gone when they gave me the house. I assume that what happened scared my mother for life and she doesn’t talk about it. I believe this 100%, but I refuse to go back to the house to confirm it.

Long story, but this really did happen.

When I was a kid I lived in a town with a lot of pecan groves on the outskirts of town. Weird things would happen down in those groves – people would get killed, go missing, get lost, see weird stuff, etc. I always thought the stories were a bunch of b.s. and didn’t pay much attention. I went to school in the city and didn’t have much occasion to even go to the groves very much.

Later in life I made friends with some people who had gone to elementary school at a school that was right next to some of the groves. They claimed that when they were on the playground, they would occasionally see this weird guy in a long coat, dark hat and dark glasses watching them from the groves. He would never come to the fence or talk, and they would see him and then the next time they looked over he would be gone. Again, I thought this was all b.s. and that they were either making it all up, or this guy was some old pedophile that hung around the school, and they should have told their parents or teachers about it, not made up a bunch of stupid crap about an evil spirit or whatever.

Then, one night when we were in high school, we were coming back from a party at the river. Getting home necessitated driving through the pecan groves close to the elementary school my friends had attended. The party had sucked and we hadn’t even been drinking. We’re being teenagers, screwing around, laughing, not watching the road, etc. All of a sudden out of nowhere, a guy is standing in the middle of the road about 20 feet away from the car. There’s no way we’ll be able to stop in time and not hit him. My friend who was driving stands on the brakes and we come to a screeching halt. There’s no way we haven’t hit this guy, yet we don’t hear an impact and we don’t see him in the road anymore. The girl in the passenger seat gets out of the car to look in the road. At about that same time, the girl sitting next to me in the backseat starts freaking out and screaming about how we have to get out of there. I look out her window and there was the guy, standing in the trees on the side of the road. We booked it out of there as fast as we could.

I never drove in the groves at night again, and years later none of us can really even talk about this story without getting totally creeped out. I never believed much in ghosts before that, but I do now.

Our house is pretty old, and it was formerly a pig slaughter house. When we renovated it when found six doors, no windows aside from the ones we have. It’s a small, one floor house with an unfinished basement. I have grown up in the house, and I’ve had my share of weird ass shit happen. Typically your normal ghosty business: items misplaced, strange noises, voices, doors opening, etc. Our basement was never the creepy part though, it was the hallway leading to my bedroom. I hate that fucking hallway. It’s a straight shot, teen feet deep from the kitchen, I suppose. Nothing to bat an eye at. But I’ve always been terrified of it.

I was probably twelve or thirteen, still in middle school. At the time I had a desktop computer that I was ALWAYS on. I spent hours on it, constantly. I was up until four on it, then got up at seven for school, etc. One night I noticed I kept hearing weird noises in my hallway. Like stomping, I guess, but not loud. My door handle jiggled a bit, but nothing too creepy ( for me, anywho ). I assumed it was my dad or something. After a while I had to pee so I got up and opened the door, silence. Okay, cool. Whatever. I flipped on the hall light and went to the bathroom. After I was done I opened the door and looked into the kitchen. Our kitchen is really small with a island-table in the middle of it. Behind that I saw a figure there. I thought maybe it was my mom crouched down picking something up, so without thinking I call out to her.

No answer. Now I’m a little on edge, so I say ‘Mom?’ again a little louder. The figure shifted and came into the light of our security light shining through the window. It wasn’t my mom. It was a figure on all fours. His elbows were bent backwards, and his legs looks backwards too. He didn’t have hands, but feet. He didn’t have a face that I can remember, I just see it as a blur in my mind’s eye. I was terrified, but I was stuck. I couldn’t move. He moved towards me slowly and suddenly there was this noise to my left. Before I could turn to look at it I was pushed back into the bathroom and the door slammed shut. Instantly I heard my parents door open and I jumped out of the bathroom. Every single light was on in our house, including the basement and garage.

I’ve never been able to explain it. I’ve tried to pull it off as too much caffeine, not enough sleep. Could a power surge have turned on the lights? But… The flashlights were on too. That was the strange part. My dad, a huge skeptic, refuses to talk about it and blames it on me as a prank.

Another weird happening was just a month ago I was home from college and I had JUST gone to bed. I instantly heard some weird noises and I muted my TV. Suddenly my door slammed, like something had lunged against it. I didn’t go outside at all that night, nor did I sleep. In the morning I found a huge scratch on it. We do have a dog, but I give you my word that that scratch was not there before that night. Our dog knows better than to do that. She has never jumped up on a door before.

PIC – Of the scratches that I took and sent to my friend the morning it happened. I talked to my mom about it, and she said she has no idea what could have done that. We tried to think of a time we might have scratched it while carrying the vacuum or something, but nothing came up. My mom has mentioned seeing some things, but not nearly what I have experienced. She thinks it’s just the old house playing tricks… But I don’t think that’s it at all.
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Not my house…but somewhere I was sleeping. Hopefully you’ll forgive the length.

We were traveling from western Kentucky to Florida for vacation. After a long day of driving, we ate waffles and other breakfast miscellany at one of those all-night-breakfast places and were looking for somewhere to sleep for the night, but everywhere was full.

When we finally saw a hotel lacking a lit-up “No Vacancy” Sign, it was a Days Inn in Dothan Alabama. I needed to stretch my legs, and my Game Gear had died, so I went into the front office with my dad to get the room.

The woman, tired and barely contained by her hotel employee’s uniform, told us “We’re all booked up.” But her coworker said something like, “What about 229?” and she paused for a second, looked at me, and then at my dad and said, “Well yeah, I guess you could take 229. Would you like 229?”.
“Well yeah..why not? Sure”. And so began the strangest night I’ve ever experienced.

We settled in for bed almost instantly. My brother and I in one, my parents in the other. Something seemed off about the room, but we were too tired to care.
At around 2:30 in the morning I woke up to my mom screaming, and my dad sitting straight up in bed.

“There’s a man in the room! HEY, HEY. Who are you? What are you doing in here?“
We all woke up, and there was this dark figure of a large man in the room, standing over my parents bed. My brother dove for the lightswitch and the room came into this sudden, quiet focus.

I remember thinking later about what might be a more appropriate or effective thing to say when you’re encountered by a large dark figure standing at the foot of your bed. But in the moment, nothing was there. Just a shitty TV, a mini fridge, and a mirror.

We all sat there for a moment trying to figure out what just happened. My dad said, “We’re leaving.” And we were back on the road as fast as we fell asleep.
Later on, my parents discussed it. My mother apparently only saw a man. My father also saw a man and a dog. I just remember seeing shapes. We scoured the internet to see if anything weird had happened in the hotel that year. I even tried calling the hotel years later, but it had since gone under new management. From time to time we always wonder what happened in that room.

Those who know the legend of Old Greg, don't go out on Burke Lake at night.
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Being a native Virginian in Civil War country, I have been lucky to have a few encounters and this is my favourite.

It was the fall of 1988; I was driving in the northern part of Fauquier County Virginia approx. 45 minutes outside of Upper vile. I was in a very remote area where the hills rolled gently and there were no homes, barns, fences, riding trails or other motorist. I was really enjoying the scenery when I drove around a curve and there on the left side of the road about half a mile ahead was a horse with a rider. This is pretty common in Fauquier County but this was a bit different. Again, I was in the middle of nowhere. Once I drove closer to the horse and rider, I noticed what the gentleman was wearing, a full Confederate uniform with sleeve markings indicating a high rank officer. His uniform consisted of the grey in colour pants, jacket, and full belt dressing with sword, a side arm, black hat, riding gloves and riding boots. As I drove past slowly, I waved and he tilted his hat. I will never forget the expression on his face. It was one of confusion and interest.

Being a Civil War enthusiast, I was very surprised and enjoyed the sight. This person and his horse seemed as real as I am. I could not understand why someone would be dressed in this fashion in the middle of nowhere. He appeared to be dirty enough for me to notice from about 20 feet away. His beard looked unkept and his hair was longer than the hat would cover. That's when I decided it must be a ghost. This is the only thing that is logical to me. Once I found a place to make a u-turn, I drove back and there was no trace of the person.

Please give me your opinions and views on this sighting. This occurred in the middle of the week, my day off at the time was Wednesday. Weather was cool and clear.

This probably not the place for this, but for the past few weeks, I've been going through some very strange events. I think there is a ghost or demon attached to me or something. Whatever it is, I know it's following me. Two or three weeks ago, my mom saw a shadow person in our house. Then, her cross was thrown across the room towards her. It almost hit her. We have seen other objects moving without either one of us touching them. I have heard people talking when there was nobody around.

It's hard to talk about, but my mom was even choked by whatever was/is in our house. At that point I tried to get in my room which locked on the side I was already on. I could not unlock the door no matter how hard I tried. I have had screwdrivers, glass, and other objects thrown at me. I don't even know what threw them at me. I have noticed that five of our pets have died in freak accidents in the past year. I have had my hair pulled by someone that wasn't even there.

A couple of days ago, I was taking pictures of myself hoping to catch someone else in the pictures. I succeeded in two pictures. In one, I caught what appears to be an old Native American man behind me. In the other one, I caught what is definitely a little boy straight behind me, looking at me.

Also, when I was very little my sister and I saw what we believe to be a demon coming up out of the floor tile. I think that is the demon that is after me. I have seen things nobody should ever have to see. In elementary school, I happened to look up at the ceiling and saw a dog hanging there. I looked again, it was gone. One day, I was sitting on a swing and I felt something like a cold chain wrap around my neck. I turned to see who was trying to choke me. There was no one there. I also saw a boy covered in blood and I noticed he had a knife wound. He even told me his name. I assure you, all this stuff really happened.

I think tomorrow I am heading off to church and pray this all ends soon.
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Troubled Life Wrote:
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> This probably not the place for this, but for the
> past few weeks, I've been going through some very
> strange events. I think there is a ghost or demon
> attached to me or something. Whatever it is, I
> know it's following me. Two or three weeks ago, my
> mom saw a shadow person in our house. Then, her
> cross was thrown across the room towards her. It
> almost hit her. We have seen other objects moving
> without either one of us touching them. I have
> heard people talking when there was nobody around.
>
>
> It's hard to talk about, but my mom was even
> choked by whatever was/is in our house. At that
> point I tried to get in my room which locked on
> the side I was already on. I could not unlock the
> door no matter how hard I tried. I have had
> screwdrivers, glass, and other objects thrown at
> me. I don't even know what threw them at me. I
> have noticed that five of our pets have died in
> freak accidents in the past year. I have had my
> hair pulled by someone that wasn't even there.
>
> A couple of days ago, I was taking pictures of
> myself hoping to catch someone else in the
> pictures. I succeeded in two pictures. In one, I
> caught what appears to be an old Native American
> man behind me. In the other one, I caught what is
> definitely a little boy straight behind me,
> looking at me.
>
> Also, when I was very little my sister and I saw
> what we believe to be a demon coming up out of the
> floor tile. I think that is the demon that is
> after me. I have seen things nobody should ever
> have to see. In elementary school, I happened to
> look up at the ceiling and saw a dog hanging
> there. I looked again, it was gone. One day, I was
> sitting on a swing and I felt something like a
> cold chain wrap around my neck. I turned to see
> who was trying to choke me. There was no one
> there. I also saw a boy covered in blood and I
> noticed he had a knife wound. He even told me his
> name. I assure you, all this stuff really
> happened.
>
> I think tomorrow I am heading off to church and
> pray this all ends soon.


I see a few other faces that are not circled in the first picture. One is lower and to the left of the circled one, then the other one is over your right shoulder, (the left hand side of the picture).

Have you tried any means of expelling them before?

All I see is a fat introverted kid with to much time on his hands. Get your fat ass out of that house and play in the yard. If there are any ghosts or demons in that house trying to scare you is because your FAT ASS IS SITTING ON THEM!
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My wife and I were walking down N. Fayette away from king St. Around 7:45 pm when we noticed only one of the two swings in the Helen Miller Park was swinging rather violently. We were a block away when we first noticed the swing.We looked around and there was no one close it was actually oddly deserted. We watched the swing for several minutes because it continued at it's violent pace. We got creeped out enough and walked to our car which was 20 feet away.When we pulled up to the park the swing was dead still. No one could have stopped the swing without us seeing or hearing the chains rattle. Very strange.

I recently moved into the rolling Valley subdivision in Springfield bordering hidden pond Park and often walk over there in the early morning with my dog. One morning around 6:30 am I saw what appeared to be a young girl skipping along the pathway which leads from the pond up toward the nature center.I thought it odd because she was in a long old fashioned dress with a red bow in her hair she also didn't appear to have any shoes on. My dog growled and barked the girl stopped turned and stared at me. I continued to walk and she turned and went on her way. She was about 40 feet from me and I was going up the same steps she just went up and when I reached the top I didn't see her figured she had run
on into the neighorhood.

Weird thing was as I looked up into the open meadow area-I saw a misty/fog shape moving along and vanish midway into the meadow. It seemed very odd. Not sure if this were a ghost or not just thought I would report it.

I bought my house about 5 years ago. At first I would hear footsteps going up and the down the steps. A couple of times I woke to the sound thick moan in my ear. There were times when I was having a good sleep and I'd wake up for no reason with this eerie feeling that I was not alone so I ended up staying up late watching television to shake it off. I told friends and family about this and most just told me that it was all in my mind. So that's what I believed. But things began to get worse. Without ever talking to my roommate (who lived in the basement) he one told me that weird things were happening in the basement as well. Things in his bathroom were falling off the shelves and some toys that he sells were turning on by theirselves... At first we all laughed about it eventhough we were all creeped out. Hoping that it was all just coincidence.

Later worse things that I couldn't ignore began to occur. I began to wake up in the middle of the night to a dark shadow that yelled all while keeping me paralyzed to my bed or couch. I was paralyzed to the point of not being able to breath scream or even shut my eyes.
The creepy sound of someone going up the stairs followed someone going into my brother's room and turning on the light and blasting the stereo. The incident that led me to take action was when one day I was on the computer and on the room next door (the kitchen) I heard a really loud sound of pots glass utensils all hit the floor. It startled me but I had to see what it was. There was no way of ignoring the noise. I figured somehow my cabinet broke but there
was nothing out of place. I had told my friend who is from Laos and has family members who don't quickly dismiss these type of events as just being overly superstitious.

Well I was told by one his family members that I needed to bless the house. I told my mom who normally in Catholic tradition has houses blessed. Mine wasn't. So we did and I also have this large frame picture of Jesus in my living room.
6 months and there was nothing. I have had the most peaceful sleeps. Maybe a little too much sleep some would say ;) I cheerful told people about my experience and how I had found the solution. So I thought..
A few days ago I woke up again in my room to that familiar eerie feeling. I repeatedly told myself ''just sleep it off just sleep it off'' Fortunately I did. Then it happened again a few days later downstairs as I slept in the couch.

Not even my guinea pigs moved for a few minutes to ease the tension. As I'm typing this up I can still remember yesterday's event. I took my guinea pigs to my parents house to play with the new puppy that they just got.
When I came back around 10:30 pm my roommate looked at me with a shocked look in his face. I looked at him and said ''hi what's up? '' the first thing that he asked was ''you weren't in the house? '' and I replied ''no I'm just coming in from my parent's place'' he looked even more shocked and asked me to swear to god that I was not home.He mumbled and cursed as he closed the door to the basement. I later asked him out of curiousity ''why all the questioning? '' he told me that he heard running around upstairs and the television on.

Here we go again... It's all in my head right? :/.

I sometimes house sit some houses that back up to that Park mentioned called hidden pond in Springfield VA.
One night while relaxing with my girlfriend halley on the deck I could see moon's reflection on the pond at
the park suddenly halley dropped her bowl of Carmel popcorn and said ''luis look over on the other side by
the center! '' I look and we both see the figure of a glowing woman sort of floating along the shore line.

She vanished then suddenly we saw her on our side she was just gliding along the ground. Halley screamed
and the ghost woman stopped turnned and looked up at us. I said to halley let's get out of here. We ran into
the house and as we locked the back porch door we could see the ghost standing at the bakyard fence looking
right at us. We ran out the front door I locked it and we got in my car and drove off. I am not going back
to that house sit there again!!!

Hidden Pond Park Ghosts Wrote:
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> I sometimes house sit some houses that back up to
> that Park mentioned called hidden pond in
> Springfield VA.
> One night while relaxing with my girlfriend halley
> on the deck I could see moon's reflection on the
> pond at
> the park suddenly halley dropped her bowl of
> Carmel popcorn and said ''luis look over on the
> other side by
> the center! '' I look and we both see the figure
> of a glowing woman sort of floating along the
> shore line.
>
> She vanished then suddenly we saw her on our side
> she was just gliding along the ground. Halley
> screamed
> and the ghost woman stopped turnned and looked up
> at us. I said to halley let's get out of here. We
> ran into
> the house and as we locked the back porch door we
> could see the ghost standing at the bakyard fence
> looking
> right at us. We ran out the front door I locked it
> and we got in my car and drove off. I am not going
> back
> to that house sit there again!!!


I know about the hidden pond ghost while walking home through the park with my bag of groceries (I'm a vegan) and I shop at the nearby health food store. I was in the park at twilight and encountered what I thought was a mist rising up from the swamp but it became the shape of a woman-who looked at me then turned and walked away from me toward the old house near the center.

I reported the affair to Park ranger doug galwinn(not sure of the name) and he said the place is full of spooks ghosts and old bats. I am not sure about that ghost bear but the ghost woman-because I am here to say I saw her!.

There are reports of hidden pond Park being haunted by the ghost of a woman in white or light gray dress.
Old period clothing circa 1800's.

I recently moved into the rolling Valley subdivision bordering hidden pond Park and often walk over there
in the early morning with my dog. One morning around 6:30 am I saw what appeared to be a young girl skipping
along the pathway which leads from the pond up toward the nature center.I thought it odd because she was in
a long old fashioned dress with a red bow in her hair she also didn't appear to have any shoes on. My dog
growled and barked the girl stopped turned and stared at me. I continued to walk and she turned and went
on her way. She was about 40 feet from me and I was going up the same steps she just went up and when I
reached the top I didn't see her figured she had run on into the neighorhood. Weird thing was as I looked
up into the open meadow area-I saw a misty/fog shape moving along and vanish midway into the meadow. It
seemed very odd. Not sure if this were a ghost or not just thought I would report it.

Back in the old days there used to be some wild animals kept on the grounds of the barker estate
one was a tamed bear named old Casey the ghost of this bear was seen by Park workers at hidden pond
Park (the old barker estate lies within the grounds of the present day park) according to workers
Davie waltz, and Kyle Gunter the pair witnessed the bear ghost near an old swamp in the park grunting
at them and walking on all 4's the apparition vanished when Gunter gave chase.

In the intersection of old Keene mill Rd and huntsman Boulevard many car accidents occur (almost weekly). It is said that that intersection is haunted and it claims souls (that's why so many accidents occur in there). It is also said that the ghost of a woman is sitting in the sidewalk of that intersection at late night or dawn.

More on the ghost lady of hidden pond, I found out there used to be an old farmhouse where the park is,
it was built in 1700's. The ghost lady has been seen before, some reports say she was seen before the place
was ever a park. Anyway, I found out others have seen her too. She has been seen in the day and at night.

This is not Fairfax but out in Haymarket VA. It was around 1968 I think and my girlfriend and I had been on a date. We stopped at the driveway entrance to her folks place to do what most healthy teenagers were doing back in the day. I was about sixteen and so was she and I had just gotten my driver's license.We had stopped at the bottom of the long driveway that led up to the old farmhouse her folks were renting. I think the man who owned it was named shell but don't quote me. The house stood about a hundred yards up the steep driveway and we were making out before going up. As we kissed and played both of us were alarmed when a billowy looking mass of thick white fog (or so it seemed) slowly drifted through the field and in front of us. Then it just stopped and I knew this was no patch of fog at all! It seemed to have a life force in it and when I turned on the headlights of the old dodge polara I became very frightened because the mass reflected the headlights. Then I saw more in the field and they were changing directions and heading straight for us. I started the old car and floored the gas pedal.

I flew up the driveway and to the front of the house. I told her see ya and she jumped out and ran inside only to leave me there alone realizing i had to go back down the drivewat to get on the road(catharpin road) and head home. Well if the white billowy masses were still there I did not see them this time as I flew down the hill with my eyes looking straight ahead lest I see the things again. I didn't slow down when I hit the road either.

I just slid around and floored it and went straight home. Through the years this memory has come to me now and then and I know what I saw was alive. It had a spirit or perhaps was spirits from the Civil War or whatever. I just know it had a real living p resence about it. Within a few months my girlfriend and I weren't together and although sometimes I think of my youth and the good old days this is one memory I still to this day haven't figured out. It may be silly to some but I know I was in the presence of spirits there that warm August night. I still recall the cold chills that went up my spine.

I worked for a restaurant in old town on queen Street. This part of queen Street was the old red light of Alexandria. Part of my job was to make bread every morning on this particular day I had my little experience.

There was a little flour on the table next to the mixer I had to step away for a minute and when I came back there where small hand prints either a female's or a child's in size in the flour. I told the owner and he kind of laughed and said something to the extent of so you've had your first sighting here. Join the club.

When I was little we attended grace episcopal church in alexandria. One evening I was there with my family. I remember looking up and seeing a man standing near the altar but he just as quickly vanished. Seems like it was a ghost but it all happened so quickly hard to know.

samantha Wrote:
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> I worked for a restaurant in old town on queen
> Street. This part of queen Street was the old red
> light of Alexandria. Part of my job was to make
> bread every morning on this particular day I had
> my little experience.
>
> There was a little flour on the table next to the
> mixer I had to step away for a minute and when I
> came back there where small hand prints either a
> female's or a child's in size in the flour. I told
> the owner and he kind of laughed and said
> something to the extent of so you've had your
> first sighting here. Join the club.


I worked at a store on king Street a couple of blocks up from the river. I was told by someone it was an old Union barrik. So that's what I told most of the tourist that came in. I did most of the purchasing for the store and one night I was researching Civil War merchandise when a brass belt buckle flew across the room. I didn't fall it came out of the shelf and landed about six feet away from where it was. It was a Confederate belt buckle. I guess they wanted to make sure they corrected me.

Over the years, I've gotten numerous requests from people coming to visit the Old Dominion that want to know where they can visit or lodge at that is known to be haunted. I've decided to finally compile a list of the haunted places in Virginia that are open to the public. Happy Ghost Hunting!

"The state of Virginia is undoubtedly one of the most historic of all of the originial American thirteen colonies. It has given birth to presidents, generals and perhaps even American liberty itself. During the years of the Civil War more battles and fighting took place in Virginia than anywhere else. Perhaps this long record of historical events has given rise to the many ghost stories and haunted places of the state."

NORTHERN VIRGINIA

Ramsay House/Alexandria Visitor's Center, Alexandria, VA
221 King Street @ Fairfax--across from City Hall; (703)838-4200
This is the headquarters of the Alexandria Convention and Visitor's Bureau in Old Town. It is said to be haunted by Alexandria's founder and spirits in 1700s clothing have been seen. They offer Old Town ghost tours Mar.-Nov. at 7:30 & 9 on Fridays & Sats., and @7:30 on Sundays weather permitting. Buy your ticket by 7 for either tour and it starts from the garden. Ages 12 & up: $6, 7-12: $4 and children 6 & under, free


Town of Occoquan, Occoquan, VA
South of D.C.
This 200 year old town has a ghost for just about every building. What's best about this town are the shopkeepers who LOVE to talk about "their ghosts". Check out the history page to see a complete list and address of the local "haunts".
http://www.occoquan.com/History/HistoryFrm.asp


Gadsby's Tavern & Museum, Alexandria, VA
134 & 138 North Royal St.@Cameron St.; (703)838-4242; (Tavern: (703)548-1288)
A young woman in 1800s period clothing has been seen at this museum/tavern in Old Town, built in 1770 and 1792 respectively. The Tavern, one of the few remaining 18th c. taverns, is open 7 days a week for lunch, brunch & dinner. The museum's general hours are 11-4 Tues-Sat., 1-4 Sun. Museum admission is $4 adults, $2 students 11-17, and free for children under 11 w/a paying adult.


Woodlawn Plantation, Alexandria, VA
9000 Richmond Highway (Off of Rte. 1, near Mt. Vernon); (703)780-4000
This beautiful mansion (completed in 1805) was part of George Washington's Mount Vernon estate and given as a present to his foster daughter. 18th and 19th century ghosts still roam the premises (inc. Washington himself) as well as the spirits of former owners and guests. When a well in the basement is capped, it has been documented that spirit activity there is said to dramatically increase.


Roundtree Park, Falls Church, VA
3220 Annandale Road
This community park is rumored to be haunted by the ghost of a woman with a baby.


Gunston Hall Plantation, Fairfax, VA
Mason Neck, VA, off of Rte. 1; (703)558-9220
Built between 1755-1760 for George Mason--whose ideas were influential in the development of the new U.S. government and other international consitutions--visitors to this 550-acre Georgian estate have seen who is believed to be Mr. Mason in mirrors and footsteps have been heard when there is no one present.
Hours: 9:30 am-5 pm everyday, except Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's Day.


Walney Road, Chantilly, VA
This road is said to be haunted by the ghost of a lost little girl who lost her family in a fire.


Bull Run/Manassas Historic Battlefield, Manassas, VA
Spirits of Civil War soldiers have been seen in this area, inc. crossing Cobblestone Bridge.


Old Town Inn, Manassas, VA
9503 Main Street; (703)368-9191
A spirit named "Miss Lucy" is said to like to play pranks such as turning on faucets, messing up the beds and unplugging appliances. She haunts room 52, but roams from 50-54.


Old Town Hall, Manassas, VA
9025 Center Street; (703)257-8230
Built in 1914, this building is said to be haunted by the spirit of a 1930s prisoner who had committed suicide. Doors open and close/slam shut. Workers there are often locked in.


Arlington House/Custis-Lee Mansion & Arlington Cemetery, Arlington, VA
G.W. Parkway@Arlington Cemetery; (703)557-0613
The Custis-Lee family, many of whom were descendants of George Washington, haven't quite left their 19th c. mansion on the grounds of the Arlington Nat'l Cemetery. You can also hear "Taps" being played in the Garden in the middle of the night. As for the cemetery itself, c'mon...it IS a cemetery after all!


Potomac Overlook Regional Park, Arlington VA
2845 N. Marcey Road; (703)528-5406
The spirits of Native Americans who used to live in the area can be heard swimming in the Potomac River and still go through the trails here.


Weems-Botts House, Dumfries, VA
300 W. Duke Street; (703)221-3346
A 1974 restoration of this historic house seems to have stirred up some spirits. The beds don't stay made, curtain rods don't stay put, and a Confederate soldier has been seen there.


Historic Occoquan, Occoquan, VA
Off I-95, Exit 160
From a friendly ghost who leaves petals everywhere and rearranges merchandise to one who waits behind the counter at closing time, the section of this historic town (est. 1758) @ Mill & Washington Streets is home to the majority of a large number of spirits.


Cork St. Tavern, Winchester, VA
8 W. Cork Street; (540)667-3777
The east side of this 1830s built Tavern (stop through for some food and drink) is haunted by a couple, who just might be responsible for people slipping around table L-6.

Alexandria INOVA hospital is built on the site of the Vauxcleus mansion an ante-bellum plantation mansion. During the Civil War a Confederate soldier was seen and shot dead by a Union picket while sneaking up the ravine to visit a girl friend in the Vauxcleus mansion. Since it is said you can see his ghost moving through the woods on moonlit nights.

Ghost Stories of Northern Virginia: Walney Road
http://supernovarealty.blogspot.com/2012/03/ghost-stories-of-northern-virginia.html

Northern Virginia is a place filled with history. Being so close to the capital of the United States and part of one the first states will do that, and as a place filled with history there are plenty of ghost stories. There are your run of the mill Civil War ghost stories like seeing Civil War soldiers crossing a bridge near Bull Run battlefield, but then there are the real interesting ones. Take for instance this one out of Chantilly, Virginia.

Down route 50 right before the exit to 28 lies Walney Road. It is an unassuming road like man that will be found in Northern Virginia. It has an Anita's on the corner and leads down to an industrial park, but it wasn't always part of a built up area. There was a time before Chantilly was built up that Walney road didn't lead to the Dulles Expo center and wasn't even paved.

Walking down an unpaved road on a bleak night is safer than walking down the middle of 95 but it still comes with dangers, and one dark night a man found out this lesson. He had somewhere to go and a place to be or else he wouldn't have been hitchhiking. Hitchhiking can be dangerous enough under street lights or in daytime but under the cover of night far from civilization does nothing but increase the dangers.

When a car finally does come the hitchhiker must have been overcome with a mixed feeling of joy and urgency. If this car didn't stop it could be morning before another car comes along. This since of urgency combined with the driver's surprise at seeing a person out this far and this late must have lead to the accident.

It is unknown when this person was killed or who they were but now if a person drives down Walney Road late at night and sees a hitchhiker they are given three chances to pick them up. If they do not then a mysterious car will come out of nowhere and make them wish that they had stopped. Or at least that is how the legend goes.

There are even more fascinating stories of ghosts and supernatural happenings in Northern Virginia and as a Realtor in the area it is useful to know them. What person doesn't like a good haunted tale every now and then, and who knew there was a haunting along Walney Road in Chantilly, Va
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I used to work in a state inst for developmentally disabled. We were temp relocated to another
building for remodeling of our bldg. Anyways...I was working one nite, 2nd shift. We had a locked
pica unit. I saw one of the residents walking down the hall. Very distinct gait and very distinct
yellow t-shirt w/ a happy face on it. I went into the ward to let staff know that they had an escapee.
This was a serious situation because this particular resident, Larry, would ingest absolutely anything
(from clothing to pens to belts to *ugh* a bird's head)...literally anything. He was also very reluctant
to go back to his home ward (hence why I didn't bring him back myself...he needed two escorts). When
we got back into the hall, less than 15 secs later, Larry was gone!! We searched the entire building!
Outside, downstairs, all wards...he was NO WHERE to be found!!! This whole search lasted last than
10 mins because I had all extra staff looking for him. I was just about to call the house supervisor
to let her know that we "lost" someone when out from the bathroom walks Larry w/ one of the staff.
He had been getting his bath in the bathroom for the last 30 mins or so. Kind of freaky! I absolutely,
without a doubt, saw Larry in the hallway. I never would've short-staffed the wards like I did if I
hadn't seen him! Like I said, very distinctive gait, look, clothing. I took a lot of razzing that nite!
They all thought that I was crazy. Anyways, come to find out the next day, after the story goes around
that I am crazy (haha, gigglegiggle, funnyfunny)..............Larry had an identical twin brother who
died in that building 10 yrs previously.

I work as a CNA in long term care. We had one resident "Betty" who was totally independant, all ADL's were done on her own and she did fine on her own, never had an incident. The only time she wanted help was showers and then she only wanted you around to make sure she didn't slip and fall. Betty came down with pneumonia and had to be hospitalized. When she came back she was too weak to do things on her own but too stubborn to ask for help. The last thing the CNA told her before going to bed was "If you want to get up, hit your call light. I'll come help you." Of course she didn't, got rid of the bed alarm, climed out of bed and fell. Betty died from the fall. No one has been moved into her bed.

The following week the call light for the room went off at night. Thinking it was the resident in bed B I walked down the room to see what she wanted. I walked into the room only to see the call light for bed B and A off, the call light for bed C (Betty's unoccupied bed) was on. My eyes filled up with tears, I backed out of the room and made someone else turn the call light off.

It happened a week later. I want to see if it happens this week too.

As one wise woman once said

ScottAM Wrote:
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> I am trying to research hauntings and supernatural
> activity in the Fairfax and Northern VA areas.
> The site I have been using is fascinating and I a
> wondering if any locals in here would be able to
> verify or confirm any of the stories, even if you
> could just verify that you\'ve heard the rumors,
> but do not necessarily believe them, is helpful,
>
> Truly some frightening things are listed on here,
> it\'s searchable by city
>
> http://www.ghostsofamerica.com/

As one wise woman once said....
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An agency nurse asked us if we would not laugh at her if she told us something weird and everyone told her that they wouldn't. She said that she walked out of a room from starting an IV line and saw a black figure going down the hallway, that same morning in six hours three residents died, coincidence?

Not so much a ghost story, but a story about when my mom died a year ago. She was at my sisters house for two weeks and started going down hill. Hospice was called on a Saturday and she lapsed into a coma on Tuesday. Me and my other sister got to her house on Wednesday. On Thursday, my mom woke up for 3 hours and was talkling to "other" people in the room. My dad died in 2000, and she kept saying "Frank, would you leave me alone, I am not ready to go with you yet!" Then she would get ****** and yell at him in German, (she was from germany). Then she saw her mother who passed away in 1964. The said "Mama" and started to cry and then spoke german to her for about an hour. She was reliving her childhood with her and talking about things they did when she was small and she was laughing and having a good time with her. My mom lost twin boys in her 5th month in 1966 and she was talking with them and said "I am so glad your Oma was there for you. I was so affraid you were alone." All of us in the room, and there was about 15 of us were in wonder the entire time. This went on for 3 hours. She would talk to them and then us. At one time she turned to me and said "oh Suzie, I didn't know you were here too, do you see all the people waiting for me?' She was affraid to die because of the unkwown I guess. The next day, Thursday she didn't wake up at all and she woke up again on Friday morning for an hour while I was in the room with her. She said she wasn't affraid anymore and that she had seen heaven. She just wanted my dad to stop bugging her becasue she hadn't finished her job yet. She told me that my dog that had passed away 6 months before that was with my dad. She died the next day.

When we got back into town the following day to get ready for the funeral, we were staying at my mom's house and it was hot outside, but we all smelled wood burning from her fire place. I snapped some pictures and there are orbs all over those pictures. The only picuters in the set that has them.

In DC in the 50's there was a porn theater; it burned down and some people died, later as it was being demolished, there were freak accidents and yet a few more people died
(do you see a trend here?)(all of this has been in the paper) eventually a new building is built; in 1991, my dh was on this jobsite for a complete renovation; at this time
none of the guys really new the above history; some guys, dh, included started saying that they felt chills(it was summer-no a/c), like they were being watched, feeling creepiness.
My dh kept saying that he felt something "bad" following him (he only told his co-workers this)And he is(was) a die-hard skeptic-he never believed ANY ghost stories; In a month,
one guy lost a finger, another guy fell down a flight of steps(he said it felt like someone pushed him), and quite a few guys dodged falling objects, another guy tripped and
broke his arm-there were more accidents at this job than the company had had in the last 10 YEARS combined.

In june, my dh had a freak accident and cut off the tip of his left index finger; he then told me about the bad feelings and weird occurrances. Two weeks later, he went back to
work. At 10am, I got this message "Dawn, xxxx has been hurt, there is alot of blood, but I think he'll live. The paramedicas are taking him to GW" My dh had almost lost 1/2 of
his left hand; He said he felt the presence all day, and then a 200 pound peice of cast Iron pipe fell, straight down with the open end smashing down on his hand-like a 200 pound
cookie cutter from 10 feet up; The paramedics on the scene said that based on what they saw, my dh should of lost his hand-it was concrete, dh hand and then pipe; the weird thing
is that my dh said that at the last second he actually saw something-a white "blur" push the pipe away, so that that is was diverted from crushing straight down. After he was hurt
about 5 guys refused to even put foot on the jobsite. After three surgeries and 6mos of rehab, my dh could use his hand-but I still get chills when I look at the semi-circular scar
that divides his hand in half.

A co-worker told me she knew that her baby would not live even though she had an emergency c/s for distress. I asked her how she knew. She had seen a family member
in the hallway going to the OR that had recently died and they told her they would take of the baby, not to worry.

My creepiest and scariest ghost story for me happened about a year ago. It really was more of a posession than a ghost story. I was helping another nurse with a patient that had lived a very hard life. It had numerous things going on with him from cardiac to renal failure. You name it, he had it going on. This man was very much afraid to die. Every time his heart monitor beeped, he would just go into a rage screaming, "Don't let me die! Don't let me die!" The other nurse and I found out why he didn't want to die. About 0200 his cardiac monitor starts alarming V-Tach. We both rush into the room. I am pulling the crash cart behing me. When I get to the room, the other nurse is completely white. This man was sitting about 2 inches above the bed and was laughing. His whole look completely changed. His eyes just had a look of pure evil on them and he had this evil smile on his face. He laughed at us and said, " You stupid b****es aren't going to let me die will you?" and he laughed again. We were kinda frozen. I did reach up and hit the Code Blue button and when I did the man went into V-fib. He crashed back onto the bed. We started coding him, but after 20 minutes it was called. 5 minutes after the code was called several of the code team is in the room cleaning up when this man sits straight up in the bed and says, " You let him die. Too bad." and then begins laughing. The man collapsed back to the bed. We heard a horrible, agonizing scream ( actually every patient in the unit that night commented on the scream), and then you could hear "don't let me die" being whispered throughout the unit. Everyone of the nurses that night was pale and scared. No body went anywhere by themselves. By morning the whispers of "don't let me die" were gone. The night shift nurses had a prayer service in the break room before we left for home and then we all had nightmares for weeks.

This thread is soooo creepy!!! Even more creepy, I had my first "ghost" experience right before I saw this thread! Bare with me, it's sort of a 3 part tale...

I was working my regular 7-7 night shift in a bone marrow transplant unit
with one other nurse. We had 5 patients, and it was about 3:30 am. My coworker had just come out of room 4, and i startled her as she came around the corner. Well, she had been empyting a urinal when the bathroom door had closed on her, which of course freaked her out and she spilled urine on herself but I digress. She proceeded to tell me that there was a young gentleman who had been in that room who had died a rather gruesome death...evidently this man was slated to go home, but one night (around 4) the nurses heard a thump...the sound of someone falling...they rushed in the room, and this man was in the bathroom, central line out, and blood everywhere. They coded him, but he died right there in the bathroom. No one is sure why he pulled his line, or what had happened, but evidently the scene was a bloodbath. Horrible, horrible...now here comes the scary part. A few weeks later, a sweet little old lady is in that room and asks the nurse if someone had died in there. The nurse explained that this is a hospital, and it was likely that someone could have died. Well, the lady says, well, i think a young guy died in here....the nurses asks why, the lady responds "cuz he's talking to me." Aghhh!! Ok, I'm not making this up....this lady has a central line, triple lumen. The nurse goes in there and there is blood everywhere. One of her lines is cut. Not pulled out, but cut. There are no scissors in the room. The lady says "he did it." OHMYGOSH!! Even the doctors were trying to get a priest or something to come in and say some prayers in that room!!!

Ok, so my coworker is telling me all this and we are scaring eachother when all of a sudden the call light goes off. For that room. We look at eachother, and both of us go to the room (we are not going in there alone!) The pt. is sleeping soundly. It was soooooooooooo freaky. Luckily, her central line was fine

possession?? Wrote:
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> My creepiest and scariest ghost story for me
> happened about a year ago. It really was more of a
> posession than a ghost story. I was helping
> another nurse with a patient that had lived a very
> hard life. It had numerous things going on with
> him from cardiac to renal failure. You name it, he
> had it going on. This man was very much afraid to
> die. Every time his heart monitor beeped, he would
> just go into a rage screaming, "Don't let me die!
> Don't let me die!" The other nurse and I found out
> why he didn't want to die. About 0200 his cardiac
> monitor starts alarming V-Tach. We both rush into
> the room. I am pulling the crash cart behing me.
> When I get to the room, the other nurse is
> completely white. This man was sitting about 2
> inches above the bed and was laughing. His whole
> look completely changed. His eyes just had a look
> of pure evil on them and he had this evil smile on
> his face. He laughed at us and said, " You stupid
> b****es aren't going to let me die will you?" and
> he laughed again. We were kinda frozen. I did
> reach up and hit the Code Blue button and when I
> did the man went into V-fib. He crashed back onto
> the bed. We started coding him, but after 20
> minutes it was called. 5 minutes after the code
> was called several of the code team is in the room
> cleaning up when this man sits straight up in the
> bed and says, " You let him die. Too bad." and
> then begins laughing. The man collapsed back to
> the bed. We heard a horrible, agonizing scream (
> actually every patient in the unit that night
> commented on the scream), and then you could hear
> "don't let me die" being whispered throughout the
> unit. Everyone of the nurses that night was pale
> and scared. No body went anywhere by themselves.
> By morning the whispers of "don't let me die" were
> gone. The night shift nurses had a prayer service
> in the break room before we left for home and then
> we all had nightmares for weeks.

This story scares the piss out of me.

Chad_SRNA Wrote:
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> An agency nurse asked us if we would not laugh at
> her if she told us something weird and everyone
> told her that they wouldn't. She said that she
> walked out of a room from starting an IV line and
> saw a black figure going down the hallway, that
> same morning in six hours three residents died,
> coincidence?

The best I have heard is from a nurse who said that one night she was floated to oncology at the hospital she used to work at. She was given a patient who was passing away and had been unconscious for several days. At one point during the night the nurse went into the room and the patient was at the top of the bed and looked at her and said, "don't let them take me!", the nurse was freaked out and asked her who was going to take her and she said that black thing up there and pointed up in the air. This patient died within minutes.

Thanks alot, I hardly slept at all last night thinking about these stories. I probably jumped at every single noise I heard.

Watch this scary video here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=DibvKFtVE_Q
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dale Wrote:
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> In DC in the 50's there was a porn theater; it
> burned down and some people died, later as it was
> being demolished, there were freak accidents and
> yet a few more people died
> (do you see a trend here?)(all of this has been in
> the paper) eventually a new building is built; in
> 1991, my dh was on this jobsite for a complete
> renovation; at this time
> none of the guys really new the above history;
> some guys, dh, included started saying that they
> felt chills(it was summer-no a/c), like they were
> being watched, feeling creepiness.
> My dh kept saying that he felt something "bad"
> following him (he only told his co-workers
> this)And he is(was) a die-hard skeptic-he never
> believed ANY ghost stories; In a month,
> one guy lost a finger, another guy fell down a
> flight of steps(he said it felt like someone
> pushed him), and quite a few guys dodged falling
> objects, another guy tripped and
> broke his arm-there were more accidents at this
> job than the company had had in the last 10 YEARS
> combined.
>
> In june, my dh had a freak accident and cut off
> the tip of his left index finger; he then told me
> about the bad feelings and weird occurrances. Two
> weeks later, he went back to
> work. At 10am, I got this message "Dawn, xxxx has
> been hurt, there is alot of blood, but I think
> he'll live. The paramedicas are taking him to GW"
> My dh had almost lost 1/2 of
> his left hand; He said he felt the presence all
> day, and then a 200 pound peice of cast Iron pipe
> fell, straight down with the open end smashing
> down on his hand-like a 200 pound
> cookie cutter from 10 feet up; The paramedics on
> the scene said that based on what they saw, my dh
> should of lost his hand-it was concrete, dh hand
> and then pipe; the weird thing
> is that my dh said that at the last second he
> actually saw something-a white "blur" push the
> pipe away, so that that is was diverted from
> crushing straight down. After he was hurt
> about 5 guys refused to even put foot on the
> jobsite. After three surgeries and 6mos of rehab,
> my dh could use his hand-but I still get chills
> when I look at the semi-circular scar
> that divides his hand in half.


I work in DC; I'm really curious to know where that job site is? So creepy!

"saw a black figure " After reading this in a few posts. I wonder if it is the angel of death, or a soul collector for the evil? Or if being dark means evil at all? And, a white mist is not evil....?

The human body is made of electrical activity. Electrical activity = Life. Energy can never be destroyed only converted. When someone does something enough times or their life ends with trauma or dramatically, it leaves an impression on the atmosphere where it happened. People who are sensitive to this energy can sense or detect that energy. The more sensitive they are the more they sense, feel, or see. I've always been very sensitive to these energies and even when my grandmother died and came to me in my bedroom to tell me to take care of my mom just before the phone rang I tried to convince myself I was dreaming. So I guess that is my explanation as to things I have seen, felt experienced over the years and what others saw and told.

The first place I workd as an aide had been the county "poor house" so a couple hundred years of living and dying happened there. The old home is now the historical society and is open to the public. There is one building that has the name of the assylum. Our county disaster services agency had stuff stored there and I belonged to that unit. I hated going in there anywhere near dark because you could feel the confusion, hate, anger and even in the light you can SEE shadows of things that aren't there. The "new home" was built and all were moved just down the road back in 1976. I started working there as an aide when I turned 18 and even though I've left there several times I still work there as the Restorative RN now. When I first worked there; There was a LPN (grandfathered from an aide, yes they did that not so long ago.) that had the best stories. Some of the things she said would curl your hair. But I always thought they were just that. stories! Boy was I wrong. Even though the home was newly built and on farmland all of the residents and I think probably some of the energy moved with them. The wierdest things happened. One night I was working on one section and one of our residents died. A friend and I were cleaning him up to prepare him for the funeral home and the light above the sink started turning itself off and on. Not only did the light turn off and on but the switch moved. Man did I get out of that room as fast as I could. Another nite I was on the other end and we had 3 gentlemen in the ward that had lost their legs and minds to untreated syphilis. Now note I said there minds were lost. A few rooms down a woman that we were expecting to die did so. At that very minute one of the men in the ward sat up starting talking perfect sense asked some questions and went back to sleep. Also the couple acrossed the hall had a clock radio that the alarm no long worked in but they always still listened to the radio. That same time that alarm went off and stayed on till we went to check Olive and found that she had passed. Those were the mild stories. I don't know if I just wasn't as sensitive then or if I ignored a lot but it stayed about that mild.

My grandmother lived in one of the old mansion homes in the area. She could also tell you tales that would curl your hair but I always took it with a grain of salt. But I have to admit you sensed a lot just being in the home. I went to work there as an RN charge nurse just before they built a new home on the same ground and when it was done they tore down the old mansion home. Well believe me those energies moved into the new building quicker than we could. Call lights turning off and on, lights etc., even keys locking themselves in locked rooms etc. (The new home was equipped with surveilance cameras and that's how we found the keys.) Needless to say I started believing my grandmothers stories. There was a man in the old home that died before I worked there and after my grandmother died so I had never seen or heard of him before. I would see him EVERY nite walking down the hall from his room and when he'd cross the threshold to the dining room would step very high as if there were a large step there. It was driving me nuts so I finally asked some of the aides that had been there a long time and described him to them they said oh that just "flicky" he always did that. I sometimes believe they stayed there because they had no others in their lives. Most of them came from the state hospital that had closed and the staff was really their only family. There were several of them that I would see a lot doing just as they had done in life looking and acting in the same manner. Was it just energy or were we the only ones that were there for them in life so they stayed in death.

cicis Wrote:
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> "saw a black figure " After reading this in a few
> posts. I wonder if it is the angel of death, or a
> soul collector for the evil? Or if being dark
> means evil at all? And, a white mist is not
> evil....?


There are a couple of excellent books, "Life After Death" and "Life After Death Revisited." They have been out for a while
so may need to be ordered but last time I looked were readily available on www.half.com or Amazon.com. I can't remember the
author's name but he was originally an unbeliever and set out to disprove the stories of after death experiences. There are
some absolutely fascinating stories in the two books and the author outlines the similarities present in most of these
occurrences.

I heard this from a guy I knew some years ago. He was a corpsman in the Navy at the time, working at a Naval hospital in Baltimore (I think). Anyway this hospital was next to a military cementry, that dated all the way back to the Revolutionary War. One night he was passing meds and saw a man walking towards him in old fashioned military garb, you know like those Civil War re-enactors, and that's what he thought he was seeing until he realized that he could see thru the guy. He was so scared that he couldn't move and watched this apparition walk right thru his med cart, thru the wall to the outside and head back toward the cementry. He put in for a transfer the next day

When my Mom passed away she talked to my Dad who had passed away 5 years earlier. She got this big smile on her face and commented on how young and handsome he was. She also talked about a big rock that was in the room, and that when they moved the rock it would be her turn to go. It is comforting to know that my parents are together again.

I went through an Agnostic phase when I was a teen. But I have seen things I cannot explain, and it has renewed my faith. My parents still visit me in my sleep. Usually when I am conflicted about something. They will come and haunt my dreams until I make the right decision. I guess even in death they are still looking out for me.

i'm with you all who say that ghosts, or the spirits who stay behind after death are not here to harm us. i haven't seen a lot of ghosts, but i have felt the presence of several. in fact, there is a ghost in my house. i haven't ever seen him/her, but this ghost likes my screwdriver for some reason. no matter how many times i put it back in the drawer, it's never where it needs to be when i want it. my boyfriend is not handy be any means, and he never uses it, so i know it's not him. i hear this "ghost" walking around in the house when i'm home alone, but i've never seen him/her. maybe i will, maybe i won't.

i used to work the late shift at the movie theater, and theater number 9 has a ghost. it's a little girl, around 3 years old, with long curly blonde hair, in this frilly little blue dress from i would say late 1800s kind of period. the story is, she was killed on that site back around the turn of the century, and she was killed (hung i think) by her parents. she's scared to go on to the afterlife because she's afraid her parents will be there. there's no explaination for it and most people don't believe me, but i have seen her. theater number 9 is always cold, no matter what temp you set the thermostat on, and last night my bf and i went to see batman in theater 9, and my r hand was cold the whole time. i think she was holding my hand. one of the projection managers who worked with me when i worked there used to talk to this little girl all the time. this little girl likes to hang out by the projector, and the manager was trying to reassure her that if she went on to heaven, jesus would protect her, and her parents couldn't get her if she went to heaven, but i guess her paranormal psychotherapy wasn't working, 'cause i know i felt the presence of this little girl last night while we were watching batman. haven't seen any ghosts or spirits at the hospital yet - still waiting.

My mother told me this...She used to work at a photographers, when she was in her late teens or early 20's,
so this would be around 1924. A young woman came in to have her photos taken, but when they were developed,
something had gone wrong, as another woman was in all the pics, standing just behing the girl. When she came
in to look at the proofs, they were very apologetic, showed her the photos and told her that they would do
a retake.

"Oh no! That's my mom! She died six months ago, and we don't have any photos of her!"

All right; I can resist no longer. Not a ghost story, but a kind of premonition, perhaps.

My brother, age 20, had been sick for a week with "the flu" when I left for college in 1972 at age 17. Several days later, I hear from my folks that he is in the hospital and has survived a close call with a ruptured appy. (He had been to the doc at least once, if not twice, during this week. But that's another story, as the doc was later disciplined by the state medical society for failure to provide minimal care - not my brother's case.) I was angry with my folks for years for not telling me what was transpiring, but I am mature enough now to realize that they thought they were doing the best thing by not adding to my stress level.

Anyway, the next day, suddenly, without a shadow of a doubt, I KNEW that he had died. I actually hid in a campus building where I knew no one would think to look for me so I could spend a couple hours alone, crying, before I felt ready to face those who would be coming to fetch me and send me home. Which is exactly what happened. My boyfriend-at-the-time had looked for me on another floor of that building, and, unable to find me, was waiting for me at the bike rack outside my dorm when I returned. My brother's death was totally unexpected - pulmonary embolism after ambulating in the hall with his fiance; they were to be married in one month. A tragedy all around.

Another weird thing that I have shared (until now) only with my sister:

About a month after his death, I had a very vivid dream. On a bright, sunny day, with puffy white clouds in an azure sky, I find myself walking down a street. Obviously a new street, as only new construction is visible. Several houses are going up, with many busy workmen about, and I hear the sounds of their talking and hammering as they pound nails in the wall partitions going up. As I pass the first house, my brother jumps down from the open first floor where he is either working or supervising and steps out to greet me. He motions to the house and tells me that he is building this house and that, when it is finished, I will come and live with him there.

That's all I remember, but it is the ONLY dream I've ever had that I can remember for more than a day or two - and this is 33 years later (yep, I'm "mature"). I cannot share this with anyone, for it makes me cry to think of it, which it does now. A few years ago, I finally shared it with my sister, who says she has had the same dream. I am convinced (and comforted by the thought) that when it is my time to pass, my brother will be there to greet me.

Since my dad passed away in April, sometimes when I'm alone in the house watching TV I feel like there's someone standing behind me (our couch sits between two entryways into the living room and one goes into the kitchen). Daddy used to lean in the entryway and keep an eye on the TV while he was waiting for my microwave to heat his water for coffee (he drank that instant crap!). And sometimes at Mama's house I'll smell a new pack of cigarettes - you know, that smell when the wrapper first comes off? Daddy smoked for years, although he kicked his two pack a day habit ages ago. (He used to sneak one now and again in the bathroom like a kid, and spray the place with Glade. It was both sad and hilarious.) Mama has never smoked a day in her life.

I don't consider myself a religious person nor am I sure I believe in ghosts. I've never actually seen one....just and a few random experiences.

1) My dear old grandpa had dementia/alz for many years (diagnosed in '97....passed in '09). Needless to say, his illness was not a short journey. To make matters worse, my family lived in Indiana and my grandparents lived in California. We didn't get to see them very much other than holidays and I was extremely lucky to have spent two childhood summers with them. It was no secret that I was the favorite grandchild, mad I loved my grandparents dearly. As grandpas illness progressed I was growing up and becoming too concerned about things that most young adults are concerned with (ie: college, friends, boyfriends, etc). When I graduated college, I was working as a CNA and it occurred to me one day that I was taking care of old ppl and needed to go see my FAVE old people ASAP! As a graduation gift, my mom sent me to see them. Gramps was in a home in CA at this point and nearly unresponsive and in a wheelchair. He never spoke or made contact with anyone anymore. When I saw him I held his hand and told him Shannon Bird was here. That's was my grandparents nickname for me. He immediately grabbed my hand and sort of stroked it, but still had his usual glazed over look in His eyes. I swear he knew I was there. During the same visit my grandmother told me that my non responsive had been randomly asking for his brother John out loud and appeared to have been addressing someone. John had been dead for many years. I flew home and he passed away two weeks later. I was the last of the grandchildren that he hadn't seen in a while.....coincidence that he passed away after seeing his Shannon Bird? Idk!

2) My SO (significant other) had a childhood friend who's house was haunted. He used to hang there as a kid, and oddly enough, I was also friends with that guy so I hung out at the same house occasionally. My SO claims to have been playing video games one night with the friend and looked out in the hallway to see an old lady just walking down the hallway. He questioned his friend immediately who just said "oh yeah that's our ghost". The family had seen her before. Apparently they had the house blessed at some point in time. My SO's friend now owns that house. I wonder if he still sees her?

3) last one! I have a nephew, who was 2 at the time this story occurred. We live in a rural area with no neighbors that could have been within eyesight. My nephew and I were outside just messing around and he stopped and look down the long driveway and said "I see you". It actually really creeped me out bc there was literally no one or anything he could have been talking to other than me. And I've always heard kids were sensitive at early ages. He also said "call me!" To the same thing about two seconds later haha so who knows!

Just wanted to share those few things after years of reading this thread!

Well, I was slunked down on the couch, feeling completely alone, when suddenly I had this feeling I WASN'T alone. At the end of the couch was a recliner and I suddenly was convinced SOMEONE was sitting in the recliner. I sat up on the couch (as you can imagine), and stared at the chair, scared to death. About that time, Tigger ambled out of the bedroom and STOPPED in the middle of the floor. She was staring right at the recliner and would not go any further. In fact, she backed up a couple of steps.

That did it. Very calmly I said out loud that whoever was in the chair was really scaring us and we'd like to not be scared. (I know - WHAT does that mean?) Suddenly I heard myself say, "Grandpa? Is that you?" I wasn't scared anymore, and Tigger actually took a step towards the chair. "I'm OK, Grandpa - I'll be OK," I said, not really aware that I'd intended to say anything. (My grandfather died in 1992.) Tigger walked AROUND the chair, about two feet from it, and did not take her eyes off of it as she walked. No kidding. Just a couple of seconds later I felt alone again - well, alone except for the ferret, who literally gave the chair a wide berth for the rest of the evening. She wouldn't go near the thing.

I have no doubt that animals can see and hear things we can't. I've always believed that.

When I worked in a nursing home we had a resident that was unpleasant to say the least. One day I was on bell duty (it was my responsibility to answer all the bells for 2 hours), and the man rang his bell and told me that there was a black dog under his bed. I looked under the bed, but there was nothing there. I thought that he could have possibly seen a dog because it was a hot day, and the front door to the home was open. I told him that the dog must have gone out of the door before I arrived. He rang the bell again a short time later, insisting that he could see a dog under the bed, again I couldn't see anything. This carried on. He became quite hysterical on one occasion shouting that the black dog under his bed was trying to bite him, and that it had red eyes. He looked terrified, and I couldn't calm him down for ages until the dog had disappeared. I handed over what happened to the nurse in charge, and went home as it was the end of my shift. The next day I was on an afternoon shift, and found out that the man had died not long after I had gone home.

It really freaked me out. He was a very unpleasant man, and I often wondered if the dog was there to take him away to you know where. One i'll never forget.

I used to work in an old catholic hospital. Where the labor and delivery unit is located now, it used to be the convent for the nuns that worked at this hospital. One of the nuns died of natural causes years ago. This nun loved and raised numerous varieties of roses. Ever since the OB department was moved to this area, anytime a mother or baby is having difficulties you can smell the scent of roses throughout the whole unit. The OB nurses know to be prepared when they start smelling the scent of roses. If a mother or baby dies, the room suddenly fills with rose petals. It is one of the creepiest, but also loving things that happens. I was standing in a room one night when the baby died. The room filled with white and pink rose petals. The nurses and family was creeped out.

I worked at another hospital where you would see a nurse in the old white dress and cap walk down the hallway and smile at you. Then she would walk into a patient's room and apply wrist restraints. All the nurses knew her. It was just Mildred who died 60 years ago. You just had to follow her so you can take the wrist restraints off.

Recently my family had very nice birthday party for my nephew Diego at the Hidden Pond Park. We got a nice program from the kids who helped out there, the kids told us parents that the place was haunted by ghosts of people who used to work there.

While in the basement of the nature place I was cleaning up after our party I was alone when I see a balloon just float by itself as if being pulled along by an unseen hand. All other balloons were on the floor - but this red one was being pulled around by the air or something. When my sister and mother come into room the balloon fell to the ground. It's very strange.

Seems that there are a lot of ghost stories in LTC facilities, and no surprise, with all the deaths. I am now working at a place that was built in the 60's, and one of the new 11-7 nurses told me that one night some of the nurses who had been there a while were trading creepy stories about the place....of course, I started asking around, and I got the usual stuff - call lights going on in rooms that patients had recently died in, the occasional late night sighting of a figure that on further inspection had disappeared - things like that.
By far the best story is the one I will tell here.

The building is one story, somewhat modern in the 70's style. Each unit has 4 halls radiating out from the nurses station, with 2 of the halls ending in glass exit doors. My unit is at the back of the building, facing the woods. Patients rooms have one outside wall of large windows. About 3 years ago, a new resident with mostly physical issues, only slight dementia, was admitted. She was in the last room at the end of one of the exit halls. After she had been there about a week, she started complaining about a man outside, looking in her windows. At first the nurses blew it off, thinking she was just confused, being in a new place, etc - I mean, some of the things the patients say are pretty wild, we are used to hearing all kinds of crazy things. But, with this lady, the complaints of this man became regular, and did not differ - always a man, standing right outside her window, looking in at her. They thought maybe we had a peeping Tom, and one of the male nurses started going outside to look every time she said the man was there. Being a heavily wooded area, there were a lot of places someone could hide - and he never found anyone out there. When one of the nurses questioned the resident more closely, she just said the same thing - a man, standing outside in the dark, right up close to her window, looking in at her. What really creeped me out is that she said she could see his eyes shining. Eventually she was transferred somewhere else, and no one else has complained about this man...but I am always on the lookout for him when I have to go in that room at night.....

My best friend's family is very devout Catholic. Her mother "Pat" is a very level-headed woman, has no flair for the dramatic, is just an all around straight shooter so I don't think she would make this up. In the summer of 1980 she had given birth to her fourth son. Although she had three other children, this baby was the first child of her second husband's. Her new husband was very excited to take on the father role of his newly blended family, but the birth of his own blood heir brought him some sadness. His mother, who he had been extremely close to, had recently passed away after a long battle with the after effects of a stroke, before she had a chance to meet her daughter-in-law or new grandchildren. At the time, it was something that he really struggled with and Pat said her new husband's sadness was often palpable.

One night, long after everyone else in the home had gone to bed, Pat heard the baby making a fuss and got up to nurse him in his room. After she was done feeding him and he had drifted off to sleep, Pat laid him in the crib and sat back down in the rocker instead of going back to bed. Pat was just sitting there rocking and looking at the crib when all of a sudden the entire right side of her body went numb and then became paralyzed. She sat in the chair for several minutes, unable to call out, trying to will the right side of body to move to no avail, panicked. Then, for reasons unknownst to her, Pat felt this overwhelming sense of calm and then a strong urge to grab the baby. So she struggled out of the rocker and dragged herself across the floor to the crib using only her left side. Pat was eventually able to grab the baby out of the crib and lay with him on the floor, holding him in her arms, rocking him while he slept. This went on for the next couple of hours. Pat says during this time she was completely lucid and calm but had no control over her voice or body, so she just stayed in her own head at peace and prayed. Eventually Pat drifted off to sleep and woke up the next morning able to move and speak again, on the floor with the baby.

Once she gathered herself, Pat woke her husband to tell him what had just happened and he was moved to tears. He explained to Pat that it must have been his mother visiting them, wanting to spend time with his first biological son, her grandchild. Prior to this, Pat had heard many stories about the woman who would have been her mother-in-law and knew she had passed because of a stroke, but she hadn't known until that morning that her mother-in-law had been paralyzed on her right side while she was alive. To this day, Pat just glows when she shares this story. She feels blessed that she got to "meet" her mother-in-law and could be the vessel that allowed her mother-in-law to "meet" her first grandchild as well.

I was on the Rappahannock River one afternoon fishing when I decided to start filming the eagles instead
since they were catching all the fish. Needless to say they out fished me. While I was filming the eagles
I saw something out of the left corner of my eye, it was a woman in white shorts and t-shirt, she was jogging.

When she passed by me I slowly looked the other way, I was checking her out. Well when I looked to my right
she was gone. It scared me so bad that I wouldn't talk about it until now and this happened to me over 15 years
ago.

I've shared this story on another thread but I believe my daughter gets visited by her great-grandmother. She used to tell us stories about her Nana all of the time which is funny because Nana died two days after my daughter was born. Before she died though, she used to tell me to hurry up and give her a baby girl. She was so excited about having a great granddaughter.

The most alarming story began when my daughter was 2.5 years old. She came to me and told me that her Nana was taking care of her little brother and that he would be coming to live with us soon. I laughed her off because my husband and I were taking every precaution, outside of abstinence, to avoid a pregnancy. I always knew within the first three weeks if I were expecting and there were no symptoms. Anyhow, after a couple of months I started feeling weird. I went to the doctor for a checkup and he decided to do a pregnancy test. The test came back negative. I started taking vitamins and trying to get some extra sleep because I was really dragging. I kept feeling this way for about another month, and I missed my period, so I went back to the doctor. Another pregnancy test, another negative result. We chalked it up to the financial stress we were under. He gave me some medication to bring my period on. After about two weeks the period didn't come but I kept remembering my daughter telling me about her little brother. Even if the tests had come back positive, my husband and I figured we would terminate the pregnancy because we were in no position to care for another child. I actually called some clinics to get information about the procedure because I've never had one and wanted to be informed. After finishing the medication, I went back to the doctor. He gave me another pregnancy test, this one came back positive. I was immediately scheduled for an ultrasound to make sure everything was ok. I found out I was 4.5 months pregnant. Too far along for me to feel ok about terminating. I also found out the baby was a boy. I was floored. Nana told my daughter that she had my baby boy, waiting for him to come home. She still tells us stories about her Nana but she seems to be more uncomfortable now that she is 9 years old.

It was in the summer of last year . When I went for a walk on the walking path in sugarland in Sterling . I saw this girl standing by a tree she was crying and holding a suit case . Than as I got closer to her she walked up to me and said I'm running away from home.

I said I'm sorry to hear. I looked up the walking path to see where she went and she was gone. I asked someone that has lived here for many years . And they told me the little girl is nine years old she got mad at her parents. And she was running away than she changed her mind and was headed back home and a drunk driver had hit her and killed her . I could tell she was a ghost she was pale and had the look of a nine year old back in the seventies.

Patients in our psych ward frequently complain to staff that they hear babies crying at night and one patient even saw baby footprints on the ceiling of her room one night - well, the OB department used to be in that space decades ago and is now in a totally different building across town (we have 2 different campuses to our hospital)

My best friend's grandfather died unexpectedly when we were in high school and her older sister, Lise, was very sad because she was 7-8 mos pregnant and her child would have been his first great-grandchild. A few weeks after the baby was born, Lise's husband was working 11-7 and she had the baby in a bassinet at the foot of her bed. She woke up suddenly and saw a figure at the end of the bed looking into the bassinet and she called "Randy (her husband) - is that you?" The figure looked up and she saw it was her grandfather, wearing the old plaid cap that he always wore and he said in his Scottish accent "It's ok - it's just me, Granda. I just wanted to see my great-grandchild. He's just beautiful." And then he disappeared. The baby never woke up at all through all of this.

I had a patient die slowly on my shift, surrounded by family. At various times of the day, he would call out names of family members who were already dead and comment on them in some way. For example, he called out "Hey Joe, you still smell! How about that?" and he started laughing. (Apparently, Uncle Joe had arthritis really bad in his shoulders and used to slather himself with some really strong smelling ointment) All day, he did this without opening his eyes. It freaked the family out at first, but they got used to it and I think it helped them let go of him because they knew he was going to be going to where family was.

My mother's father was comatose and dying. My parents were living literally on the other side of the country (in Canada) and they were hauling butt to get home before he died. (On a side note, my grandfather was very fastidious and always made sure his hair was just so and he was clean-shaven his whole life - which wasn't always easy to pull off since he was a logger and worked away from home for weeks a time in logging camps.) Anyway, my parents got to the hospital and my grandmother told him who had come - my mother is the oldest but the only one who didn't live local. He hadn't opened his eyes for days but he opened his eyes to look at my parents and then closed them again. He lived through the night and in the morning, the nurses came in and cleaned him up and he hadn't been shaved in a day or two so they did that too. 5-10 minutes after he was cleaned up, with my grandmother and all 6 kids around him, he opened his eyes, nodded and died. I think he was waiting for my mom and also didn't want to die unshaven.

Mofo Wrote:
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> Hmm no civil war ghosts from Manassas?

Actually, just north of Manassas in Warrenton there's a bridge over a small stream on Old Waterloo Rd (known as Rappahannock Station I) where JEB (on Culpepper Co side) was defeated by Jackson (Facquier Co side); 226 soldiers died there. There's a big field on where I assume soldiers camped because it's big enough.

Last Sat night of the super moon (sober and not on drugs, mind you), my sis-in-law & I were there at 12:30 a.m. We both looked at each other at the exact same time and I asked, "did you hear 2 drum beats?" Her eyes wide, she said yes. I heard 1 drum beat at 11 p.m. two weeks earlier when I went alone. There were lots of orbs (I'm a skeptic) until she complained her eyes were burning. I snapped a pic - and voila! There is an orb at her shoulder blade with a big, red blur below that. (NO comment from idiots, please!)

Went again same night at 3:05 a.m. with brother, and we heard TWO distinct booms from maybe two hills away-not loud, but loud enough to be caught on my voice recorder. NOT an M-80 nor fireworks. Plus we were driving home and bro said, "If someone had done that there would have been echos throughout the hills. There were none! Took Ghost Radar (skeptic as well) until we got the words: engineer (who rebuilt the bridge); difficulty (fighting); and others I can't remember right now.

Sis-in-law's parents there since mid-80s, and they, too, have heard lots of other stories.

Other reports:

The house on the Culpepper side was old post office, now private residence. Bro took photo back in the fall with two distinct red dots, and I swear it appeared the body was bending over, like they were looking at us, and there was a huge mist in the pic. NO ONE was smoking!

Sis-in-law's son saw the body of a man hanging from the center of the bridge, which was there Aug 1862 but rebuilt 1919. NO, he was NOT on drugs. He also saw a campfire at the far end of the stream.

There's an antebellum home next to the old post office where a local said one kid asked their mom, "who was the man in the gray suit with the bleeding arm?"

I swear...two weeks ago when I went alone I had my voice recorder and asked the normal questions: who's here? does anyone want to talk to me? I swear to god I heard, right after I asked, "can you tell me your name?" I heard a shout of "JACKson." I didn't know he was actually there until I did research the next day!

So, if anyone is bored, I suggest going! It is really cook because on the Facquier side there's a curve, and you park on the Culpepper side and walk on the bridge--it is so dark you can't even side the other side of the bridge! Creepy and fun to go!

PLEASE POST IF ANYONE HAS ANY EXPERIENCES.

JazzyGrace Wrote:
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> Mofo Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Hmm no civil war ghosts from Manassas?
>
> Actually, just north of Manassas in Warrenton
> there's a bridge over a small stream on Old
> Waterloo Rd (known as Rappahannock Station I)
> where JEB (on Culpepper Co side) was defeated by
> Jackson (Facquier Co side); 226 soldiers died
> there. There's a big field on where I assume
> soldiers camped because it's big enough.
>
> Last Sat night of the super moon (sober and not on
> drugs, mind you), my sis-in-law & I were there at
> 12:30 a.m. We both looked at each other at the
> exact same time and I asked, "did you hear 2 drum
> beats?" Her eyes wide, she said yes. I heard 1
> drum beat at 11 p.m. two weeks earlier when I went
> alone. There were lots of orbs (I'm a skeptic)
> until she complained her eyes were burning. I
> snapped a pic - and voila! There is an orb at her
> shoulder blade with a big, red blur below that.
> (NO comment from idiots, please!)
>
> Went again same night at 3:05 a.m. with brother,
> and we heard TWO distinct booms from maybe two
> hills away-not loud, but loud enough to be caught
> on my voice recorder. NOT an M-80 nor fireworks.
> Plus we were driving home and bro said, "If
> someone had done that there would have been echos
> throughout the hills. There were none! Took Ghost
> Radar (skeptic as well) until we got the words:
> engineer (who rebuilt the bridge); difficulty
> (fighting); and others I can't remember right
> now.
>
> Sis-in-law's parents there since mid-80s, and
> they, too, have heard lots of other stories.
>
> Other reports:
>
> The house on the Culpepper side was old post
> office, now private residence. Bro took photo back
> in the fall with two distinct red dots, and I
> swear it appeared the body was bending over, like
> they were looking at us, and there was a huge mist
> in the pic. NO ONE was smoking!
>
> Sis-in-law's son saw the body of a man hanging
> from the center of the bridge, which was there Aug
> 1862 but rebuilt 1919. NO, he was NOT on drugs. He
> also saw a campfire at the far end of the stream.
>
> There's an antebellum home next to the old post
> office where a local said one kid asked their mom,
> "who was the man in the gray suit with the
> bleeding arm?"
>
> I swear...two weeks ago when I went alone I had my
> voice recorder and asked the normal questions:
> who's here? does anyone want to talk to me? I
> swear to god I heard, right after I asked, "can
> you tell me your name?" I heard a shout of
> "JACKson." I didn't know he was actually there
> until I did research the next day!
>
> So, if anyone is bored, I suggest going! It is
> really cook because on the Facquier side there's a
> curve, and you park on the Culpepper side and walk
> on the bridge--it is so dark you can't even side
> the other side of the bridge! Creepy and fun to
> go!
>
> PLEASE POST IF ANYONE HAS ANY EXPERIENCES.


Wow, that's a great story. Can you post up the picture so we can see it? All you have to do is have in on your computer and attach it when you post.

My daughters boyfriend took this photo last Saturday night at about 1:30 am and by chance later realized in the top right side there is a man in the picture over my dog that sleeps. We are still investigating and trying to learn more about this figure in the picture.

Our home is only 6 years old but is built on what use to be many Union camps.
Attachments:

1ST PHOTO: Ribbon-spirit. This cannot be a bug due to the fact that it seems to stop midair then fly straight down again. NO ONE was smoking; we have pics w/smoke, and they are not ribbon-shaped nor as defined as this.

2nd PHOTO: Mist over bridge railing - This is not a reflection of anything on the bridge because other pics do not show this.

Sadly, photo of sis-in-law didn't show orb behind her, and I assume the other photos of orbs won't show here either. I will try again, though!




JazzyGrace Wrote:
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> Mofo Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Hmm no civil war ghosts from Manassas?
>
> Actually, just north of Manassas in Warrenton
> there's a bridge over a small stream on Old
> Waterloo Rd (known as Rappahannock Station I)
> where JEB (on Culpepper Co side) was defeated by
> Jackson (Facquier Co side); 226 soldiers died
> there. There's a big field on where I assume
> soldiers camped because it's big enough.
>
> Last Sat night of the super moon (sober and not on
> drugs, mind you), my sis-in-law & I were there at
> 12:30 a.m. We both looked at each other at the
> exact same time and I asked, "did you hear 2 drum
> beats?" Her eyes wide, she said yes. I heard 1
> drum beat at 11 p.m. two weeks earlier when I went
> alone. There were lots of orbs (I'm a skeptic)
> until she complained her eyes were burning. I
> snapped a pic - and voila! There is an orb at her
> shoulder blade with a big, red blur below that.
> (NO comment from idiots, please!)
>
> Went again same night at 3:05 a.m. with brother,
> and we heard TWO distinct booms from maybe two
> hills away-not loud, but loud enough to be caught
> on my voice recorder. NOT an M-80 nor fireworks.
> Plus we were driving home and bro said, "If
> someone had done that there would have been echos
> throughout the hills. There were none! Took Ghost
> Radar (skeptic as well) until we got the words:
> engineer (who rebuilt the bridge); difficulty
> (fighting); and others I can't remember right
> now.
>
> Sis-in-law's parents there since mid-80s, and
> they, too, have heard lots of other stories.
>
> Other reports:
>
> The house on the Culpepper side was old post
> office, now private residence. Bro took photo back
> in the fall with two distinct red dots, and I
> swear it appeared the body was bending over, like
> they were looking at us, and there was a huge mist
> in the pic. NO ONE was smoking!
>
> Sis-in-law's son saw the body of a man hanging
> from the center of the bridge, which was there Aug
> 1862 but rebuilt 1919. NO, he was NOT on drugs. He
> also saw a campfire at the far end of the stream.
>
> There's an antebellum home next to the old post
> office where a local said one kid asked their mom,
> "who was the man in the gray suit with the
> bleeding arm?"
>
> I swear...two weeks ago when I went alone I had my
> voice recorder and asked the normal questions:
> who's here? does anyone want to talk to me? I
> swear to god I heard, right after I asked, "can
> you tell me your name?" I heard a shout of
> "JACKson." I didn't know he was actually there
> until I did research the next day!
>
> So, if anyone is bored, I suggest going! It is
> really cook because on the Facquier side there's a
> curve, and you park on the Culpepper side and walk
> on the bridge--it is so dark you can't even side
> the other side of the bridge! Creepy and fun to
> go!
>
> PLEASE POST IF ANYONE HAS ANY EXPERIENCES.
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I was walking around some condos, when I first walk through them I felt fine but when I was coming back everything felt different. When I got closer I started to hear crying and weeps. I didn't pay much attention to it.As I got closer to that condo I didn't hear the crying and weeping anymore but I could hear what clearly was a woman's laughter. As I came around the corner I saw what I thought to be a girl playing on the ground just outside of the condo.

At the moment I saw her everything changed, the environment, the wind, myself. Now this was around 11:30 pm. So I thought it was it was kind of strange that there was a little girl playing at this time. As I walked past her she started to change. When I was across the street from her it's like she grew she looked bigger. Once I was behind and far from her I looked back. She looked like an old woman. Hair completely white, she was wearing a white dress. There was something behind her, a thick black mass. As I move away from her or it the black mass changes size and moved around. I decide to just keep walking.

When I was faraway from the condo everything went back to normal I felt safe again, I kept walking on the side walk. A car went past me at the same time a small black thing went across my face almost hitting me.

Could this black thing be the same black mass behind the strange woman or just a bird, I don't know I'm not sure and honestly I don't want to know.

We took this photo at a hotel in Bristol, TN on December,24 2008. My wife was looking at the hotel door when I took the picture, because she thought she heard something. We saw nothing at the time and no one else was with us in the room. The next day I uploaded the picture into my laptop and saw on the far left, what appears to be be a torso, head and wide open mouth with some sort of appendage in front of it. We felt a little strange when we entered the room, not scared, but strange.

It was very startling what we saw in the photo.
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A friend of mine parents' house is haunted by a Civil War (Confederate) ghost - they live near the Fairfax County Parkway and West Ox, near theWest Ox batterfield. Spooky story!

On Sunday March 22, 2009 my boyfriend and I were walking around Blacksburg VA taking pictures on my smartphone, a motorola q9c which has a 1. 3 mp camera. It was a sunny day, and not being familiar with my camera phone, the setting was on cloudy, thus the blue hue.We were specifically looking for the stone marking the 1755 Shawnee Indian attack on draper's meadow, now known as the duck pond. My boyfriend called me last night and told me that he and his friend were looking at the picture on his computer and they saw a lady holding a man's headless body. I looked and saw a lady also and what I think is a pile of dead leaves in front of her, it being early spring.She is sitting beyond the wall, just to the left of the tree in the middle of the picture. She has dark hair in an up-do and a dark dress.
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Drapersghost: negative
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I walk frequently over in veterans memorial park, very nice peacefull place. I took some pictures with my camera and found this one. It was not taken through glass, it was a very cloudy day. Make of it as you will, but to me and everyone I have shown it too see's a man staring right at the camera wearing a hat seems like he has shoulder pads as well..

Maybe a general from long ago?.
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I've lived in Nokesville, Virginia for about 10 years now. Seems like every new years day night
(the first night of the new year) I see the same little girl standing in the middle of Bristow Rd.
These incidents the first few times almost made me wreck my car.

Heading towards 234 pkwy, before Keyser Rd. Very creepy young girl dressed in all white holding a
bear. Many of my friends have spotted this little girl and hope they never see her again.

Everyone in northern Virginia has heard the legend of the Bunny Man Bridge and me being a teenager decided to go with some friends at night. It was about 11 pm when we got there, it was very creepy and spooky. Driving up the bridge I put the high beams up so I could see everything. Me and my friends got out of the car and went on the bridge which has a railroad on it. We were there looking at our surroundings which were illuminated by the full moon. Out of now where we heard screaming, not yelling but screaming. It was so scary we though someone was pulling a prank on us but we were the only ones there. Me and my other friend ran off the bridge while our third friend stayed on. She soon came after us saying she saw something across from her.

We got in the car and it wouldn't start. It was like straight out of a horror movie. We finally get it to start and drive away looking out onto the bridge searching for anyone or anything and saw nothing. After 5 minutes we came back to the bridge and saw a train go by where we were standing. At first we thought it was a railroad warning sign going off but then realized why would there be one if there was no intersection on the railroad because the car road was below the bridge while the railroad was on the bridge. .

On the mountain road. During the 1940's there was a tragic accident that caused the death of a young couple. The legend says at midnight when you're driving on that road you will all of sudden see two headlights ahead of you coming in the opposite direction.It get's closer and closer until finally you think the other driver is going to pass you.... But they don't. They just disappear. I heard a couple of kids would play a hoax on people by riding their dirt bikes two a breast with huge old style flash lights. They would cut out their lights and kill their engines as the other drivers got close and duck in a ditch. They would freak people out. Until one night they saw headlights coming towards them getting closer and closer until...Then nothing passed them!!! They never did played a prank like that again. Yes there are ghosts in Aldie!

I recently moved to a new condo in Gainesville. It never occurred to me that the condo might have been built
where another structure may have existed long ago. Not knowing the Civil War history of the area I never expected
to see what I did.

I was sleeping in the bedroom my first or second week here and I awoke to the sound of soft footsteps walking
across the carpet. I was suddenly overcome with the dreadful feeling that there was someone lying in the bed
with me. When I dared turn to look I saw a very old woman lying right next to me. I quickly looked away not
knowing what to do or whether I was in fact awake. A few moments later I heard the same soft footsteps and
when I looked I saw the old woman wearing a white dress walking away through the doorway to the living room.

She reappeared the following night. I was so scared although she didn't seem threatening. She just seemed to
be doing what she would do in her own life - in her own space - perhaps in her own home. Once I began to research
ghost sightings in Gainesville and read about the Civil War connection it began to make sense.

God rest their souls.
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My friend and I were sitting in her basement in bridlewood manor at about 3 am our other 3 friends were sleeping on the couch on the other side of the room. We were about to turn of the lights and call it a night.Once we turned off the lights we looked up and it was a Civil War soldier walking back and forth literally 2 feet away from us. We both saw it and screamed turn on the lights and woke our friends up.I never did go in that basement again. To even that it wasn't just our eyes wigging out cause it was late. I asked her what it looked like, and she described just how I saw it. A soldier dressed in blue outfit with a rifle on his back with golden buttons almost as if he was Marching.

It all made sense, since Gainesville was a path during the Civil War, my friend and his dad use to go metal detecting right by giant on Linton hall and find dropped clay Civil War bullets.. I get goose bumps just thinking about that ghost.

Sorry not in Fairfax but in Haymarket Va, some people have recently seen a tall spooky, male gray ghost wearing a suit (like Sherlock Holme's outfit) and wearing a conductors hat walking on the train tracks. Interestingly enough, nobody has seen him before in this area, so he's a new ghost, but he's dressed like someone from the mid to late 1800's.

I know that there have been reports of Ghost Lights along the tracks before (all over Virginia), but this guy is new and no lights. Where did he come from all of a sudden?

Lived in two different units in what was then known as Carey Brook Apartments, this was in about 1969 and later on about 1972 through 76. I am now 48 years old and I am still troubled by the ghostly visits I and other family members experienced there. I won't mention the exact addresses of these two units, I don't want to alarm the current residents but I am not sure if this is the right thing to do. Maybe they should know, but if it's still going on they probably already do. One word of advice, it doesn't do any good to keep the lights on.

A couple years ago we rented a town house in Ashburn VA. It was located by the intersection of Crosson Rd and old Ryan Rd. Near the Harris teeter. The house was pretty new but after a few weeks some strange things started happening.

My 3 year old daughter had no issues sleeping in her room but for some reason after a couple of weeks she was terrified to be in there alone. She said that she feels her bed shaking at night. I tried for a couple of times to sleep in her room with her hoping that she would get used to it and sleep on her own again.
One night while I was laying on her bed and she was already asleep I heard tapping on the head board and realized that the crucifix I tied on her bed post was slightly shaking making the tapping sound I hear.

The problem was I was not moving and she was very still. I laid there and watch this happen for a few minutes. We finally gave up and my daughter started sleeping in our room. I did not think anything was wrong until one morning when my daughter and I woke up I was laying in bed and she was sitting up facing me with the bedroom door behind her (slightly open) I saw someone quickly peek in the door and the door shook.

My daughter right away heard the door move and said who was that daddy? I thought it was my wife hiding from her so I played along with it. I then realized that it was already 8 am and my wife told me the night before that she would need to be at work by 6 am.

Now I started to panic thinking there was an intruder in the house. I quickly got up and grabbed one of my golf clubs and started going room to room. The doors were locked no cars outside... I don't know what we saw.

Since we were Catholic my wife and I decided to ask a priest to bless the house which is something we do anyway every time we move into a new home. The priest came blessed the house walked around each room and splashed holy water. That same night my daughter was able to sleep in her room alone peacefully. I experienced other things in the house that I can now relate to some type of haunting. I sometimes saw shadows go pass me but when I turn to look nothing was there.

One time I was taking a shower and I heard a loud bang in the bedroom wall. I was pretty sure it was my daughter or wife just getting home. When I walked out of the shower the French doors to the master was wide open up against the walls
and nobody was home and we never open both doors together.

One was always latched. We no longer live there.

I live in Fairfax now, but I had a very bad ghost encounter when we lived in Michigan. It was 1989 I believe at around 9:30pm-10:00pm and everyone in the house was was already settled in except for my two oldest sisters (13-14) they were getting ready for bed and were the bathroom which had a connecting door to the basement near the toilet. My oldest sister was actually using the restroom while the other was brushing her hair.

Well, as she was doing that she heard a strange noise coming from the basement. (see she was the one that actually told me this story. I was too young to remember anything) She asked my oldest sister if she heard the noise and she said yes. So then she walks over to the basement door and opens it slowly. She peaked her head around the corner to see the most chocking thing that she has ever seen. She told me she saw this person or demon crawling up the stairs like how a baby would, dressed in this clown suit, holding what looked like a knife in his hand. She told me it was like a dwarf because it was smaller then a midget. She gasped and could not move. When she did that it looked up at her with this "freaky" grin then put the knife in its mouth and started up the steps more quickly stumbling and catching its toes on each step because of how short it was. She could still not move but was making a hesitant sound that scared my oldest sister that then grabbed her arm but could not move her as if she was transfixed on the demon by a force.

Just about near the top she then let out a scream. She then told me that the "thing" stopped, stood up on the steps to then laugh at her sounding like a child. Then he fell backwards falling on the steps with dead weight looking like a person with no control of there limbs. She was then pulled into the bathroom with the door shutting hard.

My dad heard the scream and came to the bathroom. They told them what happened and he went downstairs to find what they saw. He could not find anything that resembled what they told him.

Scott.
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I live in Big Island,virgina. I saw the picture you posted on a haunted buildings site and decided to check into it. The building used to be an old bank. A man was shot there. Still searching for more information.

I took some pictures myself and one is very interesting. I plan on going back and taking more, and doing more research.
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I was fishing down by the river and I saw a canoe coming from upstream. As the canoe came closer I saw that the people in the canoe were dressed up as old day Indians. I assumed it was some kind of cultural appreciation thing.
As they came closer I greeted them but they didn't hear me. So I called out a bit louder and then the canoe just vanished into nothing. It didn't sink or anything like that it just disappeared. I got so startled I stumbled and fell in the water.

It was a really strange experience.

The weirdest thing that has ever happened to me in the hospital was about 22 years ago. We had just passed out all the dinner trays and we had gotton KFC . I told the other LVN and CNA's to go ahead and eat their chicken and I would watch the call lights. I was at the nursing station when a woman who was a patient walked up to me and said ," My roommate is choking.I asked her what room and she replied "Room 211B". I know I probably rolled my eyes at her because people always came up tell us that someone was choking and they really weren't. I started walking down the long hall thinking to myself " this woman is not choking, I'll walk real fast" then I thought to myself what if she is choking , I'd better run.then I thought this woman is not choking I'll wallk fast. and then I thought she might be choking I'd better run. Well when I got halfway down the hall I heard (and I don't heard voices) a man say "RUN"! His voice was loud and kind of vibrating but it didn't hurt my ears. I didn't even contemplate or question him. It was definitly a man's voice. If it was my own mind talking to myself I would hear my own voice.Anyways as I walked in the room I saw this little old lady and I asked her can you speak and she shook her head NO. So I got behind her in the bed and pushed her body a little forward so I could give her the hemlich. Being old she was a little stiff. So I then gave her one hemlich thurst. nothing happened, then all of a sudden it seemed like everything went in slow motion and I could see that her earlobe was cyanotic, a shade of light purple. I then gave her another abd. thurst and out flew a piece of meat. She was OK but we sent her to CCU overnight because she had some EKG changes. She came back to us the next day. To me it was not scary at all, if anything it was comforting. I don't know who it was but I believe it was a guardian angel. or Jesus or God. Whoever he was he told me to run and if I had been a few seconds late this little old lady would probably have died.

I also had a patient die in room 210B. A lot of the rooms were empty down at the other end of this hall. We had already cleaned her up , just waiting for the morturary to come and pick up her body and the other bed in the room was empty. I was at the nursing station when a call light went on. Guess who's light it was? It was the little old lady that just expired light's. I felt oh my god someone come down there with me and see what's going on down there. Another nurse went with me and sure enough the light was on and the lady was still expired. I turned off the light . I don't know who did it maybe the same guy that told me to RUN with the choking lady.

One of my coworkers told me whe was working at this really old hospital and had a patient in a back room on a vent and she was sitting nearby and thought she seen something in the corner of her eye. Then her patient's alarms on the vent starting going off like crazy. She said she went to his bedside and he had this very frightened look on his face and was shaking and freaking out. Since he was intubated. she gave him the notepad that he had and he wrote that a man that looked like a black shadow was hovering over his bed and was trying to get him. She said it was really creepy because she also said that she thought she saw something in the corner of her eye but didn't really see anything or anybody. I think that the patient did expired the next day.

I worked in a nursing home for 2 years and had a few experiences during the night shift. I had probably been there for 5 or 6 months before seeing/feeling anything (heard lots of stories though)...it was about 3am and I was going from room to room emptying water pitchers and picking up misc dirty laundry left over from the evening shift. I always snuck into the rooms without turning on any lights so that I wouldn't disturb anyone as they slept. I went into one of the resident's bathrooms, grabbed a couple washcloths, and as I dumped the water into the sink, I got a chill. I looked up into the mirror to see if the window behind me was open...and there was a man's "face" just to the left of mine in the reflection. I bolted outa that room and up to the well-lit nurses station. Needless to say, from then on when emptying pitchers at night, the bathroom light was on BEFORE I stepped foot inside...especially that room.

I also had an experience at a house I lived in for a few years. My first night there I was sitting on my bed and the shower in the master bathroom turned on by itself. I didn't really think much about it at that time...I just got up to shut it off and as soon as I got to the door, it shut off. That's the only time it did that...but there were a few nights that the bathroom light turned off and on for an hour...not to mention LOTS of "seeing things out of the corner of my eye". There were also a few times while doing dishes that it felt like someone was tugging on my clothes...or playing with my hair. My mom and I believe it could've been our neighbor, my mom's best friend for many years, who died in my mom's arms a few years earlier. OH...lol...we also believe she "pushed" my mom's ex out of a tree...breaking his arm.

The first time I met our ghost was actually when I had just started on the IMCU when one night the ICCU transfered a patient to me. Shortly after his arrival he beagn talking about "the man" the"man in the long black robe" who had followed him from ICCU and that he "wasn't going to get me" So, I decided to find out on just why they had moved him so rapidly to the floor....Well the story goes whoever sees the man in the "Long Black Robe" dies. Apparently he decided to follow my patient to IMCU and the patinet was not going to let him get him! He refused to stay in his room so I finally gave up....2 doors down we had an unexpected Cardiac Arrest on a young patient who died....We came out out from the Code and low and behold My patient had gone to bed. I was shocked so I actually woke him up and I asked why he had finally gone to bed and he said......"It's Okay now He's gone" Well, Many years later and many "sightings" I was caring for an elderly lady when she suddenly said "that patient over there must be very ill I will pray for them" I was suprised as the patient was a 52yo "stable plasty" so I asked her what made her say that. She replied that "that priest in the long black robe has been ther all day so I thought they were dying so I'll pray for them too" The patient coded and died by the end of that shift!

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> I live in Big Island,virgina. I saw the picture
> you posted on a haunted buildings site and decided
> to check into it. The building used to be an old
> bank. A man was shot there. Still searching for
> more information.
>
> I took some pictures myself and one is very
> interesting. I plan on going back and taking more,
> and doing more research.


I delivered a load to a plant there took a cell phone pic of an old house I was intrigued with,'' after I dl it to my computer I noticed what looked like a ghost in it. Wow amazing. You decide. You all are locals, but would like to know more and the history of this house too.
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In February 2009 - while we were preparing to serve dinner for a large crowd in the Bowling Green town hall I had an odd experience. I was in the kitchen area and heard what I thought was a woman sobbing in the storage room.
As I reached the storage room door I found that it was locked. I then heard low voices and chairs scrapping. Thinking it may be my husband delivering chairs I tried the door but it found it locked.

I went around into the ballroom and looked for another way into the storage room but there was only one entrance which was the locked door in the kitchen. When I told the building Secretary of my experience she said that she had heard voices music and such on several occasions when she visited the kitchen and believed the building was ''haunted'' possibly from a time when it was used as a uso club during world war 2.

I just moved to Dumfries and the first night I went out back to smoke a cigarette.
I heard tapping on the gutters, of course I dismissed it as an animal or debris falling.
But over the course of the week it happened every time I went out without fail each time
becoming more frequent and more intense.

I began to think it something more sinister like a roommate pranking me or a burglar. So
the next time it happened I jumped off my deck thinking it would be a person and I would
catch them in the act but nothing could've prepared me for what I happened upon. In the
corner of the lower patio by the gutter was what appeared to be a crouching child in tattered
clothes facing the brick wall scratching at the linoleum siding to it's right side . I was in
complete shock I though it was an injured or disturbed child so I said in a surprised voice
oh my god , are you O.K. While apprehensively approaching the ''child''. But before I could
take two steps the ''child'' rapidly spun around and arose faster than anything I could possibly
comprehend and I what I saw still haunts my waking moments to this day.

This was no child. The first thing I saw was the creatures torso and chest both of which had
the appearance of being ripped open inside it was hollow except for a dripping mass of black
liquid almost like oil. As I looked up at the creatures face I saw only a snarling black mouth
with jagged shark like teeth dripping with the same black liquid . Other then ''it's'' mouth it
had no eyes nose or any other distinguishable features .

I though the creature was extremely tall upon it arising but when I looked down I realized it was
hovering slightly . Frozen with fear and confusion I looked back up and the creature was literally
an inch from my face.

I was so scared I closed my eyes just hoping this ''thing'' wasn't real and when I opened them it
would be gone . As soon as I closed my eyes I felt a cold breath in my ear and the words 'god is
not here'.

I opened my eyes and the creature was gone . The whole experience literally lasted a matter of 10-15
seconds . I understand that those reading this may find it far fetched and think it's made up. I never
bought into ghost stories. In all honesty I thought people saying that stuff were nuts or full of it.
But after my experience I can tell you without a doubt in my mind these apparitions or spirits or whatever
you want to call em' exist in a big way.

I work on a Memory Care Unit in assisted living, and recently we had a transfer a resident into a nursing home. Wednesday night they startted getting calls from his empty apartment. These calls continued through most of Thursday, we were notified that he had died Thursday evening.

Now another aide on the unit was telling me that she kept hearing things out of his empty apartment. Bumps, thumps, dragging noises. I just kind of shrugged her off. Then middle of Saturday night we hear a loud crash, it sounded like someone went down, walker and all. My co-worker and I jolt up from the desk and start checking apartments, nothing is disturbed and all residents are tucked nicely away in their beds. We both poke our heads in the residents old apartment. It was the general area the noise came from. Nothing.

Sunday night I'm sitting at the desk and hear a thump on the wall behind me. The other side of the wall is the resident's old bathroom. Then early Monday morning as we were giving report to dayshift, we hear another crash, same as the previous. The co-worker I was working with was the same one the first time I heard the crash, we both just mumble something about the resident.

This story is hearsay but comes from a very reliable source. Source is a very responsible, smart nursing supervisor who I have never known to lie.

One night she was working ER when paramedics brought in a 30-ish pt. who was coding. This nurse "Mary" and the doctors and other nurses worked on the pt. for 45 mins. before dr. called it. Mary went to get a clean gown and other supplies and went back to the room after about 10 mins. She cleaned him up and was in the room finishing charting the code, etc. when the deceased pt. sat up in bed and shouted "Beware! The gates of hell have opened!" As soon as he said this he fell back on the bed. She went to him to check for a pulse and of course there wasn't one. The whole ER heard this and came running.

This is charted so I really doubt she's lying about this one.

In June of 2012 I was invited to my brother-in-law's house in Woodbridge VA on Grassy Knoll Ct.
It is a relatively quiet neighborhood although many kids in the area with a nearby basketball court.
As we were out in the backyard cleaning up after a party we heard movement through the woods behind
the house.

My brother in law suggested that it was a deer. As we were finishing up and heading inside we heard
it again. Out of the corner of my eye I then saw a very tall lady dressed in white, no clearly visible
legs with very large looking eyes. As I turned around to look at her she then looked at me and walked a
few steps toward the right and suddenly vanished although I could hear her walking away. I was terrified
and could not sleep at night.

The next day we went to see where we thought we saw her. There were 4-5 large footprints in the mud, only
left sided. Oddly it was almost 10 inches in length in the shape of a human foot. In the following weeks
my brother in law saw a similar lady in the house several times. They decided to subsequently move out of
the area.

this one house i lived in when i was in high school was really bizarre :uhoh21: . at first things would just happen to my friends that would visit me. i was a teenager so of course i would have friends spend the night. my best friend Carly was a true skeptic...didn't believe in anything..well one night she stayed at my house and woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. she got up and started walking down the hallway and felt like i was behind her. she said she was even talking to whatever it was behind her because she thought it was me. when she got to the bathroom door she said "hey i'll just be a second". but of course no one responded because i was asleep in my bed. Carly then said she felt the hairs stand up on the back of her neck and she said "ang are you there?" because she didn't see anyone in the hallway and right when she said that she heard two feet dig into the carpet as they made a sharp turn and then she heard someone run down the hallway, but of course no one was there. she came back to my room and woke me up and we checked all the bedrooms and my parents and sister were all sound asleep. after that she never came over to my house again...i had to go to her place. another girl spent the night and said she woke up in the middle of the night and saw a decorative plate come off my wall float across the room and then float in front of her face and then it went back on the wall just like nothing had happened. as for me and my family having experiences...i hated that house from day one and never felt at ease in it...everyone in my family including me would sometimes feel a cat brush up against their legs and even feel the tail curl around their leg when they were walking down the back hallway, but we had no pets at that time! then we actually did get a cat after we had been there a few years and then it got really weird. i would be in my room and after everyone was asleep (i was a nightowl) our new cat would come meow at my door i would open the door and it would stare at me and then it would walk to the staircase. it just had this look like "follow me" so i would walk to the steps then it would go down a few steps and i would follow then a few more steps and i would follow and so on. each time it just kept staring at me. then we got to the bottom of the stairs which was the dining room. then the cat would go under the table and stop. at that point i would be standing in the dining room and directly in front of me on the wall was must have been a hundred orbs shining in blue and purple colors and a few white ones. they were so bright and swirled all around in the air. i felt the most intense feeling of just evil. at that point i would haul butt back to my room as fast as i could. i followed the cat maybe 3 or 4 times (i'm too curious i guess) and each time this would happen...after the last time that was it for me. the last thing that happened in that house was me and my sister were downstairs doing homework and we were alone in the house while my parents were shopping. all of a sudden we heard the dresser drawers in my parents room opening and slamming shut really loud. we ran outta of that house sooo fast. then we went to a neighbors and had him look through the house. there was no one there, no tv or radio on and no sign of entry. trust me my parents are paranoid and they kept the house locked like a fortress with alarms and stuff so we would have known if someone broke in. the day we moved out was one of the best days of my life. the whole time we were there we were all depressed and miserable, my dad's business went bankrupt and we all fought everyday. when we moved out all of a sudden things got better like nothing had happened. a few years ago i told my sister what happened with the cat and the orbs and she said the same thing had happened to her and she saw the orbs too and felt this sense of evil, but she was only in middle school so she didn't think anyone would believe her.
ok a few more experiences i have had.
i used to have a friend that lived in savannah GA and i went down there to help her get ready to move out. the reason she and her 2 other room mates was leaving was because every night the one girl would wake up in the middle of the night screaming and feeling as if someone was choking her. she said it felt like a man and he was a dark figure and he would whisper "die b**** die" in her ear. then the room mates would rush into her room and there would be no one there. one day my friend was alone and in the bathroom and she heard a man whistle in her ear and when she looked around and found no one she heard a man's voice laughing. the last straw was one morning they woke up and on the hall closet door was a child's writing all over the bottom half of the door. in the middle was a drawing of a house which looked like kinda like the house they lived in with an X over one of the rooms and all around the drawing in a spiral was the words "i see i see i see i see i see" and in the middle by the house drawing was a big "YOU" so it said " i see i see i see i see YOU". they tried painting over it and it wouldn't disappear. i saw this with my two own eyes when i was there to help her pack. i almost passed out when i heard the story and saw the drawing.
the last story is about my granny. my sister and i used to live in NYC and one night i got a call from my mother saying my grandma "granny" was very sick and in the hospital. they said her body was shutting down but they wouldn't say the words dying, but of course i knew. they said she was aware and she couldn't talke because of her breathing tube but that she could hear me. so they put the phone to her ear and i told her how i loved her and would miss her and then i hung up crying. but then i felt there was more i needed to say so i called back and said put the phone to granny's ear one more time and then i just spilled my heart to her. i told her that she was more like a mother to me and how she was the one person that i felt loved me unconditionally and always believed in me and how i would miss her everyday and how she was my most favorite person in the whole world. my parents said she understood me by the way she looked into their eyes and that she tried to talk but couldn't. i hung up again crying and asked my sister if she wanted to say goodbye too and she said she just couldn't handle it. so she and i laid down on my bed holding each other, crying until we fell asleep. at about 10 after 7am i woke up to see my sister asleep with her hand on the phone next to my bed. i woke her up and asked what she was doing. she woke up and told me that she was just dreaming and that in her dream granny called her on the phone and told her she was in another place and that she was happy and in no more pain and that she wanted to tell her goodbye because she wasn't able to the night before. then she told my sister that me and her needed to come home and be with the family and that we all needed to be together. then i had woken her up and we both just stared at each other. then the phone rang and my mom said granny had died a few minutes after 7 am. we just knew it was her saying goodbye. we went home for the funeral and for 3 days after everynight me and my sister woke up to see granny watching us sleep from the foot of the bed. my parents never said if they saw her, but for the first time in their lives they slept with the light on for those 3 nights. after the 3rd night she never came back...i think she was checking on us to make sure we were ok before she went on to heaven. so these are my very personal stories ...i hope you can find them meaningful in some way.

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> In June of 2012 I was invited to my
> brother-in-law's house in Woodbridge VA on Grassy
> Knoll Ct.
> It is a relatively quiet neighborhood although
> many kids in the area with a nearby basketball
> court.
> As we were out in the backyard cleaning up after a
> party we heard movement through the woods behind
> the house.
>
> My brother in law suggested that it was a deer. As
> we were finishing up and heading inside we heard
> it again. Out of the corner of my eye I then saw a
> very tall lady dressed in white, no clearly
> visible
> legs with very large looking eyes. As I turned
> around to look at her she then looked at me and
> walked a
> few steps toward the right and suddenly vanished
> although I could hear her walking away. I was
> terrified
> and could not sleep at night.
>
> The next day we went to see where we thought we
> saw her. There were 4-5 large footprints in the
> mud, only
> left sided. Oddly it was almost 10 inches in
> length in the shape of a human foot. In the
> following weeks
> my brother in law saw a similar lady in the house
> several times. They decided to subsequently move
> out of
> the area.


21 June 2012 ~ 22:45 walking down Oakwood over the last hill halfway down to the roundabout at the end of the road I saw a figure walking toward me on the other side of the road, walked like an adult man. The whole thing was white, I got to within 20 yards of it. I turned and began walking down my driveway looked back and it was gone.

We lived on Valleywood Drive in the late 70's early 80's. Our house was definitely haunted. My brother and I on separate occasions (years apart) saw a man in white Civil War era clothing with long white hair in and about our house and walking the streets.

Old haunted orphan houses - Woodbridge,Virginia
http://hauntedplacesofusa.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-haunted-orphan-houses.html

Many years ago off of Route 1 in Woodbridge, Virginia were several houses that belonged to old families who would adopt orphans as a way of life. The
problem is that big corporal companies came in to build over the houses
and so the families were evicted. Years later when the land had begin
to furnish again, contractors decided to build over the houses since
the plan to construct when they had been torn down had been shunned.
When construction began several appearances had been sighted of
children running around and giggling in the woods. Machinery started to
malfunction and people started to disappear in the woods when bodies of
the children had been found in unmarked stone graves around the houses.
The area of land is located across from the junkyard that sits across
the street from the original orphan house all the way to the forest
miles behind and next to Potomac library. The only people who were able
to survive in the area and camp there were homeless people. It is said
that the orphans take pity on their misfortune and spare them the life
they had previously lead. That goes to show even the dead show
sympathy.

Wow! So many amazing stories. I have to share one. I heard this firsthand, from nurses and residents who were there the night it happened. I was working in a SICU. Several years prior in that SICU, there was a patient admitted who had been stabbed and was extremely critical. A resident who was at the hospital that night must have heard about it and came up to check it out or help out, whatever. The room where the patient was located was right next to a stairwell. The resident was making his way up the stairwell when he saw a very evil, menacing apparition of a human head chasing his way up the stairs. He made it into the SICU, but was pale as a ghost himself! The nurses who saw him passed it off as one resident who worked too, too many hours! In fact, as the resident was getting up those stairs to go to the SICU, the stab victim died.

Turns out the stabbing victim was a gangleader, a big time criminal. Therefore, his murder made the news. The next morning, the resident was looking at the Boston Herald and lo and behold, a picture of the stab victim was there - it was the SAME face that had menacingly chased him up the stairs. He was totally, totally freaked out and when we asked him about the story years later, you could tell it still spooked him!

the room in which the stab victim died was haunted. I don't know if that is because of that event or another, but people reported feeling someone breathing closely behind their neck, but no one would be there. Stuff like that.

I, personally, was hardly surprised to find out that the stairwell had been haunted at one point, because I always had the most foreboding, eerie feeling going up that stairwell...like evil. Well after hearing that story, it is safe to say I took the other stairs after that!

Having worked in critical care for a while, I can't say I have definitely had any haunted experiences myself. But I do find it amazing that there are certain rooms, for whatever reason, that seem to have bad luck - one admission after another dying, many unexpected or at least earlier than expected. There is definitely a strong psychic energy in ICUs, hospices, NHs, anywhere people die frequently. I think even more so in places where people die of traumas/accidents. Freaky stuff. :spin:

In Graningers Mobile Park there are two fields in the front of the park and a grave yard in the back and sometimes at 1 am a woman in a white flowing dress will be seen dancing in the field by the woods! I live in the back of the park and my back yard is separated from the cemetery by a chain link fence and when we moved in so many things happened at our house that we had it blessed just to get it to ''slow down''.

There's the legend of the Phantom Rider out at Woodlawn Plantation near Mount Vernon.

http://books.google.com/books?id=osFPF4di118C&pg=PA4&lpg=PA4&dq=fairfax+county+library+ghost&source=bl&ots=UYdfKoMUUf&sig=NIMAWPAHAYfmOuEfaVJWrcEOQSA&hl=en&sa=X&ei=HmnUUZiLJ4WIqQHGwoGoCw&ved=0CCwQ6AEwATgK#v=onepage&q=fairfax%20county%20library%20ghost&f=false
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We live in a new home that we built and I have never ever had any weird or questionable experiences in this home when it comes to ghost or spirits. Yesterday I was home with my little sister who was home due to no school because of snow. We were the only ones in the home. She was asleep in the loft on the other side of the house. I was putting makeup on in my room. It was around 10am everything was quiet in the house all of the sudden I hear NIC...NIC... My name is Nicola everyone really calls me Nic, it sounded like somebody was calling my name franticly. I mean whatever this was it was yelling my name. I was like what the heck. It honestly sounded like my grandmother who is still alive but is on vacation a couple states away. It sounded like my grandmother so much that I ran out to the kitchen as I believed she was here even though I knew she was on vacation. It was so weird. When I got to the kitchen the house was quiet. Since my sister's loft is separate from the house attached to the garage I did not even go up there because she always sleeps until 2pm if she does not have school. Pretty much right after that I flew out of the house. Later I got a call from my sister who was now in the main house watching TV. She calls me and says she heard somebody in her room say "hey" and then when she ran to the house into the living room she said the TV and direct TV box turned off by its self. I did not want to scare her so I did not share my experience with her.

It gets a little weirder I then called my mom to tell her what I experienced and what happened to my sister but before I could tell her because I know she is a skeptical about everything she says you want to hear something weird I heard somebody say Nicola twice in my post office. Ok my mom works in a post office in a very rural area I mean this place is in the middle of nowhere and has nothing around it except for farm land. She is lucky if she gets two customers a day. She said I heard your name twice like Nicola Nicola like somebody was yelling for you. She said it honestly sounded like my sister calling my name and my sister is alive. I mean this really kind of freaks me out because she only had five customers that day and nobody but her was there at the time. I have heard growing up that if you hear someone calling your name it's a bad omen but then my sister heard "hey" so maybe somebody is trying to make some sort of contact with us?. I am also concerned because the voice I heard sounded like my grandmother and the voice my sister heard sounded like my sister. I just wanted to know what everyone thinks about that.

Re: Waterloo Bridge on Old Waterloo Rd in Warrenton: These are the words received Saturday at the heighth of the super moon, where the previously posted pictures were taken. Backstory: Bridge had Union/Confed 'battle' over Rappahannock River. Waterloo was an actual 'town' then, but now only 2 houses remain (one was original post office now private home). There was a wooden bridge Aug 1862, but it was rebuilt 1919.

3:06 am; words came in this order: MANNER, EXPERIMENT (us), DUTY (soldiers), GOVERNMENT (Fed soldiers), OR, AROUND, DIFFERENT (town gone?), ENGINEER (who built the bridge), DIFFICULTY (either building bridge or Civil War fighting

YOU DECIDE!

I am a former Sailor.

My ship was decommissioned back in 2007. The Navy gave her crew an option to transfer to another ship, or to go ahead and get out of the military. Fed up with the treatment, I opted for the latter.

The USS Saipan, LHA-2, had been in service since Vietnam. It was 40 years old, and held together with rust and paint. Anytime we deployed, something broke, and we would have to limp to port, and we, the ships engineers, would fix it while the rest of the crew could take a leisurely leave wherever we pulled in to make repairs.

I worked with nearly a dozen other men and women in what was called the Main Space, where the ships engines and Main Reduction Gears were kept. It was a large, open space, with two floors. The floors were covered in industrial metal sheets, secured in place with rivets. The plates had three kinds of rivets, broke, bent, and missing. The plates rattled like crazy, with every step you made. The stairs (ladders, we called em) were secured in place with a pot metal pin at the top and the bottom. Everything in that place sounded like you were throwing pots down stairs when you walked.

At the head of the Main Space was our Center Console. It was an isolated room, with air condition, where the brass could sit and drink soda while the rest of us worked in 100+ degree temperatures, and tell us how we didn't work hard enough, or didn't make them look good enough for their bosses. While in port, when the brass wanted to go grab a beer with their buddies, when the fires of the boiler were out and the space was relatively cool... We sat in the console for Watch Duty.

From the console you could sit in the CHENG (Chief Engineer's) chair. A chair reserved for the well... Chief Engineer. It was for the big cheese to sit in, not some enlisted nobody! But hey, he's on shore! You could also see the entire upper level of the Main Space from that chair, making it ideal for watch standing. Nobody got in or out of the space without your knowledge. It was your job as watch stander to make sure that nobody messed with your space.

The strange thing was, I would talk to other watchstanders over the years, and they would mention things that didn't quite add up on watch. One fella told me that he heard someone running in the space. Like all-out booking it back and forth on the deck plates. He said at first it sounded like one guy, then several. He was convinced someone was messing with him, but this didn't make sense to neither him nor myself, as the space had a six foot bilge on the lower level... It would be a considerable drop if someone were to just hop the railing (also rickety, and held together with copper wire in many places) and you would hear them hit the bilge. All the entrances and exits to the place were dogged, mechanical hinges that operated with a lever, so it wasn't a quick exit. If anyone entered or left, the pressure in the whole place would have changed. We were on the very bottom of the ship. I'm not sure the mechanics of it, but anyone opening a door to that place made a huge vacuum, you could FEEL them open. Thing is, I had similar stories from other no-nonsense types that they felt a presence, or saw people walk by the front windows of the console (there was a super narrow catwalk by one window where the walkway was elevated, where you can see someones feet if they walked by, but there was really nowhere to go from that catwalk... It was for fixing insulation on steam pipes that ran over the console).

Also common, folks told of a Chief that would wake you if you fell asleep on watch in the CHENGS chair (which, surprisingly enough, was comfy, so falling asleep at 3am with the droning buzz of the console was easy to do!). Thing is, its the job of ALL khakis (Chiefs and Officers) to wake you if youre asleep on watch, but this one, no one had ever seen before. People would think we had a new chief, or after he left question just who he was, and why he was in our space.

Our Shaft Alley (yeah, I said it) was generally creepy as hell, you never quite felt alone down there, and people reported seeing spectral shadows moving about down there as well. The shaft alley was a six story ladder (a real ladder, not a stairs-ladder) down into a space that was maybe the size of a double wide trailer with the ships shaft (attached to the propeller) running through it. The path to the shaft alley was a rickety catwalk right smack in the middle of the ships hangar bay. It was shoddily constructed even when it was in its prime, and once you navigated this gauntlet of tetanus, you had the reward of your six story climb. However, whether due to design flaw or someone with a sick sense of humor, the light switch that controlled all of Shaft Alley... Was at the TOP of the six foot ladder. So just anybody could come and flick that switch and your happy butt was in the dark, and good luck climbing up that ladder. Thing is, no matter how ninja footed you were, you were making sound if you were trying to goof with someone. People reported having someone turn the lights off on them, and they start climbing the ladder, and demanding they cut the light back on. The light comes back on... They finish their climb, and there's no one around.

I never felt comfortable in certain parts of the ship. I told folks that there were places on the ship that I just WOULD NOT GO. Something just weirded me out in these locations. Without telling others what these places were, people would ask me...

"The lower V?" (Sort of like our ships basement, but this is where Morale Welfare and Recreation put our fun stuff... So the place was well-lit, open, and designed to be a warm and inviting environment...)

"Behind the fuel oil pump?" (Oddly, this was in the mainspace, and it was literally just on the other side of a machine only mildly larger than your oven... It, too, was well-lit...)

There were other places on the ship where I just didn't feel welcome, or I felt like I had an extra presence watching me play Playstation over my shoulder.

The O-2 deck took them all, though...

During your time as a Sailor, youre expected to mess crank. What that means is, that since the Galley workers cook your food and feed you, you're supposed to help lighten their load by helping them out for a few months. Staying overnight to chop onions, making sure things are clean, things like that. Granted they never came down and thanked us for making the ship move through the water by fixing the engine, but that's neither here nor there.

I lucked out. I got to spend my crank time taking out officer's trash, and keeping their hallways clean. It was long and thankless work due to the tyrant watching over the process.

The Navy is saturated in tradition. The O-2 level stood for Officers, level 2... It was the second floor for officers, and where they slept and did whatever else officers did. Enlisted personnel were not supposed to be up there for any reason. Often I had to explain why I was on THEIR level to passers by.

One night, as I was finishing my cleaning (I still had things to do before I was "done") I was struck with an overwhelming compulsion to run. To just haul it as fast as I could out of there. I saw nothing that caused me to want to run, I didn't hear anything. It was just an urge... The same urge I think that rabbits feel when they know a fox is near, but cannot see it. That was the most scared I had ever been in my life, and do you remember what I said earlier about all the doors having dogs? Could you imagine having to run from something that you are SURE was right on your tail but could not see, and having to undog and redog every door in your way? The strange thing was, I ceased to feel that urge, like a weight being removed, the SECOND I crossed the limit to the O-2 level and crossed into enlisted territory. I did not experience that again during the rest of my time cranking.

It started when I was about seven years old. It was around midnight and I was thirsty so I decided to go downstairs and get a class of water. I had just fixing to go down the stair when a hand shot out of the darkness and grabbed me by the throat. I stood there with this hand clasped tightly around my throat for what seemed like ages. Finally the hand let go and I ran right back to my bedroom and got under the covers and pulled them over my head.

The next day I told my parents about what happened and they said that I was just imagining things and shouldn't watch scary movies before I go to bed. That same night I told my parents about what happened I was being punched and prodded by the thing that had grabbed me. The next day my mother saw the bruises I got and asked my brother had he been hitting me. He said no and told her he had been seeing strange lights in front of my bedroom and would hear my name being called out at night when he went to use the bathroom.

The next day while my brother and I were playing outside in the woods we saw a row of five or six tombstones. We ran to the house and showed our parents. They believed us after that and we moved out of the house three months later.

To this day I think the ghost has followed me because I still wake up with strange bruises and her my name being called out in the night.

My Pussy's Gone Crazy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=sw-oQlitqCY

You should be able to find what you need here............

Abandoned Tuberculosis Sanatorium - MD

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gU3XpTH044Q

I live near a farm with my grandparents and just outside the farm's property is an old church that was called Hickory Grove church. It was built to honor a attack on Union troops by the 8th regiment where there was only one presumed death on the Confederate side.

His body was never found and was assumed to be buried directly underneath the property. Now every so often you see a blueish orb floating and bobing around the church.

Lived on Ellen Rd from the late 1970s till the mid 80s for two years, my bedroom was in the attic. It was a look setup and comfortable for a teenager, it was a little creepy at first but I got used to it. Nothing scary or weird ever happened the whole time I stayed up there. But after a few years I got a new bedroom set, there was no way to fit the new stuff up the narrow staircase so I settled in the room below. That's when weird stuff started to happen.

For several weeks in the middle of the night something seemed to be coming down the steps, I mean you could literally hear it. I'm not talking about a mouse or anything like that, I mean footsteps and the sound of someone brushing against the walls of the stairway. On several occasions friends who spent the night heard it as well. It was very disturbing but it seemed like whoever or whatever it was wanted me back up there. A year or so later I finally got the nerve to sleep up there again, not every night but on a few occasions when we had guests that slept in my room downstairs. Nothing happened on those nights, everything was fine. I guess it was content to have me up there once in a while because the downstairs visits stopped.

I've had some strange things happen in my home. I felt like I was paralyzed for a brief second. I've also heard footsteps that led to nobody. My kids have witnessed a shadow that looked big black kind of tall. I also have felt the presence of ''him'' a demon of some sort. My daughter would be asleep in her room and she'd wake up to a little girl by her bedside. And one morning I woke up to a little girl saying mom mom mommy and there would be nobody there and she'd pull the covers off my legs and all of a sudden the covers just got tugged off me. My daughter let my youngest son borrow her bean bag and he got up on his bed and was sleeping for a little bit while everyone else was asleep. And he heard it move when there was no one in sight. He also was up in his bed another night and his closet door was open a little bit and he heard it shut.

The Historic Bailiwick Inn, Fairfax

The inn is the perfect place for a couple who loves ghosts and want to get away for the weekend! There have been at least three apparitions seen, cold spots, mysterious water spots and doors slamming in the building which are quite common.
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One early day I was fishing on the Rappahannock River (city dock) and I turned around and I saw a Confederate ghost. All I saw was his face and looked liked he was cold and had a white stash and beard and looked as if he was mad. So I looked back foreward then turned around and he wasn't there.

Upon hearing from my family about a black mass float along the wall in there room I didn't doubt there was something odd. Another time this same mass entered my nephews room. There have been other instances where the figure of an apparition came out of the kitchen wall and just disappears on the other side of the kitchen.

A couple of months later I stayed at my parents for a few days. Thinking nothing of the stories I was in the garage one day having a smoke when I felt someone put their hand on the small of my back.
The only thing behind me was a wall and the back of the couch. The following day I had my cell in my hand and went to make a call but before I could turn it on there was awful static and I could hear the voices of women. I took the battery out of my phone but it didn't stop. Finally after removing the phone from the house and putting it in my car it stopped. I put the battery in my phone and made a call all seemed fine. That evening it happened again, this time we let our father hear it. He didn't know what to say. Ultimately I was asked to put the phone in the car and leave it there till I leave. I can't say that this surprises me because it has happened in every house my sister lived .

What ever this is it has been much more evil towards my little sis. She isn't alone, my brother, my father, and myself have all experienced one thing or another. I really feel what ever this is, it is attached to either a piece of antique furniture in the home which I know of at least 2. A hope chest and a secretary both belonging to my father's side of the family. I am almost positive there are more antiques around that I am probably unaware of. I myself have an antique belonging to my mom and dad but later lost it to unfortunate circumstances.

I have had small things happen but nothing to spook me. More playful like things such as moving knick-knacks silverware disappearing and showing back up later, and my children are grown and on their own. This has all gone on when I am home alone or when my hubby and I are asleep. There was only one thing that ever made me skittish, it was when someone whispered my name in my ear and my hair actually looked like someone was blowing on it.

Someone was with me that day, who I don't know but I welcome the chance for anyone who wants to contact me from the other side, please do so. I am a believer and I will always remain one.

kris Wrote:
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> One early day I was fishing on the Rappahannock
> River (city dock) and I turned around and I saw a
> Confederate ghost. All I saw was his face and
> looked liked he was cold and had a white stash and
> beard and looked as if he was mad. So I looked
> back foreward then turned around and he wasn't
> there.


Same here.. We were fishing just a little way up from the dock when we saw a soldier marching up the hill, but he wasn't touching the ground.. We went home...

Many years ago I pulled into a culdesac in a commercial area of Chesapeake very near Greenbrier mall. I suspected that I had a flat tire and was inspecting it. It was about three in the afternoon but cloudy as if it might rain at any moment.I was next to a creek a very old motel was nearby - the place has since been demolished. I was crouched next to my car on kind of a hill that led down into marsh. As I stood up I slipped and rolled down the hill catching myself before plunging into the water. I was laughing at myself and regaining my feet when I saw a teenaged girl standing knee deep in the water. She was wearing blue jeans the cheap kind with an elastic-like look. She had a red coat. She was white brown hair. I was taken aback honestly and remember actually swaying back a bit from her. I was about to ask if she was alright when she opened her mouth she was speaking but no sound was coming out. It was like she was moving in slow motion.I was suddenly afraid for her and took a step into the water to help her but she vanished. Simply vanished entirely all at once. I sometimes drive past there a new hotel is built there and the creek is not so accessible.

I still wonder if I had bumped my head when I fell and imagined the entire thing. Or if some poor girl met her demise in that creek years ago.

I live in house that I believe to have been built in the 1920s. I just reciently moved in with my husband and have roomates that have that simlar stories. There seems to be 5 men that haunt the house. 3 being upstairs and two down. One of them makes himself nown almost every day of the week a figure 6 feet tall of med weight. I have seen him in and out of the kitchen thinking it's one of my roomates and I relise that I am the only one in the house.
One night I was sleeping on the couch when we were in transition of moving out of the last house we lived in when I suddenly woke up and there was a man standing on the edge of the couch looking down on me he said my name and then slowly faded like that you would see in a horror film.

One time during the day I was cleaning the stairs to the upstiars and a man was in front of me on the top of the stairs scowling and I looked up at him and yelled ''what! I'm cleaning. You have a problem with that? '' he then quickly darted upstairs out of sight.Another night reciently I was watching TV in the living room and saw another figure about 6 feet tall coming out of the bathroom across from the living room, and at the bottom of the stairs turn off the light to the bathroom pause to look in my direction and walk into my husbands and mine room to the left. Thinging again it was one of my roomates I was quickly mistaken when the roommate that was home started his car to leave leaving me the only person the house. These are just a fraction of what goes on each day along with mispaced and missing belongings.

I live on rt 460 near the Owens Farm, there is an old slave cemetery on our farm. I have experienced cold spots as well as have seen what looked like a young boy standing beside one of the trees where the remains of an old barn was. I was out cutting fire wood and saw what looked like a dark figure of a person standing by one of the stone markers. This is an old grave yard, there aren't any names just field stone rings. Some at one time had plants beside them that aren't usually found growing in the woods.

I don't have any pictures to submit but I have had run ins with ghosts before . I used to work for the Maryland Park service at Point Lookout State Park. In the civil war it was the north's version of Andersonville prison . Which was a very bad place to be put. At Point Lookout in 1864 there were up to 26 000 rebels imprisoned. It is a very haunted place . I have had several unexplained things happen to me while working there . In and around Fort Lincoln and while doing restoration work on the old prison road I saw some things that just can't be so to some people, but they happen there. Five of us all saw the same thing while driving by the old prison gate on the way to work in the picnic grounds. We saw a person in old gray ratty clothes fall down as if they had been shot and then just fade away.

I am not as rattled by these things as I once was . There are ghosts, I would very much like to talk to someone who might know some of the local history on Bells Mill road, also the old tavern ruins ?? Just a chimney is left now .

I went to the Bedford Avenel house back in October 2011. I took a lot of pictures while I was there and I think in the picture I have there is a ghost face. I never really experienced anything there but I do beileve there is a ghost there from watching videos and looking at pictures that people have.
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chris1 Wrote:
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> kris Wrote:
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> > One early day I was fishing on the Rappahannock
> > River (city dock) and I turned around and I saw
> a
> > Confederate ghost. All I saw was his face and
> > looked liked he was cold and had a white stash
> and
> > beard and looked as if he was mad. So I looked
> > back foreward then turned around and he wasn't
> > there.
>
>
> Same here.. We were fishing just a little way up
> from the dock when we saw a soldier marching up
> the hill, but he wasn't touching the ground.. We
> went home...


One early day I was fishing on the Rappahannock River (city dock) and I turned around and I saw a Confederate ghost. All I saw was his face and looked liked he was cold and had a white stash and beard and looked as if he was mad. So I looked back foreward then turned around and he wasn't there.

After working LTC many years I have many stories. One that comes to mind is: one morning after report and hearing of this dying resident, who rested quitely "except when the monster was chasing her." and need a personal alarm, as tried to climb out of bed then.-- I checked her first and took in her am meds. She ask: "Do I have to go with that mean man?" I told her No, that she could go with someone nice. Went on to visit about her serious illness and I ask if there was anyone she wanted to come sit with her or a minister called. She replied in the negative. No family and not religious. I ask if she wanted me to say a prayer with her. That was affirmative and we said the Lord's Prayer together. On finishing she stated, "He's gone!" She died the next day and never from the time of the prayer, was she trying to escape the bad man or monster. (She could definitely see him. I couldn't)

My Dad used to tell a story that was unnerving for him. He and my Mom had just had a verbal "thing" of sorts. My Mom was an active alcoholic, my Dad was a recovering alcoholic. My Mom had been drinking then she'd pass out. Wake up, drink some more, and pass out. This went on for years before she died.

One day she woke up and was drinking and that is when the verbal fight began. She stormed off to the bedroom and my Dad was in the kitchen and quite angry. He looked up and she had returned but she was wearing a long white gown. He took a double take and realized she was not actually human. It was my Mom yet it wasn't.

She looked behind her where my Mom was, then looked at my Dad. She looked behind her to my Mom again and looked at my Dad again. My Dad described the look on her face as very sad. She slowing shook her head back and forth.

My Dad asked her who she was, she never spoke. My Dad started to approach her and she disappeared. 'Course, first thing he did was to go check on my Mom. She was sitting there happily drinking away oblivious to what had just happened.

He never did understand what that was all about, he could only guess and thought it was my Mom's soul or a guardian angel or some such thing.

A friend of mine has a three year old son. A neighbor of theirs was dying of cancer, and my friend was going in to the home daily to help out as a neighbor, not as a nurse. Anyway, one morning at 9:00 she called the neighbor's husband to ask if he needed anything from the store as she and her son were on their way. He named a couple of things, and she and her son went to the store. It took about an hour, and at 10:00 she and her son drove up to the neighbor's house. The woman was in a coma and was expected to die at any time. My friend was kind of leery of taking her son in to the home because of the woman being in a coma, but she decided to anyway. She explained to him that the woman was not sleeping, she was in a coma and she wouldn't wake up and was very likely to die soon. He cut her off and said "Mama, she's already dead." She said, not yet, honey but soon. He said again very emphatically "Mama, she is dead." He was not upset about it, he was just stating a fact. She and her son walked up to the door and rang the bell. The hospice nurse answered the door and told them that the woman had passed away at 9:30 that morning. My friend and her son returned to the car, and she asked him "How did you know she was dead?" He said simply "Tony told me." My friend did not know anyone named Tony, either in the family or as a friend. She asked him to describe Tony. Her son said that Tony was a child who was about one year old and he was in the same house as the woman who died. The problem with that is that there had been no children in the house at all besides my friend's son, at least no LIVE children......

When I was a little girl around 1978 we lived in a corner large home 38th Street and Newport ave. I was outside in drive way with my step father as he worked on his car. A faceless woman in a green dress ran past us and into the house through the back door. My dad and I ran after her into the house and was stopped by my mom who said a lady just ran up the stairs. My mom, dad, myself, and 5 brothers and sisters looked in every room closet under beds bathroom and in the attic...

The lady with the green dress was nowhere to be found.

I have a personal one that just happened recently. The story starts 25 years ago when my grandmother died. To make a long story short, my parents and I had gone to pick her up for Christmas and found her dead in her apartment. My mom and I were talking on the way home and both shared that we had had dreams the night before in which grandma had said goodbye. (Incidentally, her best friend, who was in the hospital at the time, died within an hour of when Grandma died.)

Fast forward to December of 2005. I had a dream on December 15th in which my grandma appeared and said hello to me. In my dream she gave me a hug and said she was proud of me. I mentioned this to my mom the next day and she told me that it was the 25th anniversary of my grandma's death. My husband says I must have known, but I had no idea of the date of my Grandmother's death.

We once had a patient on our unit who ended up passing away. A few hours later, we got a call for a baby being born who was prenatally diagnosed with a cardiac defect. His last name was the same as the baby who died's middle name. When we admitted him, we asked the father what his first name was, and it turned out that he also had the same first name as the other baby who had passed. When the doctors performed his echo, they found a completely different defect than he was prenatally diagnosed with, the same diagnosis as the other baby. After this, we moved him to another room because we were all so freaked out about it.

I was sitting at the house I had just moved into. I had always been easily creeped out by things involving paranormal activity so living in a new house was a challenge. My mom had gone to the grocery store and I decided to sit outside.

When she returned I ate dinner and that stuff and went upstairs. I suddenly had the feeling of being watched. After the movers had brought our stuff I was upstairs alone unpacking when I heard a voice say ''let's play'' it sounded like an older person around my age.

Later I heard another voice and it said ''leave''. A few days later I decided to sort my things in my room when I heard the voice say ''I told you to leave'' then the kid voice said ''leave us''. I heard a few bumps and some ruckus and I assumed the spirits were fighting ever since I have never heard from them again.

I work in an industrial section of town in a large office building surrounded by warehouses. I believe the
building used to be the headquarters of some freight business that went belly up in the late 90's explaining
why an office building would be situated in an area like this.

Now it's a cubicle farm for it workers like me. I work third shift from 9 pm until 6 am. Needless to say I
don't venture out for lunch or breaks. Instead I might spend some time in the break room or stretch my legs
and take a walk throughout the building.

There are a few other employees that work nights but they're in another part of facility and we rarely see
each other. So I will wander the building looking in offices or just stare out of the windows alone.

Across the street is a warehouse that has been closed up for years. It's adorned with a weather-worn sign the
name of the business it once serviced nearly washed away. Occasionally I see a few cars parked out front of it
for what business I don't know usually close to dawn if at all.

This night around 2 am I was standing in a meeting room with a view of the warehouse. I was idly sipping from
a cup of tea and thinking about what might be inside the abandoned warehouse or perhaps behind it. To the right
of the warehouse is a fence blocking a long driveway. It is usually left standing open as it was this night. There
is no lighting so any light reaching the fence is coming from the street lights – you can see maybe five or six
feet down the driveway before the view is swallowed by darkness.

I was staring into the darkness when my eye caught something moving just beyond the fence. As I watched a face
appeared followed by the rest of a person as they strode out from behind the open fence. It was a young woman
perhaps 20 dressed oddly – a flannel shirt red I thought though I couldn't be certain with a corduroy jacket and
ight-tan slacks. She had very long very well kept blonde hair. She was dressed in a style common during the 80's
for this area. ''that's weird'' I wondered aloud. I figured any second her friends or boyfriend would join her
they're probably at the abandoned warehouse drinking or what have you.

As I was watching I noticed she seemed distressed as if she were afraid and looking for someone. She pulled her
arms up about her and stood there for about a minute looking left and right. The meeting room I was in was not lit
so the most a person could see of me from the outside was a silhouette if anything.

She looked in my direction and her gaze lingered on me for a moment. She turned and disappeared into the darkness
walking rapidly. I had half a mind to go outside and see if she needed help but she was gone. Several weeks later
in the same meeting room I am seated and again drinking tea. I had my tablet and was reading an ebook in front of
the window. It had just finished raining heavily. I could hear water as it dripped just outside splashing in loud
plops rhythmically.

A passing car caught my attention causing me to look up from my reading. My view happened to fall onto the dark
driveway again and I noticed that the girl from before was back. She was dressed the same.In fact all of her motions
were exactly like they were weeks before – as if she had practiced and performed it over and over. I thought perhaps
she was homeless maybe not mentally well. But she appeared to be perfectly clean and fine aside from the 80's era garb.
Like weeks before she eventually rested her eyes on me and I could tell she could see me as I was illuminated by my
tablet. She turned and again disappeared into the darkness next to the warehouse.

Last week I arrived to work but instead of going in I decided to walk across the street and take a look beyond the
fence. I retrieved a small flashlight I keep in the car it doesn't provide much light but it was better than nothing.
I walked up to the fence which was now closed and shined the light beyond. I saw nothing except for the driveway. Some
kind of small animal scurried away and made a ruckus as it escaped but aside from that there was nothing. Feeling silly
I muttered something under my breath and turned to walk away. Faintly I heard a girl's voice as if it were being carried
on the wind originating from somewhere deep behind the fence. I called out ''hello? ! ''.

There was no answer. I shined my light towards the direction I heard the voice but it was too small and I could not see
anything. I opened the fence more and as I did so it made a horrible grinding noise. It made me wince and I knew that if
there was anyone in the darkness beyond they were surely alerted of my presence. I walked about ten steps but I couldn't
see anything even with the flashlight. I called out several more times then decided to leave. I closed the fence up and
went into my office across the street.

Now firmly curious about this girl and the warehouse across the street I decided to eat my lunch in the meeting room. I
turned on the lights launched hulu and started browsing shows while my recently heated meal cooled.

As the latest episode of the daily show started I looked out the window and – not surprisingly at all – was the young
blonde haired woman. I immediately jumped up and waved. She was going through the same motions as the other two nights.
I ran out of the front of the building grabbing a large flashlight that the maintenance people keep on hand near the exit.
I was jogging out of the front door just in time to see the girl turn. I yelled and she stopped and looked at me. I figured
I must look like a crazy person and am probably frightening the poor girl to death but I had to know what her story was. I
started to cross the street and I could see that she was smiling at me.

Relieved I smiled back and was now in the middle of the street perhaps 20 yards from her. Still smiling she giggled and
seemed to be looking beyond me at something behind me. I looked over my shoulder but kept walking. There was nothing or no
one there just my car parked in the lot across the street. When I turned back the girl was still standing there she was
moving her mouth as if speaking but no words were coming out.

I began to walk slowly now still approaching her but nervous and unsure. I thought is she mute? No I had heard her laugh.
I thought perhaps she was having a bit of fun at my expense. I asked if she was alright I was asking her if she was hurt or
needed help.

She stopped ''speaking'' and smiled once more then turned and walked into the darkness. I was taken aback then remembered
that I was holding a large flashlight. I clicked it on and jogged to the driveway calling out as I did. The powerful beam
allowed me to view all the way down the driveway to the abandoned lot beyond – and I saw nothing. A line of trees were a
good 100 yards away. The side of the warehouse here was just a wall with boarded up windows. There were no doors and no
place to hide that I could see. Despite my better judgment and fearing for this girl I walked into the lot. I inspected the
grounds for maybe fifteen minutes but found nothing.

I walked back to the fence and turned off the flashlight. As I was standing there a car full of teenagers passed in the
street loud and obnoxious and tailed closely by another car. In a moment of sheer randomness a boy in the back seat of the
trailing car points a pistol out of the window and starts shooting at my building away from where I am standing. I quickly
crouched and dropped the flashlight. It went clattering away and turned on spinning a circling beam of light across the
concrete. Everything seemed to slow down and I wondered if they would turn the gun on me as they passed. Shaken I stayed
there prone for a moment and gathered my thoughts watching the cars as they sped away. After a moment I retrieved the
flashlight and walked back across the street entering my office.

There was already a small commotion as the other night workers had heard the ruckus and were investigating. Bullets had
struck the building in various places across it's front. Dazed I spoke with them as we walked to the meeting room where I
often sit which is very near my cubicle.

We saw right away that several bullets had indeed entered the room from the window. Astonished it was right where I usually
sit or stand on breaks the same place that I first spotted the young blonde woman. My coworker let out a long sigh looking at
me in amazement. There was even glass in the meal I had left uneaten on the table. Had I not pursued the girl I would surely
have been struck by at least one bullet.

So now nightly I make it a point to take a break in the meeting room and just watch the warehouse. I haven't seen the young
blonde woman again. For all I know she is flesh and blood perhaps a bit off but otherwise unremarkable. Or maybe not. I do
know one thing; if I ever see her again I plan on thanking her.

My husband's son died March 2004 and this was extremely traumatic for our family to say the least. My husband has grieved so horribly since that day. I talk to our son and I asked him to give us a sign that he was okay, so I asked him something very specific, I had a rose bush that was completely dead, you could snap a branch off and it was dry as a bone. I asked him bring roses all over that dead rose bush as a sign he was happy and okay. I told my husband of what I asked of our son and let me tell you one month later that rose bush was over flowing with roses!! I cried and cried, but I got my answer! Another thing he did was one morning I was getting his little brothers ready in the morning and the way our downstairs is set up you can see the reflection of the living room from the hallway pictures glass. As I was walking from the badroom into the hallway I saw a reflection of a man in the picture glass and it startled me and I got scared thinking there was a man in my living room. When I looked closer I saw it was my husband's son. I ran into the living room and there was nothing there. I called my husband at work and told him what I saw. He's a big skeptic about such things and just brushed it aside. Hours later we were notified that his son's mother had committed suicide. I think he was there to warn us or something. I don't know. But I know what I saw, and my husband knows that I called him that morning that I saw his son in our living room and we were notified that afternoon that his ex-wife had killed herself. ***shudder***

In my house, we hear someone come in the front door all the time and walk around upstairs. We think it's one of the kids coming home sometimes, but when the doors are all locked we know it can't be, so one of us will go up and look around. No one is there. It freaks us out. My teenagers have seen shadows of people walking down our hallway upstairs, her friends have seen it too. My husband and I have seen it downstairs. One night I was watching TV and saw what I thought was my daughter walk through the hallway as I was sitting on the couch. I thought "What is she doing up so late on a school night" and I waited for her to come out of the laundry room to give her a good talking to. Well, I waited and waited and she never came out so I went to see what she was doing... and NO ONE WAS IN THERE. I about pee'd myself. Because I KNOW i saw someone go in there. That freaked me out and I couldn't go to sleep that night.

i was working the 11-7 shift as a charge nurse in a nursing home. there was a patient named “sam“. sam had come to the home after a mugger had attacked him with a tire iron. the doctors had saved his life by removing the left side of his skull and part of his brain. sam’s head looked like a basketball that was deflated on one side. despite not really being able to take care of himself, he could read, watch tv, and engage in his favorite pastime, watching the young female nurses and aides. he wouldn’t do anything but put his arm around a girl’s shoulder to say ‘thank you‘ when she picked up his dinner tray. that was it. so sam became something of the nursing home mascot. but as it happens in this business, sam died of a blood infection six months after i started there.

the night of his death, we were gathered around the desk for the report from sandy, the 3-11 nurse, as she gave her report to me and three nurse’s aides. when sandy came to sam’s name, she said “sam died at about 3:30 this after…”. suddenly a call light came on. everyone stared at the light board. the call was coming from room 30. that room had been locked ever since the relatives had taken his belongings away. the call was coming from sam’s empty, locked room.


we all went down the hall to see what this was about. we thought that another patient had probably gotten into the room and put on the call bell. sam’s room was open, lights were on, call bell was pushed in ( old fashioned call light. shape like a bell, you had to push the button in the center to call and turn it off by twisting the edge of the bell). only one problem, no patient was up, the door was not forced, it was unlocked, all the staff were at the desk, the only one that had the key was the charge nurse and the door was locked when i made rounds not more then ten minutes before.

i mumbled something about loose wire. i twisted the call bell off, turned the room lights off, locked the door and went with the rest of the staff back to the nurse’s station. sandy started the report again. she didn’t get more than 3 minutes into the report, when sam’s call light came on again. we went down to find the room opened, lights on and call bell on, all patients in bed. i turned the call bell off, the lights off, and locked the room up again. back to the desk. report started again. the light came on again. by this time it was more nuisance than scary. so we decided to leave it on, continue report so that the other shift could leave.

after report, i went down to the room, turned off the call bell, replaced the old cord with a new call bell cord, turned off the room lights, and locked the door again. the bell stayed off but the signal on the board stayed on. we went down the longest hall- sam’s hall- to start our work. as we passed sam’s room the door was open but the lights were off. the nurses aides felt a cold breeze up their skirts( remember sam liked the ladies.) at that i went into the room to check if someone had opened a window. no window was open and no air conditioner was on in the room. i closed the door and locked the door again. and we continued. after we finished down that hall, we went past sam’s room again. the door was still closed and locked. by the time we finished the 1st round it was 2 am. back at the desk, the call light in sam’s room was off. we forgot about sam.

we drank our, by now, cold coffee. i did my paper work and the aides exchanged small talk. at 3 am, we started the second round down the long hall again. this time sam’s door was open and the females felt an even colder breeze. i went into the room. it was like a vacuum as if the air had been sucked out. i opened the windows but no air could dispel the vacuum. i had had enough. i yelled, “sam you’re dead! you spent enough time in this place. get out of here!” i closed the windows, locked the door again, and joined the aides for rounds. i didn’t go in that room until around 6:00 am. all four of us went for one last look. no vacuum, no breeze, sun shining through the window. nothing to prove anything happened that morning. we didn’t want to tell the 7-3 shift and risk the whole day looking at ink blots, so we kept the occurrences to ourselves but this was only the beginning. we were not prepared for what was going to happen next.

the following night, i get a call at home from sandy. she asked me if anything happened on 11-7 shift. i said “why?” sandy stated this tale.

“well when we were picking up the dinner trays we were one tray over. we passed out 26 trays and we picked up 27 trays.”
“somebody miscounted.” i said.


“that may have happened. only the 27th tray was outside sam’s room just as he had left it when he was alive…exactly as he left it.”


“somebody is pulling a prank on you, sandy”, i said.


“i don’t think so because when i stood up from taking the tray, i felt an arm around my shoulder just like sam had put it. i was the only one down that hall.”


i then told her what had happened the previous morning. she said, “well, it looks like we have ghost to add to the census.”


that wasn’t the end of the story. a week later another patient was admitted to room 30. a retired university professor. one night her light came on. she had seen a man staring at her from outside her window. when i asked her what the man looked like, she said that he was not normal looking. the left side of his head was deflated like an old volleyball (she used to play volleyball a lot in her younger days). i told her that i would go around the building and see if i could see him. the police were called to look for a potential prowler. they found no one and no footprints outside the window; no grass disturbed. but i knew who it was. when i told the nurse’s aides, they knew who it was. sam was back! over the years every female patient that was in that room saw sam staring at them through the window. no male patient would ever see him. for you see, sam liked the girls.


i left the nursing home some years later so don’t know how long sam stuck around. but these events were experienced and/or confirmed by various employees and patients. in my career working in nursing homes, reports like this are relatively common. i don’t know what to make of this, except that we just don’t know what happens after death and maybe some people just want to linger where they felt most comfortable. sam did.

My mom and myself always considered ourselves 'sensitive'. My mother's father recently passed away and I live across the country from where he lived. On the night he died, my bedroom light went on by itself in the middle of the night. It has never done this. I looked around to see my husband fast asleep (no one else lives in the house) so I quickly turned the light off and got up to go to the bathroom. One of my arms was freezing cold but my face wasn't cold so I thought it was odd. While I was in the bathroom, I felt an intensely cold chill and thought maybe my husband had left a window open. I checked and it wasn't cold outside the bathroom and the windows were closed.

The night before we flew out for the funeral, I woke up to go to the bathroom, my husband was asleep but the downstairs light was on. It had been turned off when my husband went to sleep. Neither of these has ever happened and even turning on the downstairs lamp is quite difficult as it takes some force to turn the knob.

I'm not sure if my grandfather was checking in on me or if my mourning had caught the attention of 'something'.

creepy deaths Wrote:
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> My husband's son died March 2004 and this was
> extremely traumatic for our family to say the
> least. My husband has grieved so horribly since
> that day. I talk to our son and I asked him to
> give us a sign that he was okay, so I asked him
> something very specific, I had a rose bush that
> was completely dead, you could snap a branch off
> and it was dry as a bone. I asked him bring roses
> all over that dead rose bush as a sign he was
> happy and okay. I told my husband of what I asked
> of our son and let me tell you one month later
> that rose bush was over flowing with roses!! I
> cried and cried, but I got my answer! Another
> thing he did was one morning I was getting his
> little brothers ready in the morning and the way
> our downstairs is set up you can see the
> reflection of the living room from the hallway
> pictures glass. As I was walking from the badroom
> into the hallway I saw a reflection of a man in
> the picture glass and it startled me and I got
> scared thinking there was a man in my living room.
> When I looked closer I saw it was my husband's
> son. I ran into the living room and there was
> nothing there. I called my husband at work and
> told him what I saw. He's a big skeptic about such
> things and just brushed it aside. Hours later we
> were notified that his son's mother had committed
> suicide. I think he was there to warn us or
> something. I don't know. But I know what I saw,
> and my husband knows that I called him that
> morning that I saw his son in our living room and
> we were notified that afternoon that his ex-wife
> had killed herself. ***shudder***


This is confusing. First you say your husband's son died. Then, you mention talking to "our" son? Is your son dead, too?

9h Wrote:
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> creepy deaths Wrote:
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> > My husband's son died March 2004 and this was
> > extremely traumatic for our family to say the
> > least. My husband has grieved so horribly since
> > that day. I talk to our son and I asked him to
> > give us a sign that he was okay, so I asked him
> > something very specific, I had a rose bush that
> > was completely dead, you could snap a branch
> off
> > and it was dry as a bone. I asked him bring
> roses
> > all over that dead rose bush as a sign he was
> > happy and okay. I told my husband of what I
> asked
> > of our son and let me tell you one month later
> > that rose bush was over flowing with roses!! I
> > cried and cried, but I got my answer! Another
> > thing he did was one morning I was getting his
> > little brothers ready in the morning and the
> way
> > our downstairs is set up you can see the
> > reflection of the living room from the hallway
> > pictures glass. As I was walking from the
> badroom
> > into the hallway I saw a reflection of a man in
> > the picture glass and it startled me and I got
> > scared thinking there was a man in my living
> room.
> > When I looked closer I saw it was my husband's
> > son. I ran into the living room and there was
> > nothing there. I called my husband at work and
> > told him what I saw. He's a big skeptic about
> such
> > things and just brushed it aside. Hours later
> we
> > were notified that his son's mother had
> committed
> > suicide. I think he was there to warn us or
> > something. I don't know. But I know what I saw,
> > and my husband knows that I called him that
> > morning that I saw his son in our living room
> and
> > we were notified that afternoon that his
> ex-wife
> > had killed herself. ***shudder***
>
>
> This is confusing. First you say your husband's
> son died. Then, you mention talking to "our" son?
> Is your son dead, too?

Apologies, he was my husband's son from a previous marriage. We always considered him "our son".

During a visit to Alexandria, Virginia, we heard of an old public house named Gadsby's Tavern. It was built in the 1770's and it boasts that nearly all of the founders of American Independence enjoyed the warm tavern hospitality there. In fact, the tavern goes as far as to say that no public building in America is more intimately associated with the struggle for independence and establishment of national sovereignty. For nearly a century it was a center of political, social and cultural life in this important colonial seaport community. Hey, with all those credentials, how could we resist a visit!
There were scheduled tours, so we signed up for one and also scheduled dinner. The tour was very historic, but there was one room upstairs that we were not allowed to enter. While taking a walking tour of the town later, though, we were told of a ghost that haunts that particular room. The legend goes something like this...

In 1816, a ship sailed into the port at Alexandria carrying a man and his beautiful wife. The woman was horribly ill, and the couple were taken to one of the most posh and respectable places in town, Gadsby's Tavern. They rented a room upstairs, above the ballroom, and she was given the best medical care that the town had to offer at the time. Despite the efforts of the doctor and his nurse, the woman died - but not before extracting an oath from all those attending: her identity was never to be revealed.

She was buried in St. Paul's Cemetary, and her table-top tombstone was inscribed: In memory of the female stranger, died October 14, 1816, age 23 years 8 months. Her husband disappeared suddenly, leaving all the bills from the boarding, medical care, and burial unpaid. The secret of the woman's identity was never revealed, even though those who knew it were left with the unpaid debt of over one thousand dollars.

It was not the last time that the woman was seen, however. She sometimes appears in the window of the upstairs room holding a candle, and can even be heard pacing the floors when the tavern is quiet. The ghost of the female stranger has also been spotted in the ballroom and on the stairways, holding her candle and wandering mysteriously along.

When we returned to the tavern for dinner, we didn't see or hear anything ghostly at all, but everyone that we talked to sweared that the ghost is really there!
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> > > My husband's son died March 2004 and this was
> > > extremely traumatic for our family to say the
> > > least. My husband has grieved so horribly
> since
> > > that day. I talk to our son and I asked him
> to
> > > give us a sign that he was okay, so I asked
> him
> > > something very specific, I had a rose bush
> that
> > > was completely dead, you could snap a branch
> > off
> > > and it was dry as a bone. I asked him bring
> > roses
> > > all over that dead rose bush as a sign he was
> > > happy and okay. I told my husband of what I
> > asked
> > > of our son and let me tell you one month
> later
> > > that rose bush was over flowing with roses!!
> I
> > > cried and cried, but I got my answer! Another
> > > thing he did was one morning I was getting
> his
> > > little brothers ready in the morning and the
> > way
> > > our downstairs is set up you can see the
> > > reflection of the living room from the
> hallway
> > > pictures glass. As I was walking from the
> > badroom
> > > into the hallway I saw a reflection of a man
> in
> > > the picture glass and it startled me and I
> got
> > > scared thinking there was a man in my living
> > room.
> > > When I looked closer I saw it was my
> husband's
> > > son. I ran into the living room and there was
> > > nothing there. I called my husband at work
> and
> > > told him what I saw. He's a big skeptic about
> > such
> > > things and just brushed it aside. Hours later
> > we
> > > were notified that his son's mother had
> > committed
> > > suicide. I think he was there to warn us or
> > > something. I don't know. But I know what I
> saw,
> > > and my husband knows that I called him that
> > > morning that I saw his son in our living room
> > and
> > > we were notified that afternoon that his
> > ex-wife
> > > had killed herself. ***shudder***
> >
> >
> > This is confusing. First you say your
> husband's
> > son died. Then, you mention talking to "our"
> son?
> > Is your son dead, too?
>
> Apologies, he was my husband's son from a previous
> marriage. We always considered him "our son".


My fault; if I had read the entire post, I would have figured that out.

It's a sad and very tragic story. Hard on all of you...

I have always been interested in nature. Most of my afternoons are comprised of feeding the squirrels and birds on our property, occasionally taking wildlife photographs, and spending hours at a time alone observing the activity in my backyard woods. I have never exactly held an opinion on paranormal phenomena.

A couple of months ago on May 31 I had my first personal experience with what I refer to as a ghost or a spirit. After leaving some peanut butter crackers that I had made underneath one of the trees in our backyard, I sat down on the grass and began to observe my surroundings, becoming completely oblivious to time itself. That particular day had been very breezy, and the tree tops in the woods were in full movement. A few minutes had passed by when something that I cannot explain happened caught my eye.

A translucent figure had emerged from behind one of the tall pine trees in the woods. It did not have any facial features, but was simply the outline of a human being. Its body somewhat absorbed sunlight, giving it a shimmering effect. One of its arms was visible as it took a few steps before disappearing into thin air. I was completely in awe for several minutes until my mind had accepted into reality what I had just saw.

I am not sure if these things only appear to those who have great respect for nature and pay attention to it, but it felt as if it wanted to show itself to me. Throughout the short duration of my experience, I never once felt frightened. I do consider myself special to have witnessed something like this.

BTW this took place in Massachusetts not Fairfax, but I thought it was worth sharing. Not sure what this thing was a ghost or what.

My friend's brother was in a bad car accident in the middle of the night, and was brought to the hospital I work at. My friend came to the hospital, leaving her husband and two small children at home. She didn't say anything to her children about what had happened, and didn't wake them up either, as she thought it would be best to wait.Anyway, despite the efforts from the medical team, her brother did not survive the trauma and died a few hours later. When my friend got home from the hospital, exhausted from her night and in shock from what happened, she was greeted by her very sleepy 6yr old daughter, who heard her keys in the front door. She was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, and said "mommy where is uncle Timmy?", my friend, not expecting this from her daughter, only answered "what sweetie?", her daughter said " uncle Timmy was in my room and told me to always where my seat belt, and that he loves me, but mommy where did he go? is he having breakfast with us?" My friend was in such disbelief she didn't know how to respond and just told her daughter that uncle Timmy had to go. Its amazing what messages spirits can leave behind and how they can still get through to us after they have passed.

I really love reading these stories. Here's some stuff from Northern Neck...

http://www.northernnecktoday.com/halloween09.htm


The Ghosts of Virginia Vol. III describes the Bliley family of Heathsville and their old house that dates to the late 1800s. Several family members experienced strange occurrences, and the sighting of an apparition of an elderly woman. On one occasion the apparition allegedly moved down the hallway and into a mural on the wall.

But author L.B. Taylor Jr. says one of the state’s most spectacular ghost stories is centered in Northumberland County, near Callao, where a malevolent, evil spirit is sasid to have invaded a mobile home.

Lights would come on after being turned off. Objects would fly through the air. Objects would disappear and magically reappear. The jets on the gas stove would come on, filling the trailer with dangerous fumes. Occupants were scratched by an unseen being.

The owners said they felt they were living in a horror movie, but this spirit, they were convinced, was evil. Once the couple decided to hold a séance and lit a candle. No sooner they turned out the lights, they said, than a mysterious wind blew out the candle and the table began to shake. There were no more attempts to contact the spirit after that.

The owner never figured out what was behind the mysterious goings on, but he did learn the previous owner of the trailer was an elderly woman, put in a nursing home against her will. The day she died was the same day he bought the mobile home!

There are probably even more ghost stories about Northern Neck hauntings that have never made it into print. It stands to reason there would be ghosts, of course, because of all the haunted houses in the area. Well, we don't know for sure that they're haunted, but they sure look haunted as you drive past on a dark, Autumn evening.
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Can souls of the deceased linger and touch the living?

Whether or not you believe in ghosts, you’ll surely hear many nurse ghost stories during your years of practice. Here’s one of them—my own.

I was working the night shift (11:30 p.m. to 7:30 a.m.) in a nine-bed residential palliative care facility. The building was fairly new and had been open for several years.

One night, I was sitting in the nursing station. Around 3 a.m., my colleague left to take a break, leaving me alone. All the patients were sleeping, and there were no overnight visitors.

All of a sudden, I heard a noise that I couldn’t place. I popped my head out of the office door and looked down the hall toward the patient rooms. I had thought perhaps someone was up. I saw there was nothing and turned in the other direction, toward the reception area. There, I saw something strange. In an empty room, the office chair moved from side to side as if someone had just quickly gotten up out of it. The place was silent—just the slight noise of the chair as it moved from side to side. I stood and watched the chair move slower and slower until it finally stopped. Then, I felt it. The air around me had been disturbed and I could feel it on my skin.

I could hear no sound coming from the patient rooms, nor from where my colleague was resting. There were no windows open or fans that were on. I even checked to see if anything had fallen off a shelf that may have hit the chair to make it move. I couldn’t find anything. Was it an earthquake? A tremor? A truck passing by? I looked around at all the other chairs that had stood still, the wall hangings that hadn’t budged.

I’ll admit I was spooked. There was nothing that could have caused the chair to move the way it did.

When I think back to that night, I still feel funny. I’m left wondering if someone who had passed away in that facility had come back to check on us. In palliative and hospice care, we know our patients will die. It is our job to help them pass through the stage of dying with as little pain and discomfort as possible. Death doesn’t intimidate us nor does it scare us. Death is a part of life. But what are ghosts?

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> I have always been interested in nature. Most of
> my afternoons are comprised of feeding the
> squirrels and birds on our property

This is how you spend most of your afternoons?

And, why would you feed squirrels? They're pests; shoot them.

> A couple of months ago on May 31

May 31 was not a couple of months ago.

> I had my first
> personal experience with what I refer to as a
> ghost or a spirit. After leaving some peanut
> butter crackers that I had made underneath one of
> the trees in our backyard, I sat down on the grass
> and began to observe my surroundings,

LOL... this is funny.

> becoming
> completely oblivious to time itself.

Why is that not surprising?

> That
> particular day had been very breezy, and the tree
> tops in the woods were in full movement. A few
> minutes had passed by when something that I cannot
> explain happened caught my eye.

> A translucent figure had emerged from behind one
> of the tall pine trees in the woods. It did not
> have any facial features, but was simply the
> outline of a human being. Its body somewhat
> absorbed sunlight, giving it a shimmering effect.
> One of its arms was visible as it took a few steps
> before disappearing into thin air. I was
> completely in awe for several minutes until my
> mind had accepted into reality what I had just
> saw.

The "awe" lasted until the pot wore off.

> I am not sure if these things only appear to those
> who have great respect for nature and pay
> attention to it, but it felt as if it wanted to
> show itself to me. Throughout the short duration
> of my experience, I never once felt frightened. I
> do consider myself special to have witnessed
> something like this.

Tomorrow, after you place your peanut butter crackers under a tree, sit down on the grass and observe your surroundings..... drug free.