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.

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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.
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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.

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

Abandoned Tuberculosis Sanatorium - MD

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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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> > 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.
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> 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?