Ok. In the house we grew up there were several ghosts. Not sure if they we all there at the same time and just inactive but we had 'em. The one that I saw was kind of a mother-type. At the time my parents slept in different rooms. This ghost would walk up and down our hall, opening our doors and just like checking in on us. One time my Dad felt someone get in bed with him and he thought it was my mom. But there was nobody there. I used to run through the hall because I was freaked out by it. But there was one time I saw her. Not clearly. All white and she had a long skirt. Never saw her face very well though. That is one story.
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There was another ghost, but do to my age don't remember much. Then we had our best dog Boots! She was awesome, very protective. She actually wouldn't let anyone near my crib if she didn't know them.
Anyways she started freaking out and didn't want anyone to go into the basement. She was trying to stop you and such. But laundry was down there so you had to go. We started noticing an awful odor. Now like I said I was too little to know the details, but apparently we had a ghostly drunk hanging out under the stairs.
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My Dad used to tell me the story of when he was a kid, he had a grandfather that loved to play practical jokes on him, like have a ball of string up his pant leg and pull one end out of a hole in his pantleg, then ask my Dad to "take that string off of there", my dad would pull for 15 minutes and wind up with a big pile of string even though no change was happening to clothing.
Anyway, after that granpa died my dad was sleeping on his bed in the attic and could see down the hallway to a door that lead out onto a porch. In the middle of the hallway was a locked book-case of medical books that had been his grandpa's.
My Dad says he saw his grandpa walk through the door, down the hall, stop at the bookcase, bend over and look for two books, which he took and then walked bach through the door.
My Dad said he was scared and just slammed his eyes shut and eventually fell asleep. The next morning he ran past the bookcase downstairs and told his grandmom. I don't remember if she beleived him or not, but he said that he noticed after that there were two books missing from the otherwise packed bookshelf.
We did a ghost thread once before, I probably even already shared that story, but I remember CP had some really good stories about working at the Park hotel downtown.
I also have an aunt or uncle that lived in a house that was haunted for a few years here in West Allis. But it suddenly stopped and they don't know why.
My aunts sister saw the ghost once, a little old lady, walking down the hall. I beleive it was in the middle of the day and it scared the crap out of her.
When I was in my 20's the subject of aliens came up and I asked my parents if they believed in UFOs/aliens.
My mom said that when I was just a baby, it was a warm summer night and all of a sudden the dog clawed and climed her way through the screen door to get in the house. This particualr dog normally WOULD NOT come into the house even if it was storming out. She felt her place was outside.
They went to the door to see what was going on and there was a huge, glowing "something" hovering the cow lot very slowly. She said it was bright, silent and just slowly hovering around over the farm. She said suddenly it just took off and disappeared. She said she had to ask my dad if he saw the same thing which he did.
I asked them why they had never told me that before and they said it was just too wierd to talk about and I could tell they were still uneasy talking about it 20 years later.
when my daughter was born, we lived in this little house with a round living room at the front and the back was a kitchen and a bedroom off either side (basically four rooms & a bathroom). that's not important, but the livingroom was cool!
one evening, i woke up and saw this shimmering whiteish figure standing in my bedroom doorway. i didn't get too freaked out because i didn't feel threatened. one time i had brought in receiving blankets and diapers (yes, cloth diapers) off the clothes line in to fold. i had to make two trips, and when i came in, there were two diapers already folded! i knew i didn't fold them because it wasn't my style of folding! THAT creeped me out!
another time, the baby and i were taking a nap, and i could see the back door from my bed. it slowly opened and in walks my cat. the door was locked...
i mentioned these things to my neighbor, and she mentioned that her husbands grandmother used to live in that house and had passed away a couple years prior (in the home). so, there was my explaination!
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When I was in my 20's the subject of aliens came up and I asked my parents if they believed in UFOs/aliens....
that is a wild story, web! my dad used to tell us of a story about my uncle who is several years older than my dad... anyway, it was in the late 1940's and my uncle was walking home late from a tavern, and when he got to the railyard, there was a "little boy with a big head and big eyes" that kept following him... everyone said that he was just drunk, but his story never changed...
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I don't remember what signs there were with this ghost, but it wouldn't leave my mom alone. At this time my parents were divorced. My baby-sitter's mom was a psychic. My mom asked her to come over and help with the situation. She discovered that the spirit was my mom's old boyfriend that was killed in a motor-cycle accident. Be-headed. He wanted to say goodbye and make sure she was alright. He died when she was still young. That was weird.
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In my opinion, there was a ghost in the first house Kevin and I lived in together. He had warned me about it before I moved in with him, but I didn't take him seriously until I lived there. He named the ghost Fred. Fred was a largely benevolent spirit, and as it turns out, he was quite fond of me. Mostly he made his presence known by opening the kitchen cabinet doors (all of them) or slamming the bedroom door.
One night Fred did get mad at Kevin for being a jerk to me, so he threw a glass jar off the top of the TV and shattered it on the heavily padded/ deep shag carpet in the living room. That was the weirdest thing ever. Kevin was passing through the room to go check the garage door. It was dark and he was bare footed... didn't bump the TV so there was no reason the jar would have fell with that kind of force to shatter it... it was very heavy glass. To this day Kevin thinks I talked to Fred through the Tarrot cards and made him attack. I say Fred just got sick of Kevin being mean to me and decided to scare him.
Sometimes he used to watch over me at night. We always had a fan in the bedroom window. I could feel the air flow cut on and off as if someone was pacing back and forth in front of it. That always made me feel better because it would usually happen after I was gone for a while.
He sure didn't like other people staying in the house. I'd heard multiple reports of him messing with overnight guests... appearing as a blue fog in the room, levitating blankets, even one person said he wispered in their ear "Leave NOW!"
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