Originally written by Andrew. An apartment in Londonderry, NH on Stonehenge Road. It had to have been haunted. It was on the 3rd floor, left hand side. Doors would open and slam by themselves and dishes would rattle and fall out of the cabinets for no apparent reason. While I was living there I felt as if someone hit me over my head with a cardboard box. Movement (such as trees blowing) would occur in my posters. The worst thing of all there was a crawl space supposedly accessible yet it felt as if it had been nailed shut. In order to get to the crawl space you were supposed to be able to push up, yet it was nailed from the inside. Also figures would occasionally appear in the windows when ...

Originally written by Nineflowers. I grew up in a house my grandfather had lived in since the 1940's. He died in the 50s and my parents took the place on. It was, and is, a big rambling house, once a farmhouse. It's been added to and changed a lot so it has 18thC, 19thC and 1950's bits. My *worst* experience was in what had been my parents' room in the newest part of the house. In the early 70s, the family who were to become my stepfamily came to stay at our house. The new bedrooms hadn't been built yet, so my soon-to-be stepsister and I shared a bed in the *newer*, rebuilt part of the house. Half way through the night, I woke up for some reason. About a yard away ...

Originally written by Brittany. My friend and I were having a sleep over about two years ago and something "really" weird happened. My cat walked out of my room, but then -- like a flash -- came running right back in and under my bed. Of course my friend and I went to go see what scared him. When we opened the door there was a old man. He stood there and stared at us and we screamed and slammed the door. We never left the room again that night. In my house, we have had a lot of weird stuff that happens. For example, no one in the bathroom all night and in the morning there's a towel bed laid out in the tub. We have even gotten a picture with a glowing face on it. I think the ...

Originally written by Sarah. I live in the UK and ever since I was 7 years old I've been seeing this shadow moving around my house. It will just shoot from one end of the room to the other and then disappear. Cold breezes would just blow in my face even though I wasn't nowhere near a window or door. I thought I was going insane at first so I kept putting it to the back of my mind until one day my friend and I were sitting down in the front room watching a movie and my brand new ring came flying off my finger and on to the floor. I turned to my friend and I said to her, "Please tell me you saw that and I'm not going crazy." She said that she did see it and I wasn� ...

Originally written by Carole. My son and I moved into his Nan's Black pool home in February of 2001. Nan had died 4 years before and the house was left to my teenage son. When doing some general cleaning one day I was standing by the CD player in the dining room when I felt something brush against my leg. When I quickly looked down I saw a dog. It was a cream colored medium size poodle with a big beige spot on it's side. I wasn't scared as I had "felt", "smelled" and "saw" other things since moving into the house. When recapping this event to my son's aunt she ran upstairs and brought down a photo. It was a photo of Sheba, a cream poodle on ...

Originally written by Alex. We bought an old Edwardian house in Lancashire UK in 1992. It was dilapidated and the kitchen was the first room to be renovated. It had not been touched since 1901. In 1994, whilst making an omelet in the kitchen, I turned to my left to see a small middle aged women wearing a straw boater hat and a blue pinafore dress smiling at me. It was not frightening. She just stared and it lasted about 10 seconds. Later the same year it happened again, then in again 1995 but this time she had a small white Scottie dog with her. Since then she appears about once a year. There does not seem to be a pattern to it. I was informed by a neighbor that about 15 years ago whilst s ...

Originally written by Doreen. Hi, here's my story. I work for a kosher caterer. Our kitchen is in a building which is in a temple/pre-school. While in our huge social hall setting up for that Saturday's event. I had my back turned to a table in the middle of the dance floor. It had a table cloth on it already and I was speaking to my boss, who's children are a constant fixture. I had placed my hand on the table when there was a knock from underneath. I dismissed it, thinking it was the kids playing a joke on me. When I was fluffing the cloth, there was three loud knocks and it bumped up. I looked at my boss and said "Uri's up to his same old tricks. Can you tell hi ...

Originally written by Johnny. My grandparents lived in an old shack on Rolfe road in Mason. One night me and my sister stayed the night with them. It was like every other night. Around 2:00am I woke up to my sister screaming. It was spine tingling! She was beaten, her clothes were ripped, all but her hair. That was combed perfect! She had red, curly hair. This struck me as very odd. My grandma came running in. She was white as a ghost! She was screaming that my grandpa was beaten and hung from the walnut tree in the side yard. Then she saw my sister and had a heart attack. I quickly grabbed my sister and ran to the nearest house to get help. When we finally got to a house they took us to t ...

Originally written by Rain. My family lived in four-plex on St. Annes's road when I was about 12 years old. All three bedrooms were upstairs. Out of the blue, I started waking up at 2:15 every single night and would stand by the railing. I would look downstairs for about an hour or so. I remember feeling very scared. On one of the nights, I heard voices calling my name, very softly. I was so scared I threw up several times. I woke my parents and told them about the voices and they told me I had nothing to worry about, that nobody was in the house. I heard them talking after they returned to bed and my father blamed it on the wind even though my mother said that there was no wind. Aft ...

Originally written by Kris Boudreaux. I moved in with my boyfriend, now my husband, into his grandparents' home. Shortly after, I began dreaming that a woman was "pulling me out of the bed." After our marriage, such events stopped. I began smelling a sweet perfume smell at night. I asked my husband if his grandmother used some sort of perfume. He told me that she did, and it was very sweet. I was sitting in our living room playing a play station game the first time I smelled the perfume, while he was sleeping. I smelled everything around me. Nothing had that fragrance. I got so scared that I immediately went to bed. We spoke of it the next day, and come to find out, he (my h ...