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Back in the late 70s, the computer industry was in full bloom. I was working in a packing and forwarding company in Santa Clara.

There was a young man named Charlie who also worked in the same company. Charlie was a weirdo! There was a general belief he was heavily abusing drugs. His behavior was erratic. One moment he would be friendly, laughing and the next he would snap at everyone. I almost contemplated quitting because of him but decided against it. We had complained to management about him, but they decided to give him a bit more time to solve his personal demons. They even asked him to see a head-shrinker but Charlie had no time for such things.

One morning the janitor found him hanging by his neck in the restroom. The police verdict was suicide.

Personally I wasn't surprised. Charlie was one of those people who could come in to work one morning armed to the hilt and mow everyone down... then take his own life!

His death was the end of the story, right?

Well, we all thought so too. Until that is, he was spotted around the restroom area, especially at night! Months later there was a new hire. Not wanting to frighten him, we didn't tell him about Charlie. He went inside the restroom one evening and came out complaining that some nutcase inside was shouting obsenities at him!

From his description, it was non other than good, ol' Charlie! Poor guy quit immediately!

I just returned from a vacation trip to Phuket, Thailand. Literally, there are spirits everywhere!

This is what happened to me. Three friends and I arrived at the beautiful island and I mean BEAUTIFUL island at the beginning of this year. We almost cancelled the trip after the tsunami but, brave :) and adventurous young men that we are, decided to go for it. Another tsunami? Highly unlikely!

But we were in for another shock!

The first couple of days were relatively normal. The place had been more or less cleaned up, tourists from all over the world were returning despite all the bad news.

The third night, we were strolling along the beaches when we heard what sounded like people have a loud party by the beach. Then we heard someone calling out to us to join them. "Hey, the four of you, come join us!"

We looked aound but there was no party or even a small crowd anywhere in sight! There were other people also on the beach. We asked them if they heard anything but they answered in the negative. So where was the noise coming from?

Two nights later, we hailed a tuk-tuk (colorful open-air taxi). As we stood on the road telling the driver where we wanted to go, the tuk-tuk, together with the drive, just disappeared right in front of our eyes! One of us almost peed in his pants! We then decided to just hang around our hotel area.

We spoke to other tourists about our experiences and some told us they too had had encounters with lost spirits.

Whatever, we still love Thailand, especially the island of Phuket and will keep on returning to this paradise. Personally I believe the lost souls will eventually realize that they are dead and go to the 'heavenly fields'.

I was a prison warden in a prison in Texas. I retired some fifteen years ago. Believe me, prison work is THE toughest kind of work. There's just nothing in comparison!

Anyways, I am going to tell you about a frightening encounter. See, this murderer, an African American was to die in the chair in 12 hours. For his last meal, he wanted fried chicken, pizza, a dozen cans of coke and ice cream. In his nervousness, he forgot to ask for cigarettes.

I delivered the food to him then left him to eat in peace. An hour later, I heard him yelling from his cell. Three of us rushed to see what the matter was. The man wanted cigarettes! Why the hell didn't he ask for them before we bought his food?

Unfortunately for him, none of us smoked. However I promised to ask around and if possible get him some. The thing was, I totally forgot about his request. Moreover, I was about to finish for the day and, without thinking about it, just left for home. Believe me, if I could I would have gotton the poor man his smokes.

When I arrived for work the next morning, he had already been executed. I went about my work, not thinking much about him. Then when I turned into an empty corridor, I saw the man standing right in front of me!

I almost had a heart attack! Smoke was rising from the man's burnt clothes! It was probably due to the electrocution! But what the hell was he doing standing there? Then it occured to me. That was no human being!

I stepped back a couple of steps. Then he spoke! "Where the hell are my cigarettes, mother******?"

No this has nothing to do with the Robert de Nero movie. Couple of years ago, it was after 10pm when I was walking home alone. My house was about three miles away but the ground was thick with snow and it was freezing cold!

I suddenly decided to take a taxi home so I started looking around, but the place was deserted. I had only seen a car or two drive by.

About a half mile further, I had decided to just walk home. But a few steps further on, I saw headlights from behind me. I turned around and saw ... a TAXI! And it had stopped just three feet behind me. I hadn't even heard it approaching.

What the heck, I thought. Since it's already here, I might as well take it. I opened the rear door and slid in behind the male driver. I told him where I wanted to go."

"No problem!" he said as the car surged forward.

"Man, it's cold!" I said.

"Sure is!" he answered. "You're not from around here, huh?"

"You can tell?"

"Definitely! I am a local! Born and raised here!"

"I am from California!" I said.

"There was a nasty car accident here last week!"

"Yeah I read it in the papers. Was it here?"

"Yes, a taxi was going too fast and skidded. Poor driver was crushed to death. His head was all bashed in!"

"Gross!"

"I knew him too!"

"Sorry about your friend! Was he recognizable?"

"He looked, how shall I describe it..."

I felt the car sreech to a violent halt!

"... like this!" the driver turned his head around to show me his bashed in and bloodied head!

"HAHAHAHA..." The shrill laughter scared the s**t out of me, I must admit.

Before I knew it, I was again standing in the snow, right where the taxi had stopped for me! And you know what the really eerie thing was? There were tire tracks right up to where I was standing. But in front of me, there was nothing!

I was born in Mexico City forty years ago. When I was about three, my family emigrated to California, legally of course!

I still have many relatives in Mexico and four years ago, I decided to go back alone to visit some of them. They welcomed me with wide open arms, especially when I opened my wallet and exposed my American dollars! I don't want to demean my folks, but it's just the truth!

One evening I took a walk by myself around one aunty's neighborhood (I was staying with her). There was a cemetery nearby and I had seen it during daylight hours. That evening I guess I got lost a bit but being a little adventurous, decided to walk arounf until I found my auntie's house.

At around 10pm, feeling thirsty, I found a bar and went in for a few cold beers. It was almost midnight when I decided to go home. I asked the bartender for directions before leaving.

As I strolled along, I saw that there was a party from a house a ways from the bar. I noticed that there were a lot of people in the graden in front of the house and they were all jovial and drinking. A lot of food lay on the tables. As I passed by, a woman's voice called out to me! "Jose! There you are!" she said in Spanish.

I stopped abruptly. I saw an old wizened woman rushing out toward me! "JOSE!" she called out again.

I looked at her dumbfounded as others looked at my direction. She held out her arms. "Jose! I heard you were in town! Have you come to visit me?" she said.

I looked at her in stupefaction!

"It's me, your auntie Carmen! Your mother's younger sister!"

"Well... I ...er YES!" I replied, also in Spanish. I didn't know what else to say!

"Come in!" she grabbed my arms then embraced me tightly. "The last time I saw you, you were only three! It's been a long time, hasn't it? Come, I'll introduce you. Today's a special day and we're celebrating!" She introduced me to everyone inside. Must have been at least 20 people.

Well I drank and ate my full before I decided to call it a night. "I have to go!" I told auntie Carmen. "It's almost 2am!"

"Nonsense! I have a nice warm bed upstairs ready for you. You are going to sleep in my house tonight and I won't take no for an answer!"

"Alright, but first let me call aunt Dora first."

"It's too late, you'll be disturbing her. I know her, she sleeps at 10pm and if you wake her up, she won't be able to sleep again!"

"OK! Anything you say.

"Marvellous!"

By 3am, all the guests had gone home and the house was a mess. "Don't bother with the mess!" she said as if reading my mind.

"Well goodnight then!" I said.

"Goodnight!" she replied as she gave me a peck on the cheek. "Sleep well, and we'll go out for breakfast tomorrow with Dora."

I had trouble sleeping. There was an unusual smell of cut grass permeating my room. An hour of tossing and turning later, I heard a cock crow, then I fell asleep.

I woke up in the morning next to a gravestone. The name "CARMEN J." was on it! I rushed back to auntie Dora's house and explained everything. Turned out the day before was the 17th anniversay of auntie Carmen's death!

The funny thing was, I knew I had an anutie named Carmen and I knew that she had died years back. But why was it that when I saw her, I didn't realize she was dead?

I am a fisherman and own a trawler with a crew of 5, which included my younger brother Fredy. When we go out to sea, we could be away for up to five days before returning to shore.

Now there's an agreed law among us that if one of us were to die during a fishing trip and we were days from home, the body would be given last rites then respecfully dumped into the sea. Here in the Philippines where the weather is hot and humid, a dead body starts to decay almost immediately. In my boat there is no refrigeration box big enough for a human body. So the only real alternative is what we call 'sea burial'.

Three days out at sea, my dearest brother Fredy had a fatal heart attack. He clutched his chest area suddenly and complained of dizziness and nausea. He was also sweating so much that there was a pool of water on the floor boards.

"FREDY!!!" I called out when I saw him lying down, pale. "What's the matter?"

"My heart!" he gasped as the others gathered around him. "I can't breathe!"

"You gonna be alright!" someone said.

"I... I... feel as if an elephant is stamping on my chest!" Fredy managed to say before he passed out.

It's a heart attack, I remember thinking. I felt for a pulse on his wrist. There was none! "Oh my God!" I shouted.

"Is he OK?" one of my workers asked.

Stunned I could not answer for a few seconds. "He's dead!" I finally said.

There were gasps all around. "So what do we do now?" I heard someone ask.

"We're three days from home!" another said.

I cried uncontrollably while hugging my brother. He was only 38.

My workers consoled me. "It's God's wish!" my assistant Julio said.

After I got a hold of myself, we discussed what to do with Fredy. "Are you sure he's really dead?" one of my workers asked.

I felt Fredy's body. It had only been a half hour since his heart attack and his body was already cold to the touch. "He's dead!" I shook my head sadly.

"It's three days from home. We don't have the facilities to keep his body fresh," Julio said.

"We'll have to do a 'sea burial'" I responded.

Some of the workers crossed themselves.

"NOW!" I said. "We'll do some prayers and then put him into the water."

My workers gazed at each other as if wondering if it was a good idea.

"We really have no choice!" I said. "The body will rot under the hot weather. Moreover it's not a healthy thing to do to keep the body in the boat."

I ordered one of the men to go below deck to fetch a bible, after which we gathered around the body for prayers. We asked the Lord to accept Fredy into His kingdom. It was a very simple ceremony. I cried again as we undressed him. Then my men carried him to the stern and slowly lowered him into the blue water.

We decided to return home even though we had only about 2 days catch of fish and squid. We had to inform Fredy's wife and two teenage children. Our parents had died some ten years back.

The atmosphere on the boat was solemn. The next morning, after breakfast I suddenly heard a scream and heavy footsteps from above deck. I rushed up to see what was happening. Julio was looking out at the sea with a telescope. I noticed his face was rather pale. "What's going on?" I demanded.

Without saying a word, he handed me the scope and pointed out the general direction he was observing. I moved the scope around then saw someone swimming towards out boat. "Stop the engine!" I ordered without realizing who the swimmer was.

"Pedro!" Julio gasped. "Can't you see who it is?"

I peered hard. My jaw dropped as I finally saw a naked man swimming towards us. It was none other than my dead brother Fredy. "It's Fredy! He's not dead afterall!" I was astonished.

The boat was by now stationary. I saw Fredy coming nearer and near the boat. By now he was only about 50 feet away. I ran to the stern, followed my the others. "FREDY!!!" I screamed as I held out my hand to pull him up.

I was restrained by my men. "It's not Fredy!" someone said. "Fredy's dead!"

"No, it's him. He didn't die afterall."

Fredy was now about 15 feet from us. He was naked and strangely had seaweed strung across his neck and shoulders.

"Fredy! Give me your hand!" I shouted excitedly.

Julio grabbed my hand. "It's not Fredy, goddamnit! Fredy is dead!"

The others again restrained me as Fredy held out his hand until it was only inches from us. He had a dazed look on his pale face. His eyes were blank.

Someone uttered Jesus' name. Some said prayers while crossing themselves. Fredy suddenly withdrew his outstretched hand as tears appeared in his eyes.

Then I realized! Fredy's soul was lost! He probably hadn't realized that he was already dead. "GO TO THE ARMS OF THE LORD FREDY!" I said sadly.

Fredy now seemed to understand what was happening. Slowly he dipped his head under the water until he disappeared completely.

I was inconsolable until I returned home. I didn't have the heart to tell Fredy's wife the bizarre events that happened after his death. I just told her he had a heart attack and died peacefully. It was then that she told me Fredy had only recently been diagnosed with heart artery blockages but I wasn't supposed to know.

I hope he's now at peace!

My husband Mac and I were married in 1953. I am now 75 and still an avid fan of the supernatural. I even learned to use the internet and when I heard about your site and 'GHOSTLETTERS' I knew I had to relate this story to you!

Mac was a classical music nut! Mozart and Bach were his favourites. Personally I couldn't stand that kind of music. I liked Rock n Roll but I had no complaints about his choices. He would play his records - yes those large plastic disks that are now part of history with the advent of CDs. He also frequented the Royal Albert Hall to hear the London Symphony and London Philharmonic Orchestras. I went with him at his insistence ONCE and almost fell asleep!

In 1976 Mac had a massive stroke that put him in a coma for three weeks. He drifted in and out of consciouness. It was really a thin line that separated him from life and death. Finally his body gave in and he died at age 48.

Well, after his death I tried as best I could to live my life as normal as possible. Due to a gynaelogical problem I wasn't able to have children so I basically was alone by myself in London (my closet relatives lived in Wales) But I kept myself busy most of the time with friends and work.

Since I was living alone, this is what I would do whenever I went out, especially at night. I would switch on most of the lights and turn on the radio to some pop music channel. This was to give the impression that someone was inside the house and thieves better not even think of entering!

On one such Saturday evening, I had a dinner engagement with some colleagues in Picadilly Circus (centre of London for those of you not familiar) As usual before I left I did the usual thing and switched on the lights turned the radio on to Radio 1. Music from 'The Kinks' blared out as I swayed to the music towards the front door.

When I returned at around 10.30pm, the first thing I noticed was classical music coming from the radio. I gasped and swallowed hard! Was someone inside the house? I walked catiously towards the radio half expecting a thief to jump out from somewhere and grab me! But I was too nervous. Why was there classical music from the radio? I was listening to 'The Kinks' before I left! I rushed out the house and ran to my neighbour Mr. Turner for help.

Mr. Turner bought along his dog. Together we entered my house and walked stealthily around. The dog suddenly started howling eeriely. We were both startled, quite scared but still brave enough to check the house over. There was no one there. At least not human. Classical music was still playing from the radio as I looked at the dial. Sure enough it was now tuned to Radio 3, the BBC's classical music station and my late husband's favourite channel!

Is there an explanation to all this? I can only guess that Mac had returned to listen to his favourite music. After that incident I never again experienced anything supernatural. Good night!

This story appeared in a local newspaper. Back in 1921 a young married couple was killed by invading Japanese forces and thrown into the sea. Apparently the woman's soul has been 'lost' since then. Being Buddhist she believed in reincarnation but could not be reincarnated because her body had not been found and given a proper burial. However, her husband's body was found, proper rites were given and he was cremated. Because of this, the man is presently reincarnated as a young man living somewhere in Malaysia.

The lost woman had been trying and failing to find her husband all these years and finally found him, in the form of the young man mentioned above. To a medium she told her story. The medium contacted the young man and told him the story AND that his 'wife' wanted for them to remarry! For reasons not mentioned, that would enable her to be reincarnated.

The woman promised not to disturb her real-life 'husband' after their ghostly marriage and that she would even bless him if and when he eventually got married to a real-life woman.

After a while the young man relented and he and the dead woman got married. The woman was represented by the medium and the man by a... rooster!

Talk about weird!

My brother-in-law, Jim , passed away October 2004. December 2004, a month to the day of his death, he came by to wish me a Merry Christmas.

I sat alone, meditating on relatives who had 'crossed' over.My thoughts lingered on the recent loss of my brother-in-law,who truly was more like a 'real' brother.I had known Jim since I was 9 years old. I had lived with him and my sister for many cumulative years. When I was a teenager and my parents were going through a divorce, I ran away and ended up at my sister's house in El Paso, Texas. I had been living with my mother in West (by God) Virginia. Many separations from my abusive husband were spent at Jim and Bobbie's house, along with my four children and sometimes a pet or two.I was sure I had amassed 8 years or more of living with them,over the last 14. They always 'took me in' and provided for us all.

Suddenly, I noticed the glittering green tinsel that was looped across the edge of the bar. It was rhythmically swaying back and forth, back and forth. It swang out forcefully and and back in. It dawned on me, after several minutes, there is no air source to make it sway like that! This was the third Christmas I had decorated the bar with that very same ribbon of tinsel. Never had it swayed, even gently in the breeze of the heater unit,it's position of air flow blocked by the backside of the bar. I had never seen this tinsel move in fact, unless someone actually bumped into the bar. And it just kept on swingin'.

I got up and searched for a draft, it would have to be a strong one to move it with such force.I put my hand on the heater vents, it was not blowing. Yet, the green tinsel kept it's steady beat. I spoke aloud, "Hello,Jim !",the tinsel swang. I walked to the double front doors and felt along the cracks, a hint of a breeze caressed my fingers along the bottom of the worn weather stripping, but not enough of a stir to justify such cadence and continuity. I searched for the source for 5-10 minutes, yet no explanation was offered.

I sat back down and spoke softly to my 'brother'. I told him my sister was O.K., to continue his journey into the light. I assured him we would all be alright and would join him, soon. I told him his brother was waiting, his mother anxiously calling. I reminded him of his bible reading and what it had taught him, Jesus is waiting to embrace you. There was nothing to be afraid of....the lights sparkled their reflection across the swaying aluminum tinsel. I finished by thanking him for all he had done for me. I thanked him for his presence, this day,and the Christmas greeting.My last words,"Jesus LOVES you Jim !, it will be O.K., it was His promise ! He IS there Jim! Waiting in the light."

The tinsel slowed it's tempo and soon stopped, never to sway again.And I said " Goodbye,Jimbo ! I love you too!"

Jim has not yet returned. But I hope that someday, after he has been reacquainted with his life there, he will stop by to say hello. I physically and spiritually felt uplifted after having recieved my special Christmas gift.

Not sure this is anything really big or what I encountered was the devil or just an Evil spirit, But here go's. Several Years ago I had been away from home on a trip and when I came home found that my mother and Brother had decided to take a weeks vacation. So I got the key from the neighbor and the first day was fine, though a bit lonely. The next day I walked over to some religious pictures my mother had hanging on the wall. As I was standing there looking at them the middle picture, (they were in a line ceiling to midway) flew off the wall and hit me in the chest, then dropped to the ground. I backed up and for an instant just froze, thinking "did that just happen"? The other two pictures stayed untouched. And I thought I was just imagining things. I hadn't bothered to look at the floor to pick up the fallen picture, instead I just walked away. Like in my mind I was thinking I'm just nervous about being alone and my over active imagination is just playing tricks on me. A while later I was sitting there watching t.v and in a very deep, evil voice I heard my name called and then for a second laughter. A few minutes later I heard what sounded like a refrigerator door open and shut and then running water in the bathroom. From there I ran into the kitchen and called my mother back home in Michigan where they were vacationing. I told my mother what had happened and what I had heard and she told me to grab some Note cards and write on there Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Then place one in the bathroom, one in the kitchen, in the living room and my bedroom. I did so and was so feaked out I closed myself in my bedroom for a week unless I had to get food or use the bathroom. After placing the cards I had no more run in's or incidences and completely forgot about the picture that was still lying on the floor. The same day almost to the hour that my mother and brother came home I ventured out into the living and thats when I noticed the pic still laying there. It was like I blocked it out of my mind for some odd reason.

I have a little story for you and it is true.

The house I used to live in, back when my kids were little had something going on in it.

We lived there for about 3 yrs before anything really started happening. We had minor things going on like the house would get real cold spots in it or you felt like you weren't alone.

When things started getting real it was no fun at all. My kids kept saying something was upstairs with them,, my one son was getting severe bloody noses for no reason whatsoever,,another was attacked one night.

He woke up screaming and afraid to go anywhere near the edges of his bed, saying something was biting his back. I thought he was just dreaming but he was terrified and kept repeating something was biting him.

I looked at his back just to make him happy and WOW,,, his back was covered in bite marks and all purple looking. He said something came out of the other room and was under his bed waiting for him to lay back down, even tho nothing was there!!

There were several other people that said they saw shadows going across the top of the stairs,,blocking a bright night light and throwing a shadow on the floor and going into a closet that had only one way in or out, it was about 3 ft wide by 6 ft long.

I went up the one night we saw this shadow and no one was there. I did find out that all the people that owned this house before us,,had many bad things happen. One owner was killed in front of the house,,2 others had died in the house,, one went crazy and boarded herself up in it never to be right again till she died,,then my hubby at that time(ex now) started to follow along in the woman's steps. He had closed up all the windows with heavy curtains,, they were not allowed to be open for any reason,,I wasn't allowed to go outside unless someone was with me at all times. He refused to go outside and do any of the things we did every day before this.

He was always thinking someone was out to get him and became paranoid.

After he was gone out of my life,,,the house started to fall apart,,the furnace went out one night,so I had someone try to re- light it,, a huge fireball came out of it,,,,the well stopped working, the electrical went bad,,could smell burning alot at night or a foul rotten odor,glasses would shatter in your hands for no reason, plaster off the ceiling fell one day almost hitting my parents.

My kids refused to sleep upstairs after few nights of them seeing something walk out of the one closet,go thru their room into the other small closet and getting told to get out. My kids were 3 & 5 when I moved into this house and we stayed til they were 8 & 10.

To this day,that house still stands empty,no electric hooked up to it (I had it removed for fear of a fire),,but neighbors around there say there will be lights going on and off,, voices inside and some really strange movements like things are being moved around(all taking place at night).

I will go by there every now and then and I feel as if I am being watched and my hairs will stand right on end.

The house has been condemned for more than 14 yrs now and this still goes on to this day.

(This is an actual experience which happened to me, around 1979, whilst I was in my late auntie's flat, all alone, one Sunday afternoon. I still get goosebumps to this day each time I reflect on it!)

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon in early Spring. I was minding my auntie' flat whilst she was out visiting relatives. As the Sunday afternoon movie on TV wasn't quite to my liking, I thought I would pop into the bedroom and relax with a good book.

As I lay there, deeply engrossed in my adventure novel, I suddenly heard the faint sound of shuffling footsteps from somewhere inside the flat.

I listened, frowning as the sound of the footsteps grew more distinct, as if they were shuffling, nearer and nearer, towards the closed bedroom door. The footsteps sounded just like those that my auntie would make . . . or any old woman with a habit of dragging her feet as she walked.

Putting my book down, I listened closely. My immediate thought was that maybe my auntie had come back to the flat, for some reason. However, I could not recall her knocking on the door, or even using her own key to let herself in...

"Fran, is that you?" I called out.

No answer.

The footsteps shuffled to a stop. Right outside the room in which I was lying.

I frowned puzzledly.

"Fran, are you back?" I called out again.

Still no answer. A deathly silence.

Expecting the door handle to turn any minute, I jumped up off the bed, my novel falling to the floor with the sudden disturbance, and rushed towards the door. My breath seemed to catch in my throat. My heart was thudding madly. Suddenly, a weird feeling of unease was gripping my stomach.

I pulled the door open, expecting to see a figure standing there to greet me.

But there was nobody there.

The flat was completely empty, except for myself.

Then I remembered that the old lady who used to have the flat before my aunt, a woman called Jessie, had died there a few years ago. Like my aunt, she too used to drag her feet as she walked along.

Were the shuffling footsteps I had heard so clearly actually been hers?

Suddenly, I was in no mood for further contemplation. I hastily put my book away, locked up the flat, and was out of it like a shot.

Right to this day, I can still hear my dad's reaction that Sunday afternoon as I arrived back home:

"You're back early, Al. What's wrong?"

Hello, im from a little town just outside Boston Mass. I currently work for a private natural gas company in the service dept. and everyday in several houses. I use to think that people who believed in the paranormal were a bunch of crack pots and these 2 stories im about to tell you have and will for ever change the way I feel now. Im a father of 3 kids from ages 22 to 15 and have nothing to gain here but future knowledge, thanks here goes...One night I was called to a house that had no heat, I arrived at the house around 8pm and had to be buzzed in to get in the apartment, 4 apartments in the house, this particular women let me in and met me in the hall and showed me where the basement and her furnace was. She told me that she hoped I fixed it because the last person left in a hurry and it was never fixed. so I went down and after a while had fixed the problem. I came up to her apartment, after filling out the bill to have her sign it. On the way out of the basement I shut off the lights. I had stepped inside her apt and closed the door but not all the way, open about 1", after telling her what I did to fix it the door to the hallway open about 1" then closed again, now in order to get in you must be buzzed in and there is no breeze at all. so all of a sudden while I was looking at the door open and close (in my mind) I was picturing an elderly man with white hair combed back, a lite gray shirt and black dress pants, there were no hands or facial features but this is what I saw thru the door in my mind. I turned to the woman and said, that's weird I just pictured a man behind the door, well she says (now I never described to her what the guy looked like) oh that old man with the white hair gray shirt and black pants, well I was ready to freak out, then she begins to tell me that she's a medium and all kinds of these types of things come to her all the time, she tells me that she has asked them what they want and now she cant get rid of them. I did not see an entity but only in my mind. Now she says to come and look at a crack in her floor in the bedroom closet, I look down and I see a light, she tells me that's its the bsmt light, I told her I shut off the lite on the way out of the bsmt, then she showed me the lights in the kitchen and the refrigerator was off, she says they go on and off all the time. A year has since past and I have since been back to the same place to turn on the gas for a new customer, I asked the guy if the apartment has been ok and he said," ya why." Thats 1 story.? Story 2 Went to a house built in 1723 reponding to a gas odor and on entrance into the first floor felt as if someone was watching me and i felt a presence there but not an evil one. I did what i have to do and the gentleman took me up to check the second floor and on the way up the stairwell we stopped to admire the exposed stonework. neither of us were moving. all of a sudden to my left the floor squeeked, well i looked at him and said, did you hear that and he did. so he starts to tell me how he lives upstairs alone.? For the past 100 years or so as the house has been passed down from generation has a number of things happening that cant be explained. so he has seen 2 entities there's a man with a beard and a little boy and both times as he has reached out to touch them they just vanish.We went down to the kitchen and the smell of freshly cut bouquet of flowers was over whelming, the weird thing was he didn't smell it but I did and he was freaked over that. This house is huge and has been vacant for 2 years. I read your article about the flower smell and this is how I got to send you this, hope I didn't bore you and hope to hear from you soon. ?Thanks for your time.............Tom

We had just moved into this house that was fifty miles away from the other house and we had drove 100 miles that day and we were very tired. We went to bed and I kept hearing something. I opened my eyes and there was a shadow creature type thing that was walking back and forth at the foot of my bed on the floor. I said in my mind what is that? I looked again and it was turning around and it was a headless bulldog. It was small in stature but you could tell it was a bulldog. Anyway, I closed my eyes again and said in my mind, I'm just tired, there's nothing there. I opened my eyes and there it was at the head of my bed on the floor and I closed my eyes again and prayed for that thing to go to its home and leave me alone. After that I opened my eyes again and it was gone. I had not seen it since. We have moved from that house but I have 2 years of ghost stories for you in your interested.

Here is another thing that happened to us while we were living in that house. We were done with supper one night and we were talking about things that had happened in the house. All of a sudden we heard this moan. It was very loud! My husband told my daughter to go see what that was. She said ok, and went to the kitchen door and as soon as she opened it, the moan sounded like it was right in her face. I was standing beside her. We went to the back door to see if someone was there and there was nobody even close.

Here's another experience, one night while we were in bed, I had to get up to go to the bathroom. I was doing my business when I heard my bedroom door open and close. I waited a minute and then I heard this man's voice saying" Dam she's still in there". Well, I thought it was my hubby. I got through and came out and I was expecting to see Randy. Nobody was there. I turned off the light went in my bedroom and there he was sleeping like a baby. I asked him did he get up and he said no. I told him the next day what had happened. Hope you like these,