My experience all started on Halloween, 2000. I was at my best friend's house (Sue) and another girl named Sara was also there. We were trying to do something fun, well earlier that day I had went to a store in the mall and bought the Ouija Board that glows in the dark. I brought out the board and we all figured it would be even scarier if we went to a local grave yard to play with the board. We arrived at the grave yard around 11:50pm and found a perfect spot to sit, under a huge oak tree where the full moon shown threw the tree down to the board it was kind of spooky. We started the session with me saying: (I asked) Is there any spirits here who want to speak to us? YES (Sue asked) How many spirits are here with us? 3 (Sara asked) What was Elizabeth's real mother's name? ANGEL (She was asking about my real mother's name, I'm adopted) (I asked) Is there anyone here who died of a horrible death? YES As soon as that answer came we heard a loud scream from the back/left side of the grave yard (The grave yard is like the size of a football field, we were in the middle of the grave yard) we all ran and jumped into my car and left. Later that night when we all were sleeping I was awaken by the same scream we heard in the grave yard, I sat up since I was laying on the floor, and looked up on the bed at my friends to see if they were playing a prank on me. Which they both were passed out sleeping. The next morning we were making brunch when I asked my girlfriends if they heard that scream last night when we were sleeping, they both looked at each other and then back to me and said "No Elizabeth we didn't hear nothing last night". The rest of the day was alright until I returned to my own home and was sleeping and I was awakened again to the same scream. That had happened for about two good months of being awakened hearing the scream, until one night I was asleep when I was again awakened to the scream. This time instead of it just going away I started to smell this god awful smell (like rotten eggs) in my room. I looked around for the suspect of the smell but I couldn't find anything. I laid back down and had drifted back to sleep when I was touched on my left foot. I sat up in bed and there sitting on the foot of my bed was this lady. She was dressed in all black with a black veil covering her eye's... I asked her what she wanted, she opened her mouth and all that came out was that god awful scream again and she vanished into thin air. I have heard the screams and the smells since then, but the lady I have never seen her again.

So this story starts off on Halloween, this is not made up. This actually happened to me. I was about 6 and I was waiting for my mom to come home. Now I was not alone, I was actually with my grandma, and brother. But my brother had left to go to the movies with his friends, and my grandma went in her room. Here is exactly what I remember... It was dark already, and my mom was not home still. I heard a knock on the door, and thought they were Trick or Treaters. So, I grabbed the bowl and skipped to the door and when I opened it, no one was there. Later, that night when my mom took me Trick or Treating I felt like I was being followed. Being a little girl and having a "BIG" imagination, I told my mom. She said that it was my guardian angel. I did not believe her because after she said that I felt pushing on my chest and back as if someone was hugging me tightly. After, an hour or two of the squeezing I told my mom I didn't feel good and we went home. That night when I went to bed I heard THUMP...thump...THUMP. I hid under my blanket, and I kept hearing THUMP...thump...THUMP. I had a thin blanket so through the blanket I could see a figure standing over my bed. I prayed and the figure vanished! To this day I have no clue what it was! Do you have any ideas?

October has been a rough month for me since 2002. It was the month my son was born. For 20 years we celebrated Halloween together. Then in January of that year, he passed away. I only tell you this, because I think it has some baring on things that are going on. I believe a person's emotional state effects paranormal activity. And despite my attempts to be the happy, outgoing person I usually am, I border on depression during October. As long as I'm around others, I can squash it down, but when I'm alone - well, then the memories bushwhack me and I just get to missing him so much. Like I said, it gets rough for me, but this past October (2013) it got down right weird. It started with little things, which I attributed to the same spirit as in my Coffee Time accounts. I was repairing some curtains for a friend and my thread went missing, only to reappear right on the end table where I left it. Then I could not find a large tube of basting glue that I KNEW was in my sewing basket - even though I took everything out and put it back in. This tube is about 6-7 inches long, 2 inches wide at the base, a bit hard to overlook. I settled for pinning the material instead, went to reach for the needle and thread, and it was gone again. I thought maybe I had absentmindedly placed it back in the basket. Opening the lid there was no thread but the tube of basting glue was right in the top of it. I took it out, shut the lid, and sighed about getting old. I turned to place the tube on the end table next to my chair and there was the thread - again. Then there was the ceiling light. Earlier, I would find it on at the oddest times, but I debunked it. It seems that when in the off position, when my cat walks across the top of the sofa and happened to stretch right below the switch, he is just tall enough to knock it into the ON position. Only now it was doing the direct opposite, turning itself off - at the switch. This sort of thing happened nearly daily - things missing just to show up again, the light flicking itself to off, my chair turning itself to be at an angle; nothing harmful or too crazy. Except for on the 26th around 2 in the afternoon. I was sitting in my chair, watching some TV and decided I wanted to have some soda. I retrieved a bottle from the fridge, came back and sat it on the end table only to have it promptly fall over. I snatched it up and noticed the end table was slanted! The legs on one side were carefully balanced on the ledge of the glider's runners (the chair that keeps being moved to an angle). These runners are about 2 inches high with only about 1/8th of an inch thick 'edge'. I tried to replicate this and couldn't do it. But what really has me puzzling is NOTHING slid or fell off the table. Not the lamp, or my paper or pen. Not even my glasses. Only that darn soda bottle. The end table itself is fairly heavy being made of 2x4s, so I can't blame the cat, and my roommate was out. I looked around the room, but except for a slight tingling sensation, I didn't pick up on anything. Out loud I said, "If you want my attention you've got it. Are you here?" Nothing, just the ticking of the clock and the murmur of the TV from the apartment downstairs. 27th: A small pile of things that have been missing are found on the end table. Things that have been gone long enough I figured they were lost for good. My roommate denies any knowledge. Maybe someone making amends for the spilt soda? Anyway after that things seem to have gone quiet again.

On Oct 31st, 2004, on Halloween, me and my friends (josh, ryan, and jacob) decided to go out at midnight to play the ouija board on an upside down pentagram. So late that night, we all snuck out and met up at the park entrance. It was a full moon out so we didn't need candles or anything. We sat the board on top of the pentagram and in less than a second, without any of us asking it any thing, it spelled out "i can see you". So as stupid as we were, we would make fun of him (calling him name, provoking him, things like that). It continued on "I can see you, I can see you, I can see you..." Then all the sudden it stopped. We went kind of slow and the ouija board spelled out "stand up and look at me". So taking this as a joke to scare us, we stood up to take a look. When we did, not to far in the distance, stood a kind of tall man in the shadows but you could still make him out (not like any ghost I have ever seen). But I yelled "HELLO... HELLOOO..." but no answer, then he was gone faster than i can blink my eyes! Right after that, we all started to try and apologize. It was no use, we had messed around with something we didn't know. Now it was his turn. This demon was now spelling out "look up", when we did, the moon blanked out for a split second as if something just flew over it. We were flipping out! Josh and Jacob screaming "What the f*ck!". I grabbed my ouija board and I was like "let's get the hell out of here!" Just then, something swooped down and hit a very very very near tree. When it hit, leaves were falling and a few small limbs. I don't think I have ever ran that fast in my life! We got back to my house as fast as we could and spent the rest of the night looking up. I was 13 then and I'm 17 now, that story still makes me say "no frickin way!". I know how weird it sounds but this really happened to me and my friends. They still play around with the ouija board and still pisses it off but we will always remember that one night.

Our five-year-old got to choose where we spent Halloween night, as his sixteen-year-old sister was going with friends to an organized Haunted House. After giving him the choice of a few neighboring cities, he chose Middlebury. We parked the truck on to Main Street and headed out to gain some treats for our futuristic police officer. He got to pick which way to go, what streets to hit, and all. The town was small enough, that all we really had to do was turn around if we got lost, or simply look for traffic. If there was a vehicle moving, THAT was Main Street. Children were running up to houses and he was just calmly making his way up this street and down the next, around the corner, and he stopped. He kind of cocked his head to the side as if trying to hear things a bit more clearly, or remember something that is just beyond his reach. We actually had to STOP him to have him go up on the porches for treats. When we got on this one particular street, he broke into a SHINING smile and said "yep, this the street." Daddy and I just looked at him, and Daddy said "but you missed all of those other houses. You only have a few pieces of candy." "I know. But this is where I need to be today, Daddy." Well, honestly, WHO could argue with THAT? Up on the porch was Jack Sparrow (I think that is the name of the pirate on Pirates of the Caribbean) and Sarah Palin. Our Police Officer got in line and was heading up the porch when my husband silently grabbed my arm and pointed to a plaque attached to the porch which stated the home was registered on www.hauntedhouses.com. All we had on hand was Daddy's cell phone, but we shot off a photo anyway. Our son was up there talking to Jack. All the rest of the children had wandered away, and off to collect more goodies, and there he stood, talking to the pirate. He turned to talk with Sarah Palin just as I grabbed my husband's arm and whispered (lack of upbringing here, I POINTED at the doorway) "Look at THAT." And Daddy started toward our son. "No, wait. Watch." Our son looked PAST Sarah and into the house. Sarah and Jack (Jack stood up and walked over to Sarah and whispered something to her. BOTH of them were looking between our son and US, still standing out at the street on the sidewalk). Our son smiled really big and said "Oh, he is Amish." Sarah said "who?" "The man in your house. I thought he was dressed up, like you, but that is who he was." Total silence. "Kin I talk to him?" "Uh, well, We. See, uh" stammered both of them. I stepped up slightly and said, in my most calming voice, "It is alright. He will not hurt him; he will not TRY to scare him. He just wants to know why he is here." "He can DO that?" Daddy: "Yep" About a half an hour later our son says "Thank you! It been a pleasure to meet you. Maybe I see you gain." Sarah and Jack were speechless, but brought themselves together enough to tell him that would be a pleasure. Our son paused on the step, turned back around to Sarah and Jack and said "Oh, I'm sorry. I liked meeting you, too. CAN I come back?" To which he obtained a standing invitation to return, which we did the following weekend. When we returned, we did a tour of the house and garage area. I had asked permission to walk through with my son, and to share in the experience, and permission was granted to the entire family. After talking a bit in the house, I started to notice my son's actions. He was basically allowed to do as he pleased, he had made quite an impression on the husband and wife who lived there. While the adults were talking, our five-year-old began to wander. "Where are you going, Mr. Sam? Can I come too? Oh. Could you stay with us for a few minutes, please, Sir?" He walked around the living room, seemed to watch someone either stack, or stoke a fire. He wandered out into the kitchen. Wandered back through the living room and then back out in the garage. He was DEFINITELY following someone. In the lull of the conversation, our son came barreling into the house through a side door that WE were not aware of (They had neglected to show us that. It was a "hidden" passage from the workshop to the house in the event that Sam would work late at night on a special design) I thought he had come through the wall. "Hurry, we have to go NOW!" So we jumped up and went out in the garage. Sam had let our son know that he needed to go to town to see the banker in his quest to retrace his steps as before. Our son had tried to stop him, but he was determined to find his family. That is when our son ran in to get us. Our son started down the drive and was following. We stopped at a dime store. I asked why he was there. (It was raining, and NONE of us stopped to grab our jackets. We did not think we were going to walk a few blocks) He just pointed straight up. Above the door, and on the second floor was chiseled Middlebury Trust and Loan. We all stood outside and waited for a total of twenty minutes. We then followed our son as he headed a bit further down the street to the hardware store where we waited outside for about ten minutes. Then our son simply spun on his heel and started walking back to the house. He kind of skipped along, like he was having a heyday. Enjoying himself, when all of a sudden he stopped as if he ran into a wall and grabbed his head and started howling. There he dropped to roll on the ground just making this awful noise. I will be honest, I froze. I had no idea what to do to help him. I started for him, but my husband grabbed my arm and shook his head no, our teenager tried to squeeze past us all to get to her brother, and Daddy stepped in front of her to block her, and Daddy just pointed down to our son. We all watched in amazement as a kind of mist rose up (Logically, that COULD have been all in the fact that our son was warm, and rolling around on a cold wet sidewalk) from AROUND him, and dissipated. After a minute or so of stunned silence, he just got up slowly and said "Let's go back to the house; I have to see something." When we got back to the house, he said Sam was home. After sitting in the garage with Sarah and Jack for a while, our five-year-old asked how important it was that their house was haunted. Sarah said it was pretty important. The town loves that there is such a documented place there. They enjoy people coming from all around to check out a "haunted town", even if the majority of people never make it to the house. The town prospers in the warmer months, when the tourists come to see the Amish crafts and such that the town offers, and an added pull is that there is a haunted house there. Our son asked about the man that walks further out of town, but still on County Road 18. They said he helps, but he is mostly ONLY seen by the town folks. Our son sat down on a garbage can and said something to the effect of "Here's the thing. Sam needs his wife and babies. They ain't here. They in a much better place, and HE should be too." Jack said "yes, but he is stuck here. We have had investigators here that are much older than you, and THEY left him alone. WHY can't you?" "Cause that is NOT what Sam wants." "We like him here. He helps the town." "He can help no one if he's stuck." We like him." This from Sarah. Our son was quiet, and then he whispered "but his family LOVES him." You could have heard a pin drop. In the end, we Cleansed, Smudged, and Blessed the house. We did the same with the garage. As we were getting ready to leave, there was a sadness to both Sarah and Jack, but they still let our son check out the gutted car in the garage. Jack is building a racecar, and our boy was excited to see how it was going. As he was playing in the sunroof, He grabbed a flashlight and was looking into the dark areas of the car. Jack has fluorescent lighting up along the walls of the room, save for the wall leading into the hidden door. Our son heard a noise (no one else did), and looked up and said "Bye, Mr. Sam. Hug your babies for us!" And I snapped off a photo. I have no idea if I grabbed something, but there is an interesting light formation that does not quite follow the line a flashlight would make. Even if it is nothing, it is a peaceful photo all the same. History: Sam is NOT the name of the man my son encountered on his visits to this home. I changed his name, and stayed away from a few of the distinguishing factors of the town to keep the privacy of those who may be effected by this story. Sam was out walking a bit late at night. It was not yet dark, and he was hurrying home from the store (after meeting with the banker) with candy for his babies and a present for his wife. He had bought her a new bolt of cloth to make herself a new dress. He was very happy, because his wife was going to be very pleased. They did well that year, and the new dress would be how he would let her know HOW well. He had twins, a boy and a girl, and both of them would be waiting at the big front window when he returned home. He THOUGHT that his wife was pregnant. He whistled as he walked, and his step was light. He was lost in his own thoughts of happiness. Out of nowhere came a blinding light. He knew nothing else. When he made it home, his babies were not at the window. His wife was no where around. His beautiful personally hand carved furniture was replaced by the mass produced junk, made out of cardboard and chipped wood, that was in the house now. The curtains were not made by his wife's hand, and there was NOTHING that was familiar. And these ENGLISH were destroying his family home (Our son took that to mean he did NOT like "Englishmen", or those who were not Amish). So, now Sam waits. He waits to wake up from this dream. He waits for his wife to return with his babies. He often retraces his steps to see where he went wrong but can not seem to see when exactly that happened. He has tried leaving the cloth and candy sticks at home, and coming back to it, but they are missing when he gets there as well. So he carries them all (the sticks in his right pocket, the bolt of cloth under his left arm) each time he takes that walk. This man COULD NOT have been hit by a car. The street is a bit of a valley, with the sidewalks and houses being on raised platforms. Four or five steps will take you up to the sidewalk. Whatever hit him, hit quick. He was all but a few blocks from his earthly home.

My brother and I were going to spend the night at our best friend's house. It was a week before Halloween. Every time we spent the night at our friend David's house, we always stayed up late. It was about midnight when we went outside to play hide and seek. My brother and I ran to the back of the house and found a shed that David didn't know about. David was the seeker like always. As we were waiting for David, we saw a shadow at the other end of the house. It shouted something at us and started running to us. I went to the opposite side of the shed waiting for what I thought was David. It finally made it to my brother's side of the shed, so I ran out into the darkness. I realized that my brother wasn't following me. I went back to the shed to find my brother standing by the shed, staring into the darkness. I asked him if anything came back by him. He said no. He also said that he saw a shadow circle around two times and disappeared. It was odd because we both saw the same thing, but it did different things to both of us. As soon as we realized something was wrong, we ran back to the house. As we came to the front door, our friend David jumped out and scared us even more. We told him that we saw something back there and he said he saw something, too. We never saw anything else that night, or to this day forward.

Sorry if this gets long (I figure I'd tell the WHOLE story because this is a really fun game and I would recommend it to anyone) but where to begin... Ok, This happened when I was 15 or so and as stereotypical as it is just a day or two from Halloween. I have a relative who had recently bought a bunch of land in the middle of nowhere, so you can kind of see where I'm going with this. Anyway we (Around 12 people or so) were playing a hardcore version of hide and seek. The rules are simple. One team is the killers, the other the victims. The victims go out into the woods all night and try not to get caught by the killers. (In retrospect this sounds like the cheesy setup for a horror movie.) The victims were around 7 people (Me included). I was late on getting a head start because me and 3 other guys were sleeping because the game literally goes all night. So the other guys woke me up and after a couple cans of monsters we were getting our shoes on and heading out the door. The second we stepped out of the door we saw 2 killers running down the road toward us. I'm glad we made the reasonable choice... And ran like hell. Instead of going behind the house like everyone else we ran straight forward and past the small pond in the front. That was probably the first bad idea. I remember we dove and hid in the bank next to the small dirt road while one of the killers whistled a really slow creepy song and walked past us on the road. We were covered in brush so he didn't notice. He kept walking down the path that went around the pond and we ran and hid on top of the hill the road was next to. We decided that we would just walk in one direction and not stop. That way we wouldn't get lost and we could wait it out until morning. That was probably bad idea number two. Lets call the three guys I was with Tom, James and Mark. Mark forgot his phone so he went back to get it. Well we walked (If what you call walking is stumbling blindly through the moonlit woods) for what seemed like an hour (we were tired but hearing screams every now and then kept us motivated) and decided that we would find a place to hide and to sleep. Here's the wierd thing, no one has been back in the woods that far before. Not even my relative. So we came across this valley like place. I think we crossed a barbed wire fence not long before that. You ever had that feeling like you just aren't supposed to be in a place and that all of your instincts were screaming at you to leave? Thats what I felt like crossing that fence. It was around 3 in the morning when we stopped. I remember Tom complaining that James had worn white pants (I should probably tell you that no one else wore white except James) and would get noticed. I used my jacket to cover up his pants. Rick (We assumed was out) still wasn't with us because we left him behind at the house. For the greater good. (He has given us away far too many times) But we did tell him where we were going. Anyways I didn't realize it at the time but he would have a weird experience too. After he left I had the feeling like I was being watched. Tom still complained and I was bored so I went to find a better hiding place. That's when the weird things started happening. I walked along the side of the small valley I didn't feel like I was being watched anymore. As I was walking I thought I saw ashes on the ground. I was looking at the ground when the next thing I knew my face hit this weird doll thing hanging from a tree. I seriously almost shiat my pants. I remember screaming "What the f*ck!"... I definitely wouldn't continue walking. It wasn't like a toy doll or anything but kind of like a bunch of red yarn that made the shape of it. Everything in my body was telling me to run like hell, and I was happy to comply. But as I turned to bolt... I don't know what I saw. It was like a woman standing at the edge of the treeline watching Tom and James sleep... She was as plain as day as far as moonlit nights go. Yet I couldn't really see her clearly. If you've ever, ever had a moment where you were frozen in fear you'd know how I felt. Its like that buildup of tension where it takes your brain a few seconds to realize what your looking at. All the while you feel like somethings crawling up the top of your neck. Followed by the sensation of shock. I don't thnk I could ever forget that. But that's not the creepy part. After about a couple seconds of staring at the "woman" she turned abruptly and looked straight at me. I'm not going to lie but I couldn't even scream. I just stared back and then she just floated back into the forest and out of my line of sight. I didn't hear a single sound not a single animal, not even wind. I didn't even realize I was sprinting as fast as I could back to the guys. I tried telling them about it and what I saw I don't think they were taking me seriously they are somewhere around 20 years old. But they saw I was panicked so we called it quits regardless of the game. I was explaining what I saw on our way back. They simply thought it was someone trying to scare us. But I could tell they were nervous. When we made it back everyone was there (Either found or forfeited) except for a a lot of people who went to sleep. The only people left in the living room were Me, James, Tom, Rick and, well let's call him Mike. I tried explaining to Rick and Mike what I saw but before I could Rick said something that made me uneasy. He said he heard footsteps behind him as he was walking out to where we were. He also felt like he was being watched. He said he sprinted out of there and still felt like he was being followed. He thought it was us messing with him. But when he looked around the place there was no one. Just typing this gives me the chills. My relative had to sell the property but I did try to go back once. But every fiber in my body was telling me not to. And I've learned to trust my instincts.