Three years ago I worked in a very nice rest home as a CNA, it is called Courtyard at Jamestown assisted living facility, if anyone reading this is from Utah, it is just off university avenue right before will's pit stop. The people I helped there were near the end of their lives obviously, so we had a lot of people pass on there, but not a lot of them hung around there after they had died, so unusual occurrences were not the norm for the residents and staff. The residents got a hold of the CNA's by use of pull cords in their rooms that alerted us by a pager that would buzz and vibrate and show the room number of the person that needed help, or they had a necklace that had a button they could push to summon help. Now this is important to remember, the pull cords in the apartments had to be pulled with a fairly forceful tug to be activated and can only be reset by going into the room and pushing the little plastic switch attached to it back up. A day prior to when this story occurred, one of our residents suddenly took a nose dive down hill and had to go to the hospital where she passed away that night, it was all very sudden, this lady Anna had been very healthy and active just a few days before. At the end of our shift, the day after she passed away, me and two other CNAs were sitting in the staff room charting, all the other CNAs had gone for the day as well as the RN and LPN that are there during the day time. So we were the only staff left in the building. Our pagers started to buzz which in nothing out of the norm, until one of my co-workers pulled out her pager to see who needed us and realized the room that was calling was Anna's and she was dead, her face completely drained of color for a few seconds; we all thought this was a bit strange but sometimes the necklace call buttons malfunction so we figured that was probably what it was and decided just to go check her room, in case it was family that needed help moving her stuff out or some ordinary thing like that. When we reached her room, the door was locked and the only ones with keys are the residents themselves and the nursing and housekeeping, this is important to keep in mind when reading what we found in the room. We unlocked the door and all the lights were off, then we noticed that the actual pull cord had been pulled down and that is what summoned us to that room, not a malfunctioning necklace call light. After we got over our initial shock, we noticed that there were blankets and couch cushions strewn all across the living room and that it had not been like that when she had left for the hospital the day before (it could have been family but would you leave your mothers apartment all torn up?). At this point we were all getting a little freaked out, but someone had to reset the call light and that night I was not feeling at all like going into her room, so me and the other CNA ganged. Kristen and pushed her into the room and forced her to do it (not nice I know), she ran in and pushed the switch up and ran out almost tripping on a couch cushion in her haste to escape. We were all a little shaken and when the graveyard shift arrived, we told them what happened and they of course didn't believe us and as far as I know, nothing else ever happened in that room. I think it was Anna just saying good bye to courtyard and the staff, she was a really fun lady who probably got a kick out of seeing us so scared.

This story I'm about to tell you happened when I was a toddler, and lived in Pennsylvania. I currently am 12 and live in Florida, so enjoy! Encounter #1: My mom always told me that my sister and I used to talk to a boy named Ronald when we were younger. She is 17 now, and we both talked to him at the same age, and never talked about him to each other, yet still had the same name of the person when we told our mom. I remember waking up in the middle of the night and hearing some rustling going around in the basement, and people coming up and down the stairs. I went out there one night, with the curiosity of finding out who it was and saw nobody, but a really small light. Of course I didn't know what an orb was then, so I just crawled back to bed and forgot about it. Encounter #2: My dad was about to go upstairs for the night, and our door was RIGHT in front of the steps. He was literally exactly next to the door when he heard a knock. He opened the door only a millisecond later, and found no one there. No one was running away, or hiding anywhere. Encounter #3: We had a barn without any animals in it down the hill, because we lived on a mountain. It was ALWAYS locked, yet whenever we went down there, papers where everywhere. My dad used the upstairs and next room door as offices from his old job. They put a baby monitor down there to make sure no raccoons or anything were in there. Then they heard human footsteps in the barn. They thought they were the teenagers from down the street, so when they went down, the doors where still locked, and no windows were broken. No way to get in or out. When they checked, no one was in there, and there were the papers on the floor. Encounter #4: This is the last encounter that happened at our house. It was around midnight, and my dad was out of town on a business trip. My sister was about 8 and I was 3. We used to live on an Indian battle ground, which is what we thought explained everything, but this put the icing on the cake. My mom woke up at midnight surely enough to the sound of an Indian battle fight. She thought it was the TV, so she looked up to turn it off, but that wasn't on. She checked all of the TVs, radios, and mass medias around the house, yet no sound was coming out if any. She still heard the fight. She didn't want to look out the window, because their was probably something out there from where she heard the yelling and hooves of horses.

One night when I was about to go to sleep and my lights turned off, I didn't think much of it so I just brushed my teeth and laid on my bed. I watched some TV before going to sleep. It was late around 2 in the morning, so I turned off my tv and fell asleep. Usually I like to sleep on my stomach, I don't know why, but I do. So maybe an hour or two later, I felt someone lean their weight on my back and I couldn't breath. My dad is a heavy guy so I thought it might be him telling me to get up or something. So I tried to turn around and tell him to get off, but I couldn't move, I couldn't breath and I was really cold and-scared. Nothing scares me, but I was scared so I laid there maybe about a minute, then I got the strength to turn around. When I did, there was nothing but footsteps around my room, I heard them. I was scared out of my mind, I didn't know what to do, I tried to shout to my mom or my dad, but I was speechless, nothing came out of my mouth when I tried to shout. When it all ended, I ran into my parents bedroom, petrified, speechless and cold. To this day I haven't told them why their 15 year old son ran into their bedroom like a 6 years old girl.

This story happened in August of 2006. The house my husband, son, and I where living in, the ceiling came down in the living room in July. We were staying at his mother's house when this occurred. My friend Lisa and I were at my house cleaning it out. Packing stuff so when we moved, the stuff was packed for us. We were working on packing the stuff in the kitchen and putting the boxes in the living room where the ceiling had feel. Lisa did not like my bathroom because she has had bad experiences in it. A friend and I were playing a joke on her, one day when she used the bathroom and held the door shut went she was trying to get out and when we let go of the door, I was still being held firmly and would not move for anyone. I ended up kicking the door and I opened. So from that day on, she will not use the bathroom without the door being open and someone near the door. When we where packing, she had to use the bathroom and she had me stand guard at the door as usual. She used the potty and went to go wash her hands when she noticed speckled blood all over the cover of my sink top. There was even finger marks in it. She called me in there to look at it and we both looked at each other like WTF. She washed her hands and we decided maybe it could have been an animal or a bird that did it, since no one was living there now. So we cleaned it up. We packed a few more boxes and we both went home. The next day we went down there so we could pack some more. Lisa got the idea to check to see if the blood was back in the same pattern with the finger marks. Sure enough, we went back into the bathroom and there it was. This went on for a month. I don't think an animal can do that over and over again and one day stop. That house was and still is creepy. We thought maybe the inhabitants were mad because I moved out. I still reside on the same property. I actually live right next to the house. And we are working on tearing it down. I am wondering what it is going to go when it's gone. My friends and I are going to do a little investigation before we take the house down and I update you all on the results. I have a lot more stories of the house too.

We're deciding to put all of our little stories that couldn't quite make it on their own... All in one: #1 The thing that thinks it's my cat I say this only because it LOOKS like my cat Mystique. The weird thing is, it ALWAYS looks like Mystique, it never looks like my other cat Madden. But sometimes it acts like him. The first time we noticed it was with us was when I was in the bathroom. I saw Mystique's paw under the door, and I just figured she wanted to be fed, so I washed my hands and went to my room. She was sitting on her favorite spot on this metal shelf thing with a princess blankie. I asked my brother if she had been there the whole time and he said yes. Then I remembered the paw under the door didn't have orange toes, all of Mystiques toes are orange. The second time that we can remember is the other night I saw Mystique run out of my room and I asked Darian to go get her, he looked over and said "she's right there" and I just laughed a little nervously and said "It's back". We feel it jump on the bed all the time, and it just feels like a cat jumping up on the bed and laying by us, or just jumping off. And last night we thought one of my cats jumped up on my computer desk and Dare asked "Are your cats supposed to go on your desk?" and I was like "why?" and he said "Because there is a cat on your desk" But Mystique was next to him, and Madden was chewing on my hair. And once we were laying in my bed, reading ghost stories actually. And I felt Madden chewing on my hair, and I asked Darian to move him because it was bothering me, and he said that Madden was in his shirt. And Mystique was under the laptop because she's fat and was laying on me. Lol. And sometimes I hear scratching on my door, and I think it's Mystique but, I open it and there is nothing there, and she doesn't run that fast, trust me... We see it jump off of stuff and run out of rooms, but, it never makes me feel uneasy or scared, it's sort of my buddy, and I feel like it's there to watch us. I think it may be my cat that died that we were all very close to, AnnaBelle, but I don't know. #2 The shadow thing My brother Darian was watching a movie and he looked over because he's paranoid and he saw a tall dark figure walking into the second living room, and he moved his leg because it was blocking the view to see what it was, to see what was there and he looked over to see if it was our dad, but no, he was watching the movie too... #3 Amber the Watcher When you're in Darian's room, you always feel like your being watched and his little chain to turn on the light just snapped. We think it's due to a girl named Amber that talked to us through the Ouija board. She doesn't like me, but I guess she has a crush on him. I try not to go in his room either, My left arm or leg usually gets really cold and like. It feels electric. And he feels things touch him at night. #4 Max the Watcher Max was another spirit that contacted us via Ouija board. He used to talk to me, I don't know why he liked me so much, but in my room, at our old house I always felt watched, that's why I never changed in there. But one day during one of our sessions with the Ouija board we were talking to him, he told us he was 15. We don't know why he was at the house, we never bothered to ask. But one time my brother said that he thought this was stupid and went to get up. A book was hurdled at him from the other side of the room. It was my fairy book, it's a pretty large book and it was on top of my stereo at the time. There was no way it could have made it that far across the room by natural causes. We asked Max if he did it, he said he had. We went to put it back up, and I had these little tea cups and they had a pot to go with them and the pot was upside down on one of the speakers and the rest were untouched, and a unicorn statue I had that sat in front of the book was left untouched. So today we joke about darian getting the book thrown at him, he doesn't think it's funny. But I do. #5 The Thumb One time when I lived in Rathdrum Idaho, me and a bunch of friends walked down to this church, we were eating those little cracker sticks with the cheese in the thing and were just messing around, Buba decided to open this window to this shed thing and a thumb, just a thumb, came out and told us to get out of there as quick as we could. We ran out of there. I was so scared for a long time, but now I wonder if I just imagined it. But, if so, how could all my friends have seen it too? And just so you all know, I no longer play with the Ouija board, but Darian is always asking me to, and I never owned one, one of my friends had one. And then we used to make them, but they scare me too much to use them now... Any questions, feel free to ask, we're always on here.