I don't remember how old I was exactly when I first felt "not alone" in the basement of my parents' house. I was probably in the 10-11 age range when I would get the feeling of not being alone. Everyday I would come home from school and watch Nickelodeon on our basic cable TV in the basement. The house was built in the mid 80's, so it wasn't old/victorian/or even creepy at all. It was just... You know, a house. I would generally watch TV and play with my legos or draw in my sketch book or something to keep myself occupied. Eventually though, I started getting the feeling sometimes that I was not alone down in the basement, and sometimes I would even see something out of my peripheral vision going down the hall to my right. I would like to point out that I wasn't watching anything on TV that would weird me out and make my mind play tricks on me. I was usually watching Doug, or Darkwing Duck, or some other ridiculously awesome program when I would just see something jet through the hallway. I'd turn my head (of course) but nothing was there. Honestly, I wasn't really all THAT weirded out by it because I had quite the imagination, so I just blamed it on that. Not to say I didn't believe in ghosts - my favorite movie in the world was (and still is) Ghostbusters, and I've always loved the occult because of it. This is where the story finally got me. One day I was in the upstairs bathroom brushing my teeth or sneaking a delicious Flintstone vitamin or something when I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I looked up into the mirror (because I was facing that direction) and saw a figure behind me... Looked like a guy, but I wasn't checking for chest hair, so I could be wrong. Naturally, I fled from the scene uttering obscenities at the world as I burst out the front door and into the road outside. I don't remember how long I stayed outside before I finally went spelunking back into my home, but I would venture a guess that it was a while. On another note, my mother (who is REALLY into ghost stories / hauntings) claimed that she was home one day while I was at school and heard the door open and close downstairs. She assumed I was home early from school and yelled my name down over the banister towards the bottom of the stairs. No one answered... Especially not me because I was at school. Mom then called my sister's name... again, no answer. At this point, she went downstairs to investigate and found nothing. No matter what happened there, Mom believes that a ghost was up to shenanigans in our house. Because we're adventurous, and mildly stupid, Mom and I decided to take the ghost thing kind of seriously and looked into the housing development's history. We found 2 things: 1. The housing development was more or less brand new. 2. The development was built over old farm land, and as it turns out, about 2 courts away there used to be a cemetery for the farmer's family. Our neighbors/friends lived in that court and also claimed they'd hear the basement rocking chair in their home make noises in the night. Well, that's all I got. It's all true and it happened back when I was a kid (I'm 26 now). It wasn't evil or anything... Just an experience or two. Love peace and bacon grease! -Eric

I read a story a couple of months ago about a woman who lost her fiance in an accident, but I was too upset over losing dave to respond to her story. I too lost my love in January this year. He was on a motorcycle and drinking and the bike hit a curve and he flipped. He had just dropped me off in Great Lakes 3 days earlier on a long road trip we had together. A few nights after, we disconnected life support and I was back in Great Lakes in the hotel room he had taken me to and I woke up because there was a lot of pressure on my body and I felt like I was being pushed down into the bed. At first, I thought I might be dreaming so I started to try and wake up all the way. I was on my back and my arms were straight down by my side. I never sleep that way. I am all over the place and I have a bad back so that would not have felt very good. After a little bit of struggle I realized I was fully awake and still be held down. I wanted to make sure it was real so I tried moving my legs, arms, head and body but I was being held tight to the bed and I could not call out. I did not move and didn't panic, but started to try to fight the restriction. Finally it was like my arms and legs and body were set free and I called out his name. I sat up and turned on the lights and got up and walked around but nothing else happened. I felt something in the room but nothing happened the rest of the night or since then. We were very close and I felt like he was letting me know he was with me because I was alone and the next day I would have to start a very hard job. I was wondering if anyone else has had that happen to them. I have never had anything like that happen before. I was not scared because somehow I knew it was him. What was he doing?

When I was younger, I lived in another country. I moved to the United States to live with my dad when I was five. My sister and I were instantly pulled into the world of the supernatural and certainly were what you would call obsessed. When I look back on it now I can trace our obsession to the constant drool of ghost stories coming out of my uncle's mouth at that time. Our grandpa was also very intent on scaring us to death. Naturally we honored what they told us. After a while we tired of ghost stories and convinced ourselves that there was a presence in our rented apartment. Of course there was nothing there... At the time. We grew obsessed with trying to talk this "spirit" and tried all forms of communication with this thing. We set up sticky notes with questions about the ghost. We even attempted a seance at one time or another. We used our mom's tape recorder to try and capture any sounds in our room. Nothing came out of these tests. After a while we got tired of ghost hunting and, as children, focused on various other things. During the last few months that I lived in the apartment (my parents bought a house and so we were moving) strange things started happening. I can't quite place what was happening but during those months I slept less, ate less and experienced nightmares like I never imagined. My parents have attributed this to the anxiety of leaving a place you have lived in for so long, but somehow I doubt it. I felt something in that house and of course it was like nothing I had felt before. My cat acted strange also, so I know that it was something slightly more worrisome than moving anxiety. I left something there... All my years of poking into whatever other world I believed there was. I left it in that house and maybe... Just maybe part of it followed me... This is a true story, not something I made up.

One day I was sleeping at my cousin's house. Me and my cousin got really bored so we went and sat with her brother's girlfriend. We sat in her bedroom and she got a catalogue out, she started telling us what she wanted in her new house. When all of a sudden my cousin came out with "do you know what, this house is haunted", I said "how would you know?". Then all three of us heard a creak next to the door, then my jacket got lifted up of the bed and it flew across the room and when I sat up to go and get my jacket, we heard another creak next to the door. Then my cousin said "that's how I know". It was really scary when it was all happening, it felt like I was just frozen, especially as it all happened right next to me. At first when I heard the creak, I thought it was just my auntie messing around. And that night none of us could get to sleep, we were that scared. The next day when I told my mum and dad about it, they just laughed at me and said I was making it all up, but I know what I saw and I saw it with my own eyes. My brother and sister believed me, but they were just about the only people that did. I didn't really understand why it happened and what made it happen and still to this day I am really confused about it.

This happened to one of my friends. She has told me many stories about spirits roaming her house but this one sounded very interesting for me. One night she told me that she was by herself in the apartment and was using the computer. Later that night she got tired and went to bed. And turned off the lights. She had this weird feeling that there was a presence in her room and got scared because she didn't know if it was evil or not. She went under her covers and stayed there. She heard someone in the kitchen (her room is right next to the kitchen) and she knew it wasn't her parents because they were out. She knew it was something else. She heard it walking and it stopped. The spirit was in her room. She could feel it. But was it evil? She was still under her covers but for some reason she remembered what I had told her. I said, "I know this is easy to say but hard to do, but you have to be brave when something happens like that. Don't let it scare you. You're the boss. Tell it that you want it to leave. Sometimes they don't know if they're scaring you. You're the boss. Face them. It's the right thing to do and I know it would be hard to do if I was in the same situation but I'll still try..." So she told her herself, Ima do this. I can do this. She took the cover off her face and noticed that her room was empty. Nobody was there except for her. But she can still feel the presence. She said, "If somebody's here move the plastic bag that is right next to me..." But it didn't and she knew that the spirit was right there. She talked to it but it never responded. She got really scared and went to her parent's room. The next morning she told her mom that something was in there and didn't leave her alone. So they did some investigation and went downstairs and told the owners of the house if somebody passed away upstairs. They said yeah. Her name was Rosa. She didn't speak any English. Only Spanish. This is the reason why Rosa didn't cooperate with my friend because she didn't understand what my friend was saying. So at night my friend went to sleep but woke up suddenly knowing that Rosa was in her room. She finally told her in spanish, "If you are Rosa, move that plastic bag..." She obeyed her and moved it. My friend got really scared because it was her first time to see a spirit obeying her and moving things. She said, "why are you here? You passed away now. Please leave me alone because you are scaring me. You don't belong here..." The next morning my friend's room was blessed and Rosa never bothered them ever again.