Matt's Story
Here is my story. It was christmas eve 1995, and our family was visiting my grandparents bed and breakfast for the holiday. The house was built in the early 1900's on the Antietam battlefield, right next to the huge union graveyard with more than 2000 graves. (The town is called Sharpsburg MD ) I was sleeping in a room called the smoke house. The smoke house is a room attached to the house it has a huge fireplace and was used to smoke and dry meats. But my Gradfather turned it into a room by building a small loft just big enough for a bed and a dresser, and just high enough to stand up were the point of the ceiling was. There is a very narrow little staircase that goes up to the loft and the bed is facing the staircase. ...... Anyway I was sleeping in the bed on Christmas eve. I remember it to be a very windy night and the house has a copper roof so it was very noisy, with all the trees scratching. I was sound asleep, but I woke up and had a very strange feeling. I felt like I was floating, I could not feel the bed touching my back. I wanted to turn my head to see if I was lying on the bed but I was paralized. I then felt a strong sense of Evil. It was bad and I felt like I was in danger. Then I saw a DARK shadow of a man rise up the staircase. He had no features just a shadow. He stood at the top of the stairs just kind of looking at me. I wanted to scream but I couldn't. After what seemed like an eternity the figured vanished. I was scared out of my mind and at the time I was a teenage boy who was not scared easy. After that night I never slept in that room alone. A few days after that a few of use were talking and the subject of ghosts came up. I asked if anyone thought the house was haunted, and my uncle who lived near by, (and who was always watched the house when my grandparents went away) said he knew the house was haunted. The recounted the exact expierence I had, he was in a different room where the bed faces a stairway, and recalled it being a windy night too. After my uncle had I has shared the same story, my aunt who had been listening said she had also had that happen to her, but had never told anyone. Most people I tell this to don't believe me, but I swear it to be true. I have another story about another house in that same town, but that is for another time.
Matt

Eric's Story
About ten years ago, this kid I knew was challenged to spend one night at his friends house. Supposedly this house was haunted.
Anyways, the kid took his friends offer to spend the night. The next morning after my friend spent the night, he told me and his family what he experienced. He said he saw spoons floating in the kitchen and then dropped on the floor. This was about dinner time. Then the basement door (which was merely tied with a piece of rope) was being pounded on from some unknown source. The kid that lived at this house took the rope off the door just to be funny. This freaked out my friend. Anyways, as the two kids went up the stairs to go to sleep, tools were dropped down the stairs. They proceeded to the bedroom to go to sleep. Pillows were thrown at my friend, but there was noone there to throw them. His friend was asleep. Water dripped on my friend's face from the ceiling. Then there was more banging outside the room. This time it was the heater. The heater was broken from the shaking. The next morning, my friend wasted no time getting up and getting ready to go home. He vowed never to go to this house again! He began to tel l his family and I about his experiences. The family luaghed at their son. I noticed the kid disappeared. I went to his bed room to find him crying. I asked him what was wrong? He replied "They don't believe me.." I knowthe kid was telling the truth. This kid was no liar and to see him so upset was even more proof to me. The house that was haunted is a heritage home. According to the owners at that time, the house was occupied by a married couple and two children roughly 100 years ago. The father murdered the wife and two children in the basement. This information is supposedly in the heritage room at the A.K. Smiley Library in Redlands, CA. The family members have seen an apparition that moved a lamp from one side of the room to the other... Hope you liked my story, Eric
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Jami's Story

Hello. My name is Jami. You will likely find more of my experiences here in the future. For now though, I would like to share with you some of the goings on at a little yellow house that I and my friend Ali rented in Ogden, Utah. I won't include an exact address in the off-chance that it might deter people from renting in the future. My landlord was a very good guy and I would not like to hurt his means of support. If you would like to investigate any of this please contact me for the address. At the time, Ali, 'Ricki" (a close friend of ours and frequent visitor) and I all worked for the same company and had been in our field for many years. Ali and I found the place while driving around Ogden. When we first saw the house and the 'for rent' sign we couldn't help but notice that the front yard, phone lines and the house itself were covered in big, black crows. Not exactly a good sign but we called the number anyway. The house had just been recarpeted, painted and new electric heaters put in each room (except the bathroom). T he front room was small but cozy with a large window next to the front door and another facing north. The kitchen was tiny and done in black and white checkered tile. Right off the back of the kitchen is a mud room just big enough for a washer and dryer. This is where the back door is. Heading left out of the kitchen is the hallway. My bedroom door was on the right, puting me in the back of the house. Next was the bathroom. Also done entirely in black and white checker tile. The walls and the ceiling are not exactly straight and even. It gives the feeling of being unbalanced. I used to joke that if you were drunk not to go in the bathroom or you would surely hurl. ;o) Then at the end of the hall in the front of the house was Ali's bedroom. Her room also boasted a large window facing the front of the house. When Ali and I first moved in everything seemed perfect. After a couple of days I noticed that the lights in the kitchen, front room (lamps) and bathroom would flicker. More often in the kitchen and mostly when someone was alone. We changed the light bulbs etc but it continued to happen. It started to scare me a bit and that really annoyed me. Not really aware of what I was doing I would yell "Knock it off, you're freaking me out!" or "If you want to do that do it somewhere else!". The lights would either stop flickering or go out altogether (though not for longer than a minute) depending, I suppose on my tone. Then it wouldn't happen again for a day or so. I have to say that while we experienced more disturbing occurrences, there were also innocent, even protective entities. Since the house is in a somewhat shady area there were nights when things happening outside were freakier than things going on inside. Most nights Ricki would come over and we would stay up as late as 4:00AM havin' a little drinky-drink, playing with the kareoke machine, reenacting 'Les Mis'("No I get to be Epoine!"), playing cards and/or coming up with a million ways to make things better for people with disabilities etc (our jobs and our passion). One such night Ricki decided to stay over and sleep on our sofa. Sometime during the night she drifted off to sleep only to be awakened by a presence in the room. She saw nothing, heard nothing, but could feel something there. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Although she felt a presence she did not believe it to be malevolent and so went back to sleep. Another night I was home alone in bed. I was sleeping soundly when suddenly I woke up. There was no noise or anything I was just suddenly very alert. I lay there for a minute then rolled over and looked at my alarm clock. 2:11AM. I lay awake for perhaps a minute or more. Nothing. By now I'm telling myself to go back to sleep. Then I hear a key in the front door. It unlocks, doorknob turns and our very heavy door is dragging across the carpet as it's opening. You can very distinctly hear that door opening from anywhere in the house but the bathroom. A pause, then the door is slammed shut (not an easy thing to do since it's so low on the carpet) and the dead bolt is locked again. Footsteps across the front room, kitchen, growing louder outside my room and then fading down the hall. I think to myself "Ali is finally home." I wait for her to poke her head in my room to tell me she's home and see if I'm okay. A little habit we had. I wait and . . . nothing. So of course I wonder if she's okay and think to myself "I'd better go check on her. Maybe she and her boyfriend "Howard" had a fight." Just as I'm moving to poke my foot out of the covers something tells me quite urgently, "Do NOT get out of bed! Don't even put your foot on the floor. Stay still. Don't bring attention to yourself! We can't protect you if you leave this bed! DO NOT GET OUT OF BED!" All of this is going on in my head and I can hardly breathe. I begin to pray. In no time I'm completely soothed, not even sure any of it really happened. I look at my alarm clock a last time. 2:22AM. I drift off to sleep. Next morning I go to wake Ali and she is not home. I think that perhaps her boyfriend came in with her last night and she took him home this morning. So I head out to work. As I get to the doorher boyfriend came in with her last night and she took him home this morning. So I head out to work. As I get to the door I notice two things. One, the blanket covering the window on the door is askew. It was fine last night when I locked up. Second, while the dead bolt is indeed locked the lock on the doorknob is not. I know I locked them both before bed. It unnerves me but of course I blame it on Ali coming home last night. I should point out that nothing other than the door is disturbed or missing. Anyway, I go to work. Every morning we had a staff meeting to be on top of everything. Ali arrives half way through the meeting. w hen the meeting ends I ask Ali why she didn't lock the doorknob, why she didn't check in with me and why she left so early this morning. She looks at me and says "I didn't come home last night." I tell her "Yes, Ali, you DID come home last night", starting to panic. "No, Jami, I did NOT come home last night. I stayed at Howard's." "All night?", I say. "All night. Why?" I tell her and she goes white. Apparently she stayed at Howard's because the night before they were both in her room and something kept tapping at her front window. Howard finally got angry and went out front to see what was going on. When he stepped outside all the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. At the front of the house he saw a figure with red eyes and white hair standing in the bush outside the house. Knowing that Ali had been experienced two other unworldly figures for the last 20 years he said "I think it is best if we go back to bed and you don't worry about the tapping tonight". Ali being curious peered out the window and realized that Howard was right, she didn't want to know what was going on. She told him to wake her if she began to cry during the night and he agreed. Later as they were sleeping Ali was awakened by the faucets in the bathroom running. She woke Howard and when they went in to the bathroom the faucets were off but the tub and the sink were wet. They knew it wasn't me since I was staying with my boyfriend in Layton. In the bathroom the air was ice cold despite the space heater being on and Ali told Howard that there was something there and she wanted to just go back to sleep. They returned to Ali's room where they both experienced dreams of an older woman chasing them through a dungeon type hallway. Needless to say I could have killed her for not telling me and then leaving me there alone. So we had a number of people stay over that night and nothing happened. A couple of months later my boyfriend "Johan" stayed over and of course Ali was also home. During the night Johan sat up in bed and was staring at the door in terror. He was sweating and could barely breathe. I'm a light sleeper and so this woke me up. I got him calmed down somewhat. And he told me that there was a white haired floating woman with red eyes and a soundless scream that he could feel and she was coming down the hall after him. I could feel the malice in the air and the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stood on end. Johan rarely dreams, at least that he can ever remember even right upon waking. When I told Ali what Johan had dreamed she paled and said that the woman had been chasing her as long as she could remember. She was able to keep the apparition at bay when things in her life were going well, when she was able to stay positive etc. When her grandma died the witch came after her with a vengeance and only by praying could she get her to leave and even at that the witch continued to return for months. After we moved out of the house Ricki, Ali and I decided to go to the Bookshelf in Ogden to do a little research. I was going through a book on the paranormal etc and came across Mara or Nightmare Witch. It was exactly what we were looking for. Maras are also known to be "psychic vampires feeding on it's victim's life force or happiness". Even the "physical" description fit. Though we were able to put a name to Ali's apparition we have yet to get rid of the Mara once and for all. Perhaps we can find out if you decide to investigate. Please let me know. If possible I think we'd all like to be there. The funny thing is that in spite of all of the bad things that happened there, for the most part I felt safe and watched over. Maybe just my protectors that go with me everywhere. At times it was my sanctuary. I loved that house anyway and look back to find that some of my best memories are entwined in that little yellow house.
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Matt's Story -
-Ghost Story-- House on 9th East around 36th south This little house was built around World War II, and my ex-wife and I rented it after returning to Salt Lake after the military- about ten years ago. I have never felt a house that was as active as this house. The experiences that we had at this residence were the strongest that I have ever experienced. The ghost itself was very malevolent. The house is arranged in a very tidy fashion, making use of all the available space. The living-room took up most of the space on the eastern wall, and the front door faces the mountain. The kitchen is in the southwest of the house and is very small. The mudroom/laundry room is in the west of the house along with the bathroom and small second bedroom in the northwest. The master bedroom is on the northeast of the house. A small hallway runs the length of the house. I give the locations of everything to give one an orientation for the following story. Since we had been in the house, we both had felt a very strong presence inhabiting the house. Movement of objects in the room was quite common as were chills or tingles in the back when leaving a room. My ex-wife would feel eyes watching her when she was showering, and she occasionally thought that I had entered the bathroom during her shower when I had not. Sometimes, we could feel a cold ‘wind’ blowing in the bedroom even though it only had one plate glass window and was very snug, even hot, otherwise. Most of the activity took place at night, but the feelings were there in the house constantly. I would occasionally catch movement out of the corner of my eye in certain rooms. The living-room looking into the hallway seemed to be the worst location for this. With this background, the story begins on a night when my ex-wife was out of town on a business trip. I had been agitated all that evening, and this feeling had given way to apprehension. I watched television until about 11:30 P.M. Thinking I was tired enough, I headed to bed. When I turned off the bedside lamp, I felt the worst oppressive feeling that I have ever known. It was definitely a presence. That is the only way that I can describe it. I got up and turned on the lamp. I walked around the house and ensured that the doors were locked. I went back in the bedroom and lit a bunch of candles on the dresser. Leaving them on, I then went back to bed. I must have laid there for a while, and I was just petrified. I tried to tell myself that it was all in my head, but the feeling wouldn’t leave me. I looked over at the clock and noticed that it was 12:01 P.M., and I must have drifted off to sleep right then. The next thing that I remember is ‘awakening’ with a jolt, and I was floating near the ceiling. I felt a kind of playful tugging sensation, and I had the feeling like one does when flirting with someone. I felt like I was being pushed through the air and down the hall towards the laundry room. The house looked about the same except that all the lights were on. We, because now I felt that there was someone with me, entered the laundry room. I had no feeling of fear at this time. The doors to the laundry room closet flew open, and hanging inside the closet were clothes that looked like they were circa 1965 to 1970- big poets shirts, bell-bottom pants, and those funky orange type polyester things. Right when the doors flew open was when I began to be afraid. The clothes began to billow and swirl in the closet, and whatever it was behind me began to attempt to push me into the closet. I was terrified by this point, and I placed both feet on the sides of the doors. I pushed off from the doors, and felt the ‘whatever’ let go of me. At this point I jolted out of bed breathing very heavily, and my heart was beating like a drum. The candles were still burning, and the clock said 12:06 P.M. (Note: I did some research on REM sleep, and it does not begin immediately when you fall asleep. REM sleep usually comes 90 minutes or so after you go to sleep. I am pretty sure I was not ‘dreaming’ in the normal sense.) The story continues. My ex-wife came back the next day, and I told her all about the experience. She and I decided to clean out the cellar, which is really just a three-foot crawl space below the house. The trapdoor is in the laundry room. In the cellar, we found twenty, full, large, five-gallon bottles, or so, of water (assumed storage from the previous tenants), and other miscellaneous items. Near the small water heater, I found a Gerber baby food jar with a syringe and gooey substance (I do not know what the substance was). Nothing seemed way out of bounds. We related the story to my brother and his wife, who professes to be Wiccan, and they suggested that we hold a ‘banishment’ ritual for the house. She invited her mother to come and be with us during the banishment ritual to make an ‘even five’. We held the banishment ritual that weekend. During the ritual, my sister-in-law placed seashells in each of the windows of the house to keep the ghost at bay. The house felt much ‘cleaner’ afterwards. We concluded the ritual that night, and my ex-wife and I went to bed. During the night, both of us woke up to a strange ‘procession’ of people walking by the side of the bed. Both of us felt the presences that night, and we could distinctly hear the clinking of champagne glasses and the low murmur of voices and laughter akin to a party. That night I had a dream of a lovely woman standing outside the plate glass window, with what looked like a lake in the background. During the course of the next few months, neither of us felt the presence that had been in the house previously. However, one-by-one the seashells on the windowsills began to fracture and break. I can understand this on the sunnier parts of the house, but every window had its own seashell. Some of the seashells were quite thick, and we never moved them except to clean. I mentioned this to my ex-wife, but neither she nor my sister-in-law had an explanation. We bought a new house about two months later, and we started the moving process. One seashell remained. The last day we were in the house, the last seashell broke. We checked it in the morning; and by the afternoon, as we were cleaning the house, it had broken. I had the duty of locking up the house, as we prepared to leave the house permanently. I distinctly felt the presence of the ghost again by the hair rising up on my neck, as I walked out of the door. I hope you enjoyed the story. The other house wasn’t nearly as bad. You could distinctly hear voices at night, like a radio was playing in the background. It seemed to come from the area right above the landing over the stairs. Matt
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Janna's Story
I recently spent a few months in Evanston, Wyoming. I stayed with a long time friend of mine who had a five bedroom home. Up until this time my year old daughter spoke very few words, and the only names that she knew were mama and granpa. Within two days of staying there my daughter would distincly look at a door, wave, and say "bye, bye Bob." At first I din't think much of it, until it was a daily occurance, and several times a day. I asked my friend about the house. We got to talking about stuff that he had heard and seen. He had heard the door leading from the garage into the kitchen open and footsteps in the kitchen. I guess this was a fairly regular occurance. The stair leading downstairs would creak as if someone were walking on them. The house would always creak. Stupid stuff like that. One night before I went downstairs to go to bed, we were talking in the kitchen. We both heard a gentle rapping on the glass sliding door and looked to find nothing there. We just looked at each other and said, "that was weird." I started to hear noises inside of my closet downstairs. The room that I was staying in had a massive walk in closet. Sometimes the noise would hit the closet doors and I thought that they might open up. It was really freaking me out. All this time my daughter would continually say "bye bye bob." Gradually she would sit and talk to the thin air as if someone were there. Occasionally you could hear Bob come out of her mouth. My friend did a little bit of research on the house. He found out that sometime in the 1980's someone had died there of a drug overdose. The guy that died wasn't named bob. We were kind of curious though. One of the people who was there that night and reasonably close to the guy that died, was named bob. Bob was still around and living in town somewhere. I think we were a little scared to find out what we might find, so we never contacted him. One night I finally got tired of the noises in the closet and said, "Bob or whoever you are, could you kindly please keep it down a little bit. I am trying to sleep." I didn't hear any noise after that. Every night before I went to bed, I would ask whatever was there to kindly keep it down so i could sleep. I even started announcing to "Bob" or whatever that I was leaving for a couple of hours, so they had the house to themselves. I always told them not to throw a ragin party though. I know that whatever was there one of the spirts, or the spirit was named Bob. Since retuning to Utah, my daughter no longer speaks to Bob
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Bill's Story
This is a story that had happened to my gramdpa, Bill. One night while traveling home on Hillfield Rd. in Layton, about 2:30 a.m., he had noticed a man walking on the opposite side of the road heading east like he was. With the weather chili and a small wind, Bill decided that he would offer a ride to the pedestrian. He pulls over to the left hand side of the road, thinking that maybe the man was drunk the reason for him walking on the opposing side of the road. But as he got closer, he noticed that the man had on a large cloak type coat on but thought once a again, maybe the man is on drugs or something. Bill pulls up and asks "Hey partner, can I give a lift at least to the next gas station?" The man walks and says "nice truck you got here, when did your wife buy it for you?" Bill recalled in his mind that no one really knew that his wife had bought this truck from a family friend and so why should this stranger know. The man then peaked his head in and looked down at Bill's feet. Bill noticed that the cloak had no head and that his hands were like tree branches instead of fingers. Bill screeched his tires and took off. Did not even look back at this figure he saw.
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Megan's Story
I am a 15 year old female living with my family of 6 in Sandy, Ut. I have always wondered about spirits and little things that can't be explained. The first day I moved into this house I was 10, and I had felt something wrong with the house. So I wondered about ghosts more than I already had and also I had heard stories of my house being haunted. Finally, I got my own taste of my haunted house. I had never felt as afraid as I had about a year ago. It was winter so we had the heat on and I could hear it, feel it, and smell it going. My family had all left for a play that I didn't really want to go to and it was 11:00pm, they wouldn't be home for a few more hours. I was here, in the office, typing on the computer, when I felt a strange presence in the house. I didn't think too much of it, but I had all of the sudden felt a VERY cold breeze. It wasn't a strong breeze or anything, but it sent chills up my spine. So, I turned around and looked into the hall and strained my ears to see if I could hear that the door was open cause you can hear the cars driving by. All I could see into the hall was the light switch. I was listening, and couldn't hear anything. Then I remembered locking the door, so I knew it couldn't have blown open. So I sat looking at the lightswitch pondering what I had felt. Then the hall light went off. I watched to lightswitch..switch. I started trembling and my mind was going all over the place. I couldn't think straight. Then, still looking at the lightswitch, the light turned back on and I saw the switch turn on. I looked over at my cat who happened to be in the office with me and he had his claws dug into the carpet and his eyes were larger than I had ever seen. So I knew something was wrong. My cat is too calm to do something like that. Without thinking twice, I ran out of the office into the kitchen across the hall and went straight for the kitchen knives. I reached in, and the first knife I pulled out was the sharpest one, I felt slightly safer. I slowly made my way to the hall and looked down it. You can see all the way to the garage. I looked down and saw a figure running across the stairs. I hoped I would hear the garage door bang, but it never did. I sat at the top of the hall scared out of my mind and about two hours later, my family walked in. They had said that a large dog was sitting in front of the closed garage growling and wouildn't move when the car came. The honked the horn and the dog finally ran ! away. We never saw the dog again, and I haven't had anything of the same effect happen again, but even right now, my hair stands on end.
Megan
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Magga Camera
The story is about my friends cottage in ontario...it was said to be built in the middle ages and was owned as a hide away for rich vassals and lords .... well after it was passed through generations of families it decesnded to one who used it as a summer home and used a maid to keep it tended to year round ....well they forgot about her and she died of starvation and was found the next spring. The family also oddly found a picture of her on the wall when they got there. They took it down and a fire immediately caught and killed the husband and wife, but the picture survived unscathed and was passed along with the cabin to the next in the family line, my friends parents didn't get till 7 other families had it. So the first time he went up her heard the story and found it to be true, at night can hear the footsteps of the maid wandering the house and doing chores. Well one night my friend went to get a cup of water and he heard the floor crack and quickly turned to the painting....he said "her gaze almost pierced my soul" and turned to a blue flash of light before him as the spirit passed through his body. he passed out on the floor. 5 years later he decided to come back, but with a friend for company. so we went up and had a great day until night when I also heard the steps on the floor and the wind whistle in my ear. so I looked at the picture and it seemed to be looking around and watching the house. but we never saw here figure that weekend. the next one we did the night we took the picture down a faint light could be seen wandering around the living room by the picture's place we heard a low pitched moan.. so the next morning we put the picture back up and a fire started in the kitchen the next day. It was small enough to be contained but still the rumor rang true...Never remove the painting or fire will follow... even last summer the steps could be heard and maybe this summer too but I hope for better sleep this year... Magga Camera
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Annette's Story
I started working at XXXXX XXXXXX XXXXXX as a security guard in the late summer of 1996. I spent most of my time on the job alone. Weekends and holidays were the quietest and on those days there was just one other person besides me in the entire plant. It was usually my husband who works in another part of the plant. I had'nt been there very long when I became aware of somebody or something upstairs in the storage rooms of the plant. There are three storage areas upstairs. The Pre-Chill, Warm room and Finishing cooler. They are all huge rooms filled with one hundred pound blocks of cheese wrapped in plastic and cardboard. These storage rooms are located in the oldest part of the plant. I'd feel this presence as soon as I began climbing the red spiral stairs that lead to the second floor and it stayed with me until I went back down stairs. It never followed me past the spiral stairs. I was'nt afraid of this presence as I have had these experiences before, only curious. When I was up stairs I'd get glimpses of somebody darting past the stacks of cheese. I was the only person up there during these times. There were no other employees around. I felt his presence the strongest in the warm room and the finishing cooler, but it was in the warm room that I actually saw who it was. It was a man in his late twenties, early thirties. He was wearing a green and blue plaid work shirt and blue jeans. He had short brown hair. I would see him standing at the other end of the warm room and then he'd dissapear. When I'd walk down to the other end of the warm room to check things out, nobody was there. There was a fork lift that is always parked at the far end of the warm room and I'd see him sitting there from time to time. I'd also catch glimpses of him in the finishing cooler. One night as I was heading back to the spiral stairway I suddenly felt that he was standing right behind me and was going to reach out and grab me. I felt the hair stand up on my neck. I spun around expecting somebody to be standing there and nobody was there. This happend alot when I was up there. I asked my husband if anybody had ever died in the plant. He got a startled look on his face and asked me why I wanted to know. I told him that somebody was upstairs following me around on my rounds up there and I was just curious. My husband told me that somebody had died in the plant in 1994. He was working on the wiring or something and he was electrocuted. He failed to shut the power off and was killed instantly. When I described the man I was seeing to my husband he said that he fit the description of the guy who was killed. Well, I was off for a few days and when I came back, I went upstairs and stood in the finishing cooler and spoke to him. I told him that I knew he was there and that it was alright and that he was welcome there. I also told him that I could think of alot better places to haunt than this old cheese plant. When I finished, I felt this incredible sense of peace and calmness. I felt safe and protected whenever I was on my rounds. Sometimes I'd hear his voice but I never could make out what he was saying. There were times when I did'nt feel him there, so I believe that he came and went at will. It was'nt long after that, that I became aware of somebody else upstairs. This presence stayed in the pre-chill. This presence was'nt a friendly presence at all. This was a very angry, hostile presence. I sensed alot of hate. I told this presence that I knew he was there and that it was okay, that he was welcome there. This time I did'nt get a feeling of peace and calmness. The anger and hostility I felt from this presence remained. I never stayed long in the pre-chill after that because the hostility scared me. When I go into the warm room I felt safe and protected from whoever was in the pre-chill. I asked my husband again if anybody else had died in the plant. He said he was'nt sure but he would ask somebody who would know. He talked to an employee who had worked there when it was still a sugar beet factory. This employee told him that back when the plant was a sugar beet factory somebody had been killed there. He told my husband that the man was an indian. He said that the man had been fired and came back to the plant looking for a fight. He had been drinking to, which did'nt help matters either. Well, a violent fight broke out between the indian and several of the employees and the indian was shot and killed by one of the men he was fighting. I knew right away that that was who was upstairs in the pre-chill. Whenever I went through the pre-chill I knew who it was and I was glad to get out away from the ugly feelings that were always there. I no longer work there, but I have never forgotten my experiences there and I doubt I ever will.
Thank you Annette Deem
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Kim's Story
My house in Brigham, UT was built in 1913. We have been remodeling it bit by bit. My husband bought the house in 1988. He doesn't claim to have had any ghostly experiences. My kids and I moved into the house in 1991. For years, my kids have been telling me that they hear someone walking around at night in the house. Their bedroom is closer to the living room than any other bedroom. My bedroom is clear in the back of the house through the bathroom so, we wouldn't hear much in the front. It is a small house and I really thought the kids just had too much imagination. Well, one night about a year ago, I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. Outside the bathroom is a hallway and there are two bedrooms at the end of the hall. As I sat there, I distinctively heard footsteps coming down the hall. I thought one of the kids was up so I waited to hear one of them call me. Nothing. I listened, didn't hear the footsteps go back, didn't hear a door open, nothing. Apparently, it was just outside the door. Still thinking it was one of my kids, I opened the door, fully expecting to see them there. And, NOBODY WAS THERE. I know what I heard. I am totally convinced now, that the kids have been hearing something all this time. Also, prior to this incident, the kids have told me stories of someone knocking on their door, when there is nobody there....late at night. In fact, it has scared my daughter so much at one point (the knocking and moving around) that I had to tell this ghost to be more quiet because my daughter was really scared. So, I just spoke this into the air and whoever it was has been pretty quiet since.
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Matt's Story
Here is my story. It was christmas eve 1995, and our family was visiting my grandparents bed and breakfast for the holiday. The house was built in the early 1900's on the Antietam battlefield, right next to the huge union graveyard with more than 2000 graves. (The town is called Sharpsburg MD ) I was sleeping in a room called the smoke house. The smoke house is a room attached to the house it has a huge fireplace and was used to smoke and dry meats. But my Gradfather turned it into a room by building a small loft just big enough for a bed and a dresser, and just high enough to stand up were the point of the ceiling was. There is a very narrow little staircase that goes up to the loft and the bed is facing the staircase. ...... Anyway I was sleeping in the bed on Christmas eve. I remember it to be a very windy night and the house has a copper roof so it was very noisy, with all the trees scratching. I was sound asleep, but I woke up and had a very strange feeling. I felt like I was floating, I could not feel the bed touching my back. I wanted to turn my head to see if I was lying on the bed but I was paralized. I then felt a strong sense of Evil. It was bad and I felt like I was in danger. Then I saw a DARK shadow of a man rise up the staircase. He had no features just a shadow. He stood at the top of the stairs just kind of looking at me. I wanted to scream but I couldn't. After what seemed like an eternity the figured vanished. I was scared out of my mind and at the time I was a teenage boy who was not scared easy. After that night I never slept in that room alone. A few days after that a few of use were talking and the subject of ghosts came up. I asked if anyone thought the house was haunted, and my uncle who lived near by, (and who was always watched the house when my grandparents went away) said he knew the house was haunted. The recounted the exact expierence I had, he was in a different room where the bed faces a stairway, and recalled it being a windy night too. After my uncle had I has shared the same story, my aunt who had been listening said she had also had that happen to her, but had never told anyone. Most people I tell this to don't believe me, but I swear it to be true. I have another story about another house in that same town, but that is for another time.
Matt

Jami's Story

Hello. My name is Jami. You will likely find more of my experiences here in the future. For now though, I would like to share with you some of the goings on at a little yellow house that I and my friend Ali rented in Ogden, Utah. I won't include an exact address in the off-chance that it might deter people from renting in the future. My landlord was a very good guy and I would not like to hurt his means of support. If you would like to investigate any of this please contact me for the address. At the time, Ali, 'Ricki" (a close friend of ours and frequent visitor) and I all worked for the same company and had been in our field for many years. Ali and I found the place while driving around Ogden. When we first saw the house and the 'for rent' sign we couldn't help but notice that the front yard, phone lines and the house itself were covered in big, black crows. Not exactly a good sign but we called the number anyway. The house had just been recarpeted, painted and new electric heaters put in each room (except the bathroom). T he front room was small but cozy with a large window next to the front door and another facing north. The kitchen was tiny and done in black and white checkered tile. Right off the back of the kitchen is a mud room just big enough for a washer and dryer. This is where the back door is. Heading left out of the kitchen is the hallway. My bedroom door was on the right, puting me in the back of the house. Next was the bathroom. Also done entirely in black and white checker tile. The walls and the ceiling are not exactly straight and even. It gives the feeling of being unbalanced. I used to joke that if you were drunk not to go in the bathroom or you would surely hurl. ;o) Then at the end of the hall in the front of the house was Ali's bedroom. Her room also boasted a large window facing the front of the house. When Ali and I first moved in everything seemed perfect. After a couple of days I noticed that the lights in the kitchen, front room (lamps) and bathroom would flicker. More often in the kitchen and mostly when someone was alone. We changed the light bulbs etc but it continued to happen. It started to scare me a bit and that really annoyed me. Not really aware of what I was doing I would yell "Knock it off, you're freaking me out!" or "If you want to do that do it somewhere else!". The lights would either stop flickering or go out altogether (though not for longer than a minute) depending, I suppose on my tone. Then it wouldn't happen again for a day or so. I have to say that while we experienced more disturbing occurrences, there were also innocent, even protective entities. Since the house is in a somewhat shady area there were nights when things happening outside were freakier than things going on inside. Most nights Ricki would come over and we would stay up as late as 4:00AM havin' a little drinky-drink, playing with the kareoke machine, reenacting 'Les Mis'("No I get to be Epoine!"), playing cards and/or coming up with a million ways to make things better for people with disabilities etc (our jobs and our passion). One such night Ricki decided to stay over and sleep on our sofa. Sometime during the night she drifted off to sleep only to be awakened by a presence in the room. She saw nothing, heard nothing, but could feel something there. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Although she felt a presence she did not believe it to be malevolent and so went back to sleep. Another night I was home alone in bed. I was sleeping soundly when suddenly I woke up. There was no noise or anything I was just suddenly very alert. I lay there for a minute then rolled over and looked at my alarm clock. 2:11AM. I lay awake for perhaps a minute or more. Nothing. By now I'm telling myself to go back to sleep. Then I hear a key in the front door. It unlocks, doorknob turns and our very heavy door is dragging across the carpet as it's opening. You can very distinctly hear that door opening from anywhere in the house but the bathroom. A pause, then the door is slammed shut (not an easy thing to do since it's so low on the carpet) and the dead bolt is locked again. Footsteps across the front room, kitchen, growing louder outside my room and then fading down the hall. I think to myself "Ali is finally home." I wait for her to poke her head in my room to tell me she's home and see if I'm okay. A little habit we had. I wait and . . . nothing. So of course I wonder if she's okay and think to myself "I'd better go check on her. Maybe she and her boyfriend "Howard" had a fight." Just as I'm moving to poke my foot out of the covers something tells me quite urgently, "Do NOT get out of bed! Don't even put your foot on the floor. Stay still. Don't bring attention to yourself! We can't protect you if you leave this bed! DO NOT GET OUT OF BED!" All of this is going on in my head and I can hardly breathe. I begin to pray. In no time I'm completely soothed, not even sure any of it really happened. I look at my alarm clock a last time. 2:22AM. I drift off to sleep. Next morning I go to wake Ali and she is not home. I think that perhaps her boyfriend came in with her last night and she took him home this morning. So I head out to work. As I get to the doorher boyfriend came in with her last night and she took him home this morning. So I head out to work. As I get to the door I notice two things. One, the blanket covering the window on the door is askew. It was fine last night when I locked up. Second, while the dead bolt is indeed locked the lock on the doorknob is not. I know I locked them both before bed. It unnerves me but of course I blame it on Ali coming home last night. I should point out that nothing other than the door is disturbed or missing. Anyway, I go to work. Every morning we had a staff meeting to be on top of everything. Ali arrives half way through the meeting. w hen the meeting ends I ask Ali why she didn't lock the doorknob, why she didn't check in with me and why she left so early this morning. She looks at me and says "I didn't come home last night." I tell her "Yes, Ali, you DID come home last night", starting to panic. "No, Jami, I did NOT come home last night. I stayed at Howard's." "All night?", I say. "All night. Why?" I tell her and she goes white. Apparently she stayed at Howard's because the night before they were both in her room and something kept tapping at her front window. Howard finally got angry and went out front to see what was going on. When he stepped outside all the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. At the front of the house he saw a figure with red eyes and white hair standing in the bush outside the house. Knowing that Ali had been experienced two other unworldly figures for the last 20 years he said "I think it is best if we go back to bed and you don't worry about the tapping tonight". Ali being curious peered out the window and realized that Howard was right, she didn't want to know what was going on. She told him to wake her if she began to cry during the night and he agreed. Later as they were sleeping Ali was awakened by the faucets in the bathroom running. She woke Howard and when they went in to the bathroom the faucets were off but the tub and the sink were wet. They knew it wasn't me since I was staying with my boyfriend in Layton. In the bathroom the air was ice cold despite the space heater being on and Ali told Howard that there was something there and she wanted to just go back to sleep. They returned to Ali's room where they both experienced dreams of an older woman chasing them through a dungeon type hallway. Needless to say I could have killed her for not telling me and then leaving me there alone. So we had a number of people stay over that night and nothing happened. A couple of months later my boyfriend "Johan" stayed over and of course Ali was also home. During the night Johan sat up in bed and was staring at the door in terror. He was sweating and could barely breathe. I'm a light sleeper and so this woke me up. I got him calmed down somewhat. And he told me that there was a white haired floating woman with red eyes and a soundless scream that he could feel and she was coming down the hall after him. I could feel the malice in the air and the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stood on end. Johan rarely dreams, at least that he can ever remember even right upon waking. When I told Ali what Johan had dreamed she paled and said that the woman had been chasing her as long as she could remember. She was able to keep the apparition at bay when things in her life were going well, when she was able to stay positive etc. When her grandma died the witch came after her with a vengeance and only by praying could she get her to leave and even at that the witch continued to return for months. After we moved out of the house Ricki, Ali and I decided to go to the Bookshelf in Ogden to do a little research. I was going through a book on the paranormal etc and came across Mara or Nightmare Witch. It was exactly what we were looking for. Maras are also known to be "psychic vampires feeding on it's victim's life force or happiness". Even the "physical" description fit. Though we were able to put a name to Ali's apparition we have yet to get rid of the Mara once and for all. Perhaps we can find out if you decide to investigate. Please let me know. If possible I think we'd all like to be there. The funny thing is that in spite of all of the bad things that happened there, for the most part I felt safe and watched over. Maybe just my protectors that go with me everywhere. At times it was my sanctuary. I loved that house anyway and look back to find that some of my best memories are entwined in that little yellow house.

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