Your Haunted Stories

Following are some of the stories submitted for The Haunting In Connecticut giveaway/contest:

When I was a junior in college, five friends and myself rented a six bedroom house off campus. I attended school in central Wisconsin you see. Anyway, while moving in, (and the house is completely vacant mind you) we were carrying boxes toward a bedroom near the kitchen in the back. A tall man walked past in front of us across the kitchen. We thought it was the landlord. While checking the only room attached to the kitchen, a bedroom, we found nothing. The thing is, our kitchen did not have a backdoor. To this day, we can’t explain what we saw.

-Nelson

When I was a senior in high school I was babysitting a couple kids who had just been to their first summertime camp, earlier in the year. (Yep, this is a classic babysitter story – with twists – The babysitter was a guy (me!) and the evil being was a spirit, not a knife-wielding psycho.) The boys were about 10 and 11 years old – brothers who had been keen to tell the ghost stories that they had picked up at camp for several months now, but were always too terrified to commit fully to it. Finally one very rainy fall night, they buckled into their eagerness and after I agreed to leave most of the lights on, we began the spooky proceedings. Well, the antic-filled spirits who had been floating throughout the house, overhearing these kids’ fearsome twitterings in the previous months, finally were able to act out with full blown mischievousness. I had barely begun my story when the hooked double doors leading upstairs to their bedrooms dramatically unhooked themselves and the doors swung slowly, creakingly open and stayed still for a moment. The demon doors then swung back slowly, closed and re-hooked themselves. Giving the gaping boys just a moment to adjust, the doors then unlocked, swung open and then closed once again. By now, these kids were whiter than cow’s milk (we were situated in the deep farm country in Western New York). I had to spend the rest of the night trying unsuccessfully to calm them down, especially since strange, rumbling noises continue to escape from the house’s walls throughout the night. Oh, well…Who says ghosts don’t have a sense of humor? Not me, anymore.

-Brian

Well, my experience with the supernatural happened while housesitting. I was watching the house of friends of my parents while the owners were away on vacation. I was upstairs watching television. I heard a noise downstairs and muted the volume. I listened to hear if I could hear anything else, but there was nothing. So, I went back to watching TV.

A little while later I heard something again. I went downstairs and could find nothing out of place. So, I returned to my position in front of the TV. Then I finally heard something distinct. A noise I couldn’t mistake. The front door to the house has several locks of different types. I had latched them all enough times to recognize the sounds. I thought the owners had come home early. So, I started cleaning up. I heard the top three locks turn. But, then I heard a noise that was impossible. I heard the chain lock unlock and fall. The only way that could have happened was if someone were inside the house.

I was freaked at this point. So, I picked up a baseball bat from the owner’s son’s room and crept downstairs as quiet as I could. When I got downstairs, I couldn’t find anyone. I searched the whole level. No sign of anyone. I went to the door….all the locks were still locked. Not one had been turned. I was sure I had just freaked myself out. So, I just went back upstairs and got ready to go to sleep.

I got upstairs and turned off the TV. Then I heard the locks again. Not rattling; unlatching. Clearly. Distinct. I ran downstairs and got to the bottom as the chain fell from its latch. I ran to the door – all the locks were still locked. I was freaked. So, I packed up and left. I refused to go to the house at night and only went during the day until the owners came home. I got my money for caring for the house and didn’t say anything.

A few years later, the owners moved. After they moved, my family went to their new home to visit them. They talked of how happy they were with the new house. I said I was glad they had moved. They asked why and I finally told them my story. The husband calmly said "Oh, that’s just the ghost." I laughed, thinking he was joking. He said "No, seriously. We had a ghost. It would lock and unlock doors and it moved a rocking chair up in the attic. It’s one of the reasons we finally moved. It never did anything harmful. Just made noise. It drove us nuts after 13 years. We just hoped it would eventually leave. But, finally got tired." We all became very uncomfortable and quickly changed the subject.

-Sean

My sister and I were playing with a ball , I was 6 years old and she was 10. I was on top of the stairs and she was at the bottom of the stairs tossing the ball back and fourth . We both looked at the window that was close to the stairs and saw an old lady with long white hair pass by the window, staring at us. We were on the second floor!!!!!!!!

-Angel

The scariest story of the supernatural I dealt with happened when I was 21. I was into witchcraft hardcore at the time. I started buying several books, chanting different spells from them, and trying to communicate with the dead. I eventually found my way over to an occult shop and purchased a set of rune stones and some tarot cards. To top it off, I went and bought a cheap Ouija board from a bookstore in Naperville.

Anyway, I started to play around with the Ouija board regularly. Eventually, I became so obsessed with talking to the spirits that I conned my best friend Nicole into obsessively playing the Ouija board with me. It eventually told me to bring a single red rose to a certain tombstone in Bachelors Grove Cemetery where a supposed ghost would be and to place it on their tombstone. The entire time I was talking to a supposed "child entity" who was around 5 to 7 years of age but I can’t remember their name.

Anyway, I went to a 7-11 on Harlem Ave in Berwyn (I think) and picked up a red rose. I stood in line with someone in front of me. The man had to be around 40-50 years old and seemed homeless. At the moment I didn’t think anything bad of him and wasn’t about to judge him in any way. He turned around to face me and his gaze was unbelievable. It was like his eyes were covered with cattaracts and he wasn’t able to see anything, yet it felt like he was looking directly into my soul. He looked straight at me without even looking at the flower, and said "That’s a nice red rose you got there. I bet that’s for someone special." Two things hit me hard in this situation: 1. He couldn’t possibly have seen me with eyes like that, and 2. There were over a dozen or so roses there and I had the only red one available. Anyway, I quickly got out of there. Nicole decided to come with me to Bachelors Grove.

We drove to the cemetery during daylight and brought the flower and the Ouija board. We placed the red rose where we were instructed to. We played the board in the cemetery and talked to the spirit, who constantly assured us everything was going to be OK even though it was getting pitch black out and I don’t know who could have been out there at that time.

Eventually we wrapped up for the night and drove home. We played the board one more time in Nicole’s home on Chicago’s North Side before I had a revelation: I wanted to stop doing witchcraft, Ouija boards, and all things related at that moment. I don’t exactly know why, but I just wanted to stop.

A few days later I was sitting at a computer typing to a few friends at night when suddently my hands went numb. It felt like when your foot goes numb and you can’t really move it until you have circulation in it again. Anyway, not only were my hands numb, but I couldn’t control them at all. They stood there on the keyboard motionless until they started moving themselves… and spelled out,on the keyboard, d….i….e. Over and over, faster and faster, as if mimicing an Ouija board. The lights flickered and some things fell off the wall. My hands, on their own, reached for a bible I had nearby ( I was a collector, and still am, of all things religious and occult). After reaching for the bible, my hands flipped through it themselves and started moving over lines of the bible, as if mimicing it and making fun of it. This whole ordeal lasted what seemed to be between 5 or 10 minutes before it was over.

This was just the beginning of attacks I would have with whatever you would call them. Spirits, ghosts, demons. I dont know what they were and I still don’t. The attacks lasted over a year long and I went through several painstaking episodes, bad dreams, and thinking I was psychotic and wanted to commit myself.

This is a 100 percent true story. This story is almost embarassing for me to tell because people don’t believe me and Ii’m not into the occult whatsoever anymore. I want to make a library so I do collect rare occult books as well as books about different religions. But anyway, Nicole can also confirm this story so I don’t seem too crazy :).

-Mike

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