Ghost House in Taylor Ridge

My story should be foggy, for it happened when I was about 8, but I do have vivid memories of much of it.   I was in Taylor Ridge Illinois, exploring in a nearby creek, by our house.   There were lots of areas of fenced in land, on both sides of the creek.  It was obvious though, if you traveled a ways up the nearby hill, that the land had been undisturbed for quite sometime.        I came to the hill, and saw an old house surrounded by brush and tall weeds. I was curious, so I continued toward it. I entered the front door, I remember seeing broken pieces of glass and other debris strewn throughout. The one thing that stood out, was a black baby carriage. It was empty, but it for some reason intrigued me. As I stared at it, I heard a baby cry from up stairs, not like a real baby, but like a pull string doll. I also thought I saw a small girl, at the top of the steps. I traveled up the worn staircase, I was not afraid. The sound continues, and I move to a back bedroom. There I found an old doll, handpainted face, with a crack through the glazed clay, right through the middle of her left cheek, it made me feel quite sad. This doll had no pull string though.    I grabbed the doll, and headed back down. I started to leave, but then felt I should put the doll in the carriage, and leave her be. I wanted to keep the doll, but I knew it wasn't mine.                      This all in it's self isn't so strange, what was odd, is after I left the house, I heard a child say thankyou, I  looked back and the house was no longer there. The house just vanished. Sometimes, I wish I'd of kept the doll, just so I could prove it really happened.

(sent in by Danny) I am 14 years old my story is really scary. at least it scared me. I have never told anyone this because I was afraid it would make it come back. Two years ago my mom and dad bought a 200 year old house in New England. My dad says it is full of history, he is a history buff.I dont know the details of the houses history but I do know that more than one person has died within its walls. IT is three stories tall.My bedroom is on the second floor, my parents room is on second floor as well just down the hall from me.one day I was playing tee ball in the back yard. I was hitting the ball towards the house because there is no fence to stop the ball from leaving the yard. I was pretending to be Babe Ruth so I was swinging hard. One time I really got a hold of one. I sent it in a high arc toward the house. when it started coming down I could tell it was going to the house.It did. It hit the third story window to what was now an attic. I stared at back door to the porch expecting mom to come running out asking what happened. To my surprise she did not. As I turned from the porch to look up at the broken window I saw that the ball was right by my foot. I knew the ball had gone through the glass and into the attic, so how did it get down here next to my foot without me seeing it. I figured my mom must have been up there and through it out. I figured she was on her way down to give me the what for.When she did not appear I became curious and headed in to investigate. As I started upstairs toward the attic I began to get scared. Of what I dont know because I was sure I would find my mom in the attic cleaning or something. By the time I reached the third floor I was really very scared. I called out to my mom from just outside the attic door. There was no answer. I started to turn and head back down when I heard a noise from behind the attic door. I called out to my mom again. A voice in a whisper said no. It was not my mom's voice. It came from behind the attic door. I froze in fear. I mean fear like I have never felt. I could not move or speak or breath. thats when I heard my mom from downstairs call out to me. Still unable to move the door knob to the attic began to turn. I tried to scream but nothing came out but squeak. The dorr knob was working back and forth. finally my lungs filled with air and let out the loudest scream I could muster. My legs unlocked and I bolted down the stairs actually falling down the last flight. Into my moms arms. I have never and will never go up to third floor again. I sleep at the foot of my parents bed every night now.

Karen's Ghost

When my daughter was about 4 years old, her cousin died. It happened in Germany, the child had fallen from a high story window.       She was brought back to the Quad Cities,(where we live) for burial. Being my daughter was so young, and had barely known her cousin, we decided not to tell her of the death.    About a week after the funeral, my husband and I were watching t.v in the living room, it was about 11 pm, our daughter was in bed.     She walks out of bedroom, looks at us and announces, "There is a ghost in my bedroom" She didn't say this like a child who just awoke from a nightmare, she said it so calmly, it gave me chills.    Before I was even able to ask her what she saw, she returned to her bedroom, we followed. My daughter pointed to a corner, and said " I woke up, there was a little girl, with white all around her. She was holding my baby (she called dolls babies) she stood up, came over and gave me a kiss, told me that she loved me, and her name, and then she said came to tell me goodbye."    I asked my daughter if the ghost said anything else.  "Yes she told me her name, and her birthday.   I asked my daughter who it was, she replied "It was my dead cousin Karen." I asked her what the birthday was (I myself didnt know when Karens birthday was, how could my daughter know?)    I called my sister, and asked her when Karens birthday was. My child was indeed correct.  How can I not believe my child, she didn't even know Karen had died.  My daughter says Karen was an angel, not a ghost, and just needed to say goodbye.