Jeremy

My story takes place in 1980 in Massachusetts--I was in my early 20's. I was in the process of a divorce and relocating,and new friends of mine (a married couple)offered to put me up for a few days till my living arrangements were set. I accepted the offer and brought my luggage to their 3rd floor apartment.This 6 unit house was owned by the friend's father. The 3 of us stayed up till 11:00pm that night, the husband had to work in the morning,so after giving me a blanket and pillow they went off to bed.Once I knew they were in bed for the night, I changed into nightclothes,and tucked myself into the couch for the night. I layed there for about 20 min. rehashing the conversation we had during the evening. One of those things were, about how they didn't appreciate friends dropping in at odd hours- uninvited. By now I was slowly drifting off ...Until I felt a cold breeze,it being January, I looked to the windows to be sure they were shut--they were, yet the curtains billowed slightly. I chalked this up to old house drafts. Once again, I snuggled into my pillow,closed my eyes,to drift again. As I lay there on my back, I heard a soft "jingling" and ignored it. But shortly thereafter I was disturbed by a strong sense of being watched. I opened my eyes and without moving, scanned the room,and saw nothing...I closed my eyes again but the feeling was still there,when I decided to look over my head,and saw a young man gazing down at me!! I froze,thinking maybe the 'jingling" I heard earlier, was a key of one of the "rude" friends they had discussed.As we looked at one another (with many thoughts running through my mind) I noticed he was very sad and pathetic looking. He gave me a sad smile as he nodded his head in acknowledgment of me,yet I literally remained frozen,unable to move any muscle I did not respond. Able to only close my eyes,I did so. When I opened them he was gone. I listened for the noises of his leaving,and there were none. I found that I could move all of a sudden and the chill in the room was gone,and when I looked to the windows,the curtains weren't moving at all. I layed there wondering "What the hell just happened" till I fell asleep.In the morning I woke up and told the couple what had happened. They said the door was locked when they went to bed,and no one had a key but them.So,worried,they asked for a description. I told them,and watched the husbands face blanche,and the wife go into hysterics. I was shocked at their reaction,until the husband explained,that the man I described lived in the apartment before them,he had hung himself in the livingroom closet. They showed me the closet,explaining that it had been painted shut since his death,and yet we found it slightly open. The wife was hyperventilating I told them they were "crazy" ,thanked them, grabbed my bags and ran down stairs. When I got down to the 2nd floor landing, a red haired woman stopped me and said "You saw him didn't you?" I said "Who?" and she said "My dead boyfriend--Jeremy." "Jeremy?" I questioned. And she said "Yes" and saw the look on my face. She explained : A year ago her boyfriend,Jeremy, a music student at Harvard,hung himself upstairs, when she broke up with him. My mouth dropped open,and she said "Don't worry,he never leaves me now." I ran for my car,never looking back,and never voicing his name out loud again....... Thanks for posting this and being interested enough to read, Layla.

Weird Occurences My encounters with the supernatural have been going on for a few years. If I recall correctly, it all began in 8th grade. It was a nice day, and I was walking home with my friend. (we live in the same neighborhood) I waved goodbye to her, and took out my key. I was, and still am, home alone until after 4:00 usually. I had been since 6th grade, and absolutely loved it. But this day felt strange. I turned the key in the door, and it seemed to almost open by itself. Also, I could have sworn I saw a human hand behind the door, but when I looked behind the door and around, there was nobody there. I thought it was weird, but shook it off. My next weird experience(s) took place during April vacation. I was home alone, and felt kind of bored, so I called one of my friends. We talked for a while, and after we hung up I turned on the T.V. and watched Jerry Springer or something. After it ended, I was reading a book for school, and heard weird creaking noises coming from downstairs. (I was on the 2nd floor at the time) I ignored it, and kept on reading. A few minutes later, it started again, this time louder. I put my book down, and got the phone, in case it was somebody so I could call 911. I sat still for a minute, then yelled "Hello!!!" No answer. I rolled my eyes, figuring the wood was creaking by itself. I continued reading, and then the creaking started again. I then got pissed instead of freaked, and started cursing...then put on some really loud music.Nothing else happened. The next happened during the summer when I was vacationing in Greece. It was June, and I was in my grandmother's apartment. I was jet lagged and tired, so I remained there and my grandmother and mom went out to eat. It was nighttime, and I was watching music videos, and then I could have sworn I saw my grandfather's figure in the hallway from the corner of my eye. Maybe I should mention the fact that he died in 1995 in the very room, on the very couch, I was watching T.V. on. I decided I was just tired, and kept watching T.V. I met a good friend of mine, who claims to have seen aliens up close. She never talked about it much, but I believe her, because she has no motive to lie, and she is not the type of person to lie. After I returned, and the summer was winding down, it was a summer afternoon when I heard the front doorknob rattling from the inside. I was too scared to move for a few seconds, but when it stopped, I leaped up, grabbed a knife, and started yelling something like "What the f--- do you want?...Leave me alone mothaf----!" And it went really quiet... The next strange thing didn't happen until early September. I was home alone (of course) and it was around 7:00. I was studying in my room, and suddenly heard a weird crashing noise from upstairs. It sounded like someone, more likely than something, fell. I blame these occurrences on poltergeists (except the one with my grandfather's apparition), since they supposedly attain energy from teenagers, (like me!!!) and ghosts aren't much of a possibility since my house was built in the mid-1980's...unless it was built on Indian burial grounds or something, and are mischievous rather than harmful. It's really freaky, and I constantly have the feeling that someone is watching me and following me almost everywhere and it's really annoying...if anybody knows anything that can make it go away, please e-mail me at Cleopatra54100@yahoo.com. Thanks for reading. :-) Haunted House on 15th Avenue When I was a child of eight years old in 1964, my father and mother bought a house on 15th Ave. in Sheffield Alabama, the house was a two story house built back in the twenties and it had fourteen windows knocked out of it. my father did all the work fixing it up and finally it was a beautiful home anyone would be proud to live in. the man told my parents that a baby had died in the house a long time ago, but that didn’t bother them any for they said they had never harmed the child so there would be nothing to be afraid of. well as I got older and moved out on my own I did the natural thing, I got married and had two beautiful kids. when my father died in 1991 he willed the house to mother who later died in 1994. well I got the house and lived there for a while, until the dreaded day I bought a ouija board. I was always curious about them because I do not believe in them at all. we sat down many times and tried to get it to work for us but it never would. we had a medium work it for us and she told us the spirit in the board was a little 5 year old boy named Micah who had been killed by his father with a razor strap. he would not work for me because he said I reminded him of his father and that he was scared of me. well that got me even more interested. after several attempts he still would not communicate with us. people have told me never try to work the board when you are alone for the spirit would come out of the board and take control. now my curiosity was really running wild. one day while my kids were at school and my then ex wife was at work, I started messing with the board, I told the spirit that if he was really real to come out of the board and reveal himself to me. I think he revealed himself to everyone but me. after a little while my daughter started hearing strange noises. one night she woke us up crying saying that she heard something that sounded like somebody running there fingernails down a chalkboard, I told her to go back to sleep for she was only having a bad dream. she wound up sleeping with us that night, she was 15 years old. we woke up the next morning to notice that on the mirror on our headboard, we saw what looked to be like someone had ran there wet sticky fingers down the mirror. they also discovered blood on every other step going up the stairs to the attic. it seemed like one bad thing lead to another. my daughter got sick for a while, my wife left me for another man, I got hurt on the job and was off work for 6 weeks. my daughter was seeing images in the TV screen even though the TV was off. well we moved out of the house but I still had possession of it. I have now remarried but do not live in the house. one day my new wife and daughter went back to the house to get a few things when about ten minutes into getting the stuff they heard noises coming from the attic as if someone was moving furniture around. well let me say that they didn’t let any grass grow under there feet getting out of there. just before me and my new wife Pam got married we had a pretty good car so we moved to a mountain area in Colbert county, the car started giving us a lot of trouble, I would fix one thing and something else would break down on it. it wasn’t until I opened the trunk one day and moved some old clothes around that low and behold there was that ouija board. I tried to burn it but it would not burn, so I took it and broke it over my knee. ever since then my life has been just wonderful. I don’t know if the ouija board had anything to do with it or not but I will never have another one. oh yes I bought a house one block behind the one on 15th Ave, as a matter of fact I can look out my front door and see the back of the house. I did sell it 4 years ago. but it sure seems strange that everybody that moves into that house only stays about a month or two then moves out. May the Spirits be with You From childhood through to adulthood I have experienced many a good and bad ghostly or supernatural encounters and have wanted to share some of them with those who would be interested. It starts as this......I was 2yrs when we, my mum and sister all of 6wks old, moved in with my Grandparents. My parents had split up (eventually got divorced) and it seemed like the right thing to do. My grandparents lived in Wrexham N.Wales ( the UK) in an old part of town in a Victorian terraced house built for the middle classes, it had five bedrooms, one was for the maid. When my grandparents moved it had all the original servant bells and pulls but as the sixties was they tore all this out and decorated in foul greens and purples. Life went as normal and my sister and I were growing up when the first incident I can remember happened. I was eleven and Nine, my sister, was nine. We were playing at the back of the house were the garages were situated it was a courtyard about 70m long and closed off with a 6ft wall from the surrounding area. At the top of the courtyard there was an old coach house that my grandfather had just bought of a neighbour. Nine and I were playing and we heard a horse neighing and a man shouting, it was coming from the garage. Thinking what's a horse doing in our new very large garage we went to investigate, as we opened the door a boy wearing flatcap and shorts ran out and then to top if off a portly man wearing wearing breeches and a very smart but old fashioned red coat turned and shouted at us to " get out or I will get my belt" . With that we ran straight to tell my grand dad who was very cross to think that somebody was in his garage let alone a horse. When we got there the door was open as we left it but there was nobody in there. My grdd dismissed it as the vivid imagination of children. Things were quiet for a while then when my Grandma put clean bedding on her bed you would sometimes see an old lady in old fashioned nightdress sitting up in my grandparents bed reading a book. Sometimes in a very well spoken voice she would say "I do like a nice clean bed" and then vanish. This used to happen all the time. When my sister and came home from church one Sunday we walked up our garden path and saw a little boy with a cap looking at us through my sisters bedroom window. We didn't think much of it as my grandma was very popular with children so much so they all used to call her grandma. When we asked my grandma about it she said she was the only one the house. We never felt uncomfortable in fact it almost seemed natural and my it reiterated when my Grandma was told in a church blessing that her house would be a house that spirits would gather in as it was always welcoming. There were a number of events over the years some small some big but none were bad until I was 16yrs. I was coming out of school and was walking to catch the bus when I heard someone shout my name, I turned to see who wanted me but there was no-one that I recognized so I carried on. When getting on the bus I sat in my usual seat third double seat from the back as not to follow the crowd and sit at the back but still be cool were I was sitting. This day was pretty quiet on the bus, there were about seven people on it and nobody behind me, then all of sudden I heard someone whisper my name as if right behind me, but of course there was no-one there. I dismissed it and carried on. When I reached my drop off point I got off and started my walk back home then again I heard as if right behind me my name whispered and felt someone breath on my neck I shot around and there was no-one for about 20m. I felt very uncomfortable and as if someone was watching so I hurried home. As I was going through my backyard gate I heard my name in a loud whisper as turned I saw the figure of young man in black overalls at the end of the entry I could just make out the positively evil smile he gave me and then he said "I will be coming for you"and then he walked through a garden instead of the gate behind him.I ran in and was visibly shaken and related what had happened to my grandma and my mum who surprisingly believed me. About two weeks later I was sent out to the chip shop for dinner, a five minute walk, it had been a good day and I was pleased to being treated to chips, when I arrived at the chip shop their was a que so I lined up. Then somebody walked in behind me, which instantly made me feel afraid and very uncomfortable. As not to be nosy I continued to look forward, eventually I was being served but there were two men serving and the other shouted next and a young man about 18yrs stood there and stared at me with a really evil smile on his face he was wearing black overalls and was very grubby he looked like a mechanic and smelt strongly of petrol. He ignored the man asking what he wanted and just stared and smiled that chilling smile. He was then told to leave which he did and he walked out of sight. On my way home I was a nervous wreck, I was taking a short cut and then right in front of me he appeared and said I told you I was coming for you and with that I turned and ran for it this seemed like the logical thing to do as I could run the 100m in 11.29seconds. After running for about 2minutes I stopped terrified but confident he couldn't catch me then the smell off petrol hit me and there he was right behind me and he whispered my name that was it although struck with the feeling of impending doom I somehow managed to get running and did so all the way home. I ran through the back door and locked it and started talk very fast that he was coming for me......he knows my name.......he whispers it.........he just vanished.........hes coming to get me. My mum managed to calm me down and got me onto a chair then we saw his face through the window looking at me and then everyone in the kitchen everyone saw him which relieved me a little my grand dad rushed outside to confront him. He was out there for about 5 minutes and then he came back in as white as a sheet and wouldn't talk about what had happened other than he had seen him before. Everything was quiet for awhile except seeing his face through the window when I was with my girlfriends. Until recently my eldest who is 13yrs told me about this man who turns up every now and again in black overalls who smells of petrol. He tells me that he has heard his name called in the street on the bus in the car and at a friends house and when he has looked their has been no-one there. He is a little nervous and is shaken after hearing or seeing him. My son myself and my grand dad are all very sensible rational people, I am not afraid of anything in fact I am diplomatic bodyguard, I have a masters degree in Business management and marketing and am 4th dan black belt in Shotokan Karate and black belts in Brazilian Jui Jitsu, Ninjitsu and have ten of Grecco Wrestling experience and my son is a 2nd dan Shotokan Karate, we are not the type of people who are fooled easily. As for my grand dad he has never spoken about it so I am assume he knows more from that night he went out get rid of him and came in and said that he had seen him before. Well, that's my story, one day I will find out why my family are haunted by this man and whether he will haunt my other four sons, but what concerns me most what does he mean when he says "will be coming for you" the question is when will he come and what will he do. I am at a loss as to what to do if anyone can help be very grateful. Thank You Jay email: keighlej@yahoo.co.uk Ghost Stories Page 19 BACK TO