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This isn't as good as the other stories, but it sure did freak the heck out of me.When I was about 13 My family was going through some financal difficulty,so a friend of ours invited us to temporarily live in there house while they were trying to sell it. It was a pretty big house. it was a two story house and it was very wide. well anyways My bedroom was up stairs next to my older brothers. well one night when I was trying to sleep I heared some foot steps down stairs. like a person was walking back and forth.We had wood floors so they would creak anytime you would step. back and forth. At the time I thought it was my brother. So I walk into his room and he was sound a sleep. So I figured it must be my younger brother who's room was located right next to the stair case down stairs. I went to knock on his bedroom door but right before I could, he opened up the door and peeked out and said 'Did you hear those foot steps? was it you?' I told him that I had heard it too and that I thought it was him. He said he hadn't left his room. so if it wasn't david and it wasn't Aaron it must be my parents. their room was located in the way back of the house down stairs. So me and Aaron walked into their room. My dad was sleeping and my mom was sitting up in bed watching tv. I explained to her what we had heard and she said she hadn't gotten up and that she hadn't heard anything. none the less I didn't sleep that whole night. I would always hear creaking and strange noises at night in that house and my dad just kept telling us it was the radiator. But it didn't sound like the radiator. about 3 or 4 weeks later me and my older brother David were home alone. David was upstairs in his room listening to his music and I was down stairs in the laundry room. Suddenly out of no where I heard someone in a low voice call out my name. So naturally I called out 'What!' no one answered so I went up stairs and asked David what he wanted. He said he hadn't called me. so at first I just thought that I was hearing things and that my mind was playing tricks on me,but then David asked if I had the radio on (Which I didn't) because he heard someone mumbling in a low voice.The same low voice that I had heard call out my name. So I ran upstairs and hung out with him for the rest of the day. All the noises stopped when the owners of the house took their antique musket,(from the civil war) it usta' hang over the fire place downstairs in the living room where I heard the foot steps. about 5 weeks later we moved out.
Michele

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These are a few stories which you might consider posting. They are true, and to the best of my ability told acurately.

Hi I'm Tristen, I'm 20 years old and have a fascination with the paranormal, always have. Some people are drawn to strange occurances, and have abilities to have spirits drawn to them. I really don't know if I am one of these, but I have no doubt that what I remember is true.

When I was about 15, I was living in a duplex in Cheyenne. A small house, and often you could hear the neighbor watching T.V. or flushing the toilet. During this time I a had a Ouija Board, my friends and I played it often. (One friend refused to come in my room as long as it was around). Through the board I learned of a spirit named C.T. Who was often more my guardian, then a burden. When I was ill, or something bad was happening he was there, but he was michevious too hiding clothing, and moving my books.You couldn't always see him, but a few of my friends had seen him, they all described him the same, (1800's English riding clothes) and many I had never told about him. This carachter would come to follow me around for a while.

Next door to us was an older gentlemen. He was a veteran of the war (I'm not sure which one, I believe Vietnam). He was a very nice man, but not all content with his life. He was on oxygen , and continued to smoke ciggarettes, and was often at the V.A. bar drinking. He would wake up early, and would wave to me on my way to the bus stop around 6:00 am. Every morning he was there. On a friday morning I left as usual, and waved, to my friend, he tapped the glass and waved in return smiling, just as we had every other morning that week. I returned home that day to see his daughter's car, and his grand children, but he was nowhere to be found. My mom told me he had died last Tuesday, she hadn't known. She told me later she could still hear the toilet flush and the T.V. up loud after that. No one had move in yet, and all his posessions were no longer there. The next people only lived there a few weeks due to an insect problem, that hadn't previously been.

My other encounter is in Utah. I was 19 and going to Job corps. It was an uneasy enviroment to live in. We were mainly in barracs, and little to no privacy. Not much really seperated the rooms, and we all slept in these giant warehouses. The Job corps center was once a base depot from WWII. Well as I said, I had just arrived and was placed in my new room, with three other great people!! I had a bad day and went to bed that night a little upset. I woke up to a weight on my bed, and thinking it was one of my bunk mates got up to ask if they were okay. When I opened my eyes, I was astonished to see a young man in what apeared to be a green uniform, his cap in his hands. (This was a girls dorm, No MEN) He gently rubbed my leg and told me everything will be okay, and gently dissipeared. His name was John, and had died some times in the 40's around the age of 23, No one was too sure how. ( a few other's had seen him too.)

Now I have always been able to feel things around me, Very empathic. Well I was told of a little girl that was often seen wondering the dorms, and grounds. Nobody said anything more then, "Little girl", Out of nowhere I said "Pale pink dress to her kness, and soft brown hair, curled with ribbons?" . "Have you seen her", I was asked by a friend who's jaw just dropped open (she had seen her quite a few times) "No, not yet" I answered.

That was exactly how she looked.

While living in Cheyenne I ran with a unique crowd of people. We often were in the grave yards, and the like. Well a friend of mine had access to The base there that was very historical. We decided late one night to go out the the old grave yard, on base, established some 100+ years earlier. Once we got there, I was warned "Do not get out of the car!" We drove over to a particurlarly old section, and all three of us saw, in full regalia, a torn soldier. He looked us all strait, and motioned as if to give the Command "Leave now". We did not heed his warning. We drove further in. There was a name that flashed in my head ( I do not remember it now). "Who is that?" My friend asked. I did not know. The next day my friend went out the the grave yard, and found the name on a tomb stone, he died in 1865(?). <around then>

These are just a few that I have encountered. I have a few others from friends, and so on.

If you have any questions or good ghost stories, e-mail me Bluenytetiger@yahoo.com

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