Subj: The House-Kali's Ghost

When I was a little girl I used to hear things. I dunno that I paid all that much attention to it. I once told my mother that my friend Kali had said she was going to come over. My mother told my, very gently, that I didn't know a Kali. I fought with her and kept telling her that I did. I told her everything I knew about Kali. That she was my age, 8, and that she and I always played together, I told Mom she had short blond hair and eyes that seemed to glow the were such a bright blue. My mother just shook her head and said, "Of course dear," and left it at that. A few weeks later, I was on a field trip with my friends to the college campus. My friend Katie and I were walking, and I saw Kali. But the odd thing was I usually only saw her in the evenings. She told me because she had to stay home and take care of her mother. Well, I tugged at Katie's shirt sleeve and asked her if she saw what I saw. Katie turned and looked over her shoulder, and then she turned white as a sheet. For what I hadn't realized is that you could see right through Kali! Well, Katie and I looked wide eyed at each other and ran to the teacher. We told her what we saw and dragged her to where we had been, but Kali was no where to be seen. When I described Kali to my teacher, she also turned pale. What I hadn't known then I know now. Kali was an 8 year old girl who died in a fire that happened on my block. There had been accounts of other little girls seeing her on the street, but never had she been seen outside of there. But as Katie and I could plainly vouch for was that we had seen her on campus. To this day, I could swear that I sometimes her that little girl laugh, cry, and comfort me. It's as though she lives right in the house with me, and has watched me grow up. And I have never felt threatened.

Subj: Storyland Farms Ghost Date: 00-01-24 21:03:31 EST From: Storybuck To: RondaIee When I was about 2 yrs old - about 36 yrs ago - my parents bought an old farmhouse in Virginia. Growing up there I always shared a room with my grandmother. Most of my memories of growing up on the farm were fantastic and I wouldn't change my experiences for anything. Well, maybe except for my encounters with the farm's resident ghost. I really don't have many really vivid memories of these encounters as most of them occurred at night while I was supposed to be sleeping. My grandmother would tell me about them the next morning at the breakfast table. A few, however, are extremely vivid. One evening, shortly after getting into bed, I was looking into the blackness of the room. Suddenly, I saw these two bulls eyes staring back at me. I blinked my eyes several times thinking that I was just imagining them or that they would disappear. They didn't. I started to scream as loud as I could (I was around 10 years old at that time). My grandmother woke up to see what in the world was going on. The bull's eyes disappeared. Later that same evening, I heard a tapping on the back window or the room. We were on the second story and that window had no roof or ledge. There was not tree there nor was there anyway anyone could be right out there at that window. Unless of course you were a ghost. I walked over to the window and I was the face of a pale, sort of transparent, man. He was wearing a derby hat. His hand was up by his face like he was saying "hi" and he was wavering back and forth in a sort of counter clock wise motion. Again my grandmother awoke and again the ghost disappeared. Other instances occurred. Nothing really came of it. No one really talked about it until later as adults. My sister who is 10 years older than me and I were talking just a few years ago about growing up on the farm. She began to tell me about a few experiences that she had on the farm with ghosts and such. I told her about mine. We were just amazed. Then for the real clincher. Apparently, our parents neglected to tell us, until now, that there had been an incident with a couple who first owned the farm when it was first built. The man, who originally owned the farm, killed his wife with an axe by the attic. There was a big gash in the attic door. No matter how many coats of paint my parents put on it it was always there. As kids we never knew what it was. After the man killed his wife he went down to the barn and hung himself. Well, at least I now know why I was seeing the things I saw and experiencing the things I experienced. Luckily this ghost didn't do us any harm. We never felt threatened, only frightened and confused. Thanks for listening, Farm girl. Subj: Glasgow Ghost Date: 00-02-08 07:13:56 EST From: Alex Yarbles To: RondaIee I live in the East End of Glasgow, Scotland. I am 26 years old and consider myself a skeptic regarding ghosts and goblins. I recently purchased a flat from my sister. The flat is about 50 or 60 years old. I moved in and settled in no time at all. The flat has 2 bedrooms. One where I sleep and another where over night guests sleep. One friend who stays over more regular than most is my buddy Martin, and when Martin sleeps, he sleeps like the dead. It is practically impossible to wake him up. It usually takes me about 10 minutes to wake him. Anyway............... The guest room is the setting for this tale. When I has just moved in I decided to decorate the guest room, so there I was for days.....plastering....painting.....sawing wood....and so on. Every now and then I would lose something, a hammer or a bag of nails or whatever and when I found it it was always somewhere strange. I put it down to absent mindedness and figured that I had moved things without remembering. On the third day I got this really uncomfortable feeling that I was being watched. I tried to shrug it off but I couldn't. Eventually it got the better of me and I left the room. I went back in about 15 minutes later after a coffee to calm me down a bit. The same thing happened again. Eventually I got the room decorated and Martin started crashing at the flat whenever he was at college the next day. I had never told anyone about my spooky feeling. One morning I heard Martin yell and I ran into his room. When I asked what was wrong, he told me that someone has just touched his nose. This struck me as unusual because it usually takes more than that to wake Martin up. I have hit him in the face with a wet sponge and he hasn't even stirred so someone touching his nose wouldn't even disturb him a little. Normally. Needless to say he didn't sleep for the rest of the night. About a week later I was asleep in my room and I was awoken by a coughing coming from the guest room. I got out of bed and went to get Martin, who was staying, a glass of water. As I opened my room door, the coughing stopped suddenly. I still went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and Martin was sitting in the front room, watching tv. He hadn't heard anyone cough. When I mentioned this to my sister she informed me that my 3 year old nephew used to tell her that he had been talking to an old woman in his bedroom. His old bedroom is now my guest room. To this day, things go missing from that room, things appear in that room, noises come from that room and I always feel, now, that I am being watched.............. Subj: The Lift Date: 00-02-22 16:22:18 EST From: samisthegame@hotmail.com (Sam The Game) To: rondaiee@aol.com This didn't happen to me, it happened to my friend Jordan. He was in a chat room, and this one girl really stood out he said, they really started chatting, and frequently mailed and chatted, eventually, she asked my friend to meet him, she said to meet him at an old building, of course, my friend wanted to go, and he did, he went into the building a few days later, and got into the old lift, the building was 'weird' , the lift stopped, and a man in a black cloak got in, at this point my friend was freaked out! the lift carried on for about another 15 seconds, when it stopped, my friend wanted to scream, he banged on the doors, shouting things like 'Anyone there' and 'Help' after a while, he heard the man in the cloak say 'I DON'T LIKE IT IN HERE' My friend was puzzled, he said it so calmly, he said, my friend turned, 'i know.....' the man was gone, just VANISHED! after a bit more time, the lift begun to move again, my friend was SO scared by now, when he got to the top, the women was there, 'what happened?' she said, my friends face was white with fear! 'A man vanished from the lift!' 'nonsense!' they forgot about it for then, and had some fun, after he went, he got home, a few weeks ago me and jordan did some research on the happenings, and it turned out the man had walked through the lift shafts, and fallen off, he committed suicide, that's what he meant when he said he did'nt like it IN THE WORLD Go to Ghost Stories Page 6