Abandoned Building My story took place about two years ago I was nine years old back then. I was at my friend's place for the weekend, my parents were on a vacation to my dad's main company. It was Seven-thirty PM when a strange kid came by, it was a friend of my friends. He told us that there was an abandon building nearby and that no one was near by. He told us that he had decided to go and take a peek inside and that he would be happy to take us along because he is older than us. So we followed him and finally reached there at about eight-o-four. We got all exited to find out that we were going to take a look inside. As we went on we split up I went to the right, My friend straight, and the other kid went left. A couple of minutes later I heard a high pitch voice saying "Welcome!!". I wasn't scared because I kept thinking that kid did it. As it got late we got together and went home. The next day that weird kid came back the first thing he said was "Did you guys hear someone saying welcome yesterday inside that building?" I replied "Didn't you do it?" He told me "I swear to God I didn't do it."My friend said "I too swear that I didn't fake that voice," "Then who did?" I asked Just as we put on our shoes getting ready to go outside, I saw a red markings on my friend's shoe I told him about it. He said that he just washed it yesterday. We thought that it was weird but all we did was washed it. While playing a big kid came up to us and we tried to be cool and told him what we had done he told us "A lady with high-pitched voice died there a couple days ago and people thought her blood was still on the floor."We were scared stiff. After that my friend told his parents that he didn't like those shoes so they went back to the store for an exchange. Weird huh?

Black Utida This is strange, but it is true, unfortunately. The farm is now an evil soy bean farm, 5 miles from Utah state in Idaho. These stories have been told to me my whole life, most occurred in the 50s. The house was called Black Utida, because the boards turned black most likely from mildew. Even now, there's an evil and very sad feeling just driving past the field where it stood. Well, on to the stories. The first house which burned 1960 was built in the 30s. Anyway, before it burned my grandmother would see people walking around looking very angry, and sad .They were dressed in almost pioneer clothing, and they would stare at you with this look, that I’ve been told made many run into the house, which was no safer than the yard. Sometimes they would follow you and they didn’t have a human form. They would become a black blob of sorts, and the room would get cold. My mother told me of the time she was playing in yard and felt she should go in the barn, although she had been told it was a bad place, she went, and she still won’t tell me what she saw. She said it was evil and the barn should have been burned. Faces looked in at you from the windows, but the strange part is ,that  this only happened during the coldest or hottest time of year. They always looked sick and hungry. Well ,shortly after that, the house burned. My grandmother drove past and saw 20 people in that pioneer clothing, dancing in a circle where the foundation had been, holding hands and dancing. They were transparent and looked to be playing a giant game of ring around the rosie, except they didn’t fall down or stop. Could these be angry spirits of settlers that died over the winters or summers due to the lack of food and water? Or could have been killed in an Indian attack? We still don’t know, and sold the property the seventies. A second house was built, and burned as well. There is nothing there now except soy beans and potatoes. Southern Hospitality This is the story of one of many strange things that have happened to me in my life. I truely do believe that there are unexplained things that happen in the world, and that only a fool would under estimate the unknown. Although I have not been extremely frightened by most of the occurrences, due to my great faith in the power of God over all. This incident occurred a few years ago in southern Texas in a small border town named Rio Grande City. I was recently married and lived with my husband, his grandmother and our new baby who was nearly four months old. The house was a rented one, and I could feel that familiar "surrounded" feeling the moment we first walked into the little yellow house. I did not voice my feelings to my husband Jesse or to his grandmother Dalia because I knew that Jesse did not ever believe my intuitions, and I thought maybe Dalia wouldn't either. We moved in right after Thanksgiving. The house's main door was to the kitchen and led into the livingroom. To the left was the long hallway to the rooms. On the right hand side of the hall was Dalia's bedroom which she filled with her religious items like her rosary beads, scapular and small alter. ( we are Catholic) Across from her room was the bathroom. Further down the narrow hallway at the end and to the right was mine, Jesse and the baby's room. Now across from our room was another large room. But upon entering this room, I got the most sudden chill and unpleasant feeling that I never entered it again. Not one of us was comfortable in that room so we used as a storage area. The baby was not yet sleeping through the night and she required formula. So lucky as I always was, I spent many nights walking down that long, dark and narrow hall to get into the kitchen. I always saw white tall figures standing in the bathroom doorway as if watching my nightly trek down the hall. They always had a slender finger held up to their non-existent lips as if to tell me to keep quiet. I also saw these figures sitting on the livingroom couch signaling to me in the same way as soon as I got into that room after leaving the hall. I was not afraid, nor did I ever feel any dread around these figures on the many occasions that I saw them. They seemed more like they were just trying to take care of me somehow. At around Christmas, Dalia was a little depressed as it was nearing the anniversary of her mother's death. She became very distraught and angry and said many times that she wished that she were dead. That night she was to work at the hospital (she worked night shift in the nursery) and so Jesse the baby and I were alone at the isolated house. That's when I first heard the knocks at the front door in the kitchen. It was a little after midnight and we were still up in our room with the baby. I told Jesse that I had heard a knock at the door so he went and checked. He said that I must have been hearing things because no one was there. As soon as he sat I heard it again and I checked that time but no one was at the door. But again, as soon as I got back into the room the knocking started again. I just ignored and didn't tell Jesse anything anymore because he had said that he had not heard the knocking even after he turned down the volume on the TV. The knocking occurred every few nights. On one of these nights I happened to wake up and see three white figures seeming to be push the rooms door as if to keep someone out. One turned to me and once again gestured for me to stay quiet. One night I decided to sit with baby in the livingroom and give Jesse a break. The baby fell asleep at around one AM and I was watching a late program that interested me so I decided to go ahead and stay up to finish watching the program. All of a sudden I heard someone whisper urgently and worriedly into my ear to go to bed now. I felt all the hair on my body raised on end. I quickly grabbed the baby and ran down the hall. I could hear heavy breathing right behind me all the way down the hall. As I came to Dalia's room I felt as if someone had pushed me into her room. I quickly did the sign of the cross on the baby and on myself and began to pray to God for protection. When I looked at the doorway, there was a hideous, hairy, tall black thing staring in at me . I could feel the hate just flowing from the horrible thing, but it would not enter the room. I tried to yell for Jesse, but my voice was gone from me. The thing finally left and seemed to have gone into the unused third room. I regained my voice and got Jesse to come to my aid. He was a little shaken by my story but we decided not tell Dalia for fear of scaring her. Christmas night was the last night we spent at that house. We stayed up until midnight to open our gifts. At a few minutes after midnight we heard a knock at the door. Jesse went to open it, and when he did there was no one there. As soon as he closed it, the knocking began again. I went to the window and looked out, but no one was there. I waited for awhile by the window. Suddenly banging began at the door, but I was looking out the window as the banging occurred..... BUT NO ONE WAS AT THE DOOR! The hair on my body began to rise and I stopped Jesse from opening the door and called him to the window. He was so freaked out that he looked pale. Dalia was also very shaken and began to cry out to God for forgiveness for asking to die. The banging only became harder. It went on throughout the night but it moved from the door and followed Dalia throughout the house as if someone was circling the house and banging on it from the outside of wherever she happened to be. We left the next day not having lasted a month in the house. It does still exist and no one lives there except whatever posses the house. We did drive by there once after dark after it had been vacant for a couple years. We will never do that again! In the back unused room someone had a light on and was standing at the window looking out. YIKES! This was not made up. Feel free to email at: yman14@hotmail.com Strange Dream I was only about 8 or 9 when this happened. I was living in an old victorian house at the time with my parents and my two brothers. After about a week we got settled in and it felt like we had been there for ages. One night I awoke because of a terrible dream. All I could remember of the dream was lots of screaming. I ran into my parents bedroom and I awoke them and told them what happened. They said not to worry and for me to go back to bed. However, after a few more hours, I awoke after the same dream. I ran into my parents bedroom again and was unable to wake them even though I was shouting at them and shaking them very hard. Just then ,I heard a wailing scream coming from down the stairs and I suddenly froze. A wind swept through the house rattling the windows. I screamed and screamed but it would not stop . After a few minutes I shouted out please stop and bring back my parents and then it stopped and I woke my parents and told them my story. They believed me and so we sold the house to a couple of friends and we moved to another street nearby. After two weeks in our new home we heard that our friends who owned the house had died and after that my parents, my brother and I emigrated to Switzerland so as to escape the ghost once and for all. This is a true story and I can vividly remember it. Jonathan Dunn aged 18 Go to Ghost Stories Page 9 BACK TO