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Ghost Boy
You probably have read my story: My Gift. This one goes along with it. Last night, I communicated with my ghost friend. I wanted to find out what kind of help he needed. Most ghost stay for a need, so I wanted to help him.
Twas frightening at first. I went down to the family living room, knowing that was where he was. I used my little sister's toy alphabet blocks to communicate with him. I arranged the blocks forming this: "What do you want help with?" then I would go in the kitchen and wait for five minutes for him to reply back with the blocks. I returned seeing the blocks changed their writing, with only two words: "My past..."
It confused me a bit, so I asked another question using the toy blocks: "what of your past?"
He answered back: "to go back and refix with John Sin".
I didn't know how my gift could see the past. So I was troubled.
Me: "Who is John Sin?"
Ghost boy: "My friend, twelve, killed in Goldfield, Nevada High school..."
Me: "What about it?"
Ghost boy: "Want to visit John Sin, ghost, still there..."
Ever since then, I've been doing research of that high school. Anybody know where it is? Or have any history on that school? I would like to know, very much. I've also posted a picture of the ghost boy with this story.

Dancing Ghost
It was a warm night in June of 2007. Myself and my ghost hunting partner were at our next destination - the Cove Creek Cemetery. The time was around 11:00 p.m. We had just left from a small cemetery on my aunt's land. I left my camcorder in the front seat - it was so heavy! My partner starts provoking, I provoke along with her. I ask if there are any presences in this graveyard. She asks the presence to let itself be known to us.
We both feel the energy getting stronger, it happened quickly. I step away from my partner a few feet, I shine my flash light around where she and I are standing. I turn my light off, my eyes adjust to the darkness. I ask, "Will you let us see you?" I feel a cool breeze around my lower legs. I even hear a breeze below me. Then, right before my eyes, I see a shadow that was dark, but see-thru. It twirls around myself and my partner's legs. It never goes through us, or touches us, but, it literally dances around us and keeps a small cool breeze around it. I laugh, because it seemed at that time like it was dancing around us, letting its presence be known to us in such a cool manner. It lasted for about 3-4 seconds, then was gone. The breeze remained for a couple seconds afterwards.
I ran to my vehicle, grabbed my camera and took a lot of pictures. I have yet to have these pictures developed, I will soon and will update for you who are interested.

Hotel Room Haunting
I was in Venice, Italy with my wife and some friends, we checked into this hotel, I forget the name because to be honest with you, I did not think I would ever tell this story, but due to this weekends encounter at Alcatraz, I must write. My wife and I enter the room and the room is completely red, red walls red ceiling, red curtains all types of reds with very old and strange furniture made from like bone and mother of pearl. No, I am not the type of person who feels strange things or cold spots and I did not feel anything out of the norm in this room.
So as I check the room and settle in, I wonder to the windows to check out the view. There are two windows, about 48" in height double window that swing open. I notice that there are two sets, an inner and an outer. The windows lock by two steel latches, one high and one low, so you unlatch and swing the widows open and then proceed to do it a second time on the outer windows. The view is beautiful and I have a picture that I will attach later or post so you can see, over looking the canal below and to the right, across the large body of water, a church that was almost glowing against the light grey sky at dusk.
This was kind of chilling but I took no notice to that sort of feeling. Now this is my first experience with anything of this sort. Well we proceed to do our thing that day, shopping, eating and then we return that night to go to sleep. Now thing get creepy. The first encounter was the usual stuff like footsteps and floorboard creeping, all the normal stuff you hear about but never see or hear, well this, I was hearing it, so I awoke to noises in the bathroom that can not be seen from the bed, but I can see the glow in that small hall way of the light on. I call out to my wife to be a little quieter and then notice that my wife is sound asleep next to me. I go the bathroom and all is normal. I turn off the light and back in bed I go, this time I bring the covers slightly higher up my head.
I continue to be awaken by the noises. I am a light sleeper. Now I am awaken by the bathroom once again, this time louder and I notice the glow of the light and yes, again my wife sound asleep next to me, so I proceed to the bathroom, this time to find all our stuff in the bottom of the bathtub, toothbrushes, toothpaste, etc. I put it all back and back to bed I go. This time covering my self completely with the sheets, just a small enough hole to see out of. Back to sleep I fall.
I am awaken by loud footsteps again, this time at the foot of the bed walking in the direction of the windows and yes, you guessed it, the windows to the left side of the wall fly open and the sheer curtains blow into the room. I did not see anything or anybody. I just closed the windows and got back in bed completely covered this time. That was the last encounter of the night.
I did not tell my wife of the night because we were staying one more night in the room. The second night nothing happened, or I just slept through it. When we returned home I told my wife what happened that night and asked her if she had use the bathroom, to which she answered "no why?" So I told her and you know what she said to me, that when we fist entered the room, she felt weird, almost sick-like and that when she laid down on the bed, the room would spin but she did not want to tell me. She does not drink. So I told her all that happened and she said I should have woke her to change rooms.
This is the first time anything like this has happened to me. This took place in early Feb 2007 and now the encounter at Alcatraz, this weekend 11/21/07, I hope this does not become a regular thing for me. Oh and by the way, we were supposed to go to the winchester house on Friday 11/23/07 but I passed. Maybe I should have gone.

My Haunted Bedroom
This all began when I was about the age of 6. I am now 14 and this still occurs. My bedroom is haunted or at least I would hope it is with the things that happen in it. When I'm in my bed at night and just about to doze off, my bed shakes violently, scaring me half to death. I wake up and it's still shaking, of course like all people I ran out of my room, but just as I'm about to leave my room the door shuts making me not able to leave. Of course like any normal person would do I screamed on the top of my lungs. My mom comes in and there I am crying, with my quilt wrapped around me sitting in the back of the door.
Now on to what occurred just recently. I was laying on my bed reading a tiger beat magazine and out of nowhere I hear muffled whispering, but nothing that I could make out. It was hard to understand. Then I heard a deep male voice (very scary) say my name. That's when I froze. I knew it wasn't my dad or any of my brothers because I had stayed home from school that day, and I was the only one home with my 70 year old grandma. Of course it couldn't have been her. I sat up in my bed, and all I saw was this black hooded figure in my closet (it was a walk-in closet). I was shocked. I didn't scream, I didn't move. It was almost as if I was mesmerized by this figure. I felt warm tears fall down my cheeks, although I didn't do anything. I was in a trance. Then it disappeared in thin air. That's when I ran downstairs and I told my grandma everything. And of course like all grandmas she tells me it must have been my imagination. And believe me, it wasn't.
Later that night (which was recently; friday night the 23rd of November.) I refused to sleep in my own room, but yet my parents made me. I was so upset and scared to be in my room alone. I put the blankets up to my neck, closed my eyes and prayed and prayed and prayed until I dozed off. I was awoken by this gust of wind. I was freezing. My lips were blue as anything, I couldn't feel my fingers and every single window in my bedroom was open. They were wide open, to the point were you can't open them anymore. Mind you it's the middle of winter and that night it was probably the coldest night of winter so far. I got up closed the windows and went back in my bed. I faced the windows to see if whatever was making them open, would dare to open them in my view. And to my luck. The windows opened slowly one by one. I was in shock once again because I didn't see anything, but the crucifix between both windows was turned upside down. I started to cry, because I now thought I was dealing with something demonic.
Now it's pretty quiet but every now and then, I hear footsteps coming by my bedroom door and then they stop by my door leaving two feet shadows on the bottom which are clearly visible to see. Then the feet disappear. I check to see if anyone is in the hallway or in any of the rooms upstairs by me, but nobody is there.
I am scared and clueless as to if this thing is just a joker or if its demonic? I need to know what to do and how to do it. This is my first story and my first encounter and I am glad to share it with you people. I need some help. Thanks

The First Encounter
The year, if I'm not mistaken, was 1984. I know because I was getting ready to start kindergarten. I lived in a town called Carolina in Puerto Rico about 30 minutes away from San Juan, the Capital. The house we lived in was shared between my Aunt Mercedes and my Mom. It was left to us by my paternal grandmother Ana. She passed away soon after I was born. I have no early recollection of what her face looked like since the only two pictures of us together are missing her face.
As with any small "barrio", Ceramica had its share of ghost stories and folktale. Unfortunately for me, one was my grandma. She was said to be a strong, tall woman of very dark skin. The neighbor gossiped about how men would fall head over heels for her. I hated all the rumors. Specially since most people claimed I looked like her a lot.
My full name is Zaranie... The last part of it dedicated to her. I never really paid much attention to all the stuff being said until one night, this drunk woman who was the odd ball in town, came to my house and claimed she had my grandmothers nails and hair in a container in her medicine cabinet. She said since my grandma was a witch, she waited 'till they buried her and cut them herself to do black magic or "brujeria".
It made me so mad, I ran out of the house, I went to my backyard. It was a nice night out with a full moon. Often I would sit by the fruit trees and imagine myself in NY. I had just returned and I loved the train. There I was just looking up at the moon when I hear a hoot on a guanabana tree. I stepped closer to see what it was and I nearly screamed when I looked into a pair of yellow eyes. An owl? In Puerto Rico? Weird. But it just stared at me for long minutes. An odd feeling came over me.
I could not move. My jaw was locked in place. My heart was drumming in my ears. I could hear my mother calling me but I could not move. I must've blinked because when I focused again there was the figure of a woman sitting on the branch of that tree. She was quiet... Just staring at me. So I screamed and I kept screaming 'till my mother came running.
My backyard neighbor was shouting at my mother that she had been in the yard when I came out and she saw me look up and that she too looked up and saw something dark sitting on the tree. Together they took me inside, although my legs refuse to work and they prayed over me and practically choked me on holy water.
After that incident, I was forbidden to go outside alone. It didn't stop my problems from coming indoors. I constantly would jump because I would see things walking past doorways. Or looking through the windows. It became almost impossible for me to sleep unless I was with a grown up. One such time, my mother and my aunt told me they had finally got me to sleep when they saw me walk out of the room and start to crawl halfway down the back hallway. When they followed me, they both saw a woman dressed in white crawling ahead of me. This I don't remember. But I'm glad they were there to get me.
A series of events occurred after that, and I feel the need to warn people who are sensitive to this situations. Things started moving around the house. Items would disappear for days, then show up on counter tops. My mom kept getting pinched... Right now as I'm writing, I have a feeling of heaviness around my throat... Difficulty swallowing... We moved from the house because one night, as I lay awake between my mother and sister, I had the urge to go to the bathroom. I kept trying to hold it because I felt terrified of waking mom or my sister Zilkia.
I counted sheep. I sang baby songs. Almost in tears I gave up and closed my eyes waiting for the inevitable embarrassment of wetting my bed. Then I got this feeling again. It's hard to describe... My limbs become very heavy and I get really cold. My skin pinpricked. I could not move. I looked up at the ceiling like a doll. There was a mist that grew heavier until I could make out a face and hands.
It floated on top of us hovering back and forth and I felt breathing near my face. Hands caressed my face and arms. It felt like if a doctor was prodding me for injuries. Then I noticed the eyes; big and dark and I panicked. I have no idea how but kicking and gagging, I woke my mom and sister and they saw me laying there and started screaming.
Whatever it was went under the bed and shook the rooms to the core. Lamps fell and wind... Wind for the love of God! Came rushing from everywhere. But I could not move. I just closed my eyes and prayed as hard as I could for as long as it took and when it was over I peed on the bed and blacked out.
We moved a lot after that. The incident marked all of us. It definitely scarred me because it seemed to open up sensors in me that took years to understand and control. My clairvoyance got very strong. I get premonitions very often. And even though I still can't understand this part... I can see spirits sometimes.
I welcome all honest readers to give me a first, second and even third opinion to what is wrong with me and to refer me to a good psychiatrist if you believe I suffer and illness.
Thank you for taking the time to read the beginning of my life.

Dark Blob on my Ceiling
I have this issue with sleeping by myself, basically... I hate it. So sometimes as stupid as it sounds... I kind of lift my sister up from her bed and half carry, half drag her in my bed. She's used to it and is content with it when I tell her she came in my room at night. I scold her and tell her to stay in her own bed! So this particular night she was awake and came into my room.
Imagine my surprise. I gladly let her in. We got into this deep discussion about ghost and demons and things. As we were talking I notice this black shape on the ceiling. I actually really did not think anything about it though, until I shifted my eyes up. It started to bother me but I immediately thought that it was the shadow of my fan or tv. So I poked my sister and we both agreed we would find out what the blob thing was. We started moving this quietly as my mom was sleeping next door. I moved the fan, the blob stayed. I moved the Tv. The blob stayed. Basically... we moved everything except for my damn bed. Me and my sister looked at each other and ran in the bed. It was hilarious at the time. But now that I think about it it creeps me out.
So after seeing the blob shift towards the other corner, I actually got really scared. I prayed like a damn nun. And so did my sister. Then I couldn't believe it. A white blob showed up and the dark blob disappeared. The white thing stayed there all night. I believe in god and I'm christian, but wow. To see it really happening. And how good it feels to be protected. It's wonderful
You know I got on this site and started reading these things and I always get scared. I actually can't sleep now. I keep thinking something I did bad in my life is going to come for me in a demon form. I'm terrified. I really think I have a problem.
Somebody maybe you could help me. Hope you liked my little story.
XOXO
Jasmine

The Watch
My Mom died way too early. She was only 51. It was a very traumatic time for us. It started out with one of the most terrible sounds I know. The phone ringing in the middle of the night. One of my brothers calling to tell me that Mom had a major heart attack and to get home as quick as I can.
My Mom survived for 4 days after her heart attack. She was terribly sick and in pain. Trying to distract her I told her that I lost my watch. The watch was not valuable but it was my only watch and it was driving me crazy not to have it. My Mom latched on to the fact that I lost my watch and it consumed her thoughts. She kept giving me suggestions of where it might be. She finally fell asleep only to wake up about 10 minutes later to say that our Labrador had it. Our Lab was about 9 months old and very mischievous. My Mom started laughing and asked if he swallowed it would I be followed through life by a ticking Labrador like Capt Hook and his crocodile in Peter Pan? It was the last time I heard my Mom laugh.
Mom grew steadily sicker and sicker. The doctors said it was only a matter of time. At one point she died but they were able to revive her. Afterward my Mom said that she knew she had died and she was taken to this special place and in the place she saw some golden snakes or lights flying around. A man came to her and told her that she had to make a decision. She could either keep fighting or she could let go and come with him. My mom said she really wanted to let go and leave with the man but she was worried about who would take care of my Dad and their little dog. I told her that I would support whatever decision she wanted to make. If she wanted to fight I would help her. If she wanted to let go I would take care of my Dad and the dog. That night my Mom rallied. She was even moved to a room outside of Intensive Care and she asked to see her only grandchild who had not been allowed in to see her in Intensive Care. Five minutes after her grandchild left the room, Mom died. We all believed she had rallied just long enough to see her grandchild again and then she let go.
A month went by and I was still missing my Mom terribly (as I still do 10 years later) but life was moving on. I was about to leave on a business trip but I still had not found my watch. I decided to make one more effort and if I didn't find it I would have to buy a new one. After looking everywhere I could think of I turned and looked at the dog. I said to him "Grandma said that you have the watch. Can I have it back?" He just stood there looking at me with his tongue hanging out, looking goofy. Then he suddenly cocked his head as if he had heard someone call his name and he ran from the room. Thirty seconds later he was back with something in his mouth. He had my watch. I was dumbfounded. All I could think to do is say "Thanks Mom!"

The Black Lady in the Window
It was past midnight when a necessity woke me up from bed. I was feeling really tired because of the whole day band practice. I searched for the switch of the lights in the living room. I had to cross the living area before I could heed to the comfort room. When I got there, I was awaken by the sudden change of breeze inside. Somehow it gave me a shudder but I really have to deal with the nature's call. I turned on the lights and did what I have to do.
When I had finished, I could feel as if someone was staring me. In my rear view, I could see that a figure of a lady was standing outside the small glass window of the comfort room. But then, I took a second thought. Telling myself that it was just a figment of my imagination. I gathered my wits and reach for the door. I don't know what was I'm thinking but I did turned around and laid eyes in the window. The next thing I felt was the same fright I felt in my encounter with a black ghost in one of my vacations. My head spinned when I laid sight into her white eyes. I know I was trying to shout but I could not hear my own voice. I wanted to scream. But there was no sound. Then, everything went out. The last thing I remembered, the black lady was grinning but there was hate in her eyes.
I woke up in bed with my sister beside me. She asked me what happened but I didn't told a word. The thing was, I don't want to deal with it.

Witches Hill
I lived in small town, in a big house called "Rozas". I was a small girl and all the time when I lived in that house (1991- 1998) I saw strange things. At the beginning (I remember all this from age 3) I thought that these things were my imagination or my secret friends, which I have made in my head, because I didn't have friends. But I wasn't the only one who saw THEM. My father, mother, sister, brother and grandparents saw THEM too. How did THEY looked like? And what really did we see?
At first there were sounds like cracking, like somebody is knocking on my door, strange voices next to my window. The kitchen doors was opening very often, but there was no one who can open them and that door wasn't broken. Then we saw shadows like a human beings, THEY were moving in rooms. At night there was a standing man or something next to my bed and HE looked at me, he looked all night. I hated that so much.
When my grandmother died, it was just awful... I cried all night, because she was talking in her room, but she was dead, how could she talk? All night there were sounds in all the house, every door was knocked at least 1000000 times. I thought, that I'll be dead next morning, I thought, that she will hurt me, but I was ok.
When I was older (some 6 years maybe) my dad told me that we have to move to other town. There was many reasons why we had to do that, but there was one very interesting reason. Under our house was something... Maybe a cemetery? I don't know what, but in one book I read, our house is on some kind of witches hill. I was without words. I don't know why, but in my house, where I live right now, I see ghosts and other things. On 21/11/2007, I was in my friends house and in middle of the night I saw a black thing standing in room. I just couldn't move. I was shaking under my blanket... Terrible...

A Sign From Beyond
My mother past away from a two year battle with cancer in October of 2005; overall it was a terrible experience. She went from weighing 150 pound most of her adult life; to weighing 80 some pounds and suffering from not being able to eat. I have two older sisters. I am the youngest boy and the only boy. Immediately after my mothers passing, both of my sisters had small experiences that hinted to them that my mother was happy and no longer in any pain (we seem to pass "the Gift" thought-out our family). However, I had nothing, no sign, no clues/feeling, no dreams, nothing.
Two years to the day after my mothers passing, I walked up into my bedroom. On my dresser mirror in the room, I keep a Mass card from my mother's wake stuck a quarter of the way in between the mirror glass and the wood from the mirror. I went upstairs, walked into my bedroom and the first thing I noticed was this mass card (a picture of Jesus praying and staring into the heavens) flipped upright in a laundry basket on the floor about two and a half feet away from the mirror. I put the Mass card back on the mirror and dropped it about fifteen different times and never once did it get within a foot of falling into the basket. As I mentioned I am in tune with my sixth sense, but I have always tried to ignore visitors or certain feelings. I stopped dropping the card and finally said, "Mom if that's you, I love you and I really hope you are proud of me". That is something she would always say to me.
I went downstairs and told my wife what I just experienced (she was already well aware of my families "gift"). I wanted to let my stepfather know what just took place. He hasn't been himself lately with the anniversary of my mother's passing and with the holiday coming, his spirits were down. I told him the entire story in detail, and I ending it by saying "I hope this kind of thing does not freak you out or make you feel worse, I felt I needed to tell you... It was probably just the wind or something anyhow". He told me "no I actually look forward to these kinds of stories from you and your sisters". We said our goodbyes and hung up the phone.
Their is a part of the story that I did not mention. My wife and I had a brand new baby girl this year July 2007. We named her after my mother. I have two other children. Both of my children, my wife and I, are Italian and we all have olive colored skin and dark brown eyes. My mother was Scotch/Irish and had fair skin and blue eyes. Our new baby has fair skin and blue eyes as well. In addition, it is really strange when I look in my baby's blue eyes they remind me of my mother's (not the color but the soul- an old soul - if that makes any sense). Sorry, I got a little off track, but it's important to the rest of the story.
It was about 1:00 that same night. My wife fell asleep on the couch downstairs (clearly exhausted from dealing with a newborn baby). I could sleep, so I sat downstairs and stared at some show on the television. I heard the baby crying through our monitor. I walked into my bedroom and that same mass card of Jesus was sitting in the basket flipped upright in the exact same place! Before that day, I never read that back of that Mass card; I read a line in the card in capital letters and it said " AND TO YOU I GIVE THE GREATEST GIFT OF ALL..."

Our Thanksgiving Guest
On Thanksgiving this year, we decided to celebrate at home. We lost my Father-in-Law earlier this month to lung cancer, so we were not yet ready for the free for all that most of our family gatherings seem to become. We decided that we would hold Dad's Celebration of Life on this day, and did not want all the extra noise and hassle that a multitude of people can create.
We invited only my husband's aunt and her son, whom I will here out call Don. My husbands aunt had to work, so we were down to one guest, but that was fine. It was time for us to start our own traditions, but were not yet comfortable with the idea, and he was our buffer. Don brought along his new digital camera and three brand new memory chips. We were going to christen this camera properly.
All day long our four year old son ran around with his imaginary friends. He entertained, set three extra places at his table, ate with them and played in his room with them while impatiently awaiting the time for the Celebration of Life ceremony.
We chose Thanksgiving Day as we DO have so much to be thankful for. Thankful that he is no longer struggling for breath. Thankful that a walk to the mailbox no longer will cause us alarm. Thankful that he now has the opportunity to rekindle old friendships and possible a few friendly wars too. Thankful, also, that the Great Spirit rode up on His magnificent white steed and led him into the Land of Many Summers.
Periodically throughout the day Don would snap off photos of our children. His son had spent the holiday with his ex-wife, so he was feeling lost without him and filled the down time with our children. The traditional after turkey nap was replaced with photo shoots all over the house and yard. The kids loved it. Well, at one point the fifteen year old would have enjoyed a nap, but Don was not going to let that happen.
When it was time for the Celebration of Life we all headed outside. As Dad loved a good campfire we built a huge bonfire in our fire pit. I won't go into the details of the ceremony as it turned rather lengthy and soon the sun was setting. As we were privately saying our personal farewells to this man who graced our presence for too short a time, I looked over to where my son was playing by the fire pit. All I could do was watch him.
We all heard him say "Please don't go yet..." I caught my breath. I had been waiting for a visit from my Father-in-Law since his passing and I was waiting to hear my son say papa. He never did. Instead he reached up his arms and simply said "Hugs". That is his way of asking for a hug when his emotions overwhelm him and he is on the verge of tears.
I am not going to lie. I did not see a thing. I looked. Don, however saw the opportunity of a snapshot to rival JFK Jr's final salute to his Dad and took some photos. What we got was interesting. Near the top left hand corner, in a direct line from my son's up reached arms is a faint orb.
He seemed so happy. I do not know that this was his Papa's spirit who had come to join us on Thanksgiving. I do not know WHOSE spirit it may have been, or even if it was one. What I do know is the pure joy on the face of my son as he lowered his arms, turned his face forward and waved goodbye.
We had a few more interesting photos that day also. In one, a wisp of something can be seen immediately behind my daughters head. In another there is a type of fog (on an otherwise very clear night) over the love seat that used to be Dad's favorite outside chair.