They're here! Personal paranormal tales. (activity, ghost, lights)

[sheena12]

Originally Posted by Thursday007

I grew up in a very historical area. The battle of General's Anthony Wayne and Commodore Perry took place here and the Indian Wars and later the houses in the underground railroad. In fact, I currently live directly across the street from a park with the historical Indian mounds. They were used for war at one time, now kids use them to sled on.

When I was in the 4th grade we moved from a house where we were the first owners to an old mansion on the river in the old war zone area. Next to this neighborhood was an Orphanage. I remember crying the night before we moved and told my mother I didn't want to move there. There was just something about that house - the kinds of things only animals and small children can sense. I lived there until I was 18 and always felt uncomfortable in that house the entire time we lived there. Later one aunt on each side of my family who'd been in the house at one time or another said, "Thank God you said something because I thought it was just me, I could feel it too." My one aunt got the sensation so bad she only visited us there once. When you stop to think about this area, that small park couldn't have been the only place they fought and died - the entire area was probably littered with the war weary and dead bodies - and that's where this house sits. There was just something in that house and I couldn't tell you what.

Next to the neighborhood was an Old Orphanage which was still in operation. The school building I recall had a corner marker stone with the date of 1813. Here is a photo of the back of it looking from the river upwards.



After I moved away they shut the facility down completely and then later I bought a house on the other side of it from where I grew up. I can walk there. Driving past it when it was shut down was really eerie and creepy and you'd get these goosebumps.

The old orphanage had 18 buildings, 16 of which were connected by catacombs. Legend has it that children were abused and beaten and sent down to the boiler room for punishment. The orphanage was closed down for some time when some explorers found a door leading to a basement of one of the buildings that was left ajar and entered. they found the tunnel that led to the boiler room with another tunnel leading out of it. Other very small rooms were attached to the tunnels, possibly for solitary confinement. It was creepy and cold spots and cool breezes were felt every once in a while. Up in one of the rooms must have been a girl's dorm, dolls and lunch boxes, books, etc. scattered over the floor as if people fled in a hurry, they all had very weird sensations that they were being watched. The attic of the main building is said to be the most haunted. Also reports of seeing children watching you from the windows. The whole place was vacant and abandoned at that time.

In October of 2004, they tore all the buildings down to make way for a high end villa home complex. This was expensive and prime property. Upon excavations for the new development news reports came that they found a dead body on the grounds. It had been there for some time. This was not good for the city or the property. That was just the tip of the iceburg. As they continued excavations they uncovered over 100 bodies, randomly scattered and not in any order like a cemetary does, no caskets just burried in blankets. In the expanse from the street to the main building. Who they are, why they were burried there and how long they'd been burried there remains a mystery.

I knew there was something wrong with that house and you can't tell me that the dead bodies were only confined to that fenced in area. I believe they are everywhere, although I've never felt anything strange in the house I live in now. Just those houses on the other side of it.

This is incredibly creepy. I am glad that both of your Aunts were able to verify the feelings that you experienced.

I would not live on or near that ground, no matter how "high end" the villa homes were.

If you don't mind sharing, where is this place?

Would rep you but can't

[Desert kid]

Originally Posted by pamelaBeurman

Are you surprised?

I actually was a little bit.

It was around 8:00 PM last night. And something just told me, "go talk to his parents, you have put it off for almost 3 months". I took a drive out on a backroad and stopped, paced around a bit, looked into the sky and just asked "should I just go and talk to them?".

10 minutes later I'm standing at their doorstep, extremely apprehensive about knocking. Then I saw his father through the window. 5 minutes after that we're talking about God and crying to each other, we went into the room where he died. Discussing what is happening with my grandmother and how having 2 terminal people around me was just too hard to take and caused me to have a nervous breakdown out in the desert. And how I felt so guilty about the whole thing. He told me everything is okay, and I shouldn't beat myself up over it. He said that his son is hanging around all of us, and he wouldn't hold anything against me.

In all honesty, the dream and the cemetary experience, I thought I was the unique one on that. I still held a little bit of guilt regarding his family, that somehow I had done wrong to them, I was consoled and told that there was nothing I could physically do to prevent the inevetable, and I wasn't wrong to look after my family first, my friend's mission on Earth was done. He said that others had that warm feeling too, and he was happy that I was visited.

[pamelaBeurman]

Originally Posted by Desert kid

I actually was a little bit.

It was around 8:00 PM last night. And something just told me, "go talk to his parents, you have put it off for almost 3 months". I took a drive out on a backroad and stopped, paced around a bit, looked into the sky and just asked "should I just go and talk to them?".

10 minutes later I'm standing at their doorstep, extremely apprehensive about knocking. Then I saw his father through the window. 5 minutes after that we're talking about God and crying to each other, we went into the room where he died. Discussing what is happening with my grandmother and how having 2 terminal people around me was just too hard to take and caused me to have a nervous breakdown out in the desert. And how I felt so guilty about the whole thing. He told me everything is okay, and I shouldn't beat myself up over it. He said that his son is hanging around all of us, and he wouldn't hold anything against me.

In all honesty, the dream and the cemetary experience, I thought I was the unique one on that. I still held a little bit of guilt regarding his family, that somehow I had done wrong to them, I was consoled and told that there was nothing I could physically do to prevent the inevetable, and I wasn't wrong to look after my family first, my friend's mission on Earth was done. He said that others had that warm feeling too, and he was happy that I was visited.

I think your friend was guiding you to his parents.

From what you posted it seems like you guys needed each other.

So often, when people we love die, we go to the wake and funeral and that's it. We don't visit the family because we feel useless, we don't really know what to say or how to act so we avoid doing anything.

The family, in their grief, does the same.

Your friend's parents needed you and you needed them. I'll bet ya'll felt better after that visit, didn't you?

[Desert kid]

Originally Posted by pamelaBeurman

I think your friend was guiding you to his parents.

From what you posted it seems like you guys needed each other.

So often, when people we love die, we go to the wake and funeral and that's it. We don't visit the family because we feel useless, we don't really know what to say or how to act so we avoid doing anything.

The family, in their grief, does the same.

Your friend's parents needed you and you needed them. I'll bet ya'll felt better after that visit, didn't you?

I did, very much.

[James202]

My mom died when I was young, 11 or so. I had been living with family since she was living in a different state. I'm from Chicago and was always a huge Bulls fan when I was a kid (this was during the Jordan era), but tickets were always crazy expensive and I was from a lower/middle class family so never had a chance to go to a game.
Before my mom left to fly back to her state after visiting she told my grandmother that she wanted to get me Bulls tickets for my friends and I. My grandparents told her that she shouldnt since they were so expensive, yad yada yada. This was the last time I got to see her and she passed not to long afterwards and we flew to FL for her funeral.
When we got back we scheduled a wake for her in our local church since most family and friends could not make it to her funeral. A bit before her wake my grandparents received a call while I was at school, somehow I won 4 Bulls tickets that happened to be the same day as her wake. I remember I spent hours trying to remember singing up for anything to get tickets and couldnt remember anything. I was also only 10 or 11, so its not like I could get out by myself, and the internet wasnt around.

[pamelaBeurman]

Originally Posted by James202

My mom died when I was young, 11 or so. I had been living with family since she was living in a different state. I'm from Chicago and was always a huge Bulls fan when I was a kid (this was during the Jordan era), but tickets were always crazy expensive and I was from a lower/middle class family so never had a chance to go to a game.
Before my mom left to fly back to her state after visiting she told my grandmother that she wanted to get me Bulls tickets for my friends and I. My grandparents told her that she shouldnt since they were so expensive, yad yada yada. This was the last time I got to see her and she passed not to long afterwards and we flew to FL for her funeral.
When we got back we scheduled a wake for her in our local church since most family and friends could not make it to her funeral. A bit before her wake my grandparents received a call while I was at school, somehow I won 4 Bulls tickets that happened to be the same day as her wake. I remember I spent hours trying to remember singing up for anything to get tickets and couldnt remember anything. I was also only 10 or 11, so its not like I could get out by myself, and the internet wasnt around.

Looks like your mom found a way!

If I may ask, did you live in the city or in the burbs?

[James202]

Originally Posted by pamelaBeurman

Looks like your mom found a way!

If I may ask, did you live in the city or in the burbs?

I grew up in the burbs/

[GorillaKnights]

My parents bought a house in Chicago about 17 years ago. It was an apartment building, and we lived on the top floors. My cousin lived on the first floor. I remember on numerous occasions smelling an old person smell. A very distinct odor that would come out of nowhere and just as quickly disappear. My sister claimed to have seen an older mans face looking at her through the doors window in her bedroom. Also, my mom user to babysit several younger kids at home. They would always tell about seeing an older man walking up and down the stairs in our livingroom. We only lived there about 5 years before we moved out.

[poconoproud]

My mom had a lot of health issues, and was told when she was first married that she could not have children. Some time later she went to have her fortune told. She was told that she would have 2 children, a boy and then a girl, and that she would die when she was 63. She did in fact have a boy then a girl and she did in fact die at 63.

spooky, hugh?

[pamelaBeurman]

My former FIL died in the late 80's. When my ex and I moved to the Chicago we bought the house that he had shared with my ex's mother.

It wasn't uncommon to catch a glimpse of my late FIL sitting in his favorite chair as I walked down the basement stairs. It was comforting in a way to know he was watching over us.

Late one night, the phone rang. A voice asked for my MIL, he sounded frantic and confused. He kept asking as the voice faded away and the connection was lost.

The next morning I called my MIL and told her about the call and when it came in.

While I was answering that call, she had been driving past the cemetery where my FIL was buried. As she drove past the area where his grave was a sudden fog rolled in and enveloped her car until she was clear of the cemetery.

After that night, I never felt his presence again. We figured he just wanted to say goodbye.