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Two tales to tell

1.
Takes place when I was young.  We lived in Edgewood, in a rental house on a cul de sac.  My sister and I shared a room because our little brother had just been born and he was given my sister's old room since it was closest to our parent' room. 
 
Our beds were on each side of the room, the headboards against the wall on either side of a window.  We faced the closet. 
 
You know how kids are...and those closet doors on tracks?  Our dad finally just took those doors down because we were always busting the doors off of the tracks.  Since were still pretty young...we didn't have a lot of hang up clothes, so we put our dressers in the open closet...and the top shelf of the closet was used to hold our dolls that we didn't play with.
 
We don't have the history of the house...never did...but we did have the classic "we think we have a ghost" symptom of things disappearing and finding them in the most oddball place a few days later...
 
For one thing...it liked spoons.  It was always taking our spoons and a few days later, we'd find them piled in a closet, or behind the couch. 
 
Cold spots in the house. 
 
Anyway, to get back to the original experience...
 
My sister and I were sleeping when we both seemed to just wake up at the same time.  Since we faced the closet while we slept...we both saw the same thing. 
 
I know *I* saw one of the dolls move on its own.  At first it just moved...jerked a bit...and then it stood up.  hard to explain what it exactly did...it just...stood up...and then started to move.  Not walk...not like a person might...it just moved.  Both my sister and I started screaming.  Just before our dad came running in...the doll jumped...or was tossed...or something...and hit the floor.  Our dad tried to tell us it just fell off the floor, and my sister believed him for the longest time...but there was no way for that doll to have landed where it did without some sort of force behind it.  It was too far from the closet to have just fallen.
 
We moved a couple of months after that.  During that time, nothing as significant as the doll incident happened, though we continued to have smaller strange things happen.
 
2.
This one is my experience alone.  I like to take cemetery pictures, especially the older places with the stand up headstones/monuments.  This particular cemetery is in South Hill...the one on the huge hill.  The Historic section is at the very top of the hill and has Meeker buried there.  Anyway...I had just finished the older section and was moving to the more modern headstones, but still standup...
 
I was using a 35mm manual with flash, but the flash was off as the day was bright and sunny.  I had found one that looked interesting, so I focused in on it.
 
I would like to note that at this time...I was alone...and since the area where I was is at the top of a sloping hill, I could see I was the only one there in the general vicinity.  the only other people I could see where a couple of acres away, towards the bottom of the hill, closer to the main street.  In no way could they have been the ones to cause my experience.
 
Just as I finished focusing in on the headstone and about to snap the shutter...I felt this buzzing in my head...an incredible tingling/buzzing inside of my head...towards the top.  Then...I felt/heard in the same area of the buzzing, "NO!"
 
All of this was taking place just before I was about to snap the shutter for the picture.
 
Needless to say...it took me aback and I lowered the camera, glancing around.  There was no one around me close enough for me to get that loud or that intense of "voice".
 
I was still feeling this buzzing in my head...and got a chilled feeling despite the heat.  I respectfully apologized to whomever it was that did not wish for their or their headstone picture to be taken and I left the cemetery.
 
While I have never gone back to that cemetery, I still on occasion get the same buzzing feeling every so often.  No voice though...never any communication, just that buzzing.
 
As a side note...none of the pictures in the general area of the cemetery where I had my experience turned out...and the rest of the roll of film was bad.  Despite the brightness of the day, the pictures turned out dark and extremely grainy.
 
 
Sandie Morehead-Smith
Tacoma, WA

NEED HELP

HI, MY NAME IS  WILSON AND I,M RENTING A HOUSE OUT IN BELLINGHAM. OUR HOUSE IS HUANTED BY THREE TEENAGE GHOSTS. (2 BOYS, 1 GIRL) WE HAVE HAD MULTIPLE EXPERIENCES WITH THEM. ONE TIME THEY SCARED ME SO BAD I HAD TO LEAVE. LAST NIGHT THEY WERE BEING QUITE ACTIVE. THIS IS GETTING TO ALL OF US AND WE ARE MOVING OUT ON THE 25tH OF THIS MONTH. I TALKED TO A WOMEN THIS MORNING THAT WORKS AT THE MARKET. SHE SAID THERE USED TO BE A BIG FARM HERE. SHE ALSO SAID SHE REMEMBERS SOMETHING ABOUT SOME TEENAGERS DYING AROUND HERE.

This was an e-mail we responded to and you can see our findings here on the photo and video pages.

Wilson House

 
2 short stories

#1 takes place in Charleston S.C in 1984, I was on a night time bowling league and had to take a lonely dark road home this road is a connecting road from Ashley Phosphate road to Dorchester road when ever I went down it at night and I came to a sharp curve in the road my headlights and radio would shut off for about five seconds,this was very scarry as it was pitch black out and I was on a curve. The first couple of times it happened I didnt think anything of it,but when it kept happening I started to ask questions, some of the people on my league told me that a few years back a horrible accident happened on that curve and all four people in the car died. Most of the locals were very familiar with this phenomenon, and I being new to the area didnt know any thing about it. Gradually I came to accept it but every time my lights went out it scared me as much as the first time it happened. Ok story #2 In 1997 my ex was working as a security guard at the old Pac Med center a big tall building just above China Town over looking Seattle and Elliot Bay.Anyway it was the stafs policy not to say a thing about the building or the grounds to rookie guards. So Tony my ex went about his buisness securing doors and walking the grounds with his flash light,there is a small outer building that he had to check on his rounds,this building was only used for storage so no one should have been in there but every time Tony went by this building which was about three times a night there would be a light on. So Tony would unlock the door and turn the light off and then he would secure the building, but sure enough on his next round the light would be on again and the door was still secured.

 
20 Years ago

20 years ago , my family stayed breifly , I mean breifly , at a duplex in Seattle , Wa. and talk about strainge noises , weird sites , and kids laughing and crying and playing, running, at all hours , but mostly at night . the neighbor moved -out , we thought it was her kids , but no-one was ever home at her place, but you could hear them . Finally , trying to fall asleep to go to work , I yelled -out ''Shut - up , you kids , and a childs voice said , '' he hears us '' . After we moved - out , my girlfreind decides she wanted something that was left there , I still had a key so I thought why not , Day - time anyhow , we went in and our eyes couldn't beleive what we saw .. Fridge pulled -out from the wall , scratch marks on the ceiling and walls , and cold , deathly cold , I'll never forget the cold , needless to say , she sent me in to get her stuff , even then it felt like some-one was watching me . we never went back again , I lye to you not , Eddie .

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