The Restaurant Experience
And finally, in the very far back end of the "back half" of the basement was a closet. Later, this would become our extra wine storage. The owner of the restaurant felt this would be a good spot to store extra wine, as the basement is cool and you have to walk through the back part of the basement to get to it, which most people, minus myself, didn't want to do. He did put a new door, which locked, on this closet. (I'll draw some rough floor plans and submit them to the story as well, so you have a better idea).
From the beginning, people were already talking about the building being haunted: The front of the house manager, and the restaurant owner. Both had experienced something.
The owner of the restaurant would not elaborate on what he saw while it was under construction. But he has admitted to something being there.
I had two experiences:
First experience - I was downstairs. I honestly don't remember what I was doing down there, I was getting something as we stored our napkins, to-go stuff, extra ketchup and whatnot downstairs. I was the only one in the basement. It was a slow day, and we had minimal staff. Suddenly, I heard a loud crash coming from the back half of the basement. The back half had one light at this time, and it was not on. Most workers were creeped out by the basement. They would not be in there in the dark, and I would have seen them walk by me anyway. The crash sounded like someone dropping a bucket full of bricks onto the cement floor. It was loud and solid. Most people said they would have run at that point, but as some of you know, I'm not a runner. I called out to the back room "is anyone back there?" Of course, no one answered. So I turned on the one light that we had back there. (At the time, it really didn't illuminate much. Later we got more lights put in.) I walked around the basement. There were no places to hide that I couldn't easily look in. Like the shack, around the corners and that back closet. Only down that hallway leading to the owner's wine cellar, which had no light. I searched everywhere, and even shone what little light I could from my cell phone into the dark hallway. I saw no person, nor anything that had fallen over that could have made that sound.
No wine had broken by the way. He did check, as it was afternoon.
My second experience: I was opening one morning. We kept our beer cooler in the basement. We stored our lemons, limes, and oranges down there too, since the bartender used them a lot, and we didn't have a large cooler upstairs. So I went down to get some lemons to slice for the water drinkers of the day. As I was nearing the top of the stairway, I heard the distinct sound of footsteps running up the stairs behind me. I stopped and turned and stared at the empty stairwell. As soon as I looked, the running stopped. I said something stupid like "really?" and just stared for a minute, waiting to hear or see anything. Nothing came, so I went back to work. It was early morning and there were only few cooks and myself in the building. They were all in the kitchen, which was not positioned anywhere near that stairway, so it wasn't any of them. I like debunking things, and I couldn't find any explanation for those footsteps.
My Visit To Alcatraz
I'm on vacation this week, and my husband and I took a short trip to San Francisco for the sole purpose of touring Alcatraz Island. Just getting there was an adventure in itself, but I won't bore you with the particulars of that leg of the journey.
I never realized the close proximity between the island and the city of San Francisco until we were on the ferry. I can understand how torturous it must have been for those in the D block cells (solitary confinement) to be able to see, and at times hear, the activity of a very much alive and bustling city; so close, and yet: so far. Sounds cliché, but one need only make the trip to comprehend the truth of those words.
Scary Experience With A Friend
I'm new to this site and I just wanted to share this people who believe in this stuff.
Some of you might think this is fake because I'm 13, but this is a true experience that happened to me and my friend. I have always been interested in the paranormal and will post more stories if I have any more experiences. So hope you enjoyed it and tell me what you thought, thanks.
When I was quite young, about 6 or 7, my parents had finally moved out of the small flat they had been living in since I was born. The house we moved into was semi-detached, but we had good neighbors. My younger brother, who is two years younger than me, was very annoying and clingy. Besides that, everything in the house was fine for a while.
But then strange creaking noises started to come from the stairs, as if someone was walking up them constantly. The boiler in my brother’s bedroom bubbled and hissed when you entered his room, but never at any other time.
I was sleeping soundly in my bed when a small tap at my bedroom door woke me up. I heard small sobs, which immediately got me out of bed, for I knew it was my brother whimpering at my door. He must have heard me moving out of bed, because he opened my door and sobbingly whispered that he wanted me to take him to the toilet.
"But the man at the bottom of the stairs won’t let me go,” he whimpered.
I froze. What man? I didn't know what to do. I didn't wake my parents in case it was another joke to make me scared – though it worked quite well. I told him to show me the man, so we walked out onto the landing at the top of the stairs and peered though the banister. Nothing. Finally, my brother went to the toilet, even though I had to stay by his side. We went back upstairs and I told him he must have had a nightmare or was seeing things. He grudgingly went back to bed.
More and more, I had nightmares about being chased, or about things lurking under my bed. But always in my dreams there was a man standing there who would try to help me.
After a bad dream, I often sough my parents’ bed for comfort. Fed up with this, they asked the neighbors if anything like this had happened to their kids. The neighbor said no, but did tell my mother something that changed what my parents thought of the house. We found out from this neighbor that the previous tenants of our house were an old man and his two sisters. It turned out that the man had died in his chair – which had been set in what was now our living room. But what shocked Mum the most was that his bedroom was now my bedroom.
Three years ago, the house flooded and we had to move. We were sad to leave, and my wonderings if he would move with us were not realized; sadly, he didn't, and now and again when I pass my old house I peer up at my old bedroom just to see if I might catch a glimpse of him.
Thank you, old man. You helped me understand that ghosts shouldn't be feared but respected.
House On The Corner
The house had seven bedrooms, a huge porch that went all the way around the house, front to back. It stood on the corner of Second St and School Place. I know this about the house because I have been there in my dreams or maybe I should say my nightmares.
The first time I saw the house I was walking with my dog. We came to the street where the house stood in all its glory. I thought to myself, "Wow that's the house in my dreams." I wanted desperately to go in and look around. It's as if the house was somehow calling me to come to it.
The windows were so big and inviting, like the eyes to the soul, if a house has a soul, maybe it dose. Is that even possible?
That night I dreamed of the big house on the corner with the big windows and the wrap around porch. As I entered the house in my dream I felt like I belonged there. It's as if I knew every nook, every room, every secret. When I awoke I felt a bit confused I could not really focus on anything other than the house on the corner.
"My name is Ruby and I wanted to talk to your parents about your house."
"I have no parents, I live here with Rabbit, my guardian. She is in the back yard, would you like me to get her for you?"
"Yes thank you." The little girl turned and walked away.
I waited and waited, it seemed at least a half an hour went by, no one came so I walked around to the back. I saw nothing at all. No girl, no Rabbit, just weeds, a broken fence and a dead garden. Everything looked abandoned, dead. I then went back to the front door and knocked but nothing. No one came.
I left and decided to go to the library to do some research on the house on the corner. After a little while of researching the house I found out that the house on the corner has been vacant for over three years. The family that lived there all died in a terrible murder suicide from the oldest child, a boy that went off the deep end.
I must say I was so freaked out I started to shake and turned as white as a sheet. The man sitting down from me at the same table asked if I was okay. I looked at him and said, "No, I'm not!"
I COULD NOT BELIEVE MY EYES. I now avoid the house on the corner at all cost, because every time I went by, I felt the house calling out to me. Then I would see the little girl in the eyes of the house just staring at me through the window.
Ghost In My Room
I had a very terrifying experience one night. Before I had never experienced anything paranormal and was very skeptical to things that were supernatural. But this night definitely scared me into believing.
After that night I placed a crucifix above the bed in my room and tried to forget the whole thing. But about a year later during a particularly violent thunderstorm I awoke at 4 in the morning to find the crucifix above my bed turned upside down but still hanging on the wall above my bed.
I don't know nor do I care to know what I saw that night or what haunted my room. I told my parents and they half-heartedly believed me. After I moved out my parents tried to remodel my bedroom. During the remodeling my father was painting the walls when the door suddenly slammed shut. He walked over to the door and it wouldn't open. He tried for several minutes to open the door but it wouldn't budge. Suddenly the lights in the room turned off and he turned around to see a tall dark figure in the opposite corner of the room from him. He fumbled with the door knob and finally managed to open the door and ran out of the room.
He refused to work on the room anymore and they promptly sold the house to the first buyer at a very reduced price.
"True" Ghost Story
This is one of my friend’s cousins. While he and his friend were drive back from Oshkosh on Route 441, they saw a girl ahead, walking with her suitcase heading in the same direction.
They stop and ask the girl if she would like them to give her a ride. She agreed and rode with them. They ask the girl what her name is and why she was out walking in the road at night. She told them her name, and told them she was heading back home from college when there was an accident. That’s why she was walking at night.
They ask where she was going and if they could drop her off there. She told them that her family was going to pick her up near a gas station near the exit of the highway to Appleton. The two boys told her they are also from Appleton. They ask whose family she is, and she told them her parents name and family.
When they arrive at the gas station, they ask if they all could exchange phone numbers so they could contact each other sometimes to talk and hangout. They all exchanged phone numbers. Then they all departed. Later that night when the boys got home, they try calling her to see if she got home safely.
When her mother picks up the phone, they ask if this is the girl's house. The mother answers yes. They ask if they can talk with her daughter. The mother was confused, and asks the boy, “What are you talking about? She died a year ago!” …
The boy got confused and explained what happened on how they met. The mother told them that’s where she died in a car crash.
I haven't had many supernatural experiences, though I do believe in the unknown. This one could've been coincidence, then again maybe it wasn't.
I live in a three-story house in the suburbs.
The top floor was an attic that was used as a bedroom which also had a compartment for storage.
My sister, who slept in the attic passed away a few years back.
One night I went up to the attic to get bags( we were going on holidays the next morning). The storage room has a very low ceiling so you have to squat down to get inside. It's lit by one light bulb.
I assumed my brother had shut the door to freak me out, so I went to push it open, but it wouldn't move.
I remember there wasn't even any give in the door, rock solid. I started to get kinda nervous.
Then the bulb went out and I was left in darkness.
I was really scared because the whole time I didn't feel alone.
Eventually I forced open the door and got out. I asked my brother to go in and get the bags instead.
Nowadays I try avoid the attic.
I will start out by saying, as a child, I grew up in an old boarding house, which my grandmother owned. There were strange occurrences that were felt by all members of the family. For my own personal experiences there, I saw lights from the downstairs sitting room, heard voices and footsteps, and even witnessed a small, glass object as it was lifted physically (and by unseen hands) from the mantle (might I mention, that the mantle sat over a then-boarded-up fireplace).
Needless to say, I am a believer in ghosts, but I also have a good, skeptical brain. Many times, there are normal reasons for our seemingly paranormal events.
"I just saw a head outside of my window . . ."
I didn't know what to think for a moment. Meanwhile, she took her cordless phone around the house, wanting me to listen and calm her down as she looked for whoever might be outside. No one was there. When she told her mother about the incident, she offered, "Maybe it was an owl."
However, Kat (my friend) can recall to this day seeing a black figure looking in, with head and shoulders as a visible outline to its faceless form. From then on, she kept her blinds closed.
When I moved in, things stayed fairly usual. Nothing of huge import happened for many years, actually; but when Cat's mom moved out with her husband (to Florida), we were charged with the house. By this point, I had gotten into Paranormal Investigating, and had a small group going. When strange things started to happen around the house, I began taking EVP's.
Now, this is a reminder to anyone getting involved in Paranormal Investigations. Be very careful with who you team up with. My "friends" (who also moved in with us as roommates) were my teammates. After they were forced out of the house via police (they had stolen things from us, and would not get jobs) they took ALL of my audio equipment, and one of my cameras. The EVPs I took during our sessions in the house have been completely lost.
Some do still jump out in my memory.
Date: I believe it was roughly September of 2006. I was lying in our bedroom (previously her mother's bedroom) where we had heard a child's laughter before. Here is what I got.
Question: "Are you happy that Paige (Kat's mother) is gone?"
The response that I received was nothing more than a small, somewhat unnerving laugh, and an incomprehensible whisper.
I think this EVP took place around August of 2008. By this time, the so-called friends had moved into the house with us. They had been complaining about hearing Kat and I talking at night. Their room was beside the staircase. We told them that we had not been talking at 3am (as I had work at 9am) and whatever they was hearing was, obviously, not us.
So, before we were set to leave the house for the day, I staged a recorder on the kitchen table. However, the ONLY EVP that we caught this session was in fact while all of us were still on the property. One of the two friends was outside, already in the car with Kat. Myself and the other friend (Jordan) were in the house. I was getting something from the kitchen, when the front door opened and Gary came inside saying, "I forgot my coat." As he was saying this, another male voice, deeper and unlike any other voice in the house (Guttural, to some degree) overlapped the other noises on the recording. It was very clear, and I still get goosebumps when I think about it. The voice said:
"They never took the body."
As cheesy as it sounds, things got very intense on Halloween of 2008, which I believe was a Friday. I was off work, Kat didn't have classes, and Jordan was not working. The other friend, Gary and Kat's Brother, Mike, were on campus.
Now, it is of note that we were doing nothing of any merit. I believe I had just gotten up (as it was around 10 am) and Kat was still asleep. Jordan was playing his DS on the couch. We both heard, at the same time, very loud banging and sliding noises coming from the half-bath, yet again. The half-bath was in the hall just outside of my bedroom. This experience, I will never forget.
After we had asked the ghost to either be polite, or leave, things did indeed calm down. We made it clear that we were not afraid, but confused, and that it was welcome, as long as it respected us as we did it.
Nothing ever really stopped. People would still hear the female voices in the stairs and living room (which we did catch on recorders) and sometimes, guests would 'feel' someone watching them at night.
This house was built in 1998, but was placed over the foundation of an old farmhouse which had burned down many, many years ago. The land sits on a lovely, pristine 4 acres, and is probably still occupied by special guests. I have since moved, so I do not know the state of house, as Kat's brother is in charge of its upkeep now. Whatever is there is not intent on hurting anyone, and seems quite happy that we accepted it as just another tenant.
The Lady In My Room
I had just moved to a new house a few months ago. I thought it was nice and comfortable and spacious but within the first week I started hearing loud banging on the walls and doors slamming when I was home alone. I figured it must've been just the doors being pushed by the wind from the fans so I thought whatever.
It continued but only when I was alone so it creeped me out and when I told my parents they wouldn't believe me. They said it was my imagination and to stop making up stories. So for the next few days I tried to stay with someone else in the house. A friend, my sister, or anyone. As long as I wasn't home alone. Nothing suspicious happened when someone else was there with me.
She didn't move at all, she just stood in the same position and it seemed like she was staring right at me. The feeling I had was sickening and I felt really tired when I saw her/ it. After about 10 seconds, she slowly backed down the hallway and vanished.
It was the scariest thing in my life. Tell me what you guys think about it.
My Dad Is At It Again
I submitted a story several months ago about a long conversation I had with my deceased father one night. Since then, things have been exactly as he said they would be. Life has gotten harder. But, I think he's doing exactly what he said he would do. He said he would be right there with me.
My dad was known to be a prankster in life, and I have been told over and over that my daughter has his personality. I don't know if he has "shown himself" to her for all these years because she is a lot like him, but I think it's pretty neat that she has a bond with him. I just wish I could get over my fear because I really would love to talk to him again. That conversation changed my life.