My childhood house was haunted.

I'll just list what happened.

1. I would be able to see these aparitions throughout my time there, and I vividly remember waking up and seeing a man in a trenchcoat and hat stood at the foot of my bed. Another time I recall an old woman walking down the hallway. The real distinct one was when I was in the front play room and this person was looking at me from outside the window. Catch? They were hanging upside down from outside, and he was a child. I called him Andrew.

2. Multiple times my mother would find utensils taken out of the drawers and laid around the kitchen. The cupboards would also swing open and slam shut.

3. The dogs would not come inside the house. Ever. Even if it was raining and storms, thunder, lightning, hail, they would never come inside. And if we did carry them in, they'd howl and scream and wet themselves trying to get outside again.

4. My father was possessed.

5. We got so many experts into the house to try and rid us of the spirits. One priest managed for only a few moments. The whole house suddenly felt warm in the first time in years, but then 'they' started up again. They banged on the windows and doors trying to get back into their house again.

6. When we were getting to the end of our rope we slept in the caravan in the back yard. Said caravan rocked violently and we could hear the doors of the house opening and shutting, the whole house alive with activity.

7. One of our little dogs, we believe, was scared to death. She was only 6, and one day mum came home from shopping. She found poor Lucy right by the tire of the car, but by the looks of things it would seem she was run over by the car. But she wasn't. She was intact, no broken bones, no blood. And it seemed she'd been there for a while yet Mum just drove in.

8. Another of our little dogs kept ending up over in the neighbour's yard. I know, you think he got out or crawled underneath. Said dog was 10 years old, the fence was rooted at least two feet beneath the ground and was 6 feet high. The gates were always securely locked, and we checked for any holes. Found none.

9. When we finally moved, one of them followed us. I remember we were watching television when something walked straight past the outside window. And we had no visitors. No one could have gotten in.

In the end they just finally left us alone.

But the lady who bought the house form us kept calling, asking Dad to go back and check the fixtures and plumbing. Dad never went back.

*warps her self up in a blanket and shudders*

this thread freaks me out but I can't stay away from it

No. That's why it was on TV. Some people thought it was suicide, but the mother kept arguing that her son would never want to commit suicide.

Jeez, CG, your story makes me happy that the ghosts in my house are just mischievous ones that only occasionally break glasses!:wiltshock: I mean, they've never done anything hurtful, really, and the only thing they do time after time is slam doors downstairs whenever I'm upstairs.

Yeah, I've actually been planning on writing a horror novel, and I would actually include those events in my story.

I have another one! There's this house in my neighborhood where (it was said) this old lady and her grandson used to live. The old lady was very wealthy and the grandson kept demanding money from her, even though she refused every single time. He ended up hanging the old lady on a tree in their backyard. I took a venture over there and there was a rope on the tree and pennies surrounding it. Now, I don't know if this story is true or not, but it's still creepy.

I saw this mountain once i nthe moon, but i was probably sleepy. You guys have such weird horror stories!

I was just thinking of my old imaginary friend, Spooky, which made me think of this.
Ever had an imaginary friend tell you to do bad things? It makes me wonder if they are really all that imaginary, or if their really little demons? Hmm. You never know!

I beleive in Bigfoot/ Skunk Ape.

Well, i guess this dosn't count a a horro stopry, BUT:

when I wa si nsecond grade I woke up in the middle of the night with this exact poem in my head:

The gods I tease
I rest with Ease
Where none shall ever
Find Me
I lay in my grave
But none are so brave
As if to ever
find me

It was WEIRD... AT that point I think what when my faith in religion was fadaing, i remeber never really beliving in it all that much.

...eerie...

Does anybody ever feel like they're being watched and you keep looking over your shoulder and there's nobody there?