By Stacy

The house we moved into after my mother remarried had a murder committed there. The man who built the house killed his girlfriend in the basement. He suspected she was cheating on him. This was in the late 50's/early 60's, I never can remember when my stepdad told me. One rumor was that he cut off her head and hung it upstairs in what eventually was my bedroom.

Anyway, when I was a teenager I used to see 'things'. Always at night in the dark, of course. Once I saw a white dog standing in the corner a few feet from where I was sleeping. I would occasionally see what looked like white/grey birds flying in the dining room. I don't know if the things that I would see had any relation to the murder or not. Some people suggested that I saw things because I was a 'troubled' youth, depressed, etc. and that somehow opened me up to the, for lack of a better word, paranormal.

By thebes

Oh yes, I owned a house in upstate NY and whenever we went there we felt something pulling at us...I can't describe it...a hardbreath of air coming from inside my chest!..sometimes doors and/or closets would open/close for no reason...and I once thought I saw a long skirted woman running in the parlor...toward the window. I was told that a murder had been committed there..a farmer had gone away and come back and suspected his wife and the hired hand of having an affair...the hired hand subsequently disappeared and so did the wife. Later tenants found a man's skeleton in the window seat...no one ever knew whether it was the farmer or the hired hand! We sold the house...the new owners had the church come in to excorcise the ghost!

By Tik Tok

Between 1961-1962, we owned a cattle ranch in Oregon. Closest town was Lebannon, about 60 miles from Eugene. The Santa Anna River marked the west side of the ranch and a chain of foothills, the east. We owned the hills. It was A Large Ranch, hundreds of acres.

And it was an Old ranch, the two story house was built in the 1890's, on top of the original house which had been torn down. My folks paid what they though was a Lot of money for the place, an entire $60,000, which was a lot then I suppose. That included all the farm equipement and the cattle and horses.

I loved this place. I think I loved it more than anywhere else we ever lived, and we lived on a lot of ranches. I wish we'd never have left. But *sigh* my sister Pam had asthma, and it was terrible for her there.

But that first summer was terrific. It doesn't rain much in the summer, so Pam didn't have too many problems.

But there were Major thunderstorms!! If you've ever lived in the mountains, you know what they can be like.

Loud! Booming! Fox Fire!! Electrical storms!!

And.....

One night there was a Terrible storm! It sounded as if God was rebuilding the Mountains and Sky. Pam and I slept upstairs, in seperate rooms. Mom and Dad, downstairs.

Well, with my vivid imagination, and too many episodes of Twilight Zone under my belt, even at that age, I finally started figuring out that This Wasn't Thunder. This was a Space Ship landing and those little metal guys who had given Agnes Moorehead so much grief in that old house of hers, were probably under My Bed.

I finally, literally, lept out of bed and ran down the hall, never Looking back, and got into bed with my sister. Pam was awake, of course, from the noise. But the storm passed on, and we fell asleep (those little metal guys must have moved on too!).

Later, I woke up because I knew someone was watching us sleep. I thought it was Mom or Dad checking on us. I sat up and there was a man in the chair at the foot of the bed. I wasn't afraid and it wasn't Daddy! I kept watching him as he Glowed Gold! Bright, hazy, smoky and beautiful gold! And I will never forget this...I could see he was wearing a black and gold plaid shirt, and he was tossing a glowing ball up and down in one hand. Now, for a kid who had earlier thought that aliens were under her bed, you'd have thought I'd have thrown a hissy fit over this! But no, I never was frightened. Not for a second, because all I felt was love and joy from him.

As I realized I should wake Pam up for this, I saw that she was sitting up and watching him too. Then she and I looked at each other, she shrugged and said, 'Let's go back to sleep.'

And we did. Bang. Like we hadn't a care in the world or a visitor in her room!

The next morning, we told Mom and Dad about it. Mom was afraid someone had broken into the house, but Dad believed us! He told her, 'If it Was a man in Pam's room, you think both girls wouldn't have screamed and yelled? No, I think something or someone is in this house, I always have thought so.'

Now if you'd have known my Dad, you'd have known a practical down to earth man with NO imagination whatsoever. So for him to believe us was, in our opinions, pretty much the second miracle we girls had seen in less than 12 hours.