Tha Visit

 My real dad visited me when I was hospitalized from a car accident. I almost lost my leg when I was 13. It was really weird since I had never seen my real Dad, since he passed away before I was born, and I only had pictures of him.

The doctors and my mom were standing in the hall way, they were telling my mom about the possible amputation. Making a long story short, my mom said, "No, you are not removing her leg, you get somebody here that can save her leg!" To which, they did. They had a doctor fly  in from out of town and he was able to save my leg. Anyway my leg was really bleeding and it was hanging on from underneath the skin. I was in the emergency room, laying on the table, waiting for what seemed like forever. I was scared to tears. This man touched my knee, he said, "Everything will be okay." 

It was all he said, with a smile at that.

The nurse came in and said she was going to take me down the hall. I said, "There was a man just here!"

She told me, "No, honey nobody has been here." 

I argued, "Yes he was! He touched my knee and said I was going to be ok!" 

His hand print was on the sheet. She looked around but couldn't find him. My mom came in and asked who came in. I'd said my dad, and when she told me he was at work, I corrected her. "No, my dad in the photo! He touched my knee!"

P.C.

Grandpa

 

This is a story my father told me several times while I was growing up, it's about what happened right before his father passed. According to my dad, his father was not a religious man. He doesn't remember his father ever attending church. For the last few days before he passed, however, he would pick up a Bible, "that only he could see,"announce a page and chapter to turn to, and then he would begin reading. My dad said that someone picked up a bible and turned to the page he said, and was able to follow along while my grandfather read. Alongside all this, he would never let anyone sit on the bed when they came to see him. He would tell them that there were angels playing on the foot of the bed, and that he didn't want anyone to sit on them.

Now, I think that seeing the angels could be explained by my grandfather being very ill and close to death, having hallucinations is somewhat common. However, reading from the invisible Bible is more difficult to explain. 

D.L.Garvin 

Smack

My husband and I were in Madison, Indiana a couple years ago staying at a B&B.  We were in bed sound asleep. All at once I woke up because someone smacked me on my bottom (no, it was not my husband). When I opened my eyes there was this white image in front of me. I’m very sure it was a ghost!  Needless to say, we checked out the next morning.

S.D.

The Legend of the Grinning Skull

 A young lady called Anne Griffith, who lived in Burton Agnes Hall, was walking home from a nearby village. As she came close to her house, she was stopped on the road by a pair of men who were begging for money.

The kindly Anne opened her purse to give them some money, but the evil men saw she was wearing a diamond ring. The vicious pair demanded that she hand over her jewelry. The men grabbed the diamond ring off her finger and when she resisted, the evil men beat her savagely with a club and fled.

Anne managed to crawl the distance to the gate way of her home at Burton Agnes Hall where she was found by a servant. She was taken to her family but was so badly injured that she died of her wounds a few hours later. Before she died she made a strange request that shocked her family.

She asked that her head be removed from her body and that is should remain within the house or terrible things would happen. Not wanting to carry out the unusual request, her family buried the poor girl in the nearby church graveyard the following day.

On the night of her funeral when everyone had gone to bed, strange loud wailing noises and banging doors kept every one up all night. These disturbed evenings carried on for three days.

Feeling uneasy about the series of events they decided to exhume her body. When the cask was opened they were faced with her bare grinning skull on her otherwise normal body. Her skull was removed and placed within the house and the tormenting evenings stopped.

A few years later when a new family moved into the house a box was found containing Anne’s skull and a maid threw it into a cart containing rubbish. The horses pulling the cart would not move. Instead, they reared and trembled in fear, the hall shook and pictures fell of the wall until the skull was removed from the cart and replaced inside the house.

When local villagers informed the new owner about the legend of the grinning skull and Anne’s death, the skull was bricked up in a wall within the house so that it could never be removed.

Although nobody knows the exact location of the skull, legend has it that the skull was buried in the wall behind the picture of Anne on the Main staircase.

Every year, on the anniversary of her death, Anne’s ghost can be seen emerging from the picture, floating down the staircase, through the house and then down a lane behind the house where she disappears.

The Man at the end of the Hall

 

A few years ago we had just gotten back from vacation, it was about 8pm and my brother asked to borrow the car. Him and his now wife left in the car. He drove one car and she was in the other, and they began the drive to her house. 

After they left I fell asleep, and had a terrible nightmare that my brother had died. Waking up, I was in tears, and could hear my mom running through the house. She had been doing laundry and when she went to go back upstairs, she left the laundry room to see a dark shadow figure looming at the end of the hallway. She felt. . . Strange. Looking at it, it didn't quite feel bad, but it still scared her bad enough she came back upstairs.

Not even ten minutes later she got a phone call from my brothers girlfriend, that he had gotten into a car accident and they were rushing him to the hospital.

When he crashed his car, he had a broken neck and a broken vertebra in his spine, he's very lucky to not be paralized. The paramedics said he was dead for two minutes before they brought him back.

The next day when my brother woke up, he imediately called my mom and said he saw her in the hallway after he crashed his car. While he was dying, the first thing he did was visit my mom.

I later found out that all my sisters had the same dream that I did. And that my father woke up because he just knew something was wrong.

My brother died, and came back to us. We dont know how he survived, and we arent sure why he healed abnormally fast, but he did. We are lucky he is still with us.

Reddit  Z.B. 

The Basement

 

  This story was told to my parents and I one day by a friend of the family while he was visiting us. I was very young, 7 or 8 years old, so it would have had to be in the early 60's. Since it was so long ago I don't remember who told us the story or when or where it was supposed to have happened, so I put it in the category of a Halloween or camp fire story meant to scare people. 

So here this goes.

Many years ago there was a young couple with a son who was about 6 years old. They moved into old farm house near a small midwest town. The house had the usual creeks and growns of an old house. The parents loved being in the old house but the boy never liked being there, especially when he was in the kitchen. It was mainly because the door to the basement was in the kitchen. Whenever he was in the kitchen he was always glued to his mothers or fathers side, and always kept on eye on the basement door. When ever his parents asked him what he was scared of, he would tell them that there was something in the basement that wanted to take him. Each time he told them that, the father would take him down in the basement and show him nothing was there. Each time the father did this the result was a near melt down. The parents were never able to convince the boy that there was nothing in the basement. This went on for over a year. Finally at witts end the parents decided to seek the help of a professional. Fortunately they were able to find a child psychologist in the next town over, "about 10 miles away". The called the doctor and made an appointment to take there son in to see him. Over the next few months the doctor saw the child many times and didn't seem to make any headway in convincing the boy that there was not anything to fear in the basement. Finally the doctor told the parents that he would like to try something different. What he suggested to the parents was to make the boy directly face his fear to prove there is nothing to be afraid of. He proposed a session at the home. They would open the basement door and place the boy on a chair in front of the door. They made him sit there, and they would leave the boy there to prove to him nothing is there. He told them he would be there to help with the session. The parents agreed and they made plans to do this the following week. The day of the planned session the doctor arrived at the home around sunset, he explained that the plan was to sit the boy in front of the door in the kitchen, and he and the parents would go to the living room and play cards. The parents agreed and the session began. They opened the door and sat the boy down. He was unwilling to sit by himself so they decided they would have to restrain the boy. The father had some rope so they tied the boy to the chair, left him alone in the kitchen and went to the living room. Needless to say the boy was very distressed, begging and pleading for them to release him. The doctor kept assuring the parents that he would be ok and this would work. This kept up for over an hour of the child crying and pleading for them to unite him, then finally the boy fell silent. The doctor told the that they should wait about 15 minutes then they could go check on the boy. After the breef period the decided it was time to go and check on the boy. To their shock, when they got to the kitchen the boy was gone. The chair was still where they had placed it, but the boy wasn't in it. Not only that but the rope was still tied, and even the boys clothing was still in the chair, as though the boy has simply vanished. Frantically the parents and the doctor started searching the house. After not finding him the police were called and they began a search of the surrounding area. This search went on for weeks, but the child was never seen again. 

D.L.Garvin 

The Wardrobe

 The is a story that I heard many times from my mother, my aunts, my uncles and my grandparents. The house they lived in had a long hallway, and at the end of the hall was a wardrobe that my grandmother had bought.

At the end of the hall to the left was my mother and her sisters' room, and to the right was the room where two of my uncles stayed.

The wardrobe was very old, and had been through a fire. The only damage to the wardrobe was the finish, it bubbled from the heat. My grandparents never bothered to refinish it.

The story repeats itself often. When someone was passing the opposite end of the hall, you could see an apparition in your peripheral vision, standing in front of the wardrobe. However, when you turn to look, nothing would be there. On several occasions a family member would be walking down the hall towards their room, and would see a full apparition walking twords them from where the wardrobe sits. I was told that the fire that damaged the wardrobe also claimed the life of the lady who owned it. My grandparents are both gone now, but my aunt and her husband now own the house and the wardrobe still sits where it always has; at the end of the hall. From time to time, the apparition still makes an appearance.

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Willard Library

 

I live in Evansville Indiana and we have a relitvlivly well known haunted location here. Willard Library is a very old building that dates back to 1885 it gets its name from a wealthy businessman named Willard Carpenter. 

In the 1930's a custodian reported seeing what he said was the ghost of a young woman. Ever since then there have been many reports of this ghost many have described her as grey  and dressed in 1800's  style  clothes and some have reported her shoes having buttons down the side. 

The Grey Lady is thought to be Louise Carpenter, daughter of the founder of the library, appropriately named after him, Willard Carpenter. When Willard Carpenter passed away, he left the entirety of his estate to his businesses and the library. Louise Carpenter sued the library board for what she thought was hers, claiming that her father was not in a sound state of mind when he wrote his last will and testament.

Louise Carpenter lost the case, and is believed to haunt the library until she gets what is owed.

Since I live close to the Library I have been there plenty of times, and it's a beautiful old Gothic style building. I have never had any experiences there but I've spoken to several of the librarians who have. One told me that she's known to play with the faucet in the upstairs bathroom, in the Genealogy department. Another librarian told me that she had seen Louise on the security monitor for the hallway in the basement, near the Children's reading room. 

  I remember a story in the local newspaper back in the 70's when thay were doing some renovations to the building. I believe that's when they built the children's room. One of the librarians reported that she had actually followed them home, presumably because she didn't like all the commotion going on. After the renovations were done and over with,, she went back to Library.

These are just a few of the stories about Willard Library. The library is fairly well known, there have been at least one or two documentaries on popular cable networks about haunted places around the country, and the ghost hunters tv series did an episode/investigation at Willard. 

        D.L.Garvin 

Imaginary friend

 

My best friend is Corey. He has been for over a year now. After my "accident" things changed for me. I'd felt alone. So confused.

We met in the park, Corey was on the swings. I'd never seen him before. He'd said he had no parents, no brothers or sisters, no friends to play with. I felt sorry for him. We did everything together. Sleepovers, video games, adventures, you name it! But I heard the adults whispering complaints. . . "It's just a phase." "He's only eight, he'll grow out of it!" "He'll make real friends soon." 

One day I couldn't find him. I checked everywhere for him. I finally found him on the swing,  back in the park where we had first became friends. Looking at me sadly, he said he had to go, and that I couldn't follow.

I watched him vanish in the distance. I never saw him again after that. I feel so lost, so confused. His last words to me. . .

"My Aunt says I'm to old to play with  Imaginary friend's.."

Reddit user "The-Specter-General"

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Knightstown

 

When I was about 12 or 13 years old, I spent time as a ward of the state for a while. Part of that time I was at the Indiana Soldiers and Sailors childrens home in Knightstown Indiana, about 40 miles east of Indianapolis. This facility was a large campus where we all lived, went to school, ate and the older kids even worked on campus where they could learn a trade. We rarely ever left the campus. This story was told to me by a couple of my female classmates. The buildings were all very old the facility was established in 1865. The property had a large lake on it that separated the girls dorms from the boys. The girls live in a large multiple story building that was separated into dorms by grade, and the boys lived in much smaller houses across the lake each house was a different grade. One day during an activity when the boys and girls were allowed to interact, some of the girls started talking about some of the strange things that they had been experiencing in there building. At night, they would hear sounds that sounded like foot steps, and sometimes here things rolling across the floor in the attic. One day a small group of girls got up the courage to sneak up to the attic to investigate and see what could be making the noises. What they found when they got up there was lots of old medical equipment stored away thing like crutches, and wheelchairs and other such things. While they were in the attic exploring they were being very quiet as to not alert the house mothers that they were up there, since it was off limits to the students. All of a sudden one of the girls heard a noise and turned around to see one of the wheelchairs rolling across the floor straight towards her. She screamed, which alerted the rest of the group who saw what was going on and the all ran back down stairs, and never ventured back up to the attic again. When thay asked someone about the history of the building they were told that it had been a hospital during the Civil War. I did some searches and found that the year the facility was established is the same year the Civil war ended but I wasn't able to confirm that it was hospital before that. I'm not sure if this story is real, or if it was a product of the imagination of teenage girls trying to spin a scary story. This all happened in the late 60'S and the facility closed in 2009. So I have no way to find out if anyone else remembers this story. So I'll leave it at that true story or just the imagination of some teenage girls you decide.

D.L.Garvin

Angel Wings

June 22, 2019. My husband was at home in Hospice. He passed around 2am.  I was sitting at the dining room table, his sister was on my right and the Hospice nurse was on my left. My daughter and niece were sitting on the other side of the room, close to the door. The men who were escorting my husband out approached the exit. I heard chimes, and so did his sister. We turned toward each other, and she ask if I heard that. I said to her, “an angel just got his wings”. No one else in the room heard the chimes.

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The Laughing Man

 Probably a dozen years ago or so our oldest daughter had been staying with us to get back on her feet after a rough patch. She was finally able to get back to where she could afford to rent a place of her own. The house she found was an older house in an older part of town. After she got moved in our 2 granddaughters, "her nieces", loved to visit her as much as they could. The youngest, Katie, was about 3 or 4 at the time and every time she would visit she was always pointing and asking, "Who is that man?" There was always no one there. When she was asked about him she would say that he was all ways laughing and smiling at her. Everyone always thought that this was just the imagination of young girl and didn't think much of it until Halloween came around. Like us our daughter always put up decorations for Halloween and Christmas. She had just finished decorating the house and she had called her mom on the phone to tell her that she had finished decorating and to see if the girls wanted to come and see. While she was on the phone with my wife, there was a plack that she had just hung on the wall of a witch riding a broom. Suddenly, it lifted off the nail. It didn't fall or fly off the wall, but slowly floated away from the wall to the middle of the room, and then dropped in the floor. Later when my granddaughter was there, she said, "The laughing man didn't like that plack."

My daughter didn't hang it back up.

D.L.Garvin

Hiking alone in the smokies

 I enjoy hiking alone in the smokes, and of course I always carry my SKS with me for protection purposes.  I often hike to a campsite I had pre-planned to stay at. That day when I showed up, right before the sun went down, I found that someone was already there. They had a vintage tent and gear set up.

So I walked up and a skinny guy with hippie hair and a hippie beard gets out of the tent, and I noticed that his entire getup looks like he was straight out of the mid 60's. We begin to talk as I set up my tent, and I find out apparently he is some hippie soul searching in the mountains. He was completely cool with my gun.

That night we talked around the fire until midnight, and about this time I start hearing this moaning sound. It was very quiet at first, but it started to get louder. Then, quietly, I asked hippie if he hears it too. He said, "Yeah, but don't worry, as long as i'm here he can't hurt us."

I thought, 'LOL OK'. I tried go to sleep, the hippie still sitting by the fire. I continued to hear the moans get louder, so I chambered a round in the SKS and waited. I didn't get a wink of sleep. I heard the moans come closer, and then back off. Eventually the moaning stops, when I start hearing the birds. I slowly open up my tent in the morning to see hippies gear completely gone. I figured I could've fallen asleep without realizing it, but as I look around, the ground where hippie had his stuff set up, it was undisturbed. There was absolutely no evidence he had even existed at the site. So at that point, I decided to go home. 

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