119: HHS Ep 119 Zack & Addie

Track and Jerry discuss the horrific events including the grizzly murder and haunting of 826 N Rampart St. in New Orleans. Jerry conducts a one on one interview with Voodoo Priestess of New Orleans Bloody Mary.

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Spirit On A Bed (?)

Witchcraft can be a truly wonderful and beautiful thing--a path to enlightenment, the same as many others. Not all witches practice so-called "black" or harmful magic, and I certainly never have and don't intend to. However, when one begins to learn magic, among the first things they are told to stu...

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Table Tipping Aftermath

Almost two years ago I submitted a story titled table, Table Tipping. For those interested it can be found at the following link. https://ift.tt/2QEGc4B That story took place at a fire hall that was abandoned, as a new one had been built to replace it and ...

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My Father's Hometown

We also lived in my father's hometown at San Carlos City, Pangasinan from 1998-2000. The first house that we move in was demolished in 1998 because the government of Marikina have a project to make a road connecting Marcos Highway and C-5 road. They will build the highway on the riverside and have t...

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People In Our House

This story is from my older sister's experience in our house. Our house was built in 1944 which at that time the world is still under World War II, where a lot of people died and sacrificed their lives. Our house was built in front of a graveyard before, where an auditorium stands right now. S...

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The Lady In Our Restroom

This happened last November 2015. It was the yearly festival of our Patron. Everybody is having fun and food is everywhere. Since I was new in the company, I invited just a few of my colleagues from work. My ex lover happened also to be in the city that time, so I decided to invite him since he neve...

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The Haunted Bonnet

As a paranormal investigator I travel the USA in search of Haunted Locations. One day I got a call about a house in Atlanta, Georgia (Georgia is one of the most haunted states in America). I was asked to come out and investigate a house belonging to the McHugh Family. I drove down to Georgia and f...

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Interference On Camera

Note this will be very short. So this just happened recently and as I am typing this, I feel like something is outside my house. Not only that, the cameras in the house keep rebooting and the displays keep going to black. So a little backstory, I'm a 20 years old and while I may be a person w...

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No Kids Allowed

A few years ago when my children were about 7, 5 -1/2 and 4 they were spending the night at their dad's sister's house. Auntie Monica was babysitting that day, my then husband and I were going to a party and were not going to be back until very late so it was decided that the kids might as well just...

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The First House That We Moved In

This experienced happened when I was 10 years old. We moved to a house near the river with fields that surrounds us. It was behind the elementary school which I was attending. I was Grade 4 at that time, and my playmates were my classmates that reside near our school. I will describe to you our h...

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The Canadian Dream House

Over the years, I have had a few encounters. More when I was a child, which I believe is quite common as children certainly seem more open to things of this nature. Perhaps there comes a time in our life where we learn that not everyone thinks seeing things is normal and that door gets closed or per...

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Faces

I have been reading this site for quite sometime now and I finally had the courage to tell one of my stories. Ever since I was a young girl I was very aware of the other plane. We shall put it that way. And being a young child seeing certain things would scare me and give me nightmares. For example at my parents' house I would often see shadows, out of the corner of my eye, or the time I talked with my grandfather and he was actually dead - since my father was 3 months old.

Yes - Weird does not even begin to cover it, and I have learned how to deal with them, or at least not letting fear control my life.

At a certain point I started seeing faces when I closed my eyes, faces I cannot identify and always in the dark, and they are always with color. One time their are blue, other times red, green, rarely they have several colors and I always feel like I am being watched. When this happens I find it hard to breath, or move because I am too scared. I have tried to understand if the colors are connected to my humor that day but I can't find a pattern.

The sensation I get is that they are trying to tell me something. I just can't understand what. If I concentrate too hard they disappear. That is when I feel more brave.

It doesn't matter where I am, alone or not, so that makes no difference either.

Has anyone experienced this before? Or know what they are? I have tried to search stories similar to mine but no joy. It would be great if there was something I could do.

Thanks in Advance

Lisa

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Who Poked My Ear?

This happened when my dad just died last 2011. We (Me, my Mom, my younger brother, my older brother, my older sister and her family) decided to sleep in the living room because the 2 rooms upstairs have not been cleaned because we are so busy with the wake and burial of my dad a week before that (only my aunt was sleeping in her room upstairs that time).

My older brother and younger brother are sleeping together on a foam bed placed on the floor, behind the sofa I am sleeping on. My older sister and her family are sleeping on the floor in front of the sofa which is also in front of our altar.

While everyone is asleep including me (me as a light sleeper - easily wakes up when touched or heard a noise) that is when I felt something. Someone poked the hole in my ear! Then I shook off my head confusedly then I suddenly opened my eyes when I realized what just happened. I got up immediately and checked my family if one of them could possibly make a prank on me while I'm sleeping. Then I found everybody sleeping, some are even snoring. I felt confused and checked the wall clock over my head and found out that it is 3:05 in the morning. I was lying awake and confused thinking until I fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning I jokingly asked them who poke the hole in my ear and no one admitted. Then they joked at me that it must be our dad. So I prayed for him even if I'm not sure if that was him (Since he doesn't do that when he was alive) LOL. Thank you for reading. Let me know your thoughts who could have poked my ear.

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Sleep Paralysis Or Real Ghost?

I have lived in my current house about seven years, its a two bedroom building and just myself and my husband live here. I have always felt something in this house, when we first moved in I kept hearing a scratching noise coming from our attic, we checked and there were no signs of any rodents etc, eventually I asked what ever it was to leave my house and the sounds stopped.

Over the years there have been strange events like my TV turning itself on, lights flickering, strange noises from outside and seeing people out of the corner of my eye. I have not been too bothered because it felt like whatever is causing this is quite peaceful. This was until last week, I have recently changed jobs and have an unusual sleeping pattern so not to disturb my husband some nights I will sleep in our spare bedroom, there is definitely something different about this room, the temperature can suddenly drop and it has a general eerie vibe. I have my two cockatiels in this room and quite often in the early hours they will get spooked and start flapping about. When I sleep in there I keep a dim lamp on because I am too afraid to sleep in there I complete darkness and I wear an eye mask.

Last week I went to sleep in the spare bedroom with my eye mask on and dim lamp, I was on my back and just drifting off to sleep when feeling slightly anxious all of a sudden I snapped out of drifting to sleep and woke up. I opened my eyes and could just see a small part of the room through a gap in the bottom part of my eye mask, I looked up and to my side and made eye contact with someone stood over me who instantly rushed towards me and was trying to strangle me through the bed covers, I couldn't move and all I could see was this person's eyes, even though this was all I could see I knew it was an older lady and I sensed nothing but pure hatred from this being towards me. It was over quite quickly and was terrifying.

In the past I have experienced sleep paralysis and have been attacked by shadow people so I put it down to this; that I didn't realise I was asleep. I told my sister about it and she has terrified me telling me it was a ghost and not sleep paralysis which could be plausible because this person was not a shadow. I clearly made eye contact with them and saw their eyes in full colour. I was wondering if anyone has experienced anything similar and if you have any tips on how I protect myself from this happening again?

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Darker Than The Darkest!

Often times when writing, the words just flow as my mind recalls, but not this time. You have no idea how many times I have endeavored to put these words to print. Each time I would end up deleting the whole mess. Here I am again, still not willing to give up. I will skip over the earlier details and get right to the dark. The darkest dark I have ever known. Not anything like it being so dark but seeing your far neighbors porch light of in the distance. Not anything like a far distant streetlight, up ahead gleaming from around the curve. Just darker than your imagination can vision. Just dark with the absence of any form of light.

I was confused and frightened, complete bewilderment as to how I have found my way here, where ever here is. I could feel movement, head over feet, or at times a twirl sideways. Without sight, I had to second guess my movements. But wait! There is a dull grey white passing by, I see a hand, is that a wave, then all is the same dark. Is this death? Much further away there was another figure, moving without reason. Will I spend endless time, with my muddled mind, watching others sent to this dark space, I wished for conversation, someone may have an answer.

I have decided to stop the next one I see. I float close and try to grab a hand. Instant panic, with a language I am unfamiliar with. Is this all there is, we do this in the dark until the end of time, this is death. Worse than I my mind could have ever dreamed of. I learned I could somewhat control my movements as I twisted and turned.

Here is another thing about this dark, there is no noise, so I try my version of (appropriately) Twist and Shout. I am really getting into it, when a male voice says near by, "Hey shut it will ya. We speak for a bit, and he moves off. Interesting, he had a NYC accent. He left me humming Amazing Grace, a favorite of mine. So as I move about this dark, and without fail, I get louder. A base tone joins me, but I can't see him then an alto female joined in, but where were they. The dark wasn't so bad when music was involved. The Sound of music was my next choice, then we sang some of the songs from that musical... Time passed I guess.

The dark seemed to lift slowly, we all stopped singing. As it got lighter my memory started working better, and I remembered why I was here and who I was, I also felt heavy pain in my stomach area. As my eyes lifted and my happiness returned, here was all my family, all smiles.

I can not speak for others that have been placed into a medically induced coma, I can only tell how it was for me. Eventually the drugs were lifted, I got better, came home, now well on the mend. Much more Chemo to come...

This experience will not leave me, there is more to it. Can anyone explain, or has any of you ever gone through something similar. Can anyone clarify?

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Is It A Demon/ Witch Craft?

So before you know what happened recently you'll need to know this: My grandfather was crazy into witchcraft voodoo. He used to draw pentagrams on the basement floor, put my aunt, uncle, and mom inside them, perform "spells" on them, and then throw them all in a closet. He used to call himself a "wizard", and I think that it has affected all of our lives tremendously! My mother ended up passing away very suddenly in her 20's, my uncle is very unhealthy, and my grandmother became a paranoid schizophrenic.

Yesterday was Halloween. I woke up at 2:30 am in a horrible sweat and in the middle of a panic attack. I was having a dream that demons were trying to get me to let them into my soul, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about it. (This was NOT sleep paralysis, as I could move.) But I could not get the thoughts out of my head. Then I saw a dark shadow in my closet and I couldn't fall back to sleep for HOURS.

Fast forward to 2:30 pm that day. I just got out of the shower and heard a loud bang on the wall, and the radio turned itself from a radio station it was on, to static, and turned itself all the way up and then back down again.

Now it's the next day and the little girl I babysit keeps apparently telling her mom that she had a friend here named Jeremy. (Nobody here is named that.) And I realized after talking to her today that she is not saying Jeremy, she's saying my mom's name.

I don't know much about demonology, but I do know that sometimes demons pretend to be angels to get what they want from you.

Any input or opinions on this would be greatly appreciated!

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Spirits Are Around

They say things come in threes, and that held true for me when I experienced a trio of weird events while living on Florida's Gulf Coast back in 1989. A lot was going on then: my fiancé and I had both suffered broken marriages before marrying and moving into her old home. A difficult six-month long remodeling process that left us drained and stressed out soon followed. After completion, moving back into our "new", near half-century-old home was hard on us, but it had gone smoothly, and with a planned week off to recharge only a few days away, things were looking up.

I took the two days off prior to our Friday departure to clean up some urgent work, clear my schedule for the week, and cross off last minute to dos for the trip. My planning was sound, but nothing could have prepared me for what was in store.

A little about the house: it was located on a serene, shady, wooded acre at the end of a private road, a gem that was hard to come by in our densely populated county. Stately live oaks and citrus trees made it very special. An old "cracker" cabin that backed up to a stand of mature bamboo stood on the edge of the property. Whomever lived in it back then, surely had led a hard life. The owner/builder had lived in it before he sold it to a wonderful old couple. Many years later they agreed to sell it to my wife-to-be, and she was lucky to get it.

Wednesday Morning: My wife had left for work, and I was having coffee when I heard a familiar knocking. That would be my in-laws, as usual, I thought. They lived in a home adjacent to our property and announced any visit with three knocks on the window next to the side door into our kitchen. This time when I stood up to go let them in it hit me; they had left town a few days before to visit relatives out of state, so who was knocking? I rushed to the door, and was dumbfounded that no one was there.

Wednesday Evening: After my wife came home from work, we went to the mall to buy items for the trip. We then ate an early dinner out, so we could get a head start on packing when we got home. A host put us in a corner booth with only a handful of other patrons around, but nobody nearby. We happily sipped our drinks and chatted about the adventure ahead. Suddenly, I felt three taps on my shoulder, and I swung around to see whom it was. I was surprised to find no one there or even close by. When I turned back around my wife asked what was going on, so I told her about the tapping. She said that my body language fit exactly what my explanation suggested. The thing is, she was facing me and could clearly see that nobody was there.

Thursday Morning: After seeing my wife off to her job, work in my new home office went well, but I ran into a glitch. I desperately needed a certain file to finish up; it was a blue folder, and easy to spot, or so I thought. The file held all my notes and the only copy of a speech I had written for my boss, who had to have it that afternoon. I wrote it over the previous three weeks, and after one final review and edit, it would be finished, but if I didn't meet the boss's deadline, I would be finished. There wasn't enough time to recreate it without blowing our vacation, so I searched feverishly everywhere, but no luck. I prayed to find it, and as a last resort, I knelt to check a shelf under my desk where I found a paper I needed later, but no blue file. Disgusted, I reached up and slapped the single sheet down on the desktop above, and broke for lunch.

When I returned to my office later, I sat down at my desk and decided to call my wife. I was desperate and maybe she knew something about the missing file. I reached for the phone, and got the shock of my life when I did; THE BLUE FILE WAS SITTING IN THE MIDDLE OF MY DESK! An electric charge shot up my spine and my eyes locked wide open searching the room for an answer as to how the file got there. I had a bad case of butterflies, and truly, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. My hands instinctively grasped the top of my head as it shook back and forth in disbelief, and I mumbled "No way!". How did the file get there, and how could the paper I had slapped down on the desktop a bit earlier, be underneath? It was totally unnatural, and scary.

Could these events have simple explanations? I suppose. Even though I swear I heard the sound of knocking at the window, it could have been various random house noises, and my imagination taking over. Could the taps on my shoulder have been nothing more than muscle twitches even though it felt genuinely like a person was doing it? Maybe, but as for the blue file - no way can I explain that! No one knew what I was doing in my office that morning except me, and nobody else was in the house. I did not find, touch, or move any blue file and yet it appeared on my desk. Files do not move themselves, so how could that happen?

For the remainder of time we lived in that house, the area by the entrance to my office always felt colder than other rooms, even though there was no A/C vent nearby, or any other known cold air source.

Maybe the renovation project had disturbed a friendly spirit who wanted me to know they were still around by reaching out, and doing me a big favor to save my job. For that, I will be forever grateful. In any case, we have since moved to another city and maybe the spirit (s) moved on too. Nothing eerie, unusual, or unexplained has happened since then, but if it did, I would not be too surprised. I believe that spirits are around!

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What Landed On My Bed?

This story happened at around 9 in the morning. I am using the master bedroom alone because no one dared to use it because it's too big to clean LOL. This happened in our house, the one that we are still living right now. That is our permanent address and I am currently renting an apartment with workmates behind our office building, but I still go to our house when I have business there, especially during day offs and or just to visit my mom and the rest.

The event occurred in my room last 2012. The room used to be my grandparents' room when it was built (the house is my grandparents', then my family are the ones left to live with my aunt on the other room and my uncle in the only room near the living room). When they passed away, it became my family room. It had 2 beds before one that my grandpa owns and one is my grandma's. It has 3 beds when I started to own the room. The bed that is on the right side wall when you enter the room belongs to my grandpa (who passed away when I was 3). I use it when the sun is up because my bed which I placed across the door will be hit with the sunrise and will get hot later on. The third bed was owned by my grandma (the biggest and the one I used before when I was younger and when she passed away a year after my grandpa died) can be seen at the very left side of the room in front of our closet.

I was about to continue to sleep after I transferred, but when I'm about to drift off, I felt something that stepped to the bed which made my head fall to that part because I'm sleeping facing left side, on the wall (I always sleep sideways for some reason I will share soon). In my mind someone from my family stepped to the bed to grab something above me, but I quickly remember that the elevated divider is on my foot part. Then after I felt my head fall to the part of the bed where someone stepped on it, I froze and stood up immediately rushing to the door, but I was shocked to see my older sister (who at that time was living with us already. She went home to our place after she was sent to Manila for 9 years when my dad died in 2011) leaving her room across my room to go downstairs. She looked nervous then she awkwardly laughed. I said "What happened to you? I felt something stepped to the bed while I'm drifting off to sleep so I rushed to the door and was about to go downstairs." She said "I heard footsteps running so I was planning to rush off downstairs." Then we paused for a second and we both rushed downstairs. My older sister has her own experiences also before when she was younger and was not sent to Manila and got married yet. As of now, please let me know your thoughts. Thank you.

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I Spent A Night In A Graveyard

I spent a night in a graveyard. Kind of. We actually went on a series of nights, most recently Halloween, and that time I went alone. Why go to a glitzy, Hollywood-induced costume party when you can celebrate it the old-fashioned way with a good old ghost hunt? A proper stake-out with coffee and and biscuits. We went armed with a torch, digital camera, voice recorder, and of course our own senses and judgment - probably the most important tool of all, but also the one most prone to error. Amateurish tech by propper ghost-hunting standards I know, but you have to start somewhere.

As with my previous tale, this one comes from the Scottish town of Troon, specifically an old graveyard and church ruins on the outskirts called Crosbie Kirkyard. It dates back to 1681 but an older church apparently stood on the site as far back as the 1200s, so we're talking really old here. It was officially closed in 1868 when the town got a bigger cemetery and the gates have been locked ever since. According to legend, the roof of the church blew off during a storm the same night Robert Burns, Scotland's national poet, was born in the nearby town of Ayr. However, that tale sounds apocryphal and made-up. What's more interesting is a poem made about the place by one John Laing, alleging it to be haunted by "ghaists an' spunkies" (ghosts and strange lights). Again, don't just take my word for it; all of this info can be found online. This is a real place with a real history.

If you know the local area well enough, there are a few ways to get there, the most direct being through the woods. The gate is permanently locked and the wall more or less insurmountable, though there is a way in by standing on a tree stump around one side and mounting part of the wall. A cemetery at night was a petrifying thought when I was younger so simply being there in the dark felt like something of an achievement. The hardest part was probably entering in; you're never sure what's over the other side of that wall. I almost had to remind myself that somewhere in here was the resting place of a one-time assassin named David Hamilton, though most say it was really his brother who was guilty and that David was just part of the plot, but that's a debate for another day.

My photos were fairly spooky in themselves, showing dark trees and ruins looming up against a grey sky, not to mention the jagged metal of the cemetery gate, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. A few dust specs maybe. Then I set down my voice recorder and we exited the graveyard, hoping to pick up something in our absence, and returned a half hour later.

Just as the novelty of it all was wearing off, we took a seat on an overturned gravestone (sorry dead person!) and were gazing at the stars when a white streak of light came zooming past right above us. My friend thought it might be a shooting star, but it seemed much too low and small. Shooting stars travel in an arc whereas this light just shot straight by in a perfect line. If that was weird, it was to get even weirder.

As we set out on our way home another one of these lights appeared just over the ruined church, zooming into the treeline. It was lucky I turned my head round at that moment to catch it; I wonder how many lights there were that we didn't see. There was no doubting it this time; it was way too low and minuscule to be a shooting star. I can only describe these lights as tiny white balls or globes which travelled very fast. Either it was a ghost (whatever that might be) or I witnessed a strange light phenomenon, possibly something similar to what we might now call will-o'-the-wisps or something we don't know about yet. Maybe these lights were the 'spunkies' reported in John Laing's poem centuries earlier. 'Spunkie' is an old Scots word which basically meant a strange light or glowing.

The following evening I listened back to the audio from my voice recorder, all 27 minutes of it, and I did find something, however faint. In-between the gentle wind and car noises is what sounds like a tap followed by three or four footsteps. I rewound and compared it with my own footsteps at the start of the recording and the sound was practically identical. I also tried reproducing the 'tap' sound by touching the screen of the phone and playing it back, and that too sounded quite similar. The whole segment is unique in the whole footage. Was it simply another person, you might ask? Well, although a main road runs nearby, barely anyone walks this way, especially at night; it's a bit out of the way. Type in 'Crosbie Churchyard' on Google Maps and you'll see what I mean. And I think it's a pretty fair assumption that we were the only weirdos going into this place at night. I suppose the likeliest explanation is an animal, but the footsteps sounded too slow and heavy to be a squirrel or rabbit, though that's just my own personal judgment.

Nothing happened on the other nights but that still can't diminish our experiences from the first time. Beginner's luck I suppose. In fact the only vaguely paranormal thing we encountered on the second night was a noise outside my friend's house on the homeward journey. Then the thought came to me that what we call the paranormal probably works in a very funny way or, bizarre as it sounds, like fishing. You can go 10 times and only catch something once or twice. All my run-ins with 'ghosts' so far have had that kind of theme: there's something there, not overly clear or discernible but still quite out of the ordinary, then in an instant it's gone or doesn't show up again. It's not as if you can catch it up close and take it back to test in a lab, but you know there was definitely a weird element about the experience.

I don't give much credit to feelings of being watched or of a 'presence' (after all, that you feel scared is a fact about yourself and not your surroundings), but I suppose it's not a bad thing to say that at no point in the investigation was I genuinely frightened or alarmed. I even liked it in there, the magical stillness of it all. If one thing's for sure it's that the dead are less likely to harm you than the living, but whether they are all truly at rest, I still can't say.

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Ghost Talking To My Daughter

I'm a bit worried after talking to my daughter. I knew there was something in the house since moving in, as the TV in the kids room would turn on by itself when my younger daughter would be napping in her cot. No way she could get out and turn it on being so young too. This happened twice. 

Then Then one day I came home after going to the shop, my baby son was in his pram sleeping. For about 10 minutes on and off the pram kept rocking backwards and forwards by itself. It freaked me out and I showed my sister to come see who was in the other room. It carried on. I felt okay as I thought it's obviously friendly and just looking out for the kids. Then my daughter mentioned she hears her name being called at night very often and it wakes her up. That night my husband swears he heard a girl's voice calling my daughters name. He said it was very clear.

The next day I spoke to my daughter about what she had said to me the day before. She said it's a girl who calls her name most nights, she repeats herself calling her but she sees no one. She also said this person tells her off and says she is being naughty which apparently upsets my daughter as she says she's done nothing wrong.

Now this is really worrying me. She says she doesn't know who it is. I said to her ask them who they are then.

I've looked this up apparently you don't want to respond?! I'm going to have to tell her to ignore this now. My daughter is 5 this seems very scary to be going through and it does scare her. She said it's been happening for a while, since we been at this house for about a year and a half now.

Is this harmful? What are people's thoughts on this?

I want to move now... Will this stop this from happening?

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