True Life Experiences

ENGLAND

"This just happened in July of 1998. I was in the Palace Hotel, Manchester, England. After flying all night to England, and waiting for my hotel room to be ready, I was exhausted. As soon as I
settled in my room, I tried to take a nap. It was around 11 am, and I was in a twin bed, tossing and turning, trying to find a comfortable spot. While I was lying on my stomach, just settling in to sleep, I felt a pressure or presence on my entire back, from my neck to my bottom, I felt like someone was on top of me...I felt hands come around me, and hold me very tight. I knew I was
alone in the room, and the door was locked. Feeling such a presence, I jumped out a bed screaming. I ran around the room looking for someone or something to be there. No one was
there, I then went for the bible in the nightstand, flipped it open to any page, and laid it on the bed opened. (hoping that the bible would exorcize the spirit) Then I searched around the room to
find information about the hotel. It was built in 1895, and was an insurance company until 1915 when it became a hotel. The "Refuge Assurance Company" was the title of the business, located
on Oxford Street, Manchester, England. I know that there was someone or something attacking me. I don't normally get out of bed screaming and feeling accosted and abused. My conscience
kept telling me that I must have been dreaming, but my physical body was telling me I had been man-handled. Later that day I asked the front desk if this hotel was haunted. They denied such a
thing. I then asked the bellman in the front lobby. He had stories to tell !! I also called the Chamber of Commerce of Manchester, and related the story. The lady on the phone laughingly
replied, "all old buildings and old houses in England are haunted!" I don't have any more history on that hotel or that sight. A building that was built in 1895 isn't that old in England. If you have any information on how I could find out more on that building or that sight, please let me know." Jeanne Parker jparker@mail.1starnet.com

ILLINOIS

"It was the spring of 1969 and I was 20 years old.  I was enrolled in the Chicago Police academy which was located near Maxwell Street and the Dan Expressway. I had been attending the
academy for several months and I was taking lunch with two other academy students. As we entered a small typical returaunt in this area, I remember a white lady dressed in all black. Her
dress reminded me of someone from the 1800's.  (The reason I mentioned her color is because the area was basicly a black neighborhood and seeing a white lady in this area makes this
individual encounter even stranger.  Now, as I Stood just inside the resturaunt with my friends on either side of me,  This Lady in black came up to me and looked right into my eyes.  Without a
word, or hand guesture or even a facial expression, she communicated to me to hand her the pen and small note pad I had in my upper left hand shirt pocket to her.  I did.  She took the pen
and note pad, and wrote something into the note pad and shook her head in a gesture of no, no, no.  She handed me the pen and note pad and then left the restruant.  I looked into the note pad
and noticed what she wrote, my name and my birth date and then I also realized that it was in my own handwriting.  I quickly turned to my friends and asked them "did you see what the lady just
did ?"  They repondend to my question as though I was crazy.  What lady?  They acted as if nothing unusal happenen and we went into the resturaunt and had lunch. Well this little
encounter stayed with me and I always felt that I would have to quit the Chicago Police Department.  I felt she was telling me to leave this career options in order to save my life. Now Inever really told many people of this story.  However, I saw a TV show in which a woman in black saved a motor cyclist on a highway near Chicago and how Paramedics and others saw this lady
in black save his life. I beilieve I saw this on Unsolved Mystries.  I suspect that this lady I saw was my grandmother, however the lady I saw I did not recognize. I now believe that it was the lady in
black I saw on Unsolved Mysteries." - Frank D. Ayers fdayers@ibm.net

KANSAS

"I was living in a house that had been built on the old Osage Indian Reservation back in the
1870s.  I went to bed and was lying there awake when I heard this Strange Chatting as If many children were saying Nah nah nah nah nah over and over.  Very High pitched. Then a picture of a
face of an elderly white haired woman appeared on the wall near the ceiling, over the Picture was spelled the words " Mrs. E. Wolfe " than the voices started to chat "Mrs. Wolfe is dead Mrs.
Wolfe is dead." I was some what shaken by this experience and managed to get out of bed and go into the kitchen and as soon as I turned the lights on the voices stopped.  I was in a quandary
as to what to do as My Mothers Name was Mrs. Emma Wolf and her next door Neighbors name was Mrs. Esther Wulff. I wanted to call my Mother and see if she was all right but it was late and I
knew she would be in bed.  so after a big drink of water I went back to bed and slept soundly. The next morning I called my mother and she was fine Then I told her about what had happened
and she told me Mrs. Wulff was visiting her son and was not at home and she was not about to
call her.  Mom just stated " if anything has happened to her we will know soon enough".  I than let it drop and chalked it up to my imagination.  The very next day my Mother called and said '
have you seen the obituary Column this morning."  I had, and  a Mrs. Ethel Wolfe had died the night of my vision.  I have no explanation as to why this happened but know it was very real. I felt at the time a great sadness for the woman on the wall as the voices seemed glad she was gone. I have often felt she came to me so I would mourn her loss. I have also regretted not going to pay
my respects to see if see was the woman on the wall."  - Carol Wolf cbritton@fcmail.com

NEW JERSEY

"I grew up in a small town directly across the Delaware River from Trenton, New Jersey. I had a girlfriend who lived in a very old house, supposedly built by Robert Morris during the
Revolutionary Era. It is situated right across from the Soldiers' Barracks in Trenton. Us kids would always joke about an underground tunnel that ran from her house, under the river to the
barracks where the American soldiers were housed during the war. When I was in the fifth grade, over 25 years ago, I spent the night at her house. She, her sisters, and I all bunked in this
huge room that served as both playroom and bedroom for the girls. That night, for whatever reason, I could not fall asleep all night; and the next morning I was very unsettled, glad to go
home. It was not until I was sixteen, that my mother told me what happened. My girlfriend's mother heard noises in the middle of the night coming from the room directly above our bedroom and went up there to check what was happening. She opened up the door, and toys, games, -- you name it -- were all torn apart and still moving in mid-air! She promptly locked the
door and no one was allowed in there again. She later called on our parish priest to come over and bless the house and end the ghostly activity. I know my mother did not make up this story;
she's not the kind of person to do that. My girlfriend and her husband still live in that house to this day. They have remodeled, though I have not seen the house. But I still remember that
strange room and mom's story and just wonder what really happened that night." - Linda Birch
lbirch@alcnet.com

NEW YORK

"My wife and her sister were visiting Sagtikos Manor in Bayshore. It is a pre-revolutionary mansion used as a stage stop at which George Washington once stayed. It is a historical site, and in the summer they give tours, but they visited one day on a lark and found the place deserted. A sign at the entry said it was closed for the season. They tried the door, which was locked, and went around the back of the house where there was a cemetery. The graveyard
dated all the way back to the Revolutionary War. They were reading the headstones, when a young girl of about 16 years old, wearing a Revolutionary costume walked past them from the
front of the house. The girl nodded a distinctive and courteous hello as she passed and continued on her way. My wife and her sister assumed she was one of the costumed girls who gave tours and nodded back. Then they realized they place was supposed to be closed and deserted, and looked out into the middle of the field where the girl had been. Well, she completely disappeared from sight! In broad daylight. When they looked down at the last
headstone they were reading, they saw it marked the grave of a 16-year-old girl who died during the Revolutionary War." - Frank Michaels

MASSACHUSETTS

"My former wife and her former husband used to live in a hundred-plus year-old triple decker brownstone in South Boston. It was an old house that sat at the end of a dead-end street. Many mornings she would wake up to hear teacups and saucers clinking and barely audible conversations going on in the parlor. She describes the sounds like those you might hear when you are just starting to wake up and you can hear a conversation in the other room but can’t quite make out the works. She would often hear these morning ‘tea sessions’ in her house but avoided mentioning them to her husband, until one morning when they were both lying in bed and the ‘party’ started up. She warily asked him ‘Do you hear that?’ To which he answered ‘Yes,I hear that a lot but never wanted to mention it to you because I thought you’d think I was crazy.’One nigh when her husband and her sister’s boyfriend had been out for the evening, she and her sister were lying in bed, almost asleep. They heard the front door bang open and footsteps
coming up the stairs. They turned to each other and said, ‘Oh, sounds like the boys are home.’ But when they both went out in the hallway to welcome their men home, there was no one
there!" - J. Sold JSold@blackwellpub.com

PENNSYLVANIA

"The oldest house in Nazareth, Pennsylvania, is the Whitfield House built in 1740. It is now a museum and also has a couple of apartments where retired clergy live. At the time of the "happening," my wife was a health-care worker whose clients included people staying at the Whitfield. One night, while doing up some dishes for her elderly clients, she went for the sponge
floating on top of the dishwater, when it suddenly dove to the bottom of the sink! Then she put her hands into the sink and the sponge would pop to the surface like a bobber. But she could
not pick it up! The sponge eluded her by diving or floating about the basin. She spent several minutes trying to "catch" the sponge, and finally, on her seventh try she grabbed it by keeping
one hand under the water and using the other to "corner" the sponge. When she told here clients what happened, they said, "Oh, you’ve met our ghost." They went on to relate many
other paranormal events including disembodied footsteps that started in the hall, stopped in front of their bed, and then walked away into the back of the house. Others, including guards,
have reported strange things that go on at the Whitfield." - Randy Gleason

WISCONSIN

"I wanted to share an experience that has left a mark on me since it occurred. In 1989 my best friend moved to a house in Milton, Wisconsin (Circa 1920's).  Almost immediately she complained
of hearing footsteps up and down the stairs that led to the bedrooms, and running across the lower part of the house.  She thought her house was being broken into, but no one was there
when she investigated. One one occasion I stopped by to see if she was home and left a few seconds later...my car lights were on (it was broad daylight)  I had mentioned this to her and she
said that has happened to her mother in law on a few occasions.  Another time when I was visiting, we were sitting around her livingroom with the shades drawn and I noticed a twinkling
light on her ceiling...I thought it was from a mirror or a reflection of some kind, we sat there and watched it for a few minutes, it danced around and vibrated until it finally slipped through the wood molding next to the ceiling. I also want to mention that things would mysteriously disappear around the house and most times would reappear in odd places.  She wore this old terry cloth romper in the summer when she was cleaning the house (it was not flattering!!)  One day it disappeared and she couldn't find it anywhere...in the fall when she was unpacking the Halloween box in a spare room in the back of a closet, she found her romper packed in the
bottom of the box under her children's Halloween costumes.  (I said "What does that tell you??") Also, when she was doing laundry in her basement, she would put a load of laundry in the dryer,
go back down to fold the clothes and find strange clothes in her dryer!!! She later found out that some of them were her neighbors that were on their clothes line earlier! The most memorable account happened on my birthday in 1991...she was giving me a permanent at her dining room table (which faced and was next to her stairway), we were talking and all of a sudden a small
blonde haired girl ran past me and up the stairs...she was approximately 9 years old, and she was wearing shorts and a tshirt...It was common children clothing so I couldn't date it to a
particular time.  I was stunned, but we knew no one would be up in the bedrooms when we went to check. My friend moved in 1992 in the spring and stayed with some family til the fall when she
found another house to rent...she shortly realized that the young girl had followed her. She just
recently moved to California and hasn't had any occurences...maybe the little girl found peace in
Wisconsin?" - Susan Greeney SGreeney@gmgw.com

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