Story 1
My name is Aubree. I don’t have a personal Facebook anymore. That’s why I use this goofy account
Hi all. I’ve enjoyed being added to this group and reading over some of your stories over my coffee this morning. I figure I have one I could share. Not sure what type of encounter this was.. I’ll let you decide.
When I was about 7-8 our family lived in an older rental in Leavenworth Wa. This house had a big tree in the back yard with an outbuilding right behind it. My dad built me one of those swings with a single line placed through a round piece of board. One day I was finished swinging and hopped off to run inside.
I heard a woman’s voice clear as day. Her voice was like a bell, just like the breeze moving through grass. She said my name “Aubree———-“ drawn out like a melody. I hope this doesn’t sound cheesy, it’s truly how it sounded. I turned back and saw an older woman sitting on the roof of the outbuilding.
She was barefoot and wearing ripped old jeans and a flannel shirt. Her hair was long and salt and pepper with waves. She was looking to the side of my off my right shoulder and as my eyes focused on her, she turned her and gaze to meet mine.
The second we made eye contact it felt like all the energy around us between her and I amplified. You know when you’re watching a movie and at the moment of an intense scene the camera zooms in rapidly? That’s what it looked and felt like.
When we made eye contact it was like getting sucked through a vacuum hose.. all that existed in that moment was her and I face to face. The space between her and I was probably 25-30’ but in that moment I fell like she looked through my soul… much closer.
I ran away scared to death and never played back there with ease again. I get chills every time I think of this experience. Thanks for reading.
Story 2
Last night I saw what was definitely a ghost. I’ve seen sm. Lights , felt what seemed like an animal jumping up on the bed but not an honest ghost. Last night I went to bed, cut the lights off and I always lie there for a couple of hours reading on my iPad.
After lying there about an hour my feet started getting cold so I rolled over on my side to pull the cover over my feet and legs. My husband was still in the tv room watching tv. When I turned back over to the position I was first in there was a man standing right beside me.
He had white hair and a beard. A white long sleeve shirt and brown pants. I couldn’t see below his knees as he was so close to the bed. But I could see through him. I screamed bloody murder. I yelled for my husband but as soon as I yelled it disappeared .
I thought my heart was going to bust out of my chest. Now I’ve called my self all kinds of a fool. I keep thinking why didn’t I say something to him. He wasn’t scary looking. He made no move to hurt me but he did reach his hand out toward me. I couldn’t go back to sleep.
Oh I almost forgot. I have a small dog that sleeps on the foot of the bed and he started growling. I don’t know if he saw the man or started growling because I was yelling. There was no pictures or video. But my nerves are shot. Thank you for listing to me, I’m not crazy.
Story 3
I've remembered a couple more experiences I've had. Here's the first one.
I lived in a flat in a house which had once been a family home with kitchens in the cellars and presumably a servant or two in the attic rooms. My flat was at the back and had been sealed off from the rest of the house.
After a while I noticed that things would disappear inexplicably and then turn up either in places they couldn't have got to by accident or where I had already carefully searched. It was usually important things line my bunch of keys or my wallet and I got wise to it, asking for them to be returned to me pronto PLEASE.
One evening I was preparing for a drive down to a particular field on a farm in south mid-wales where I would be meeting up with others for a camping and cycling holiday. It was years before mobile phones, Google maps or satnavs and as I was travelling solo, I wrote down the directions for the full journey in my own form of shorthand, ready to stick to the middle of the steering wheel, something I had done many times before.
I got most of it done then set it down in order to watch the news and the weather forecast. I put the book I was leaning on and the paper sheet with the instructions on down on the floor by my right foot, with the pen on the top.
Ready to finish it off, I picked it up again except the pen had vanished. I looked around on the floor, under the chair etc. but there was no sign so I got a pencil and finished off with that, them put it back down on the ground as before, pencil on top.
It was time to go to bed so I leaned down for the instruction sheet and there's both pen and pencil sitting on top of it!! Grrr. And then, did not the dratted thing come on holiday with me? One day it stole my keys but I laughed and waved my spare set and said "nice try". When I got into my sleeping bag that evening, my toes found my keys hidden right at the bottom.
Story 4
This isn’t really a ghost story, but it does have a spirit connected to it, I believe. My great, great, grandmother, Jane, was an Irish immigrant who came here during the Famine when she was 16. Her parents stayed in Ireland.
Her three older brothers and one older sister came also. She came into Boston, eventually married, and moved to Vermont. She never returned to Ireland, but the story has it that she never got over missing her parents or her native land.
She had always hoped to go back and be buried there, but it never happened. She was buried in Vermont. There was a huge flood, and the cemetery was swept away, including many of the dead. After the flood her remains were never found.
Her linage went from her daughter, Mary, to my grandmother, Sary, to my mother, Pat, to me. I never met her. She died before I was born. When I was a teenager I started having dreams about her. In these dreams she begged me to take her back to Ireland. The dreams got stronger as time went on.
Finally, I could ignore them no longer. When I was in my 20’s I finally booked a flight to Ireland. She had come from County Mayo on the Western Coast, and that is where I went. On a beautiful Irish summer night, when the sun does not set until almost midnight, I went to the beach.
I said to her, “Jane, I am bringing your spirit home. I know I carry it in me, and now I have brought you back to Ireland. Go in peace.” I suddenly felt very light and happy. I felt totally in tune to the natural environment around me. I knew she was gone from me.
I headed up to Donegal and then back to Dublin. I spent two weeks traveling around my ancestral land, and then came back to my native country, the good ole USA. Though I have traveled much, I have never felt any need to return to Ireland. I believe I delivered the spirit of my great, great, grandmother home. I am now 73 years old. I never saw her in my dreams again, and this is a true story.
Story 5
A true story from North Wales.
I was working on a friends house on the North Wales coast in Penrhyndudraeth, Gwynedd, it was a very old house overlooking the river and estuary nearby.
We arrived around midnight to get started early next morning. We entered the house and began to find our way around the building.
One room in particular was very cold and on entering our dog started to growl at the corner of the room by the window.. we closed the door, thought nothing more of it, and went to find our bedroom for the night..
On waking next morning we set about our work and awaited deliveries of materials. I was downstairs and my wife was upstairs.
I glanced up at the window to see a figure looking out and waved. I got No response , I waived again and saw my wife coming out of the front door.. We carried on working and the day went fast.
That evening we were disturbed by the dog barking at the door of the room where he’d been in the night before and again growling at the window.
That night I woke in the middle of the night to see a figure at the end of the bed, a young woman, in period dress looking at us.
I couldn’t see a full face but I could see her outline as she left the room. I put it down to a vivid dream. Again in the morning I could hear the dog growling at the window in the room.
I went outside to get some materials and saw a figure at the window looking out and returned upstairs to work.
I was in the room where the dog had growled and shut the door to install underlay, the door was closed and I started to install the underlay. It was an old wooden floor.
I felt a cold wind behind me and what I took for someone walking behind me looked around to see the outline of a woman walking through the door.
The door was closed.. I went downstairs to check with my wife if anyone had come to the house and she confirmed no one had been seen.
I looked up the window to see the young woman I had seen in what I thought must have been a dream.. old fashion dress and a hat looking down at me through the window.
We completed the work over the next two days and on leaving saw the neighbor to leave the key with. I asked who had lived in the house previously.. it had been empty for years until our friend bought it to restore.
“The sea Captain lived there many years ago and had a daughter he lived with who looked after the house while he was away at sea”
She had been waiting for him to return but he had died on a journey and didn’t return, Why do you ask ?
Oh it was just I thought I saw a woman here in the room upstairs looking out of the window
Yes, the neighbour replied it was very sad, the daughter had waited many months for her father the Captain to return and he had died on a trip away.
She would stand in the window to watch the ships come in hoping her father would return home.
It was Alice his daughter you would have seen in the window. Does she live near here ?
No, Alice died many, many years since, she died young, they say of a broken heart…I never told the story to our friend for fear of spooking them in their new house.
But I can tell you it was an experience I will never forget, not a frightening experience just an innate sadness of someone who was lost and was waiting for someone to return.