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 Reader Submitted Stories

If you submit a story and don't include a specific location, (or don't want it revealed)  it will be placed here.  All submissions welcome! First names only will be used and no email addresses will be revealed.

Joanne was nice enough to send me her unusual story:

Just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed your website.

I grew up in an extremely haunted house for much of my childhood, and would
like to write a book (or a website) about everything that happened.

The home I grew up in was a 1920's era clapboard home, and very well kept
by the original owners.  My father was into real estate and purchased the
home from this widowed woman, who was dying of cancer.  In the interim, my
father rented or leased it (or possibly carried a loan for them to buy it -
not straight on this, sorry) to what turned out to be some "hoodlum" types
- a quiet couple that often kept company with a lot of bikers and such.
They only lived in the house for a short time before my father took the
house back and kept it for us.  A few years later, I came along, and in
another few, my father left my mother with a handful of kids.

Anyway, growing up in this house, not knowing at the time the history that
I had just revealed to you proved very interesting.  I had numerous
disturbing dreams about men fighting each other, robberies (bank related)
and burglaries (homes, etc), suicides and murders that had taken place, and
often feeling as if I had somehow been an unfortunate "witness" somehow.  I
had woken up numerous times as a child trying to understand it all.

There were strange lights, flashes, noises, bangings, shadows that would
into the walls, sheets being pulled off my bed, cold hands that would grab
my feet, and items that would drop off the shelves unprovoked.  A few
times, it sounded as if someone had been poking around in the next room, as
if looking for a lost article.  The worst memory was when I was awoken to
the sound of motorcycles rumbling outside my room in the middle of the
night followed by the front door violently thrown open - and seeing a
bandana (the kind "cholos" or gang members wear) floating across my room.
There seemed to be a mixture of personalities - from violent to excessively
protective or motherly.

The events lasted half my life at that time - from the time I was 5, in
kindergarden (1970) until I was in high school (14-15) in 1980, just prior
to meeting my first boyfriend, who I stayed with for nine years.  Nothing
ever happened again after that.


I spoke to a psychic a couple of years ago who explained that the house had
had a very bloody history, that three murders had taken place there, and
that there was a lot of anger that was being played out.  One of the things
I was most curious about was why these events only seemed to take
shape/unfold around me, and not in front of anyone else in my family.  I
was told that I was the only one who could "tap" into their energy - that I
was able to connect with them, while everyone else seemed immediately able
to tune it all out.

It was certainly an amazing experience.  I never was able to find out about
the events that took place there -- but I did find out from prior neighbors
that a suicide had taken place there (something I had heard about while
living there, and had dreams about), and that the people who lived there
were indeed "crooked".

Thanks for a great website.

Thanks, Joanne!