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| Name: | ashley |
| E-mail address: | sassypacheco@yahoo.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.mysapce.com/pachecoserranodepuerto |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | on nights i always hear footsteps,and one night i heard something calling me.
since that im scared. thats when my friends and i started a ghost club. im getting facts about ghosts now. and i inderstand them better. sometimes they just want revenge and sometimes they just want to tell you that something is gonna happen but is not pretty to hear aghost telling you a story or something |
| Name: | eyore |
| E-mail address: | EB7002@hotmail.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | my name is eyore and every since i was about 9 i could see gosts... |
| Name: | CAROL |
| E-mail address: | THAPOOKSTA@AOL.COM |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | JUST AFTER MY DAD DIED IN 2001, MY MOM AND I USED TO SEE SHADOWS DOWN THE HALLWAY...I NEVER SAW AN APPARITION BUT MY MOM USED TO SAY SHE WOULD SEE DADDY WALKING DOWN THE HALL IN HIS WW2 UNIFORM....MY MOM HAS SINCED PAST AWAY AND THEY ARE BOTH BURIED IN GLADEWATER TEXAS AT THE GLADEWATER MEMORIAL PARK...IVE NOT SEEN MOM..AS YET...BUT SHE WAS VERY SICK AND IM SURE SHE WAS READY TO GO AHEAD AND PASS OVER..ANYWAY THIS IS A GREAT SITE..THANKS FOR ALLOWING ME TO SHARE. |
| Name: | Anthony Rivera |
| E-mail address: | hayabusaone@yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | Interested in Ghost hunting and investigations in fort worth area drop me a line if anyone is interested in getting a group together. i have some digital recorders for evp work as well as a digital camera.and a strong background in urban and wilderness search and rescue so im not afraid of the woods or the dark..lol.. |
| Name: | Michael Parrish |
| E-mail address: | natf2@yahoo.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://natf.gobot.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | I have an update to the Coombs Creek train trestle thats haunted by a little girl killed when riding her bike.....I went back finally....about a week ago....the trestle is gone, but there are still the supports standing so you can see where it once stood. I sang her the song as I filmed it with a digital cam. When I arrived at my mothers house, I let her watch it....she found the image of a little girl standing near the trestle...I saw her too...but when I downloaded the video clip to my computer and watched it....you couldn't see the same image.
I plan on going back...this time at night, all night. NATF |
| Name: | Vanesa |
| E-mail address: | V.tiger8@yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | Well, i have read some of the stories on you web site and they sound pretty good. But if anybody really wants to know the history of the hauntings of El Paso, Texas. You can go to your libraries, bookstores, and especially on the web and get the book. The name of the book is "Spirits of the Border: History and Mystery of El Paso Del Norte." And just to let everybody know that this book is the truth about our city. Especially of the school that they mostly talk about alot and that is El Paso High School. Cuz, part family and myself attended the school and weird things happened there. Hopefully you all go out and get the book and read it cuz you will really find it very interesting.
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| Name: | partypoker codes |
| E-mail address: | adsf@ADSFG.COM |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.the-partypoker.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | afg |
| Name: | Larry Paul |
| E-mail address: | lpaul5@earthlink.net |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | Thanks for the stories. |
| Name: | Michael Parrish |
| E-mail address: | natf2@yahoo.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://cdsdrywall.gobot.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | In the early 1980's in dallas, texas...I had to walk home from a party late one night. The home I was at was about a block from the coombs creek train trestle. I had no problems or worries walking around oak cliff at night, but when I got to that bridge every hair on my body stood up and I got the creepiest feeling that something, not someone, was waiting for me on the other side of the bridge. I considered climbing the hill and walking the tracks to the next main road and cutting back over to my street, but that was a long way to go...so I nutted up, looked straight down and started walking. The closer I got the worse the feeling got....It was like someone was watching me and waiting for the chance to pounce. It was the worst directly under the bridge (to this day I feel that if I would have looked to the right I would have seen her...But I knew nothing about the ghost legend at that time). When I finally passed under the trestle and got about 20 feet away from it, I heard a eerie sounding bell ring...BAAHHRRINNNGGG....BAAHHRRINNNGGG..., I looked back over my shoulder expecting to see a red light blinking on a railroad phone box or something, but saw nothing.The further away I got, the better I felt, and soon it was forgotten....till about one year ago..(2005)while doing security at a local Dallas hotel, I got into a conversation with a guest about the paranormal and they asked me if I had ever heard of the ghost of the little girl on coombs creek. I said no and she went on to tell me that a little girl had been killed by a train while riding her bike and she could be seen riding her bike on the trestle...and could be heard RINGING HER BELL!
The same chill I felt in the early 1980's once again became my spine. I plan on going back soon to see if I can expierience her again, and maybe help her move on. I've written a song about her in memory of her. be at peace sweety. Michael |
| Name: | paul w branner |
| E-mail address: | paulwbranner@aol.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | Greetings,
I hope all is well. I know I'm not going crazy but I have been seeing shadows since my second knee surgery(3/16). When I focus on any surface, in any room, I see shadows move. It looks more like impressions of people. This happens day or night. It seems here, where I live, there is more activity. When I go to other places, like the doctors office, there is less activity. At first, I thought it was the medication I was taken. Sure it did heightend my awareness but now that is not the case. I know I'm not losing it. Any feed back? Thanks-Paul |
| Name: | ROBERT WOODARD |
| E-mail address: | RWJANSERV@COMCAST.NET |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | ITall started about a month ago , at first it was just strang noises the garage door opening and closeing , the feeling of some one eighter standing over you or passing by you when thier was clearly no one else around .And then this ; one day while me and my wife was setting our web cam to monitor our home while we was going to be at work something happen i once again felt that some one was near me , but i knew that no one was close to me so i thought nothing of it; at least not untill i viewed the test take on my monitor. It was clearly a ghost that was caught on camera . I have sence slowed my camera speed down and it is a clearly a male . I have tried to print the image but has failed each time . "I NEED HELP" WHAT DO I DO NOW please e-mail me back |
| Name: | Kelly Wimberly |
| E-mail address: | grinnurse@yahoo.com |
| Name: | Spellsweeper |
| E-mail address: | radarr@spellsweeper.net |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.spellsweeper.net |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | My name is Radarr, I have lived with spirits as far back as I can remember. We have some with us even today. I have captured many photo's of what some call spirits in orb form, supercharged orbs, ecto and others, just around my home. I also have what may be a vortex in my livingroom. I have what is called sliders, "Street Light phenomenom. I think it is an accute form of kenisis. This kills batteries, cell phones, watchs and many other things. It can be resourceful but I'm not sure how since there isn't a big dammand for battery killers here. I have a veriety of unique gifts don't use any more. I started a new forum on my poetry web site for ghost hunters to come and share their work. We have photo galleries to use as well. I started all of this looking for answers as to why I live this life. Never is there an answer. IT was just meant to be. Anyway, BB/MM to all. Radarr |
| Name: | William |
| E-mail address: | willyg_usa@yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | I grew up in Baytown, Texas. the neighborhood i lived in was built on an old farm. Which is where i believe the activity came from. wehn i was living in that hous fro mthe ages of 6-9 is when the activity happened. The first thing i saw was on an early Saturday morning when i was 6. I was in my bedroom playing video games when i thought i saw my dog coming into my room when i went to look at my dog i saw a strage mist that looked simlar to a German sheapard(my dog was a mutt)it walked by me and int omy closet. that was the only time i saw that figure. The only other event that happend was that pictures frames would be found broken, after ww would come back from a adinner or a trip. Some time after i turned 9 it all stopped |
| Name: | clarissa |
| E-mail address: | lexi929@gmail.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | I know my house has spirits in it,I have seen a little girl,,my son has seen a man,and just the other night my daughter seen a lady with long bloned hair standing behind me..I don't know why they are here,I really don't care they don't bother us well they do hide my self,sometimes when we are sleeping they touch us or play with my hair,,the thing I want to know is why do white and pink tulips just show up over night,and some kind of red flower always appears in the back yard..are there people buried here,, thank you |
| Name: | Veronica Smith |
| E-mail address: | vizabeatnik@yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | I got all my stuff drug into Room #401 at the three year old Fairfield Inn and I went to use the bathroom and it felt like something was pushing me into the wall. So then, I just stood there for a few seconds to see what I could sense and my internal “ghost-o-meter” started going off. The way it effects me, my legs get wobbly, then I start getting nauseated, and then, my skin gets prickly. (I discovered this God-givien gift recently). So, then I KNEW there was a spirit in the room with me!
I got my tackle box that I keep all my toiletries in and purposely put it (it was closed and latched) on the bathroom counter and thought to myself “Let me see if this spirit is going to jack with me...” Then I went out to eat some dinner. I was gone around an hour or so. When I came back, I looked in the bathroom and the tackle box was WIDE OPEN. I was on the phone and my friend heard me freak out!!! I mean...it scared me! So she said “get a differant room!” So I went to the front desk downstairs and asked for a differant room and I told them that there is a spirit in that room! They were very accomodating and gave me a room on a differant floor on the opposite side of the hotel. When I went back to get my stuff...the spirit has then jacked around with the drapes! It pulled some of them off the hooks. I’m telling you...it wasn’t like that when I left!!! That was further evidence of a presence. Once I got moved into the new room, I went back and stood at the door and whispered to that spirit “you’re dead, you need to go to the LIGHT” and said a prayer for that spirit to be taken to the light by the angels. I felt something inside of my chest like I usually do when I say that prayer...but I don’t know if the spirit went or not. I wish I could have gone back in to see if it was still there or not. The thing is, I felt something very odd on the entire fourth floor. Something just felt wrong up there. The first time I got off the elevator, I felt it and my logical mind was trying to figure it out. So...it makes me wonder if there is more spirit activity going on there. I guess I’ll never know. |
| Name: | Veronica Smith |
| E-mail address: | vizabeatnik@yahoo.com |
| Name: | lou |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | i was taking a friend home one night. i was driving down (old manvel rd.) in alvin texas. i believe it was between 12:00 - 1:00am. as i was driving, and he and i were talking, we suddenly noticed a ball of light, (about the size of a socker ball) that zigzaged in front of us above the car but below the trees, then suddenly dissapered.it was a very dark road with lots of trees on both sides.we were both nervous about the area anyway.needless to say, i don,t drive that road at night anymore. |
| Name: | Mildred |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | I just have to say this is the best site i have found for the things ive been looking for. Keep up the good work everyone. AND MAY GOD BLESS. |
| Name: | Susan Collett |
| E-mail address: | suzyqq456@yahoo.com |
| Name: | stephen mendoza |
| E-mail address: | steevo_m@yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | Until about a year ago I lived in the Heights Area. I grew up in a the eighties. Supposably a man killed him self in the garage. Till this day you hear things in the night. One night (I was about 17) I heard what sounded like a bowling ball roll across the floor. My parents had bowling balls but they were secured in their bags. And no one lived upstairs we just used it as storage. The people before us in the 70`s turned the attic to a bedroomfor their 2 boys. One of them was playing with matches and cought the attic on fire. One was killed the other was burned badly till this day he wears a mask on his face. The attic to this day
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| Name: | stephen mendoza |
| E-mail address: | steevo_m@yahoo.com |
| Name: | Deidre |
| E-mail address: | dybarra_texan_12@yahoo.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | Last night, my friend's friend told me about this bridge out in Roanoke that, back in the 50s, a man hung his wife and daugter from so they wouldn't have to suffer since they had no money.My friends and I went last night and the guy we were with saw the little girl playing in the creek. The mother is said to haunt the little wooded area that is around the creek and has no face.We drove off the bridge and went into an unfinihshed duplex area. When we exited, my frind told me to turn around and look for headlights.I turned and saw some far off coming up the road. We went over the hill and came up again but when i looked, the headlights were gone. |
| Name: | The Saint |
| E-mail address: | stjohnj@sbcglobal.net |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.thesaint.com |
| Name: | Billy |
| E-mail address: | manstar411@hotmail.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | I almost died once! I saw an angel on the other side and wow!It was wierd
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| Name: | Nani |
| E-mail address: | nani26@hotmail.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | Just wanted to let ya know how cool is this site |
| Name: | Meagan Wood |
| E-mail address: | moonstar64@peoplepc.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | HEY JUST STOPPED BY TO LET YOU KNOW THAT I ENJOY & APPRECIATE ALL THE GREAT WORK YOU'VE DONE HERE;I LIVE IN THE NORTH EAST PART OF TEXAS(DALLAS/FT.WORTH)SO I TAKE A SPECIAL INTEREST IN SITES CLOSE 2 HM..OR IN THE STATE REALLY TOO AS I HAVE LIVED AUSTIN,HOUSTON & DOWN AROUND BRYAN/COLLEGE STATION AS WELL OVER THE YEARS BUT DFW IS HOME.I HAD A FRIEND THAT LIVED IN A HAUNTED HOUSE WHEN I WAS LIVING SOUTH OF BRYAN/COLLEGE STATION..I'VE NEVER WROTE OR SPOKE ABOUT IT 4 THAT MATTER IN YEARS,HOWEVER I WOULD SHARE IT HERE IF YOU COULD RESPOND TELL ME HOW IT WORKS AS IVE NEVER SHARED IT B4 & IT WOULD BE THE 1ST TIME IVE EVER PUT IT ONLINE...OKAY THEN,HOPE 2 HEAR FRM SOMEONE WHENEVER IS CONVIENANT & I'LL BE GLAD 2 TELL IT HERE.I CAN ASSURE U ITS 100% TRUE! OK WELL KEEP UP THE GREAT WORK,THANX ALOT MEAGAN |
| Name: | angelo |
| E-mail address: | jellymanjellyman@yahoo.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://none |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | does anyone know about stories in west portion of texas the seminole/el paso area i live in central texas but my grandma tells me stories oh and anything in the austin/san marcos/san antonio area thanks a million guys |
| Name: | J.R. |
| E-mail address: | RQEM@AOL.COM |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | Great site. I have visited here several times in the past. Am looking for an entry that was made by my wife several years ago about and event that happened in Ballinger at the city park. |
| Name: | Jonathan Dearing |
| E-mail address: | hemijon@yahoo.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.myspace.com/hemijon |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | The occurances in my bedroom started about a year ago. They are not as common now, though, I still do feel and hear some things that should not be there.
It all started on a cold November night in 2004. I had just crawled into bed and drifted off into a light sleep. not 30 minutes later, I woke up from this sleep all of a sudden. I remember exactly how I woke up, lying on my back stiff as a board with my hands by my side, because I never sleep like that. Somewhat frustrated that I would have to fall asleep again, I began to turn over when I realized I couldnt move and that the covers were moving. I focused my attention on the covers and thats when I saw them move up my body, come down on my throat, and begin to choke me. I then remember yelling in my head "STOP!" because I couldnt yell for real. When I did, all activity ceased, I threw off my covers, and slept on the floor in the living room. As is the typical role of parents, the next morning, my mother convinced me it was all a dream and that nothing could possibly be haunting the house. I believed her and nothing happened again...that is to say, for another few weeks. The disturbances came again at Christmas break. I was, yet again, in my bed asleep, when I awoke from my slumber for some reason. I knew I was awake because I could see my room and look around with my eyes, hear my tv, and feel my fingertips on the underside of my pillow. But, yet again, I was paralized by some unknown force. Thats when I saw it, the reflection a yellow figure streak across this poster I have framed. I then remember feeling these fingertips slightly touching my back. I finally, somehow, built up the strength and jerked my body around to see who, or what, was behind me. Nothing was there. Thats when I started to sleep on my bedroom floor. It seemed like the occurances halted as soon as I slept on my floor. By next weekend, however, the spirit was back and I was fed up. I knew I had to do something about this thing or it would never go away. Thats when I brought in a few friends on this. My friends have, ever since they were younger, always felt a weird presence in my house. The only reason it never scared them was because it never materialized. But, with the recent activity in my room, they have decided to help me figure out what it is. Our first step was to try to see what, exactly, was happening while I slept. So, armed with a video camera, two tv's (one for recording, and one for the xbox while the other guy was on watch), a digital camera, and a video recorder, we set out to capture the ghost (or whatever it is) in the act. What we saw was, to say the least, amazing. Even before we started recording, while we were setting up the camera, this bright orange orb floated past the camera. That is when we started taking pictures with the digital camera. And, in every picture of my room, an orb or several orbs appear. To make sure we weren't just working with a broken camera, we took pictures of the rest of the house and of outside. The only places the orbs showed up was in my room or around the outside of my room. Then, after I fell asleep, shadows sometimes showed up on the camera around me and sounds were picked up. This one especially scary voice whispered my name, "Joooooon," really long and drawn out. We even caught an orb or two on the tape. After viewing the tape the next morning, I knew I had to figure out what was wrong. I knew there was supposed to be some kind of abandoned cemetary that was built over in my area, so, I figured the spirit may be from there. So, I went to the tax assesment office for Chambers county to view a map of my area. It really didnt lead anywhere, just a few random graves that were about 200-300 yards from my house. But, they had markers and everything. And we found no initial evidence of spirits at those gravesites, though, we have not visited in some time. Then, with nowhere left to turn, we did something really stupid in order to figure this whole thing out...we consulted a Ouiji Board. I was once told that the Ouiji Board is the gateway to hell. And, unless someone else can show me how to properly use it, I will always believe that. Because, after use of the Ouiji Board, the ghost got more violent. Here is where my punctuation changes because, after me and a friend used the Ouiji Board, we were told that there were two spirits in my house. One was the spirit of a 6 year old little girl who was raped and murdered on my property by a 40-year-old rapist sometime in the mid to late 80's. The spirit of the little girl was the one who talked to me. She told me that she liked me, but, the rapist hated me and did not want me to be there. When I asked for a reason, she said there was none. Not that she didnt answer, but, she said there was no reason, he just did not like me and wanted me gone. I remember I did ask for a name, but, I cannot remember the name she gave me of either party. After I utilized the Ouiji Board, I never felt totally comfortable in my room again. I tried, but, failed at trying to find any recollection of a murder in my town around that time. At that time, the subdivision I am living in was not even under construction yet, so it would have been a wooded lot. Then, I decided that if I couldnt find out or solve what was happening, I would go to the bargaining table and try for a peace agreement. So, I did just that. I stood in the middle of the room and said out loud, "Look, I know this is your space and that you were hear before me, but, I need to use this space as well. So, if you leave me alone I will leave you alone and respect that you are here." This proved to be the single biggest mistake of my life. For, when I went to bed that night, the physicalness of the spirit climaxed. I layed down in bed feeling a little better that I had just bargained with the spirit and hoping that all activity would cease. I remember thinking this as I drifted off to sleep. Not even 20 mintues later, as I was in the middle of a dream, I started to wake up for some reason. Then I began to feel the fingertips on my back, very slightly touching as before. Then, something new, I heard a little girl crying. Thats what finally brought me all the way out of my sleep. I opened my eyes, realized I couldnt move, and said in my head, "Sh*t, not again." At that moment, I felt two had start to constrict my neck, choking me. As it did this, I yelled at the top of my lungs in my head, "STOP!" That is when the activity, yet again, ceased. I jumped out of bed, ran to my parents room and woke them up, short of breathe. I remember saying, "It tried to kill me. The SOB tried to kill me." The rest of the night, my father slept with me. During the night, in fact, it tried it again. But, my dad woke me up, thankfully. After that night, I slept in this gameroom we built in my backyard for over 3 months before I even dared to take a nap in that room again. I have since started sleeping in my bedroom again, but, things still happen. Footsteps can still be heard, chills down my back and spine, the feeling of being watched. And, just starting last night, this overwhelming emotion that comes from nowhere and leaves just as soon as you leave the room. It was so bad last night, I had to sleep in my sisters room (thankfully, she was at a friends house). This is where you, the reader, comes in. Please, if you have an information on what I should do, on the history of my area (I live in a place called Cove, TX. Its a city just outside of Mont Belvieu, that is just outside of Baytown, which is just east of Houston. I live in a subdivision called The Plantation), on the murder that may have taken place here, or any related stories that you may have heard about, please contact me at my email address: hemijon@yahoo.com; my myspace address: www.myspace.com/hemijon; or drop me a line here. I have heard stories about possesions in my subdivision, so, I think something is afoot here that goes beyond what we know and understand. Thank you for all your cooperation. Jonathan Dearing |
| Name: | Askme Later |
| E-mail address: | dassia2094@hotmail.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | I'd like to know if I just imagined this or if it could actually be true, please e-mail me or something with your comments:
I was driving from Ft. Stockton, TX to Alpine, TX. I had the radio on a station from Ft. Stockton, I thought I was just getting out of there so I had a pretty good signal when I saw this pretty wide and long stain of blood on the road. I would say, it had to be at least one yard width and maybe two yards long... I thought it was huge but I figured somebody accidentally killed a big deer and then dragged it out of the road or something (but the stain was in the middle). Then later I saw very clearly this small very white shoe, I got really scared, I slowed down but kept going, the music stopped completely but static kept cutting in and out on the radio. Then I think I saw a hand in the middle of the street, bleeding and bony, like the skin was kinda pealed off. I got really scared and then I saw like a person right in front of the car but it went away as soon as I flinched... i tried calling someone but the call wouldn't go through, I kept seeing this tilted car behind me with its right light brighter than the other one, static on the radio then all of a sudden a song "some voices just want to be heard" static again, and then the call went through, the car behind me dissapeared... and that was it. Nobody believes me... i wouldn't believe me either, do you think I imagined this? |
| Name: | Alexus |
| E-mail address: | Lexipooh79@aol.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://aol |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | I Was leaning againt my parents waterbed and staring at their closet because I was bord.Then all of a sudden I heard someone call my name in the closet.He said my name once.Then I Said Who's there. He called my name 2 more times. I ran out the door into the kitchenand said dad do you have a tape in the closet or are you saying stuff in a micraphone? He said no i'm not,why do you ask.Because somethings in the closet calling my name. I'll go check it out for you ok? Ok. So he went to the closet door and checked it out. But nothing was in there so he went back into the kitchen.I sat on the waterbed and stared into the closet again and the voice never came back again after that day. I am 11 years old and this happend 7 years ago. You may not believe this but this is true. |
| Name: | a.j |
| E-mail address: | wingy427@yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | onece i was with my freinds and we contacted spirets and my freind said did you feel that?we said no then the trash cans sarted shaking and we looked back and she sall red eyes. |
| Name: | luz lopez |
| E-mail address: | blackhearth16@sbcglobal.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | Im always wandering about things that go boomp in the night,is casuale for me.
Went I was 5yrs I saw the aparatione of my brother. who is actuly dead! |
| Name: | luz lopez |
| E-mail address: | blackhearth16@sbcglobal.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | I |
| Name: | luz lopez |
| E-mail address: | blackhearth16@sbcglobal.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | not bad! |
| Name: | Ellen K |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | This is a current event. My college student is a resident assistant at a university in the north Texas area. My student is down to earth, level headed and not given to fantasies. However, when the position started, the hall director had a very serious discussion about the resident ghost. It seems that a girl was murdered nearly 25 years ago. She usually wanders the halls turning on showers in the early morning hours, moving things she doesn't like to places where they can't move on their own and sometimes cryptically warning girls to be careful. Lately the ghost has moved to my student's floor. Showers have turned on spontaneously even after repairs were done that made the handles difficult to turn. Last night, while my student made rounds, a friend was in the dorm room using the computer and heard crying from the bathroom. Needless to say, both of them were rattled and right now all my student wants to do is find a way to get the ghost to leave them alone. Names of the alleged ghost, the dorm and the university can't be used due to litigation and restraining orders lodged by the girl's family. Any suggestions are gratefully appreciated. I don't know if I believe in ghosts or not, but at this point, there is something strange going on. |
| Name: | LOUANA |
| E-mail address: | LGOMEZ1972@AOL.COM |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | This Orb Location is in Houston Texas at the EastEnd Side of town
Close by Navigation ,right next to the Ship Channel Close to the Hidalgo Park Jw Peavy Dr St and 7000 Avenue Q Since its founding in 1927 at the Turning Basin, Hidalgo Park has been at the center of the East End's Neighborhood Best Orb Taking pictures is at Jw Peavy Dr St at the at the Turning Basin, by the Ship Channel, from my investigation, there used to be 1000's of workers who died at those old companies from an explostion or other reasons, If anyone goes by there you will see many old/antique broken down houses or stores,and Old Buildings/factories its a very deserted area, more looks like a small ghost town, best to go at night for ghost hunting or orb taking pictures |
| Name: | David |
| E-mail address: | truejew676@yahoo.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://none |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | I was wondering if anyone knew of the Haunted House that LBJ used to own? If someone could either inform me of its validity and/or its location that would be quite helpful. This house has been a legend for quite sometime and have always been interested in investigating it with my group. Please feel free to e-mail any information. Thank you. |
| Name: | Kimberly Heath |
| E-mail address: | dkfreebird@excite.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | I was priviledged to visit a large old farmhouse for sale in the town of Rockett,Texas. In 1995, I was drawn in by a new co-worker that I had yet to begin to work with. The woman told me in a conversation that she had a 3 story farm house on 10 acres for sale. We made a date and time in which to meet. It was Spring of '95, and I was intrigued by seeing the house, but when I arrived there in the late afternoon, I began to feel different things as we walked up to the house. We walked inside the entryway, and looked up the spiral stair case.......someone was walking above us. The owner explained that we were the only ones there! We began down the hall on the first floor, and as we passed each room, she would ask me to tell her what I felt or experienced and then she would tell me the history of each room. This house was the origional Rockett house, and she said that is was built in the late 1800's. I have never experienced as many cold spots, smells, sights, and sounds as I have looking at this house. It still remains fresh on my mind today. There were feelings of joy, sorrow, pain, and a feeling of fear that I cannot explain. I had cold spots that I hit as I walked in halls, and smells that wafted past me of powder and roses. I saw energy that surrounded areas and rooms of the home, and most was good. One was so wicked that my heart nearly pounded out of my chest! I felt that the spirits that were there wanted to know who I was, and why I was there. The very last room I went by, I could only go so far into. I was weighed down, and my feet not my will would allow myself to proceed.... It was a room off the entry that got dark as we arrived at the doorway. There was a feeling of pure evil here. As we stood in the door, something dark and small, with one of the worst smells I have ever encountered in my life came out of a back area of the room towards us. I thought that I would not make it out of there. I ended up running out! I told the owner that I had seen enough. As I walked out the gate that surrounded the home, I looked back at the house. In the 2nd story window, I told the owner that there was a man. She asked me to discribe him........He had bushey hair, and a thick mustache, and a suit jacked with a vest and a tie.....he was looking at me! When we got back to the womans house in Ovilla, Tx., She showed me a picture of the Rockett Family....I had seen Mr. Rockett. She also told me that she had many things happen while she and her family had been there cleaning. She told me that there was a huge history there, and told me what it was, and then told me that the evil that I felt was from a murder that happened on the property after it was no longer inhibited by the family. A teenage boy had killed and dismembered a girl in the same area of the dark figure and the smell.
I had to call the woman who showed me the house, because she no-called, no-showed me for work. I never saw her again. I would like all to hear this story.........I believe that the Rockett house is truely haunted, and that the history of this family had truely impacted or burnt itself in time. |
| Name: | robert harris jr |
| E-mail address: | robertharris2345@hotmail.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | there are things i could tell you were i lived that might make you think that i'm crazy or not because the town were i live it haunted and i know all the places nimtz hotel,the old hosptial on main street, a bed and breakfest near the city cemerty and so on and so on |
| Name: | Jason Thomas |
| E-mail address: | jt@bluevapor.net |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.bluevapor.net |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | This story happened to me two years ago, and it is my most recent "real life" ghost experience. I figured it would be neat to share it as we start the ghost portion of my website...
It was about three days shy of Christmas, and the Head Baseball Coach and myself were mulling about in the locker room preparing ourselves for the upcoming baseball season. We were the only two people in the building as all the lights were off and if we ventured into the main building from the locker-room then the main building's alarm would sound. We were behind a "secured door" (as it was secured with a padlock) and moving equipment around in the baseball locker-room. We were discussing various kids and baseball stuff when the "secured door" creaked open. When I say creaked I really mean it as it was way over the top like you would see in a scary movie. The strange thing was that there was still on one in the building, all the lights were off and for the life of me I don't know how it opened when it had a padlock on it earlier. A few minutes after that had happened the head coach decided we should make our exit for the evening. His wife was driving up to meet us for dinner and we figured it would be nice if we were waiting out back when she got there. As we passed the shower-room we heard this very faint yet quick tapping on something metal. It was a peculiar sound that we had not yet heard before. Myself being fascinated by this sort of stuff walked into the shower room to investigate. When I had gotten to the center of the shower-room I smelled the worst smell of my life. I had never before or after smelled this odor. I turned around to discuss it with the head coach and all I could see was the bottoms of his shoes as he was hastily making his exit. I decided to follow and we made it outside. Before long his wife came and we decided to go to dinner laughing off and explaining the whole thing away. However (and this is one of the more important parts of the story) when we left the school, we saw a blue light shining through one of the back windows of the school. We immediately dismissed it as a computer monitor left on by someone before leaving for the break. We spent a few hours going out to eat, and laughing off the whole experience with our conversation eventually drifting back to baseball. Upon returning to the school we saw something that both shocked and confused us to no end. The same blue light (which was previously seen at the back of the school) had moved. That same light now was floating in the third floor stairwell on the side of the school. (The light was previously scene at the back of the building on the second floor in a classroom). The fact to remember on this one is that there is no light bulb, computer or even an electrical outlet in the third floor stairwell. There was absolutely nothing there that could have produced that light. (Yes, I went back and checked the next day) Now we could have explained away almost every fact of the story with exception to the last fact. There was no way that blue light could have been there.. Oh.. And just in case your looking for some back story here. One of the ghost legends from this very old school is that a little girl in a blue dress drowned in the old pool over 30 years ago. Just in case you wanted to know.. (notice the BLUE dress) |
| Name: | Rob Clarke |
| E-mail address: | bigguns_131@yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | does anyone know how to get to the plantation home that is haunted. located outside of college station on ranch road 50? |
| Name: | SJC |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | in a little town in deep south texas called mercedes there used to be a fort on ohio street. it is now a elementry school, on the second floor things dissapear and lights turn on and off.in the audiourium people have heard foot steps when nobody is there. the most haunted place is bell tower. rumor has it that long ago somebody jumped off and died. now if you walk by you could see somebody standing on top, even though they put nails on the stairs.
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| Name: | SJC |
| Name: | Jenn |
| E-mail address: | jkrue5@yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | Me and my friend would like to go ghost hunting for Halloween. Does anyone know of any real haunted houses in and around the San Antonio area? I live in San Antonio and have been to the tracks. However I want to go to a real haunted house. Please email me if you have any ideas. Thanks. |
| Name: | Graham |
| E-mail address: | Gansonstudios@yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | I have a ghost story below, but I also wanted to ask if theres anyone from the AUSTIN TEXAS area who is interested in Ghost/Paranormal Hunting?
Would like to make friends in the area who are into the Paranomal. Big dorks? Yes! Who cares. This stuff interest me. Ummm... It would be best if responses where dudes. (No I'm not gay) I have a jealous minded wife. For me to have any (Girl) Friends -Even just friends makes her jealous. (thinks they are going to steal me away) But anyways. if you into paranormal stuff, email me. Well probably become good friends. And Stop being so MODERN! "This sucks, that sucks! " Get over it and stop bitching and just make some friends with people you have stuff in common with. |
| Name: | Graham |
| E-mail address: | gansonstudios@aol.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | I've always kind of just laughed at ghost stories, but still they fascinated me at the same time. How could ghost be real? Well since my experience, theres a lot more than ghost to worry about. Let me tell you what happened to me about a year ago. You can choose to believe me or laugh. It makes no difference. I am a stranger to you and I don't expect you to believe me. Although what I describe is exactly as it happened.
For many years, since 1996 I would awaken out of midsleep to see a cloud. I would find myself attacking it without knowing what I was doing. Well I have just thought it to be a chemical imbalance causing a sleep disorder which was probable. This cloud thing would appear every 5 to 6 months. My wife even began to see it at the same time. It was notorious for disspearing as soon as it was noticed. We both found it very odd. We moved from WA State, to Nasvhille TN and to Texas. Still this cloud would follow. Then one night the cloud did not appear. No. Something appeared, but it appeared in me. (I'm not really religious, but I get chills every time I write about it) What I mean, by it appeared in me is about something that possessed me. I got home from work at 9:30 p.m. I had to get up early the next day so I went to bed at 11 p.m. When I woke up, it was like NOTHING I have ever experienced. I woke up around 2 a.m. hearing a HORRID Screaming. An Absolutely Vile Vicious, hellish yelling, so scary that it would put any man in complete terror. I heard more screaming and frantic crying. I recognized the crying. I awoke to find myself yelling like a Demon and on top of my wife with my hands around her neck as she was shrieking with fear. My eyes were completely open, but I was not awake. It was not me. My wife said she got home about 2 a.m. from her job. She walked in. The room was not completly dark, but shaded. Before she came in the house, DOgs were surrounding our house and barking. She was already scared and felt something evil was about. She came in the room and saw me standing on the bed like a hunched beast with stone cold emotionless eyes. I have talked in my sleep before. Other languages and some small actions. She usually told me to go back to sleep and I would. She tried to tell me to go back to sleep. As she got closer, she said that I began to growl. The growl got deeper and deeper until she said that I jumped on her and began choking her neck as these horrid noises came out. When I woke, It felt like I had to fight something to regain control of my body. My voice was not my own. As I tried to calm my wife, My voice was scary. It was low toned and wicked. (Like the voice in Mothman Prophecies of Indred Cold) Eventually my voice came back and I began to cry uncontrollably along with my wife. We prayed all night long. We blessed the house with holy water. A couple weeks later I had a statue of apollo in my room. I woke up to see it's eyes bright blue. Talk about un nerving. I don't know why I have drawn this things attention. This demon or ghost. But it is very real and from that day forth, I think back and always remember. Nobody is FREE in this world from the eyes of the hidden. Don't think for one second that what your doing is not noticed by something lurking in a world where you cannot dwell |
| Name: | DAMIEN |
| E-mail address: | theloner@rock.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | The world is vast and explorative ceasing the already NOW existence of a declining civilization at the helm of conditioning.The spirits that halt our strengths, are at work today.Cloaked in darkness,they move at the stealth of a military or perhaps paramilitary secrecy.Contracting sizable energy through intervention of our senses against our knowledge.Entering a refuge through divine understanding of the "how to" network,they carry out their missions free at will.They come at will.And they exit.In this vast world of mystery,lies the chemistry that fullfills this destiny and the accounts are growing.My father used to tell me stories of a secret society known primarily as "the white apes". Made up entirely of washed up CIA agents who's paramount jobs was to explain the paranormal phenomenon of the "real world".As the stories grew and the records protruded this outfit of experts analyzed the facts against the whole. John J.Cosner was at the head of this outfit, and he was ruthless in his investigations and was never short on his detailed experiences in hand and in mind. "One day, while walking through a bright corridor while lit by an appendix of phosphorance lighting and a slight metallic edge, I noticed a shadow on the backdrop of a forest slide I found while sifting through my attic". Initially I thought this was some pigmentation on my glasses lense,but was shortright in my theory. I had noticed an anomoly.I soon began observing this shadow bounce and roll throughout my dimly lit sorroundings,resembling a fruit bat at play.IMMEDIATLY I phoned my investigations partner Larry Copeland to gain some insight to this "new" experience. Based on my compelling explanations and details of the news ,he was astounded and immediatly found himself in his rusted 1973 Buick swiftly headed in my direction. Awaiting his arrival I followed this object with a careful eye. When Larry entered some 25 minutes later he was surprised. But began to put the facts together that I had ingested some 100 micograms of LSD I had leftover from my psychedelic investigations. We celebrated the remainder of the evening in a trancelike state, Laughing giddeously like old farts. You see, John J.Cosner did see an anomoly,but that is not what the CIA or FBI would write in their reports. Rather than putting the facts together for the world to depict,they and certain "non believers" are the masked marauders that moved in stealth like form,trained and brainwashed, they capitalize...and 51% of the world follows.
............................................................ excerpts from "The Ape Dump Brigade" by Damien Williams. theloner@rock.com |
| Name: | Reynaldo Garza III |
| E-mail address: | rgarza3rd@juno.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | Cool Site!! I have a few experiences of my own. I've lived in more than one haunted home or apt, including my current apt. I've even witnessed the Legendary "La Llorona", and I can tell you...Its more than a legend..its TRUE! If anyone's interested letme know and I'll post a few stories.... |
| Name: | jess |
| E-mail address: | twotal02@yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | Hello well let see im a 21 year old female, in my eyes i see dark and white in all these stories i do belived cause it happen all the time for me. i see them but also conversate with them,im not crazy i just belived that there is open souls that havent found the right way to get home.when i was about six years old my grandfather died and ever since than i see things that i can't expalin i lived in san antonio and yes if you are reading this the ghost stories that people talk about are true. track. mansion.haunted hotel, donkey lady, i have two stories that i would like to share, when i was in 6 grade one of my close friends where haveing a sleep over party, and her older sister was telling us ghost stories well she decide to tell us about the dockey lady it's over by the track,when she was telling the stories she would say that the dockey lady would get you only in the dark, well when she know that there were many balloons hanging on the wall there was no way someone could have touch of them in about 30 sec i can say they all pop ever since that i had to go to counceling cause i could sleep in the dark i would see a man in my mirror black hat black suit and that was crazy, another story is where i live ive been here for about 21 years my house has ghost they don't bother us but when do end up going out town things move around, when i sleep you can feel the bed going down if someone laying beside me, little girl and two older guys i think i the two older guys are brothers becuse they died when they were born. tv turn on by them self radio air condition, it's crazy but it cool i guess i can say some one always have gardin angel or someone just wants to be nodice. |
| Name: | Josh |
| E-mail address: | joshua.hull@ttu.edu |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | A bunch of my friends and I have decided to take a weekend ghosthunting trip in the West Texas area. If any of y'all know a few good places to check out between Amarillo and Abilene I would love to here from you. Just e-mail me. Thanks. |
| Name: | Narsi |
| E-mail address: | ecacofonix@gmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.granitesource.in |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | Well, this is not about paranormal activity in Texas, but in a city calle Chennai down south in India, and hence I am not sure if it is appropriate to post here...
To cut a long sroty short, there have been funny sightings and interesting stories that border on the paranormal out here, but well, folks put it down to bad eyesight or bad hearing, Hmmph... It is good to see a site for such phenomena for Texas All the best Rgds NS |
| Name: | Betty Heitsch |
| E-mail address: | cbheitsch1@olypen.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | This Old Senior needs help. I have an OLD oak marble top printers desk (THAT OLD NEWSPAPER PRINTERS USED) HAMNILTON, MADE IN TWO RIVERS, WIS.
WE SENIORS ARE LOOKING FOR A BUYER AND ARE ACCEPTING BIDS ON IT. CALL 512-332-0465 OR E MAIL -cbheitsch1@olypen.com Thank for your help. Betty. |
| Name: | serene |
| E-mail address: | sereneroot@yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | This happened in my parents house, where the lady that once owned it died of a heart attack. My mother would always tell us that when we were kids and went to school, she was alone watching t.v she would hear the windows crashing and the pots and pans falling on the floor. She of course would dismiss it and would ask out loud if "she" would like a candle lit. Every year my mother has lit a candle for "her" and no occurrences would happen to her. One day I had dropped my daughter at school and went to my parents house. My mother was asleep and I decided to take a nap as well. Well all of a sudden I heard the front door open thinking it was one of my brothers, I heard the footsteps from the door to the kitchen. I called out his name but no answer, then at the end of the bed i felt the bed nudge as if someone or something was moving the bed. I looked over to see if my mother was trying to get up but she was sound asleep. I peeked from under the covers at the edge of the bed then it suddenly stopped, nobody around. When I told my mother she said it was the old lady just letting us know she was there. I had never experienced something like that and always dismissed what my mom was saying back then about the previous owner. |
| Name: | tina gallo |
| E-mail address: | tinagallo@sbcglobal.net |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | My Aunt Matt( short for Matilda) lived in Galveston during the 1900 Storm. Shortly after the storm she became pregnant with her first child, a son. As they did not perform C-sections then as now, the doctors gave her husband a choice , her or the child. He picked her. As a result the baby was taken piece by piece from her. She never had any more children after that. I found her dead Thanksgiving morning 1961. After I became married she would come to me if I were to have a miscarriage , there were 5. When I became pregnant with my 2 girls she came to me and smiled |
| Name: | Josh |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | BOB MARLEY Music SUCKS! |
| Name: | amy livette |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | this site is total crap,absoutely unbelivable,and totally unimportant,can't believe people actually think up this stuff.YEA RIGHT ,BOB MARLEY VISITED MY ROOM .....GET REAL......THATS WHAT THE USE OF DRUGS EXCESSIVELY DOES!DUH. THE SIMPLE CURE IS A HOT BATH AND A FEW HEAD PILL. |
| Name: | Emily |
| E-mail address: | venus_Envy08@yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | I have been at my current job for aprox. six months. The office I work in is in a a very old part of town, and the structure itself is also old. Ever since I began working here I have felt strange things, electricity in the air, that feeling of eyes on you. So I decided to investigate the history of my building. I could not find much information on the address itself, but did discover that in 1796 the entire 300 block of Main Street (which we are on) burned to the ground one night. I could not find any information stating deaths and or injuries in this fire, for all I know there were none. However it was said that when the town rebuilt they did so in brick, the same exposed brick I see on my wall as I write this. This brick has been standing since that fire. Anyway, after becoming frustrated that I couldnt get much information on the actual building, I got caught up in work and more or less tried to blow it off. Then I started noticing strange things. Sounds of someone walking around, when I am the only one present. Sounds of keys jingling. Dimmer switches for lights going all the way down for no reason and then all the way back up. Doors turning up shut when I wasnt around to shut them. Doors opening back up after I tried to shut them. Earlier this week I was away from my desk and heard a crash, came back to find my waterbottle has been knocked over, it's contents soaking my paperwork. I had been nowhere near it at the time, neither had anything else. Some things will not be there when you go to look for them and then there 5 minutes later. I tried to tell myself that I was just scaring myself, and hearing things, until last Friday. I was walking down the hallway to the conference room at the end of the hall, I reached out to open the door (which has a glass panel in the center of it) and as I looked up from the doorknob while the door swung open, I saw a man, slightly taller than I am, standing right behind me. Most of his face was obscured by my head and it happened so fast I questioned whether or not it had just been my imagination. Well, I had never dealt with anything like this before so I asked my husband to come give me his opinion, telling him no specifics so he wouldn't be influenced. He said he felt an intense pressure, especailly in the back hall near the back door, (I have also felt this, it feels like someone doesnt want you to leave). He also saw something move from one side of the room to the other while he was walking past an office. I am not sure what do about this presence, should I try to talk to it? Should I ignore it? Should I cleanse the area? I am literally clueless when it comes to this kind of thing. I am one of two people that works in this building at any given time, and I uaully spend most of my time here alone. I would really like to know what to do so I can be comfortable sharing space with this energy. |
| Name: | milbrey |
| E-mail address: | milbreyz@yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | I lived in the counrty when i was about ten years old,outside ft,worth texas,it was a cow farm,one night my two sisters and i were going to sleep ,we all three slept in one bed,i was the oldest, we were falling asleep i felt something fall on the foot of the bed,then i felt it moving, it was not windy out,so i throught it could be a tranular, so i raised up a little to look and see, and i saw a long hand crawling with the fingers, toward us!i woke up one of my sisters and she saw it too, we both covered our heads and started scremming, our dad came running in and he didn't find it, the hand has droped of the bed right before he came in. we told him about it, my dad told the owners about it the next day, he knew of it and hoped that it wouldn;t bother us, of couse we moved from there soon after! |
| Name: | milbrey |
| E-mail address: | milbreyz@yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | I lived in the counrty when i was about ten years old,outside ft,worth texas,it was a cow farm,one night my two sisters and i were going to sleep ,we all three slept in one bed,i was the oldest, we were falling asleep i felt something fall on the foot of the bed,then i felt it moving, it was not windy out,so i throught it could be a tranular, so i raised up a little to look and see, and i saw a long hand crawling with the fingers, toward us!i woke up one of my sisters and she saw it too, we both covered our heads and started scremming, our dad came running in and he didn't find it, the hand has droped of the bed right before he came in. we told him about it, my dad told the owners about it the next day, he knew of it and hoped that it wouldn;t bother us, of couse we moved from there soon after! |
| Name: | Amanda |
| E-mail address: | ami2gd4you@yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | I just moved to Houston, Tx. I was wanting to know if there were any houses or places to go to that are haunted. I've seen and felt the presence of ghost, but I would like to go somewhere that will scare the Hell out of me. |
| Name: | Rory Laubscher |
| E-mail address: | rorytech@gmail.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | I was working in the building adjacent to the Old Jefferson Davis Hospital. It was about 11:30 to 12:00 noon. I was interviewing a probationer when I heard a woman walking down the hall. Nothing peculiar about it except that she kept walking and walking and walking and the sound of her walk never diminished with distance. I was wondering to myself was she going up the stairs or out the door. It wasn't until after my interview with the probationer that I realized that I had just experienced something paranormal. Recalling the sound, it was a echoing sound of a woman walking on tile floor with possible high heals. Others who have worked there have reported seeing, hearing and smelling paranormal things. |
| Name: | Chuckie |
| E-mail address: | Ghostrgay@hotmail.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | WHERE IN THE FUCK IS MY TRUE ALIEN STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I NEED TO REPOST IT SO MORE PPL CAN READ IT ALRIGHT AND I WANT IT CUZ IT WON THE NOBLE PRIZE.
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| Name: | JP |
| E-mail address: | guynamedjohnpaul@sbcglobal.net |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | my friends and i went out last halloween (2004) to go ghost hunting or whatever. Baytown, TX had this old school..Wooster School House...Field trips were usually spent there in 4th grade. We decided to check out. Upon arriving, we checked the place out. We weren't having much luck, until my friend was walking back to the car and told us to shut up. So we did...and we heard 2 girls screaming and chains being dragged. We felt like we had to stay. So we walked around back, and looked up. There was a window at the top. I had the flashlight, Kent had the camera, and Rachel was holding onto me. The light went on the window, and a face was staring back at us. It happened in a matter of a few seconds. The curtain was being held back and then dropped...but not before Kent got a picture. When we got it on the computer...all you could see was a white, orbish thing right where we saw the face. Email me and i'll let you see it! |
| Name: | margie chapa |
| E-mail address: | mchapa@elisd.org |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | my family and I went to san antonio texas for vacation. we went to the tracks because my youngest son was very curious. we put our car behind the tracks and within a matter of seconds our car was rolling down the small hill. we were amazed and thrill! we found fingerprints among other things. we tool pictures and got them out today... on them, we saw faces, initials and stuff we didn;t see before. wow! what an experience!!! |
| Name: | Jennifer |
| E-mail address: | Sweetnsourtxchic@aol.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | this is an awsome site but you need a spell checker because these people can't spell worth a crap |
| Name: | jennifer |
| E-mail address: | sweetnsourtxchic@aol.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | This is a great site but you need a spell checker cuz most of these people can't spell worth a crap |
| Name: | Leilani Barratt |
| E-mail address: | leilani.barratt@tesco.net |
| Name: | Brandi |
| E-mail address: | brandi.baize@navy.mil |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | I grew up in West Texas in a little town called Sonora. We would go camping at the river in Camp Allison. One night we were there, and we heard a womans voice calling for her children. We got up to go see if she needed any help finding them. As soon as we got outside we saw a red lantern light floating in the air but no one was holding it. Turned out that it was the spirit that walks up and down the river beds in central and west Texas calling her children that had drown many years ago. After the drown she hung her self from a treen in their front yard. They called her La Llerona |
| Name: | R. |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | I came across this site while searching for some proof that a person by the name of Frank Osborne (Osbourne?) ever had any connection with a property on the 800 block of Haynes Ave., Ft. Worth TX, 76103 (I think it's known as "S. Haynes Ave.", now). If so, it would have been between 1880? and 1926? I'm no longer sure about the dates.
After searching some geneology databases and web sites related to Fort Worth history and vital statistics, I've had no luck so far placing any person or family by this name at this location during this time period. I also can't seem to find a site that can help me with info about the house itself without charging me $ or requiring a personal visit to the Ft. Worth Library (I live in another part of the country now). I thought I'd be more likely to get some info here than on a geneology site because this all stems from a dream I once had when I was about 5 or 6: I had a vivid dream of being in the back yard of that house (I lived there from birth to about 9yrs. old). The yard looked exactly as it did in reality, except that in the dream, there were two headstones by one of the pecan trees in the yard. They were side by side; the first stone said: Frank Osborne (Osboune?) 18(80?)-19(26?) I can't remember the name of the other guy next to him or the months/dates on the stones anymore. To my knowledge I'd never met or even heard of these names before, so I tried to blow it off as just an unusual dream until just a few years ago. During a phone conversation with my sister, I found out she'd once had that same dream as a kid, too. She'd also blown it off as nothing, and never said anything to me about it until we started reminiscing on the phone about the house we grew up in. Unfortunately though, she can't remember any more of her dream than I can of mine. Not as exciting to read about as an actual encounter, I know, but that's all I've got. I know this site isn't about dreams *or*geneology, but I don't have the resources to do any heavy-duty researching, and hoped someone reading this might have some info on him (or the area). I'm not sure when the house was built, but possibly dates to around the early 1920's. If anyone could give some help on this, or has info on other websites to visit, please post it on this Dreambook; I'll check this site often. I'd love to put this to rest one way or the other. Thanks! |
| Name: | test |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | test |
| Name: | Melissa Juarez |
| E-mail address: | pink_78666b@yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | Here goes my ghost story. I have no choice but to believe in ghost because of an experience i encountered when i was about 8 yrs old. I woke up needing to go to the bathroom and i always woke up my mom just to let her know. Well, on this one night i walked down the hall to wake her just to let her know i was going to go to the restroom when she didnt wake up. I decided to just go back to sleep as I always did when she didnt wake up. As I left her room and back down my hallway a small dark,dirty little boy I believe grabbed me by my waist and didnt let go until i screamed like any other little girl would. As soon as i screamed whoever he or maybe she was let me go and i ran into my room. My mother awoke and ran to my room asking what was wrong. After I told her what happened, she searched our house and found nothing. My dad had thought maybe I slept walked that night but sleepwalkers dont remember what they do. I remember till this day. I still dont have any clue what grabbed me either. Scary, huh? |
| Name: | cripp creeper |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | hey waz up cuz eastside |
| Name: | Darth vader |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | Do you believe in ghost stories? were do you believe people go when they die? Some super natural things have been occuring in my neghibor's house i see lights in their back yard when i know they are all in the house. i hear spooky voices speaking in other languages its weird... |
| Name: | darth vader |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | My friend brady and were at our friends house we heard moaning up stairs! we thought it was just ryan messing with us but he was in the basment. we slowly went up to the atick tured on the light we saw... it a blue light coming from the window! just as quick as we saw it disapperad |
| Name: | psychochixmom |
| E-mail address: | psychochixmom@aol.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | Love to go graveyard stompin' and ghost huntin'...only problem is been and done all we know...need help finding sites in and around Montgomery County...any ideas?
Thanks!!! |
| Name: | Selena |
| E-mail address: | Lewisselena@yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | Hi, my name is selena and i have been seeing ghost since age 11. My story takes place at Spring Shadows Place retirement home. I was working as a security officer late one night when the supervisor stop by and ask that I call her when i needed a bathroom break. I thought to my self, "why would i tell someone when i need to go!". Well, I wished i would have. It was around three a.m. when mothernature called. I proceeded to enter the gameroom and locked the door behind me. The restroom is actually located in the back of the library so i went in locking that door as well. While in the restroom i begin to hear whispers on the other side of the door. At that moment i froze. As i grabed my radio to call for help the door started to shake violently. I push the door to keep it closed. As my hands were pushing the door inward I begin to feel it pushing back. Now hears the creepy part! The door actually bent in the middle creating a large bubble. At that time my dispatcher's voice came over the radio and the event stop.
I notified my supervisor about the event and she decided to hang out with me and make some patrols. While Capt. Vela and myself walked the back of the property, we started hearing footstep in the grass behind the home. As we sped up, so did the footsteps. Soon we were running as fast as our feets would allow and the footsteps were right on the side of us. Let's just say, I never worked that property again. I hear that two officers patrol that property at a time now. All whom have worked at this location have reported sightings and strange smells. For more info. on the property just email me. |
| Name: | unknown |
| E-mail address: | lil_chevy_chick89@yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | Hi i went to San Antonio about 2 weeks ago and i was wandering if anyone has ever heard of ths place where i think it's where these little kids died on a bus crash and supposebly on the train tracks and they told me if your car dies or you turn it off and put powder on your window that the little kids hand prints will eventually start appearing on your window i thought that was very interesting and i wanted to share it with everyone else. |
| Name: | Yolanda |
| E-mail address: | antihero496@yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | I happened upon this site not too long ago, and after reading everybody's experiences, i've decided to share my own. I live in San Antonio's southwest side with my family, and our house isn't too old (probably built around the late 70's or early 80's) and our neighborhood used to house a lot of retired army vets and other people that worked at the air force base that's nearby. Anyway, enough of that. The first time i ever experienced anything in my house, was about two years after we had moved in. i was about 8 yrs old and when i was walking in the hallway to the living room, i noticed a dark figure in the corner of my eye walking into my parents room. my 2nd experience was when i was about 10 yrs old. i was asleep in my room and i could hear what sounded like a baby crying underneath my bed. I've experienced a lot of things in my room, from feeling someone sitting on my bed to someone stroking my hair. Another wierd thing about my room is that when i was about 11 or so, my sister and my cousin got a glow in the dark crayon and started drawing stuff on my walls to scar me since i scare pretty easily. When i saw these things, i got a rag and cleaned my wall VERY thoroughly, and shortly after that my walls were painted, yet still, i see streaks of the glow in the dark crayon, and from time to time, the streaks seem to change shape. it freaks me out cuz we must have used like 2 layers of paint, and it's also lead-based, and that should have completely covered whatever was left of the crayon. things kind of quieted down until after we got our computer in 2001. whenever we were sitting at the computer desk, which is located in my brothers room, and the door to my brother's room was open, we could see a white cat running in the hallway from the corner of our eye, regardless if we were using the computer or not. (what makes this even wierder is that the people that lived in our house before we did had a bunch of white cats, and they were all in what is now my room, which is right next to my brother's room.) i also hear footsteps in the hallway late at night, but i would usually dismiss it as my mind playing tricks on me. I was still a little scared and later my suspiciions were validated when my dad had an experience of his own. He said that when he was falling asleep, he could hear someone walking very slowly in the hallway, and it sounded like if they were dragging their feet, which is what my grandfather( my dad's father) would do when he was alive. he heard the footsteps going into the hallway and into his room (mind you, the door to my parents room is always locked) and stop right in front of my dad's side of the bed. my dad said he tried to reach out and touch whatever was standing there, but he said that he couldn't move and after a little while he opened his eyes and there was nothing there. after that things went back to normal until about a week ago. me and my sister were in my room, talking when all of a sudden we could hear footsteps in the hallway. i started hyperventilating and my sister told me to calm down and i told her to open the door and see what it was. she went to grab the doorknob and when she barely touched it, the door closed firmly by itself. That's about it for now, if anything else happens , I'll be sure to post it! |
| Name: | Brent |
| E-mail address: | tomcoug911@hotmail.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | i live in tomball texas and decided recently to start ghost hunting well on my 3rd night of my new hobby, i have seen what i believe to be a full body apparition. me and my friends decided to go to this cemetary which has been shown in the houston chronicle recently to be the 10th most haunted place in texas, so we went there with camera's and flashlights ready to try and contact someome. After seeing what we believe to be orbs moving towards a certain spot, i walked closer to it and saw what i believe was the outline of a man sitting on top of a gravestone, i thought it could be an angel statue on top but when i turned the flashlight towards that area. there was nothing there. i wasnt scared, but i feel i made a leap in my personal ghost hunting hobby |
| Name: | carrie |
| E-mail address: | cwimberley3@aol.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | This may not be the right place to share this story but here goes anyway. This story is about my Grandmother. She past away in October,2004. Let me briefly tell you a little bit about her. She was a devoted wife,mother,granddmother, and most importantly christian. She never judged a soul,would speak her mind and was always open-minded. My mother was her primary care-taker from the time my Grandfather died in August,2000 until the very minute she died. Needless to say, after my "Ma" passed on my mother was devastated and lost. Then on Christmas Eve my mother recieved a phone call from a long time friend named Sandy.She wanted to know if she could come and see my mother. Well of course my mother agreed. And when she arrived she was carrying a gift bag. She went inside with bag in tote, but hesitated to give it to my mother. After making small talk for about 45 minutes,Sandy who I might add did not believe in the after life began to tear up. Then told my mother of the events that proceeded this visit.
While shopping one day she said that she had a strong almost overwhelming need to go to the material department.Upon arriving there she went directly to a specific material and picked it up,after reasoning with herself for a few minutes she put it back on the shelf and went home.That night she was visited in her dreams by my grandmother who was aggrevated with her although she did not understand why. The following few times she went shopping she found herself holding the same material as before. Finally one night my grandmother made it clear to her what she wanted. She was to make my mother a blanket for Christmas. Sandy went back to the very same store and looked for the material that she had so many times held in her hands to her avail it was no longer there and upon asking the saleperson to her suprise the material had never been on the shelves in that particular store. So, Sandy went on a hunt for the material finally finding a simular one about 150 miles from home. She made the blanket and pondered on how to tell my mother about the signifigance of it. The night before she was to take it to my mother she was again visited by my grandmother, this time she was very pleased and asked if she would tell my mother that every time she wrapped herself in this blanket that Ma(moms mother) was hugging her. My mother was very deeply moved by the story she had just heard,then she took the blanket out of the bag and to her amazement it had red birds on it. That was the clencher for my mother because you see, my grandmother had collected red bird figurines all of her life although unknown to Sandy. That night Sandy had another visit by Ma, this time it was different than the times before. My grandmother was waltzing with my grandfather and just winked at her as my grandfather twirled her around the floor. She called my mother the next day and told her about what she had seen that night. Again to my mothers astonishment she relayed the events that occurred hours before my grandmothers passing. Ma had asked my mother to play the song that she and my grandfather had waltzed to some 40 years before. My grandmother is indeed as strong in death as she was in life. My mother has sense been able to deal with her mothers death with the knowledge that even in death she will always be there for her. |
| Name: | carrie |
| E-mail address: | cwimberley3@aol.com |
| Name: | Frances |
| E-mail address: | blueeyedcowgirl1970@yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | My parents lived at a house in Waller County, Texas that was said to be haunted by it's previous owner. Apparently the old owner, an older woman, had died of cancer in the house. The house was set up a little different because of an add on. The living room was in the back of the house looking out on a pond and the bedrooms and bathrooms were at the front of the house. My mom had told me the story when they first moved into the house and I really didn't pay much attention to the story. Well, one night I got to meet the previous owner. I was sitting in the Living room with my Parents, Husband and Son when I saw a figure walking from the bedroom to the bathroom. No other person was in the house when this occured. I was very startled and turned to my mom and she siad "You saw her didn't you? She's just taking her evening walk." My Husband and Brother had seen her on several occasions as well. My Parents had also said that the lights would flicker on and off but never short out. And the back bathroom next to the Living room was always cold and had a very strange feeling. |
| Name: | Norma |
| E-mail address: | nozenna@yahoo.com |
| Name: | CYANOSPHERE |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | Thanks!:) |
| Name: | Ian McCormack |
| E-mail address: | templar450@yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | i had a first not really a sighting but a voice a year ago, my grandfather passed away a few years ago, he died of lung cancer, i was sitting in my bedroom in austin with my radio on. i was just listening and i didnt like the song that was on, and i had read about EVP before and i thought it might be fun to try it out. i switched to an undefined channel, turned the volume low, and turned my tape recorder on. i quietly asked "is anyone out there?" i waited a moment and i heard a young woman say "yes" i sort of freaked. but i continued "i am looking for someone, what is your name?" "shirley" i asked "shirley, do you know of a byron keifer?" she said to hold on. a few minutes later i heard "hello" it was very very low, he was very weak when he died. i asked "is this byron?" "yes, and this is?" "ian your grandson, would you like to hear your daughters voice?" "yes" i got my mom and she just shook her head in disbeleif, she couldnt hear a thing. i said goodbye and stopped the tape. it was quite nice talking to him. my mom was angry at me for telling her that i was speaking to her father. i couldnt figure out how to cocvert the tape tape to digital so i could put it on computer. its probably just rotting in the garage somewhere |
| Name: | victoria lerma |
| E-mail address: | gabi_angel11@yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | I Love Abel Gomez. I love him so much
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| Name: | Emi Sischo |
| E-mail address: | horselover5554@yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | There are alot of spirits in my house, but I will tell you about 3 experinces. The first one is when I was in my room all alone and a little girl was standing in the corner with her head tilted down alittle. She was there for about 10 seconds. The second experince was when I was going in the bathroom I happend to look in the bathtub and I saw ghostly feet bound with wire. The third experince was when I was alone in my house and I turned off my computer and the tv was off also. I looked in the screen of the computer (the tv was directly behind me) and I saw that litle girl stare at me when she walked in front of the tv. Well that is all I am going to tell you for right now. To here more please contact me at horselover5554@yahoo.com |
| Name: | jennifer palacios |
| E-mail address: | dreamgirl123@aol.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | hi
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| Name: | Rick |
| E-mail address: | rickyolivares27@hotmail.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | Hello everyone out there, I wanted to share my story with everyone out there. I worked for a mental health facilty in Laredo. One night I was working the graveyard shift in a group home were a patient often would talk with someone named George. George was a playful spirit because he would turn on and off lights, tv's and open doors or close them. One night as I was mentioning I was checking up on this patient because I could hear her fighting with someone of course the only voice I could hear was hers. So I walked into her room to see what was going on and she stopped talking to George. I asked her what was wrong and she told me that George had a new friend and her friend wasn't being nice to her. I told her to stop making up stories and go to bed. She told me that George was standing behind me and I turn around playfully and told George to go to sleep. I left the room and went into the office to begin filling out shift reports. Around three that mourning I heard someone move very fast though the hallway. As soon as I heard that noise I checked who it was because no one in that building could walk. The clients in that group home were all wheel chair bound. So as I was walking back to the office I saw a huge shadow on the mirror on the wall facing that clients room. I counldn't believe my eyes so I checked up on the patient no one was the room with her. Thats when I turn all the the lights in the building. But that wasn't it the blinds on the window next the office began to move as if someone was running their figure up and down. The next mouring the incoming staff found me in front of the building I didn't want to go in the building anymore. I explained what had happen that night to other staff and everyone had something to say about George. I never went back to work at that group home again. |
| Name: | gustavo alvarez |
| E-mail address: | eltavo67@yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | HI. VERY SOON I'M VISITING EL PASO TX. I NEED INFORMATION OF HAUNTED PLACES CLOSE TO CIUDAD JUAREZ. I MEAN, CLOSE TO THE BORDER. I'M FROM SAN DIEGO. THANKS. |
| Name: | Annonomous |
| E-mail address: | yourname@aol.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.lfcisd.net/lfhs |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | Los Fresnos,TX-a small town on the way to the nation wide known "South Padre Island".Los Fresnos is home of the Mighty Falcons!!!So, down to my scary experience...It occured last year October 13 when I was at Los Fresnos High School picking up my sister from cheerleading practice, I got off went into the gym and asked her if she was done practicing, but she wasn't, so i headed off to the weight room, and lifted weights for about 8 minutes, then I noticed a guy weighing himself on the scale(a manual scale-like at a doctor
s office) and asked him who he was, he just looked at me with a blank face, and turned(I had never seen him before, and I knew the whole weight-lifting team..he wasn't familiar) When he turned back he was staring at the scale, I decided to let him be and right when I was about to start working out again, my weightlifing coach comes in and asked me what I was still doing there, and that everyone in the whole school had left(with the exception of the cheerleaders in the gym) I asked him who was that guy weighing himself on the scale earlier, he said that no one had been in the entire hallway for 45 minutes.I told him to check the scale if he was in dis-belief.He did and told me that the scale is at zero,(the scale is usally at the weight of the weightlifte who got weighted last. So being at zero was odd. The coach believed me about what happened, cause he said that "George" was a power lifter at my school who passed away years ago and was always dissapoined with never being in the weight dividion that he wanted to be in.From then on I just wait for my sister to finish cheer practice in the gym with all the rest of the Falcon cheerleaders...where it's safe..I hope. |
| Name: | Annonomous |
| E-mail address: | yourname@aol.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.lfcisd.net/lfhs |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | Los Fresnos,TX-a small town on the way to the nation wide known "South Padre Island".Los Fresnos is home of the Mighty Falcons!!!So, down to my scary experience...It occured last year October 13 when I was at Los Fresnos High School picking up my sister from cheerleading practice, I got off went into the gym and asked her if she was done practicing, but she wasn't, so i headed off to the weight room, and lifted weights for about 8 minutes, then I noticed a guy weighing himself on the scale(a manual scale-like at a doctor
s office) and asked him who he was, he just looked at me with a blank face, and turned(I had never seen him before, and I knew the whole weight-lifting team..he wasn't familiar) When he turned back he was staring at the scale, I decided to let him be and right when I was about to start working out again, my weightlifing coach comes in and asked me what I was still doing there, and that everyone in the whole school had left(with the exception of the cheerleaders in the gym) I asked him who was that guy weighing himself on the scale earlier, he said that no one had been in the entire hallway for 45 minutes.I told him to check the scale if he was in dis-belief.He did and told me that the scale is at zero,(the scale is usally at the weight of the weightlifte who got weighted last. So being at zero was odd. The coach believed me about what happened, cause he said that "George" was a power lifter at my school who passed away years ago and was always dissapoined with never being in the weight dividion that he wanted to be in.From then on I just wait for my sister to finish cheer practice in the gym with all the rest of the Falcon cheerleaders...where it's safe..I hope. |
| Name: | Victor Mendoza |
| E-mail address: | gzjphx@yahoo.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | This is of a paranormal experience I had in The Old Red Rock Cemetary, in Red Rock, Texas. The old cemetary is across from the new Red Rock Cemetary. But it is hidden through a very dark road with absolutely no lights. The cemetary itself is dark. Pitch Black. The only light we had was from the car. So anyways, Me and a few buddys decide to have some fun one night in we were in Red Rock. At the time, I was new to Texas, so I had no idea what my buddy was talking about when he said, "We should all go to the Old Cemetary." It was late at night. Maybe 2 or 3am. We drove to the dark graveyard. As soon as I stepped out the car, I could feel a million bad vibes overcome myself. we walked in the gate, and decided to walk around the cemetary for a minute and see what happens. We left the car on, headlights and all. No one was in the car. As soon as we got halfway in, the car completely shuts off. There was no reason for it, I filled up the gas tank before we drove there, there was new oil in the engine, the engine was brand new, not a damn thing was wrong with the car. it completely shut off. That scared the hell out of us. we decided to keep walking around the cemetary, we were already there, so we might as well. My buddy who was walking behind everybody, kept telling us, "Someone's walking behind me!." Dude was freaked out of his mind, he made a face like when you get drunk off your behind one night and you wake up next to shamu in a thong telling you how good it was. Not a pretty sight to see. This guy was scared out of his mind. To tell the truth, I was too. At that point, we decided to take a few pictures, and go home, while hoping and praying to God that the car would start again. My buddy took out a digital camera, and started snapping all of us around the cemetary, then we left. Thankfully the car started. As we got back to my house(I live in Austin, not far from Red Rock), we were looking at his camera to see what we caught. You will not believe the pictures we took!!!! There was a picture of me standing next to a headstone, right behind me is a old witch looking woman. I swear to God, this was one scary looking lady. It freaked me out when I first saw the picture. He got so many ghosts on his digital camera, it was amazing. Ghosts of little kids, old men, old women, dogs, cowboys, pirates, everything semmingly died here. Unfortunatley, 3 days after the cemetary expierience, my buddy who owned the digital camera, his house burned down one night. He got away unhurt, but all of his possessions were destroyed. including the camera and the pictures he printed off it. Everyone who reads this, let me tell you, The Old Red Rock Cemetary is no joke! It is a very haunted place, and the spirits who reside are both shy and dangerous. Anyone who would like to accompany me to Red Rock Cemetary, anyone who isn't afraid to have the sh*t scared out of them, conatct me through e-mail at lowrider_topdawg@yahoo.com, or gzjphx@yahoo.com. I will take anyone right to it. Definetely the most haunted place in Central Texas. |
| Name: | holly and Lucy |
| E-mail address: | hollycy@comcast.net |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | One night, around 1:30 am, a man broke into our house and murdered my twin brother who was 12 years of age. What difered me and my brother was that he had downsyndrom. My mother tried to stop the odd looking man but he hit her in the back of the neck with a pipe that was on the floor(our house was under construction). At this time I was hiding in the closet looking through the cracks when my eyes rolled to the back of my head and I could not see for about 30 seconds. When I could finally see again, my brother was in front of me and we were standing in an unfamiliar place, when my brother said to me, " I love you, Grandpa is taking care of me now, yournot meant to die yet I'm sending you back". At this point he was cured from downsyndrom and I was sent back to my body. When I emurged from the closet, the man who murdered my brother had gone and my mother was dead as well. I then ran to the nearest neighbors house where I found comfort and help. I still live in that house to this day, and when ever I go from my house to the neighbors, I see my brother and grandpa holding hands. What questions me to this day, is, where is my mother and why is she not with my brother or grandpa? |
| Name: | holly and Lucy |
| E-mail address: | hollycy@comcast.net |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | One night, around 1:30 am, a man broke into our house and murdered my twin brother who was 12 years of age. What difered me and my brother was that he had downsyndrom. My mother tried to stop the odd looking man but he hit her in the back of the neck with a pipe that was on the floor(our house was under construction). At this time I was hiding in the closet looking through the cracks when my eyes rolled to the back of my head and I could not see for about 30 seconds. When I could finally see again, my brother was in front of me and we were standing in an unfamiliar place, when my brother said to me, " I love you, Grandpa is taking care of me now, yournot meant to die yet I'm sending you back". At this point he was cured from downsyndrom and I was sent back to my body. When I emurged from the closet, the man who murdered my brother had gone and my mother was dead as well. I then ran to the nearest neighbors house where I found comfort and help. I still live in that house to this day, and when ever I go from my house to the neighbors, I see my brother and grandpa holding hands. What questions me to this day, is, where is my mother and why is she not with my brother or grandpa? |
| Name: | La Llorana |
| Name: | La Llorana |
| Name: | La Llorana |
| Name: | Tina |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | I am a little shy about sharing, so I don't want to give too much information. Especially since my experience happened a long time ago.
It is really a simple little story - I had a sudden urge to get away from Flag Pole Hill. Dog began barking frantically. I felt a spirit in the wind (not trying to sound like Pocahantas) but - that is the only way I know to describe the feeling. It was a uneasy spirit. This was way back in the eighties, and I am facinated to see Flag Pole Hill as a submission, though I haven't read the stories yet. I wanted to see how much I could remember about my experience before I read them. I can only say I had a strange "priminition" that some sacrifices may have been done there, and possible some satanic activity. A possible rape. I was alone when I went there (daytimee) Later that night, a rainstorm hit and trees were uprooted. Like a mini tornado went through - not too long after my panic attack. I remember talking to my dog, telling her it's ok - we are leaving. We are going now. After that, (after the night) trees were everywhere. I don't remember the exact date. It was the eighties. That's all I know. My dog was barking nervously, we left, and shortly after the experience, a storm uprooted trees. I will now go see what stories are out there about Flag Pole Hill, and compare them to what I wrote. |
| Name: | Dan Reeves |
| E-mail address: | jpodreeves@hotmail.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | I live in Pineland, Tx and own a house that I feel is definitely haunted. We bought the place in 1997, a first home. Its a small woodframe house, was built approx 75 to 85 years ago. We've had several occurances, ranging from footsteps being heard, feeling someone sit down on the bed at night and there be no one there to a full aparation of a women I saw one night. Have also heard music in the house at night, when no radio was on. We've never felt threatened or afraid. We no longer live in the house now, are renting it out and the tenant has also reported odd sounds at night, and footsteps. |
| Name: | unknown???? |
| E-mail address: | Soccerfreakcat04@aol.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | It was in El Pasos Finest Eastwood High School when The civil war Was going there was This cannon That Was used in the war A man had Died on it. Then a few Yrs later they had said if we give you this cannon of the civl War that you will have to display it in the Fourier . So the gave it to them and Know it sits there Fourier Pepole say that He Haunts The School. The Tropper Of Eastwood High School !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
| Name: | unknown???? |
| E-mail address: | Soccerfreakcat04@aol.com |
| Comments (be aware, Dreambook stamps IP addresses): | It was in El Pasos Finest Eastwood High School when The civil war Was going there was This cannon That Was used in the war A man had Died on it. Then a few Yrs late |