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hotmail.comHi, my name is Adam. I am not sure if this is ghost related or not, soI will just tell you a few of my stories. Every so often when I amwatching tv in my room, my tv turns itself off. This happens when I amwatching shows or movies that my mom does not like or approve of. WhenI am watching tv in my room, I almost always keep a heating pad on mybad shoulder which keeps my body warm. Right before the tv goes off, Iget this uncontrollable chill (which I am also feeling as I write this)down my body, then the tv turns off. The first few times this happened,I thought that I had turned on the sleep mode, but I did not becausewhen the sleep mode is on, it starts a count down at the bottom of myscreen with 60 seconds to go, and there was no count down. Some timeswhen this happens, I turn the tv back on, and then about 20-30 min.later, the tv goes back off, and for the entire 20-30 min. that it is on, I feel the same chills. The next morning when I wake up,I see some kind of bloody and dismembered body standing in front of mybed just glaring at me for a few seconds before it disappears. Alsosome times when I am home alone with my dog, she starts flipping outand wont stop until I take her out side and she walks around all of ourproperty. Occasionally, when I am in my basement playing video games,or pool, I hear some one calling my name, but I am normally home alone,or no one had called my name. My dog normally starts her barking right after I hear my name being called. Every now and then, when I lose my temper, it is worse then normal. Myfriends and I call it my dark side coming out, but when it happens, allHell brakes loose. First, I get the same cold chill, then my eyes(which areblue) turn into a sliverish/grayish color. I become stronger, louder, Italk faster, and I destroy just about every thing around me. One time,about 3 years ago, I was at a high school foot ball game. Some how, Igot into a fight with 6 of the high school "thugs". The one kid punchedme in the eye, and thats when I felt the chill, and i started to"change". I became much stronger, and for the most part, I destroyedthe kids i was fighting. I heard that one kid that I threw into a wallgot a conclusion from his head snaping back. Another kid got a brokennose. Finally, one kid that hit me in the face broke his hand on mycheek. A good friend of mine then dragged me to his house (he livedright next to the field) and I started flipping the picnic table thatwas in his back yard. I took my rage out on the table for about 30 minuntil I felt the chill again, and I became exhausted, pale, and my bodyfelt the same way you leg feels when it falls asleep. Since then, my"dark side" has never been as destructive, but it still happens fromtime to time. Like I said, I am not sure if this is ghost related ornot, so if you can, could you please get back to me and let me know, orlet me know if you want to hear more of my stories. Thanks.Lewis and Clark MonumentBy: sxybtch182004
yahoo.com I am writing to inform you that yes I believe that this monument ishaunted. It is haunted by what seems to me as two spirits one of an oldman walking down by there appearing to be coming from the house to theright of the monument who comes up to you and asks your name and askswhat you are doing on his property it is said that at one time thewhole area was owned by the man who use to own the White house to theright I haven"t experienced this one for myself but i have experiencedwhile standing over by the monument at night you will hear someonescreaming what sounds like help me when you go over to the monument andlook over the edge you will see people below but they dont stay verylong it is said that some kids went down there and raped and beat ayoung girl and then left her there to die. At one point of going upthere because that is one of my favorite places in Council Bluffs to goto because it is next to the cemetary and Black Angel two of the mostpopular hauntings in Council Bluffs, I have been looking out over themonument and have seen a young bloody woman trying to get out and haveheard her voice saying no stop and help me. All around i believe thatthe whole area has hauntings even washington elementary off of broadwaynext to what use to be the old at&t building to as far as the whitehouse below the monument around the half curve next to the white housementioned at the beginning of this email in which i have personallylived in the whole area there is interesting it is said that alot ofthem is haunted due to the history and that is located next to theFairview Cemetary. I like to experiene the paranormal and so i havebeen to these places because it is my home town.MARIPOSA ELEMENTORY IN REDLANDS By: DIANALUVSISAAC
aol.comI HAD A PERSONAL EXPERINCE AT MARIPOSA ELEMENTORY SCHOOL IN REDLANDSOVER TEN YRS AGO IN THE MTH OF JULY I CAN STILL REMEMBER THE DATE ITWAS JULY 20,96 IT WAS AROUND 11:00PM AND MY FRIENDS AND I DECIDED ITWOULD BE FUN TO DRIVE AROUND REDLANDS TO SUPPOSED HAUNTED LOCATIONS .MARIPOSA ELEMENTORY WAS OUR FIRST STOP THREE OF US WENT TO THE MAINDOORS AND KNOCKED AND ASKED THE CHILD IF HE WANTED TO PLAY AT FIRST WEHEARD OR FELT NOTHING BUT AS WE WERE WALKING AWAY WE FELT A VERY COLDBREZE AND NOTICED ONE OF THE SWINGS STARTED TO SWING WE RAN AWAY TO OURCARS AND AS WE STOOD THERE NOT ONLY ONE BUT ALL OF US SAW A WHITEALMOST LIKE SMOG FIGURE STAND THERE IN FRONT OF THE SCHOOL AT FIRST WETHOUGHT WE WERE SEEING THINGS BUT NOTICED IT STARTED TO MOVE TOWARDS USAND WE JUMPED IN THE CARS NOTICEING THAT THE FIRGURE ONLY MADE IT TOALMOST THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD BEFORE IT DISAPPERED . IT WAS A VERYSCARY EXPERINCE AND I WILL NEVER FORGET IT. I DON"T AT ALL BELIVE IT ISA URBAN MYTH CAUSE I HAD A EXPERINCE THERE . IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONSPLEASE EMAIL ME BACK MY NAME IS DIANAMy First EncounterBy: ghoster
hot.rr.comThe incident took place in Austin, Texas on August 14, 1995 between11:30pm and Midnight. A friend of mine who I shall call James had beengoing thru some bad times of late. He had been suffering from partialparalysis from an injury he had sustained years ago in a divingaccident. His business was failing, his bank account was dwindling andsince he had lost his lease with the apartment he lived in, he had tolive with a friend until he could get back on his feet. As sometimeshappens in all of us, James lost hope and felt that there was no wayout and so, committed suicide. I was told about this the next day by amutual friend of ours. A bunch of us got together later to remember him& grieve. Two nights later, while at a payphone at the corner of S. Lamar andBarton Skyway (a well lit street corner) talking to a lady friend, Icaught a glimpse of something moving out of the corner of my right eye.I looked to my right across the street and saw James! He was walkingwithout any sign of paralysis at all! He looked completely solid. As hewalked he looked at me, smiled, nodded, and then disappeared! Oddlyenough, I was not frightened by the experience, but I sure wassurprised. I went and told another mutual friend of ours of myencounter and he told me that he had heard that James" Sister In Lawhad also seen him. According to her report, she was making somesandwiches in the kitchen of the house she shared with her husband,Drew (James" brother), when she felt a chill, followed by the feelingthat she was being watched. When she turned around, James was standingin the doorway of the kitchen a few feet away from her. He spoke to hersaying, "I"m okay. Everything’s alright. Where"s Drew?" She screamedand he disappeared. She and I are the only ones who saw him. Two dayslater, James was taken to Dallas and laid to rest there. As far as Iknow, his ghost has not been seen since. My Mother Comes Home A True StoryBy: dataguru
bigfoot.comMy mother recently passed away in her home in San Antonio, TX.She passed away like any of us would want to go, she simply went tosleep and never work up.Upon hearing the bad news, my family and I immediately flew to mymother’s home to start tying up loose ends. My sister and I, theonly two heirs, divided up all my mother’s property and madearrangements for my mother’s house. My sister kept my mother’scollectibles and I took possession of my mother’s prized paintings.These two paintings were very large hand painted paintings that werecommissioned by my mother decades earlier; one painting was of ourlarge colonial childhood house, the other was of my parents familybusiness of which they had owned together over 20 years. Mymother was very proud of both. Since these paintings were solarge, we knew we could not fly back with them so we decided to havethem ground shipped to our home in Georgia.After making arrangements for all my mother’s possessions and sayingour good byes at my mother’s funeral, my family and I returnedhome. A few days after we returned home, the shipped paintingsarrived. I did not feel like unpacking the paintings so theystayed in the box temporarily.That night, my wife and I were woken up by a single phone ring at 1:30in the morning. For no reason at all, my wife says, “That wasyour mother”. I explained to her that it was simply a wrongnumber and the caller had hung up. The next night, an alarm clockin the living room, which was only used to keep time, went off at 1:30in the morning. I had to get up out of bed and physically turnoff the alarm. My wife and I both knew we never used the alarmfeature of that clock. The next day I checked the clockingprogramming and saw that the alarm, (had it been turned on) wasprogrammed to go off at 2:30 in the afternoon!I decided to call my sister and let her know what was going on in myhome since those paintings had arrived. My sister had stayed inmy mother’s house when she was in San Antonio making my mothers burialarrangements, and she said that she too had the strangest urge to wakeat 1:30 in the morning.That night, I woke at 1:30 in the morning again, for no reason; my wifewoke up a few minutes later. We were awake a few minutes and Idid not hear anything so I immediately went back to sleep, my wife wasawake a little longer since it takes her longer to get back to sleeponce she is awake. My wife said that after I went back to sleepshe heard someone walking across the kitchen floor and opening therefrigerator. She said that it was a very unique stride; it wasmy mother’s stride. When my mother was alive, she had a verydistinctive walk because my mother had lost part of her foot due todiabetes. She had tried to wake me up but I am a very soundsleeper.That day was Saturday, so we finally got a chance to unpack and hang mymother’s paintings. Once we hung those paintings we no longer hadany more nightly incidents.I cannot help but wonder what time my mother had passed away but I have a pretty good guess.My Friends StoryBy: mr.rodi
casema.nlLast summer me and my friends were at a small lake in Swish, I forgotthe name of the lake but well we were fooling around as I all of asudden tripped over something in the water, My feet was bleeding I musthave cuted myself with somthing I looked down in the water and I wassure to see two eyes as big as footballs staring at me it was somethingblack and it blinked a few times then disapeard I was also sure it hada big beak that he had opened and probaly I cutted my feet at one ofhis teeth, but it scared me so much that I didn"t wanted to go back inthere. Also my friends refused to go in then we sat down and waited webandaged my foot as my best friend started to yell there was some kindof wisker or somthing above the surface but then when she screamed itquikly disapeard. I wonder what it could have been, it sure scared me!MY LOVELY GRANDMA BY CRAIG FROM ENGLANDBy: craig.bigbird
btopenworld.comMY GRAN DIED 12 YEARS AGO BUT I FEEL SHE IS STILL WITH US SOMETHINGALWAYS HAPPENS IN MY MOTHERS HOUSE WHERE SHE LIVED FOR A LOT OF YEARSWITH MYSELF WHEN I WAS YOUNG MY TWO SISTERS AND MYFATHER. SHE WAS SUCH A KIND PERSONAND REALLY THE ONLY GRANDPARENT I EVER REALLY KNEW,WE WERECLOSE.ABOUT THREE YEARS AFTER SHE PASSED ON MY SECOND ELDEST SON (I HAVE 4CHILDREN) WHO WAS ABOUT 4 YRS OLD AT THE TIME WENT TO THE TOILET AT MYMOTHERS HOUSE.AFTER ABOUT 10 MINUTES MY MOTHER SHOUTED TO MY SON WHOCAME DOWNSTAIRS.MY MOTHER ASKED HIM WHAT HE HAD BEEN DOING AND HE SAIDHE HAD BEEN TALKING TO THE OLD PRETTY LADY WITH DARK HAIR AND GLASSESWHO SMELT LOVELY,MY MOTHER NEARLY FAINTED AS HE HAD DESCRIBE HER MOTHERTO HER (MY GRANDMOTHER WORE A VERY DISTINCTIVE PERFUME.I HAVE SMELT MY GRANDMOTHERS PERFUME ON AT LEAST 4 OCCASSIONS AT THETOP OF THE STAIRS BUT I DONT FEEL SCARED OBVIOUSLY AS IT WAS SOMEBODYWHO I LOVED AND SHE LOVED MEBACK TO MY SON WHO MUST BE VERY AWARE OF THESE THINGS HAS SEEN ORBS ONNUMEROUS OCCASSIONS IN THE KITCHEN WITH MY MOTHER PRESENT AS RECENT ASCHRISTMAS GONE 2006ALSO MY FATHER HAS SEEN A SHADOW WALK ACROSS THE HALL OUTSIDE HISBEDROOM DOOR MANY TIMES AS MY GRAN WAS A BIT OF A NIGHTOWL WHO FOUND ITDIFFICULT TO SLEEP!THE LAST THING I HAVE TO TELL IS ABOUT 2 DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS 2006 MYMOTHER WAS GETTING OUT OF THE SHOWER WHEN SHE HEARD A KNOCK ON THEBATHROOM DOOR,MY FATHER WAS DOWNSTAIRS AND NOBODY ELSE WAS IN THE HOUSESHE OPENED THE DOOR BUT NO ONE WAS THERE, THEN SHE FELT 3 GENTLE TUGSON THE TOWEL SHE HAD WRAPPED ROUNDHER.LATER THAT DAY MY MOTHER AND FATHER WENT INTO TOWN MY MOTHER WENT TOTAKE SOMETHING BACK TO A SHOP SO MY FATHER WENT BACK TO THE CARTO WAIT FOR HER,AS HE WALKED TO THE CAR HE SWEARS HE SAW THE SAMESHADOW HE SEES AT HOME SAT IN THE FRONT SEAT OF THE CAR, AS HE WENT TOOPEN THE DOOR IT JUSTVANISHED.THANKS FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ MY STORY WE DONT FEEL SCARED JUSTFORTUNATE TO KNOW THAT WE STILL KNOW SHE IS THERE AND WE MISS HER VERYMUCH..........A Personal Ghost StoryBy: themindlesstripodexperience
yahoo.comHello, my name is Jay and I have a very real and terrifying paranormalencounter that I would like to submit to you. It"s taken awhile for meto actually start accepting and telling my ghost story. When I waseight years old my family moved into an oppulent ranch style home onBiscayne Avenue in South Daytona, Florida. The house never felt rightfrom the get go, it was always cold even when we had the heater runningin the winter. I always felt like I was being watched at night in thehouse and the feeling never went away as long as I lived in the house.I started noticing strange occurences in the residence that my familycould not explain. My bedroom door would open by itself when shut orshut when it was open. Lights would flicker on and off and there wereplaces of intense, bone chilling cold. The worst part of the house wasthe back bedroom. We never went in there, it was the center of anintense cold and it had one of the worst smells I"ve ver smelled, nomatter how many times we tried to get rid of the smell it just keptcoming back. At first these occurences were just easy to disregard butthen one night it got personal. I was alone watching television when Iheard loud footsteps coming from the hallway. When I went out to checkthere was no one there.I walkied back to my bedroom and as I was walking I suddenly wasovercome by a bone numbing cold and the foul smell I had only smelledin the back bedroom was permeating the air. I was just about to go intomy room when I heard a deep voice yell my name. I turned around andwalked a little bit into the hallway when I saw a huge black floatingmass. It was solid, I couldn"t see through it at all. I heard the voiceyell my name one more time and then it started coming towards me. Iflew into my bedroom, locked my door and didn"t come back out forhours. I never stayed alone in the house ever again and I was happywhen I left. I don"t know exactly what I experienced but I do know itwas not a freindly presence. "Casey"By: Wayne.DavisJr
valero.com When I was 13 years old my Dad came home and told my brother andmy self that we were moving two blocks down on the same street. We wereexcited for we were going to finally own a home. My dad was so excitedto purchase the home for only $10,000. It was a small home yet two bedrooms is all we really needed. Dad took us to see the home that day andthat is when the night mare began. When we pulled in to the drive waythe couple that lived there were packing their vehicle with what theycould fit and were leaving in a hurry. The couple was renting the placeand was there for only six months. The lady, while holding their twoyear old baby was crying and warning us that the house was evil. Askids we had no choice but to be scared. Our father instructed us toignore the couple for they were on drugs. I remember thinking to myself how nice the family looked for being on drugs and I found itreally hard to believe. Well we moved in that week and the nightmare began to unfold.every one seemed to be on edge and every one began to change as aperson. Dad and our step Mom through my brother out and it seemed asevery day that passed made for a more evil step mother. For a longperiod of time I was forced to stay in my room and when I say forced Imean that I was pad locked in my room. Well another summer had passedand it was back to school. We all seemed to just ignore the foot stepsthat were so close to all of us as we watched TV in the living room andthe unexplained dead animals in the yard were ok with us as well.To make a long story short. As I set in my room preparing for bedI heard a noise in my closet. The noise was that of a person diggingthrough my belongings. I opened the closet door to find no one thereyet all of my clothes were off the hangers and my personal stuff wasknocked off the top shelf. I ran out of the room and told my Dad. Mydad grew angry and told me to just ignore it and go to sleep. I lied inbed that night as the noise came back. At around 1:00 am I ran out ofmy room and climbed on the couch. Then it sounded as though a tornadowas striking only my room. The noise was so loud that my Dad came outof his room and just stared at my door. He then asked me, what in thehell is going on? I expressed with fear the fact that I did not know.My dad then told me not to be scared and just go to sleep. He said unsure of him self; it will all be OK in the morning. The next morning I got up for school and as I walked in to myroom it was the most creepiest feeling I had ever felt. Nothing was inplace and every thing was knocked over. As I began to clean up Inoticed that a Frisbee that my grandmother had purchased for me rightbefore she died was knocked off the wall and was lying in the middle ofthe floor. When I picked it up I noticed a faint writing on the insideof it that was not normal ink. A very faint writing stated "Casey washere! My marks are left on the top bunk" I immediately looked at thetop bunk where it looked as though some one beat it with an axe. Ishowed my Dad and he grew angry and demanded that I just kept it to myself. I never slept in that room again and at the age of 15 I movedout. Not to long after that my dad divorced his wife and neither ofthem fought for the house. The house was eventually bought for what wasowed in taxes and the house was destroyed. I have no idea who this Casey was yet I do know that this personwas not happy. I became a believer in ghost after that house did whatit did to my family. Every time I speak of that house and that night myDad just says to drop it. I am thirty years old now with three childrenof my own and luckily my wife and I purchased a home with a greathistory and nothing to fear.Crank CallBy: awol
cogeco.net I have had many paranormal experiences starting back when I was a verysmall child and some of them were quite frightening, but nothing canquite compare to the incident that happened to me about 5 years ago onebeautiful sunny morning in August.My husband and I lived in a small apartment that seemed to have hugeclimate variances. Our bedroom was always boiling hot and theliving room was always very cool. One night after trying to sleepin our bedroom and feeling like we were going to melt due to the heatwave that our city was experiencing, we decided to sleep in the livingroom. As soon as we entered the living room, it was like a nicecool breeze was blowing over our skin and we both settled down forsleep. That night I had one of the most horrible nightmares Ihave ever experienced. It was so vivid and seemed so real that Ican still remember it to this day. In this dream, there were fora lack of a better word, demons that were harassing and scaringme. They leered at me and laughed in my face, but I was unable tomove as they told me what they were going to do to me and myfamily. They started to throw me around and rip at my flesh as Iscreamed in terror. I was begging for help and crying in panicwhen the phone rang and woke me from the dream instantly. Ijumped up and popped over my husband and grabbed the phone like I wassome sort of acrobat. When I put the receiver to my ear, I couldhear this terrible growling and for some reason, it just caused me tobecome hysterical!! I started crying and screaming into thereceiver "What do you want?, Leave me alone!!" By this time, myhusband was wide awake and staring at me like I was a lunatic. Inever thought to hang the phone up and my husband who is veryprotective never took the phone from me. After about 2 minutes,the phone went dead and I put the phone down and looked at my husbandwho was still staring at me. I told him that someone just crankcalled me, but I did not tell him anything else as I felt like I shouldnot talk about it. I looked at the clock and it was just barely 6am, the sunlight was streaming in through the windows and I could hearthe birds chirping away. It is hard to describe the feeling thatI had, but I felt like I needed to be out in the sun and that it wouldcleanse me. I am not a morning person by any means, but I gotdressed and went out to sit in the sun and tried not to thinkabout what happened to me. My husband followed me outside aboutfifteen minutes later and told me that he had checked the phone and thephone had said that the phone call was from an unknown location.He told me that the phone barely rang once before I had vaulted acrosshim and picked it up. He thought it was weird how I reacted to thephone since I can usually sleep through anything. I think aboutthat day often and I still can remember the sound of the growls comingfrom the phone. I tell myself, that someone must have crankcalled me, but how could they know what I was dreaming about? Whydid I jump up and grab the phone with such urgency when my husband wasmuch closer to the phone? This may sound so silly to you since Idid not see an entity, but to me this is the scariest thing I have everexperienced in my life. I am thoroughly convinced that Ihad contact with something evil that day.Greenlawn CemeteryBy: snowcoon


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hotmail.comHi there! My name is Becca and I"m a 23 year old from New Hampshire. Throughout my life like many people, I"ve had my fair share of creepyhappenings and experiences with things that go bump in the night. Butthere is one story in particular that happened just a few months agothat probally has to be among the most scariest and fascinating of allthe things that have ever happened in my life.Just up the road from my apartment, behind an elementary school sits ahuge graveyard called GreenLawn Cemetary. For as long as I canremember, there have ALWAYS been stories told of stuff that goes on inthere. Growing up in this same neighborhood, the local neighborhoodkids use to talk about how they could sometimes hear weird noises,cries, and voices coming from inside. People would talk about how thestatues would sometimes move and how strange darkish blue lights/mistcould be seen hovering over or near certain gravestones. My aunt, whouse to live directly across the cemetary, would tell my motherhow she could look out across the street into the cemetary at certaintimes of the year and just get really uneasy vibes. The cemetary isn"tjust scary in the sense of spirits, but it seems to carry a bad omenwith it. There are many, many cemetarys and graveyards in my town, butthis one seems to harbor a lot of horrible activity. A few years back,a cat had been mutiliated ((May the poor thing rest in peace))and hung from a tree out there by some highschool students that wereapparently on drugs of some kind. When the police found one of the kidswho did it, he was hiding in the woods near by wearing his mother"swedding dress ((This wasn"t a rumor; it was in the newspaper)). Crazypeople lurk in the marshes that partially make up the cemetary, whichmakes parents terrorfied of allowing there kids out there, especiallytowards dark.That being said, I had always heard the stories and the rumors forpretty much most of my life, but never actually experienced anythingmyself. My boyfriend, who is originally from Mass moved up to NH to bewith me. Together, the two of us got an apartment that sits back in my oldneighborhood where I grew up and the cemetary is a two minute walk fromus. We"ve taken walks in there before during the day, but I never reallytold him any of the stories about the place. Towards the back of thecemetary, sits an abandoned church. Funeral services I guess use totake place there up until the 70"s when they stopped for some reason.One night, my boyfriend decided to go out there with our neighbor andcheck it out. I decided to sit this one out and stayed home. Just a little before 12:30AM, my boyfriend came bursting in through the front door, his face PALE white and hiseyes watering and teary. When he gets genuinly scared, his eyes startto water and tear up. I"ve only seen this happen with him maybe once ortwice during the two years we"ve been together. I asked him what waswrong to which he replied "I.....saw something. I don"t want to talkabout it right now....maybe tomorrow". Imediatly all the stories fromgrowing up came rushing back to me and at that point I knew that heREALLY must have seen something and that just maybe all those storiesand rumors I had heard from over the years weren"t just rumors. Afterabout an hour, I was able to calm him down enough to where he tried toexplain as best he could what had happened.Him and the neighbor had gone into the cemetary and as they werewalking through, things were fine. They were laughing and having agrand old time, completly unafraid and at ease. They walked down theroad that took them down a hill and got to a brudge that goes over asmall brook that runs through the middle of the cemetary. Just as theyapproached the bridge, my boyfriend looked out to the other side of thebrook, and between two pine trees "stood" an old man on the second stepof some stairs leading to a family plot, looking off to the side intothe woods. He was extremly old and frail looking and was wearing an oldcolonial style suit. But the thing was, from the waste down, there wasnothing. Where his hips and legs should have been, the bottom of hissuit was completly shredded to rags. At first, my boyfriend thoughtmaybe it was just some kids playing a joke on him, but when the manturned and looked to him, fluently and in the way a real person would,there were no eyes; just big black holes. That was what got to him themost above all. At this point every hair on him was standing on end andhe began to back up. He asked the neighbor if he could see it too, buthe was apparently looking in the completly wrong direction. At thatpoint, my boyfriend turned and started running as fast he could and theneighbor took off behind him. He ran all the way to the very top of thehill and turned to look back down to see if it was still there, hopingthat it would have disapeared, but sure enough, it was still there,staring at him. At that point, they turned and ran out and didn"t stoprunning until they got to the apartment. He told me how the old mannever looked as if he going to harm them, but seemed more suprised thenanything to see that he had been spotted. At the time, I was talking to a friend of mine on AIM and explained toher how my boyfriend had seen something and was really scared. Atfirst, all he wanted to do was go to bed and didn"t want anything elseto do with that cemetary for a very long time. But once he calmed down,he decided he wanted to go back with more people and see if he couldshow them, that maybe he was still there. I asked my friend and sheagreed. We met up with her and headed back out towards the cemetary. Aswe reached the top of the hill, we could see the spot from a distancewhere he had seen the old man. There was nothing. As we walked down thehill towards the bridge, my boyfriend started crying quietly. I guesshe was mixed with frustration, fear, confusion and probally angerbecause he thought he must have sounded crazy to us. My friend and I aswe walked towards the bridge told him the storys about the place thatwe had heard from just about everyone growing up and that it wasnotorious for scary activity. We crossed the bridge and headed over tothe family plot, which we noted was the Colonial Family. The Colonialfamily was the group of people that founded our city way back in the1700"s. My friend had brought along incents which she lighted and stucknext to the entry of the family plot as a sign of respect and we wentup in to check out gravestones to see if we could maybe find which onebelonged to the old man. About maybe 15 minutes after being there, I spotted a gravestone waytowards the back which belonged to a man named Harry Colonial, May 1,1789 - August 18, 1806. I quickly called my friends over to check itout in which we realized something. It was August 18th! My boyfriendand the neighbor had left the house at about 11:40PM and had gotteninto the cemetary sometime around 12:00AM. We also noted the that hehad died in 1806, which meant that it was exactly the 200 yearanniversary of this guys death! My friend took her lighter and tried tolight an incent for him, but her lighter wouldn;t light! She tok a fewpaces back and tried it and was able to get it to light. We placed itnext to the gravestone and turned to leave and go back home. We wentback to the cemetary a few times during the day since then, but now I"ma little bit wiser and more aware of the things that happen down there.Job Corp Morganfield hauntingBy: bludlettingudie