Real Ghost Stories from Real People

Over time, we at Mystical Blaze have gotten hundreds of submissions of paranormal occurrences by readers of this website. They are all fascinating, and as such, we have decided to devote a page to them. If you have a great true ghost story, we'd love to hear it - just email Blaze using the link below. If you have submitted in the past and we have not responded, please submit again, as we get spammed with thousands of bogus emails a week, and despite trying to be careful, we likely overlooked it. My apologies to those who have not gotten responses. We look forward to hearing from YOU!

From Anonymous - 09/07/07 - Subject POSSIBLE GHOSTLY APPARITION

I grew up in the 1950's in a small coal mining town in the Anthrecite Coal region of Pennsylvania. My town was small and not a very exciting place to 'call home.' My eerie experience took place in early fall.

The town was small and youngsters would take turns 'hanging out' on friend's porches and just horsing around. When night came there wasn't much to do.... Most of the lighting came from street lamps at the beginnings and ends of streets.

One of my friends lived on the street located at the base of the mountain. Several of us kids gathered there to just 'hang out'. My friend's family had a dog. He was a Heinz 57 Variety type and very friendly. He had a greeting for everyone who came to the house or just passed by on the sidewalk.

We kids were sitting about the porch one evening and we noticed a stranger walking down the sidewalk. We paid no attention. The individual was dressed in dark clothes and didn't seem to be looking about, 'he' was just walking along. 'He' passed our porch and the dog didn't do a thing. Well, the dog actually laid a flat as he could on the porch and whimpered. Again, we kids paid no attention but we did look down the street after the stranger passed and we saw no one. This was a one time experience. The dog was his usual self after the incidence and I don't remember any of us thinking that we may have experienced any thing paranormal.

From Chelle - 02/01/06 - Subject RED MIST

History:

I had always been a dreamer and recall vividly many of my dreams when I was 3-yrs-old. If dreams disturbed me, I'd call to wake up Mama and feel a presence keep me company until she got there. For me, the presence came in the form of a manly-leaf outside my window. I took the leaf to be happy until one evening, when I woke from a dream of my parents death.

I cried out to Mama who did not come. I thought she was mad at me. I felt a familiar presence and looked behind me at my window. My leaf had become menacing with such a sinister expression almost one of chiding. I stuck my tongue out at it and remember screaming to it, " I don't like you! You are not my friend. Go away. Don't ever visit me again!" Mama never came that night and the leaf never visited me again.

A few nights later, Mom and Dad were playing Mahjong with Ray and Fong Fu. Mom told them the story from her perspective. She heard me screaming and talking to someone. She woke and felt a very strong force covering her. She tried to clear her eyes because all she could see was the light from the hallway moving and covering her bed. That light was a red mist. She said that as she tried to wake my father, the red mist sucked her breath away and she was sure she was dying. (Nearly 14 years later, both my parents died, six months apart one on April 23rd of 75, the other on October 23rd of 75.) Ray and Fong Fu explained that the Chinese call what she experienced, "The Kiss of Death". They say she was visited by the spirit of death. This made them all sad as I recall.

I write this to you folks because one of my friends and massage clients has told me that he was visited by a red mist last week in his living room. It wasn't going after him as it had my mother and father, nearly burying them where they had been sleeping. Instead, it patiently seemed to be observing him, began to change into something with more human-like qualities, then fled through the ceiling across the room. This coming Sunday, I'll be doing a massage to work out some hotspots in his upper body. I'm having sympathetic pains already, possibly heart or pulmonary related. Any advice how I should meditate to, find out the message of this appearance so that I can better treat my client?

I've perused everything on the www that had red mist related apparitions and found no reference to the Chinese Ghost of Death.

From Gerard - 01/13/06 - Subject GHOST

Hey I found your site in the search for what Ghosts exactly are.
Let me tell you what I saw, I live with my mom in an house that was built in the 40's, in Hasbrouck Heights NJ. The house belonged to an old woman Mrs. Prudon and her husband was already dead when my family bought the house. My father had a heart attack and died 11 years later in a hospital in 1995.

A year or two ago I was downstairs (always creeped me out) and I was washing my face, I had a sudden urge to turn around an look in the hallway that just begins at the stairs. As I looked I saw a old man in his 60's-70's walk and then stop and turned his head in my direction, slowly and in a neutral emotional state. It didn't look mad, nor happy just neutral. As I looked at him I blinked as hard as I could and smacked my face to be sure I wasn't dreaming. I however felt like I was in another state but was fully conscious and even jumping and saying WTF many times. This old man stayed where it was for about 12 seconds until my friend who had walked downstairs walked right where it was standing and stopped in its place. (Now that made me jump, not so much
the old ghost man, lol) I didn't hear the creaking of the staircase when someone walks down normally this time, and my friend did not even see the old man even though he was descending the stairs right in front of him. Very odd.

The old man ghost looked as if he was a 100% human being standing their. No transparence, full color, white hair, wearing a suit, he kinda had a beard like Sean Connery today. Think he wore a bow tie, and his suit was either black or dark navy blue. Only light in the basement at the time was from a single 60-100W bulb and the man was right under it.

3 weeks ago my girlfriend woke up in the middle of the night and was poking me to wake up, he had seen a shadowy man pacing top to bottom of the side of my bed, starring at me. It was gone when I had finally woken up. She could only distinguish it was male.

3-4 days ago, I had trouble sleeping, but heard my mom wake up in fear saying, no..no..thats not right..this is not right and she flicked on her light. I ran to her room and she told me she saw an old man staring at her, neutral look doing no harm. She was kinda tired looking when I saw her but she slept that night with her light on. In the morning she said she could have dreamt it but she remembers clearly opening her eyes. She had seen an old man with a white beard.

Now this house was newly built for the Prudons maybe in the 30's-40's, Mr. Prudon had a huge workshop in the basement with he owned a specialty shop on our towns main street. A lot of his clock parts and specialty item parts are still in our basement. I have never seen a picture of Mr. Prudon, nor can say its him. Perhaps I saw something from the 1800's maybe as old as 1776. We had a George Washington escape route run through our town which was about 2 blocks from my house, but this old man was in a suit not any military gear.

Let me know what you think.

Gerard

From Laurie - 01/11/06 - Subject DIMENSIONAL PORTAL

I believe I live in the vicinity of a portal/vortex.

I live in Colchester (oldest recorded town, roman) Apparently the site I live on was a roman burial ground? And also a monastery!!!. I moved to my property in Jan 2003 and by June 2004, I started taking a real interest in psychic studies. My sensitivity increased and I became perceptive of spirits and spirit feelings. I believe I am also on a ley line which runs for several miles through my area parallel to an old roman dyke. The specific area is in an old converted 1800 house. (my neighbours). They have had mediums and ghost hunters evaluate their house as there was apparently poltergeist and spirit activity. I have taken pictures of the area and it does appear that there are orbs about. I also believe there is an old well beneath the car park. There are different spots in the house where it is consistently cold and the feeling is not normal. Whether geopathic stress is present , I am unaware, but the trees surrounding the area are very old and quite massive. My neighbours get a little too over excited about these things. Their 13 year old daughter moved out about 9 months ago and things quietened down (probably significant with poltergeist activity). It would be interesting to look into and investigate my domain and area. I don’t know if you will find this interesting or not, just for your information. Sorry about the spelling, at work!!!!!. Cheers, Laurie.

From Caroline 01/03/06 - Subject: HAUNTED FLAT

In 1950 (approx.) when I was seven, my Mother went away for a few days to look after her mother. On the evening of her return, I was in bed awaiting her arrival. My bedroom was at the back of the mews flat in which we lived, in Paddington. I was wide awake, listening for her key in the door, and looking at the wide, vertical patch on light on my bedroom wall opposite the slightly open bedroom door, the light coming from the ceiling lamp hung over the stairs. It was dark in the room, being winter, and the only 'window' was a skylight through which no light filtered whatsoever. Only my father was at home, sitting reading in the lounge, with my dog lying next to him before the fire.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared on the patch of light. A very long, spindly hand very slowly came into view, followed by another, held at 'waist' level as though whatever it was, was creeping. The next moment, the shadow showed a head in profile, having a long, hooked nose, an upward-turned pointed chin and a tall, tapering, pointed cap. I could see long, thin, spindly legs walking with an exaggerated creeping motion, on tip-toe, and taking care to move as stealthily as possible. The knees came up high, the figure was partially bent - hunched over - and the hands, before disappearing out of view as the being crossed the lighted patch, described a sort of circular motion as though trying to be as silent as possible before reaching its goal. The encounter took place in absolute silence, and there was neither smell nor perceptible heat change.

I am unsure how long this experience took, but I should say 10 - 15 seconds. I remember freezing with terror, and I felt (or thought I felt) my heart stop beating for a moment or two.

When the creature has gone, I was soon able to scream to my father. He was sitting reading the newspaper, and I could hear the rustle as my cry startled him. he came to my door, and I told him I had seen a little man. he had a look round, and said neither he, nor Junior, my fox terrier, had moved for the past half hour. I was a physically and mentally healthy child, and not subject to night terrors, sleep paralysis or nightmares.

The family finally left the flat when my parents retired in 1975. Often when a student at St Mary's Hospital Med School, Paddington, I would remain in the flat to study over weekends while my parents went to what would be their eventual childhood home. I wan't in the least scared of being alone as such, but was so petrified of being along in that particular flat that, on Friday evenings after my parents had left, and I returned having seen my boyfriend off at Victoria station, that it would require all my courage to go in. I checked all bolts thoroughly, left lights on throughout, and even turned the taps on, and the radio, to blot out any potential sounds that might occur, or keep feared spirits away. Throughout my time in the flat, I often heard a tapping on my bedroom door, exactly like someone tapping lightly with long finger nails. No one else saw or heard such things, although my Mother, who 'didn't believe in ghosts', once saw her father who had died some 25 years before (but had never been in life, to the flat). he called her 'Bert, Bert' - no one ever called her that, or indeed by her real name of Bertha. She was washing some clothes at the time, and thought my father who had just left the flat, had come back and was playing a joke on her.

She wiped her hands and walked from the bathroom hand basin into her and father's bedroom, and there was her Father, in his usual work clothes, normal coloration etc - he smiled, stayed a few seconds and left. Once when I was still quite small, I found y bedclothes pulled back from where they were tucked in, and folded over the wooden end of the bed, where they were partly tucked underneath the foot end.

I hope this account is of interest to you. my experiences started me on a lifelong search for further experiences of the paranormal. I continue to look for them to this day.

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