Welcome............ come in wont you have a seat. Dont be scared. You are in no danger. Yet that is. ...
You see my name is Tom and I need to warn you about whats out there. I have been sent to you to share with you stories from the other side. A side that only a few of us can enter. Whats that you say you have to go because you have just been poked, and somebody has pass you a drink, and your now part of a mafia family. ...
Well your mine now It's almost time to lock up the house and then your party will really begin. I wonder how it will end... Do you remember the fun you had when you poisoned me? Well its time for my fun now. I have been told many storeies from the other side. I have many friends on haunted facebook .This house has waited so long to have its shrouds of darkness lifted. And tonight, for the first time in... oh, so many years our story will be told.
I have been told many stories from my facebook friends and I think its time we began......
The Unknown
There is actually a long history of paranormal activity in my lifetime. When I was around 6 years old, my family built a new home. That is when I began to notice the unusual. There would be numerous counts of an unknown presence. You never felt alone. I, and my Mother, would occasionally catch a whiff of perfume, along with a feeling that someone was standing directly behind you. Turn around...But, no one was there. Doors would slam. And one day, the toilet flushed. My brother and I were the only ones home when this happened. Some said the neighborhood was built over an Indian burial ground. This was never confirmed to my knowledge.
We soon moved to a home with even more activity. Not far away, was my next home. It was an older home on German Church...sitting way off of the road. I was super excited, as it came with lots of land. But, less excited upon our first experience. It wasn't long before we knew something else was there with us. The most chilling and memorable for me, was the child's voice, crying out...'Mom'. Worst yet...my Mother, answered her..."What?" I flew down the stairs. "Who are you talking to?" "You. You just said, Mom." Not me!!!! It wasn't me! But, I and my Mother had both heard the little girl's voice. It was surreal!!! Not sure who she was. We had asked neighbors about it. And we're told by one, that they actually witnessed through a window, a young girl dressed in a white gown standing on the land way of the stairs. Another oddity, was the 'big band' music that I would hear. It was just so weird! And to top it off...the dog even felt and saw the presence. Our dog, Buttons, would bark at the shadow that passed back and forth the kitchen door way. We could actually see the shadow...no doubts!
Whatever these accounts were, not sure I'll ever have an explanation....But, they were real to me!!!!
Nothing beats a haunted moonlit night on All Hallows Eve.... And on this fatal night, at this witching time, the starless sky laments black and unmoving. The somber hues of an ominous, dark forest are suddenly illuminated under the emerging face of the full moon. ~Kim Elizabeth
Story from Jim
Growing up in very old farm houses, I have a few. One my mom tells is from when I was a baby we were living in an old house on 106th Street in Fishers between Latern and Hague Road, no longer there. She tells tales of when I wouldn't sleep as a baby she would be rocking me all the while "someone" unseen took every pot and pan out of the cabinets and would leave them all over the floor for her to pick up each morning. It was a small house, and she would just rock me and cry feeling helpless. She said she was very glad to move and for me to quit staying up all night.
A gypsy fire is on the hearth,
Sign of the carnival of mirth;
Through the dun fields and from the glade
Flash merry folk in masquerade,
For this is Hallowe'en!
~Author Unknown
A visit with Grandma
This actually happened.
My grandmother had her sister visiting from OH. In the middle of the night, Erma got up and saw a lady in the hallway with a veil on holding a cigarette in her hand. The next morning she asked my grandmother when she started smoking, of course grandmother didn't smoke. Her sister began telling her what she had seen and grandma said, "Oh that was my ghost". Come to find out that was the second time someone had saw that VERY ghost.
At first cock-crow the ghosts must go
Back to their quiet graves below.
~Theodosia Garrison
The Client
I work as a In Home Companion for a reputable retirement community. Our main goal is to allow our clients the opportunity to live within their own homes, or the home of a family member and not be forced into the "system" and ultimately into nursing homes. We go into the homes and either clean, cook, visit or just read our clients mail to them, anything that they can no longer do on their own. In keeping with our confidentiality practice, I will name my client Sophie.
I had not met Sophie before the night that I was hired to sit with her until her daughter and son-in-law came home from a concert. This was the first time in years that the daughter had taken time out for herself, so it was a bit difficult herding her out the door in the first place. It is often difficult for the primary caregiver to think that it is alright to leave their loved one in the hands of someone else, even if they are two steps away from a nervous breakdown. The responsibility gene kicks in and they feel, in general, that their own sanity is a small price to pay for the comfort of their ward.
We had an uneventful evening. I made Sophie a small meal and we just talked, and at her request, I read to her out of the Holy Bible. Shortly afterward we began a discussion that should make it on this site, but I can not bring myself to do that. Sophie was ninety-seven and the history that she lived was a magnet to me. I could not stop asking questions in between rest periods. She was amazing and her mind was as sharp as any I have had the fortune of testing.
Sophie told me that when the family brought her the list of candidates for the babysitting of that night, she set the list on her stomach as she lay in bed, placed her hand over the names, closed her eyes and just blanked out her thoughts until a name came to her. What she came up with was a last name. But it was not my last name.
The family called my manager and asked for a caregiver with the name that Sophie chose. They apologized to my manager and explained that Sophie would not let anyone but the person who had that name stay in her house alone with her. My manager and the family were understandably upset as there was no one of that name on the payroll. The daughter really needed a time out, so they tried to come up with a different solution, and thought to deceive Sophie into thinking one of the caregivers had that name.
The next day, my manager told me that I would not be going to Sophie's house and explained why. She mentioned the name and I just stared at her. My application only shows my married name. The name that Sophie had in her mind was none other than my maiden name.
Near the end of the evening together, I went to make her a light snack and get a drink ready for her bedside table. I was out of her sight for approximately twenty minutes, just peeking in to make sure everything was still good. As I stood in Sophie's doorway to ask if she would like anything else before bed, she asked me why I walked out on her earlier. I knew I had been in the kitchen and so I asked her what she meant.
Minutes before I was to walk back into her bedroom a light colored clothed individual was visiting with her in the room. In my job I wear a very light green scrub suit, so I thought perhaps her mind had wandered back a few more minutes than usual and thought to tell her that I did not walk out, and I was sorry if I had in the middle of a conversation.
I prepared her night clothes and took her in for the nightly bathroom process and returned her to her room. I then took the dog out for a short walk. When I got back in the home I checked in on Sophie and she again asked why I left in the middle of a conversation. I was at a loss. I had no idea what was going on and tried to calm Sophie down by telling her that a lot was on my mind and I thought the conversation was over and apologized. As I was outside the home, I knew it was not me that she saw, but could come up with no explanation.
I thought perhaps she was stressed as this was the first time in a while someone else was caring for her instead of her daughter. I stood in her doorway and asked if I should perhaps turn on the overhead lights instead of leaving just the Christmas lights on. She loved the glow that the lights gave off and only wanted those lights all over the home on.
Sophie then shuddered so violently I thought she was having a seizure. She whipped her head to the left so that she was no longer looking at me, but towards the outside window. I ran to her side and grabbed her hand. She refused to look at me, or even turn her head my way. I asked her what was wrong, what could I do to help? All she did was lift up her right arm, point her finger out the room into the hall and said "What do you see out there?".
I chilled. Shivers went up and down the entire length of my body and I struggled with myself to actually turn around. I closed my eyes, looked down at Sophie and all of my Motherly instincts kicked in. I was going to protect this little lady if it was the last thing I was able to do. I wanted to call my family to tell them I loved them all, I wanted to right all the wrongs of the day, but I did NOT want to look out that door and see that someone had come in while I was out walking Sophie's dog.
Hanging above her "down" stairs was an Autumn wreath with dried flowers and grasses, beautiful really, but that was all I saw. She told me to look in the wreath. I did, nothing. I handed her glasses to her and asked if it was still there, and yes it was. I asked for a description. Her hand tightened in mine and she said "He looks lovely. More like a country sunset makes you feel than anything else wondrous..." I thought, Well, crud, what is it?
She fell asleep shortly thereafter with me holding her hand and staying by her side while glancing out in the hall repeatedly. As her breathing became heavier I said out loud: "If you are here to scare Sophie, I have to ask you to leave. We do not want you here. If you are here to take Sophie, I am afraid I can not stop you, but please do it in peace..."
The next morning my manager called and let me know that Sophie had passed on several hours after I left her home. She had died in her sleep with a smile on her lips and a content sigh. I have often wondered, since then, what drew her to me and how did she know my name having never met me? Most importantly I wonder if I was what she needed that night, and not only who she wanted.
A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window, the latch rises. Ghosts were created when the first man awoke in the night. ~J.M. Barrie
Babysitting Night
One Saturday night, I was babysitting this little boy. I told him it was time to go to bed and put him in his room. As soon as I placed him in the bed, he started bawling, so I said I'll stay in there until he falls asleep. He wouldn't stop talking, then he just stopped and stared at the window. He started crying, and I got this freaky feeling like someone was watching us through the window. Just as scared as he was, I told him he can sleep in the living with me (with the TV on!). We were watching full house, and someone started knocking on the kitchen door. It was like 10:00 at night, and I guessed it was the parents. I thought that this was the end of this freaky night, but then I stopped walking. I never saw the headlights coming toward the driveway, or heard a car. I looked out the peep hole and no one was there. The little boy started crying again, and I called his parents. They said they were going to be home in a half of an hour. Relieved that it was almost over, someone started tapping the window! The little boy started crying harder. Trying to be the adult, and not be scared, but it was really hard! As I soothed him down I told him mommy and daddy would be home soon. Well his parents arrived, and they paid me.
I walked outside to the car, and I noticed something moving. I'm not sure what it was, but I'm pretty sure. I looked over and I saw a man laughing at me, then he just turned around and walked away. That was one of the scariest nights of my life. One month later the family moved out, they said that they had been seeing this man
Being in a band you can wear whatever you want - it's like an excuse for Halloween everyday.
~Gwen Stefani
Bumps in the Day
What would your reaction be if you know that there is no one in the rest of the house but you who is in the bathroom, and you hear people walking in the second floor and hear as if someone was looking for something since you hear rattling going on? Well, that is exactly what I hear in my house. I had not heard anything for a while, I have been burning sage and I say my prayers, read the bible out loud and so I was thinking that whatever was in my house is no longer there, in other words gone, right?
Wrong! I guess I can rest assured that whatever it is, it is not harmful since all this praying is going on and it does not face it. I believe it was Tuesday 1/2/08 I was getting ready for work, my husband and son had already left and my daughter and I were the only ones left in the house. My daughter was on my bed watching her cartoons and I was putting on my makeup. All of a sudden I hear a small thump! I thought it was my dog in the kitchen, I had just out him in the kennel since he is still a puppy, while we are gone we put him in there so that he does not tear the house apartment. He tends to make so much noise to get comfy I guess (who would be comfy in a cage) but, we must do it at least until he gets older.
I know that sounds a bit harsh but I love animals and God knows I take good care of him, but anyway back to my story, so I hear the thump and as I stand still to figure out where it came from I hear it again and I realize that it is coming right above my head which is Emilie's room. I look to my right to make sure my daughter is still on the bed and she is. I just blew it off and kept putting my makeup on, then it gets worse, I hear someone going through the room as if looking for something, I walk out of the Bathroom and into the living room and look up the stairway to see if I could maybe see a shadow or something, meanwhile the rattling and thumping is still going on. To be honest with you I was so terrified to go up the stairs and see what was up there. I grabbed my daughter and left the house.
Later that day I told my husband what had happened and he did not say much, as usual trying to find a reason as to what I heard. We had dinner and as we were cleaning the kitchen, we heard a bang almost like a drum beat (thump, thump, thump) he heard it first, I noticed he stopped and looked at me and said "what was that?" I said what then there it goes again we said maybe the dog wagging his tail against something we look and he is laying there on the kitchen floor asleep, my son had a headache and had gone upstairs to sleep so we thought maybe he is jumping on the bed and the headboard is banging on the wall.
I go upstairs and he is asleep, sound asleep, I come back down and tell him and you could see the color draining from his face. He went out to check around the house and nothing, mind you the noise is still going while all this is happening. We were never able to find the culprit. I turned to my husband and said "you see I'm not crazy!" He just laughed and said "I know you're not I have had my things happened to me as well". I just about strangled him when he told me that. But, he said he did it to not worry me.
Well, this morning I heard another thump but, to be truthful I ignored it and I don't think I heard it again. So, what do you all think. Maybe a residual haunting? I did find out that the property was owned by a man who was in charge of the Central Indiana Hospital for the Insane or something like that and there were so many people that died that they would dig holes in and burry them, he had this property at the time of this.
So,it makes me wonder if maybe he used this property to burry those poor bodies and now the souls are loose. This info was provided to me by someone that has the same problems and lives in the same area and her neighbor has had them too. If any of you can help me find info on this that would be great. The mans name was Henry W. Tutewiler, Camby, Indiana, the property is now Heartland crossing and he did have a funeral home and was an undertaker with his son, Tutewiler and son that is all I have so far.
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