Battlefields

Civil War battlefields tend to be some of the most haunted sites in the US, with Gettysburg appering to be the most haunted of all.

Excellent evidence has been documented at battlefields. The tremendous amount of pain, suffering, fear, and death may have left imprints in those areas. Look for old forts, prisons, barns, sheds, in fact any buildings in or around a battlefield may contain the ghosts of soldiers who fought and died there. Any building that could have been used as a makeshift hospital or morgue most likely harbors ghosts.

Accident & Crime Scenes

These locations are infamous for accounts of paranormal activity and ghosts. Investigating at these sites may be a bit eerie to you, you may find that you are overwhelmed. The emotion you experience at the scene of a murder or horrific accident may leave you feeling weak and confused. If this happens, its important to remember that you may only be sensing the energies left behind by the people who were involved. There may not be a ghost present.

The ghost of the victims may appear, however they "probably" will be in a residual state and may not be aware of you or being transformed. If a family member or members are present, I think it wise not to be to quick to reveal all that you see, hear, film or record. Allow some time for you to process what has taken place, this will give the family time to deal with their emotions. You may want to meet later at another location to share the results of you investigation. So be professional.

Abandoned Prisons & Jails

Remember, that violence and extremes of emotion create areas of paranormal phenomena, its no wonder that prisons or old jailhouses are hotbeds of ghost activity. Old jails and abandoned prisons are plentiful and you may be able to gain access to them. These sites may not be to everyone’s liking, but they could produce solid evidence of ghosts. With their history of violence, pain and anger, there should be enough ghostly activity to investiagte.

Museums

Antiques and treasured items may be associated with ghostly activity. The objects move around when no one is near. Curators and cleaning staff alike have reported strange occurrences, such as eerie sounds and light anomalies. These bizarre events can be related to almost any object, such as jewelry, books, dolls, clocks, and furniture.

If the past owner had a strong attachment or emotional connection to an object, they can and do (at times) return to be near it, or to secure its safety.  Although its rare event when things disappear out of a locked cases, but its not unheard of.

Taking pictures in museums will "probably" be prohibited. However the grounds surrounding the exhibits may reveal astonishing energy forms or anomalies.

Theaters

Most opera houses and theaters have a ghost or two, and some have many. The excitement, pleasure, and entertainment seem to draw them, especially if they resonate to a particular actor or actress.. Ghosts love a good time and the theater represents fun and excitement.

If you are fortunate enough to gain entrance to an old theater or opera house, check out the balconies, the basement, and the dressing rooms or where they use to be. A lot of your photographs may revel that ghosts want to be near the action. The stage is a major enticement to ghosts, as scenes are played out and emotions are portrayed. Perhaps a ghost is acting out a part right alongside actors but is invisible to the audience.

Hotels & Boardinghouses

It appears that almost every historic hotel or old boardinghouse, no matter how old, has a resident ghost. Many hotels exploit this, taking advantage of publicity, thereby creating a mysterious ghostly atmosphere for their guests. And who doesn’t want to spend the night in a haunted hotel.

Hotel ghost hunts can be a lot of fun. More often than not the hotel staff will be happy to accommodate ghost hunters by opening up their "haunted rooms" for inspection. 

Hotels & Boardinghouses as well as motels, are places where huge amounts of energy are stored. Many traumatic events have happened in these buildings: murders, suicides, in addition to other untimely death. These tragic events will often leave an imprint for years to come, and of course ghosts could choose to remain as well.

Look for haunted hotels, they are a great getaways for the weekend of ghost hunting. And don’t forget to ask the locals about nearby cemeteries or other haunted locations they know of.

Taverns

Any place that serves alcohol, provides companionship, and creates an atmosphere of fun and excitement is a prime location for odd, unusual characters. I have seen my share, dead or alive.

Historically, there are many old barrooms, saloons, taverns, speakeasies as well as restaurants that serve liquor, that still harbor ghosts of long ago. From cowboys to gangsters, ghosts linger to savor a taste of the past. Of course, over the years many people have died as a result of bar fights, shoot-outs, and mob massacres.

When investigating such places, even ballrooms for that matter, it would be very beneficial to research the history of the building or site. Always ask to see the basement, storage rooms, or hidden spaces as well. These places are often the oldest parts of the building and have escaped serious renovations over the years. They could be the repository of ageless energies in the form of a ghost or residual energy.

Cemeteries.

History is full of stories of haunted cemeteries. We’ve all read about eerie ghosts wandering around in graveyards on a moonlit night and shrouded misty figures floating across tombstones. These illusions are usually enough to make even die-hard ghost hunters a little nervous.

Surprisingly. most cemeteries are not haunted. If they are, its probably due to one of two reasons. Frist, its possible the site was haunted before the cemetery was established. Our ancestors could have been intuitively drawn to that area because it was representative of accumulated energy. For instance, Native Americans chose their burial grounds in this manner. Perhaps unconsciously they were led to take their people to a place that was closely connected to other realms. The land itself could have also been the site of a portal. Thus they honored their dead by energizing their souls.

The second reason is that cemeteries are places that carry imprints of deep emotions. We go to cemeteries to reaffirm our love for the people we have lost, to seek closure, and to reflect on our own mortality. These emotions alone are enough to entice ghostly activity. Remember, ghosts can and do (at times) respond to feelings of sadness, peace and joy as well.

Cemeteries can seem very eerie at night. Many anomalous photographs have been taken in the dark as well as in the daytime. It is always advisable to notify the grounds-keeper and get permission to enter a cemetery after dark, sepecially if its gated.

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My wife and I bought a house over 23 years ago. We love it, 4 bedroom, 1 1/2 bath, nice back yard. Grandkinds comes over and Trick or Treats every other weekend, but whos complaning. But I want to share a story with you that happens here every June 11th, a ghost story.

It all started about 7 or 8 months after we moved in way back when. My wife was pregnant with our first and life was great. But that night changed us and our home for good. You see that night I was awakened by a child of about 4 or 5, a little girl. I was sound asleep and found I was being shaken by my arm, a little girl was whispering in my ear "wake up, its my birthday"

I told my wife to "Knock it off" I rolled over on my side and went back to sleep, or so I thought.  "Hey Mister, its my brithday and I want my present" I took my hand and pushed my wife trying to tell her (in a nice way) to stop it and its not funny, but all I got out of her was a "hum" followed by snoring.

"Mister, its my brithday and I want my present"! A bit loader.

I sat up and looked over to my sleeping wife and found her... "Sleeping"!  "Its my brithday" the little voice said "I want my present". Leaning on one hand and rubbing my eyes with the other I  looked over to the bedside and there was a little girl in her "pj’s". How did you get in I thought, but I was a bit stuned and still not quite awake. "How did? Whats your name little girl"? I asked but all she said was "Its my birthday" I reached over and started to shake my wife to wake her. "Ok, I heard. How old are you"? I asked as I got my wife stiring. My wife said to stop talking to myself and go back to bed, but I keep shaking her and telling her to wake up.

The little girl put her hands on her hips and again said "Its my brithday and I want my present" By this time my wife had sat up and was looking over my shoulder. "How" started to come out of her mouth but she was interputed by the little girl almost screaming "Its My brithday" her face tighted and lips puckerd "I want my PRESENT"!

"Ok honey, I got a gift for you and how about some cookies and milk too untill we find your mommy and daddy" My wife the push-over. "Where is it, I want my present, its my brithday" said the little girl as she droped her arms to her side.

My wife got up and went to the other room and came back with a small teddybear we had got for our baby when the time came, (if it ever will I thought). "Sorry I didn’t wrap it honey, but I didn’t know its your brithday today"

The little girl took the gift with a big smile and huged it, swaying side to side as little girls do when they hug a doll or a puppy dog and ever so slowly faded away with the teddybear.

We both was stuned at what just happened! We both had a hard time comperhending what just took place. But guess what my friends, the same day and same time for the frist few years this little girl woke me, wanting her present. My wife and I got into a habbit to leave a gift every year on that night by the bedside. And every year since, we woke up to find the gift opened and the box empty.

P.S.

(My friends I had to let you know that my wife started to put a brithday card with the gift about 12 years

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I moved into a new apartment just last week, so do you think it would be a surprise if I told you I got a new apartment now? My friend let me tell you that, that apartment was weird! Totally of the wall and strange. Talking about walls let me tell you why I moved out only being there a week.

I got moved in and the frist night I was watching tv on the couch and I looked over to the wall and noticed, barely noticed an outline of a face on the wall. you could barely see it, but it was there. So I got a rag and wiped it off. Next night I was watching tv and looked over and there was the face again, but a bit more solid, a bit more detailed. Again I got a rag and wiped it off and this time made sure I got it. But did I? Care to guess?   

Next night I found that face again, more darker, more detail to its face, it was like it was growing on my wall. But this time I had to sand it off. wiping it didn’t work. I had to sand it and repaint. I called the landlord asking about it and he said he knew nothing about it, but if I have anymore problems to call him.

Well the next night I had a problem, he came over and I bet you anything you want that he thought I was drawing on the walls, but again the wall got a sanding and a new coat of paint, cause wiping it with a rag "didn’t work".

Ok night 5 and you can guess that yes that face was there on the wall like never before, it was so vivid, so clear. I called the landlord and he said to cut out around the face and replace it with a piece of sheetrock, mud it, sand it and repaint and he’d give me a months free rent. I thought it was a bit of work, but it wasn’t my building. So I did.

After all that, after all that the face was back the next night. Full color this time and it looked just like a real face. But this time the face, it looked up at me! Its eyes followed me everywhere I went as I packed my things and moved out!

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Have you ever been "Traped" in you own home? Think about it as I tell you a ghost story that I know you've never read or will read. Oh ya. One more thing you should know.  This could happen to you!

I'm an avid ghost hunter, I am part of an investigative team called "Tamon's Hauntings". My job with the group is EVP work. I'm sure most of you know what that is, but for those of you that don't, will its when you record ghost voices on a digtal recorder during an investigation. Then you go back and down load it on your computer then listen to see if you got a "ghosts voice". 

Last night the gang and I was investigating the Potter place on Heritage road. I was doing my EVP work going to all the rooms for about an 1/2 hour each asking questions. "Is there anyone here with us", Do you wish to talk to us", "Whats your name" you know, the average questions. But in the master bedroom I just got this feeling that something was going to happen, and man it did, after I got home.

At home I down loaded that nights EVP's and put on the headphones to listen to the tiddest work. As I listened I caught a voice that said "Whats my name"? I replayed it and it clearly said "whats my name". I noted it and listened on, but I did'nt have to listen long, it came again "whats my name". Hum. I noted it and went on. I noticed that about every minute the ghost voice said "whats my name, whats my name, whats my name". I thought man will the gang be surprised at this.

I took a break to go out to the car and get my drink, and heres where it gets scary!

I opened the front door and walked out but found myself entering the house like I was coming in instead of going out! Makes sence. Not to me. I turned around and walked out again, but I came in.  "That the"!! I turned and looked outside and I saw a clear night, looking up at the stars just to make sure. Then I heard this ghosts voice say "Whats my name"?

I tilted my head to make sure what I heard is what I heard and again it asked me "whats my name" I thought that I didn't turn off the EVP work on the computer so I went to check it and I had. It was on pause just like I left it. "Whats my name" I turned around to see a ghost standing there in the door way. Looking at me. "whats my name" but his lips never moved. I was thinking what this ghost was saying. I looked at the computer screen as I heard it again, "whats my name" but the download of the EVP work was on pause!

"What" I asked as I looked back at the ghost, and I heard him say to me in my thoughts "I want you to tell me my name". "I don't know your name" he replyed again "whats my name". By this time I was scared, I backed up to the window and with one hand behind me, and as I keep locked eyes on my ghost friend, I open the window. I spun around and jumped out only to find myself hitting the floor inside the house.

Standing up I looked over and he was gone.  I RAN FOR THE DOOR!  But!! I ran out or should I say ran into my home. "Whats my name" and all I could think of was "John, Paul, George, Ringo, I don't know your name" I cry'd "I don't (pause) know"

Then it hit me. I wiped my eyes clear of the tears and asked if the ghost if he was here. "Yes" came the reply "Where" "Over here" the ghost said appearing by the front door. Keeping as calm as I could I walked over to him, I reached up and my hand went through him just like in any other ghost story or tv show. 

I took a breath, then asked this.

"Whats your name"?

The ghost told me his name.

I repeted it.

The ghost steped aside.

I walked out of my house!

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I love my work, being a firefighter is all I ever wanted to be. Some people growing up would say they wanted to be Doctors or Lawers or even Cowboys, At the age of 8, I had my mind on fighting fires.

One morning the bell sounded and all of us jumped up and rushed to put on our gear, trained to do what we do makes for speed and efficiency, and under a minute the truck was rolling down the street to the fire.

This fire was a class C witch means people traped! It always made my stomach turn when I knew I was going to one of these, more than half the time kids are involved!

Upon arrival we set up in record time and had entered the apartment complex with 2 teams. I was on the 3rd team so I was standing with my brothers, by the truck waiting our turn.  Over the intercom you can hear team one talking on the 2nd floor telling team two to check the other end of the building when a man came up to me and pointing to the 5th floor second window in. "Theres a little girl traped in a closet in the hallway"! I picked up my mic and comfermed to my Chief what this guy said.   

"She's just a little girl, you got to get her out" he said. "Ok mister we are doing everything to get to her". In the background I heard  all that was going on inside the building and so did this man. Team 1 comferms the info and starts to where the little girl was.

A few minutes later the news came over the intercom that the girl was found and safe, and they was bring her out. This man put his hand on my shoulder and shook it gently, smiling I reached out and shook his hand thanking him for saving the little girls life.

Feeling his hand in mine as we shook hands makes anyone feel proud, saving a life makes it all worth it. Then slowly this man I was thanking disapper'ed right in front of my eyes.

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Its widely knowen in the paranormal field that some ghosts/spirits are attracted to objects. Its a possibility that they held an object close to them in life, and feel over powered  to be around it after they pass on.

My question is:

What happens when the object is destroyed or gone for good.  What happens to the ghost/spirit?

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It's my Grandad's brithday today, he turned 100. The hole family was here to help celebrate, even my brother Bob (the blacksheep of the family).  We had it all, cake & icecream and tons of presents for him. My Mom even made a great big banner to hang outside on the house for him.  Grandad was so execited, it was good to see him in a good mood for a change, you see he's not in the best of health.

After it was all said and done Grandad went to take a nap in the late afternoon, Everyone had something to do or somewhere to go. But I was just hanging around the house watching tv, when the door bell rang.  "Come in" I said without lifting up from the couch. But no one did! I again called out for who ever it was to come in, but the doorbell rang again. I got up curshing under my breath and went to the door.

Opening it there was Grandad wearing the shirt I gave him, and holding his violin witch he had played during the party for us. "Grandad, how did you get out there" I asked, but he just stood there looking at me. I reached out to take he's arm to help him inside, but my hand went right through him. My eyes widen as I tried again.

I watched Grandad look down where I tried to take his arm and then back up at me, just looking at me as before. I took a step back and called out to Mom who was reading a book in the room where Grandad took his nap (she just wanted to keep an eye on him because he had a big day). She called back softly asking what I wanted and I told her that Grandad was at the door and she better come. There was a pause then I heard her say "What are you talking about"?

I turned and high tailed it into the room where Mom was to get her to come to the front door, but when I looked to the bed there was Grandad. I was in shock thinking I was losing it. I had to go look. I had to go and see if Grandad was really at the front door.

Not saying a word I left the room and went to peek down the hall to the front door, and there he was! Grandad standing right where I had seen him. He turned his head towards me when I came into view, Seeing his eyes looking at me, not moving, not a word from him.

Now I know I was losing it. Stepping back in the bedroom I told Mom that she needed to make sure Grandad was alright.

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Taking my nightly walks seems to me that it shouldn't be out of the ordinary to say the least. My Doctor said the night air wouldn't hurt and even help me quit smoking, and I need the exercise. But the night of June 11th was, and  is the night I owe my life to a ghost.

I was walking through my home town streets, taking my normal route which took about 45 minutes to make the round trip back home. I was on Main and Center waiting for the light to change so I could cross the street. A busy street even at this time of night, people are going here and there, some guys, maybe on their "honey-do-list" that I bet they forgot about, but the worst is the teenagers with their foot in the carborators.

The light turned red and the the walk sign was on, I started to cross the street when I heard a Lady's voice say "stop". I looked around thinking she meant me but I didn't see anyone, so I keep going. "Stop!" turning again, "Please stop" as I waited for whoever it was to come around the corner, but taking a quick glance I came to find nobody was there.

Again I started to cross the street when I felt someone push against my shoulders, with hands that were cold as ice. And again hearing the word "stop". Looking and seeing the  "please walk" sign flashing I knew I had to hurry. I tried to walk, even take a step but something was holding me back. I noticed my breath had started to show as I would breath out, feeling the cold (oh so cold) but not able to move forward.

Then I seen her, a lady of about 30 or so, long blond hair and brown eyes with a long white dress that was flowing behind her on a beautiful clear night with no wind. She held me back with her hands firm on my shoulders, keeping me from crossing the street. I was startled when I could see the other side of the street through her.

I took a step back as I looked at her, then suddenly a car zoomed past right at the spot I would have been if she had not stopped me!!! She smiled and turned to look at the passing car which was flying down the road. She turned back to me as I felt the warmth returning to my shoulders. Still smiling she floated backwards and slowly disappeard into thin air.

Local Paper, June 11th 1965:

Woman hit and killed on Main and Center by a car. The unidentified woman was thought to be in her thirties, police comfirmed that the driver was intoxicated and under age.   Anybody who knows anything or has any information about her please contact the local Police Dept.

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I'm a postman, have been for years. I love the work, it gets me out of the office and into freah air. My boss a Mr Henry hired new employees so things got switched around. With new areas to deliver mail comes new faces. But six weeks into my route he gave me came the scare of my life.

On Westwood Dr lived a sweet old lady named Mrs Meier, a widow of fifteen years that was living alone. She was always waiting for me to drop off her mail, waiting there in her living room window watching for me. After time I use to look to her house and when I'd pull around from 1st ave on to Westwood I'd see her there smiling and waving. I always took a few minutes to chat with her about this and that and then I'd be on my way looking forward to tomrrows vist.

One day as I pulled around the corner and seen her waving to me from her window. I stoped my buggy, grabed her mail and went up to vist like always, but this time it was different! It was colder. I asked if she was all right and needed anything. She just smiled and said "Thank you, no".  For a few days we visted like normal, but the coldness was always there and I keep asking her what she needed but she refused any help.

But the last time I was there I was walking up the side walk waving to Mrs Meier in the window when her neighbor Mrs Blackburn came running over waving her arms for me to stop. I thought she had gotten the worng mail or something but when she came over she said there was no need to keep delivering the mail to Mrs Meier house. I asked why, and Mrs Blackburn said that Mrs Meier had passed away 3 days ago.

I quickly looked to the window to see no one there.

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