My husband has a bunch of rocks in the bedroom, maybe that attracts them.. When my father in law died, he was around a lot.. He came to all the kids and stood at the door way of each bedroom. Once he even brought a relative with him who had recently passed. After he died my wind up clock would stop at 6:50 whether it was fully wound, half wound or totally unwound. This lasted for a few years and just recently stopped doing it. One day, right after he died, we were in the living room and heard something fall on the floor. We ran to the kitchen and saw a big bag of potato chips on the floor. Those chips were on top of the refrigerator behind a big bag of napkins. There was no way they could have just fallen down. My husband sees his dad all the time and has many stories to tell about his encounters.

I don't know if they are ghosts, spirits or my imagination that come and visit me every now and then when I'm sleeping.. All I do know is when I awake I see dark shapes, women, men even a couple of pirates were standing next to my bed! I stare at them until they disappear, some times they make me scream.. (So embarrassing!) I see them floating over me looking at me. Most of the time they are at the foot of my bed..when I saw the pirates, I thought "oh man, no way!" they disappeared, then came back.. I mean these guys were dressed in full pirate garb!.. give me a break! This has been going on for years.

My Grandparents had a very big house in Grand Terrace, Calif. The hallway practically ran the length of the house and I hated that hallway with a passion. I used to get in trouble for cutting through the front room to go to the bedroom my sister and I usually stayed in. There was a pocket door on the far side of the front room to which I could pass through instead of walking down that hall. As you walk down the hall you felt mostly OK but as you reached the end and made the left turn towards the bedroom, that short bit always put me in almost a panic! By the time I touched the back bathroom door or back bedroom door I was practically in a panic.

My (now) ex-husband and I moved back to Calif. after a brief time living out of state. While we waited for our new home to be finished we stayed with my grandparents. My X smoked and would go outside to do so usually. One evening before bed we were laying in the back bedroom watching TV and he said he wanted to go for a smoke before bed. Because it was a hot summer I said I'd put on a robe and sit with him and I'd meet him out there. As I walked from the bedroom through the pocket door into the living room I swear out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw someone sitting in one of the arm chairs in the dark. I looked directly at the chair and it was gone. I scooted out the front door and sat on the stoop with my X husband. He took a couple of drags on his cigarette and said "did you see it too?" and I looked at him and said "in the brown armchair?" and he said "yeah, I saw it too" We had both agreed that out of the corner of our eye it was my granddad but it was not. We assume it was my great grandfather as they looked very similar and it had always been suspected that he haunted the house for some reason.

I used to sit with my friend Shannon and my sister in the back bedroom and we'd read books or play barbies as kids when I'd visit for the summer. We'd hear something walking up and down the hall constantly. My grandmother used to say it was the ice maker in the freezer in the kitchen but there was no way an ice maker can make that consistent of a sound on the far end of the house. It was too consistent to be a house settling either.

I enjoy going to cemeteries and reading tomb stones. One day I was at Agua Mansa Cemetery with a friend, in the day, and "saw" a man and a lady facing a tomb stone. The lady had on a long white/light colored dress and the man was dressed like a cowboy (jeans flannel plaid shirt). The strange thing was, the man didn't have any legs. I turned to point them out to my friend, but of course they were gone. I was messing around with some friends one night before Halloween at the Riverside cemetery and we didn't see or hear anything. So as we were leaving, I noted a strong eucalyptus scent as I was walking toward the car. When we went inside my friends house, I still smelled the strong scent of eucalyptus. As I was getting ready for bed that night I noticed the smell of eucalyptus trees again! At both my friends house and mine there are no eucalyptus trees and I noted that at my latest trip to that cemetery, we all noticed, there are no eucalyptus trees there!

I lived in a small, very old, two bedroom house on Laurel Street in Colton, Calif. The house had problems prior to my living there as the neighbors reported that drug users had lived there and people would usually move out within a few months. The drug allegations were confirmed by finding a crack pipe, a piece of a metal pot pipe of some sort and a sawed off shotgun under a pile of junk in the garage. It was odd because the neighborhood itself was fairly decent.

After we moved in I had the kids settle into the attic of the house which had been walled up to look like a normal room. It was a bit dim and a touch creepy but the kids really seemed to like it. Suddenly they could never keep their rooms clean. I swear it would almost dirty itself. I was always on them to clean up their rooms and get their mattresses back onto their beds. They'd look at me and tell me straight faced that they had cleaned their rooms up. Likely Story. One time I was up there helping them clean and I noticed one of the 'walls' acted as an access panel into the side areas of the attic. When I opened it up I saw wood that had clearly been burned as if there was a fire. Further inspection of the insulation indicated that there was some sort of fire in the attic a very long time ago. A few weeks later we decided to tear up the nasty carpet in the front room and enjoy the hardwood floor that we knew was underneath. When the whole carpet was up we noticed weird burn patterns on the floor like someone had poured fluid on the wood and lit it. I called the fire dept. and was redirected to someone who would tell me if there had been a fire call or any history of that house. All they could tell me is it was built in 1892 and there had been no incidents on record. I inquired with the owner of the property that we rented from and they had owned the property for about 15 years and had no mention of a fire before they took ownership or anytime after that.

The kids went up to Northern Calif. to stay with their grandmother, I had them clean their rooms spotless. I was up there with them for a few hours making them clean it to perfection. They were gone a whole month and nobody had been up there the whole time. When they got back they came downstairs asking who thrashed their room. I went up and looked and it had been thrashed bad. Even a few of the ceiling panels had been pulled down and the fiberglass insulation was strewn around the room. A few weeks later I was in the washroom and from the washer I could see upstairs into the attic and out of the corner of my eye I saw a shadowy figure of a man standing at the top of the steps with his hands on his hips looking down at me. He was about my height and build but with short hair. He had his head cocked slightly to the side. I straightened up from removing clothes from the dryer and he disappeared. After that there was walking through the house at night when everyone was in bed, the computer room closet was no longer able to stay closed and would constantly open. The cat avoided the computer room whenever possible. The property was eventually sold and we had to move to a new house elsewhere.

The very first house I moved into in California was in Grand Terrace, Calif. one street over from my grandparents on Miriam Way. The owner had died in the house I was told by his son but he had died in his sleep with his nurse in attendance and was removed within a few hours of the death. A little creepy granted but the house felt fine. For a very long time there were no problems but then that changed. The dog and cat would flip out for no reason at all. My two otherwise good sleeping children would cry at night in their sleep claiming they were shaken awake. I would see a shadowy figure out of the corner of my eye moving around. The house was set up so that my sons bedroom had two doors into it. One could run in a circle from the one door, into the front room, down the hall past my daughters room and back into my sons room like a race track. Believe me, my kids proved this point often.

Well it seems that shadowy figure loved that same path and would take it often. I would see him pass by sometimes when I was in the back bathroom, in my bedroom, the frontroom or kitchen. Because it was harassing my kids I was upset. I talked to the owner of the home who told me his father died in the house right in the front bedroom that my son was sleeping in. He was moved into there from the master bedroom because it was closer to the front of the house and there was no carpet in there in case he had an 'accident' - which is always a lovely thing to hear. He had passed away during the night of a heart attack and the nurse did not check on him until the morning. He showed me a picture and the 'shadow' I had been seeing appeared to have the same shape this man had. I told him I thought his Dad was still at the house and he said he had thought he saw him out of the corner of his eye several times while they cleaned up the house too. I asked him if it was OK if I helped him move on and he said "please do".

I talked to my religious friend regarding the issue and she brought over some holy water and a cotton cloth that had been blessed. We cut up the cloth and starting at the front of the house I went with my friend, and cousin blessing the house. Over each doorway I took the holy water and made a cross and read this passage from the bible. As we got further into the back of the house we kept feeling a pressure building. When I got to my bedroom I reached up while citing the verse to put the holy water over the doorway. It was at that point I clearly felt a push on my chest and I started to fall backwards. My cousin pushed behind me to steady me and my friend pulled on my arm and helped me make the sign of the cross over the doorway. The whole house shook like we had an earthquake and it was gone. No more problems. No quakes registered on USGS's website.

I had big black cat named Midnight. I got him as a baby when I was 12 and he was my sleeping companion, and I was his Mommy. After my parents divorced, my sister, mother and I moved into an apt. in Grand Terrace. Of course we took our kitties with us. Midnight had been accidentally let out and he was hit by a car. For a very long time (years) after that, every night after I would climb into bed and lay still I would feel some kind of weight jump up onto the bed and walk up by my legs and stop. The first couple of nights I thought it was my sisters cat taking pity on my upset situation. After mentioning it she said it wasn't because the cat had been sleeping with her. So the one night when I felt the feline movement on the bed I slowly swept my let over the area the cat walked. I clearly felt the slow careful stepping of 'kitty' but found nothing there. Nothing at all. I did this every night for the next several days to make sure it wasn't my sisters cat (who really never liked me). Nothing was there.

Did my cat come back from the grave to ease my grief? I donut know. But his presence existed for a very long time and moved with us several times over the years. My now X husband even admitted to feeling his presence several times creeping up the bed and thought it was his imagination until I asked him if he 'felt' that one night. He thought he was going crazy and was glad to hear me point it out. Years later his visits stopped when my cat Simba came to live with me. It is kind of funny that Simba has many of the same mannerisms that Midnight did and since he arrived, I believe Midnight finally decided to go to rest - or did he?

A few years ago one of my cats was killed by a careless driver. I believe he came to say good bye to us before permanent departure to let us know that everything was okay. I was taking a nap and I woke up and felt him jump on the bed, rub against me and purr in his usual way. However, there was no cat in the room me at the time, and the door was shut. My daughter said the same thing happened to her on that same day. About 4 months ago I had to put another cat to sleep and my daughter and I had the exact same incidents occur with this cat.

When I was just beginning 5th grade and my sister 3rd, our mom moved us into a new rental home. We had previously been living with my Aunt due to my mom’s surgery. It was the summer of 1983. I was not happy about the move since this took me out of the school I was in with all my friends and into a new school. I want to say things started to happen right away. My mom’s boyfriend had bought her a nasty ugly clown painting and it was hanging on the wall in the hall. I had to pass this thing coming and going to my room. This thing never stayed on the wall. It would always fall off and slam to the ground. My sister and I finally had enough and locked the picture up in the hall linen closet! We showed it man. We were in charge. Yeah right!
We had probably been in the house less than a month when I stayed home from school ill. Mom had to work to put food on the table and worked in Covina. This meant I was home alone. I was on the couch in the living room watching TV on when I started to hear footsteps in my bedroom. This was the front room with a window looking out to the driveway. I started to get nervous and tried to play it off as the wind. Then the footsteps were coming down the hall. There was a lot of banging noises too. I freaked. I knew someone was in the house with me! I called my mom and was crying to her on the phone that someone had gotten into the house. She could not calm me down so she put her co worker Darlene on the line with me while she raced home. Needless to say I waited for the man to come around the corner of the hall. I knew he was there. It took my mom 20 -30 minutes to get home. Once she arrived all the noises stopped. It went silent. My front room had the old style crank windows. Once they were shut and locked you could push and pull on them and they won’t open. Almost time when we had been out for the evening and returned home, my window would be wide open with the curtain billowing out. Many times my mom though we had a break in. Nothing was ever missing. My mom chose to block out the things that were happening. If she didn’t admit to it then it wasn’t real. To this day she does not like to talk about that house. She says if she even thought for a second her current home is haunted she’d sell it in a heartbeat!

My cat Soxie died after having a litter of kittens. She passed away in the bathroom at the back of the kitchen. I never liked that bathroom. It was always cold and creepy. One thing she loved to do when she was alive was to steal the sponges off the counter and carry them under the dining room table and chew on them. Not too long after the passed, my sister and I would come home from school and find sponges under the dining room table. Now my sister has her own experiences to tell, and she tells them well.

One creepy experience we had was as we were packing to move. Boy were we glad to get out of there! According to my sister she was in her room when something happened and she was telling the spirit or spirits we were leaving and we weren’t coming back. Something scared her at the same time I heard a nasty deep laugh come from my closet. There are so many things that happened in this house I can’t even begin to put them all down. I will say that for years after we moved out I would have a reoccurring dream/nightmare. We would have to move back into that house and the house would laugh because it had us again. My sister says she had the same dreams. We go by it every now and again and its just as creepy looking today as it was back then.

Back in December 2007, my friend Marissa and I were at the Queen Mary in Long Beach, CA for a Darkness Radio (link?) event. During one of the speakers we had already heard a couple of times, we decided to go for a wander. We ended up on the Haunted Encounters Tour, which is a great walk around the ship that includes some of the reported ghostly encounters. It hits most of the hot spots - the engine room and watertight door 13 where John Pedder was crushed in 1966, the 1st/3rd Class pool where "Jackie" likes to play, and the boiler room. No smoke and mirrors, just some good ghost stories! Now, according to Marissa, this tour used to start in the Royal Theatre, where they now hold performances of Rocky Horror, but it was once the 2nd Class pool. Being the sweettalker that she is, Marissa managed to get us in there after the tour was over. We figured we'd just get to peek in and be done with it, but the person who let us in handed us a flashlight and told us to take our time. Not ones to give up such a great opportunity, we headed down into the darkened theatre, taking a look around and starting an EVP session, taking pictures...the usual ghost hunting routine.

From where we were sitting, in the front row of the audience seating, we could see the stage and area above it, and to our right was the stage door, which was open. A shaft of light was coming through that door and falling across the stage. It was freezing cold in there, and we could hear people outside the theatre (we later learned the historical exhibit is right outside of it). Once we were accustomed to what noise coming from outside in the passageway sounded like, it let us discern what we heard in with us as opposed to out there. There were some definite noises up in one of the lighting booths, which we know was locked, and we never heard the door open or close, just noises as if someone was moving around. We also had the overwhelming feeling of being watched, specifically from the stage door. The shaft of light across the stage? Every so often, it'd be blocked for a couple seconds then reappear. However, the door was wide open so we'd have seen someone standing there. It wasn't long before both Marissa and I were feeling something... but for each of us, it was different...she was unable to stop smiling and had a pleasant tickle in her stomach, whereas I was nauseous, had a headache right in the center of my forehead, and was quite annoyed...even though I knew I wasn't annoyed at all! After a time, these feelings passed but not the feeling of being watched. We must've taken fifty pictures of that doorway alone (We also managed to catch a VERY interesting picture that's on the Evidence page under the Queen Mary section). All told, I'd say we were in there an hour and a half or so. At one point, getting sort of frustrated with the feeling of being stared at from that door way, and the absolute silence of the theatre, I sighed and leaned back in my seat and said "Can you please just give us a sign?" and took a picture towards the ceiling, of the corner above the stage where we'd seen a dark shadow flitting around.

All of a sudden, a loud siren blares and a female voice starts speaking, though I'll be darned I can remember what she said. Marissa and I jumped out of our skin and did one of those Scooby Doo runs where your legs just spin and then you take off. Halfway to the stairs, and with Marissa ahead of me with the flashlight, I remember my audio recorder is just chillin' on the stage. I shout, turn, run in the dark to grab it (thank goodness it has a little red light!) and then book it up the stairs and out into the lobby area. Every inch of me is shaking at this point and we've realized that the commotion is a fire alarm. What is unsettling is that no one else seems bothered. We see this nice old guy who sits at the tour desk and ask him about it - frankly worried we're the only ones who hear it, though our first thought is somehow my camera set off some sort of security alert! His response, very non-chalant... "Oh, this happens from time to time. The fire alarms just go off." They weren't testing them, though. Guess that's what happens when you ask for a sign!