" GHOST"

OK I'm not sure if this is true because my brother told me. (And you know how brothers can get) But he said that he heard this legend from the Discovery channel or something, so here it goes.
These 2 young men lived in a castle on a hill. It was dooms day (not that kind of dooms day when the world ends, just a day kind of like Halloween) when they were playing poker.
They were playing poker and it was almost midnight when their servant said, "If you keep on playing the devil will come and take you away."
One of the men responded, "Oh, you know that's not true. And we don't want to hear from you again." So the servant left the room. Then it struck twelve. There came a smoke from under the door and it opened with a bang! The 2 men looked through the fog and saw the devil. The devil then said, "I'll make you a bet. If I win you two men have to come down to hell with me. But if you win I'll give you all my jewels."
So the two men agreed. Then, later, the two men lost. So the devil took their souls down there. Then the room was set on fire. The servant come and saw only one thing not burning in the room. A card with the picture of the devil on it.
Stories: The room was reconstructed and made into a bedroom. This one couple who slept in that room said that they couldn't sleep through the night. They woke up and found these men sitting at the table in front of them, playing poker.
There's also another one of a man who said that he couldn't breath so he shot up and found a man right in front of his face. Then he could breath again.

I really don't know what type of event I am about to describe. Back in 1992 I was wronged by an individual in such a way that caused me a personal financial disaster which took several years to recover. I bought a home from this man. He really put it to me.
A brief synopsis about my personality. I am mostly passive, but can be annoyed to such a state that I will do or say things for which I am later sorry. But I freely admit I am one of the "get even type of guys." Years ago some teenagers stole my tools out of my garage. I sought retribution and was highly satisfied. These tools were special. Many of the hand tools were my grandfathers. Some of which he used to recover from polio.
Back to the event at hand. The miscreant who caused me so much trouble had done so by devious misinformation, lies and absolute falsehoods. One day after about the tenth major frustration I became so enraged, I said out loud, "You son of a bitch. I put a pox on you. You will be dead within a week." I was so focused in what I said. After the words left my mouth I felt a great feeling of relieve, as if a weight had been removed from my chest. I don't claim to have any extraordinary powers. The words just came out.
Less than a week later the daughter of this individual came over to my home, asking if any mail had come in his name to my house (I had bought the house from him). I answered her question. She told me her father had a sudden and unexpected fatal heart attack and passed away. I knew my "pox" had caused his death. It certainly could have been otherwise, but I really don't think so. His daughter told me he had no medical history of any heart problems. He was not overweight. He had no symptoms, no chest pains. He just "dropped dead." I did not disclose the "pox" to her.

When I was in high school, my family lived on a lake in a small town in Missouri. My mother and I were alone in the house watching a movie on the Disney Channel. I'd seen the movie many times before (not sure anymore what it was) so I started to look around the room. When my gaze focused on the spiral staircase, a ball of light came down the stairs and shot across the room about a foot from the ceiling. When it came to the television, it shut off. None of the other power in the house was affected by the ball. My mother and I looked at each other with utter disbelief. She immediately said, "Well, I wonder what that was?" I wasn't sure about my mother, but I thought it might be the ghost I believed to live in my mother's room. I mentioned it to her, but she dismissed it as the cat (because my belief was based on the creaking of foot-falls in her room when I was the only one home). Even though I told her, "Cats aren't that heavy."
The only other person who ever heard what I heard constantly was my friend Susan. We were in the house alone during our Christmas break. I was doing the laundry (which was on the main floor) when the sound of footsteps was heard. Susan said, "I thought your mother would be at work." I replied, "She is, that's our ghost." She got this look on her face and asked, "Do you really think you have a ghost?" I told her I really did and that I'm the only one who believes it. We took a tape recorder into the bedroom and shut the door for the better part of the day. All we heard was a constant clicking. I first thought it was just the sound the tape made, but it wasn't uniform like it should have been. Long story short, Susan's boyfriend (who I later found out was a Satan Worshiper) told us that there was a portal in my mother's bedroom, but the good spirit in the house kept it at bay. I'm not so sure I believe that.
Anyway, I'm an adult now and my husband and I live in a rental house in the city. I've heard strange things a lot, but the strangest and most recent was when I woke up with the alarm one morning. I pushed the snooze and was lying there waiting to fall back asleep. I was unable to because I heard the doorknob rattle once. I was shocked but was able to tell myself (to a point) that it was the cats playing on the nearby cat tower. They must have jumped off and hit the knob. That notion was banished when I heard it rattle three more times in rapid succession. Something I'm sure my cats could not have done, no matter how close to the door the cat tower is.

I am 17 years old. One night me and a friend of mine were at my girlfriend's house. Her sister came into the room we were in and asked where her lip gloss was. We started searching for it, when my girlfriend and her sister looked under the sofa, they found my girlfriend's old Ouija board her mother had hid from her.
We were bored so we decided to mess with it. At first it didn't work because we were sort of joking around about it, but when we got serious the fun began. We first asked it if it was good or bad and it went to the b, so we took that as being bad. Then we asked it's name, it said the name of my girlfriend's dead grandpa. Same deal with the last name.
It said it died of cancer, which he did, named the correct age, and said he was her grandpa. To this day i believe the Ouija board is for real.

I was at a slumber party and i was acting as the medium. we decided to contact kurt cobain because he is my idle. one of the girls had a really bad feeling about it so we got some rosemary's and some crosses and holy water. we sat don and i started channeling.
I was told what happens from here, i don't remember any of it. from what i was told i was what you would consider possessed. the demon left no name but Satan. i was told that i leapt at my friend becky and left scratches all over her. they said i sounded like ten men speaking at once, my eyes were rolled completely back in my head and i had sweat and blood on my face. they said i started chanting some weird thing in Latin, no post nubila phoebus. then in English i said something about them being foolish. they said the room grew very hot and they heard hellious screams. when i woke up i was covered in holy water, extremely tired, and confused. i had channeled many times before and nothing had ever went wrong like this.
to this day i still don't know what cause it.

This may sound weird but it's true. My friends and i were bored so we started to play Ouija in his basement. we asked it if there are any spirits in the house and it said "yes 2". it said there is a good spirit and a bad spirit. We wanted to see if all of this Ouija stories were true, so we asked it to do something. we waited a few seconds, when a pen flew across the room and hit the wall. We all swore that none of us threw it. We asked it to throw something else. It threw a size AA battery across the room. before this experience we were at my house and we asked the spirit to show it's self. It did. A white orb appeared and flew through the wall in my basement. We all saw it. Not just me. All 5 of us saw it. There is no explanation for five people seeing a ghost at the same time. What you have just read is true.

My grandma went to the local cemetery to visit her fathers grave. My grandpa was walking around to find a water hose to water the plants at the grave site. He saw a voodoo doll. They went home and he told my grandma and she made him go back to pick it up. He was very upset with her. They are superstitious and so finally he was convinced to get it. When he returned, my grandma took out the needles, and unraveled the thread. She then burned it. From that day she started to get very sick. she decided to visit her friend Gloria who felt the evil presence and immediately told her she was surrounded with an evil presence. as soon as she walked into the door, there was a gust of wind in the house. She gave her the address to a Mexican healer in San Antonio. My mom took my grandma as soon as she could because by the third day, my grandma couldn't get out of bed. It turned out the voodoo doll in the cemetery was left there to be guarded by the evil spirits in the cemetery. Any one who fooled with it, their destiny was death. The lady then asked my grandma to wear nothing but white for 9 days. If she decided to go outside, she needed a white handkerchief on her head. It's said that if you have a weak cerebrum evil will enter through there and then death shall come, or you'll get very sick and doctors won't find anything wrong. Either way you end up dying. After 9 days of the healing process my grandma came out fine. As if she was never sick. Without the Mexican healer my grandma would have died.

The fraternity house I lived in during college has a long history of strange happenings. Many of the occurences took place before I entered school, but many occured while I lived in the house.
The fraternity house was an actual house (unlike the dorm type houses at many larger schools) that housed 14 people. The house had two stories and a basement. All of the bedrooms were in the basement and on the second floor. Most of the "occurences" happened in two of the rooms on the second floor.
During one summer quarter around 1980, only two people were living in the house. Both were staying up late studying for finals when one of them decided to walk to a convenience store down the street. The brother that remained in the house was picked up and forcibly pushed into a corner of the bedroom. He felt as if hot air (or breath) was being blown over him. In a moment, he was able to move and ran downstairs and out of the house. While standing in the front yard, he heard a voice within the house asking him to come back inside. He never went back into the house. He eventually quit the fraternity .
Around the same time a few of the brothers were down in the basement (where the bar was) drinking a few beers. They suddenly heard a voice at the top of the stairs say "Howdy!". They called out for this "person" to come on down. A moment later they heard the voice again say, "Howdy!". Thinking that someone was trying to mess with them, they ran up the stairs only to find the room empty. This is made a little more remarkable by the fact that no one could be heard leaving the house (it was impossible to move around that house without making alot of noise - lots of creaks and groans). The ghost in the house was then given the name "Howdy" as a result.
During the time I lived in the house, the person that lived in the room of the first occurence noted above had a few strange experiences. One night he was awoken by a noise in his room. He leaned up in bed and saw his refrigerator door opening and closing by itself. In an amazing display of self control, he said, "Alright Howdy, quit f**king with me!". At this point, the refrigerator door stopped moving.
This same person, woke up one spring morning to find it extremely cold in his room. It was cold enough that he could see his breath. The odd thing was that it was relatively warm outside (much warmer than his room).
One time, for three nights in a row, this same person and one of the people who lived in the room right across the hall would wake up, get out of bed and open their doors at the same time. Even stranger is the fact that they claimed to have had the same dream before awakening.
One of the brothers stayed in the house over Christmas break alone. He slept in the room across the hall noted above. He woke up one night and found himself pinned to the bed and unable to move. He also felt the feeling that hot air was being blown over him. He, too, was able to move in a few moments and ran down and spent the remainder of the break sleeping in the TV room.
Although many other things have happened in the house, I will only relate one more story. Late one night, a bunch of us were watching "The Exorcist". At one point in the movie, the young girl (played by Linda Blair) was asked the name of her "imaginary" friend (the demon that ended up possessing her). She replied, "Captain Howdy". One of the brothers with us that night had been in the basement when the original "Howdy" episode happened. When I looked over at him, he was as white as a ghost.

My first experience with ouija, was by myself. It was a portal for a little girl, grace was her name. Grace had been killed by her father when she was only 9, back in 1964. You will probably hear about Grace again in another one of my stories. One day in the town of purtleville, AZ. I was walking around down by all the little shops, there was a herb and oil shop, with a tarot card reader. She gave me Grace for free as she could feel my "waves" and knew about me. I didn't know what to do with Grace, actually I was scared of the actual board, it was real freaky looking. One day when I came home from with Grace on the kitchen table out of the box and the tapper on the word HELLO. I was actually not scared, and that surprised me more than the fact that Grace came out on her own. Even though I didn't know what to do with Grace, my hands were moved to touch the tapper. After asking several questions like how old are you, what do you look like, basic questions, I got to the questions of how she died, who killed her. I could feel her getting upset, my bedroom door slammed shut not once but twice. I put her back in the box. The next day when I went out to my car, the morning frost had settled on the car. when I looked in my rear-view mirror, there were two words written on the window in what looked like a little girls hand writing "SORRY UPSET". I forgave her and to this day we still talk. I have to say this girl must have been very intelligent in the living world. Like I said you'll hear about Grace again, I've got tons of stories about Grace.

I hope this is the right address to send a story. When I was around 8 or 9 years old I had a few occurrences that I could never explain. They all took place at night in my bed room. More than once I would sit up in bed to see a black silhouette, a shadow of a womens form standing at the foot of my bed. I distinctly remember speaking to it several times, but never getting a response. It is strange, but I don't remember being too afraid of this sight. I adopted the feeling that it was someone watching out for me.
Another experience I had in this room happened around the Holiday season. I was asleep when I felt someone take hold of the big toe on my left foot and shake it. I assumed that it was my one uncle, trying to by coy I kept my eyes shut and then I felt someone grab my hair, like between your thumb and fore finger and give a little shake. Now I was sure it was my uncle because he was famous for doing that to me. When I awoke the next morning, I asked my mother if Uncle Phil had been to the house. She said he had not been there. I then asked, if her or my father had wiggled my toe or pulled my hair. The answer was no.
This next incident though was the strangest for me. When I was a child I prided myself on how well I could find my way around the house in the dark. To this day I still practice walking around in the dark or with my eyes closed, that is why this experience scared me the most. I had reached the age were I was sleeping with my bedroom door closed with no nite-lite. Outside my bedroom door immediately to the left was the bathroom door. In there was a small light that was on at night. It was very easy to see the glow from this light coming through the crack at the bottom of my door.This night I awoke to natures call, got out of bed and went to the door, but I could not find it. I started to look for the light at the bottom of my door, again it could not be found. Thinking I could be on the wrong side of the bed I moved around the room feeling for familiar pieces of furniture I felt nothing but blank walls. I even laid down on the floor looking for the light under the door but there was nothing but total blackness. I started yelling then screaming and beating on the walls for my mother, it seemed an eternity but she finally opened the door. This was the only experience of that kind that I had, it was enough.
A lot of things from my childhood I have forgotten, but I remember these things as if they were yesterday.

This truly happened to me when I was in my late teens. To begin with My father always had a kind of esp or something he knew when things were going to happen and especially at Christsmas time he could always guess what was in every wrapped present, even ones that were sent from family, and were not purchased from our household. I feel that I have inhareted this sort of talent but in a different manner, I seem to feel things that some people dont. One instance a friend and I were going to go out a club, yet for some reason I just knew that I should not drive that night but not listening to my "feelings" I drove any way we got on the freeway and not 20 minutes later we were in a car accident. Its funny because durring that 20 minutes befor I kept either hearing a voice or my own thoughts I really am not sure which was which reminding me that I should not drive, over and over and over.Well I also can walk into a house and know that either something bad happened in it or something was in that house that was not happy just a feeling , to go on to another story, My aunts grandmother had passed away in her home, which was built Id say early 30's if not befor. My aunt made some needed repairs to the house and moved in, One night I stayed the night laying by the fireplace. I woke up with and uneasy fealing I looked up and the door to the kitchen opened and shut opened and shut. This was in winter and no windows were open and no breeze was in the house, I knew something was there I just looked but saw nothing, I then jumped up and ran into my aunts bed and woke here and told her what happend she said it was most likely her grandmother. after I ran into her bedroom I did shut the door. a few minutes later it opened, my aunt and I just looked ant the empty door way, and she said go away very loudly the door shut end of story. I never had any more occurances in that house again.

I'm not quite sure how to explain my various experiences, except that all of them were accompanied by a strange evil feeling. My earliest was when I was very young. I was younger than most people were when they start remembering things, which puts it when I was probably younger than 2.
Anyway, the memory is of a hideous spider, much larger than normal spiders found around the typical American house. This spider, on several nonconsecutive nights, would descend from the curtains in the living room and talk to me. The first night it visited, it told me not to be afraid, that it was my friend. It talked to me about various things such as the toys in my playpen. Then it climbed back up the window and was gone.
Several nights later it returned, this time looking a little bit different, bigger and less friendly. This was around the time when my parents began going to church and, according to my parents, had become Christians. It told me that it didn't like when my parents sang to Jesus. Then it went away again.
The next time it came, it was monstrous in size, with dim red eyes and long, scary legs, like those of a garden spider, chitinous and smooth. It told me it wasn't going to be my friend anymore. Then it left, and I never saw it again.
I am now 16 years old. To this day I am scared to death of spiders, especially larger ones, and they seem to know it. Spiders plague my room and, it seems, deliberately go there just to torment me. Just the past year I have had several nightmares involving spiders and sometimes wake up to find medium to large size spiders in my room, like I can sense them somehow, usually on the ceiling, trying to drop down on me or something. This may sound paranoid but it's true. They scare the piss out of me.
The other major incidents involve my old school, which is also a church. It was a private school, with a low student count, about 50 or so. It is located in a buidling that used to be owned by the Free-Masons or some other religious sect. In the upstairs floor, when the church first bought the building, a giant pentagram was cut into the floor, for satanic rituals, I assume. It also had some other things that hinted at rituals being carried out.
Anyway, some of the freakiest things happened to me and my friends there, most of them at night (of course) after a youth group or Bible study (which I didn't attend, I just went with my mom).
The weirdest occurence happened upon our return from a trip to the Jersey shore. Some of the private school's students went, about 30 people in all, counting chaperones. When we arrived, it was (I assume) 1:30 to 2:00 a.m. and, rather than drive each person home individually, we all slept upstairs in the church, in the room where the pentagram once was (they cut it out of the floor and replaced it with normal floorboards) and awaited each kid's parents to retrieve them the next morning. I remember hesitating to sleep in there, but I was so freaking tired that I just didn't care. The next thing I remember was hearing a hellish scream. I suppose only I heard it, because only I woke up.
Now this sounds quite strange, and I'm not sure if I just dreamed it or if I really saw it, but it scared the hell out of me. If it was a dream, it was the most vivid I had ever had. The room was full of smoke, with flickering red light, and weird creatures standing around the spot where the pentagram wasn't supposed to be, but was. The pentagram emitted an evil red light, like it was a gateway to hell, and was made of human flesh, bleeding and sweating. The creatures all turned to a monstrous shadow in the smoke and began speaking strange incantations in low, evil voices. The enormous creature shrouded in smoke promptly strode into the middle of the pentagram, looked at me with huge red eyes, and roared the most inhuman sound you could imagine. It's body was massive, with horns sticking out of it's back, sides, and head. It's jaws were huge, and, when opened, revealed large, sharp teeth. It began to reach for me with arms that were much too long for it's body size. Everything vanished, and I either awoke from the dream or came out of the hallucination, I don't know which. I screamed, and, seeing where I was, screamed again, for I was not where I had gone to sleep, but standing in the exact spot where the pentagram once was. My screaming woke everyone else, and one of the chaperones came running to see what I was bellowing about. I guess I was about 11 or 12 at the time, and no time before or since that happened do I remember feeling such stark terror as when I gazed into the gaping jaws and glowing eyes of that demon.
I will never sleep in that place again. If the mere act of falling asleep in a place once roamed by demons and used for satanic rituals can cause someone to dream or have a vision of something as horrible as what I saw that night, then who knows what else might happen, possession or God knows what else. All the other experiences in that place were of the usual sort, lights going on and off, strange noises, feeling a presence and finding noone there, doors moving by themselves, etc.

I have two occurences. One of which happened when I was about 3-5 yrs. Can't remember exactly. The other happened to my grandfather. It happened in my grandparents house, which might I add, is a little bit weird anyway. It's not old though. The bedroom and dining room sits lower than the rest of the house except the basement which is lower. The basement is a whole other story.
Anyway, when back then, at this point, I was outside with my grandmother who asked me to run inside and get her shoes out of the closet. Well, I go down to the bedroom, lean in the closet, and pick up the shoes. As I begin to stand up, I see two big yellow eyes. They weren't human at all. They were too large to be either human or animal. Needless to say, I ran outside.
About 13 yrs later, as my grandfather and I are replacing some grass in a ditch(don't ask), I relay the story to him. He stops working, spits some tobacco out of his mouth, and says, "You know, it's kinda odd that you tell me that." Naturally, I inquire. He goes on to tell me that around that same time, he was laying in bed one night, and rolled over only to see a large black bulldog, with red eyes, growling at him. It of course faded after a few seconds. My grandmother tells me about how when she was in what we affectionately called the "green room" something happened to her also. First, this room really was green. Everything in it that is. And it had a closet in it that I believe may be the origin of this room's problem.
She related that she often would go in there and lay down to take a rest. Sometimes, she would wake and feel someone in the room there, but could not move or see anyone for that matter. She said that somehow she moved herself to the door eventually only to step out of it into the wreck room, blink, then realize, she never moved at all.
I believe that somehow, since the bedroom was closest to the basement, which I believe to have one of the more prominent sources of evil in it, the bedroom somehow automatically contained that same entity. The basement has never produced anything to make me afraid, but just being in it always made me look behind my back constantly. I spent a lot of time down there then, for that was where the TV was, and I wasn't going to let any evil spirit get in the way of Tom and Jerry. I always felt though that something was buried or hidded in the walls in the little section between the TV room in the basement, and the washroom. And the washroom also gave me the feeling that there was something in the walls, which was also located in the basement. Go fig. Maybe there is something there. Nonetheless, I refuse to step foot any further than the wreck room.

The order in which the events occurred has remained rather sketchy and difficult for total recollection on behalf of Mr. Stover. Under these circumstances, he gives us his most clear remembrance for the purpose of renewed research within this area.
Firstly, for reasons unknown to him, there was recalled an energy field. The scope of this field was said to have surrounded the area in question extending two blocks in any direction beyond the playground also located on the premises. The sensation evoked within Mr. Stover, was one of intrusion, at the very least the feeling that one was being observed. Stover felt rather disconcerted and out of place during the course of the day in question. There had been hundreds of people there having and wonderful time, that failed to notice anything out of the ordinary, unlike him.
Naturally, as his recollection continues to improve, his details increase Secondly was noted an orb of sorts, the apparent size of a basketball which remained to him very fleeting; for no more than five minutes or so out of the entire day.
Next he becomes a bit hesitant to continue further, fearing ridicule as the strangeness of the details becomes more prevalent. His intention is for those attempting this research to remain open-minded, as he believes his memories fervently. Although he has run them through various logic and rational tests of his own, he remains personally unable to find a thoroughly explainable variable to which his bizarre accounts can be attributed. Most noted, the fact that no power sources were visible to explain the production of an energy field of any kind. Next off, the remnants of a "jelly-like" or "goo substance" accompanied by a fine ash known in the world of ufology as "angel hair".
His final statement before he plunges us into his own detailed summary of what was to him, recalls a musing on the possible connections to the famed and claimed Philadelphia Experiment and or Montauk Incident. There was no strange aerial phenomena that could have been reported as "space-ships" reported, although to be clear, he doesn't want to state that there were none present, only that none were visible to him.
Such a conclusion is drawn to compare the three events, due to the noted occurrences of individuals attending the conference tending to "disappear and reappear". At first, he examined the possibility of a supernatural factor, although it was quickly dismissed once realized that these individuals were truly alive, well and attending the conference in literal terms, and not 'in spirit', you might say.
Mr. Stover also recalls there being a few other noted witnesses to the strange occurrences, those being Barry Goldwater, and Robert Leroy Ripley. Goldwater was said to have witnessed one of these "disappearance/re-appearances, was quite taken aback, and was said to have made a phone call because of it. Stover recalls not more than two hours later, official government agents began to arrive at the location. He notes that although they did arrive in a rather large Cadillac, they were not the reported "sinister" agents that are spoke of in regard to strange occurrences. Rather they sported heavyweight badges and considerable credentials. Their instructions to the servicemen are recalled as Stover quotes, "Shag ass, soldier, or you'll be shipped to either Germany or the Aleutian islands." A threat regarding the Aleutian islands location being highly inconvenient, rather referred to as "the middle of nowhere".
Before the day was through, there were roughly forty government agents present, furiously snapping indiscriminant pictures. He also recalls overhearing one of them saying to the others, "Just start taking pictures. We'll sort it all out later."
Stover's memories did not reappear to him solely on their own, rather they were invited by various influences which acted as triggers. One such noted was a television commercial for a "Lube and Go" type of automotive service station, featuring Harry Hayward and a "backward kicking machine". The accompanying humor stated, "I could just kick myself in the rear". This triggered the memory of the United States patent office to Stover, which is where the machine had a patent pending.
The second event or occurrence to trigger his recovering memories concerns an experience having taken place in 1983. This was a solid memory concerning the uniqueness of the situation he was beginning to recall, and notably the numbers of the appearances and disappearances, estimated to him as at least fifteen or twenty individuals. They were said to have "appeared out of the past".
Also, a few have inquired concerning the issue of regression hypnosis with Stover. In regards to this issue, he has not undergone any to date.
He has also been questioned regarding the presence of unconventional vehicles, or "space-craft". His best recollection states that none were visible to him, although he does not discount the possibility of their being any present due to this factor. This is further supported by his recollections of feeling that others were present about him in such a fashion, although not physically so. He terms this as being spiritual awareness".
The issue of the appearances of those noted from the past is also of tremendous concern. While Stover recalls quite a few names of those who were said to have appeared physically "from the past", he cannot place from where they were during their lifetimes, nor why it was that they appeared at that specific location at that time to him and a few others. That still remains the primary question.
Although he trusts his memories unflaggingly, he admits to being in a perpetual process of recollection. Whereas some pieces may not fit perfectly to him now, they might do so at a later point in time.
Stated in more detail, Stover is still recalling some of the names and faces that he recalls to have witnessed there. Occasionally, it is a rather startling matter as research explains to him that some that he witnessed and had believed to be alive, had actually been deceased for quite some time. He is in pursuit for these reasons, of the government investigators and others present at that time. That main impetus that drives him is the fact that pictures were taken, and he would prefer that he is able to at the very least view them within the course of his lifetime. This motive is rather to preserve the event, rather than personal proof. He is wary that due to the "no-tell, no trouble" ways of the American government, the event will be conveniently archived as never having taken place. as many noted have fallen subject to this sort of treatment.
Although to him he now has a better understanding, and more clear recollection of the events taken place, it still remains inconclusive at best to him. He is greatly interested however, concerning the investigation of the events. Though it is rather unreliable to be in a class of classified government project workers and expect anyone to speak the unadulterated truth.
In closing, he states he is still adamantly searching for the agents present that day, along with those who attended the festivities. Never having been told to "keep his mouth shut", Stover continues to spread the word in an active attempt to have others join his private crusade to have the truth which he feels is quietly known to all of them, finally revealed.


T H E V A L L E J O, C A L I F O R N I A
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My name is Bryan Stover Jr. I was at this carnival about 36 years ago, and I am here to tell you my story. Give me some room for my memory, as I was just one month shy of my 7th birthday. I would also like to hear all comments about this story -- good and bad -- so e-mail me at bryanstover@yahoo.com.
Also to back up my story for all you real paranormal investigators, you would know that Barry Goldwater lived in California and investigated paranormal activity. This is a non fiction story. Try to have an open mind and clear your head when reading this.
It happened in Vallejo, California in the early 60s at Washington Playground. The time was in the month of July from the 17th to the 21st approximately. The carnival in question happened as a result of a friend's cousin crying in a closet. We used closets then, and tried to cheer him up, so we came up with an idea of a carnival and prizes. We went to the United States Patent Office and they SHOULD have letters which protected our ideas as of that time -- this was 36 years ago -- but the government seems to have taken them. I was a helligan and a fighter. We had a Code of Conduct contract as to how we would conduct ourselves that weekend, but they put a clause on me until my twenty-first birthday, about 1975, so that I would stay out of trouble and I did. It has their official seal of the masonry, and is currently being held by some archives of an applet court or archives by the U.S. Supreme Court because of the uniqueness of the agreement. They asked me if they could study this agreement, and said they would return it in six to eight weeks -- or months -- but they never did.
On the day of the carnival everything was fine. It was a normal kids' carnival, and had something to do with the masonry. As I'm the main person that I know of that knows about the carnival, I know it's not a hoax. We had a contract as to how we would conduct ourselves that weekend, and it NOW involves a large sum of money and was well-coordinated on their part in regards to expert guest speakers from all over the country. No speaker that was invited to talk on his expertise was ranked less than number four in the country, or the world.
One person gave his topics about how gold can float on water. Soon after, he badly panicked because he saw a person there - alive - who had died in 1949. They had to be coordinated to meet in the San Francisco Hotel Accommodations and then transported to Vallejo as no accommodations were available there. Also there were diplomats present.
Then our carnival took place on a three-day planning period. For everyone to have forgotten it took place with this much planning on their part is impossible. About an hour into it was when things started to go wrong. I could feel some sort of energy field around me, letting me know what was going on from a few blocks away. The only way I can describe it is like some sort of ESP.
Most were having such a good time that they do not remember or were unaware as to what was going on around them. There were also things that happened that were not visible and had other tricks of their own that were shown that day. One such was a manila envelope -- they opened it up and showed it was empty, then pulled one of the flaps, attached the clip and counted to ten. Then opened it up, and a flat piece of paper was pulled out that had materialized within the envelope. Someone wound up with this manila folder, but I don't remember who, though. This happened quite a few times, and there was absolutely no way that a flat sheet of paper with no wrinkles could have been inserted by slight-of-hand. I believe to this day that more paranormal things occurred at this event than at any other time since paranormal events have been recorded. The agents that were to later show up and investigate were simply told to just forget it ever happened and go get drunk. No wonder.
Do you know the full story about Abraham Lincoln's awareness of his death in Vallejo? In the early 60s, there was an event sponsored by the masonry. This event has become the one of the most concealed cover ups and conspiracies.
During this event, Barry Goldwater saw me talking to a certain person and panicking, left to make a phone call. About two, to two and a half hours later, the "Men in Black" came in. These investigators -- I call them the "men in black" only because on that day they wore black suits, ties and wore black hats. They also had cameras with them. I do not know the real names of the investigators, only that there were -- at least by my memory, four CIA agents there that day, because of all the foreign diplomats.
The politicians and foreign diplomats soon began to leave as they were told to by the soldiers. They were ordered by the investigators, and were told if they did not, then they would be shipped to Germany or the Aleutian islands. And some actually were shipped.
I'm looking for these agents and certain other people that were officials of this event, but in the last three years I have had little luck.
Abraham Lincoln also appeared there, to my recollection. From where in time he left and arrived there I don't know, but someone told him about his own assassination. He looked around and realized there were forty-eight stars on the flag, so I say with this knowledge he could have prevented his own assassination. But the dilemma is to what might this country be like if he did alter history? And of course, the rest IS history. He decided to die when the time came.
Also I know Dallis was there, also William Casey -- these two names just came to me recently. Richard Helms, and William Colby -- these guys came into the situation, told these CIA agents that something strange is going on here, and to get these UN diplomats the hell out of here, and they did. But isn't it strange that these four would become at one time or another head of the CIA? Out of this investigative group?
What I'm trying to do now is break the code of silence on this subject, as the "Men in Black", the think-tank boys, AND the masonry can't explain it. Either that or they don't want it remembered, and they blacked out my memory. But now that I have regained it, there is a lot of big money at stake.
I'm looking for the evidence now, and am trying to locate some of the other kids that I remember that were there. Depending upon how heavy they want to play it will depend upon how much I talk about it.
So, right now I'm going to spill my guts about it, because until they come visit me, I was never told that I can't talk about it.

This involves big money, and possibly a murder.
Now 36 years later.... my memory has returned, and I believe that they blacked me out because I talked, or was seen talking to more of those who should not have been there. It seems that even those who organized this event have forgotten the significance of their actions by neglecting to check and see if I had stayed out of trouble. For them to neglect that it ever happened as it appears to currently be happening, can only cause the masonry to lose faith.
If we kept our end of the agreement and they failed to keep theirs, then their honor and integrity are in question and will be until this issue is settled worldwide.
There are at least eight or more of the biggest insurance companies in the United States that guaranteed the funds in question. I guess they are not too worried about me yet, but as quite a few have passed away since then - 37 years ago or more - they are not too worried about it yet. Just wait until it makes waves. Oh, boy, it's going too be fun.

This is a true story between three long time friends all of which to this day concure on the following facts of this occurance in the attic of my friend Tony and myself and Frank.
For some back round information the three of us are at the time of high school age, none of the three of us were under the influences of alcohol or drugs.We had taken Tony"s attic and turned it into what some would say a club house. We hung out there. The walls were covered with black light posters and other rock band posters. What wall space remained was covered in sound speakers of one size or another.
On with the story; one day the three of us were in the attic which at this time was lit by house hold bulbs because all the windows in the attic were boarded up.The time of day was late afternoon. The three of us were just messing aroung doing nothing in particular,listening to the stereo which was at a sound level of three;Tony was waiting for phone call so the music was low so we would hear the phone ring. The phone rang and Tony went down 2 flights of stairs to the kitchen to answer it. Frank shortly there after went down one flight of stairs to use the bathroom. This left me in the attic by myself.
Moments after my two friends left the stereo"s volume increased to max. I looked up from whatever I was doing to see if one of my buddies cranked the volume up. However no one was in the attic. I walked over to the stereo and the volume slide was set to 10. I went down one flight of stairs and Frank was still in the bathroom taking a dump. I went down one more flight of stairs and Tony was still on the phone. Neither of the two of them raised the volume.
When the three of us went back up a few moments later the stereo was turned off. NOT BY US!!!! We passed it off, even though it made us uneasy, we were the only ones in the house.Who or what was playing with us?
Later that evening we were in the attic with the black lights on and all outside light sources locked out when the three of us saw a white cloud like substance start in the corner of the attic and sweep swiftly around the attic and down the stairs.The three of us didn"t say a thing we just ran down stairs out of the attic faster than our legs could take us.
Many other occurances happened in that attic none of which ever hurt us but they sure did give us a scare Some of which were voices in the walls. Something constently waking me when I tried to sleep in the attic. Some of the occurances happened in othe parts of the house however, thinking about this all the occurrances happened on the same verticle line throgh the house.
I"m going to have to go back to this house some day and follow up on these strange happenings. For now that is all I have to over for reading. Till next time I have an expierence to share Happy ghost"n.

This story happened to my parents in my very own home. We had just bought a new grand piano which was made in the 1920's. It was made by 3 brothers and we had been told they cared very deeply about this piano. Now back to the story. my parents were sitting in the same room as the piano and watching the T.V. All of a sudden the light on the piano began to flicker. Not wanting anything to happen to the lamp they unplugged it. But, even though they had unplugged it, it continued to flicker for 30 minutes! We figured out that maybe the ghosts of the makers of our piano were haunting their beloved piano. Could this be true? I don't know but I wish I did. 

In 1991, I was hoping to get home late from central London with my bicycle on the underground as my bike had a flat tyre. The guard had other ideas, so I decided to stay with one of my brothers who lived close by. He was happy to oblige and after a nightcap I bedded down on his living room floor. At 6.40am I was woken up by a feeling of intense energy passing into my head and shoulders. The feeling is best described as a dull, continous electric shock.

It then passed down through my body and out of my feet. To say I was scared is an understatement. I eventually opened my eyes to see nothing other than the room in its normal state - ceiling above me and floor below - what a relief!
I spoke to my brother about this when he woke up; he told me that he had seen the ghost of a small child on two occasions in that room. I concluded that I had been walked through by this ghost.

This is not my first experience of a ghost, indeed sightings by my family number five, but this was the most unpleasant. 

These are both true stories that have happened to me. The first happened when I was about 18 years old. I had move back to the USA from Europe and had moved back in with the grandparents. I had lived with them when I was younger but other then a few odd things happening I don't recall any over unusal happenings.

At this time I had a boyfriend whos mother had left her second husband and didn't have room for her 18 year old son to move in with her in her new smallish apartment. So, I ask if he could move with me at the grandparents. They agreed (great people!).

The odd (frightening) thing happened about the third night he had moved in. I was living in the upstairs which is one large room divided by an open hallway, walk through closet and staircase coming up. He had moved his bed and stuff on one side and I was on the other side. I had a large dresser with a top mirror on it across from the open window.

I had just layed down to bed with the light off when I was suddenly aware of someone moving from the open hallway towards my bed. It was a slow moving person slight hunched over like they might be trying to creep up to me in the dark for a surprise or something like that. I could see their reflection and movement in the mirror with the moonlight as a light source. I watched this for a few seconds as 'it' moved closer to me. I had a real sense of movement. I was amused, not at all scared. I was positive that it was my boyfriend coming over to sneak into bed with me (no suprise there). I let it get a little closer then reached out with my hand towards it and whispered 'John'.

Well... I heard his response all right. John said "What?" from all the way across the room from his bed. I was -very- shocked and with the hand that had held out for 'it' I very quickly whipped it towards the light stand where the lamp was. I crashed into the lamp with my hand and it crashed to the floor and then I rolled out of bed and grabbed the lamp (with no lamp shade this time, it had fallen off) and turned it on. I think I screamed too but don't really remember if I did or not.

When I finally looked back into the room nothing was there. John was halfway over and looked very confused. He had been in bed the entire time until he heard me whisper his name. I remember seeing the form in the mirror and movement for at least 5 seconds before I said something.

The other wierd thing happend with the same boyfriend in his fathers new house. It had been build in what is called 'Battle Creek' MN. Is a site of several native American battles and you can still find arrow heads and the occasional bone in the fields around the house. The house is very nice but the basement is rather creepy. I am not really sensitive to other worldly things but every once in awhile I just get creeped out. That basement did it to me every time.
It was a finished basement with low ceilings and cement walls. It was slightly oppressive. The back room had no windows and a shallow closet full of junk. It was always cold and smelly even though it looked clean and cheery for the most part. I never liked the room and always had a huge urge to run up the stairs from the room at top speed as if something was after me.

Anyway, John and I were sitting on the second floor balcony type room that over looked the living room. It had a bathroom and bedroom off of it and a winding staircase down to the front door. We were house sitting while his father and (soon to be mother in law) were away for the weekend... Well, he was I wasn't really suppose to be there (staying over night, etc..) We had just turned on the tv for a good show and I had somehow lost my shirt, etc etc... Daisy, the dog of the house was sitting at the top of the stairs looking asleep. All was fine.

I suddenly looked over at the dog as she seemed to hear something from downstairs. I watched her for a few seconds as she grew tense and positioned herself for a airborne takeoff down the stairs. I was about to mention to john about her seeing something when suddenly we both heard someone open the front door and walk in. Now the front door had one of those tree designs with bells all over it. This thing went jingleing like madd. Whoever it was then stamped their feet on the floor like their were trying to get mudd or snow off. (summer time)

The dog took off at high speed down the stairs and started to bark like nuts. We both thought "Oh no, his parents are home!". I fled into the spare bedroom with my shirt (i was frantically getting it back on..) and looked out into the driveway for his truck. John went downstairs saying "Hi, Dad.. Home early..." stuff like that. I couldn't see any vehicle outside other then ours. John stopped talking downstairs (dog barked the rest of the night) and I heard nothing for a few minutes. I walked out and meet john coming up the stairs.
He was shaken. No one was home. He had looked over the whole downstairs area. Besides the front door was bolted (chained!) from the inside. We went outside and looked around, no one. After and hour of looking around we stuck the dog in the upper bedroom and went back to tv.

Till this day I have no idea what we heard, but we all heard it and Daisy heard and saw it before we did...
That house also had phones that would half ring with no one but the dial tone when you picked it up. It would do the half ring thing almost like a tune. Seconds apart or in bursts of five or ten. The phone wires were redone twice but it continues with no explaination.

I live in San Antoio Texas and had my first experience last night at the haunted tracks. There were 7 of us in a small minivan. We first stopped a ways away from the track. The car rolled until it got on top of the tracks and then stopped. We thought that maybe we rolled because we were going downhill.
Well, there were several people there last night and we went looking at the backs of there bumpers. One truck had three spots of small finger prints over the back of his tail gate. We then put some powder on the back of the van. We stopped just short of the tracks, we were on an uphill climb this time. We put the car in nuetral, turned off the lights and then all the sudden we were moving acroos and over the tracks. As you know the tracks are very high bumpy. We had what looked like one print on the end of the hatchback. The driver put her print next to it and it did not match. I believe that this really was the children pushing us over.
There is one story I would like to share with you. There was a reporter who came down to see for herself. She was going along the road at about 2 in the morning. She saw a little girl in th road and stopped to see why she was out so late. The little girl said she wanted to go home. The reporter seat belted her in and locked the doors. She said that the little girl looked right through her. The little girl just pointed in the direction she wanted to go. They pulled up to a house and the reporter got out, locked the doors and went up to the house. She knocked on the door and an elderly woman answered and was very mad because she was there so late. The reporter told her she had her daughter in the car. She told her that her daugter was dead. When she got back to the car it was still locked. The seatbelt was still locked in place and the girl was gone. The little girls name was Cindy Sue. As the reporter was driving away she noticed a street sign and the name of the street was Cindy Sue. Creepy but true. When I heard that story it gave me goose bumps. I felt really bad afterwards making that so many people were doing this and making these children do this. If you want to know more I have some articles of other people's experiences at the tracks.

1. The spirit of a dead person, especially one believed to appear in bodily likeness to living persons or to haunt former habitats.


2. The center of spiritual life; the soul. 


3. A demon or spirit.