• Strobe Light

    Author: Travis Horton
    Jessamine county fire station (no longer standing) in Nicholasville Kentucky.

    As a child one of the greatest times of the year was Halloween. Namely because the local Fire Department put on one of the best haunted houses, and I was a part of it. This year in particular we were setting up like normal, attempting to create a disorienting effect with strobe lights. My father, A friend of ours, and myself were working together on this simple task. As the sun began to set, we were nearing completion. In an hallway about 25 feet long we had set up two small strobe lights in the corners of the ceiling, as well as decorated the area for effect.  So it was time to test it. My father turned on the strobe lights, one worked one didn’t…

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  • Cemetery Tree

    Cemtree

    Author: Edward Gillman
    Near Old DuQuoin, Illinois
    About ten years ago I went to visit a friend in a small town near Old DuQuoin, Illinois. Unfortunately, I do not remember the name of the town, only that it was more of a province than an actual town. That evening she suggested we meet up with another friend who wanted us to visit a cemetery with him. He would not tell us why he wanted to visit this particular cemetery, but insisted that he would tell us once we finished the visit…

    Naturally, we left after the sun had gone down and drove along back-roads for a good thirty minutes before we reached our destination and, had he not been directing me, I would have easily driven past it. At  first glance, the “cemetery” appeared to be no more than a dilapidated church, long abandoned to the forces of nature. Vines grew through walls and one corner was completely collapsed in on itself – it was a great wonder that it hadn’t been deemed a hazard and demolished. The cemetery was located behind the remains of the church and was bordered by a thick mass of trees. There was no drive left, just a small ancient-looking patch of overgrown gravel that seemed provisionary for any still-living visitors of the cemetery’s residents.

    In a nutshell, the place was creepy…

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  • Sweat

    Author: Rachel
    I live in the thick of the forest, an off beaten path up a dirt road a few miles from the nearest town. It’s not very far nor is it very abnormal. A tucked away house with a scattering of neighbors on a hill in the trees. I was 20 years old and it was the hottest day of the year. I couldn’t sleep, it was just pass 1 a.m. and I had been rolling around in bed for hours already. Too sticky and uncomfortable to relax.

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  • Ghosts – The Newest Fad?

    One of the reasons I started this website was because of the growing number of us who have experiences with the paranormal. I wanted our stories to be told so we didn’t all feel all quite so alone. But I never knew that having your own personal ghost would become the “In Thing” to possess.
    According to a news article on ABC:

    “A Realtor.com survey found that 62 percent of Americans would consider buying a haunted house, while 35 percent think they’ve lived in a haunted house.” 

    Who knew? Read the FULL ARTICLE HERE



  • Master Ghosts

    martial Arts Author: Shane
    When I was 16 years old, we were playing tag in the house while my mom and dad were out shopping. I ran into the kitchen as fast as I could … standing in the room was an old man with a cane…

    He had a beard that went from his face all the way to the floor; it was white and black hair. He stood there, still. I was running so fast that I couldn’t stop in time and I ran through him. I turned around and he was gone.

    At the time I was studying martial arts (kung fu) with a master named Master Cheng. He used to do wired things before and after studying with incense and grass or something he would catch on fire and wave around the room. He had a picture on his wall; it was the same man I ran through in my kitchen.

    After this happened, the next weekend when I was supposed to go study with him. I wanted to tell him what happened. He had moved out of the state, he never even said he was leaving, said good bye, or even called. After that, I studied under Master Sin Kwang. I never heard from him, or saw this ghost thing ever again.