There must be someone out there who has had a run-in or 2 with the "Powhatan poltergiest"(virginia) or how bout some bucks county(pennsylvania ) people.There must be thousands of stories out there about that area. I would like to hear some. How bout the Jersey Devil> i wrote a story about my experence with the little guy.Bristal pennsyvania people,how bout "Mid-night Mary? Come on guys what's the hold up?

Well, I have a number of stories to share. Sometimes I just wonder if they are noteworthy?
So, I will share a cute one. But very true, it happened.
In 1978 I was pregnant and overdue with my younest son Bobby. So, what does an overdue mother do? Go to bingo to pass time! So, in the middle of bingo I went into labor (all true lol) and I didn't leave because I was winning lots of money in the meantime.
I lived in Michigan at this time and my route home was driving right by the "William Gangon Cemetrey". Well, as luck would have it approaching this cemetrey, I had pretty good contraction and had to stop in front of it. LOL
Now, I am sensitive to begin with and what I saw really unerved me. The things I felt, I to this day forgot the contraction and I seen many souls that seemed locked in there calling out it seemed to me. Probably because there I was looking right at them. But I didn't see the famous lady in white who they say has caused alot of accidents on that part of Henry Ruff Rd.
Lets put it this way. I had my son 18 minutes later and to forget one of those final contractions the ladies here can relate to how amazed at what I saw. I seen kids, people in period clothing. I seen alot of people.
Local legend is the residents are upset because its gone in such disrepair and even 25 years ago it was overgrown and really terrible. And to this day, nobody has tidy'd up at all?
I know alot of peeps that have seen the same thing I have. But most see the Lady in White.
Here to tell you its true. Very visible from the road.
Thats one story, then I had a baby! I always figured the Lady in White was gentle on me that night, she must have noticed I was having a baby? LOL
Hugs,
Piggerita

Injoyed your story very,very much.My goodness,having a baby and seeing all those ghosts too!Some things are so vivid they never are lost to our memory. I remember when I was driving a pizza truck in Philadelphia while putting my way through College.If you read my one story under Bill goodman "what timing" I said I passed a house in which a father and two of his sons died in a house fire. Well I never told about the fact that later that night I passed the house again. This time I made a right hand turn onto a street no more then a hundred yards or so from that house As I proceeded down the street the inside of my truck cab suddenly exploded with the screams of franic people. It sounded like a bunch of boys,yelling and screaming at the top of their lungs,--and all this right in my left ear! I still remember ducking down to escape the on rush of terror that sounded as if it were right next to me. I briefly lost contol of the truck ,almost crashing into a bunch of parked cars! I sat there for a brief moment,even got out of my truck to look around,but found nothing. Later when I thought about it,I slowly pieced it all together. That's all there was to it ,but I never forgot the utter terror in those voices. Really felt bad for those poor souls!It must have been a terrible way to die. I can't explain why I even heard any of this ,but believe me it left a lasting impression on me.I guess I was just on the right frequency,at the right time and place,and caught the whole thing full force! You were having a trauma of your own ,and perhaps it worked in reverse for you. They picked up on YOUR trauma,like I picked up on those fire victims.

Injoyed your story very,very much.My goodness,having a baby and seeing all those ghosts too!Some things are so vivid they never are lost to our memory. I remember when I was driving a pizza truck in Philadelphia while putting my way through College.If you read my one story under Bill goodman "what timing" I said I passed a house in which a father and two of his sons died in a house fire. Well I never told about the fact that later that night I passed the house again. This time I made a right hand turn onto a street no more then a hundred yards or so from that house As I proceeded down the street the inside of my truck cab suddenly exploded with the screams of franic people. It sounded like a bunch of boys,yelling and screaming at the top of their lungs,--and all this right in my left ear! I still remember ducking down to escape the on rush of terror that sounded as if it were right next to me. I briefly lost contol of the truck ,almost crashing into a bunch of parked cars! I sat there for a brief moment,even got out of my truck to look around,but found nothing. Later when I thought about it,I slowly pieced it all together. That's all there was to it ,but I never forgot the utter terror in those voices. Really felt bad for those poor souls!It must have been a terrible way to die. I can't explain why I even heard any of this ,but believe me it left a lasting impression on me.I guess I was just on the right frequency,at the right time and place,and caught the whole thing full force! You were having a trauma of your own ,and perhaps it worked in reverse for you. They picked up on YOUR trauma,like I picked up on those fire victims.

Thank you Sherman,
I will post another story, but right now I have to get to bed to babysit at 6am. I have had quite a few fun things happen in my 45 years! LOL
Will write again real soon.
OH! I did catch yours on the fire, that was a good one. I do think they can pick up on our trauma as well as us theirs.
Hugs,
Piggerita

Hi,
I live in Ohio, right off "Truckers Alley." Unfortunately we see alot of accidents involving trucks and cars, bad ones.
A couple years ago a grandmother and her two grandaughters were killed near my house when a semi went left of center. Their mother keeps a memorial up on the side of the road, and she keeps it up nicely and faithfully.
My husband and I were coming home the other night and I was about nodding off in the passenger seat. All of a sudden I heard a truck to close, its like a "whoosh" almost like a peircing noise that makes you jump. It's a two lane road and sometimes they get so close, the air between the truck and your vehicle makes this sound and it sort of pushes your car. In the winter on icey roads, sometimes you can get caught in the downdraft, I did it. (least thats what the cops said?)
Anyways, I heard and felt this sound and the wind pushing us and jerked awake and asked hubby, "how close did that semi get!" He said, "what semi?" Then I seen the three white cross's on the side of the road?
I drive this road all the time and this is the first feeling I got at this site. I beleive it was because I was relaxed and not thinking of anything else. But what I heard and felt was real. It's an imprint I beleive, or maybe a warning to be careful on the snowy roads, cause there wasn't one car or truck in sight?
Well, next to my house getting thudded that's the latest!
Take care!
Piggerita

Injoyed your story very much. seems like there was a "reoccurance" of the tragidy. These things really only effect the person they happened to. Others may or may not believe us ,but we know,it doesn't really matter if they do anyway!!!! It's amazing how many small things happen in our lives that are truely strange .but because we're preoccupyed with something else, or it happens so fast we don't think much of it,it's soon forgotten. My old house in Penna was extremly strange,although it was new when we bought it. I beleave it was on historic ground.One of Washingtons armies(There were really three) that marched to trenton to fight in the battle of Trenton ,passed only yards from my house.I beleave a barn stood on the grounds in colonial times,for many times -when things were quite we could hear a barn door squeeeek open then squeeeek shut.My mother-who had an apartment up stairs ,said she always heard -what sounded like a bowling ball-rolling around and around in a circle,right on her bath room floor only feet from where she was lying in bed!I heard it only once,just before we moved.One time I got a reincarnational message in the form of a name, place ,and time. The name:christophor Plummer, time:1635, place"Dutch west Indies.Some weeks later when we started building my mothers apartment we hired a plummer a friend of ours recomended. His first name was Christophor,and he was our "Plummer"! I and chris were standing in my mothers empty apartment one day talking about the job, when suddenly it felt as if we were surrounded, in a bubble. Chris stopped talking,looked at me with a look on his face as if he had seen something or someone return from the dead he recognized from long ago. He cocked his head slightly as he looked at me as if to say---so ,it's you again,what in the world are you doing here,in this time and place?! I was afraid to say anything for fear he might think me crazy.The bubble disappeared as fast as it came and presto,he was back talking to me ,as if nothing had happened! I was somewhat taken aback,and only later did I piece it all(Name ,strange occurrance) ,together.We had woods in back of our house and one night there was a hugh explosion in those woods,one so strong it blew out windows in a group of apartments on the other side of the woods from us.The police searched the woods but found nothing,not even anything blown up.Nothing was disturbed,!That must be on their police report somewhere.We had so many strange things happen there it became common place.I often wonder if the new owners(there's been three since us) have ever had anything happen.Maybe that's why there's been three owners there in 8 years! Hey anyone else out their with similar stories?

I am from Michigan originally and the most haunted place besides my own apartment in the 70's was Eloise, which was a huge complex of different buildings, including Wayne County Hospital. I was in the childrens building as a little kid. In the 70's they built a new hospital just a 1/4 mile down Merriman Rd.
By then I was a teen, the old buildings of Wayne County turned into living quarters for doctors at the new hospital, some were offices and some completely empty. You can read about Eloise online, it was a pretty cool place.
As less and less people used the buildings, we teenagers used the tunnels to play Dungeons and Dragons.
Anyways, I ended up in a building that was pretty trashed and empty and I wasn't alone my girlfriend was with me. We started checking things out, old bed frames, nurses stations, kinda creepy. All of a sudden it wasn't dark anymore and there were alot of people, really sick people all around me and the place was filthier than I had orignally seen it. Smelled bad, it was awful. It was the building that sat right at the corner of Michigan Ave. and Merriman.
It seemed like I was there forever in this other time and place. I mean I remember the nurses being mean, so many people and I felt the suffering. My girlfriend got scared and went and got my boyfriend, she said that I just stood there and wouldn't answer her. I don't think I was there LOL!
I talked about this with my boyfriends mom, she worked for Wayne County Hospital. She did some checking and she said I was in the TB building, which was later the mental ward.
I left a part of me there though. Now there is a big strip mall, grocery store, the gas station is sitting right where the building used to be.
I was up visting my family and hubby and I stopped to get gas at that Shell station. And as I sat in the car, I could still feel the suffering from that site.
Read up on Eloise, it's pretty interesting.
Huggers
Piggerita
P.S. And yeah, HELLO? I know someone else has some good happenings for us to hear about! Come on =) LOL
PSS The cemetrey that I spoke about, alot of the patients were buried there and in Potters feild across the street. Most families didn't even claim their kin.

If you want a story so bad then I'll tell you one. My friends are obsessed with making movies. One night, they went to an elementary school. Of course they dragged me there and I'm already didturbed by the fact that the school is haunted. I've seen faces in reflections, unexplained shadows/figures there, and thats only during the day! At night you can see figures running around, hear the sound of moving chairs, feel the sensation of being followed, and so on. Of course for someone like me, they just have to bug me and scare me to heck. When we got to the school, I'm already freaked by everything that's happened to me there. As we begin walking around, I'm all edgy and my friends stopped to shoot a scene. As I'm looking around my eyes fall upon our shadows. There were 5 of us there but my brain told me there was someone else standing next to me. My brain was right. I counted 5 people and 6 shadows. Just as my brain said, the 6th shadow was right next to mine. Now I'm freaking out and my friends are literally restraining me from running off. After I cooled down, we began walking to the next scene. Unfortunatley, just because I cooled down that doesn't mean the spirit was gone. The Spirit was mimmicking my friends footsteps right next to me. They decided to climb on to the roof. I refused to climb up (sensing something bad was gonna happen) and told them to just stay down. Idiots hand me a BB gun, laugh in my face and tell me nothings gonna happen, and go up anyway. Now I'm standing all alone in the dark with an empty BB gun with a spirit 2 feet away from me mimmicking my friends every move when all of a sudden a humongous 7foot shadow pops up about 20 yards from me and begins telling me get the hell out. I refused to leave my friends feeling responsible if anything were to happen yet I couldn't ignore the spirits anger. Thus I made a bargain, I asked the spirit for safe passage and in return, I would never come at night again. The spirit agreed and the sensation stopped (even though the other one still followed us till we left the campus). To this day I never go to that campus at night, even with company. The spirit rules the night while the mortal rule the day. It's something I accept and the spirit demands. Even though I'm gone, the spirit still shows itself every once and a while just to remind me of the bargain we agreed upon. In return for safe passage, I can never return to that school at nite ever again. Trippy huh? It sounds kind of strange even to me but that's life.

Dear Obake,
It not that I "wanted a story so bad" but this is a place to share our experiences. I was asking others to join in freely.
Your lucky you didn't get busted by the cops at a school, at night with a BB gun. Wouldn't have looked very good. Just a Mother's point of view?
Take care,
Pig