The House Far Away

I’ve always been very “connected” to my mother, if you know what I mean… When we had this experience, my mom had asked me to stay at her house while she went to another city to take care of one of my brothers who was having an operation, his wife had to work, so my mom needed to go and take care of him while he recuperated. I moved in to the house with my two kids.
After about three months, My mother called and said she was flying back in a midnight flight and I said I’d go pick her up. We got home after 1 am and since I had to go to work the next day, we didn’t stay up to talk and catch up on all the family, as we usually did. I’m the only one that lives in this particular city, besides my mom and dad, at the time.
The next morning when I got up, I told my mom I’d had the strangest dream… she asked me to tell her about it while we had our morning coffee and I got ready for work.
I dreamt that it was last night, when we’d gotten back from the airport and that we sat and talked as always and after she brought me up to date on all the family, she took my hand over the kitchen table and said that she had something to tell me and knew that it was gonna make me very sad, but that she’d only come to tell me she was leaving… that my dad had bought a house and they wanted me to stay in this house because it was the family home and they couldn’t rent it or sell it and I said ok.
In my dream, after she left, I started seeing this little girl, about 5 years old with long light brown hair and a white old fashioned dress, with a ruffle at the bottom. I was very mad at my mom in the dream because she had not told me that someone else lived in the house. I saw the girl everywhere! but what really upset me was that she ignored me, I would speak to her, ask her who she was and she always acted like she couldn’t hear me! the dream went on. I was in a room where all the walls were painted a very vivid and bright blue, watching TV with my children and out of the corner of my eye, I could see, on a small wooden shelf on the right hand corner of the room, close to the ceiling, that the little girl was sitting there, just placidly swinging her legs! The ledge or shelf had 3 pull out wooden steps, – like the type that you pull down from the ceiling in old houses that have a “door” to the attic – and there was a “door” there or more like, a piece of plywood covering an opening. Of course the little girl ignored me when I told her she better come down from there or she would fall and hurt herself.

The House Far Away

Aussie Cop and the Aborigine Ghosts

A reddish haze had formed as the strong wind blew the sands off the dry barren earth from both sides of the road. I found myself speeding right through the reddish haze with my BMW K1100 police patrol bike. The tiny grains of sand bombarded my helmet visor with consistent sizzle, and occasionally, summer flies slapped my visor with a splat. In the wind, the sludge of the crushed flies slid off to the sides of my visor, forming networks of wrinkle-like trails.

Soon, my visor had collected enough filth from the dust, flies, and oil from the exhaust of other cars, that it became hard to see anything. So, I turned into a less travelled road as soon as I saw one and stopped at the side of it.

The quieter road was much cooler; there were plenty of shrubs and trees lining the sides of the road. I took my helmet off and placed it on the BMW's tank, then I removed my gloves and fanned my face with one. With the other hand, I removed my sunnies and slip them into my shirt pocket. I then reached for my water bottle, which was only slightly colder than the surrounding midday air.

Aussie Cop and the Aborigine Ghosts

The Koffal's House

By RandomChic
To start off I should probably tell you a little about my house.
My house is about 118-120 years old and was built by the original owners. When we first moved into the house in 2003, someone told my mum that the house was haunted by a teenager that hung herself on the front veranda of the house. At the time I was only 7 so hearing that really freaked me out.
Then about 2 years ago I found an old rusted milk can that had some initials on the front that said "H.E.Koffal". So I told my parents about it and they said to try searching the name on the internet, so I did. After searching for a few minutes, I found out that there was a book at my local library about my house and the first owners. So the next day after school, my mum took me to the library and we borrowed it out. I then found out that there is another ghost in our house. She was from the original family. She died in 1899 giving birth to twins in the room that is now my parent\'s room.
Now, I should probably tell you about some of the experiences I've had.

The Koffal's House

Don't Turn on the Light

She commandeered the room in the basement of her dorm as soon as she realized she would have to pull an all-nighter in order to prepare for tomorrow’s final exam. Her roommate, Jenna, liked to get to bed early, so she packed up everything she thought she would need and went downstairs to study . . . and study . . . and study some more. It was two o’clock, when she realized that she’d left one of the textbooks upstairs on her bed. With a dramatic sigh, she rose, and climbed the stairs slowly to her third-floor dorm room. The lights were dim in the long hallway, and the old boards creaked under her weary tread. She reached her room and turned the handle as softly as she could, pushing the door open just enough to slip inside, so that the hall lights wouldn’t wake her roommate.
The room was filled with a strange, metallic smell. She frowned a bit, her arms breaking out into chills. There was a strange feeling of malice in the room, as if a malevolent gaze were fixed upon her.  It was a mind trick; the all-nighter was catching up with her.
 She could hear Jenna breathing on the far side of the room—a heavy sound, almost as if she had been running. Jenna must have picked up a cold during the last tense week before finals.
She crept along the wall until she reached her bed, groping among the covers for the stray history textbook. In the silence, she could hear a steady drip-drip-drip sound. She sighed silently. Facilities would have to come to fix the sink in the bathroom…again.
 Her fingers closed on the textbook. She picked it up softly and withdrew from the room as silently as she could.
Relieved to be out of the room, she hurried back downstairs, collapsed into an overstuffed chair and studied until six o’clock.  She finally decided that enough was enough. If she slipped upstairs now, she could get a couple hours’ sleep before her nine o’clock exam.
The first of the sun’s rays were beaming through the windows as she slowly slid the door open, hoping not to awaken Jenna. Her nose was met by an earthy, metallic smell a second before her eyes registered the scene in her dorm room. Jenna was spread-eagled on top of her bed against the far wall, her throat cut from ear to ear and her nightdress stained with blood. Two drops of blood fell from the saturated blanket with a drip-drip noise that sounded like a leaky faucet.
Scream after scream poured from her mouth, but she couldn’t stop herself any more than she could cease wringing her hands. All along the hallway, doors slammed and footsteps came running down the passage.
Within moments other students had gathered in her doorway, and one of her friends gripped her arm with a shaking hand and pointed a trembling finger toward the wall. Her eyes widened in shock at what she saw. Then she fainted into her friend’s arms.
On the wall above her bed, written in her roommate’s blood, were the words: “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?”

Don't Turn on the Light

Sleep Paralysis Or Ghost?

By lizziek80
 This experience just happened to me a few days ago and I'm still kind of weirded out by it.
Lately I've been reading paranormal romance novels for the past few weeks. One in particular, I couldn't stop reading until about 3 am and I just finally put the book down and went to sleep.
All I remember is that it was still dark but light enough to see the room. I started feeling numbness and tingly feelings on my legs and upper arms. I remember seeing my door but not quite clearly. I was trying to move but I couldn't. I felt my body was being held down but all I could do was move from my elbows and down to my hands. I was wearing my pj pants but I felt like they were on the verge of coming off, so I remember starting to shake my head back in forth (actually I don't know if I did that or not because I wanted to but couldn't). I kept telling myself to move my head. Then I finally did and I shot up straight in a sitting position. Nobody was there; my husband was already gone for work. I felt the tingling sensations go away. All the while my two cats were there watching me the whole time and they were hissing at me.
I just sat there for a few minutes and my cats came back to bed with me and I said a few prayers. I have had sleep paralysis in the past but it's been a while since I last had them. I was left with small bruises around my upper arms and around the top of my knees. I told my husband the story and he said it was probably just a dream and that I probably somehow made the bruises appear on my own. I know I was reading books about fake ghost or other kind of paranormal beings being in love with humans but I wonder if those books either made me dream something about that or if this was actually real.
I just wanted some input on what you guys think this could be. Thanks

Sleep Paralysis Or Ghost?