Category Archives: Paranormal – Ghost Stories

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Secrets COVER WITH SUBTITLEWhere the Secret Lies – a paranormal romance

A mansion (Haveli). A sealed door. A spirit. And a secret.
Nineteen-year-old Arianna and her family travel from London to India for a lavish wedding. Excitement turns to bewilderment and then curiosity when strange things start happening within the Haveli walls. A sealed door opens and Arianna is given Anjali’s diary, which recounts a romantic adventure that began during the bloody turmoil of partition in 1948.

So begins a paranormal experience that leaves Arianna stunned and demanding answers. Who is Anjali? Why did the door unseal for her? Is there something the spirit wants to show her? What could it possibly be? A haveli. A sealed door. A spirit. And a secret.

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Presence


Purple & Black CloudsToday, we have two ghost experiences from two people:  Bettina Lippenberger and Delanie Oaks. Two very different stories and yet engaging.

Let’s hear from Bettina first… 

I feel their presence only in the evenings and night time. This is in the basement where we live now. I feel panic when I am there and I run faster then I normally do, back into our apartment. I can´t explain it.

At the age of 10 or 11, when I go to the toilet downstairs at my grandma´s house, I suddenly hear a noise – heavy steps and a Toc Toc Toc, like someone coming upstairs with a walking stick. I run back into my bed which was situated in the attic; I slept alone. After a while I would stand and breathe deeply. Gathering all my courage, I would go slowly downstairs again, then run into the toilet and shut the door.

Later I told the story my mother who came to pick me up and she told me that my granddaddy had never a walking stick.

So who was this spirit? Who was the person with heavy feet and a walking stick? Did Bettina ever find out? Thank you Bettina, for sharing this with us.

BettinaBettina lives in Stuttgart / Germany. She is 39 years old, married and has a daughter.

At the moment, she is working on a children’s book and an adult crime novel.

 

 

 

To find our more about Bettina, click on the links below!

Facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/groups/BettinasBlog/ and

https://www.facebook.com/BettinasSchreibwerkstatt

Blog:

http://bettinalippenberger.wordpress.com/

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A true story by Delanie Oaks

Some friends of ours were remodeling a Victorian house in Vicksburg, Mississippi and started having odd things go wrong, so they invited my husband and me to visit. My husband has had an out of body experience and other very bizarre things happen to him. I’ve always been a bit sensitive to some things, though I in no way claim to be a mystic or medium or anything else. That being said….

We got to the house and walked in the front door. The living room/ music room was to our right. A grand piano sat in a nook surrounded by windows. It was a lovely spot. The original piano had been sold with the house several times. The house was built by a rich spinster and it was her pride and joy.

We could feel her very strongly in that front room and could sense a shadow. She wasn’t angry or malicious, she was curious about what was happening to her precious home. We approached her and she ran. We could see and feel her moving. We pursued her to the butler’s pantry in the kitchen where she had taken refuge more than once (according to our friend). We approached her there too, once again she ran.

We finally caught up with her and were able to explain that we weren’t there to get rid of her or hurt her. We told her what the men were doing at the house and asked her to quit messing with their equipment and bothering them.

Once she found out that they weren’t trying to harm her precious home but restore it to its original beauty, she stopped bothering them.

 Wow, a brilliant account Delanie! I myself have never met a spirit and often wonder about poor souls that stay in this world even after death, what they must be feeling and why they have not passed on. Thank you Delanie for sharing this with us.

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Dellani Oaks PicDellani Oakes is a strong believer that there is more to the universe than humans can understand. Having had amazing experiences with what many would call the paranormal, she’s started looking at the world in other ways. Why can’t the dead reach out to the living? What keeps them from communicating with us – except for our lack of perception. Those who are sensitive to the spirit world (for lack of a better term) are called freaks and kooks, derided as insane or just plain weird. A world exists that we can’t see and beings abide there. “The Truth Is Out There” isn’t simply a catch phrase for the X-Files. The truth is waiting for us to find it.

Dellani Oakes is an author whose work frequently delves into the unknown. Gabriella, the heroine in Indian Summer,  her historical romance, has prescient dreams. These visions of the future eventually lead her and her fiance, Manuel, to the truth, saving the town of St. Augustine from destruction.

In Lone Wolf, Dellani’s futuristic series, the characters explore telepathy and telekinesis – among other fascinating things. Not only aliens possess these abilities. The humans discover that they, too, have amazing skills.

Ways to reach Dellani:

Amazon author page: http://amzn.to/11UaTTn

Facebook: http://on.fb.me/100CRtH

Smashwords: http://bit.ly/Zxjk8L

Goodreads: http://bit.ly/Zxjm0u

Twitter: http://bit.ly/ZPht00

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Thanks for joining us today!

 

Where the Secret Lies – a Paranormal Romance by Malika Gandhi

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The Knife Attacks – A real ghost story by Gary Owain Jones


Gary Own picWelcome to the second installment of The Paranormal – real ghost stories from great individuals.

Today, we have an experience from Gary Owain Jones, who comes from a long retail background.  He lives in Wales and concentrates on two of his passions: Writing his first novel and Programming, and hopes to have his first website up and running in the coming weeks.

To know more about him, please click on his Facebook links:

http://on.fb.me/14bEBbH

http://on.fb.me/17k4Af7

Now, let’s read his story…

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At the age of 17, I was the youngest manager at the C.R.S Grocery Division, managing their small grocery store in Conwy. Everything was fine until one dinner time my girlfriend visited me and we ended up being naughty in the toilets at the back of the store, near the back door.

Soon after that day, every time I went from from the storeroom on my way to the office at the back, I would shiver when reaching the back door. Well, more than shiver. It felt like every hair on my body was standing up. It was high summer but these shudders were starting to spook me. I insulated the door to stop any droughts even though I knew there wasn’t any. The shudders and hair raising still continued every time I passed that spot.

Days passed and things just got weirder and weirder; old boning knives that I used to cut the ropes on cages started appearing in places I didn’t remember leaving them, and a repair I had made on the wooden floor by nailing down a large tin can so that I could get the cages over it, would magically be ripped up every morning when I opened the shop.

Then one day I decided to stay behind after closing the shop, to put stock away. I felt air whizzing past my face. I looked up and saw one of the knives vibrating in a case of baked beans just above my head. Knowing I was supposedly alone in a locked up shop, I rushed to where the I thought the knife may have been thrown from but no one was around. This happened more and more and I began to hold onto the knives or lock them away in a safe when I was not using them. I was really spooked but who could I mention it to? No one would believe me, thinking the pressure of managing a shop at such a young age had got to me. I stayed quite.

One of my staff resigned and the C.R.S decided not to replace her. I found I had to go to work earlier each day before the shop opened to do her work before opening time. The walk-in fridge where we stored the cheeses and sides of bacon was in the cellar, and after fixing the tin can back onto the floor like I did everyday, I ventured down the cellar to bone some bacon ready for the day ahead.

The walk-in fridge was faulty – the emergency door release wouldn’t open the door if the door closed. I was waiting for the repair man to fix it but in the meantime had gotten into the habit of using 20kg blocks of cheese to stop the door closing when inside.

On that day just after I had rehung a side of bacon, I turned just in time to see the door swinging closed. Luckily, I managed to slam myself against it before it shut and imprisoned me inside – not a nice thought since I wouldn’t have been discovered for many hours since I had the main keys to the shop!

I stumbled out of the fridge and found to my horror, the big blocks of cheeses had been flung across the room. I hurriedly went upstairs to get away from whatever was in the shop with me; the tin can I had just fixed was in pieces on the floor.  I stopped to examine it. As I knelt to see better, one of the boning knives I had failed to take with me in my hurry embedded itself in the wall beside me. That was it, I couldn’t stay in that shop a minute longer on my own. I went and stood by the front door waiting for my staff to arrive.  When they did, I phoned for a relief manager to come and replace me. The guy they sent was an old manager and as we went to the office, we both noticed that we both shuddered at the same spot.

He turned to me and said “An old lady died at the back door next to the toilets when it was her home. They didn’t find her for weeks!”

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Me: Wow. I wasn’t expecting that. It the lady protecting her house? Is it her trying to stop people taking over her home? 

Gary: I honestly believe the ghost of the old lady wanted me out of that shop. I never saw her and I have never seen a  ghost, but I still get the spine tingling and hair raising moments on many occasions.

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A Ghostly Visit


Today begins my series of ghost stories, of paranormal experiences, and of curious events. Come along on this exciting journey with me and read about spirits, haunted places, unexplained presence and more!

My first story comes from Anna Walls, the daughter of a rancher, a wife to a fisherman and a mother of two wonderful boys. To know more about Anna, visit her blogs below. 

My writing blog is Anna’s Obsession – http://AnnaLWalls.blogspot.com

My personal blog is Anna of Alaska – http://AnnaOfAlaska.blogspot.com

And my website is Anna’s Passion – http://AnnaLWalls.weebly.com

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Her Story – A Ghostly Visit

When I was in college, I wasn’t much for the party scene, though I wasn’t a top student either. For me college was a means to an end and the end I’d chosen wasn’t available by the time I got there, but there I was, so I tried to make the best of it.

 One day, I was taking a nap in the afternoon, taking advantage of my room mate being off to her own classes, when I was startled awake, only I couldn’t quite wake up in the usual way – you know, sit up, open the eyes and look around. I was unable to do any of that, but I certainly felt fully awake. As someone who dreams lucid and recurring dreams, I think I know the difference. I was also unwilling to break the spell. I had the distinct feeling that if I did try to move or open my eyes, I would succeed, but then my curiosity would not be satisfied and whatever woke me would vanish like a puff of smoke.

Anyway, there I lay, stalk still with my eyes closed, and yet every feature of my room seemed to be laid out before my mind, including the dog standing in my open dorm-room door. This dog was a collie, and just like in many of my dreams I seemed to know who this dog was. However, there was a choice as well. When I was a little kid, the family dog (a collie named Chris) took care of all of us. Living on a ranch, he went with us everywhere and kept the yard free of dangers. He killed more than one snake that ventured into our yard, and I’m talking bull snakes and rattlers. He was also my mom’s favorite means of getting us out of bed in the morning. Mom’s “Git ‘em” was always accompanied by whoever at the time ducking completely under the covers, squealing and calling his name. He’d of course be dancing all over us trying to stick his cold nose under the covers. There was no further sleeping after that kind of a wake up.

 One day, my dad let me bring home a female black collie from the auction house, and of course one thing led to another and there was a litter of puppies. She was also a horribly bad influence on Chris and they got into a lot of trouble around the countryside. Eventually they just didn’t come home. Yeah well, you know what that means, but I won’t go there.

 We found homes for all the puppies but decided to keep one that looked to be taking after his father. We named him Jackson. In the end, he grew to be nearly twice the size of his dad with his mother’s lack of brains. He was a very lovable dog, but not too smart, and he could never be persuaded to do the bed thing. Then one day while I was off to college (my first year I think) my mom called to tell me that Jackson had been run over. Seems he fell asleep under the truck and my brother didn’t know. He was devastated.

 Back to my visit: there was this collie dog standing in the open door to my room and I was certain it was one of these two dogs, but which one? I had to guess. He was waiting for the invitation, his tail wagging hesitantly, seemingly hoping I’d remember him. But which one? I just chose one. I don’t remember why I chose Chris. Maybe because he was the dog I knew best. I even wonder if I’d chosen Jackson, that would have been okay too. At any rate, as soon as I said “Chris” in my mind, the dog perked up and leapt forward to jump up on my bed, walking all over me and shoving his cold nose on my neck and face – remember, I couldn’t dive under the covers, but I thought of it. Maybe that was enough for this gleeful greeting. And then he was gone. He’d found me, greeted me with his customary good morning wakeup and was done. I haven’t had another visit since, though it’s a very vivid memory.

 After he was gone, I sat up and looked around. My door was still closed. There was no sign that anything paranormal had occurred. Needless to say, there was also no further desire to sleep – I was awake now.

This story is a curious one. How did Chris find her? What was the purpose? Perhaps Anna will never know. Paranormal experiences can happen to anyone and not just to humans. I will leave you to think about it.

Do you have any questions? Leave a Comment? I would love to hear from you. 

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