Conference hydra::dejavu

    YES: 
    I call it a "Spirit" I have had pictures taken off the wall in my daughters
    room and neatly put on her bed. Some times I have had lights turnt on.
    Or things on the night stands moved. 
    Have you ever had someone call your name ? When Know one is there?
    That also has happen to me and my Daughter.
    I have been told that I have psychic abilities, By a Psychic. 
    

    Yes, I had one in the house where I lived while attending high school. 
    I saw her several times in my room, my mother heard her, my brother and
    several friends saw her in my room.  She was pretty harmless, just
    stayed in my bedroom over my bed, never did communicate why she was
    there, although I did sit up and ask her once.  Smiling, she faded
    away.
    
    I wondered if she would follow me as I moved around, but she never did. 
    The place I live now is only six years old, and I've lived there each
    of those six years, being the first tenant.  One night while laying in
    bed, my face down in my pillow, but not asleep yet, and my cat at my
    feet, I felt something sit down on my bed.  I heard the cat jump off
    the bed almost simultaneously and as I slowly looked up I saw the
    outline of a relative who passed away eight years ago.  She smiled at
    me and reached out to brush the hair out of my eyes, and I felt it.  
    
    This was very frightening and I kept speaking out loud to myself as if
    I didn't believe it was happening.  I kept talking to her, saying, "You
    are really sitting here, aren't you?"  I saw the cat on the floor, all
    her hair standing up, looking at the bed.  Obviously she saw the woman
    too.
    
    When I lay in bed at night I often hear noises that I can attribute to
    those of the complex I live in, but there are also noises that make no
    sense.  That is usually when the cat decides to play the game: 
    "There's a burglar in your house at 2am" and looks wild-eyed at empty
    space.
    
    I was washing my car last summer and thought I heard my name
    called...when I looked up I saw the woman from my old house.  This gave
    me the creeps and I sent off-line mail to someone in here inquring if
    it as possible for the woman to suddenly show up.
    
    I have a had a lot of experiences that confirm my belief I have
    "guests" and they are in different notes in here...
    
    Eliz
    

    
    	Well, I've recently (9 months ago) moved to an apartment 
    	complex.  It's just myself and my 3 birds in the apartment.
    	I NEVER hear my neighbors, except when someone runs the water,
    	or flushes a toilet, then I hear the water moving in the pipes.
    	
    	But since I've been there, several weird things have happened.
    	I've come home from work on more than one occasion to find 
    	the mirror in the bathroom steamed up and the shower walls wet
    	like someone has just taken a shower.
    
    	I have a stained glass ornament hanging in my livingroom window,
    	and I've come home to find it taken down and left on the TV or
    	the coffee table sometimes.
    
    	I live on the third floor, and there is an attic above me, its
    	unlocked between 8:00 am. and 8:00 pm. so the tenants can 
    	access their assigned storage space up there.  But several times
    	I've heard people walking around up there at 2:00 am.  One time
    	I got up to check the attic door to tell whoever was up there 
    	that they were keeping me awake.  But the door was locked.
    
    	I was sitting in the livingroom once and had left a box of cereal
    	on the counter in the kitchen.  I heard the box fall off the 
    	counter, which is no big deal, but when I went in the kitchen to
    	pick it up, it was across the room!  I know cereal boxes can't
    	roll.
    
    	I was telling some of my friends here at work about the things
    	going on and they jokingly keep telling me I have a ghost.  And
    	they periodically ask for a "ghost update".  
    
    	The last few "really" weird things that have happened have been
    	when I was asleep.  For instance, in the bedroom, the lamp and 
    	the alarm clock are plugged in next to the bed.  The plug that
    	they are in can be shut off and on from the light switch by the
    	door.  So I never touch the switch or else I would have to keep
    	resetting my clock and alarm.  Everyone has some sort of routine
    	at night, and mine is to get into bed, check my alarm, turn off
    	the lamp (using the switch on the lamp), put my glasses on top
    	of the clock, and roll over.  One morning, my alarm clock was
    	off, no power.  I thought the power must have gone out.  I jumped
    	up to look at the kitchen clock (battery operated), and found 
    	that I was still ok and would only have to rush a little not to
    	be late.  When I went into the bathroom, I hit the light switch
    	by habbit, and the light came on.  It was then I realized that 
    	the power wasn't out.  I went back to the bedroom and flicked the
    	switch by the door, the alarm came on and so did the lamp!
    
    	For me to have done this, I would have had to turn the lamp back 
    	on, get out of bed, and turn it off from the switch on the wall,
    	get back in bed, and not remember the whole thing.  I know I didn't
    	do it.
    
    	I have a TV in the bedroom that I will watch before going to sleep.
    	I have cable running to it from the livingroom.  One night, 
    	I turned off the TV, got into bed, checked my alarm, turned off the
    	lamp, took off my glasses, and went to sleep.  In the morning,
    	it was snowing, so I turned on the TV to see the weather report.
    	Cable was out. (so I thought),  I started getting ready for work,
    	later when feeding my birds in the living room, I turned the TV on
    	in there to check if Cable was back on.  It was.  When I was back 
    	in the bedroom to finish dressing, I turned on the TV in there to
    	watch the news while I was dressing.  Cable was out again...  
    	But it wasn't, I could here the TV in the livingroom still.  So 
    	check the cables in the back.  Everything looked fine.  I followed
    	the cable into the livingroom to the splitter.  That's when I found
    	the problem.  Normally the cable came in from the jack, to the 
    	splitter, then from one part of the splitter to the TV in the 
    	livingroom and from the other part of the splitter to the TV in 
    	the bedroom.  This day, the cable came in from the jack, directly
    	to the TV in the livingroom.  
    
    	This means sometime while I was sleeping, someone took the cable
    	out of the splitter, the cable from the splitter out of the TV 
    	and reconnected the cable directly to the TV.  I know I didn't
    	do it..
    
    	There is more, but I won't bore you with them.  My "House Guest"
    	usually pulls something about every 2-3 weeks.
    
    	Do I just ignore it, or do I try to figure out what it's up to?
    	
    	If it is a ghost or a spirit, it's a very mischievous one..
    
    	I have a friend who is into numerology.  She says my birth number
    	is 7.  She says that "Septon" people are most likely to experience
    	ESP and psychic awareness.  And that is why my house guest is 
    	picking on me.  Because he knows I'll see it, or believe it, or
    	something like that.
    
    	Anyway, comments welcome.
    
    	kath

    just enjoy it... :-)

    
    Wow...

    
    	Ok, my guest pulled another one.  I was getting my 
    	stuff together to go to the laundry room.  I have just bought 
    	some new underwear, they came in a package of three, one
    	pick, one blue, one green.
    
    	After all my things were together I opened the package and 
    	took the three pairs out and put them on top of the pile.
    	I walked into the kitched to throw the package away.
    	I walked back to the bedroom to get my laundry basket and
    	the green pair were gone.  I looked everywhere, but they're 
    	gone.
    
    	My guest has moved things around, but he/she has never
    	taken anything before..
    
    	I think he/she is trying to annoy me.

    It sounds like you have had just about enough of this little ghost....
    You must remember that you are in control of this situation....either
    tell this spirit to go towards the light.....or tell him/her that if
    they chose to stay they must do so by your rules...
    
    Mindy
    

    re .6
    
    We had similar things happen in one house.  I took off a bra (beige)
    one night and put it on a basket next to the bed.  In the morning
    it was gone.  We searched everywhere for that thing, and finally I
    got mad and told our friend (we'd been calling it "George" up to
    that time, after that we called it "Georgia") to bring it back.
    
    The next morning there was a bra there, beige, but 2 sizes too 
    small and with a front clasp.  Definitely not mine.  So I had 
    another fit, since it seemed to work pretty well the first time.
    The next morning, that one was gone, but mine was right where I'd
    left it a week earlier!
    
    This guest also managed to get a jar of marshmallow creme and 
    some other goodies out of a locked safe in the closet.  It was
    fun for a while, but then it seemed to leave because we never
    had anything else happen.
    
    ellen

    Has anyone ever seen any of your guests?  Re .8, it sounds fascinating,
    but was anyone else there to see it?  This has nothing to do with
    whether or not I believe you, because I do...I've had too many strange
    things happen in my place not to.
    
    I just remember feeling relieved when my brother, and some friends,
    also saw my house guest because I kept thinking, "Did I really see
    her?"
    Or, 
    
    "Did that really happen?"
    
    I just wondered if any of you with house guests ever had others to
    witness the actions...
    

    re. .7

    	I agree you are the one in control of the situation, just like
    	none of us would not like a person intruding into our homes
    	uninvited, the same should be the case with other entities.

    	The realm where deceased souls pass is separate from ours for
    	a good reason, those that die must progress, usually onto 
    	their next life. Those that do not and persist in trying
    	to assert their influence on the physical plane at best could
    	be called mischievous, at the other extreme, many worst things. 
    	Souls treading the evolutionary path walk the road of
    	reincarnation, those not interested in their evolution
    	hang around. If this is so why would one wish to welcome their 
    	presence.

    	As said tell them to go towards the light, to take their
    	re birth, that you forgive them and the time has come to
    	leave. If they persist try placing a lighted candles around
    	the house. The jumping, or smoking of the flame is an
    	indication that these spirits are present, and this tends to
    	discourage them. If this does not work try placing a
    	photograph of a Divine personality before the photograph,
    	say Michelangelos depiction of Jesus Christ during the last
    	judgment where he is casting the spirits to one side.

    	This worked for someone who was being bothered by a particularly
    	persistent spirit. This extremely powerful depiction of this
    	divine personality, as apposed to the more traditional symbol
    	combined with the candle had the effect of removing a troublesome
    	entity.
    
               
    					Chris

    is a ghost a he or a she? or it could be both? 

    i always wondered about this.
    
    i think it would be neat to have a nice ghost around the place.

    \nasser

    I believe it can be either one.  I've had two female ghosts in
    different places that I lived.  It was obvious they were women because
    I saw both of them plain as day.  One was quite distinct, not shadowy
    at all, while the other was shadowy but in color, as was the first, so
    I could tell they were female.
    
    The one of many years ago had long brown hair, was wearing a purple
    cloak that had a fur mantle, and high leather boots that came up past
    her knees.  
    
    The other one had grey hair and was wearing red lipstick.
    
    I think that there could also be men just as easily seen as women.
    
    

    >The one of many years ago had long brown hair, was wearing a purple
    >cloak that had a fur mantle, and high leather boots that came up past
    >her knees.  

    you know where this place was? i'd like to move in there ^)

    it is neat you seen ghosts, i never seen one in my whole wide world
    i think ghosts seem to live in certain places in the world, like
    i bet there are no ghosts living in southern California, but places like
    massusuststeetst and new Hamshire and Main and things like that
    would have more ghosts in them, and mostly in the country side in 
    places like barns or something.

    this is just based on si'kick feelings nothing more.

    \bye
    \nasser

    I have never seen a ghost. Thank God!  in 1989 I had an extremely close
    friend of mine pass away.  (being 18 at the time) I was so confused and
    went through hell.  I felt so dislocated from reality, not knowing why,
    not being able to say good-bye, wishing I did things this way, etc. 
    This person had been a teacher my High School, and she had Cancer. I
    had graduated in 1987 and I had found out about her cancer in 1985 when
    I took her typing class. Because I was finding it extremely difficult
    to relate on any level with own mother, I kind of looked up to her. She
    was always so supportive, very vibrant, energetic person who just got a
    high off being alive.  Anyway, being so frightened of death itself, I
    really wanted to go to the hospital as I had about 12 hours after I
    recieved the phone call that it was only a matter of time. During those
    12 hours I so wanted to get the courage to go to her, thank her for 
    everything she did for me. (here I became a respectful, young lady, as
    opposed to when she first met me at 16 years old.  I was failing in my
    studies, I was totally disrespectful to my teachers, and a real pain in
    the #$%. By graduation, I made honor roll 2 times, and the same
    teachers that could not stomach me, had me babysitting their children.  
    Class night I received a scholarship for "that student that has shown
    the greatest compassion to his/her fellow human beings, and has
    expressed a sincere in his/her chosen field of study.) It had been a
    difficult 2 years knowing she had the cancer, BUT I never thought she
    was really going to pass away. She always was determined to survive,
    and becuase she was so optimistic and seemed strong-willed I really
    believed her, because she drilled it into me all the time. It was the
    longest Sunday in my life when something told me to call the Hospital,
    I just suddenly felt really uncomfortable about her being in the
    hospital.  Upon calling the hospital and speaking with the nurse, I was
    told that it was not likely she would make it to the morning. 
    
    She made it through Sunday and technically passed away 4-16-93 at
    11:45pm.  The medical examiner pronounced her officially dead at
    4-17-93.  What struck alot of people as odd (at least those who knew
    her) thought wow! She had been in the hospital soooo long. She passes
    away during the time that most of the school personnel and students
    were on a trip to Greece.  I myself had just gone back to work that
    Monday the 17th after being out for 2 months with an injured back. It
    was like she was the center of attention for so long, and when the time
    was right she snuck out the back door.  
    
    I know I am ranting on about this, but it has been soo long since I
    have ever spoken about it.  I feared that she was goiing to contact me.
    I mean we are not talking about being scared. We are talking about 
    being frightened to the point of almost having a breakdown.  I would
    not go out at night. When I was out at night WITH FRIENDS, and we were
    sitting at the kitchen table, and her shades were up, I would envision
    her face looking through the window. It never happened, but I would
    never sit in a room with the shades open for a long long time. I have
    been so flipped out about death and stuff like that, I do not want
    anything to do with it.  I could not sleep for two nights, and
    especially after the third night which was the night of her wake. I
    dont know to this day if I really heard her or thought I heard her. All
    I remember is being halfway asleep and clearly hearing her say "just
    pray for me"  I woke up screaming so loud I did not go back to sleep.
    It took me a long time to be able to be home alone.  And on the same
    note I feel guilty being so afraid of her.  I know she would never hurt
    me, on one hand I would give anything to talk to her again. YET! I am
    so very scared to. I have to admit one thing,  after looking through &
    reading some of these notes, my god I am really impressed with
    everyones courage that has dealt with it. I go crazy just thinking
    about possibly dealing with it.  I still do find it interesting to read
    about but I just dont want to experience it.  For me the difficulty was
    that this was the first person that I was so close to that passed away.
    One positive thing it did do was put my life in a new perspective. I do
    get along much better with my mother, my outlook has changed
    drastically.  I just know I am going to experience the same intense
    fear someday when it happens to another person that is real close to
    me. I wish I could get over that fear. How true it is, that saying "the
    only thing to fear is fear itself."
    
    keep the stories coming, I have to admit they are interesting.

                                               
    Re.14
    
    What a beautiful tribute to a very special person in your life!
    
    Thich Nhat Hanh, a Buddhist monk, wrote much about fear and how to cope
    with it.  His approach is to 'make friends with your fear', and then
    ask yourself what is really behind your fear.  Then you may be able to
    get to the bottom of it, face your real fear, and then it won't
    paralyze you so much after that.  It does take time though...be gentle
    with yourself. 
    
    It does not sound like your friend would do you any harm...quite the
    opposite in fact.  Because you were so close, if she does try to come
    visit you, it may be that she has a message for you about death that
    could help you to overcome that very fear.  That she's OK where she is, 
    that she loves you, and that everything really is fine.  Although I've
    never 'seen' a person who has died, I do 'feel' the presence of certain
    people on occasion, particularly my grandfather whom I was very close
    to, and still miss every once in a while.  
    
    There are many books on the subject you can read too - feel free to 
    contact me offline, or perhaps others can suggest some here.
    
    Cindy    

         
    One thing you can do to help alleviate the panic you feel during the
    kind of fear you are experiencing is to begin breathing slowly and 
    deeply.  
    
    Cindy

    
    
    
    
    re: .9
    
    >>> Has anyone ever seen any of your guests?
    
    	I have never SEEN my guest. (I'm finding I prefer GUEST to GHOST)
    	But I have heard him/her and I have seen the pranks it pulls.
    
    	I have had more than one friend see the wet shower, or things
    	moved.  I never see things as they are moving, only where there
    	moved to.  Even with the green underwear, I was there, but I didn't
    	see them disappear.  I went back in the room and they were gone.
    
    	I'm not sure what I would do if I did see it..
    
    	I have told it to do something before and it did.  That was
    	a few days before Christmas, it was blinking the second string
    	of lights on my tree, and I told it to "knock it off" and it 
    	stopped.  I then checked the connections on all the strings
    	of lights and checked all the bulbs for a blinker bulb and found
    	nothing.  About and hour after the second string started blinking
    	again, and I said, "I said knock it off, you're not funny." and
    	it stopped and didn't happen again before I took the tree down
    	2 weeks later.
    
    	Someone here at work suggested that since I live in a complex
    	that has 22 apartments, I might ask some of the other tenants
    	if they are noticing anything.  That it might be having fun with
    	the whole bunch of us and that's why I only have things happen 
    	every couple of weeks.
    
    	But I think I'd feel silly asking them..  The only reason I'm writing
    	this in here is because I know people from this notesfile wouldn't
    	think I was nuts.  And I needed to ask someone seriously about it.
    
    	As for being afraid.  No, I'm not afraid.  I just think its a 
    	little creepy.  I think if there was anything for me to be afraid
    	of, it probably would of happened by now.  It's just a little 
    	annoying not knowing when or why.
    
    	kath

    RE: .13
    
    OOOOWWWWWW!!!
    
    >>massusuststeetst and new Hamshire and Main and things like that
      ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
    
    I think I just got a cramp in my tongue trying to pronounce this! 
    
    
    
                               8^)
    
    (Sorry, couldn't resist!  Is that place on THIS planet?)
    
    
                   Dave
    

    .-1

    sorry Dave, i could never pronouns masusuteetsttsusts and the spell
    checker would not help much too it gives no guesses to pick from.

    it is not my fault they called the place such a long and complex name.

    one day when i have time i want to just sit down and try to memorize 
    the whole thing.

    \bye
    \nasser

    
    Mass-a-chu-setts
        

    I think most spelling checkers let you add a personal dictionary.
    Add Massachusetts to yours, (and psychic, the most commonly 
    and horribly mangled word in this conference), and be done with
    it forever.  
    						todd

    Interestingly both my mother and sister have either seen
    or felt my fathers presence. My sister had a couple of eerie
    experiences and now has asked him not to show up. As for me
    I have yet to see anything but I am still hoping. ;)

>       <<< Note 1823.20 by TNPUBS::PAINTER "angel pranks, swan songs" >>>
>                             -< how about this... >-
>
>    Mass-a-chu-setts
        
Gesundheit!

We have a building here that a lot of people think is haunted.  We've heard
stories about it being a morgue at one time, and about the property being
owned by an old farmer who was benig bought out by city/gvt/something and
mysteriously disappeared, etc, but we don't really know what it was or what
happened.  We only know that a lot of weird things happen over there, and
being in security, we hear most of the stories and experience a lot of stuff
ourselves.

People have seen someone over there at the end of this one hall.  One morning
(4am) I saw what looked like a white cat dive into the dumpster, but there
was nothing there when I went for a closer look.

One evening my partner came running out of the kitchen (no one likes that 
kitchen) because he'd been in there and stopped the swinging doors as he
went through them, then when he got to the middle of the room they started
swinging again.

One Sunday I came out of the hall (where people see someone) and slammed the
door behind me and went on my way.  I got about 20 feet down the hall and
the door slammed again -- no one was there and no one was in the building
except my partner and me.  I went through another door into an office area
and closed the door softly because I was still looking for someone behind me.
Finally I gave up and headed down the aisle, and all of a sudden the door I'd
just shut slammed.  And no one was there.  In that same area, only when it
was dark, you could hear someone opening and shutting file cabinet drawers.

The lobby and part of the hall had red tiles and running a cart over them
was never quiet.  And sometimes when there was no one else in the building, or
just security and a couple of other people, you'd hear someone running a cart
down the hall, but no one and nothing would be there when you looked.

One night a few years back I had to work til almost midnight and be back by 
5am, so instead of making the hour drive home and another hour back, I made 
use of the cot in the empty nurse's office.  I'd been asleep for about two 
hours when I woke up drenched and scared to death.  The "dream" I'd had wasn't 
a dream, it didn't have that feeling to it at all.  It was very black, no light
or sound at all.  There was nothing visual to this experience, only feeling on 
a very basic level.  I was fighting for my life, another being wanted to take 
over my body.  The being switched from male to female and back again, and used 
different arguments and tactics, and finally, thinking about my daughter, I 
was able to fight it off (or something).  This doesn't describe the feeling 
very well.  That's the only time I've ever had something like that happen.  
After I woke up, I didn't feel anything else, and I didn't feel like whatever
it was really was anything to do with the building, that's just where it 
happened.  I just knew that small war was finished.

A couple of weeks later, a friend I'd discussed the experience with was 
reading through this file and forwarded me a note (I'm not sure which one 
now) that describes almost the same thing.  Just reading that gave me the 
creeps all over again.

Ellen

    Ellen,
    
    
    your experience is so similar to my girl friend's that it's prompted me
    to reply.
    
    It's hard to know where to start. My girlfriend has always been very
    pyschic, been able to astral travel, talk to her (dead) grandmother.
    This sounds fantastic, but it is very ordinary if, like her, you happen to
    have a strong natural talent. 
    
    I was open minded with a cynical, aetheistic background.
    
    
    We went on holiday to Cornwall for a long romantic weekend. Ghillie
    became very nervous, she had had a dream of an old lady who gave her
    VERY hostile feelings. As the first evening progressed, her arms became
    heavy, she felt disassociated, the kind of feelings that one would
    normally associate with being in the middle/early stages of meditation.
    I had never seen her worried by anything psychic before. 
    
    
    I cannot describe the whole experience, the worst happened from approx
    10pm till 4am. The women made what I can only descibe as a considered
    attack. Ghillie was awake through almost all. The women became visual,
    threatening, like your own experience, took on many forms. Ghillie saw
    the woman both in her mind and physically awake.
    
    I was with her throughout and I have never been so scared for another
    person. Although I could not see her physically or in my mind, I could 
    certainly feel her presence in the room at times.
    Ghillie's body kept on arching up, she was obviously scared stiff.
    After a few hours Ghillie was becoming more tired. Luckily, so was this
    lady. The physical assaults particularly seemed to tire the woman.(it's
    amazing what you notice even when scared) I wont go on any more about
    Cornwall.....but it certainly wasn't the end of it all.
    
    We came back, made several phone calls to organisations like
    Rosecrutions (spelling?), a local psychic healer (who was hopeless).
    Then left the matter.
    
    About two months later, Ghillie was washing up and she thought of the
    woman absentmindedly. The woman appeared to Ghillie physically...and
    scared the xxx!!@ out of her.
    
    Over a period of three/four weeks I became more and more aware of
    feeling her myself in the house. I was so worried about this all by now 
    that I went to the local Spiritualist Church and we had an interview with 
    one of their healers, a guy called Jack Hoad. Jack is one of those
    fellas who immediately makes you feel at ease and at peace.
    
    He explained that the woman was probably attracted to Ghillie because
    of her natural abilities, ie because Ghillie could notice her. He
    explained that we had to talk to the woman and explain to her that she
    was actualy dead as she probably didn't know. We had to explain to her
    that in her lifetime there would have been people who would have loved
    her and that if she looked for these people with love, they would help
    her. We had to project love towards her (hard to do to a person who has
    been scaring you...you have to understand them first)
    
    
    We talked to this woman the same day, ...it worked. 
    
    She came back to Ghillie approx 3 months ago and thanked us. I ought to
    mention that the lady did me a great favour...the experiences I had
    then were more than enough to convince me of the existance of life in
    Spirit. Two years later we are both Spiritualists, attend a psychic
    development circle. I have read much and changed my life. Not that I
    was such a bad person, just that I am more focussed on Spiritual
    development now (rather than psychic development, of which I have
    little talent)
    
    
    It took me a few years to learn that to find your soul you must listen
    and lead with your heart, not your mind. 
    
    .. a bit of a quote...
    
    Where the heart is saying
    "this is so" and the intellect is saying, "I dont understand, therefore
    I dont believe"
    
    When you are with another human being are you really communicating with
    the mind? or are you speaking to a soul and the minds are scurying
    around trying to put it all into order and vocabulary?
    
    When your mind asks "why?", you realise how easily it is satisfied with
    a superficial answer.
    When your heart asks "why?"
    it wants nothing but the truth of God.
    
    
    Faith is not an intellectual thing
    it is a feeling.
    
    
    
    best wishes 
    
    
    Steve
    
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    Why do very few people ALWAYS see spirits where ever they live and most
    people never see or experience any even where the few people see them? 

    Why do very few people ALWAYS fight with their neighbors where ever they 
    live and most people never see or experience any trouble even where the 
    few people do?

    
    Re: .25
    
    (Hi Ellen)
    
       This note is to substantiate Ellen's entry.  
    
    I work with Ellen at the building she was refering to and have noticed
    a few things myself.  First I'd like to say that I don't easily believe
    "stories" I hear and I even try to debunk them if I can.  For example: 
    In this building, when I first transfered here, I was told of a strange
    automatic door that would, from time to time, open by itself without
    anyone hitting the power button to open it.  I checked it out and found
    that it did in fact open without anyone pushing the power button.  I
    also figured out and physically proved why.  We carry two-way radios
    with us through the building.  If someone is standing outside the door
    and they key their radio, the frequency from the radio activates the
    automatic door mechanism and (of course) opens the door.
    
        I'm not saying there isn't something about this building though! 
    It just takes a little more to convince me.  In addition to what Ellen
    has said I offer this....
    
    I work the (haha.....HA!) graveyard shift.  The building is usually
    empty except for me and my partner.  The "kitchen" is not in operation
    so all the equipment shut down.  When you walk into it you have to walk
    all the way to the other side of it to turn the lights on because there
    is no switch by the door.  At night it is very dark in there (nice
    setting, huh?) and the first light you see when you walk through the
    door is the digital temperature gage for the big walk in freezer.  On a
    couple of occasions I have walked in and look up at the gage and the
    read-out was 66.6!  That's good for a shiver.  But what I find really
    strange is that the freezer is not running.  It's shut down and just
    the gage is working.  I have gone through there and the gage will read
    50 degrees.  Two hours later I come back thru and the gage reads 95
    degrees!  The door is warm but the outside frame is cold!  My partner
    goes thru two hours later and gets a reading of 60 degrees.  Strange???
    The temperture gages are working just fine, maintenance checks them
    regularly. (The walk-in refrigerator's temperature remains constant!)
    
        Funny I can't get anybody to open the freezer door when it is hot! 
    ME?  Hahahaha, sorry but I haven't try it..........YET!
    
        I have also played the file cabinet drawer game.  I go through the
    one office area and there are drawers open.  I close them.  I come
    through again a couple of hours later and there are drawers open again.
    
    
    DIFFERENT DRAWERS!!     AND NOBODY IN THE BUILDING!
    
    
    
    
                           Dave
    
    
    P.S.  I'm becoming a pretty darn good whistler!
    
    
    

    
    <<< Note 1823.27 by GOLF::JANOWSKI "CitizensAgainstContinentalDrift" >>>

  ||Why do very few people ALWAYS see spirits where ever they live and most
  ||people never see or experience any even where the few people see them? 
    
    
    Maybe it works in the same vein as people who are always seeing things
    that aren't there as opposed to people who never see things that are.
    
    Just speculating.  8*)
    
    
    Dave
    

    
        Why do very few people ALWAYS see spirits where ever they live and
    	most people never see or experience any even where the few people see
        them?
    
    
    I asked the same question in note 1680 because I seem to be able to
    find spirits/ghosts/etc wherever I have lived, while my mother,
    although she could hear one one of the times, has never seen any of
    them.
    
    You may want to check out the answer there.  I've always wondered it
    myself, not to mention ( sarcastic tone here...) Why am I the lucky
    one?
    
    Trust me, seeing spirits isn't fun and it is certainly nothing I like
    to tell epeople.
    
    "Yeah, I often see the ghosts of my dead cats or relatives."
    
    You would be surprised how quickly people have to excuse
    themselves...their fireplace needs cleaning, or their gutters, or
    something else when you tell them something like that!
    
    

    Why can a few see and most cant?....
    
    
    Pyschic abilities, or the possession and strength of them is a natural
    ability. Everyone is pyschic but the ability/skill varies. ie all
    people receive ideas and inspiration from Spirit, most
    people can "feel" if a spirit is near them (though most would think it
    to be a draft) a few can hear, fewer can see, very few can enable
    spirits to move physical objects. 
    
    Everyone's abilities can be improved by training but it can be compared
    to musical abilities, everyone can be trained but a Mozart is born
    great.
    
    To see spirits means you must be able to perceive a higher vibration
    level. Spirit life is as an energy based existance at a frequency above
    light speed. A medium basically works like a transformer, seeing with your
    spirit eye/ear/body and being able to perceive this through your
    physical body. It can be trained, but a brilliant pyschic is born that
    way.
    
    
    Hell of a world 'aint it
    
    
    Steve

    
    
    	Just wanted everyone to know, It's been two full weeks with
    	no new pranks from my guest.
    
    	(but I never did get my green underwear back)
    
    	regards..

    
    Maybe your guest was a member of a fraternity doing a panty raid.
                          
    Cindy

    We moved into to a 100+ year old house about 6 years ago.  The first
    few months things dissapeared like crazy!
    
    The first night we spent in the house I put my daughter, who was 2 at
    the time, to bed.  She was still in a crib and had a beautiful pink
    quilt as her "blankey".  Believe me she didn't go anywhere, especially
    to bed, without this thing!  The next morning I went upstairs to get
    her and the "blankey" was gone.  I KNEW that I had put her to bed with
    it the night before, but just the same we torn the house apart and
    never did find it.  My husband was sure that it just got misplaced in
    the move, but in the past 6 years the "blankey" has never turned up.
    
    About a month later I had our laundry seperated into piles in our
    bedroom, all of our jeans, including my favorite OLD pair were the next
    load to hit the washer.  I went to gather up the jeans and low and
    behold my old fav's were gone.  I knew for a fact that they were on the
    top of that pile because I had just taken them off and added them to
    the pile.  I rooted around for those jeans for months and never came
    across them.
    
    My son had a Detroit Tiger ball cap that his grandfather gave him just
    before he died, (the grandfather), and only took it off to take a
    shower and when he went to bed.  Every night he would hang this hat on
    the bottom the lower left bed post. One morning my son came racing down
    very upset that he could not find his hat.  Well, we did the house
    tearing apart AGAIN and the hat has never been found.
    
    My parents came for a visit and my father put his glasses down on the
    end table next to the sofa.  Five minutes later he reached out to get
    his glasses only to find empty space.  We did the house search again
    and never found his glasses.
    
    I had my clothes for work laid out on a chair in the bedroom one night
    only to find my pants missing in the morning.  This is the only missing
    article that I did find, but it wasn't until about a year later.  I was
    cleaning out my closet and found these pair of pants in a crumpled mess
    in the bottom of a large box in the back of my closet.  
    
    I've tried to convince my husband that someone/something took our
    belongings, but he is sure that these things have just been misplaced. 
    He won't even admit to hearing the "bumps in the middle of the night". 
    Many times we have heard large thumps coming from the upstairs bedrooms
    and both of us will charge up the stairs to make sure the kids haven't
    fallen out of bed.  When we reach the kids rooms they are always
    sleeping soundly.
    
    I met someone who lived in our house about 15 years ago and she was
    also convinced that we are not alone.  My husband still won't have
    anything to do with it.  Maybe that explains why he hasn't had anything
    of his come up missing.  I've tried asking for our belongings back but
    no such luck.  Nothing has vanished in over 4 years, now that it has
    something that belonged to each of us, except my husband.
    
    We live in a very small town and it wouldn't take much to do some
    research on my house.  Just the same my guest seems friendly enough now
    and I'm a little frightened to maybe dredge up some unfriendly facts.
    
    I have also been visited by my great-aunt when I was a teen-ager.  She
    came and sat at the end of my bed a few days after her funeral.  At
    first I thought it was my mother checking on me but then realized I
    could see her and yet see through her at the same time.  I said, "Aunt
    Betty is that really you?"  She just smiled and waved at me and then
    was gone.
    
    My husband and I lost our best friend a year ago to cancer and I'm
    still waiting for him to show up.  I talk to him alot and know that one
    of these days I'll find what I've been looking for, 
    
    This has turned out to be much longer than I intended!  Sorry.
    
    Cheers,
    lv

    lv,
    
    You have quite an impressive story.  The only part I have a problem
    with is your theory that the reason your husband has had nothing of his
    taken is because he won't have any part of the ghost theory.  I have a
    hard time agreeing with this only because I don't think ghosts leave
    people alone based on the people's belief...I don't know, but it sounds
    kind of weird...
    
    I don't think you would be inviting unfriendly acts by just
    investigating who your house guest is.  If you were doing it with the
    intent to get rid of it, maybe, but if you are just curious...I dont
    think anything would happen...
    
    I liked your title...it happens in Ohio too...
    
    There are a couple of neat books out...one called, "Haunted Heartland"
    that talks about several states including Michigan, Ohio, Illinois,
    Indiana, and a lot more and the haunted houses that have been reported,
    haunted sitings too...
    
    It's always interesting because these people don't seem to be after a
    lot of money and publicity like some people, including those people
    whose house had demons in it, but they seemed just informational...
    
    

    
    
       <<< Note 1823.35 by GLDOA::VONIER "I Brake for Hallucinations" >>>
                          -< it happens in Ohio too >-
    
    
          I'm originally from Ohio, so naturally I'm curious as to where in
    Ohio you are talking about. (If I may ask?)  Care to elaborate?
    
    
    
    Dave
    
    

    
    Re: .37
    I live in Wauseon, Ohio which is about 30 miles west of Toledo.
    
    Re:36
    I guess I'm not afraid of making my guest upset by investigating the
    house, but rather I'm afraid of uncovering some gruesome story I may
    not want to hear.  Don't ask me why I think something terrible happened
    here, I just have a strange feeling about it.
    
    Cheers,
    laurie
    

         This mainly for the writer in note .14. I hope this my provied 
    some comfort to you. I have had several encounters but this is how it 
    may have started.
         One Christmas eve while over my grandparents house back when I was
    just about nine or ten years old I became very ill. This was really no
    surprise since I seemed to always be sick during the winter months, but
    this time I was really bad. I was rushed to the hospital the day before
    Christmas eve, the doctor had told my mother that it would be alright
    for me to spend Christmas at home as long as I could be watch care-
    fully over the next few days. I guess the doctor thought that spending
    Christmas in the hospital would be no fun for me or my family.
         Being cared for in my grandparents house was no problem and since
    it was the holidays the whole brood was there. I had about twenty-six
    people in the house to watch me and that was not including the twenty
    or so more across the street at my aunt and uncle's house. I come from
    a big family.
         At this paticular time my grandparents also had a forien exchane
    student staying with them. Her name was Totee and she was from Jamaica.
    Totee was always nice to us kids, I guess she had no choice since we
    had invaded her room over the holidays.
         It was Christmas eve and I was sleeping on a cot next to Totee's
    bed while my brother and sister slept on the floor in sleeping bags.
    My condition had worsened and I had gotten a high fever, sleeping was
    not in my mind. Aunt Totee, which all we kids called her, had woken up
    to find me all drench in sweat and tossing and turning on the cot.
         Aunt Totee woke up my mother and grandparents and they called the
    doctor. He said that I was just breaking the fever and that I would be
    alright. In the mean time I would just be uncomfortable probably be
    tossing and turning all night. My Aunt Totee said that she would take
    care of me so that my mother could catch up on some sleep. This my 
    mother did knowing that I would be alright.
         Aunt Totee brought me into bed with her. She kept me covered in
    the blankets and applied a damp wash cloth to my head to keep from 
    burning up. She did this all night long. So time during the night my
    fever broke and I finally fell asleep in Aunt Totee's arms.
         This was all told to me by mother and by the rest of the family
    so don't think I remembered that myself.
         About two years after that my Aunt Totee died. The whole family
    was never the same. She had come into our lives as a stranger and 
    departed as family. My brother and sisters and I still have her pic-
    ture in each of our family alblums. We still miss her.
         The Christmas after her death was very hard the air about my
    grandparents home carried a low key of joy for the holiday. It was
    Christmas but it was not quite right. What also added to the dreary-
    ness of the holiday was that I had again become very ill. Just as
    before I was rushed to the hospital and just as before I was sent
    home to spend the holidays with my family.
         The only thing different about this time was that there was no
    Aunt Totee to care for me, not that my mother did no less, it was 
    just that my mother and father got divorced and this was the first
    Christmas with out him.
         Most of us kids stayed in Aunt Totee's old room, I got the bed 
    one of my sisters got the cot and the rest of the brood slept on the
    floor in sleeping bags. As before I was struggling with a high fever
    with all the extras sweat and tossing all around. This did not go over 
    with the kids in the room and all left to sleep else where. All except
    my oldest sister, she is about three years older than myself. Becki,
    my sister, kept me company all night.
         Sometime during the night my fever broke and I fell asleep. The
    next morning my sister told me of the strange thing that seem to come
    over me during the night. It would seem that I begain to talk as if
    having a conversation with someone. She also mentioned that she saw
    me tossing for awhile then all of a sudden I stopped. I crunched my
    legs up and seemed to snuggle against something unseen.
        " Normally", said  Becki," I think I would have been afraid but for
    some reason", she said," she knew everthing was alright."
         Becki had mentioned this to my mother and not a few minutes eailer
    I had told my mother that Aunt Totee came to me in the night and made
    me feel better. To this day my mother says that it was the stranges
    thing she had ever known.
         My sister, Becki, has also had another encounter, but that can
    wait for another time since this story has taken so long. Sorry about
    that I have a tendency to ramble on.
         I hope this my have brought you some easy of mind about spirits.
    Not all are miscievous and will steal your underwear.
    
                                            Thomas 
    

    RE: .38
    
    Oh dear, another Laurie...
    
    Laurie.

    Glad to see someone else uses the correct spelling ;^)
    
    laurie

    
    Shall we have a guess at the gender of the new 'laurie'?
                             
    Cindy

    It's been a few days since anyone has added to this note, but I just
    found it and decided to add my story. I live in an old house (1870)
    on the second floor. And I, too, have a live-in 'guest.'
    
    It's been 10 years in the same place and she is still around. I have
    lots of wonderful stories about her, ranging from stuff she has
    taken and returned months later (my diaphram!), to her finding an
    earring I lost in a store in another town and bringing it home (I
    have a witness for this one!), to her waking me up in the middle of
    the night by bouncing on my bed (to let me know I had left the back
    door open and unlocked), to parlor games with my friends in attendance.
    
    I wish I knew her name, but she has never responded to the request
    to tell me, even though I have left paper, pencils, and scrabble pieces
    out for her. 
    
    She has a fondness for homemade dolls, chairs pushed close to the
    fireplace, Xmas mornings, children and mint green clothing. She does
    not like men or fire. If she likes you, she will sit next to you, and
    if you are really lucky, she will pat your knee! (She scared my best
    friend by doing that the first week I was there, and poor Patti
    stayed away for weeks!)
    
    The house was built in 1870 as factory housing for a shoe and boot
    factory around the corner. The census of 1880 is alphabetical, not by
    street address, so I do not know if I can find her that way. The
    town library keeps a file of houses with ghosts, and I was the first
    to report the place in which I live. My landlords, who live downstairs,
    were skeptical at first when I asked if I had a ghost, but admitted
    there were lots of strange things going on -- footsteps, water running,
    furniture moving. Now they believe!!
    
    Anyway, that's my tale!!
    
    lynn

                   
    What a delightful story, Lynn!
    
    Interesting in her selection of items though...(;^)
    
    Cindy

    Something that's happened just recently...
    
    About a month ago we moved into a new apartment, Angel and I, and our
    four cats.  At night we only leave one cat out, and she usually sleeps
    on Angel's bed, but occasionally she comes over to my bed.  And she's
    really lightweight, so when she jumps on me, she doesn't always make
    a big splash.
    
    The last couple of weeks, right after I go to bed, it feel like she
    jumps onto the bed, sometimes I can even feel her moving a bit.  But
    when I open my eyes, she's still on Angel's bed, and there's nothing
    on my bed.  But I can still feel something moving, and see the blankets
    move when there's enough light from outside.  Once I turn on the
    bedroom light, it stops.
    
    I thought maybe it was the fans causing the sheets to move a bit, so
    I turned the fans off one night, and it still happened.  I'm not sure
    what it is, but it's a really weird feeling...  Kiana doesn't seem
    to notice anything at all, but a couple of times the other cats have
    seemed to sense something on the bedroom floor, but there was nothing
    there.
    
    Ellen

    a ghost kitty? well, why not? Although I would think instead
    that maybe you have a child house guest, who likes to sit
    near you on the bed. 
    
    Can you 'feel' the presence yourself? I can always tell when 
    there is a guest around me because I get a 'heavy' sensation --
    the best way to describe it is to ask you what you think you'd
    feel like if your blood became thick like honey. No problem
    moving or breathing (although if my house guest is really near
    to me, I feel a pressure on my chest, but again, no difficulty
    in breathing or moving). 
    
    The next time it happens, sit up in the dark and say in a firm
    voice, "stop it! and please stay out of my bedroom." If it is
    a child or adult garden variety guest, it will obey your order.
    
    If it does not obey, put a small bowl of invisible kitty food on
    the floor!!
    
    write soon about what happens!
    lynn
    

    
    As in .45 I've also noticed that my Birds will sense my Guest
    before I do.
    
    Do animals have a deeper or stronger 6th sense?
    
    I've heard Terri-jo (my macaw) talking to something when I'm
    walking up the hall to my door.  But she'll stop when I get to
    the door, and when she hears my keys she does her usual "Hi Terri"
    knowing that's what I'm going to say when I walk in.
    
    One of my Cocktiels often has "nite terrors" where she'll be literally
    bouncing off the walls of her cage in the middle of the night totally
    scared to death.  I have to turn the light on and yell are her to 
    get her attention and then sit with her for a half an hour to calm
    her down when this happens, sometimes it takes me five minutes just to
    break the terror and get her attention.  This also just started when
    I moved to this apartment, I just never really connected it with my 
    guest until .45 mentioned her cats will sense things..
    
    Also I don't think I connected it, because the first time that it
    happened, I found a dead honey-bee on the floor near her cage the
    next day, so I assumed she had gotten stung.  But it's happened 
    several times since the first one.
    
    If my birds are sensing a presence, then why would Honey (my cocktiel)
    be totally terrified of it, and Terri-jo (my Macaw) not be afraid of
    it and want to talk to it.  And then Baby (my other cocktiel) doesn't
    seem to acknowlege it what-so-ever...?
    
    Weird..
    
    kath

    My brother came to visit one time, bringing his little dog --
    first time Lady had been to my place. As we came up the stairs,
    Lady was very happy and excited, tail wagging a mile a minute.
    we stepped into the porch, and she started scratching at the door
    leading to the kitchen. As soon as I opened it, she raced through
    the kichen, into the hall and ran into the bathroom. We followed
    her and found her jumping up and down on her back legs, tail wagging,
    barking very happily, staring with all her attention at the corner --
    where of course there was nothing to see. I knew what she was
    sensing, because my guest has a perverted sense of humor and hangs
    around the bathroom! I've had more than one male friend come out
    of the bathroom looking over his shoulder, saying that he felt like
    someone was watching him!!
    Anyway, I believe that animals sense ghostly presences!!
    
    lynn

    I've noticed the last few nights Kiana is spending more time 
    at the foot of my bed.  She doesn't do anything, just gets up
    there and sleeps.
    
    Sunday night I felt something get on the bed again, and then
    it was moving sort of like it was kneading the blankets.  I
    just about had myself convinced it was really Kiana, when 
    Kiana jumped up on the bed and I knew for sure it had been
    something else.
    
    It's not really scary, just strange.  And this morning Tiger
    followed something out of the bedroom that I couldn't see...
    
    ln