When I was seven we moved, only right next door, into a larger house. The first night is when it all started. We were sitting in the living room, all of the sudden we heard what sounded like someone running across the roof. Dad jumped up and ran outside with a flashlight, he looked all around the house but saw nothing.

We went to bed about an hour after that, and then the same noise started up again. Well needless to say, dad was pretty upset by now, he sent my two older brothers, one 17 and one 19 years old, out the front door. Dad went out the back door, pistol in hand, he fired into the air. No one saw anything or anybody, but the noise stopped.

The next couple of nights were uneventful, and then it started again. Everyone was really perplexed by now. Still thinking someone was playing tricks on us. We all went outside with flashlights, there was nowhere for anyone to hide on the roof, but no one saw anything. This went on for about three weeks; dad even called the police on two occasions, but could not find anything.

Then everything changed, instead of the noise coming from the roof, it sounded like it was coming from the attic. Dad and my older brother crawled up there, they said it looked like no one had been up there for several years; it did not even have a floor. This went on for several days, there was only one-way to get into the attic, which was through a door in the ceiling of a closet in our bedroom.

One evening we were sitting down at the table to eat, it was just starting to get dark. Here came the sound of someone running; only this time it sounded like it was in the house, we were all at the table. My mother looked around at all of us and said, “Did you all feel that?” We had it felt like a very cold rush of air went by us. Now there was no doubt, we had a ghost. After about four days it just quit, we never heard it again.

My uncle, who was a Minister, had been to the house several times, he had always acted uneasy, now we knew why.

We thought we were through with our visitor, but needless to say, we weren’t. If not everyone had seen what I saw, I would have chalked it up to just being a child. We were sitting in the living room; a white mist appeared at the front door and moved through the house and out the back. We saw this white mist on many occasions, all through the house and even in the yard. Dad looked into the history of the house. Again, we had moved into a house where someone had died, a woman who lived there when the house was first built died there. We continued to see our ghost for about two years, then I guess she figured we were not leaving, so she quit. I was seven when we move in, I lived there until I was 20, and my parents after that for another year or two.

When I got married, my wife and I purchased a trailer; we put it next door to my parent’s house. The master bedroom was at the rear of the trailer. When our son was born, he slept in the room with us, to make it easier for early morning feedings, changes and such.

When we would put him to bed in the evenings, something was always waking him up about every hour or so. We could not figure out what it would be, we even asked his doctor, who said he didn’t think it was anything to worry about.

One evening my wife discovered quite by accident what it was. It was about eight o’clock in the evening; she put him to bed, then stepped out into the hallway and just stood there. She then heard a loud scratching at the window, she ran and looked out, but there was nothing there. She called out for me, we got him back to sleep, and hid in the closet, again there was the scratching sound. We both jumped and looked out, but nothing was there. I went outside, but could not find anything to even point to anyone being at that window.

Then, they got even braver; they started beating on the back door, sometimes so hard you could see knuckle prints in the aluminum. This even happened when we had company, but we could never catch anybody when it happened. My mother began to watch our door out of her kitchen window, as soon as the beating began one evening I called her, there was no one at the door, but the beating continued.

This was a new trailer, had never been lived in by anyone but us. Perhaps we placed the trailer where someone years before had been buried or perhaps it was the ghost from next door reminding us that she was still around, we will never know. We moved not to long after that.

Where is the creepiest place to be at night, you got a cemetery, so why did my friends and me go there, who knows, but we did. We decided that it would be fun to go and wait to see if we could see anything.

I had always heard that ghosts do not hang around a cemetery, who ever started that rumor is definitely wrong. I had pulled the car right up into the cemetery, still on the little road of course. We were outside leaning against the trunk of the car, I was drinking a Coke. My friend next to me hit me with his elbow, and said to me, “What is that?” I looked and moving through the cemetery right toward us was this gray colored mist, fog right, wrong it was about the size of a person, and there was no fog anywhere. We stood there frozen; it kept moving and went right passed us.

We should have left right then, but needless to say, we didn’t. We were still standing in the same spots, when we heard people talking, at first we thought someone else was there, wrong again. The voices kept getting closer until they sounded like they were right beside us, we could not see anyone. That’s when we decided we should leave. Now, the road was too small to turn the car around, so we had to drive through the cemetery. While driving through it we saw several of those gray mist shapes, I just kept driving. There used to be a church that sat on the cemetery property, it has since burnt down, when we drove past it the door opened, there was no one there.

Later I dated a girl that lived passed the cemetery; she told me that she always heard strange noises coming from there, especially the church.

I need you to realize that our house was not the only house on Childers Road to have problems. Our son used to go next door, to play with the next-door neighbor’s daughter.

While he was over there one time, they turned the lights off to watch TV. He said that it got very cold, and then they saw what looked like two red eyes looking at them. They turned the lights on real fast and the eyes went away.

Another time when he was over next door, he came home telling me that it had gotten very cold again. Then all of the sudden, it was as something jumped on his back; he had ran through the house screaming. He could feel whatever it was and feel the weight from it, but could not see anything. He swore to me that, that house had a demon in it.

Sometimes late at night you could hear their dog howling at something from inside their house.

We decided to move. So we moved into this house right across the street. It did not change anything. We would hear noises under the house, in the attic, even in the house. The water would turn on by itself. Lights would turn on or turn off.

Our son told us that he saw these little furry things running around the hall at night. He even told us that he could hear voices, but could not make out what they were saying.

Our son and some of his friends decided to use the Ouija Board, just to see what they could find out. The board would not work very well for anyone but me; I later found out that Ouija Boards do not work well for non-adults.

We were sitting at the kitchen table because it was round and easier to work off. When I ask if anyone was present, the board pointed to yes. When I asked their name, it pointed to the initials MB. When I asked if they had been there long, it said yes. I again asked their name, it only pointed to MB again. I asked if they were going to stay in this house, it said yes. It never would spell out its name, only the initials MB. It then stopped answering questions. Remember I said we were at the kitchen table, behind the table were three shelves; before we finished, several items on the shelves fell off into the floor.

Several months later, I ran into someone who knew me from work. They asked me where we were living for some reason. When I told them, they got this blank look on their face, she said her family used to live their. She proceeded to tell me that she had an aunt, MB; I’ll not say the name in case the family doesn’t want it known. When this aunt and her family lived in our house, the aunt just disappeared one night and was never seen or heard from again.

We continued to hear and see things until we moved from this house, but at least we think we know who it was.

When I was about six years old, we lived in a house that had been added on to many times, the front porch had been in-closed and made into the living room. On Saturday nights, we were aloud to stay up late and watch TV. The room that my older brothers and I slept in had an opening where a window was before the porch was built in; I always laid in bed and watched TV through that window.

My two brothers and my parents were sitting in the living room; we were all talking and watching TV. For some reason, I don’t know why I turned over, there in my door; just standing and staring at me was a man. I could just barely make him out, but it was a man, of course I screamed as loud as I could. My parents both ran into the room, followed by my brothers.

When I told them what I had seen, my mother laughed and told me not to worry, they had all seen him, that it was the ghost of a man who died in the doorway to that room. Telling me not to worry really didn’t help any; I crawled through the window and watched TV from the couch.

The aero medical group I work for recently opened a new base at Mercer County Airport in Bluefield, West Virginia. When not flying, the employees stay at the Base in a Hanger 24 hours a day. Many duties require the crew to be outside very late at night and in the early morning. Whenever I would do my duties, I would often feel chills going over my body for no apparent reason. I just reasoned the feeling away. Out of conversation among crew members, it was discovered that they had experienced similar feelings. Some reported the feeling of being watched. Others report hearing sounds of banging in the very early morning. Our crews are the only people at the base and airport at night.

The stories circulated amongst the employees. When a long time resident of the area, local Paramedic, and flight nurse reported a story about a horrific plane crash, which killed everyone on board. The members of the plane were very traumatically injured. It is also documented that a medical helicopter recently crashed near the airport.

I am not sure about ghosts or anything paranormal. I do know that I feel a sense of urgency when outside the hanger at night. I have also recently heard the banging that the other crew members spoke about. The local area we are located at is littered with tales of ghosts. Shawnee Park, one of the top ten scariest places on earth, was recently shown on a national cable television program and is a stones throw away. The feelings, sounds, chills, and experiences continue on a daily basis.

My aunt lives in a small HUD house in Valley Bend WV, I go to her house sometimes when I feel sad. My aunt finally told me she believes her house is haunted, the reason so because one night my Aunt was checking on her three little boys before bed. When she finally got comfortable, she heard this little child hollering for their mom, she answered what honey and nothing replied. She got back up went to the bedroom and all boys were sound asleep!

Another occurrence was when she was in the shower. She heard the same thing. She did not answer because she knew her sons were at school.

There is one more thing that happened to her that really scared her. Her husband left to go to the store. My aunt was in the bedroom napping when she awoke to a blue light floating in her closet. She just laid there and soon it was gone. Nothing has happened to her since but I asked my grandma and she said that the little child might have lost their mother in some sort of tragic way, but I do not know!

When I was little around six or seven we lived in a small house with three bedrooms and one bath. Every night in the summer, I would sleep with my mom because my room would be terribly hot! Every night when we were settled in and sleeping, we would hear a woman screaming through the open window. My dad would go out and investigate to find no sign of any human life! Either we had a good prankster or a ghost at the time I was hoping it was a prankster.

After we moved away, my brother’s friend moved in. He has had no encounters with the screaming woman!

I was nine when I walked to the end of my hallway I stopped suddenly in my tracks. I was just outside the living room when I saw this boy about 10-13 years of age who was in colonial dress. He was running out of the kitchen into the living room. He ran through the living room to the end by our windows and disappeared into thin air. He stared at me while he ran through the room. I was terrified. My cousins were living with us and two were in there room and the other was in the shower.

My mom was on her computer so I knew none of them could have done that. We live in a house that was built in 1991 on Civil War Winter Camp Grounds. I later told my mom she said she felt things run behind her in the kitchen as if to run into the living room and her friends say that they have seen figures run through the kitchen.

I am 11 know going on 12 and I feel he is still here as if he is my guardian angel. I am the only one who has seen him though. When my friend Stephanie who is a year older then I am and can sense when a ghost is present by getting tingles through out her body came over she got a tour being as she had never been here before got so many tingles in our basement that she had to come upstairs because she started feeling sick. Today, I share Stephanie’s story of our experience here with some of my friends.

We have seen a lot of things in pictures like orbs and other things that are hard to explain.

I was about 6 years old when this happened to me. It was a normal night and cold in the house that we stayed in, as usual.

Because I was so young, my mother allowed me to sleep with her in her bed. The way the master bedroom was set up, you could see directly into the bathroom from the bed. Even though I was young, I remember this as vividly as if it were to have happened yesterday. I was in the left side of the bed deep in sleep when a thump coming from the bathroom woke me up. I opened my eyes and at first did not see anything. I looked over to my mother who was still asleep and cuddled closer to her. As I started to doze off again something caught my attention from the corner of my eye, I snapped my head quickly towards the bathroom and saw a jagged movement of what looked like a human form crossing in front of the bathroom door.

It was odd because it was not a smooth movement from one side to the other, it was almost as if someone was hitting the play and pause button repeatedly on a VCR or something similar.

I was too scared to move so I stared into the bathroom watching this figure move back and forth repeatedly. It got to the point where I was trembling and because I had gotten so close to my mother, I had woken her up. She asked me if I was cold (she was still half-asleep). When I did not respond she woke up entirely and noticed my trance like stare into the bathroom.

Because I appeared to be so scared, she moved into the living room with me where we pulled out the sleeper sofa and there we spent the rest of the night. I never told her what happened until I was about 14 or 15, and by then she did not remember that night.