My friend Melanie and I went out driving one day in Lewisburg, West Virginia. We went by the Confederate Cemetery. It was in September 2001 and for some reasons unknown to me, there were Confederate Flags aligning the the big cross, which is a mass grave of about 95 Confederate Soldiers.

Melanie being the typical rebel gal decided to steal one of those flags (A Really bad idea!). When she got back in her car I went off on her and made her take it back. It gave me the creeps disturbing anything in a grave yard. We returned back to our home in an apartment complex in White Sulphur Springs. That was the day Melanie awoke something at our complex.

Our complex sits on a Battle Field of the Civil war. Melanie was in apartment 16 and I was down the side walk 8 dwellings away.

It was about 10pm that night when I heard the blood curdling screams and saw the naked wet Melanie running down the side walk. She had been in the tub and something started scratching her. She had blood red marks all over her legs arms and back. She had to finish her shower at my apartment. I being the brave one went to get her some clothes and I saw the bath water still there with her blood in it. The room had a nasty smell in it like old hamburger. It was awfully cold and the outdoors it was still steamy due to the fact we were having an Indian Summer.

Over the next 4 months many things happened. Her bathroom commode would flush on it’s own. Things moved and reappeared. Things were never the same after that.

It was a couple of months ago, my friend Sarah and I were exploring a grave yard near Sarah’s house. We looked around and saw only graves. Then my friend looked at a cross-shaped grave and saw an old lady. She then told me that there was an old lady and to keep are voices down. I looked and saw no lady. We argued for a couple of seconds and Sarah said the lady was still standing there.

We looked at each other then looked at the grave. There was no one there, my friend then said how could it be, she was there a second ago? We looked at the grave and ran up to it. It read Jane on it. We screamed and ran back to Sarah’s house and didn’t go there anymore.

It was October 31, 2001; Alley my 4yr old was dressed as a cat. Destiny Rose, my 2yr old was dressed as a pink Devil, or Debil as she said. Austin, Melanie’s 3yr old boy was Scooby Doo. That night all three kids got enough candy for an Army.

I took the girls stash and froze some. Put some away for birthday parties. And, of course I let them devour some, as I did too. Melanie being a chocolate connoisseur from way back, did even better than I did. She divided the chocolate and the other junk. When going for a Snickers mini, she didn’t want to be bothered with a Bottle Cap sour or a Pixie Stick.

The next day me and my girls came by and Melanie was in a panic. The chocolate was gone. The jack-o-lantern was empty. Well I figured Melanie was lying. I felt that way until that weekend when she and I made four-dozen no-bake cookies. We put them in an ice cream bucket to store them. We went to Hardee’s with all 3 kids for about an hour came back and the bucket was on the counter were we left it. It was completely empty. I apologized to Melanie that night.

My aunt used to live in a house in Elkins, West Virginia. She has three sons, the oldest son is 10, the youngest two are a set of 8 year old twins. Well one night my aunt was laying in bed and all of the sudden she heard a young boy yell “mom!”. Thinking it was one of her sons she got up went checked both bedrooms and found all three of her sons were fast asleep.

A couple minutes later she heard footsteps running in the hallway. She thought it was her cat, but no cat could make such big loud footsteps. It sounded like a person a little person running through her house! A couple nights later she was in bed and saw a blue light about 12 inches long it just hovered there.

Another occurrence happened, I think this is the last one. My aunt was in the hallway and she saw the shadow of a man, he was about 5 feet tall and the shadow just stood there. Well it could not have been her husband because he was at work, and her sons were all at school, she was all alone in the house that day until about 3:30pm.

So is her house or not? You tell me!

About a year after my parent’s got divorced my dad Thomas Bolinger ll “Tom Bolinger” was renting a house near the town bank. One night my mom had my sister and me staying there for the weekend. The last night we were staying there something very disturbing happened.

The only people in the house were my sister, Dad, and me. My dad was already asleep and it was about 1:00 A.M. when my sister and I heard a loud noise from upstairs. It sounded like something slamming against the closet upstairs but there was nothing up there, my dad had just moved in.

As soon as we heard the noise we went quiet. We started hearing a noise like something coming down the stairs so we just sat still so whatever it was wouldn’t see us. When the noise stopped at the foot of the stairs I saw a white figure quickly appear and disappear.

We think it might have something to do with the buried cellar under the house. It had a covering over the old entrance in the kitchen floor. I dare not go back near that house ever again.

If you’ve ever been to the Hilltop House Hotel in Harpers Ferry you probably thought it was haunted. If you ever worked at the Hilltop House, you knew it was haunted. There were stories from employees and guests. We even had strange things show up on the surveillance video.

I worked on the desk, as the night auditor several years ago and then the desk manager more recently. So I had the opportunity to work the 11pm-7am shifts when need be. I didn’t mind. There was plenty of time to get things done. One night I was working 11-7 to cover for someone. I had a lot of paper work to do that night and thought I’d have some peace. About 2:00am, I heard a sound in the large dining room like chairs being thrown across the room. I went in and looked around and nothing was disturbed. Therefore, I went back to my work. About 45 min later, I heard the sound again. Again I looked. Again, nothing was disturbed. This time though I took my camera that I always took in with me when I worked over night. I took some shots and got a couple of orbs.

Over the next hour, I heard what sounded like chairs scraping on the floor off and on. The floors are wood in that room and it was set up with multiple large tables of eight. No chairs were pulled out from any tables in the room. At about 4:30 am I went into the waitress pantry, which opens into the large dining room to make coffee. I had just ground the coffee beans and turned to put the coffee on and standing in the doorway to the pantry was a man. He was about 5’9″ tall, red wavy shoulder length hair, red full beard, mustache, full face,(nice looking face) blue/gray eyes, stocky but not fat, gray tunic like jacket with shiny brass buttons, gray pants with rough looking fabric, black boots. He looked at me, I looked at him for several seconds, and then he disappeared. I can still see his face as plan as day and would know it if I were to ever see it again.

My Grandpa Thomas A Bolinger Sr. was in the army in the sixty’s but eventually came down with and died from pneumonia when my dad was about nine years old. Since he died there have been several supernatural accounts with him.

In 1975 my mom Wanda Vandyke was laying on our couch at home by herself and she felt a breathing sensation on her shoulder. When my dad returned home later from work she told him of what had happened. His only response was that it was probably his dad.

Many years later in 1997 my sister Sheena was asleep on the couch at my grandmother’s house and woke up to knocking on the sliding door late at night. When she went to see who was there she saw our grandfather “Skip” standing at the door.

Then later that same year I had my experience with him. While my dad and I were going into town I looked over on the hill were my grandpa was buried and I saw him standing over his grave just staring into my eyes as if he knew what I was thinking.

Almost everyone I meet believes this because I’m not the kind of person to lie about these kinds of things.

This story did not happen to me but to my father. Back when my father was in his late teens he used to work at the Civic Center in Kingwood as a janitor. One night after a dance, my father and his friend had to buff and wax the floor. Since buffing and waxing the floor was a 2-step process they decided to catch up on some sleep while the floor dried.

This story takes place around 2 in the morning so it is very dark out and no one else is in the Civic Center. After locking all the doors and turning off the lights, they finally got to lay down.

When they were about to fall asleep, they heard footsteps coming from the bleachers as if someone was walking across them. The bleachers were all pushed in. The only place where someone could be walking was over 12 feet high. My father jumped up and turned on a small light that allowed them to see the top of the bleachers and no one was there. They checked all the doors and no one had entered the building nor left since they had locked them. My father is now 43 and he still believes he heard a ghost.

There have been other encounters in the Civic Center that I heard about, so I believe it is truly haunted.

My son and I were coon hunting in the Fort Gay area of Wayne Co. On this night we had a pretty good young 14 month old Red Bone hound with us. He had treed 2 nice coons and we were getting ready to leave for home.

We called for the dog and he was coming in but when he was about 30 or 40 yards out he opened on another track. But when he made the strike it was not right. My son said that bark did not sound right and I agreed. Bill (the dog’s name) was not known as a dog to run anything but coon. So I was not too concerned about the bark not sounding right.

Bill took off running after that thing, the chase lasted 2 maybe 3 minutes. When he sounded his location bark and started his chop bark we started for what we thought was the tree. He ran that track maybe 200 or so yards. All of a sudden he changed his bark and now he seemed to be barking into a hole.

When we got to him we found him in a country graveyard. And he was digging on a grave and eating the dirt from it. Well we got him, put the lead on him and walked him back to the truck.

Before this night I had always heard this land we were on was haunted but I never felt it was until that night. Now the name on that grave I will not tell because this story is true. But I will tell you that I knew the man before he died.