This happened around four months ago in Vancouver, B.C Canada. It was around midnight, my mother was sleeping and my dad was out working. As usual, it was me laying back on my bed with my big dopey labrador, Smeagle. 

There has always been a paranormal element in my family. My mother had a rather horrifying experience in her youth, and I’d been feeling presences and seeing things since a young age. It had never really scared me since the figures I’d seen had not been threatening; they shocked me at first, but now I’d grown used to it. I’d only asked them to give me a sign that they were there first, as to avoid fear. 

Anyway, so I was watching TV and trying to sleep when I heard footsteps downstairs. It took me two seconds to break it down in my mind; there was no clanging or the garage door opening signaling the return of my dad, or the front door opening, or my mother’s door. It was a spirit, most likely. I sat still and just closed my eyes to sleep, ignoring the uneasy feeling in my chest at first. 

But it kept going. Across the hardwood floor- clump, clump, clump. I opened my eyes and the first thing I noticed- with a jolt- is that my usual dopey, laid back dog was standing on my bed and staring at my door with a laser-like focus. His hackles were raised, head low. He looked like he wanted to growl but couldn’t. His tail was up. I sat up and he paid no attention to me as the footsteps continued. Something wasn’t right….

A warm, hot feeling of fear washed over my body. I hadn’t felt that until my first experience with the paranormal. I felt unhinged- like it could be in my room. But then the footsteps got harder and weaved around my house.

I looked at the alarm clock sitting next to my bed. One A.M. The footsteps moved to the living room- slowly. Two A.M. The thing moved through the bottom floor of the house- then the clumps of the footsteps softened. 

I looked at my dog to see he’d changed again. He was laying down at my side, whimpering loudly. The footsteps were coming up the stairs, closer now. It had been three hours and it had felt like three minutes- what had come over me!? I force my jelly-legged body to stand up and I grab the doorknob. Yes, it was winter, but that doorknob was icy. I turned the doorknob- there was a step outside the door. 

No fear… I swing the door open and look at a dark, pitch-black figure and can’t shout. Its like my voice was taken away. Then my mother opened her door and saw the figure too, which fell away at her gaze. She turned to me and hugged me closely, then we went and slept in her room with Smeagle. 

The figure’s activity has grown more active, but we still live in the house. We believe it to be a poltergeist.


Kat  submitted:


This is a true story and happened in Arizona, El Mirage. Well I babysat three children my Brothers friend G who was 12 at the time, his 5 year old Brother A, and the 3/4 year old girl M I noticed weird little things like M would go off by herself and talk to thin air or hide in the closet from her “Friend” I thought you know maybe this is normal kid stuff. One night I was going up the stiars and something pushed my back making me fall forward I turned around thinking it was one of the kids nope no one was there. I got uneasy feeling because the Mom had told me a few times weird things kept happening around house.

I went back down stairs and their heavy glass table that I could barely move had been moved all kids were upstairs I got scared and checked all doors and windows everything was locked. They all were asleep so I was alone and was there until a little after 2 a.m I was sitting on couch reading and I kept feeling like someone was walking around behind me where the back door was I turned around thinking it was a kid and said go back to bed and no one was there so I moved to other couch with their dog after a few mins it felt very cold and like someone was watching me their dog started crying and sat up and was looking around I kept seeing things move out of corner of my eye and finally they came home I was happy to leave and a few weeks went by and they went out of town and I was with my friend, Brother, and his friend.

I maybe older but, we all were very close. Well the lights in the house kept turning on and off and we saw a little girl running around house and she kept going into Ms room and turning the lights on and off no one was there period. We all watched for maybe 5 mins and got scared and went into Brothers friends house. When they got home things were moved around in house and everything was locked. Needless to say I never babysat again. They moved and the house has been set on fire. No one knows how or who set it on fire. I think it was whatever is in the house and it is mad and sad they’re gone. I hope whoever moves in there next is ready to play.

The Witches of Liverpool

the witches of liverpool

It has been documented that poltergeist activity often centers around girls and young women. For some reason, their particular energy stimulates this psychic phenomenon. And when a houseful of women are gathered, it’s possible that their combined energy can produce some remarkable poltergeist psychokinesis. At least, that’s one theory. Or was it some kind of spirit activity that plagued Jennifer, her two sisters, and their mother? This is Jennifer’s story.

My father and grandfather both died in 1967 when I was four years old, leaving my mum with three girls under 13 to raise. We had a traditional residual haunting by my grandfather for many years after that, so I grew up in a “haunted house” in suburban Liverpool, NSW, Australia. We had both full-bodied apparitions and noises as experienced by us, friends, and neighbours (so we didn’t feel too crazy!), but it wasn’t until all of us girls had matured and I finally entered my teen years that we then moved into poltergeist activity as well.

My sisters and I now all live in different states, but I’ve concluded that we’re a bit like the Witches of Eastwick, and every time we three live under the same roof, trouble follows. The haunting peaked when we were younger, but when my much older sisters returned home from failed marriages and we were all together again… we weren’t disappointed. Furniture moved rearranged itself and things fell without cause – the “usual” poltergeist activity.


This activity peaked one night in 1977 when my eldest sister and my mum stayed up late to have a talk. Our house was built up high and ended in full-length French windows that overlooked the yard. One of the windows was a door that led to some steps down into the yard. As they sat at the dining room table talking, my elder sister, Wendy, heard something at the glass. Mum thought it may have been moths or something hitting the glass, so she drew the curtains.

Not long after that there was a loud bang. They got up and opened the curtains and had a look around, but there wasn’t anything to be seen. When they sat back down, there were more bangs on the glass and Mum told Wendy it was just kids and to ignore it. Wendy begged Mum to call her boyfriend to come over (we were a house full of women and children), but Mum looked at the bottle of whisky they’d been drinking and thought he’d make fun of them for being drunk! So she refused.

The bangs got worse and worse until they stopped, suddenly. Then there was noise in the driveway that ran down the side of the house. My mother described it as a swoosh, like when you flick a long baton or cane rod through the air, and then an impact on the foundations of the house. The women could feel the floor shake every time it hit. Mum said it was heavy like a chain being swung through the air. It passed around a heavily gated corner without pause and started along the brick work under the French windows. Neither dared look through the curtains. Mum climbed in the kitchen sink trying to look down through the window at what was going on, but it was too dark. The sound travelled along the back of the house, even changing tone when it moved from the brickwork of the foundation to the cement steps of the laundry door. They could hear it going toward the far end of the house.

All Mum could think was, “I cannot let this go all the way around the house.” So she ran out the front door, across the front lawn, and down the other side of the house to meet it. Our front lawn has prickles and Mum didn’t feel any of them in her bare feet! But now Wendy was screaming, so Mum ran back in again. Wendy was now across the other side of the house on the lounge, absolutely terrified. She told Mum that as soon as she left, the noise had doubled back and reasserted its attentions at the windows. Then, just as mysteriously as it had started, it stopped.

In the morning, there was dirt caking the back of the house. That was what had been hitting the house, but there was no source in our yard or neighbouring yards for this particular kind of caked clay dirt.

Little did we know this was only the first of three nights of this kind of activity.


The second event, a week later, took place when I was alone in the house. I had just got out of the shower when I heard the first bang. I was now 14 and I knew what it was. The poltergeist had returned. I made sure the curtains were closed and the back doors were locked; I tried to turn the TV up, but this was just too loud. I really started to get distressed and upset, and I started to pray.

Suddenly the phone rang. Uncharacteristically, Mum had felt like checking up on me, and I told her the ghost was there and to get home ASAP! As I hung up, my middle sister, Kerry, also had the same intuition to call, and I told her the same. Kerry got home first and put me to bed. The commotion was still going on in the backyard when my sister ran out and started abusing “it”. I was just worried that the neighbours would complain about the bad language!

Then I heard something at my bedroom window… trying to get in! It sounded like scratching and seemed that it was trying to open the wooden sashes. I couldn’t believe it and called to my sister. At the time she told me nothing was there and to calm down. It took her another 15 years for her to admit there was something at my window. She could see it, but she couldn’t tell that to a hysterical 14-year-old girl at the time.

Soon my Mum and her boyfriend were also home, the attack had stopped, and we all settled down.


A week later, we were all together watching TV when we heard the first bang. We waited for Mum’s boyfriend to react (because he thought we were a little crazy), so we felt a bit better when he heard it too. This time, however, there was safety in numbers and we weren’t afraid, just intrigued.

We all went down the stairs and searched the yard, though my two dogs snarled and barked at the top of the steps and refused to enter the yard. We all came back in the house and…bang! This activity was getting a bit boring now, and only Kerry and I stayed to watch it; everyone else had gone back to watching TV.

I noted that the dirt would appear out of the darkness into the light generated by the house. Even though our house was built up, the dirt came in a straight line, which seemed odd: for kids to be able to throw dirt in a straight line at these windows, they would have had to be 20 feet off the ground somewhere directly in line with these windows! As the dirt wasn’t the kind from ours or neighbouring yards, if it was kids, they were bringing their own dirt with them!

I knew the dogs in the neighbouring yards were outdoor dogs, and not particularly nice, and I certainly wouldn’t have been going through there in the dark. Also, when the dirt was peaking, it was hitting every second or two at times. How fast were these “kids”?

During an experiment (which scared my mother to half to death!) I had proved it was possible to throw dirt at the window, but for any accuracy you had to be close enough to be seen in the backyard lights, and we couldn’t see anyone within throwing distance because the area was illuminated.

Kerry and I pulled the curtains and went back to watching TV as well. The “thing” never came back… but that was the only time I was really scared of our ghost. 

So, It was the end of 2009, going into the beginning of 2010. We were renting a home at the time, and it was nearing christmas when the landlord decided they wanted to sell the house, meaning we would have to find a new one. It didn’t help matters that we also had a trip planned to Hawaii in a few days, but we ended up moving into our new house. It was a really nice, new, two story house in a really nice neighborhood, so everything seemed fine. We moved our stuff in, and then left for ten days to Hawaii. During that time, we had a friend watching over the house. When we arrived back home from our trip, this friend notified us of some strange things. That the alarm clock in my parents room would turn itself off every night. That the chair in my bedroom was found rolled away from the desk, and that my parents walk in closet was very cold. We didn’t pay it much mind, but it did freak us out a bit. Over the next few months, a lot of scary stuff began to happen. Of which, for some reason, only my dad, one of my friends, and I noticed. My mom didn’t hear it, and neither did my brother. I recall a night where I heard noises coming from the bathroom across the hall from my bedroom. It sounded like someone was opening and closing all the drawers repeatedly. I went to open my door, and as I reached for the nob, I heard a bang that made me feel whatever it was didn’t want me to leave the room, so I just ignored it. There were nights where my friend and I could hear banging noises downstairs. Not just typical banging. It sounded like someone was knocking over the huge cabinet in the dining room onto the wooden floor. It was SO loud. You could almost feel the vibration running through the walls. My dad told me he heard scratching on the ceiling above the living room, like something was trying to get through to my bedroom, which was above the living room. He and I could also hear footsteps on the downstairs floor, and going up and down the stairs. No harm was ever done to anyone in the house. It was just creepy enough to keep us all up at night. My mother, and little brother still don’t believe us to this day. They never heard a single thing. And I don’t understand how, because every night, it was so unreasonably loud.