7.1.2007
Real-life Ghost stories
Over time, we at Mystical Blaze have gotten hundreds of submissions of paranormal occurrences by readers of this website. They are all fascinating, and as such, we have decided to devote a page to them. If you have a great true ghost story, we'd love to hear it - just email Blaze using the link below. If you have submitted in the past and we have not responded, please submit again, as we get spammed with thousands of bogus emails a week, and despite trying to be careful, we likely overlooked it. My apologies to those who have not gotten responses. We look forward to hearing from YOU!
From Ann 02/13/06 - Subject HAUNTING THE HAUNTED BEDROOM ( taken from an exorcists chronicles ) a book in preparation. This was indeed a strange case, a large house on Goodwins Rd. in the town of Kings Lynn, which is known to locals as the 'armpit of England', which is how it looks on the map. It was the home of third generation medium Shirley Pearce, and on occasion her mother would speak of her friend, the famous Helen Duncan who was imprisoned during W.W.II for accurately predicting the truth on British shipping losses. When our own government was lying to us about it. Shirley the present householder, would often tell of the house's previous occupant now long dead, a certain Mrs. Ambrose, who would walk the house and move things about, and be a general spirit nuisance. So accepted was this ghostly Mrs. Ambrose that Shirley would chat away to her on a regular basis, while doing her housework. The house was a regular drop-in point for all the local spiritualists for a chat, cup of tea and if you were lucky, a slice of her home made 'lucky cake' made from an old Scottish family recipe, whose secret formula she would never divulge. One day a knock on her door had brought several large policemen, who asked if they could use her small back bedroom to watch from the window, which overlooked a house frequented by the usual crowd of strange odd-bodds, the general unwashed socialist brigade, football obsessives, small time drug traffickers, and an estate agent type. When she exclaimed that this was the room of the dead Mrs. Ambrose, the policemen stifled back a laugh, however she agreed that one could stop over on a 'nightwatch.' All went well until a large new policeman arrived at her door and was a little dismissive when she told him it was the dead Mrs. Ambrose's bedroom, and not to upset her. Some time into the night a large shaken, upset and very white looking policeman emerged quickly from the room and blurted out that he had been watching in the dark from behind the curtains when he became aware of a deep rasping breathing just behind him in the dark, and was frightened he had angered the ghost of Mrs. Ambrose, so with his knees shaking and white in the face, he had rushed to ask about the scary breathing he heard in the room. Shirley the medium tried to pacify him without success, until finally she took him back into the room and showed him 'spot'. Spot was her large tabby cat who was often to be found sneaking in to any open bedroom to sleep on the bed, and he tended to have a loud snore. On learning that he had in fact been haunted by 'spot the tabby cat'. The large shaken policeman was not amused, and expressly forbad her to tell any of the other policemen, lest he would never live it down. But after some tea and 'lucky cake' he said he saw the funny side of things, but the moral of the story is always first to look for a rational explanation first. The good news was that 'spot the cat' became the hero of both the local spiritualist church, and the police station. T.Stokes copyright 2001 paranormal studies lecturer
From Chelle - 02/01/06 - Subject RED MIST History:I had always been a dreamer and recall vividly many of my dreams when I was 3-yrs-old. If dreams disturbed me, I'd call to wake up Mama and feel a presence keep me company until she got there. For me, the presence came in the form of a manly-leaf outside my window. I took the leaf to be happy until one evening, when I woke from a dream of my parents death. I cried out to Mama who did not come. I thought she was mad at me. I felt a familiar presence and looked behind me at my window. My leaf had become menacing with such a sinister expression almost one of chiding. I stuck my tongue out at it and remember screaming to it, " I don't like you! You are not my friend. Go away. Don't ever visit me again!" Mama never came that night and the leaf never visited me again. A few nights later, Mom and Dad were playing Mahjong with Ray and Fong Fu. Mom told them the story from her perspective. She heard me screaming and talking to someone. She woke and felt a very strong force covering her. She tried to clear her eyes because all she could see was the light from the hallway moving and covering her bed. That light was a red mist. She said that as she tried to wake my father, the red mist sucked her breath away and she was sure she was dying. (Nearly 14 years later, both my parents died, six months apart one on April 23rd of 75, the other on October 23rd of 75.) Ray and Fong Fu explained that the Chinese call what she experienced, "The Kiss of Death". They say she was visited by the spirit of death. This made them all sad as I recall. I write this to you folks because one of my friends and massage clients has told me that he was visited by a red mist last week in his living room. It wasn't going after him as it had my mother and father, nearly burying them where they had been sleeping. Instead, it patiently seemed to be observing him, began to change into something with more human-like qualities, then fled through the ceiling across the room. This coming Sunday, I'll be doing a massage to work out some hotspots in his upper body. I'm having sympathetic pains already, possibly heart or pulmonary related. Any advice how I should meditate to, find out the message of this appearance so that I can better treat my client? I've perused everything on the www that had red mist related apparitions and found no reference to the Chinese Ghost of Death.
From Gerard - 01/13/06 - Subject GHOST Hey I found your site in the search for what Ghosts exactly are. Let me tell you what I saw, I live with my mom in an house that was built in the 40's, in Hasbrouck Heights NJ. The house belonged to an old woman Mrs. Prudon and her husband was already dead when my family bought the house. My father had a heart attack and died 11 years later in a hospital in 1995. As I looked I saw a old man in his 60's-70's walk and then stop and turned his head in my direction, slowly and in a neutral emotional state. It didn't look mad, nor happy just neutral. As I looked at him I blinked as hard as I could and smacked my face to be sure I wasn't dreaming. I however felt like I was in another state but was fully conscious and even jumping and saying WTF many times. This old man stayed where it was for about 12 seconds until my friend who had walked downstairs walked right where it was standing and stopped in its place. (Now that made me jump, not so much the old ghost man, lol) I didn't hear the creaking of the staircase when someone walks down normally this time, and my friend did not even see the old man even though he was descending the stairs right in front of him. Very odd. No transparence, full color, white hair, wearing a suit, he kinda had a beard like Sean Connery today. Think he wore a bow tie, and his suit was either black or dark navy blue. Only light in the basement at the time was from a single 60-100W bulb and the man was right under it. It was gone when I had finally woken up. She could only distinguish it was male. I ran to her room and she told me she saw an old man staring at her, neutral look doing no harm. She was kinda tired looking when I saw her but she slept that night with her light on. In the morning she said she could have dreamt it but she remembers clearly opening her eyes. She had seen an old man with a white beard. A lot of his clock parts and specialty item parts are still in our basement. I have never seen a picture of Mr. Prudon, nor can say its him. Perhaps I saw something from the 1800's maybe as old as 1776. We had a George Washington escape route run through our town which was about 2 blocks from my house, but this old man was in a suit not any military gear. Gerard
From Laurie - 01/11/06 - Subject DIMENSIONAL PORTAL I believe I live in the vicinity of a portal/vortex. I live in Colchester (oldest recorded town, roman). Apparently the site I live on was a roman burial ground? And also a monastery!!!. I moved to my property in Jan 2003 and by June 2004, I started taking a real interest in psychic studies. My sensitivity increased and I became perceptive of spirits and spirit feelings. I believe I am also on a ley line which runs for several miles through my area parallel to an old roman dyke. The specific area is in an old converted 1800 house. (my neighbours). They have had mediums and ghost hunters evaluate their house as there was apparently poltergeist and spirit activity. I have taken pictures of the area and it does appear that there are orbs about. I also believe there is an old well beneath the car park. There are different spots in the house where it is consistently cold and the feeling is not normal. Whether geopathic stress is present , I am unaware, but the trees surrounding the area are very old and quite massive. My neighbours get a little too over excited about these things. Their 13 year old daughter moved out about 9 months ago and things quietened down (probably significant with poltergeist activity). It would be interesting to look into and investigate my domain and area. I don't know if you will find this interesting or not, just for your information. Sorry about the spelling, at work!!!!!. Cheers, Laurie.
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Real-life Ghost stories
A year or two ago I was downstairs (always creeped me out) and I was washing my face, I had a sudden urge to turn around an look in the hallway that just begins at the stairs.
The old man ghost looked as if he was a 100% human being standing their.
3 weeks ago my girlfriend woke up in the middle of the night and was poking me to wake up, he had seen a shadowy man pacing top to bottom of the side of my bed, starring at me.
3-4 days ago, I had trouble sleeping, but heard my mom wake up in fear saying, no..no..thats not right..this is not right and she flicked on her light.
Now this house was newly built for the Prudons maybe in the 30's-40's, Mr. Prudon had a huge workshop in the basement with he owned a specialty shop on our towns main street.
Let me know what you think.