Ghost of Lexington Apartment

My story is in my 2 bedroom Apt. Up in my apt. you can hear crying,laughs,and moans sometimes, see lights turn off and on, books fly to the other side of the room and my mom's T.V. come on, with little girl inprint on her bed.  Also you see shadows of a man, a woman, and a little 9 or 10 year old. My friends never go up to my house because of the ghosts. I'm used to them now. I still hate to go through the hallway alone becuase they always watch me, I can tell. Though I have never seen them, I know the history about a girl hit by a car about 15 years before I came to live here in 1996. The parents so sad died soon after. That is my true story  about my house.

The Boy I was about 11 years old, and my friend, Amy, was 10. There was a small old house, which looked like it had be half-burnt down. On a tree near by, a swing was tied. And we thought someone was swinging on it, like a boy. We ran over there, and noticed there wasn't even a swing at all! We climbed the fence, and noticed that the doorway had caved in. There was a hole in the back, so we climed through. The house had a fireplace and mostly everything was burned. There were old pictures and stuff, then my friends started saying these things about this kid dying in this house or something. All of a sudden I fell through the floor boards, and I saw the boy! He just started running, and disappeared. Then I noticed a hole, patched up. I realized his soul was trapped down there from the fire, and his soul couldn't leave the house. As we left the house, my friend didn't remember saying any of those things. Alexa-The weird I have had many experiences with ghosts and paranormal stuff, but not while I was alone, always with Alexa. Never with other family or friends, always with Alexa. I have known Alexa since I can remember when they built the house. I remember hearing noises, and I would ask my mom," What are they doing?" My mom told me they were building a house. I met Alexa for the first time on her 3rd birthday. She was sorta always hyper, yet caucious, always looking behind her shoulder like someone was there. But of course, there never was. As we got older we played together more, and Alexa became more cautious then I could remember. Things didn't really start getting weird until her 9th birthday. She was still awake when everyone else was asleep. She woke me up claiming she heard a noise at the window. Then she said she thought she saw a ghostly figure outside. I was like," There is nothing out there go to sleep." So she did, but I saw she was restless and panting. Like she was having some sort of bad dream. When I asked her if she had a nightmare, she replied no. Then around when she was 10, and I was 9 we would hang at her house in a fort/tent thing every friday. We both thought we saw a boy, and motioned for us to follow him, and started running. I turned to Alexa and she looked dazed. Then I turned back and the boy was gone. So we decided to go over there and see if we could find the boy. Alexa was still sort of dazed, thats when we heard like a baby cry, and we turned but no one was there. Then Alexa turned and started walking another way. I was like," Alexa lets go find the boy!" "No, we are going to go dig," She replied. I followed her and she told me to start digging in her backyard. Then, my mom called and wanted me to come home. She also stopped digging. One day was when there was a small river-like thing in her backyard. we started walking down it, and she asked, "do you see that 'thing' behind me? It's white and glowing" I looked and saw nothing. Then we both heard a little girls voice say," Have you seen my sissy?" Then we heard the baby cry again and the little girl cried out," Sissy!!!" Alexa then screamed and fell to the floor. One incident I still can't explain. We were sitting on a rock pile when Alexa went and wrapped herself in a sheet and started walking around saying weird stuff about this thing called a Tulpa or whatever...then she fainted and didn't remember saying any of that stuff, and wondered why she was wearing a sheet. Then at we climbed the rock pile she said," look its a picture of me from last year!" I said the tulpa must want it, and she agreed, but I was only joking. Then she tripped and her shoes fell off, and her jacket too. Then she screamed and I came running, It was almost like someone was trying to undress her. Finally we went inside. We sent messages out the window the the "Tulpas" or ghosts or whatever. Then we heard this whistling sound which sounded like words! One was a deep, dark mans voice saying "get off now" repeatedly. The next thing happened just last winter, we were both 11. It had just snowed last night, and we were both up at like 6 in the morning (now with this story, keep in mind me and Alexa are the only ones who live in this area). We went out and saw footprints circling the house. Then leading down her driveway, and into the woods! We started following these big, deep footprints and they seem to get further and further apart, and the last one stopped at this old house! It must have been like 200 years old. We wanted to explore but when we took our first step into the house, we heard a loud moan and ran out. It could have been just loose floor boards...but me and Alexa still doubt that. She is now 12...and has just confronted me that ever since she can remember being in this house,she has always felt like she is being watched no matter where she is in the house. And at night, she thinks she see ghostly figures out of the corner of her eye, but when she turns, they are gone. She also hears things that no one else does, like creaks and stomps. She is afraid to go to sleep at night. To make this story even weirder, we know no one has died in her house, because this house was built for them, so they were the first and only people living in it. She thinks her house was built on a graveyard, but she has no way of proving that, and when she asks her parents, they tell her she's nuts, because her parents refuse to believe any of the paranormal things that have happened to her, and us. These things never happen to me while I'm alone, only with Alexa. I think Alexa has some strong connective like with the paranormal side...which is why most people think of her as weird. Please, if anyone can help me on how to find out if her house was built on an old graveyard please e-mail her by clicking this link: Alexa The Ghosts in My House I have lived in the same town and same house my whole life. I am now 17, going to be 18 soon and can remember everything having to deal with the paranormal in my house perfectly. Although some of it I would rather forget, it's all very clear in my mind. The earliest incident I can remember is when I was about 7. I always played in my backyard near our apple tree, which was surrounded by a bunch of other trees. I would sit up in the apple tree eating the apples and just making up stories in my head. One day, as I was sitting outside making up stories, one peculiar one came into mind. Most of the stories I made up were in first person since I was only 7. Even if I was telling myself a story about the apple tree, I would pretend I was the tree and tell my story. Also, my sentences were choppy like most 7 year olds sentences are. Except this one was very grammatically correct in every sense, as my mother later told me. This one was in first person as well, but it flowed too well for a story thought up by a 7 year old. After I thought about it, I ran inside and asked my mom to help me write it down, as I did with most of my stories that I made up. As I recited the story of the man that I came up with, my mom got a blank look on her face. She wondered why I made up the story I did. It pretty much consisted of a man who got married, but was never faithful to his wife. They had an extravagant wedding, yet it meant nothing to him. He killed people and sold drugs out of their house. He treated his wife horribly and would never let her have kids. So she decided to divorce him and start a new life with a new husband. He couldn't care, he went on selling drugs and killing people who stiffed him of his money. His ex-wife buried their wedding cake topper and wedding dress beneath an apple tree in the backyard of her new home. Right at the roots. This caused half of the trees bounty of apples to go sour and never be good, while the other half were always ripe and delicious. The story I thought up was the story of her and her ex-husband before she met my father. She then took me outside and dug up her dress and cake topper. Right from the side of the tree where the apples had always gone bad. She then took me back inside and told me about the story and how it was her story. When I was about 10, I sat inside of my room one day drawing a picture. It was a picture of a little baby who had her eyes shut. She had pale skin and wasn't dressed up in a tiny fancy dress. I drew her inside of a box. And above the box I had apparently written "I love you mom and Eileen." Eileen is my mom's name. So I wondered why I had written I love you mom AND EILEEN since she is my mom. I ran to her room with the picture and asked her what would make me do it. Why I absent mindedly wrote her twice on the picture. She got tears in her eyes and showed the picture to my grandmother, who we live with and she started to cry too. Then my mom turned the paper over. On the back, scrawled in what looked like chicken scratch was the name Maureen. I was later told that I had drawn a picture of what resembled a dead baby and that my mom had a sister who was a still born. And she was going to be named Maureen. Another incident that really sticks out in my mind is something that happened in October of 1999. My sister, our friend Lisa, my boyfriend and I were sitting in our living room talking about books for High School when our conversation took a turn for the paranormal side of life. We started discussing things that have gone on in our house and things that my boyfriend has experienced. After about a half hour of this talk, we all got really quiet and my boyfriend just started crying hysterically. He had seen an apparition in the window of our backdoor that looked exactly like one of his first girlfriends who had been murdered while they were dating. She had smiled at him and beckoned him to come outside to talk with her, but then a sinister face appeared and a hand slammed against the window. A chill covered us on the couch and I felt the presence of more than one ghost. My sister sensed at least 7 standing around us. Helpful spirits, not harmful ones. For the kind ones are inside of our house and the evil ones are banished to the outside from a protection spell my sister casted. My sister then went into the bathroom to wash glue off of her hands and looked into the mirror. Her eyes weren't the normal dark brown they always are. They were bright purple and it looked like the purple area of her eyes was swirling around. She left and decided it was time to find out what this activity was all about. She went upstairs, taking my boyfriend with her, and got her ouija board and headed right downstairs. My boyfriend, sister, and Lisa had all gotten paged at the same time with 666-666-666-666-666-666-666-666-666. It wasn't any of us, and it couldn't have been anyone we knew since we don't know anyone who knew all of their pager numbers and could have paged them and had the pages sent through at the same time. Jarrod, my boyfriend, and my sister weren't upstairs long enough to have done it, and my phone and my sister's phones were both downstairs at the time. I didn't have a pager so I didn't receive any mysterious pages. But right after they deleted the messages, they got the pages again and my sister's phone and mine rang at the same exact time *we have our own phone lines*, 6 times exactly. Both of our phones, when not answered, stop ringing after 3 times because of our answering machines. Then the ringing stopped, started again, stopped, and it happened a 3rd time. We worked the ouija board and found out that to our disliking, a former fiancée of my sister's was using harmful spirits against us, trying to get them into our house was a hard thing for him to do, so they contacted us from outside sources. IE Pagers, phones, etc. A final incident that I will share happened one night when I was online in a voice chat. My friends on the voice chat can read people's houses to find out about the spirits that dwell there. I was talking to my friend, Moe, when he said there was a spirit present in someone's room at that time, since two other people were talking. He said it was someone's great grandmother who's first name began with an E and last name began with a C. He also detected an L in the name. My great grandmother's name was Eva Lynne Correrri. He also said that she had peppermint sticks, the older style, the mint dipped in chocolate. And it was kept in a red can on the kitchen table. You've probably already guessed this, but my great grandmother always had peppermint sticks handy since I loved them so much. I told Moe all of this, and she had a message for me. A cup of liquid was near my schoolwork and would fall over if I didn't move it. I ran downstairs to my dining room where I did all of my school work and found a cup of soda dangerously close to the edge of the table above my schoolbag. Inside of it was my English paper and the disk I had it saved to, which I had spent 3 hours working on it. It counted for half of my grade in English that semester and if I hadn't gotten the message, I would have had to start over from scratch again, not knowing what I had written for my rough draft was also in my book bag. So, once again, only helpful spirits dwell inside of my house. The bad ones stay outside and don't step foot inside these walls. And even though I know this, I still get a little startled every now and again when I sense a spirit out of nowhere or hear something odd. My True Ghost Story Every night when I was up late at night in my bed at my old house I would here someone breathing right beside me then I would here someone walking around in the kitchen and then it would come to my door and then it would stop instantly. On one incident I was in the basement playing Nintendo 64 when a heavy crate on a shelf flew half way across the room (about 2 and a half meters). On another incident my friend was sleeping over and when he woke up in the middle of the night and saw a misty figure of a ghost go into the attic in my room. All these incidents are true and witnessed by others I just moved into a new house I am still looking for ghosts. from matt levesque Ghost Stories Page 15 Or, BACK TO