Alicia retold by S.E. Schlosser

Alicia retold by S.E. Schlosser


A Montana Ghost Story from Kalispell

retold by S.E. Schlosser

It was the sound of laughter and children’s voices that caught my attention.  Curious, I materialized in my old bedroom and went out into the hallway to peer over the railing by the grand staircase.  The voices had come from the Great Hall, where the house tours gathered.  Yes, there were two children scampering about, to the distraction of their parents.  An older boy and a tousled haired little toddler who reminded me of my own daughter at that age.
“No, no Alicia.  Don’t touch,” her mother agonized at the little girl flung herself onto a rocker by the fireplace.
Alicia.  No wonder I had felt compelled to return.  There was an Alicia in this house again.  How appropriate.  There had been an Alicia in every generation of our family from the 1600s to the present.  We’d called my little Alicia “Timmie”, I reminisced.
The tour began, and I followed them eagerly, floating down the stairs and hovering in the grandmother’s hallway.  Little Alicia was swung up into her father’s arms as the group moved into the library next door.  Looking over his shoulder, the tousle-haired youngster saw me.  She lifted her hand to me.  “Hi!”  she piped.
“Hi back,” I returned solemnly.  Her father glanced vaguely around, but did not see who his child was addressing.  I grinned conspiratorially at the little toddler and winked.  She tried to wink back, blinking her blue eyes several times in rapid succession, her face crinkling with the effort.  I chuckled softly and followed the group into the dining room.
I swished passed Alicia’s mother and went through the butler’s pantry into the kitchen.  Behind me, Alicia’s mother shivered and asked: “Is there a draft in here?”   I looked at the picture of my little Timmie on the back of the stove.  Yes, this little Alicia resembled her.  I perched myself on a table in the corner of the room and listened as the tour guide discussed Father’s obsession with southern biscuits and showed everyone the huge bin of coffee.  Alicia waved a hand at me from her father’s shoulder.  “Lady,” she said very clearly to her mother, pointing at me.  Her mother looked straight at me, seeing nothing but the table.  Alicia’s brother turned my way and squinted very hard, as if he might be able to make out my outline if he stared hard enough.  I smiled at him.
I floated up and up through the ceiling then and settled myself in the little toy room on the upper landing, waiting for Alicia to come upstairs.  I heard her little voice insisting that her father put her “down”.  Then the sound of little feet chugging mightily as she climbed the steps.  With a smile, the woman looking into the toy room moved aside so Alicia and her brother could take a look.  I couldn’t resist.  “Peek-a-boo!” I called, appearing suddenly around the doorway.  Alicia laughed in delight.  “Peek-boo!” she giggled, hiding her eyes behind her hands.  Obediently, her big brother did the same.  He obviously loved this tiny moppet.
“Come on Peek-a-Boo,” Alicia’s father said indulgently, picking her up again and taking her with him up to the second floor hallway.  I went to stand by the grand staircase again, watching the tourists move in and out of the guest rooms.  Alicia waved to me as they entered my room, then around to my parents bedroom and out past the bath to the game room.  Father had loved playing billiards with his guests, I mused with a smile, touching one of the balls with the tip of my finger.  Beside me, the tour guide was telling the visitors about our buffalo herd.  Father had been very worried about the bison.  So many of them were being killed.  So he bought a herd and they roamed the roads and byways around Kalispell freely all their lives.    After the head male died of old age, Father had his head stuffed by my uncle, and his head still hung in the game room.
I floated up to the third floor and sat in one of the wicker chairs as the guide took the guests around to the sewing room, father’s private hideaway, the laundry room, our game room.  Alicia ran all around, laughing and stomping her little feet in her cunning sneakers.  She flung herself into my lap and we stared happily at one another, giggling together, until her mother came running.        “No, no Alicia.  Mustn’t touch.”
The tour was nearly over.  The group gathered in the back hallway – the Grandmothers hallway – for one last bit of history.  The guide showed them the ‘secret’ hiding places in the wall and showed them a note I’d written to my grandmother many years ago.  Then they were saying goodbye, and Alicia waved her little hand to me as her parents exited through the door of the gift shop.
“Goodbye Alicia,” I called as her brother walked right through me.  That felt strange to me, but worse for him I think.  He turned pale and shivered.  Then made a bolt for the door.
“Bye-bye,” Alicia called back to me as her brother pushed his father aside and fled out the screen door and down the steps to the drive.
“That place is creepy,” he told his mother as they walked together into the garden.  ‘I think it’s haunted!”
Haunted, I thought, amused.  By happy memories, certainly.  And perhaps occasionally by something else!  I leaned out the window and waved once more to little Alicia, though the toddler didn’t see me.  Then I vanished.





The Crash That Should Have Killed Me By FFBlackWidow

The Crash That Should Have Killed Me By FFBlackWidow

The Crash That Should Have Killed Me

So to start out with I had lost my great grandmother when I was 5 and have been able to feel her with me ever since. My little sister (who can see and speak to spirits) says that my grammy is still with me and my grandfather to this day. In 2011 when I was almost a junior at Highland high I lost a really good friend of mine who was like a little brother to me.

On January of 2015 my ex boyfriend and I had a huge fight in front of my 13 (now 15) year old little sister that almost turned physical. I had to call the West Valley Police Department to have him removed from my apartment. After that every thing just started to fall apart. My computer crashed on me, I had lost my internet. And eventually lost my dream job that I hadn’t even had for a year.

How that happen I was driving through an intersection on highland drive and 3300 s. When another car hit the side of my Wasatch Transportation Mercedes sprinter in the rear end on the passenger side. The sprinter ended up flipping onto the divers side, slid about 300-400 feet down hill from the light, hit curb and stopped. Needless to say both vehicles were totaled. The lady in the other car told police I had ran a red light and I was ticked… The fire fighters who cut the windshield to get me out of my vehicle said that if I hadn’t been wearing my seatbelt I would have tossed around in the van like a kernel in a popcorn machine. I lost my dream job at Wasatch transportation due to the accident.

When I got home my little sister said that my friend who passed away when I was high school and my grammy were with me during my accident… How would she know that? She was in school during it… I still believe to this day that its not the seatbelt that saved me… It was Austin and my grammy who saved my life…

One Last Visit From Dad By DestinyGirl

One Last Visit From Dad By DestinyGirl

One Last Visit From Dad

I have posted before (although it’s been a few years) about my grandfather and my mom visiting me in my dreams. Those occurrences were both frustrating and comforting, but they were not “startling.” Over the course of time, I had come to understand that I would sometimes have those types of dreams and always knew my family would never do anything to hurt or scare me.

Since my last story, I lost my dad. He passed away in November 2013. In the years since, I’ve had some dreams about him as well that I feel sure are more than simple “dreams.” He was a very logical and stoic man in life, and I feel his essence hasn’t change since his death. In my dreams about my father, his messages are very basic and straightforward – he is checking on me to make sure I am OK and sometimes expressing his displeasure about a decision I have made (that hasn’t changed!).

However, the reason I am writing today is to talk about the day he died. He had been in a rehab facility to recover from some complications of his diabetes and was on the mend. I had traveled to see him for his birthday over the weekend and had left to come back home on Sunday. He was on the mend, in good spirits, and I told him I would see him over the holidays. Unfortunately, that never happened because he passed away the following Wednesday – 3 days later. My brother called me at work to tell me had had a heart attack and died nearly instantly. I was in shock and disbelief – and still not over my mom’s passing not even 18 months earlier.

I left work immediately and went home to pack. I live in NC, and my dad lived in VA. That night I thought I would never be able to sleep. Instead, my mental exhaustion allowed me to fall asleep fairly easily. I woke up a few times during the night, and each time I saw my dad at the foot of the bed. There was no misty cloud or translucent figure. My dad was there, clear as anything in front of me. I thought maybe I was dreaming, but one time I sat up in bed and still saw him. He was not speaking or moving. He was just…there. I was not scared by any means – it was my dad, after all. But I was startled. I wanted to say something, do something. And yet I couldn’t do anything but stare silently at the figure looking back at me. Then like that – he was gone. It took me a while to get back to sleep after that, but I was comforted, saddened, and hopeful all at the same time.

Because he left so suddenly, I think he wanted to check on me and say a quick (yet stoic) goodbye before he moved on to whatever comes next. I haven’t seen him like that since that night.

Is The Paranormal Making Us Ill? By Sylive_101

Is The Paranormal Making Us Ill? By Sylive_101

Is the Paranormal Making Us Ill?

A family of 3 from Brampton, Ontario experiencing unreasonable amount of physical pain, excruciating amount of random “burning”, highly severe migraines, sickness identified as physically “disabled”, and ESPECIALLY sudden negative relationship behaviors.

Like any other families we were never perfect previously, however, we were never as negative as the past 3-4 years. Our family is at the breaking point and I am afraid our relationship may also be at a no-return junction. What is the most obvious is how each time we try to resolve an issue; we are not capable of even responding to one another in a positive manner. It is as if, something is keeping us from being able to latterly “speak” to resolve and move on in a happy manner. It feels very wrong, not like the last 15 years. This type of phenomenon seems to be getting worse and worse. Each of our reactions and behavior seems to be getting highly “aggressive”?

I have been in the paranormal, Aliens, government conspiracies research since I am 13 years old with my father who was super healthy then strangely died from Alzheimer at the age of 65 years old. My father and I used to attend seminars and conferences in Montreal on all kinds of subjects related to paranormal research. Why now?

In 2016, while watching TV, I suddenly turned my head and witnessed a “black, very dark” shape of a head, shoulders and torso sitting on a corner chair of our living room. It lasted a few seconds, but I am certain I did see it. At the time, I did not feel any negative feelings; however, I know it was looking at me. Something is not quite right in this house. My son and I did hear (very close to our ears) the word “hey” at separate occasions, which one sounded like a “child-like” voice. Just recently, I was I was waken up by a strong “pocked” on my right! I also had other extremely personal experiences but with all due respect, I do not wish to or am permitted to share at this time.

A few years ago, a few houses down from ours, had a suicide. At the time, the new owners who took residence in that house came visit in our home as neighbors without us knowing, at the time, that there had been a suicide in their house.

Our faith is Catholic; however, with all the knowledge I have on the Aliens subject, it is very hard for me at this point, to believe everything we were told when we grow up in the 70’s about a higher power such as a “God”. I do realize this can complicate matters for us. Yes, I want to believe there is, however I feel extremely conflicted on that subject. Is this related to a negative entity in our house, perhaps of a worst nature which I refuse to say the name (because, I do not want to give it more power if it is of that nature) or is this simply paranoia from hearing all the conspiracies that truly exist in the world we live in, I do not know. All I know is that we are all pretty grounded individuals. But, regardless, I know that something is not right!

My most important concern is how we just recently sold the house. Before we go on to another establishment, we certainly do not want to bring with us an attachment “IF” this is the case. Again, I feel very conflicted. I wanted to perform some kind of blessing, cleansing of our house, but I know enough about paranormal “NOT” to start playing with anything that may actually make it worst if not perform properly and especially if we are conflicted with our fate. I also wanted to use technology instrument to try and tap into whatever may be around us, but again, I know enough about the paranormal not to try anything in case it makes it worst. I am really not sure what to do other than sharing our experiences with others and try to make some sense into what is happening to us?

If anyone can share any advice and/or be willing to assist us with what “may” be happening, please do not hesitate to contact us, any professional advice is highly welcome.

Thank you very much for reading and paying attention to our story.


Sleep Terror By johndecourcy

Sleep Terror By johndecourcy

Sleep Terror

My story starts some 20 years ago when I lived in London. My girlfriend had gone out with friends for a meal. I was tired and got an early night. I had a mug of tea as usual before bed. I read a little then went to sleep. I quickly fell asleep as usual. But this night I was awoken abruptly. Someone was in the bedroom and they were attacking me. I was terrified. My heart was bursting out of my chest. I had never been so scared. I was desperate for breath. My mystery attacker was pinning me down. I was lying on my front and it was hard to breathe. I could feel the weight of my assailant on my back, crushing me. It seemed like an age until I could reach the lamp. When I did – nothing! No one there! Not a thing. I looked at my watch, it was a little after midnight. I checked the house. All was as it should be. Doors and windows locked. Everything as it should be. I was frightened. I had never been as afraid as I was that evening. My girlfriend returned home shortly afterwards and was taken aback at the state I was in. I would of been in my mid to late 20’s and slept with the landing light on! I never forgot that evening.

Years later I glanced at an article about ‘Old Hag Syndrome’. It really made sense to me. At last I realized that lots of people had experienced very similar encounters. Forewarned is forearmed as they say…

I left London and moved to the Lake District. Life was good. The usual good times and the not so good times. Just like anyone else. But in 2008 the ‘attack’ happened again. I was awoken in very much the same fashion. As before I was terrified and shaken. These nocturnal attacks continued for years. It was like having someone trying to pull me out of bed. And they were strong too. On one occasion I saw what appeared to be arms coming through my bedroom wall! This was the only time I actually saw something for sure. The rest of the subsequent attacks I saw a dark shape but it was not by any means terribly clear.

Over the years I actually got used to it. My young son made a very realistic wooden sword at school. When he was at his mothers house I had the idea to keep it in my bed in order to ‘fight back’ with my night time antagonist. When I felt the attack I would reach for the sword. Sometimes I actually felt an arm stopping me. But as the attacks never lasted long I was used to it. However on occasion I did get it and would say the Lords Prayer in an attempt to stop it forever. But after a while I just let this being have its little moment of glory. After it had stopped pulling I put the light on for a few minutes. I could feel it actually weaken every time I did it until in the end it vanished forever. It is now two years since I have been visited.

Am I the only one to have had this kind of ‘battle’? Has anyone else had something similar? I would love to know I really would. The odd thing is that I actually got rather used to it. Like a mischievous child in some ways. It would be great to know if anyone else has experienced something like this.

A Being Is Haunting My Twin Sister? By DaisukiHaru

A Being Is Haunting My Twin Sister? By DaisukiHaru

I’m not quite sure how to start this but here’s what I have to say. My twin sister and I live in this really old house that our uncle gave to our mother and father when he passed away. We don’t know how old the house is, but here’s the basic layout. Mine and my sister’s room is on the second floor, while our mother and father sleep on the first floor a few doors away from the kitchen. Most of the things that happen here tend to happen around our room and on my sister’s half of the room.

My sister and I are both share the same room, being twins we have shared the same room all our lives. Sometimes at night she would wake up and ask if I was walking around her side of the room, I would say no and tell her to go back to sleep. That’s what happened almost every night since we moved into this house. My sister would wake up, complain about foot steps, and go back to sleep.

This is the part that scares me though, a little over a week ago I started waking up to my sister’s whimpering. When I wake up, I always see some black shadow hovering over her on her side of the bed (we share the same bed but we sleep about two to three feet away from one another) when I go to turn the lights on, it’s gone but when I turn the lights off it’s there again and it feels like it’s looking at me. You know the feeling you get when someone stares at you for a while? It feels like that, but sort of darker. Like you know it’s glaring at you.

My sister would always wake up in the morning and ask if it was me who kept touching her head in her sleep. I would tell her no, and she would just shrug it off. The worst part about this though is that she would wake up with scratch marks up and down her arms. Like you get when a cat scratches you, but more red.

I’m worried for her, because she keeps waking up hurt and it’s starting to scare her. She’s also acting different than she normally would, she isn’t eating very much and she always spaces out. If anyone could tell me what might be going on I would deeply appreciate it. Any advice would help on how to get this thing to leave my little sister alone.

Over the last few weeks I’ve tried smudging the house and a few other things as well. Nothing seems to work with making the thing that’s bothering my sister go away, it’s only made it worse. After my sister broke her arm we tried to have the maid that saw tell us with our parents. My sister still thinks she fell, but the maid said she was pushed. Neither of our parents will listen to us, though our grandmother believes us so we’ve moved in with her for a while thinking we would be safe but we were wrong.

The thing followed my sister, and it’s been even worse than before. Around 1 in the morning on Tuesday around two weeks ago my sister came running into the room screaming and crying about someone in the kitchen. She kept saying she was getting something to drink when there was a scratching sound on the back door. Our grandmother has a cat and he’s outside at random times so she said she thought the sound was from the cat. She told me that when she opened the door the cat ran in hissing and ran right up the stairs. While she went to shut the door she saw red almost orange eyes in the backyard, she said she thought it was a stray cat until she heard growling and then just disappeared. When she shut the door and turned back around she saw someone standing by the wall in the kitchen, she then told me that’s when she started to cry and run up to our room.

When she was done telling me what happened I went downstairs to check and see if anyone got inside, everything was where it should be and no one was inside the house other than us and our grandmother who was asleep in her room right down the hall from ours. When I got back into the room she was huddled up in the corner with the cat in her lap while it was hissing at the door, I went over to her and heard the door creak when I looked back over that same shadow that would stand over her side of the bed was there then it just disappeared.

We moved and have been busy with a number of things.

My sister’s been doing better in a way. She doesn’t wake up hurt anymore, though she doesn’t eat much of anything unless it’s apples or oranges. I still see that thing that bothered her from before though, I’ve been seeing it a lot more actually. She’s changed though, personality wise. She used to be happy and hyper active all the time. Ever since her arm healed she’s been quiet, more reserved. She’s bored almost all the time now, she hardly shows any emotion at school or around town. I asked her if something was wrong and all she said was “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just thinking is all.” She sounded so monotone when she said it.

She’s scared all of her teachers because it always looks like she’s glaring in class. One of our teachers quit saying that my sister was “Some possessed little monster child.”

So my question now is, is she really possessed? It doesn’t really seem like she is. But with her being so stoic about everything and the way she acts now I can’t help but think it. For the past few times I’ve seen that thing that stands over her side of the bed, it’s always leaning down near her head like it’s either waiting to scare her or talking to her. It’s got me worried about her. She still plays the violin and everything, and that’s really the only time she ever acts like her old self now. Our grandmother called in a priest and asked him to bless the house about a week ago. He told us he can’t do much else but pray and bless the house. He told us to call someone who was a demonologist just in case. So our grandmother did.

They took one step into the house and said that something was in the house and asked if anything had been happening. I told him everything that’s happened so far and when my sister came down stairs after our grandmother called her down she was holding a dog. Our grandmother asked her where she got the dog and she told us “Kadan gave it to me.” And just to clear things up for those who don’t know Kadan.

Kadan is the thing that’s bothered my sister. She gave it a name and rule. One knock for yes, two for no. The demonologist person asked if they could see the dog and she told him word for word “No, Kadan said that your evil. You would take him away from me, Kadan gave him to me so he’s mine.” The guy asked her a few questions after she said that though. “Who’s Kadan?” “Kadan is Kadan. What else would he be?” “Is Kadan a demon?” “I’m not supposed to tell anyone.” “Why not? Is he going to hurt you if you do?” “No he just doesn’t like you. He said you smell bad and your here to make him go away.”

They went on with the questions and when he asked my sister “Can you see what Kadan looks like?” She said yes and he asked her to tell him what he looked like. When he asked her that she looked at the stairs before she even answered him. She said that “Kadan has really long hair and it’s really dark. He has pretty eyes though and his clothing is funny.” The guy asked her if Kadan looked like he wasn’t human and she responded with “I’m not supposed to answer that either.” And she walked off up the stairs. The man said he didn’t know what to do since she wouldn’t really give any kind of answers that were helpful.

So now I’m wondering if anyone can answer to any of the things that I’ve posted with something that might help me get her back to normal or find out what’s going on.

hings became hectic, but I’ve been able to keep track of what’s been going on for the past few months.

About three months ago my sister started acting weird again, different than she was the last time. That dog that she said Kadan gave her when the demonologist came over never leaves her side. When one of my grandmother’s friends came over, she saw the dog and asked my sister what its name was.

“Oh my, what an odd dog. What’s his name dear?”


“Why would you name him that?”

“Kadan named him.”

“Who’s Kadan?”

“He’s a friend.”

“Oh? Where is he?”

“Standing on the stairs. He doesn’t like the cat. He said it’s mean to him.”

“Really now, well then. It’s nice to meet you Kadan. What’s wrong dear?”

“He doesn’t like you.”

“Why not? Did I offend him?”

“No, Kurai doesn’t like you either. That’s why he growled at you. Kadan said he would keep others away so I was safe.”

“Now dear, why doesn’t Kadan like me?”

“He doesn’t like a lot of people.” “But he likes you, doesn’t he? After all, he is your friend.”

When my grandmothers’ friend said that we heard a thump from the top of the stairs or somewhere near the top of the stairs. My sister went on to say, “Kadan never said why he was my friend. He only said he wanted me to listen to him and stay by Kurai.”

If Kadan keeps hurting her why would she say that Kadan gave Kurai to her to keep her safe? I’ve never heard it do anything other than growl at people and it’s always following my sister around. It even tried to bite me when I tried to wake her up when she fell asleep on the couch one night. I still see that shadow over her at night from time to time, though most time’s it’s always when that dog is awake. I guess my main question this time is what’s with the dog and her? Whenever something happens, that dog is always there in the room.

When my grandmother tried taking us to a church to talk to the priest there she refused to set foot inside just because Kadan and Kurai wouldn’t go in. So our grandmother went inside to talk to the priest while we waited outside. When she left though I asked my sister why she didn’t want to go in without Kurai or Kadan and she said that “Kadan doesn’t like it when he can’t be close enough to see me.” So when I told her she could just take Kurai in and ignore Kadan it felt like someone had tried to shove me and my sister said “Kadan said I can’t go in anyway because of the people inside.” And the only people inside were our grandmother and the priest.

When our grandmother came back with the priest she was holding Kurai and petting him, and the preist was frowning at the dog which both my grandmother and I found weird. He asked about her dog and she said that

“I’m not allowed to talk to you.”

He asked her why not and she said “Kadan doesn’t like you. So I can’t talk to you.”

She just left to the car after that. It was weird, and I’m worried. What pushed me and what’s up with my sister’s new dog?

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The First Ghost Of The New Hospital By KentH1123

The First Ghost Of The New Hospital By KentH1123

Last month I visited Japan again for an opening ceremony of a new hospital at Hokkaido. It was Chinese New Year and there were many visitors around, and there is a saying going, the more visitors the more accidents.

That night right after the party, 2 patrons were sent to our hospital, car accident… It was due to slippery road. The car lost control and spun 40 meters across the bus road and smashed on to a tour bus. Luckily there were no tourist inside or around the bus at the time, but the bus driver had his lower body crushed where the car had smashed. The driver of the car was an old man heading to a wedding ceremony, information from the police said that he stepped on the break too suddenly that the rear tire slipped. Very unfortunately, the car driver died immediately. That night the family of the car driver came over and we had to tell them the tragic news.

Meanwhile, the bus driver was rushed to do an immediate operation. We needed to observe him and decide whether or not to do another operation some days later when he awaken. We found that the bus driver’s family had not came over and we realized that he was living alone and had no family.

The bus driver did not wake for almost a week, his company’s coworkers and managers did visit but none of them stayed for too long since he was not “in a good shape”. The doctor decided to do another operation since the time is limited and they could not wait for him to decide, we had to think the best for any patrons.

The operation did not went well perfectly, from the doctor’s information, the patron was bleeding badly during the operation, and the health condition of him was not too good. The patron died at that evening making it the second death in our hospital.

That night when I went to tidy up the patron’s room for the next day’s use, I saw a person facing the wall mumbling to the wall. I tried to go and ask him who he was but I was stopped by a nurse whom had worked at the old hospital for years, she pulled me over and told me to never speak to “such people”. I suddenly realize that the person I saw looked just like the injured bus driver. I may have experienced the hospital’s first ghost story…

The First Ghost Of The New Hospital