Haunted Room at Pop!!

[Trentmom]

hmm.. strange.. I just had a bottle on my desk fly over and hit the door.. and I dont have my fan on and the window is shut.. and if dad turned the AC on it would go the other way... plus its full

I channeled the ghost from my room at Pop and sent him to viisit you....

 

[FHS_chick_2005]

I channeled the ghost from my room at Pop and sent him to viisit you....

sweet... would you like me to send him a message?? come to think of it.. my hangers were kinda dancing.. I KNOW WHy they were tho.. my brother was moving things around in his closet that shares the wall with mine! but I did have to ask him if me was!


Deja Vu!

 

[Trentmom]

BOO!!!!

Just wanted to give this thread a little bump...

 

[lady9]

I was 7 months pregnant when my favorite great aunt died rather suddenly. She never married or had children. She was so thrilled when my DH and I announced we were expecting. I took her to church every Saturday and afterward we would have dinner. She loved to touch my belly and feel the baby move. Naturally I was so upset when she died before she could meet and hold our son. My aunt died on a Tuesday at 2:29pm. I went into labor 10 weeks later on a Monday. It was a long labor. On Tuesday about 1:00pm the doctor thought I should have a C-section. The baby was doing well but I had been pushing for 2 hours. I begged not have a C-section. At 2:00 he said I could go 1/2 hour longer but that was it and he told the nurse to get ready for a C-section. On my last try to deliver him, the doctor was not in scrubs, no instrument tray was ready, and the warmer had not been turned on, and I finally gave birth to him. His official time of birth? 2:29pm-exactly 10 weeks to the minute from when my aunt died.

 

[DznyDreams]

This is a really cool thread. Love ghost stories - I even watch Ghost Hunters on SciFi.

I have a story, but it is more of a guardian angel story than a ghost story. This event took place when my daughter was approximately 18 months old. She and I were playing in the floor of our living room when DH arrived home from work. Just about an hour earlier I had placed a casserole in the oven for dinner, and it was time to check on it.

Before leaving DD alone in the living room, I popped her favorite video into the VCR (a Barney video). As usual she was completely engrossed within seconds, so I went into the next room to check on dinner. My plan was to return promptly to sit with DD, but just as I was closing the oven door, DH enters the kitchen and begins discussing his day at work.

No more than 2 or 3 minutes could have possibly passed when both DH and I looked simultaneously toward our bedroom door.

He said, "I wonder what that little squirt is up to?"

Knowing full well that he was referring to our daughter, and since I had just witnessed the same event, I replied, "I have no idea, but we had better go see."

We walked into our bedroom fully expecting to find our little one involved in her favorite pastime of scooting around in Daddy’s shoes, or possibly digging around in a box of his ball caps. To our surprise, she was nowhere to be found! By the looks on our faces, we each knew the other was quite puzzled.

DH said, “Didn’t you just see her in here?”

“Yes, I did. She walked right around the end of the bed here.”

“Exactly!” said DH.

I immediately turned back and walked into the living room only to find that DD was not in sight. I noticed that our guest bedroom door, which is on the opposite end of the house from our bedroom and is always shut, was now ajar. A lump came into my throat because I knew there were things in there that she didn’t need to find. I had just decided a day or two earlier that I needed to purchase one of those safety covers that prevents a toddler from opening doors. Unfortunately, I had failed to make it to the store to pick one up.

DH and I hurriedly walked toward the door and once inside we discovered the whereabouts of DD. She was sitting at the foot of the bed with a mouthful of tiny plastic game pieces from one of our pre-baby travel games! This game was inside a heavy dresser drawer that to this very day I still do not know how she opened by her tiny little self, but she did it by golly! She could have choked while DH and I were discussing his so-called “horrible day at work.”

Needless to say, the day didn’t seem quite so horrible considering what could have happened if it had not been for our daughter’s little guardian angel.

(Oh…and it also goes without saying that the child safety doorknob cover was purchased the very next morning.)

 

[Trentmom]

This is a really cool thread. Love ghost stories - I even watch Ghost Hunters on SciFi.

I have a story, but it is more of a guardian angel story than a ghost story. This event took place when my daughter was approximately 18 months old. She and I were playing in the floor of our living room when DH arrived home from work. Just about an hour earlier I had placed a casserole in the oven for dinner, and it was time to check on it.

Before leaving DD alone in the living room, I popped her favorite video into the VCR (a Barney video). As usual she was completely engrossed within seconds, so I went into the next room to check on dinner. My plan was to return promptly to sit with DD, but just as I was closing the oven door, DH enters the kitchen and begins discussing his day at work.

No more than 2 or 3 minutes could have possibly passed when both DH and I looked simultaneously toward our bedroom door.

He said, "I wonder what that little squirt is up to?"

Knowing full well that he was referring to our daughter, and since I had just witnessed the same event, I replied, "I have no idea, but we had better go see."

We walked into our bedroom fully expecting to find our little one involved in her favorite pastime of scooting around in Daddy’s shoes, or possibly digging around in a box of his ball caps. To our surprise, she was nowhere to be found! By the looks on our faces, we each knew the other was quite puzzled.

DH said, “Didn’t you just see her in here?”

“Yes, I did. She walked right around the end of the bed here.”

“Exactly!” said DH.

I immediately turned back and walked into the living room only to find that DD was not in sight. I noticed that our guest bedroom door, which is on the opposite end of the house from our bedroom and is always shut, was now ajar. A lump came into my throat because I knew there were things in there that she didn’t need to find. I had just decided a day or two earlier that I needed to purchase one of those safety covers that prevents a toddler from opening doors. Unfortunately, I had failed to make it to the store to pick one up.

DH and I hurriedly walked toward the door and once inside we discovered the whereabouts of DD. She was sitting at the foot of the bed with a mouthful of tiny plastic game pieces from one of our pre-baby travel games! This game was inside a heavy dresser drawer that to this very day I still do not know how she opened by her tiny little self, but she did it by golly! She could have choked while DH and I were discussing his so-called “horrible day at work.”

Needless to say, the day didn’t seem quite so horrible considering what could have happened if it had not been for our daughter’s little guardian angel.

(Oh…and it also goes without saying that the child safety doorknob cover was purchased the very next morning.)

Wow...that is scary......


I am so glad your little one was okay and "someone" was watching over her....

 

[Trentmom]

I was 7 months pregnant when my favorite great aunt died rather suddenly. She never married or had children. She was so thrilled when my DH and I announced we were expecting. I took her to church every Saturday and afterward we would have dinner. She loved to touch my belly and feel the baby move. Naturally I was so upset when she died before she could meet and hold our son. My aunt died on a Tuesday at 2:29pm. I went into labor 10 weeks later on a Monday. It was a long labor. On Tuesday about 1:00pm the doctor thought I should have a C-section. The baby was doing well but I had been pushing for 2 hours. I begged not have a C-section. At 2:00 he said I could go 1/2 hour longer but that was it and he told the nurse to get ready for a C-section. On my last try to deliver him, the doctor was not in scrubs, no instrument tray was ready, and the warmer had not been turned on, and I finally gave birth to him. His official time of birth? 2:29pm-exactly 10 weeks to the minute from when my aunt died.

Wow..that is Eerie..

I guess that was a sign of showing that even though your aunt was not there during the birth of your baby, she was there in spirit....

 

[faindrops27]

I had a few experiences at my house growing up, so I was used to it..

My house was very old!!!

Ok, so this sums it all up right there. The ghost or spirits, that you encountered in your house growing up took came to visit you in your room at the POP. So, I would figure once you left the spirit did too.

 

[Chloesmom]

Oh.. I had to share my ghost story. It actually lasts about 5 years while I lived in my last house. We moved into this 120 year old house in the historic district when DD was just one year old. The first night we were there I was awakened by a child calling " mama". I woke up and started into DDs room but stopped short when I realized that DD did not talk that clearly yet. I went on into her room and she was fast asleep. It happened agian the next night and I told my husband about it and he pretty much laughed at me. a few nights went by and I was awakened in the middle of the night by being shook and told to wake up. I woke up only to see a man sitting on the edge of my bed telling me wake up.. that it was very important. As soon as I was up her faded away and that was it. This went on every night for 5 years. The only times it did not happen were when my DD was either not at home or if I was sleeping with her. We later found out that a small child died there in the middle of the night in 1900. One lady told us that the child choked and another person at the historical society told us that he was murdered by his nanny. So... my Dd would sit in her high chair and she would lean far out of it and stare at our stairs and wave and say " bye bye big man". She also talked about the mean lady in the basement. I saw the " big man" several times aside from at night when he woke me up. He would be in the kitchen and just fade away. I never saw the lady but I hated to be in our basement. It made me sick and nervous. I would also see a dark haired girl about ten years old standing on our front porch staring into our front door. She really reminded me of the ring girl so I ignored her completely and never acknowledged her. I would talk to the man though and tried to find out why we woke me up . One night I asked him why I needed to wake up and he just stared at me and shook his head and got up and walked away. Several times I would wake up and see this green mist floating across my ceiling. I would just watch it and it would go away slowly. I tried to wake my husband up so he could see but he refused to look. One night he did yell at me to get off of the blankets and called me a blanket thief. I was taking a bath because I had a back ache and was not in bed but when I came in there was the inprint of a butt on the comforter and he was trying to pull the blankets out from under it. The look on his face when he realized it was not me was priceless. He never admitted that he experienced anything though.

 

[Trentmom]

Oh.. I had to share my ghost story. It actually lasts about 5 years while I lived in my last house. We moved into this 120 year old house in the historic district when DD was just one year old. The first night we were there I was awakened by a child calling " mama". I woke up and started into DDs room but stopped short when I realized that DD did not talk that clearly yet. I went on into her room and she was fast asleep. It happened agian the next night and I told my husband about it and he pretty much laughed at me. a few nights went by and I was awakened in the middle of the night by being shook and told to wake up. I woke up only to see a man sitting on the edge of my bed telling me wake up.. that it was very important. As soon as I was up her faded away and that was it. This went on every night for 5 years. The only times it did not happen were when my DD was either not at home or if I was sleeping with her. We later found out that a small child died there in the middle of the night in 1900. One lady told us that the child choked and another person at the historical society told us that he was murdered by his nanny. So... my Dd would sit in her high chair and she would lean far out of it and stare at our stairs and wave and say " bye bye big man". She also talked about the mean lady in the basement. I saw the " big man" several times aside from at night when he woke me up. He would be in the kitchen and just fade away. I never saw the lady but I hated to be in our basement. It made me sick and nervous. I would also see a dark haired girl about ten years old standing on our front porch staring into our front door. She really reminded me of the ring girl so I ignored her completely and never acknowledged her. I would talk to the man though and tried to find out why we woke me up . One night I asked him why I needed to wake up and he just stared at me and shook his head and got up and walked away. Several times I would wake up and see this green mist floating across my ceiling. I would just watch it and it would go away slowly. I tried to wake my husband up so he could see but he refused to look. One night he did yell at me to get off of the blankets and called me a blanket thief. I was taking a bath because I had a back ache and was not in bed but when I came in there was the inprint of a butt on the comforter and he was trying to pull the blankets out from under it. The look on his face when he realized it was not me was priceless. He never admitted that he experienced anything though.

Oh man...that sound scary!!!

I never would have lasted 5 years........

 

[DznyDreams]

Oh.. I had to share my ghost story. It actually lasts about 5 years while I lived in my last house. We moved into this 120 year old house in the historic district when DD was just one year old. The first night we were there I was awakened by a child calling " mama". I woke up and started into DDs room but stopped short when I realized that DD did not talk that clearly yet. I went on into her room and she was fast asleep. It happened agian the next night and I told my husband about it and he pretty much laughed at me. a few nights went by and I was awakened in the middle of the night by being shook and told to wake up. I woke up only to see a man sitting on the edge of my bed telling me wake up.. that it was very important. As soon as I was up her faded away and that was it. This went on every night for 5 years. The only times it did not happen were when my DD was either not at home or if I was sleeping with her. We later found out that a small child died there in the middle of the night in 1900. One lady told us that the child choked and another person at the historical society told us that he was murdered by his nanny. So... my Dd would sit in her high chair and she would lean far out of it and stare at our stairs and wave and say " bye bye big man". She also talked about the mean lady in the basement. I saw the " big man" several times aside from at night when he woke me up. He would be in the kitchen and just fade away. I never saw the lady but I hated to be in our basement. It made me sick and nervous. I would also see a dark haired girl about ten years old standing on our front porch staring into our front door. She really reminded me of the ring girl so I ignored her completely and never acknowledged her. I would talk to the man though and tried to find out why we woke me up . One night I asked him why I needed to wake up and he just stared at me and shook his head and got up and walked away. Several times I would wake up and see this green mist floating across my ceiling. I would just watch it and it would go away slowly. I tried to wake my husband up so he could see but he refused to look. One night he did yell at me to get off of the blankets and called me a blanket thief. I was taking a bath because I had a back ache and was not in bed but when I came in there was the inprint of a butt on the comforter and he was trying to pull the blankets out from under it. The look on his face when he realized it was not me was priceless. He never admitted that he experienced anything though.

Holy cow! I definitely would not have survived 5 years of that! You are a much braver soul than I.

 

[Chloesmom]

The only thing that bothered me was lack of sleep. I never got a full night sleep until my husband moved out and I started letting DD sleep with me.. the man would not wake me up then.
Something else interesting is that I moved out in 2004 and there was some water damage to the house that winter while it sat waiting to sell. Workers went in to repair it one day and they got so freaked out they refused to go back. I dont know what happened because by then insurance had taken it over but the adjuster called to ask me if I knew why they would refuse to go back. When I told him he did not believe me but the house still sits empty and unrepaired to this day. I drive by it everyday. Its listed for about $60000 less than what it is worth and no one even looks at it. It was in my ex's name and he let it get forclosed on so I dont really care if it sits empty or not but it is interesting. I ran into the neighbor about a year ago and she told me that soemone was living there because the lights would be on at night but she never sees anyone there or even a car. The electricity was turned off when the water damage happened because it affected the wiring in the attic. there is even a notice posted in the window stating that the electricty is turned off and why and that the house has been winterized also. < insert creepy music here>

 

[SPJammer]

Got one for you all. It was 1994 and I, my DW (fiance at the time), and our three kids move to Benton Harbor, MI. My wife's older brother and his family are living in a small home on a corn farm at the time and we ended up staying with them for about two months while we were waiting for our rental to become availabe. My brother-in-law and his wife have three chidren of thier own and they were telling us about how cool the house was because it was haunted. They would wake up at night and see a man standing in the door way watching over them or he would be next to the bed as if checking in on them. Some times things would move, like a toy left laying the middle of the floor would be found the next morning in it's proper place or a night light would be found on even though it was off when they fell asleep.

Of course, I thought it was all a joke, child's tales. Well one night my wife and I are asleep in one of the rooms with our two youngest (2 and 6 month) and my wife rolls over and tells me to quit playing with the music box. I tell her I'm not playing with anything, she's just dreaming, go back to sleep. Then I hear it. I get up, flip on the light and the music stops. On a book shelf sits this object (sorry can't quite recall exactly what it was) that plays music only when you pick it up. It sat there on the shelf in an up right position so there was no way it should have been playing music. I picked it up and inspected it and it seemed to be working fine. I put it back, turned off the light and a minute later it started playing again. This time I didn't even bother with the light, I just went straight for the music box but by the time I got near it, it stopped. The next night it was just the two of us and we heard nothing. The third night, the kids were with us and again, the music started playing. Seemed to only happen when the kids were with us but not every time.

Jump ahead two weeks. I just started a job at a company that makes cardboard boxes. I am working on this one machine with a lovely lady who is in her early 70's. So we get to chatting and she notices my southern accent and asks what I am doing way up here. So I explain everything to her and I start talking about the things my nephew and nieces were telling me about the house. She looks at me and her face is white and she has tears starting to swell up in her eyes. She asks me if the house is on such and such street and if it sits at the end of a long dirt road. I tell her yes and the tears start streaming down her face. Turns out a few years back she lived in that same house with her husband. A janitor in the Benton Harbor school district for about 30 years or so. She told me that he walked into the house one day and fell over from heart attack. He died in the ambulance as it sat in the driveway.

She looks up at me and asks me to "tell the children that Harold will not harm them. He loved children so much, that's why he was a janitor for so long and would they please let them know that she still loved him." Of couse I passed the message on and I'm not sure if the kids ever did but it was quite at the house from that time on.

 

[hogwartsdropout]

Wow I just finished reading this whole thread and I'd love to hear more stories! I'm not sure I want to be left alone in our resort room this summer!

 

[dkostel]

I rented an old Victorian a few years back. We were there less than a year and had 2 incidents. One night I was working on my computer and had the TV on, listening to it. It shut itself off once, I turned it back on and a couple of minutes later it happened again. I turned it back on and said, to no one in particular, "I was listening to that". It never happened again, and I still have that TV.
Another night I was falling asleep in bed and a heard something hit the floor in the hallway to the bathroom. I got up and my makeup bag was on the other side of the hallway (there was a long counter with mirrors, I used to keep the bag on the counter usually up against the mirrors.) It was on the other side of the 3+ ft wide hall and it hadn't been touched since the morning.
I had the upstairs to myself, (2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms) and I would avoid the one bedroom whenever possible. It was creepy, it didn't really scare me, I never felt unsafe, just creeped out.

 

[Trentmom]

Got one for you all. It was 1994 and I, my DW (fiance at the time), and our three kids move to Benton Harbor, MI. My wife's older brother and his family are living in a small home on a corn farm at the time and we ended up staying with them for about two months while we were waiting for our rental to become availabe. My brother-in-law and his wife have three chidren of thier own and they were telling us about how cool the house was because it was haunted. They would wake up at night and see a man standing in the door way watching over them or he would be next to the bed as if checking in on them. Some times things would move, like a toy left laying the middle of the floor would be found the next morning in it's proper place or a night light would be found on even though it was off when they fell asleep.

Of course, I thought it was all a joke, child's tales. Well one night my wife and I are asleep in one of the rooms with our two youngest (2 and 6 month) and my wife rolls over and tells me to quit playing with the music box. I tell her I'm not playing with anything, she's just dreaming, go back to sleep. Then I hear it. I get up, flip on the light and the music stops. On a book shelf sits this object (sorry can't quite recall exactly what it was) that plays music only when you pick it up. It sat there on the shelf in an up right position so there was no way it should have been playing music. I picked it up and inspected it and it seemed to be working fine. I put it back, turned off the light and a minute later it started playing again. This time I didn't even bother with the light, I just went straight for the music box but by the time I got near it, it stopped. The next night it was just the two of us and we heard nothing. The third night, the kids were with us and again, the music started playing. Seemed to only happen when the kids were with us but not every time.

Jump ahead two weeks. I just started a job at a company that makes cardboard boxes. I am working on this one machine with a lovely lady who is in her early 70's. So we get to chatting and she notices my southern accent and asks what I am doing way up here. So I explain everything to her and I start talking about the things my nephew and nieces were telling me about the house. She looks at me and her face is white and she has tears starting to swell up in her eyes. She asks me if the house is on such and such street and if it sits at the end of a long dirt road. I tell her yes and the tears start streaming down her face. Turns out a few years back she lived in that same house with her husband. A janitor in the Benton Harbor school district for about 30 years or so. She told me that he walked into the house one day and fell over from heart attack. He died in the ambulance as it sat in the driveway.

She looks up at me and asks me to "tell the children that Harold will not harm them. He loved children so much, that's why he was a janitor for so long and would they please let them know that she still loved him." Of couse I passed the message on and I'm not sure if the kids ever did but it was quite at the house from that time on.

Wow....that sounds like something that you would see on the Ghost Whisper Show.

What an incredible, touching storing.

Thanks for sharing...

 

[Trentmom]

Hey People!!

It has been about a week and would love to see if there are any more hotel ghost stories floating around or personal ghost stories of your own.

Keep them coming!!

Please and thank you

 

[Lynn5700]

My daughter was born a few years after my Dad died. She is the only grandchild he never met and is named after him. When she was a baby and young toddler she would laugh and giggle like someone was playing with her when nobody was around her. Just laugh and laugh at a blank wall. I always joked it was Grandpa playing with her. When she was barely able to talk she pointed to a picture of my Dad in his army uniform and said Grandpa. Nobody remembers ever pointing him out in pictures and plus Dad was the photographer so there were very few pictures of him anyway. The only out was one of us as a family but was taken in his 60's. Didn't look anything like the young man in an army uniform. Especially not to an 18 month old.

Also my cousin and her husband were very close to my parents. Both farmers, kids the same age etc. When he was dying a couple of years ago his wife said he would carry on conversations with my Dad who he said was sent to help my cousin cross over. These were not drug induced hallucinations, the witnesses said it was lucid conversations with my Dad, just cousin Norman could see and hear him. Hospice said that was actually pretty common.

Always told my DD that Grandpa was her guardian angel. When she was 2 we were hit by a drunk driver. Her door was that only side of the car that was not smashed in, not even a scratch. Before and after was all crushed as she hit, bounced off and hit again. Luckily the drunk hit by the wheel shoving it into the engine. I can not bear to think if it did that to a wheel what it would have done to her little car seat. Anyway the wierd thing was when we were cleaning out the car I found a metal casino token under her seat. My Dad was a casino shuttle bus driver when he died. I had taken the token from his tip jar and carried it as a momento. No idea how that got from my purse in the front seat to under her car seat!

Wow that is an amazing story.

I'm loving everybody's stories!!

 

[Shmily1]

Earthquake. Florida is going to fall in the Ocean one of these days

That is so funny!!! My grandmother lived in FL atleast 50 years of her life and always told me that FL would fall in the ocean one day.... I was little so I kept wondering if she knew this, why didn't she move!!!

 

[HonnyDipp]

Our son was born at 7:05am on a Friday, my grandmother died at 11:55pm the same day. The evening before she passed, I was obviously tired, the nurse offered to take my DS to the nursery so I could get some sleep. I went to sleep early but at 12:30, I woke straight up. Something told me to go to the nursery and check on the baby. I walked to the glass window and there in the middle of the nursery was my 11 pound 5 oz. baby bundled up in a blanket with his eyes wide open staring up at the ceiling. He was surrounded by babies crying for thier midnight feeding. But my DS was just lying there. He was so alert it was rather odd, I asked the nurse if he was ok. She told me that he had been lying there for about 30 minutes, not a sound from him. After watching him for a while, I went back to my room. Something told me to call my mom, I knew it was late but, I had to call her. When I called, she was wide awake, but I could tell something was wrong, that was when she told me that my Grandma had passed away. I hung up the phone and walked back to the nursery, my DS was fast alseep with the babies around him still screaming. Thats when it hit me, my grandma was visiting the latest edition of our family.