Hi! My whole family on both my mother and father's side seem to be magnets for spirits. Every one of my relatives have either seen or felt something that they could not explain. We used to sit around and share our experiences with one another. I have had many different experiences myself. I seem to be extremely sensitive. I can go into a house and tell if it has some spirit and can even tell if it is friendly or not.

Anyway, the one that I wish to relate to you is the one that stands out most in my mind -- not only because I had very direct contact with t he spirit, but because it was the only one that was definitely NOT benevolent. First a little background of previous experiences from others in my family.

Since before I was born my grandparents on my father's side lived in this old stone two-story house that was haunted. At night heavy footsteps could be heard upstairs walking around. Cold wind would blow upstairs even when noone was there and the rotary phone upstairs would dial all by itself. (That used to really freak me out!) I hated to be in that house by myself because I always felt a horrible presence. My mother once saw a large man that looked just like the previous owner staring at her as she walked down the stairs. (My mother didn't believe in such things, but after this...) An old woman who was presumed to be his wife was also seen on several occasions. It was said that she absolutely HATED children when she was alive. My cousin when she was about 11 felt an unknown force try to strangle her! She never set foot back into that house.

Now to my own experience. When I was 10 years old, we lived only 2 houses down, so in the summer I would go swimming a lot in the pool with my other 2 cousins. Well, we needed towels so I went upstairs to the large wardrobe that was in the hallway. As soon as I opened the door and reached for the towels, a horrible cold feeling came over me (it was 90 degrees outside and they didn't have air conditioning). Then I felt a hand grab my shoulder and squeeze very hard, like it was trying to hurt me! I struggled to get free and when I turned around noone was there! Needless to say I ran down the stairs as fast as my feet could carry me! I didn't tell anyone because at this time I didn't know the history of the house or my family. What made me know for sure that it wasn't in my imagination was that I had bruises in the shape of 4 fingers on my shoulder and it ached for a few days after. Whatever it was had a death grip on me. After that I would NEVER go upstairs again witho! ! ut someone with me, and I never again stayed the night. I was very happy when they moved away from there!

I have had many experiences since then, but this story is long as it is. If anyone would like to share stories, just email me and I'd be happy to! I am a very firm believer and I keep a very open mind about it!

Thanks for letting me share!