recently i have been witnessing weird things happening along with my sister, niece, and brother, who are aware of strange phenomena too. the other week the 3 of them went out to go to the shops? it was 2 pm ish in the afternoon the 2 poodles were laid on the sofa , the bull terrier was on the landing looking down the stairs as he always does, i dont know why he does this he just does, and me relaxing my back on my double bed with the dobermann laid stretched out on the floor. suddenly i hear a door open and voices? lawrence oh it doesnt seem hes here? then i hear cupboards opening and closing banging shut. cutlery noise as though someone is making a drink of tea. just more banging followed. i thought my niece was back and had forgotten something but no it wasnt her. it goes on the noise for another couple of minutes when the 2 little dogs start whining out loud unawares to me the dobermann is in the thick of it all and i heard her growl then the bull terrier joined in until all 4 dogs are doing a full chorus, im out of bed like a shot and when i get down stairs i cant stop them barking at something they sense in the kitchen. it took me 5 minutes to calm them down. as i returned to go upstairs i felt a hand touch my shoulder. this sort of phenomena is only one thing, i was laid in bed feeling off colour last week when i distictly heard my name being called by what sounded a young girl, i have seen out of the corner of my eye someone young then quick as a flash theyve gone. my sister and brother have seen the same thing. skye my dobermann sleeps in my room with me and she sometimes lies next to me, she is clean so its ok for her to, but every night since the first thing happened she has woken me up to check downstairs, she had never done this before and she goes round the room sniffing and staring at a certain spot in the kitchen. too be honest i dont feel like getting up in the night. things are disappearing then turning up again, tv is turning on and off on its own, and yes i feel theres something here. only time will tell if we get to the bottom of it.

When my eldest daughter was about 3 we moved to a house on the edge of the countryside.She began to say she played with a little boy named Gabby.We assumed it was an imaginary friend,but as time went on she became quite insistent he wasn't.She told us he was a little boy with blonde curly hair and wore a suit like sailors wore,she said she went through a door and played in his room with a wooden toy train and spinning top.Things at her age she couldn't really know about.One night she began screaming just after i'd put her to bed when i went up she said she didn't like the lady stood in the doorway.Where she was pointing there was a wall,no door.A couple of days later she said she wasn't scared of the lady anymore,it was Gabby's mum. She told us Gabby had said she had died because she took a lot of tablets,something else she wouldn't really understand at that age.On occasion i used to get a strong smell of perfume,but only upstairs or just outside the back door.My next door neighbour once commented on it as well.I decided to look up the history of the area and found the houses were built on land where a squires house had stood.All i could find out was he had two children and his wife had died at a young age.When we moved she broke her heart because we couldn't take Gabby (or Gabriel as we later found out) with us.Even now at 33 she still insists he was real. Blessings Elaine

This topic caught my eye...I just watched Insidious, and it brought back a few memories of mine that I'd like to share. My boyfriend and I had moved into this apt. a few weird things would happen here and there, like a phone flew off the table once. It was during a bbq and a friend made the comment, "What was that, I know I'm not that drunk!" Well, we found the lease of the previous tenant in the kitchen cabinet once, I threw it away and the next day I brought home a little prize I won at work. It had a camping chair, a beach towel and some other beach accessories. Well, I put the chair out and told my boyfriend he could have it as a game chair. My oldest cat, started acting weird. She walked back and forth in front of it, hissing and growing. I was in the kitchen and when I tried to walk to where the chair was, she'd get in front of me and growl at the chair, her hairs were sticking straight up and she kept on with this deep serious growl. I tried to pass her and she just kept blocking me, as if to protect me from the chair. She walked up to it and peed on the floor directly in front of the chair, made a terrible cry and ran back to my feet. My bf put the chair up for the night. I thought maybe it smelled weird and she didn't like it. We later brought it out again and she was cool, sat up on it, rolled around under it, no problem. I mentioned that I thought someone had been sitting in it the time before. Well, my bf got super sick. He became very depressed and wouldn't eat. He lost 40lbs in 3wks and one day, I came home and he had black stuff pouring out of his mouth. turns out, he was a diabetic and his sugars had jumped up to 1802. It was unheard of! He stayed in critical care for 2wks. I was there for the entire time I was allowed. I had been in the office and talked with the manager of the apts. She informed me that the previous tenant had diabetes and drank himself to death. He died in that apartment. My third night alone, I was laying in bed, and my cat started to growl again. We lived on the 2nd floor and it was an efficency apt. There were two windows, one above the bed and the other by the couch. I could see a man's shadow pacing back and forth in front of my window. That happened every night until my bf came home. I could always "feel" a presence there with me. It was very dark and negative. It scared the hell out of me and I can not quite explain it to anyone to where they would understand completely. My bf and I later broke up because I couldn't watch the path he was on. He was diabetic and drank and partied on certain drugs. A month after we broke up, I went to his house to check in on him. A mutual friend said he wasn't looking too good. I found him dead on the floor in the bedroom. His sugars had bottomed out...and he had been there for two days. I can't say what exactly happened...but I do know that he was the second person in a row to die in that apartment, and of the same causes. It'll be two years in November. I've never talked about it with anyone really, other than a few close friends who were there for me during that horrible time. I just can't help but feel it was connected somehow...

I live in the pathways of the spirits of the Donner Party. Where they stopped and rested at a small lake before attempting the Sierras is just a short distance from me. In fact, my brother, mother, and I often ride out to the area where the ill-fated party camped. We like to go out there looking for wild horses.

My patio faces east to where if I were back in winter of 1846 - 1847, members of the party would be traveling across my land where I sit every morning before sunrise looking in the direction from whence they came.

In those early morning mists that roll over and down the hill towards me, I often see shadowy figures moving westward.

I wrote an article, a Tribute To The Donner Party Women, quite some time ago. During the research and writing, I felt that James and Margaret Reed were very near, especially Margaret.
There were times when I sensed her very strongly and could hear the rustle of her dress fabric. I could sense her despair yet feel the strength of her energy that helped her to survive the tragic ordeal.

For several months now, we've been experiencing paranormal activity in our home. We hear scampering footsteps run up and down the stairs, and running across one of the upstairs bedrooms. It sounds like a child.

And then, my son's girlfriend saw a woman walk into my daughter's bedroom. Although none of us frightened me or my daughter, it did freak out my son. So I kindly asked the apparitions to please leave as it was scaring my son.

They seemed quite nice, and they simply left. Since then, nothing. No scampering, no sightings.

It was my feeling that a little boy followed my daughter home from the hospital because he liked her. And the woman was either his mother or a nurse. Both have returned to the hospital.

Interesting.