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Permalink Reply by Ashley D'Nele Barber on August 21, 2012 at 5:53am

While living in Georgia with my parents & sisters we would go for family drives, one day we pulled up on an old grave site. Usually I am all for exploring them, but that one made gave me goosebumps. So my mom and I stayed in the truck. Well, my sister had a doll we called "fat baby" that is the kind that the head is sown onto the body. As we were waiting for my dad and sisters to come back the truck's engine started, my dad had the keys. My mom is freaking out, and I look to my left where fat baby was sitting and its head was turned looking at me. I freaked and jumped out of the truck with my mom. It was the craziest thing ever. I ask my mom every couple years if that really happened just to make sure I wasn't crazy. lol

Permalink Reply by Ashley D'Nele Barber on August 21, 2012 at 8:19am

They think it's funny since they didn't see it. My sister still has the fat baby. lol

Permalink Reply by ash bash pena on August 21, 2012 at 11:52am

Wtf ha that's crazy >.< my whole family have seen crazy paranormal stuff but I have yet to see anything crazy like that *knocks on wood* :p

Permalink Reply by Amber on August 23, 2012 at 5:34pm

I love the paranormal so of course the paranormal leaves me alone, lol.  I make it a point to visit haunted locations on my vacations - I've been to the Queen Mary in Long Beach, Myrtles Plantation outside of New Orleans and The Stanley Hotel.  Nothing.  Notta.  Sigh.  My mom's work is haunted (she is a house keeper at a rehab facility) and she has experiences all the time - foot steps, lights on and off, doors opening and closing, beds unmade when no one was in the room and most recently while she was cleaning candlesticks she walked out of the room and came back in to find a pile of candle wax shavings in the middle of the floor.  

We did go on a tour of a haunted theater in Minneapolis last Halloween - I think I saw some shadows in the projector room but I can't be certain enough to say it was paranormal.  

Permalink Reply by Nicollette on August 26, 2012 at 3:19am

i wrote a review on yelp about this so I will share it with ya'll

A Night in Jackson Square

New Orleans is a siren of a city, a city of fables, and illusions, a place to escape to. It has a dark beauty that envelopes you it takes you in. What drew me to it as a young girl is it's status as America's most haunted city.

Being in the French Quarter is like stepping back in time. The sense of history is very tangible. The historical surroundings are imbued with the sprits of lives past, turning a corner, or walking down an alley, you're just as likely to encounter a ghost as you are a person.

One of the things that stick out most in my mind of New Orleans is something that happened at nearly Midnight, what some people call the witching hour; the time where the veils between the world of the living and the land of the dead collide. We had just come off of the Haunted History Ghost tour. We found ourselves at the tours last stop, Pirate's Alley, a little street behind St Louis Cathedral. It was a foggy night in November.

The air around us was cool and bristling with the sense of something mysterious. I had a feeling of a waning memory; I could smell the air. Things touched me from the distance an odor of beignets and white oleander could be discerned from the fog. It was dark except for the shaped revealed by the intermittently illuminated street lamps. A statue of Jackson loomed ahead in the darkness still rearing up atop his horse. Some hapless grounds keeper had left the gates open this night and we were able to cut through Jackson Square alone. As we walked into the darkness, we could hear the crackling of leaves behind us; we felt that someone was walking a short distance behind, we heard footsteps, but when we turned we saw nothing. I felt goose bumps all along my neck and arms. We quickened our steps, re-thinking the decision to cut through the park. The thought of so many people possibly dying here, possibly murdered couldn't escape my mind as we approached the end of the pathway leading out to Decatur Street. The park seemed in stark contrast to the light of the open street, as we passed the final gateway I felt like I was emerging from a dark pool. In the safety of lighted sidewalk, I took a snapshot of what we had just transgressed. As the camera flashed, the streetlights ominously went dark.

Later, we enjoyed beignets and café au latte in warm well lit Café Du Monde. I could still see the shrouded square past the patio. A slight chill was being carried from the park by the breeze, and I could feel it glancing my cheek. I thought about a story I had heard on the tour about a lady that had been found on the steps of the cathedral only a few yards away. She was completely drained of blood, with only two punctures on her neck as the possible source of exit. All of these things are part of New Orleans, they draw you in, but the underlying feeling of this sultry city comes from the Spirit of the Place-the genus loci if you will.

* i have a really cool picture of Jackson Square from that night and just as I took the photo two of the lamp post lights went out**

Permalink Reply by Deborah on September 27, 2012 at 7:49pm

     Before moving into our current house, my husband and step-sons rented a much older home that had quite a few years to build up some paranormal history.  I have never looked into any stories revolving around the house because he moved out of it and so long as I wasn't having to reside with some friendly or not so friendly ghosts, they could continue along doing their ghostly things without me.  During one trip there I did happen to meet one of the ghosts that called their former residence, home. 

     While walking through what was now our dining area towards the kitchen you pass by the entrance to the boys rooms,  my husbands black Labrador, Will, was at my side as I headed into the kitchen and while passing the doorway I glanced to the side and seen a man in a pinstriped suit with a bowler hat in his hand sitting on the end of the bed.  He was partially transparent, I could see the rumpled bedding of my youngest step-sons comforter through his body, but he was very obviously perched on the bottom railing and looking straight back at me.  It took me a moment to stop walking and I actually had to back up to verify what I was looking at, when I stepped back and looked back into the room again, the gentleman was still sitting, but had put his hat back upon his head, and tipped his hat at me.  Will had stopped at the doorway on the first passing and when the man made the movement to tip his hat, Will greeted him with his friendly 'hello' bark and actually wagged his tail!  I have to admit, though I was completely freaked out, I was not afraid, mildly alarmed, yes, afraid, no. 

     This gentleman exactly fits the description I got from my husband and all three stepsons as the ghost that walked through their dining room table during dinner one night, right down to the pin striping on his suit!  As the story was told to me, at different times by all of them, the gentlemen opened the back door of the house (situated off what is now the kitchen but originally would've been the back parlor) took his hat off his head, walked through the kitchen into the dining room, proceeded through the table as if it never existed and walked on into what is currently the living of the house, originally I would imagine it to be the formal sitting room. 

     There have been several other stories about strange occurances in the house, but this was one I witnessed myself, with my canine companion obviously able to visualize something as well, and when I told my family about it, was told that they were familiar with the gentlemen and his presence!