https://myghoststory.com/ Sat, 15 Aug 2026 13:31:22 +0000 MyBB https://myghoststory.com/submission-The-day-I-used-the-Ouija-Board Thu, 13 Mar 2025 17:51:22 +0000 stanley]]> https://myghoststory.com/submission-The-day-I-used-the-Ouija-Board Ran out the room. I then looked up ZoZo Ouija board  and discovered  that it was a demon I talked to but…I still feel guilty for not being able to save Tony and I hope I can find him again…………
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(Size:36.08 KB / Downloads:483) ]]> https://myghoststory.com/submission-Terrifying-the-night-i-will-never-forget Thu, 03 Mar 2022 04:53:36 +0000 lunar wolf]]> https://myghoststory.com/submission-Terrifying-the-night-i-will-never-forget https://myghoststory.com/submission-The-Cell-Phone Tue, 25 Aug 2020 14:14:11 +0000 they.ad0re_ari]]> https://myghoststory.com/submission-The-Cell-Phone At around 11:20, she was drowsy, so she decided to tuck her son in and go to bed. She walked to his room and saw that he wasn’t there. She then ran over to her room to find him sleeping on her bed with the phone in his hand.
Relieved, she picked her phone back up from his hand to inspect it. Browsing through it, she noticed only minor changes such as a new background, banner, etc., but then she opened up her saved pictures. She began deleting the pictures he had taken, until only one new picture remained.
When she first saw it, she was in disbelief. It was her son sleeping on her bed, but the picture was taken by someone else above him... and it showed the left half of an elderly woman’s face.]]> At around 11:20, she was drowsy, so she decided to tuck her son in and go to bed. She walked to his room and saw that he wasn’t there. She then ran over to her room to find him sleeping on her bed with the phone in his hand.
Relieved, she picked her phone back up from his hand to inspect it. Browsing through it, she noticed only minor changes such as a new background, banner, etc., but then she opened up her saved pictures. She began deleting the pictures he had taken, until only one new picture remained.
When she first saw it, she was in disbelief. It was her son sleeping on her bed, but the picture was taken by someone else above him... and it showed the left half of an elderly woman’s face.]]> https://myghoststory.com/submission-Ghost-of-Teenage-Girl Mon, 13 Apr 2020 13:25:58 +0000 Mr. Ghost Stories]]> https://myghoststory.com/submission-Ghost-of-Teenage-Girl
This ghost story was posted over 9 months ago, no one ever noticed the ghost in the photo!

Now you can read the original story that was posted on the ghost stories website right here, it was written by Dr. Mark B. Lynn, a member of this website: 
Actually, you need to read the story now, to fully understand the photo,
 here is a link to the story: https://myghoststory.com/submission-The-...f-Medfield


Here is an excerpt from the story:

"In my dreams while I was asleep at night, a ghost girl kept coming to me, and told me that her name was Adelina.  She told me that she had died in 1940 at 16 years old at Medfield State Hospital.  She came to me in my dreams about three times.  Later on I went down at work with a back injury.  I often wonder if it was from the spirit of Adelina passing through me and altering my body from the inside.  I will never forget her and I was truly touched by her spirit and her long lost story of her life."

Now here is where things get interesting, users have the option to upload a thumbnail with their submissions, and Dr. Mark B. Lynn uploaded a thumbnail that shows a frontal shot of a haunted residence building within the hospital compound, that is said to be haunted by the teenage ghost. Now he did not see the specter in the uploaded thumbnail, as there is no mention of this in his story, the title of the story is, "The Ghost Girl of Medfield."

I noticed the spector in the image after examining the image, after reading the ghost story. If you look at the picture, you can clearly see what looks like the ghost of a teenage girl.


Here is a pic of the thumbnails, as they appear on the site.



I was reading the ghost story when I decided to examine the photo. And upon further investigation of the photo, I personally see what I think is the outline of the ghost that haunts the location. Of course this is speculation, but let's examine the photo. In the photo, you can clearly see what appears to be the outline of a female specter, the height and width of a teenager. There is no reason for this anomaly to be in the photo.

Updated with HD, upscaled images.











Let's look at a  regular shot: The outline is hard to see. And not many people would notice it.






Now let's examine the close-up shots, here you can see the inverted photo, and you can see that the spector is the shape of a ghostly figure.




And here is a midframe angle. The spector looks to be female, and teen.




And what are the experts saying, well, paranormal researchers like Brian of GhostQuest.net had this to say in a tweet 

click to see tweet

So. perhaps this is one great mystery. 

Is this the teenage ghost of Adelina, experienced by Dr. Mark B. Lynn? The photo is compelling.

What is it?



And original:


image source: https://patch.com/massachusetts/medfield...e-hospital]]>
This ghost story was posted over 9 months ago, no one ever noticed the ghost in the photo!

Now you can read the original story that was posted on the ghost stories website right here, it was written by Dr. Mark B. Lynn, a member of this website: 
Actually, you need to read the story now, to fully understand the photo,
 here is a link to the story: https://myghoststory.com/submission-The-...f-Medfield


Here is an excerpt from the story:

"In my dreams while I was asleep at night, a ghost girl kept coming to me, and told me that her name was Adelina.  She told me that she had died in 1940 at 16 years old at Medfield State Hospital.  She came to me in my dreams about three times.  Later on I went down at work with a back injury.  I often wonder if it was from the spirit of Adelina passing through me and altering my body from the inside.  I will never forget her and I was truly touched by her spirit and her long lost story of her life."

Now here is where things get interesting, users have the option to upload a thumbnail with their submissions, and Dr. Mark B. Lynn uploaded a thumbnail that shows a frontal shot of a haunted residence building within the hospital compound, that is said to be haunted by the teenage ghost. Now he did not see the specter in the uploaded thumbnail, as there is no mention of this in his story, the title of the story is, "The Ghost Girl of Medfield."

I noticed the spector in the image after examining the image, after reading the ghost story. If you look at the picture, you can clearly see what looks like the ghost of a teenage girl.


Here is a pic of the thumbnails, as they appear on the site.



I was reading the ghost story when I decided to examine the photo. And upon further investigation of the photo, I personally see what I think is the outline of the ghost that haunts the location. Of course this is speculation, but let's examine the photo. In the photo, you can clearly see what appears to be the outline of a female specter, the height and width of a teenager. There is no reason for this anomaly to be in the photo.

Updated with HD, upscaled images.











Let's look at a  regular shot: The outline is hard to see. And not many people would notice it.






Now let's examine the close-up shots, here you can see the inverted photo, and you can see that the spector is the shape of a ghostly figure.




And here is a midframe angle. The spector looks to be female, and teen.




And what are the experts saying, well, paranormal researchers like Brian of GhostQuest.net had this to say in a tweet 

click to see tweet

So. perhaps this is one great mystery. 

Is this the teenage ghost of Adelina, experienced by Dr. Mark B. Lynn? The photo is compelling.

What is it?



And original:


image source: https://patch.com/massachusetts/medfield...e-hospital]]> https://myghoststory.com/submission-Paranormal-Entity-in-Upstate-NY Sat, 07 Dec 2019 22:13:00 +0000 JohnBurvee45]]> https://myghoststory.com/submission-Paranormal-Entity-in-Upstate-NY shadow.png
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The first two times we visited this place that was nothing too unusual about it and we felt absolutely nothing.  On the third and final visit, there seem to be some electricity in the air.  The atmosphere was much different on this visit than the previous two visits.  There are some buildings that you can enter on this large campus.  I saw this neat Victorian style house and you could say that I was drawn to it.  I looked through the window and I could hear as if someone was coming down the stairs and I actually saw dust get kicked up by the activity of it.  I went to grab the doorknob to open it and a spirit passed right through me and I went down on my knees.  My friend Shira Greenberg told me that my face changed when I looked at her when this happened and she slapped my hands off of the doorknob in reaction to this.

In the next couple of weeks it felt like someone had punched me in my stomach and I was going to throw up from it.  In my dreams while I was asleep at night, a ghost girl kept coming to me, and told me that her name was Adelina.  She told me that she had died in 1940 at 16 years old at Medfield State Hospital.  She came to me in my dreams about three times.  Later on I went down at work with a back injury.  I often wonder if it was from the spirit of Adelina passing through me and altering my body from the inside.  I will never forget her and I was truly touched by her spirit and her long lost story of her life.
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The first two times we visited this place that was nothing too unusual about it and we felt absolutely nothing.  On the third and final visit, there seem to be some electricity in the air.  The atmosphere was much different on this visit than the previous two visits.  There are some buildings that you can enter on this large campus.  I saw this neat Victorian style house and you could say that I was drawn to it.  I looked through the window and I could hear as if someone was coming down the stairs and I actually saw dust get kicked up by the activity of it.  I went to grab the doorknob to open it and a spirit passed right through me and I went down on my knees.  My friend Shira Greenberg told me that my face changed when I looked at her when this happened and she slapped my hands off of the doorknob in reaction to this.

In the next couple of weeks it felt like someone had punched me in my stomach and I was going to throw up from it.  In my dreams while I was asleep at night, a ghost girl kept coming to me, and told me that her name was Adelina.  She told me that she had died in 1940 at 16 years old at Medfield State Hospital.  She came to me in my dreams about three times.  Later on I went down at work with a back injury.  I often wonder if it was from the spirit of Adelina passing through me and altering my body from the inside.  I will never forget her and I was truly touched by her spirit and her long lost story of her life.
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(Size:86.94 KB / Downloads:1632) ]]> https://myghoststory.com/submission-He-wants-to-take-me Mon, 19 Aug 2019 19:10:56 +0000 I'm scared of him]]> https://myghoststory.com/submission-He-wants-to-take-me I see him very much and I feel that he is watching me once I decided to play the game Ouija but did not work tried many times and every time I play it I hear anything fall I see in my dreams Every day I end slowly I close my mouth so that no one will hear me Then dragged me from my feet I am afraid that I will He comes back because I started to feel the dreams that I had in the past. He wants to kill me

I don't know the features of the face because it is completely black

Maybe he wants to kill me

]]> I see him very much and I feel that he is watching me once I decided to play the game Ouija but did not work tried many times and every time I play it I hear anything fall I see in my dreams Every day I end slowly I close my mouth so that no one will hear me Then dragged me from my feet I am afraid that I will He comes back because I started to feel the dreams that I had in the past. He wants to kill me

I don't know the features of the face because it is completely black

Maybe he wants to kill me

]]> https://myghoststory.com/submission-The-Poster-Fire-Incident--650 Tue, 25 Jun 2019 15:40:05 +0000 Keith Linder]]> https://myghoststory.com/submission-The-Poster-Fire-Incident--650 Spring 2014 – One of the most horrifying events my girlfriend and I faced while living in the Bothell home was the day the poster caught fire in my office.    Tina and I had been witness to a lot of activity the weeks leading up the poster catching fire.    I’m talking about bar stools being thrown.   Our bedroom light was going off and on in the middle of us sleeping.  Loud bangs. Loud footsteps. Door slams and yes one bible catching fire.    All of that happened within a week of the story I’m about to tell.    The advice that was given to us by friends and family was to smudge the house.  The internet said the same thing.  “Smudging lessens the activity.”  Let me tell you smudging never lessened the activity.  It made it worse.   This story is proof of that. The night before the poster caught fire,  I walked up to Tina and asked her if she’d feel comfortable smudging the house.   Tina is an excellent smudge person.  She’s very thorough. The next day we woke and got ourselves ready for work.  Nothing unusual about that morning except the house was smelling like sage.   That’s normal.  Your house should smell like sage if you smudged the night before.   I later found out that smudging before going to bed is dangerous.   Very dangerous!
Tina and I got up that morning and did pretty much what we always do.  We got ready for work.    The feeling of being watched had lessened.   Could the smudging have helped? Hell no!  Thirty-odd minutes later Tina walks up to me and kisses me goodbye.  Now it’s just me in the house.   The only thing on my mind right now is beating Seattle traffic.   A few minutes after I stepped into the shower it happens. Hell happens.  Every fire alarm in the house starts going off.  I’m standing in the doorway of my bathroom half dried thinking oh shit; it’s happening.   I knew right then, and there something was up.  I didn’t know specifically, not yet anyway.   Somethings up though, and it’s not good.  I remember running through the bedroom and suddenly reaching our bedroom doorway.  And that’s when it happened.   All of a sudden I feel a large mass run right by me.    I can’t see what ran pass me. I can only feel it.  It was huge.   All I could hear in addition to the fire alarms going off was this mass stomping.    My eyes and ears turned towards the direction of the stomping noise when all of a sudden the front door of the house opens wide and slams shut.   That’s it.  The door just opens wide on its own and slams shut.    That’s when my brain says give chase Keith, give chase.  But my common sense gene says give chase to what?  We still haven’t determined if someone was in the house.  We haven’t seen anything.  The door just opened and closed on its own.
So I do what my brain says.  I run down the stairs and reach the front door.  I should be able to get a good glimpse of the intruder as he’s leaving the house.    I throw my hand on the front door knob, and nothing happens.  The front door doesn’t open.  Correction – the front door doesn’t budge — not even a centimeter.  I must have fought with the doorknob for about two seconds before realizing that I had a fire somewhere.    Smoke is billowing from the upstairs.   From my office.  I run to my office and there it is ladies and gentlemen.  There’s the fire.   The wall behind my computer desk is on fire – the poster specifically.   How many seconds have transpired between the fire alarm going off and where I’m standing now?   Hmm, thirty seconds maybe.    The first thing I do to kill the fire is toss my damp towel over it.      The fire didn’t put up a fight – it was gone.   I turn and run downstairs again.    The house is filled with smoke.    I get to the front door and try to open the front door again.  Nothing? The door won’t budge.   This is the same door I saw open less than a minute ago.   It feels like it’s been welded shut.     The fire alarms are still wailing in the background.  I can taste the chemicals from my burnt poster in my mouth and nostrils.   And that’s when it dawned on me.   The house is not the one under attack. I am.   Think carefully about Keith; the next few decisions could be your last.  What are you going to do?
I’m probably was in shock at this stage because I remember the events vaguely at this point.   All of a sudden I’m the phone with the 911 operator. I’m screaming to her that my house is on fire.  She’s maintaining her level of professionalism by asking me in a calm “what’s my address?”    Every time I utter my address through the phone large amounts of static breaks out.  I’m talking about serious electrical interference.   We go through this “I can’t hear you, can you repeat your address” dance for about thirty seconds.    Finally, she gets my address and in doing so lets me know that the fire department is on the way.     I hang up and call Tina.  Thank God she answers.   Tina can hear the fire alarms screaming through the phone.    I blurt out to her come back home, come back home the house is under attack!   I hang up.
The front door for reasons I can’t explain finally opened.  It opened within seconds of the fire department arriving.  How ironic.   The firemen dart in and at my urging proceed up towards the office.    They said I did a good job putting the poster fire out.    Tina runs into the house a minute after they arrived and grabs me.  I must have been half naked and shaking like a leaf because all I could remember was Tina throwing blankets over me.   I was shivering and shaking like a wet puppy. I’m not afraid to admit that I was crying and quivering like a baby.    You would have thought somebody had doused me in a tub of ice water.  Cubes and all.  That’s how shaken up I was.   The fire department never could determine what caused the fire.   Tina and I knew.  This is the second fire incident we’d experience.    There will be two more fire incidents in that house in the coming weeks.     When the fire department left all Tina and I had now was each other.   The demons who did this are still here — there snickering at us right now.   Whatever ran pass me in the upstairs hallway had to have been the ringleader.      Neither one of us could think of a solution to our problem.   The only thing left to do now is to contact the Catholic Church.    That’s the only logical thing to do now, right?   Tina and I looked at each other and pretty much had reached the same conclusion.  We’re marching down to the local parish office.  We’re not leaving till someone sees us.
The Bothell Hell House:  Poltergeist of Washington State
By Keith Linder]]> Spring 2014 – One of the most horrifying events my girlfriend and I faced while living in the Bothell home was the day the poster caught fire in my office.    Tina and I had been witness to a lot of activity the weeks leading up the poster catching fire.    I’m talking about bar stools being thrown.   Our bedroom light was going off and on in the middle of us sleeping.  Loud bangs. Loud footsteps. Door slams and yes one bible catching fire.    All of that happened within a week of the story I’m about to tell.    The advice that was given to us by friends and family was to smudge the house.  The internet said the same thing.  “Smudging lessens the activity.”  Let me tell you smudging never lessened the activity.  It made it worse.   This story is proof of that. The night before the poster caught fire,  I walked up to Tina and asked her if she’d feel comfortable smudging the house.   Tina is an excellent smudge person.  She’s very thorough. The next day we woke and got ourselves ready for work.  Nothing unusual about that morning except the house was smelling like sage.   That’s normal.  Your house should smell like sage if you smudged the night before.   I later found out that smudging before going to bed is dangerous.   Very dangerous!
Tina and I got up that morning and did pretty much what we always do.  We got ready for work.    The feeling of being watched had lessened.   Could the smudging have helped? Hell no!  Thirty-odd minutes later Tina walks up to me and kisses me goodbye.  Now it’s just me in the house.   The only thing on my mind right now is beating Seattle traffic.   A few minutes after I stepped into the shower it happens. Hell happens.  Every fire alarm in the house starts going off.  I’m standing in the doorway of my bathroom half dried thinking oh shit; it’s happening.   I knew right then, and there something was up.  I didn’t know specifically, not yet anyway.   Somethings up though, and it’s not good.  I remember running through the bedroom and suddenly reaching our bedroom doorway.  And that’s when it happened.   All of a sudden I feel a large mass run right by me.    I can’t see what ran pass me. I can only feel it.  It was huge.   All I could hear in addition to the fire alarms going off was this mass stomping.    My eyes and ears turned towards the direction of the stomping noise when all of a sudden the front door of the house opens wide and slams shut.   That’s it.  The door just opens wide on its own and slams shut.    That’s when my brain says give chase Keith, give chase.  But my common sense gene says give chase to what?  We still haven’t determined if someone was in the house.  We haven’t seen anything.  The door just opened and closed on its own.
So I do what my brain says.  I run down the stairs and reach the front door.  I should be able to get a good glimpse of the intruder as he’s leaving the house.    I throw my hand on the front door knob, and nothing happens.  The front door doesn’t open.  Correction – the front door doesn’t budge — not even a centimeter.  I must have fought with the doorknob for about two seconds before realizing that I had a fire somewhere.    Smoke is billowing from the upstairs.   From my office.  I run to my office and there it is ladies and gentlemen.  There’s the fire.   The wall behind my computer desk is on fire – the poster specifically.   How many seconds have transpired between the fire alarm going off and where I’m standing now?   Hmm, thirty seconds maybe.    The first thing I do to kill the fire is toss my damp towel over it.      The fire didn’t put up a fight – it was gone.   I turn and run downstairs again.    The house is filled with smoke.    I get to the front door and try to open the front door again.  Nothing? The door won’t budge.   This is the same door I saw open less than a minute ago.   It feels like it’s been welded shut.     The fire alarms are still wailing in the background.  I can taste the chemicals from my burnt poster in my mouth and nostrils.   And that’s when it dawned on me.   The house is not the one under attack. I am.   Think carefully about Keith; the next few decisions could be your last.  What are you going to do?
I’m probably was in shock at this stage because I remember the events vaguely at this point.   All of a sudden I’m the phone with the 911 operator. I’m screaming to her that my house is on fire.  She’s maintaining her level of professionalism by asking me in a calm “what’s my address?”    Every time I utter my address through the phone large amounts of static breaks out.  I’m talking about serious electrical interference.   We go through this “I can’t hear you, can you repeat your address” dance for about thirty seconds.    Finally, she gets my address and in doing so lets me know that the fire department is on the way.     I hang up and call Tina.  Thank God she answers.   Tina can hear the fire alarms screaming through the phone.    I blurt out to her come back home, come back home the house is under attack!   I hang up.
The front door for reasons I can’t explain finally opened.  It opened within seconds of the fire department arriving.  How ironic.   The firemen dart in and at my urging proceed up towards the office.    They said I did a good job putting the poster fire out.    Tina runs into the house a minute after they arrived and grabs me.  I must have been half naked and shaking like a leaf because all I could remember was Tina throwing blankets over me.   I was shivering and shaking like a wet puppy. I’m not afraid to admit that I was crying and quivering like a baby.    You would have thought somebody had doused me in a tub of ice water.  Cubes and all.  That’s how shaken up I was.   The fire department never could determine what caused the fire.   Tina and I knew.  This is the second fire incident we’d experience.    There will be two more fire incidents in that house in the coming weeks.     When the fire department left all Tina and I had now was each other.   The demons who did this are still here — there snickering at us right now.   Whatever ran pass me in the upstairs hallway had to have been the ringleader.      Neither one of us could think of a solution to our problem.   The only thing left to do now is to contact the Catholic Church.    That’s the only logical thing to do now, right?   Tina and I looked at each other and pretty much had reached the same conclusion.  We’re marching down to the local parish office.  We’re not leaving till someone sees us.
The Bothell Hell House:  Poltergeist of Washington State
By Keith Linder]]> https://myghoststory.com/submission-Luv Wed, 12 Jun 2019 15:37:03 +0000 UniKayla14]]> https://myghoststory.com/submission-Luv It answered slowly. YES.  We sighed. We asked," What is your name?". It answered, LUV. "LOVE?" said my sister. NO, it answered. "LOOVE?" said my cousin. YES. So it was Luv, or Loove. We asked when it died, and it said 34. It died at 59. It was a seamstress. Its wife was PoPo, and its favorite animal and food was both poop. My sister laughed so loud at these answers. It said it was a good spirit. Then we asked the past lives. I was Rebecca Weff who died at 16.I was famous for the age I died at and was an assassin. I was a nurse and took sword fighting. It was a random mix of things, but it was funny and cool. My sister was Edgar Allen Poe and my cousin was Margaret Stdf. She was killed by Edgar Allen Poe. I laughed. It was so cool. Another story will say my ZOZO encounter. Look for it soon!]]> It answered slowly. YES.  We sighed. We asked," What is your name?". It answered, LUV. "LOVE?" said my sister. NO, it answered. "LOOVE?" said my cousin. YES. So it was Luv, or Loove. We asked when it died, and it said 34. It died at 59. It was a seamstress. Its wife was PoPo, and its favorite animal and food was both poop. My sister laughed so loud at these answers. It said it was a good spirit. Then we asked the past lives. I was Rebecca Weff who died at 16.I was famous for the age I died at and was an assassin. I was a nurse and took sword fighting. It was a random mix of things, but it was funny and cool. My sister was Edgar Allen Poe and my cousin was Margaret Stdf. She was killed by Edgar Allen Poe. I laughed. It was so cool. Another story will say my ZOZO encounter. Look for it soon!]]> https://myghoststory.com/submission-Abandoned-Union-Bleachery-Miill Fri, 31 May 2019 03:15:35 +0000 ivory taylor]]> https://myghoststory.com/submission-Abandoned-Union-Bleachery-Miill
It is an old abandoned textile mill located on old Buncombe Rd in Greenville,SC that closed back in 2003 because of an unknown mysterious fire that took place. In 2017 the Abandoned property caught on fire again leaving only half of a building. This abandoned mill is known to be one of the most contaminated abandoned ruins in the state of south carolina. Young adults and teenagers till this today explore this abandoned property because of its outstanding beautifull views and history behind the mill.

RUMORS are being said that a mysterious light, apparitions or shadowy figures take human form, and an humanoid creature with all fours can be seen at 12am or mid night at the mill. Some even said it would be Aliens or unknown creatures that were hiding for years.

Some believe that whatever it is, Could have started the 2017 Large unknown fire of Cons Mill/Union Bleachery.


Some teenagers have heard screaming and "Help" Sounds coming from the under ground cave where homeless people now live. Some even believe if you stay overnight around 12am to midnight you can hear Mill workers having conversations but no one to be found or seen.

BE Careful. THIS IS TRUE FACTUAL STORIES.]]>
It is an old abandoned textile mill located on old Buncombe Rd in Greenville,SC that closed back in 2003 because of an unknown mysterious fire that took place. In 2017 the Abandoned property caught on fire again leaving only half of a building. This abandoned mill is known to be one of the most contaminated abandoned ruins in the state of south carolina. Young adults and teenagers till this today explore this abandoned property because of its outstanding beautifull views and history behind the mill.

RUMORS are being said that a mysterious light, apparitions or shadowy figures take human form, and an humanoid creature with all fours can be seen at 12am or mid night at the mill. Some even said it would be Aliens or unknown creatures that were hiding for years.

Some believe that whatever it is, Could have started the 2017 Large unknown fire of Cons Mill/Union Bleachery.


Some teenagers have heard screaming and "Help" Sounds coming from the under ground cave where homeless people now live. Some even believe if you stay overnight around 12am to midnight you can hear Mill workers having conversations but no one to be found or seen.

BE Careful. THIS IS TRUE FACTUAL STORIES.]]> https://myghoststory.com/submission-Rumors Tue, 21 May 2019 23:53:45 +0000 reynaldideleon1986]]> https://myghoststory.com/submission-Rumors
Then I turned off the Television almost close to midnight and stood by the window where the mysterious star had disappeared. It was a scary and creepy silent moment that night. That's when all of a sudden as I was sitting at the side of the window near the kitchen door in the living room, the whole kitchen room lit up in flames, or a red light appear for about 1 to 2 seconds then it disappeared quickly. Whoever was inside of the flaming Portal came out in an invisible form and dragged one of my living room chairs five feet across the room!

My whole face and body turned pale that's when my parents came running out of there rooms and found me shaken up that was the very first time in my whole life that I was committed into a psychiatric hospital on December 4, 1980. By the end of 1985 God spread a rumor about me with the rappers Run DMC from Hollis, Queens, N.Y. because in the early 1970's and in 1980, I saw a vision about Jesus Christ and Our Heavenly Father Yahweh that they were married to there spouses.

That's when God started a rumor about me on January 1, 1986 with the rappers Run DMC, and the name of the song was called Raising Hell, Kings from Queens.
The producers who started the rumor with God were Jam Master Jay (of Run D.M.C.); Rick Rubin; Run (of Run D.M.C.); Russell Simmons, and don't forget Darryl McDaniel DMC. I was under the suspicion and confident that it was God himself who started that rumor. Since October 31, 1980 he was tormenting me until January 1, 1986 six years of spiritual abuse. The abuse kept going on, until this very present day.

I didn't know where to go for help or who to talk to, so on May 11, 1986 I decided to end my life by overdosing on my very own medications that God labeled me with since December 4, 1980. It was God himself who started that rumor with Rappers Run DMC, separated them, then instigated the murder On October 30, 2002 the night when Jason Mizell, Jam Master Jay of Run DMC was murdered!

Below are the hospital records and the True Story of my Book Rumors on my website that you need to investigate.

The Methodist Hospital Department of Radiology Report of Roentgen Examination.
MRN: 4292215
Patient ID: 285351
Billing#: 35904150
Birth or Age: 5/3/63
Doctor: Bavetta, Ludwig MD
Reyes, Reynaldo
Location: er
Case#: 114820
Arrival time & date: 3:09pm May 11, 1986
Date Report Printed: 2:44pm Monday, May 12th, 1986
Date Initially Printed: 2:44pm May 12, 1986
Chest, AP portable, eract
A nasogastric tube and EKG pads are noted.
The thorax is symmetrical; the trachea is in the midline.The hilar shadows and bronchovascular markings are normal in extent. Both lungs are clear. The diaphragm shadows and costophrenic angles are normal. The heart and aorta show no abnormality in size, configuration in size configuration and position.
IMPRESSION: Study of the chest within normal limits.

AMO Samuel R. Ramoutar, M.D.
Upon request I will take a lie detector test and email you all of my medical records for solid evidence.

Name: Reynaldo Reyes

Website: http://www.JamMasterJaysUnsolvedDeath.com

RUMORS is Based On True Events...
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Then I turned off the Television almost close to midnight and stood by the window where the mysterious star had disappeared. It was a scary and creepy silent moment that night. That's when all of a sudden as I was sitting at the side of the window near the kitchen door in the living room, the whole kitchen room lit up in flames, or a red light appear for about 1 to 2 seconds then it disappeared quickly. Whoever was inside of the flaming Portal came out in an invisible form and dragged one of my living room chairs five feet across the room!

My whole face and body turned pale that's when my parents came running out of there rooms and found me shaken up that was the very first time in my whole life that I was committed into a psychiatric hospital on December 4, 1980. By the end of 1985 God spread a rumor about me with the rappers Run DMC from Hollis, Queens, N.Y. because in the early 1970's and in 1980, I saw a vision about Jesus Christ and Our Heavenly Father Yahweh that they were married to there spouses.

That's when God started a rumor about me on January 1, 1986 with the rappers Run DMC, and the name of the song was called Raising Hell, Kings from Queens.
The producers who started the rumor with God were Jam Master Jay (of Run D.M.C.); Rick Rubin; Run (of Run D.M.C.); Russell Simmons, and don't forget Darryl McDaniel DMC. I was under the suspicion and confident that it was God himself who started that rumor. Since October 31, 1980 he was tormenting me until January 1, 1986 six years of spiritual abuse. The abuse kept going on, until this very present day.

I didn't know where to go for help or who to talk to, so on May 11, 1986 I decided to end my life by overdosing on my very own medications that God labeled me with since December 4, 1980. It was God himself who started that rumor with Rappers Run DMC, separated them, then instigated the murder On October 30, 2002 the night when Jason Mizell, Jam Master Jay of Run DMC was murdered!

Below are the hospital records and the True Story of my Book Rumors on my website that you need to investigate.

The Methodist Hospital Department of Radiology Report of Roentgen Examination.
MRN: 4292215
Patient ID: 285351
Billing#: 35904150
Birth or Age: 5/3/63
Doctor: Bavetta, Ludwig MD
Reyes, Reynaldo
Location: er
Case#: 114820
Arrival time & date: 3:09pm May 11, 1986
Date Report Printed: 2:44pm Monday, May 12th, 1986
Date Initially Printed: 2:44pm May 12, 1986
Chest, AP portable, eract
A nasogastric tube and EKG pads are noted.
The thorax is symmetrical; the trachea is in the midline.The hilar shadows and bronchovascular markings are normal in extent. Both lungs are clear. The diaphragm shadows and costophrenic angles are normal. The heart and aorta show no abnormality in size, configuration in size configuration and position.
IMPRESSION: Study of the chest within normal limits.

AMO Samuel R. Ramoutar, M.D.
Upon request I will take a lie detector test and email you all of my medical records for solid evidence.

Name: Reynaldo Reyes

Website: http://www.JamMasterJaysUnsolvedDeath.com

RUMORS is Based On True Events...
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(Size:160.49 KB / Downloads:1652) ]]> https://myghoststory.com/submission-Silver-Frozen-Silence-and-Blue Sat, 18 May 2019 00:45:36 +0000 lady_ghosthunter]]> https://myghoststory.com/submission-Silver-Frozen-Silence-and-Blue When one creates something of value to them, they put their 'life force' into an object-whether it be love, hate, anger, lust, or want. Most of the people who create such objects have dealt with many varying types of dysfunction in lives and don't know how to truly control what is inside, no matter how much therapy they receive to try to control their minds. 

I'm an artist and my life has been a pit of living hell. I've dealt with varying kinds of abuse, neglect, narcissism, and negativity from family that should not have happened. 

But it did. 

When you cannot channel all the pain you've ever felt, it manifests into objects sometimes without your knowledge. With such manifestations, it's a subtle sort of poltergeist activity you bring to your beloved piece of work. 
You wish for the artwork to "live", to "breathe", to "be".

Please meet "Silver, Frozen Silence, and Blue", my haunted artwork. I call him "Blue" for short.

Blue was the second drawing I made of a very well known professional wrestler. I loved the expression that was captured in a photograph and drew it on black paper colored with Prismacolors. I put my heart and soul into him, recoloring and touching up his eyes with pen until he was perfect. He is now perfect.
However, he belongs to someone else as I have promised him to the wrestler I drew him from. The wrestler has acknowledged it was his in every way. 

It was not until I ran a spirit box with a friend that I found out Blue was his own entity. He answered questions and called me, "Mother". He is neither evil nor malicious-only a protector for me. I wasn't shocked when I heard his voice...one never is when something is loved enough to become a cherished piece of your life.

Am I crazy? No. No one who has dealt with horrors and dysfunction isn't crazy. It was not my choice to have him come to life; it was his. Blue is currently on my art desk in a plastic protector to shield him from dirt and other ilk.

What am I not saying? A lot. All I can do is share this with you, dear reader, and let you come to your own conclusions.
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(Size:59.62 KB / Downloads:1018) ]]> When one creates something of value to them, they put their 'life force' into an object-whether it be love, hate, anger, lust, or want. Most of the people who create such objects have dealt with many varying types of dysfunction in lives and don't know how to truly control what is inside, no matter how much therapy they receive to try to control their minds. 

I'm an artist and my life has been a pit of living hell. I've dealt with varying kinds of abuse, neglect, narcissism, and negativity from family that should not have happened. 

But it did. 

When you cannot channel all the pain you've ever felt, it manifests into objects sometimes without your knowledge. With such manifestations, it's a subtle sort of poltergeist activity you bring to your beloved piece of work. 
You wish for the artwork to "live", to "breathe", to "be".

Please meet "Silver, Frozen Silence, and Blue", my haunted artwork. I call him "Blue" for short.

Blue was the second drawing I made of a very well known professional wrestler. I loved the expression that was captured in a photograph and drew it on black paper colored with Prismacolors. I put my heart and soul into him, recoloring and touching up his eyes with pen until he was perfect. He is now perfect.
However, he belongs to someone else as I have promised him to the wrestler I drew him from. The wrestler has acknowledged it was his in every way. 

It was not until I ran a spirit box with a friend that I found out Blue was his own entity. He answered questions and called me, "Mother". He is neither evil nor malicious-only a protector for me. I wasn't shocked when I heard his voice...one never is when something is loved enough to become a cherished piece of your life.

Am I crazy? No. No one who has dealt with horrors and dysfunction isn't crazy. It was not my choice to have him come to life; it was his. Blue is currently on my art desk in a plastic protector to shield him from dirt and other ilk.

What am I not saying? A lot. All I can do is share this with you, dear reader, and let you come to your own conclusions.
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About 18 years ago, I moved into a house with three friends, two of whom were witches. The house was out in the country, about an hour west of the Monterey Bay, in California. It was a good sized house, about 4000 square feet, set on what had been a horse ranch. Very quiet and very dark at night, since there were no city or street lights.

Something never felt “right” about the place. I always seemed to be on edge there. We had been on the property for about a week, when one of my friends started telling us about the translucent male she had scene standing in the doorway to her bedroom. She wasn’t frightened, more curious. She said she tried to speak to him, but he turned and disappeared.

Odd things began happening around the house. Doors would close and lock that could only be locked after they were closed. We learned quickly to make sure we always had our keys on us, even if we were only stepping into the patio. There was always a feeling of being watched, and thing would disappear and reappear days later in other parts of the house.

My friend continued to see the man, usually as he entered or left other rooms in the house, or in the garage. About a month after he. Was first scene, she told me that she saw him go into my bedroom. I checked my room and nothing seemed out of place or missing I’d seen spirits before, and had been dealing with them for 20 odd years at that point, so I didn’t think anything of it.

A couple of nights later I went to bed late. I had been asleep about an hour, when I awoke with an overpowering sense of dread, and what I can only describe as pure hate. I lasted there for just a moment and turned over. That’s when I saw the biggest orb I had ever physically seen. It was about the size of a softball, and glowing a red-ish color, and was bright enough to illuminate part of the room. Slowly it moved from the door, past the foot of my bed and through the opposite wall.

I laid there for a second before jumping out of bed and turning on the lights. A friend who was still up went out with me to see if anyone was around, but everything was quiet and dark.

I never felt welcome in the house after that, and each of my friends began to feel the same way. We were to wanted there. About a month later, we moved out, and never looked back. To this day I don’t know anything about the homes history, or of anything happening on the land. What I do know is that the orb experience was one of the few times I felt really very spooked and unnerved.]]>
About 18 years ago, I moved into a house with three friends, two of whom were witches. The house was out in the country, about an hour west of the Monterey Bay, in California. It was a good sized house, about 4000 square feet, set on what had been a horse ranch. Very quiet and very dark at night, since there were no city or street lights.

Something never felt “right” about the place. I always seemed to be on edge there. We had been on the property for about a week, when one of my friends started telling us about the translucent male she had scene standing in the doorway to her bedroom. She wasn’t frightened, more curious. She said she tried to speak to him, but he turned and disappeared.

Odd things began happening around the house. Doors would close and lock that could only be locked after they were closed. We learned quickly to make sure we always had our keys on us, even if we were only stepping into the patio. There was always a feeling of being watched, and thing would disappear and reappear days later in other parts of the house.

My friend continued to see the man, usually as he entered or left other rooms in the house, or in the garage. About a month after he. Was first scene, she told me that she saw him go into my bedroom. I checked my room and nothing seemed out of place or missing I’d seen spirits before, and had been dealing with them for 20 odd years at that point, so I didn’t think anything of it.

A couple of nights later I went to bed late. I had been asleep about an hour, when I awoke with an overpowering sense of dread, and what I can only describe as pure hate. I lasted there for just a moment and turned over. That’s when I saw the biggest orb I had ever physically seen. It was about the size of a softball, and glowing a red-ish color, and was bright enough to illuminate part of the room. Slowly it moved from the door, past the foot of my bed and through the opposite wall.

I laid there for a second before jumping out of bed and turning on the lights. A friend who was still up went out with me to see if anyone was around, but everything was quiet and dark.

I never felt welcome in the house after that, and each of my friends began to feel the same way. We were to wanted there. About a month later, we moved out, and never looked back. To this day I don’t know anything about the homes history, or of anything happening on the land. What I do know is that the orb experience was one of the few times I felt really very spooked and unnerved.]]> https://myghoststory.com/submission-My-newborn-baby-was-moved-from-his-crib-to-under-his-crib Thu, 28 Mar 2019 03:01:29 +0000 RJCoxParanormal]]> https://myghoststory.com/submission-My-newborn-baby-was-moved-from-his-crib-to-under-his-crib
My mother would stand by the door and listen to me "talking" to him (even though he was dead),  I don't remember the extent of our conversations, at the time.  I do however, remember after a while, my mother would come in and tell me I had to go to bed.  His bedroom was located off the kitchen, and there was 2 entrances to his room, through the kitchen, and from the front porch.  The door on the front porch was always locked, and my mother had put a lock on the door from the kitchen side because I guess she didn't think it was healthy for me to talk to him anymore (My mother is Catholic).  Before I knew it, my mother remarried, and we went to live with her new husband and his children in their house several suburbs away.  My mother rented out our house as extra income.

I loved our new life, and loved the fact that I had a 'new' dad, and 2 step brothers and a step sister.  I felt like this was the first time I had seen my mother happy.  

I was 13 years old, when I started seeing and hearing things in my room  (My mother was married for 4yrs by this time).  I didn't transition into teenage life so well, and I struggled socially, I rebelled against everything my family were doing, I refused to listen to simple instructions in school, and I just couldn't understand why I couldn't get it together.  My life took a turn for the worst.  Things in the household became a blur.  My eldest Step Brother was a dirty rotten bastard and did things to me that were uncomprehendable.   I knew I couldn't talk to my mum about things, as she just wasn't interested in being a mother anymore.  All she cared about was my Step Father (who I love dearly), and his rotten children.  I felt alone and very very depressed.  As soon as I turned old enough, I moved out.

When I turned 18, I inherited my Great uncles house that he had left me when he died.  I had gone to his grave and wrote him a huge 8 page letter on how much I really missed him, and how I wish he could let me know he was with me.  I needed him so much.  I stuck it to his headstone and left in tears.  I had lived in his house and saw many apparitions of him over the course of 2 months.  I wanted to travel, so I decided I would sell the house, travel the world, and come home and decide what I wanted to do with myself.  The first country I arrived in was the good ole U.S.A.  I fell in love with her, and decided I would one day come back to live.  On this trip, I met and fell in love with my husband.  He was a Military man and and we met by shear chance.  Of course I left to travel to England and around Europe, but found I left my heart in America.  I returned, got married, and applied for dual citizenship.  Before I knew it, I was pregnant.  We were so happy.  My husband had to deploy 3 weeks after the birth of our son. We named him after my Great Uncle who's name was Justin.  Our son had extreme colic reflux until he was 4 months old, and I wasn't getting enough sleep as he would wake up every 15 mins or so screaming.  The Drs told me to lay him on my chest because the elevation would stop the acid from splashing up and burning him.  I remember waking up one night and found that my son wasn't on my chest.  I felt around me and checked on the floor beside the bed to see if he had fallen off.  I couldn't feel him.  I jumped up and turned on the light, he wasn't anywhere, and he wasn't in his crib.  I knew I lacked sleep, but I know me, I know I would've felt or remembered putting him somewhere.  I just couldn't find him.  I checked the front and back doors, I checked the windows, I checked everywhere.  I was shaking because I didn't know where my son went.  I sat down on the edge of the bed and tried to think.  All of a sudden, something told me to look over at his crib, here he was sound asleep UNDER his crib sleeping on his stomach with his blanket over him to his shoulders keeping him warm.  The tears I shed that night was uncontrollable, all of my fears were laid to rest seeing him there sleeping peacefully.  I looked him over to make sure he was ok, he didnt wake or even budge (he was alive lol), I left him there, because somehow, I knew it was my Great uncle letting me know he is still with me and watching over us, I think my Great Uncle just wanted me to get some sleep so he decided he would take a shift for me so I could whether this colic reflux storm.  I have never seen my Great Uncle again, however, I just know he is still watching over us...]]>
My mother would stand by the door and listen to me "talking" to him (even though he was dead),  I don't remember the extent of our conversations, at the time.  I do however, remember after a while, my mother would come in and tell me I had to go to bed.  His bedroom was located off the kitchen, and there was 2 entrances to his room, through the kitchen, and from the front porch.  The door on the front porch was always locked, and my mother had put a lock on the door from the kitchen side because I guess she didn't think it was healthy for me to talk to him anymore (My mother is Catholic).  Before I knew it, my mother remarried, and we went to live with her new husband and his children in their house several suburbs away.  My mother rented out our house as extra income.

I loved our new life, and loved the fact that I had a 'new' dad, and 2 step brothers and a step sister.  I felt like this was the first time I had seen my mother happy.  

I was 13 years old, when I started seeing and hearing things in my room  (My mother was married for 4yrs by this time).  I didn't transition into teenage life so well, and I struggled socially, I rebelled against everything my family were doing, I refused to listen to simple instructions in school, and I just couldn't understand why I couldn't get it together.  My life took a turn for the worst.  Things in the household became a blur.  My eldest Step Brother was a dirty rotten bastard and did things to me that were uncomprehendable.   I knew I couldn't talk to my mum about things, as she just wasn't interested in being a mother anymore.  All she cared about was my Step Father (who I love dearly), and his rotten children.  I felt alone and very very depressed.  As soon as I turned old enough, I moved out.

When I turned 18, I inherited my Great uncles house that he had left me when he died.  I had gone to his grave and wrote him a huge 8 page letter on how much I really missed him, and how I wish he could let me know he was with me.  I needed him so much.  I stuck it to his headstone and left in tears.  I had lived in his house and saw many apparitions of him over the course of 2 months.  I wanted to travel, so I decided I would sell the house, travel the world, and come home and decide what I wanted to do with myself.  The first country I arrived in was the good ole U.S.A.  I fell in love with her, and decided I would one day come back to live.  On this trip, I met and fell in love with my husband.  He was a Military man and and we met by shear chance.  Of course I left to travel to England and around Europe, but found I left my heart in America.  I returned, got married, and applied for dual citizenship.  Before I knew it, I was pregnant.  We were so happy.  My husband had to deploy 3 weeks after the birth of our son. We named him after my Great Uncle who's name was Justin.  Our son had extreme colic reflux until he was 4 months old, and I wasn't getting enough sleep as he would wake up every 15 mins or so screaming.  The Drs told me to lay him on my chest because the elevation would stop the acid from splashing up and burning him.  I remember waking up one night and found that my son wasn't on my chest.  I felt around me and checked on the floor beside the bed to see if he had fallen off.  I couldn't feel him.  I jumped up and turned on the light, he wasn't anywhere, and he wasn't in his crib.  I knew I lacked sleep, but I know me, I know I would've felt or remembered putting him somewhere.  I just couldn't find him.  I checked the front and back doors, I checked the windows, I checked everywhere.  I was shaking because I didn't know where my son went.  I sat down on the edge of the bed and tried to think.  All of a sudden, something told me to look over at his crib, here he was sound asleep UNDER his crib sleeping on his stomach with his blanket over him to his shoulders keeping him warm.  The tears I shed that night was uncontrollable, all of my fears were laid to rest seeing him there sleeping peacefully.  I looked him over to make sure he was ok, he didnt wake or even budge (he was alive lol), I left him there, because somehow, I knew it was my Great uncle letting me know he is still with me and watching over us, I think my Great Uncle just wanted me to get some sleep so he decided he would take a shift for me so I could whether this colic reflux storm.  I have never seen my Great Uncle again, however, I just know he is still watching over us...]]>