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“I Lived in a Haunted House”

“I Lived in a Haunted House”

Or, What Made me Believe in Ghosts

I’m not the kind of person who looks for evidence of the supernatural. I love to read and write about it. My favorite TV shows all have paranormal and supernatural themes (Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Vampire Diaries, Teen Wolf), but I never had a concrete stance on whether ghosts are real until I moved into a haunted house.

In 2008 my husband, our daughter, and I moved to Ogden, Utah into a sixty-plus-year-old home. We were native southern Californians and this was our first experience living in the Beehive State. My husband’s job transferred him to nearby Roy and we were excited to find a cheap house within fifteen minutes of his office.

The house has a main floor plus a full basement that can be used as a “grandma apartment” with its own kitchenette and bathroom, and an attic with two bedrooms and a bathroom. Though there were only three of us, it was perfect. We could have a playroom for our daughter, a rumpus room downstairs, and both my husband and I could have our own home offices. I loved it.

Haunted House
The basement is level with the car. The main floor is in brick. The attic is above that. The garages are in the back.

The first unusual experience happened almost immediately. At the rear of the property was an older garage with a much newer garage addition built onto the side. I adopted the older garage, but when we moved in it looked like it hadn’t been used in decades. It was coated with dust and cobwebs. Someone had dug their own mechanic’s pit into the ground and miscellaneous car parts and shop tools were rusting in drawers and cabinets. The first thing I did was cover the mechanic’s pit and clear out the space from top to bottom so I could park my car inside without being afraid of breathing in the Hanta virus.

Old Garage
What the garages looked like before we moved in. The old one is to the right. You can see part of the newer addition on the left.

After a rough day of cleaning I was standing in the doorway of the old garage and I saw a man behind me, to my right, on the edge of my peripheral vision. Scared that a nosy neighbor had snuck up on me, I spun around. No one was there.

My little girl is standing in the same spot I was when I saw someone who wasn't really there.
My little girl is standing in the same spot I was when I saw someone who wasn’t really there. The old garage is on the left. The newer one is to the right.

The kitchen on the main floor didn’t usually have any supernatural or scary vibes. But one day my three-year-old daughter and I returned to an empty house. With her in the lead, we rounded a corner into the kitchen. Something by the windows caught her eye and she called out, “Hi, ghost.”

I'm writing at the kitchen table in front of the windows where my daughter saw someone.
I’m writing at the kitchen table in front of the windows where my daughter saw someone.

There was no one in the house but us and I didn’t see anything. When I asked her what she’d seen to make her say that she didn’t want to talk about it.

My daughter is making a potion with her grandma while I cook dinner in front of the windows that spooked my little girl.
My daughter is making a potion with her grandma while I cook dinner in front of the windows that spooked my little girl.

The worst area of the house, though, was the attic. When we bought the property the previous owners, who’d only lived there two years, had been using the adorable attic bedrooms—with their hand built shelves, wood paneling, and sloping ceilings—as storage space. I couldn’t understand why!

As soon as we moved in I swept the two rooms and spread out my daughter’s impressive toy collection, made curtains for the windows, and lay down large play rugs. I couldn’t wait to spend hours of fun, imaginative play in there.

Except no one ever wanted to go up there.

The attic. Here is my daughter and her friend playing in the pirate ship playroom I made for her (complete with canvas sail and freestanding ship's wheel). This is the room my brother slept in. Once.
The attic. Here is my daughter and her friend playing in the pirate ship playroom I made for her (complete with canvas sail and freestanding ship’s wheel). This is the room my brother slept in. Once. See the light spot in the background?

One reason, which has nothing to do with the paranormal is, heat rises. During the summer the attic was the hottest level of the house. Beyond that, though, I always got a bad feeling up there. The stairs leading into the attic were narrow, steep, and covered in thick green carpet. I slipped on them at least a dozen times in the three years we lived there. My daughter fell so badly once, while carrying a play set down, that she still remembers it six years later. When I used those stairs I purposefully gripped the banister tight and planted my feet solidly on each step because it became an almost certainty that if I wasn’t paying attention I’d slip. Especially on the way down.

And the attic stairs were always cold. Winter or summer, it didn’t matter; they were colder than the rest of the house.

All those toys in the attic used to power on constantly and randomly. My daughter still has a lot of battery powered toys and I can honestly say, except for Zhu-Zhu pets that come on if something touches them, none of them power on by themselves. None. But in the attic, toys would sing and light up and talk without human interference all the time. We just got used to hearing the little piano start playing music, or the animatronic bear say, “I love you,” or the electronic book sing the Alphabet Song. At any time of the day or night.

When we had overnight guests I set them up in the attic. They would have privacy and their own bathroom. So when my brother came to stay for Thanksgiving I made a place for him in the attic. I didn’t say anything to him about the strange feelings I got up there because I didn’t think he’d believe me and I also didn’t want to influence him. Maybe it was just me.

Haunted House Edited
The red arrow points to the attic window of the room my brother slept in. The blue arrow points to my brother, yes, but also the front door I heard open and close from my spot in the basement below.

The next morning he described his night spent in my attic. First, the plastic vanity against the wall turned on and flashed its lights and played a bright, tinny melody. He hadn’t touched it, even by accident. Once he’d actually fallen asleep he said he woke up to a man bending over him, his twisted and angry face inches from my brother’s.

My brother wouldn’t sleep in the attic again after that. When he visited next time he slept on the pull-out couch in the basement and was much happier.

The final incident I can share happened over the summer when my mother-in-law, sister-in-law, and nephew were visiting. Because it was hot we were all chatting in the rumpus room in the basement. We were directly under the main floor living room.

Keep in mind our house was older and had a lot of wood floors. It made noise—pops and creaks—all the time as it settled, expanded, and constricted in different temperatures. But that day I heard the front door open and close.  My husband always came home through that door, never the basement door, so I knew who it had to be. I remember leaning back my head onto the couch and following the sound of his footsteps as they crossed from the door to our bedroom on the other side of the house.

Excited, I announced, “Sounds like he’s home.” I rushed upstairs to greet him, but the house was empty. The front door was still locked. There was no car in the driveway except mine. There was no one there.

I still haven’t researched the property or its previous owners. Half of me is scared I’ll find nothing. The other half is afraid I’ll discover I was living in some hellish murder house. But I have never had any other supernatural experiences in any other home I’ve ever lived in, and because of my husband’s job I’ve lived in nine different homes since we got engaged.

By the time we moved away that adorable playroom in the attic I’d spent so much time decorating was being used for storage and no one ever went up there unless they had to.

<3 Anna

An Account of a Night in a Haunted Hotel

An Account of a Night in a Haunted Hotel

Or, Do You Believe In Ghosts?

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The Mirror in the Last Haunted Hotel

Written by Benjamin Radford in 2017

It was just before two in the morning; the place smelled old and I wasn’t much fresher. I stood quiet and still, alone at the top of the carpeted stairs in one of the most famous Old West–related haunted houses in America: the St. James Hotel in the small town of Cimmarron. It’s in northern New Mexico not far from the Colorado state line.

The historic hotel, built in 1872 as the Lambert Inn, was a prominent stopover for various gold-fevered prospectors and assorted ne’er-do-wells headed west. A parade of rooming outlaws and lawmen added to the hotel’s legend, including Wyatt Earp, Jesse James, Buffalo Bill Cody, and Annie Oakley. Jesse James was said to favor room 14, for example, and today most of the rooms are named for the gunslinging celebrity who allegedly quartered there.

The two-story St. James has kept maintenance in that historic part of the hotel to a bare minimum; the wallpaper is peeling, the doors are scratched, the blood-red carpet and wooden floors are worn. There are modern rooms on the property, but if you want a taste of the Old West and to imagine what it was like to stay there in the 1800s, it’s about as close as you’re going to get. Most of the furniture is antique—or at least quasi-antique—if not from that exact era, with allowances made for modern fire code regulations and minor amenities. A large mirror sits near the top of the stairs. Despite its pocked and blistered silvering, it is in good shape for its age and has surely held the reflections of countless farriers and farmers, harlots and handymen, gunslingers and ghost hunters who roomed there.

The bar of the St. James Hotel.

I’d spent much of the past eighteen hours investigating the grounds, interviewing people, doing historical research at the local library, photographing the area, cataloging claims, reviewing evidence, and taking notes. I’d spent much of the past eighteen years doing more or less the same thing in dozens of other supposedly spooky locations in North America and around the world. Though approaching each new mystery with an open mind and a boyish investigative eagerness to find ghosts and solve mysteries, I had to admit, in this hotel and at this late hour, to a certain numbness, a discouraged cumulative emotional and intellectual exhaustion with evidence that never seemed to improve, no matter the location, reputation, or particulars. It’s a sea of teasing second- and third-hand stories seemingly accepted as self-evident documentary evidence, a litany of twice-told tales “confirmed” by psychic visions, “feelings,” and sciencey Radio Shack beepy things.

I’d seen mirrors in many supposedly haunted locations associated with some ghostly lore—though I hadn’t come across any tales at the St. James related to that particular mirror—and I’d seen cases where mirrors played a role in explaining some ghost sightings. I was curious to see if there were any odd reflections one might mistake for a ghostly image that could be created by a camera flash. I took a handful of test photos, including a few of myself in the mirror. As the sharp click of the shutter faded and the flash burst slowly left my eyes, I met my mirrored gaze and grew, pardon the word, reflective.

I’d paced the decaying halls for an hour searching for any unusual or (seemingly) supernatural phenomenon. As my mind wandered, I wondered what I should look for. I’d read and heard about specific scary events at the St. James (of varying degrees of credibility), but none had manifested themselves to my skeptical eye or equipment. Many of those ghost stories were anonymous anecdotes from a time before the area had electricity—century-and-a-half-old reports of ghostly goings-on, vengeful spirits, and murderous mayhem, all clearly rooted in folklore.

I wondered what would genuinely frighten me. As a longtime movie buff (and the director of two short films), I have developed an eye for how directors and cinematographers frame their shots. TV and film scenes are a series of carefully composed images. A scene’s lighting, camera angle, color, actor blocking (positioning), focus, and many other elements are carefully considered and chosen to achieve a specific effect and reaction from an audience: suspense, surprise, humor, and so on.

It was likely much easier to be scared in the years before the light of science chased the shadows from the dark corners of the world. Our (Western) forefathers lived not so long ago in a world populated by unseen malevolent spirits such as fairies, vampires, and witches. Fear has its roots in the unknown, and as more and more is known about the world around us (ranging from mapping remote lands to understanding germ theory), it stands to reason that the world becomes less and less frightening. Fearsome monsters once rumored to roam South America and Africa or lurk in the murky depths of the oceans are now known not to exist. There is of course a cryptozoology-influenced middle ground, but most modern monsters are all too human and largely created by the news media: school shooters, candy-bearing pedophiles, foreign terrorists, and so on. We have become passive consumers of other people’s interpretations and depictions of what we fear—or are expected to fear—and much of that is visual.

The haunted hallway in the St. James Hotel.

This careful staging for visual clarity and maximum effect is most obvious in scenes where actors are sitting around a dinner table and are carefully positioned so that none have their back fully to the camera or are blocking other actors. Once you begin to notice it, it’s hard to miss the family or group unnaturally sitting around a table in a C-shaped semicircle so that the camera can see what they’re doing. By recognizing (and trying to strip away) the artificial cinematic conventions of ghosts, demons, and the supernatural from our expectations about the real world, we can try to imagine what agenuinely supernatural experience might be like. There is no reason to expect that genuinely supernatural creatures or entities would hew closely to our mass-media-mediated expectations of them.

As I stood at the top of the stairs, I tried to picture what I might see in the mirror in one of the region’s most famous haunted houses that might startle or frighten me—something that would nudge the needle of my internal Skeptometer into the Believer zone, no matter how slightly or briefly. Like many people, I endorse the famous X-Files phrase “I Want to Believe.” I do want to believe—but more so I want to know; belief by itself is cheap, as cheap and transient as doubt. What’s important is understanding the reasons and evidence that make a claim plausible or dubious. I wanted something real, something profound and soul-shaking and unmistakable, to occur. Not some later-noticed and tortuously enhanced small flash reflection orb in the corner of some photo, one mild “anomaly” among hundreds. Not some ambiguous dark blur or “shadow figure” whose origin as a long exposure is obvious to photographers and skeptics (but apparently few others).

No, I wanted something real, something both intellectually and emotionally compelling, something I hadn’t seen dozens of times before. Something that would make me question reality, make me doubt my experience-informed, science-based, heretofore generally negative conclusions about the quality of the evidence for ghosts.

I didn’t want to let my imagination run wild—after all, it was dark and so late it was early, and I was tired. I’d had a long drive and not enough coffee. I was all too familiar with the dynamics of psychological priming and suggestion at spooky locations, certainly enough to know that I’m not immune to it. As Richard Feynman sagely noted, a cardinal rule of science is that “you must not fool yourself, and you are the easiest person to fool.”

Still, as my heavy-lidded gaze slowly shifted from spot to spot around the mirror, changing focus in the sickly yellowish glow cast by hallway light bulbs, a few visions came into my head. Bloody Mary was the most obvious, the most famous mirror-based ghost story. I pictured her suddenly appearing in the silvered gleam and reaching out toward my face with the classic, dramatic cliché of a pallid outstretched hand and filthy, cracked nails preparing to exact revenge upon the living—me, in this case, I assume—for daring to summon her.

Or maybe, I mused, like the Hispanic ghost La Llorona—and as in Kubrick’s The Shining—she’d appear as a beautiful woman before suddenly turning terrifying. Or would the ghost be closer to Sadako (Ringu), the long-maned Japanese girl who might climb out of the mirror and slowly, inexorably crawl toward me over the worn wooden floor in muted blue cathode-ray light of unknown origin?

I sought a pure, genuinely foreign experience, something unmistakably supernatural that could not be the product of a tired mind, a mild hallucination, or a half-forgotten memory of a scary film scene. It makes sense that our primal fears draw from our familiar bodies and lives, of course; Stephen King understands this and has mined deep fears from the ordinary for decades. If cats feared ghosts, those feline phantoms would surely have tails and walk on all fours; a cat skull—not a human one—would haunt their fervid nightmares.

No matter how deeply I mined my memories or imagination, all the scary, ghostly images I could conjure came from movies: the swarming luminous semi-transparent skeletal wraiths in Raiders of the Lost Ark; the creepy demonic face pushing though a flexible opaque fabric on the poster of Peter Jackson’s The Frighteners; the glimpse of a homeless subway rider’s rat-like tail in Jacob’s Ladder; and so on. Over and over when I tried to picture a real ghost, a genuine spirit of the undead, I drew not from my own personal subjective fears or experiences but from those of other people—and even those were not genuine but completely artificial computer-generated images carefully rendered and constructed by talented visual effects artist strangers. They didn’t know me; they didn’t know my personal fears. They were creating and dispensing memetic fear widgets that I had absorbed and internalized.

These were not organic fears summoned from the depths of my dark unconscious.

These were images created commercially by humans specifically for the purpose of scaring other humans—often using tired tropes such as skeletons (which honestly have never scared me; bones don’t frighten me because they prevent me from collapsing in a soft fleshy lump).

Those were the obvious Hollywood camera-friendly ghosts. But in my years of investigating, I’d never seen anything even close to resembling those. The best “ghost” videos were either fakes (occasionally clever but more often fairly obvious) or so ambiguous as to be close to worthless (reflections in windows, unnoticed long exposures, and so on). There’s no bell curve distribution to quality ghost evidence; instead it’s more of a pyramid shape, with the vast majority of ghost photos being of very poor quality, and the most compelling mysteries very rare.

I watched and waited, studying my reflection. I was tired. I felt as old and faded as the wallpaper.

I felt each minute standing silently in front of the old mirror.

I felt each hour at the hotel.

I felt each year doing the same investigations at dozens of places just like it, looking behind closed doors for spooks that weren’t there.

The search for some ghostly sign, the interviews with believers, the countless fruitless photos and videos and Rorschach EVPs—all that seemed to amount to nothing more than sound and fury: a handful of shadow, a fistful of rain.

As those thoughts lazily wandered through my mind, I returned to the moment and focused on my reflection again.

I sighed and finally gave up. There was nothing for me here or anywhere else I searched. I decided to end it. I was done. I took one last long look in the silver-pocked mirror on the second floor of the haunted St. James hotel and went to bed. Despite a lumpy bed in an old hotel, I slept better than I had in years.

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Haunted Highway to Haverfordwest

Haunted Highway to Haverfordwest

Or, 3 New Ghost Sightings On Same Highway

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Ghostly Goings-on Hit the Haunted Highway to Haverfordwest

Written Feb. 2015

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A group of paranormal investigators have received three reports this month from motorists claiming to have seen a ghost running across a well used county road.

The A4076 that connects Milford Haven to Haverfordwest has been a hive of strange encounters.

The first report of strange activity came from two ladies who were travelling towards Haverfordwest on February 5 at approximately 7.30pm.

The driver said they were heading towards Dredgemans Hill when a dark shadow ran in front of the car.

The lady described the figure as a shadowy, human shape with long arms and legs. She said that it was so sudden that she slammed on the brakes.

Four days later, another two ladies travelling to work had a similar experience in Steynton just after 6am.

Also wanting to remain anonymous due to their profession, they claimed to have seen a tall shadowy figure on the side of the road just after the traffic lights.

As they continued their journey the tall figure darted across the road at an astonishing speed and then disappeared.

Luke Mayhew was driving through Steynton on the evening of Wednesday, February 11 when he had his own experience. He said: “I’m 100% certain I saw what I believe was a ghost/apparition while driving home.

“I saw it run right in front of me from one side of the road to another. I had to slam on my brakes.

“Of all the years I have lived in Milford I have never seen anything until last night. It was as clear as day!”

Gavin Davies from the Paranormal Chronicles said: “The road has witnessed some terrible and tragic accidents over the years. Local drivers are witnessing chilling and disturbing hauntings replayed in the darkness.

“Perhaps it is merely reflections of light or a hoax played out by a daring and suicidal prankster.”

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Top 5 Haunted Campuses

Top 5 Haunted Campuses

Or, Want To Go To School With Ghosts?

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America’s Most Haunted College Campuses

Written by Jamie Gillespie, Feb. 2015

Cutler Hall
Cutler Hall at Ohio University

Every August, college campuses across the country are packed with families moving eager students into their new dorms. Unless you were lucky enough to move into a brand new building with state of the art air conditioning and a new mattress, you might remember the eerie feeling of taking over an empty room that has been called home by dozens of students before you. The thumbtack holes are still on the walls and the mysterious stain on the carpet will keep you and your roommate guessing until you add stains of your own to the room’s history. It’s almost like the ghosts of previous tenants still haunt the dorms they left. Once some posters of your own are up and the dorm starts feeling like home, college campuses start feeling much more like “Animal House” than a horror movie by the time Halloween parties on are on the mind, but some campuses have haunts that rival Universal’s Halloween Horror Nights. Next time you’re scared to death by that physics final, think of the five most haunted college campuses and be glad your campus doesn’t have more to be afraid of…

5. University of Virginia  

Almost every college tour guide has a ghost story to tell prospective students, and the better the story the more likely it is to stick around long past the storyteller’s graduation. Of all the storytellers, however, no one tops Edgar Allen Poe when it comes to hauntings, and his old school starts off our list. A Confederate surgeon named Dr. Green is said to haunt the library to which he donated all of his books, and his ghost moved with the books when the library transferred from the University’s famed Rotunda to Alderman Library. Apart from other haunts on campus, Edgar Allen Poe left a scary note on his windowpane when he was forced to leave U.Va. due to debt…

“O Thou timid one, do not let thy

Form slumber within these

Unhallowed walls,

For herein lies

The ghost of an awful crime.”

Student loans are scary enough, but how would you like to find a note like that on your first night in a new dorm? If you want to learn more, the University Guide Service at U.Va. even offers a Ghost Tour of the campus.

4. Fordham University

Waking up to the sounds of a drunk roommate stumbling into the dorm well after midnight is pretty common in college, but students at Fordham University’s Bronx campus have to worry about something else that goes bump in the night. Students living in Finlay Hall have told of frozen hands grabbing their throats late at night—a reminder that Finlay Hall was built on top of a morgue. The ghost of a young blonde also apparently haunts the showers in Keating Hall, so freshmen have more to worry about than running into their new crush while wearing only a towel. With any old college campus, ghost stories are inevitable, but Fordham might seem eerily familiar to fans of horror because some scenes from “The Exorcist” were filmed at the university.

3. California State University, Channel Islands

When it comes to haunted campuses, it’s all about location, location, location. Cal State’s Channel Islands campus has only been open since 2002, but from 1936 to 1997 the campus was home to the Camarillo State Mental Hospital. Ghosts and strange voices apparently haven’t learned that the campus is now an academic institution rather than an insane asylum, and the signature bell tower is a regular site for paranormal happenings. If living in an old asylum isn’t cause enough to call CSUCI haunted, watch “The Ring” and keep an eye out for scenes shot on the campus.

2. Gettysburg College

Rivalries are popular on college campuses across the country, but Pennsylvania Hall at Gettysburg College was held and used as a hospital by both Confederate and Union troops during the Battle of Gettysburg. Med students know that Civil War era hospitals were more like butcher shops than modern operating rooms, so it should come as no surprise that the ghosts of bloody doctors still haunt Pennsylvania Hall’s basement. College romances can get dramatic, but men should also fear Glatfelter Hall. A young couple made a suicide pact to jump from the bell tower, but the boy bailed after the girl jumped. Her ghost—only visible to guys—haunts the bell tower, trying to lure a potential suitor to jump from the tower in her cowardly boyfriend’s place. After checking out the ghostly version of Romeo and Juliet at Glatfelter Hall, head over to the Kline Theatre at Brua Hall where the General haunts backstage.

1. Ohio University

Ohio University in Athens, Ohio has been universally dubbed the most haunted campus in the United States (if not one of the most haunted places in the U.S. period). From the girl’s basketball team that died in a bus crash haunting Washington Hall to a student named Laura who fell to her death from the fourth floor of Crawford Hall and now stops the Bob Marley song “Laura” from playing in her old building, paranormal experiences are pretty much a prerequisite for graduation. The real haunt at OU, however, is room 428 in Wilson Hall. Ohio University stands in the center of a pentagram of Athens cemeteries, and Wilson Hall just happens to stand at the very center of that pentagram. Exact explanations of the events that have occurred in room 428 are unavailable, but Ohio University officials have sealed off room 428 and dubbed it uninhabitable for students. If you never got off the waitlist for Ohio University’s freshmen class, the violent death of a student in the 1970s practicing a satanic ritual in 428 might be to blame for the lack of an extra bed. Those missing out on ghost stories while an undergrad will have to settle for OU’s killer Halloween party.

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Haunted Church Burned to the Ground

Haunted Church Burned to the Ground

Or, Learn The History Of This Haunted Church

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‘Haunted’ Butler County Church Destroyed by Fire

Written by Lindsey Rogers in Feb. 2015

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The Alabama State Fire Marshal’s Office is assisting in the investigation into the cause of a fire that tore through a small church in rural Butler County Monday morning.

Butler County Sheriff Kenny Harden says foul play is suspected in the blaze that destroyed Consolation Baptist Church in the Oakey Streak Community on Oakey Streak Road near Red Level. It’s located near the Butler-Covington county line.

A photo taken at the scene by the sheriff’s department shows that the wooden church completely burned down and only charred rubble was left in the fire’s wake.

The fire was spotted around 9:30 a.m. Monday. Firefighters worked to extinguish the flames, but the structure is a complete loss, the sheriff said.

Harden said the church was not in use and didn’t have power running to it.

“We do suspect foul play,” Harden said. “We’ve had several arrests over the years of people breaking in and there are rumors that it is haunted so kids go there on the weekends.”

No one was injured. The graveyard at the church was not affected.

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Photo Of Crying Girl In Orphanage?

Photo Of Crying Girl In Orphanage?

Or, Is This Photographic Proof Of Ghosts?

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Haunted? Photo of Ghostly Girl Captured in Abandoned Orphanage

Written in Feb. 2015


A photo of what many believe is the ghostly image of a crying little girl has been captured on camera, peering out of the window of an abandoned orphanage that is known as Liverpool’s most haunted location.

Not only was the building once the Liverpool’s Seaman’s Orphan Institution, it later became Newsham Park Hospital, a medical hospital, and then, just to make things extra creepy, ended its days of actual human occupancy as a mental asylum before it was finally closed down by the city council in 1997.

Abandoned orphanage, former mental asylum — it seems not only plausible that there may be a little ghost girl crying in the window, but reasonable.

The face of the ghostly girl was actually captured through Google’s Street View function. Someone alerted the Liverpool Echo, saying that the face appeared to be that of a ghostly girl crying in the window.


This isn’t the first ghost spotted on the property. Sightings of ghosts have been reported on the top floor and in Ward G. Visitors to the abandoned orphanage have claimed to hear noises and often complain about feeling uneasy while in the building.

Some recent ghost hunters who visited the location also claimed to hear voices and see disappearing circles and white mist.

Even if there were never any ghosts sighted, the abandoned orphanage certainly looks the part for a haunted location. With room for 400 orphans (and later, 400 psychiatric patients), the abandoned building is a crumbling, decayed Victorian with an astounding total of 99,000 square feet. That includes an echoing, decaying assembly hall, a mortuary (of course), wandering corridors and dormitories, a total of nine separate psychiatric wards, ominous treatment rooms, and a vast kitchen with laundry.

The floors are connected by winding staircases with anti-suicide grills.

And at the very top floor, one particular attic corridor is lined with 14 so-called “naughty” cupboards. It was in these cupboards that children who were deemed unruly were punished by being locked in solitary confinement with no light.

Of course, it’s haunted. It almost has to be haunted. The only surprise fact about a little girl ghost being sighted is that only one little girl ghost was sighted, instead of a whole orphanage full of crying little girl ghosts.

Check out the photo gallery below, including the blown-up photo of the most recent ghost girl sighting and tell us what you think — is the abandoned orphanage-insane asylum haunted?

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Devon Pub Haunted By Shakespeare?

Devon Pub Haunted By Shakespeare?

Or, Landlords Call In Ghostbusters For Help

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Devon Landlord Calls in Ghostbusters After Claiming his Pub is Haunted by Shakespeare

Written in Jan. 2015

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A landlord has called in the ghostbusters claiming his pub is being haunted – by William SHAKESPEARE.

The ‘Real Investigators of the Paranormal’ have visited the Jolly Sailor in East Ogwell, Devon, to seek out a ghostly figure that has been haunting the bar.

Landlord John Turner said he didn’t believe in ghosts until he took over the Jolly Sailor but was keen to find out more about its history.

He said: “It’s a friendly ghost, we just want to find out more about him. The figure looks a bit like a William Shakespeare.

“Now that these discoveries have been made, hopefully we’ll be able to find out more about the history of the ghost and where it might have come from.”

Chris Marshall, chairman of Real Investigators of the Paranormal, said its mediums detected a priest and two monks in the bar, along with a young man.

He said: “They also connected with the names Loar Wakefield, a William Webber and a John Webber.

“A few orbs were also spotted and dark shadows were noticed in the skittles alley.”

The Jolly Sailor dates back to the 13th century when sailors would come inland to avoid the press gang.

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Ghost Photobombs Family Photo

Ghost Photobombs Family Photo

Or, Is This A Photo Of An 8-Foot Tall Ghost?

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Ghost Pictured in Pub Near Henry VIII’s Haunted Palace

Written by Russell Myers in Jan. 2015

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Teacher Debbie Monteforte took the photo of her husband Alex and their son Raphael at Christmas – but they were in for a shock.

Look very closely and you can see that this pub is a favourite haunt of at least one regular.

For in the top-right corner of the grainy image, a tall ghostly figure is pictured lingering in the background of a happy family snap.

Teacher Debbie Monteforte took the photo of her husband Alex and their son Raphael at Christmas.

A family friend said: “Debbie took the pic and thought nothing of it. But when they looked at it on a computer it was plain to see the haunted face of a woman wearing a long dark coat behind them.

“The family insists there was no one standing behind them and there was no place to hang a coat.

“Even if there was someone standing there, they would have to be 8ft tall to appear like that. It’s beyond spooky.”

The Kings Arms Hotel is one of Britain’s oldest pubs and sits in the shadows of Hampton Court Palace, south west London.

The 300-year-old boozer, near King Henry VIII’s former residence, has a dark past.

In the 19th century, a boy is rumoured to have found his mother hanged in the building. The lad was so disturbed he threw himself out a window and died.

Both “ghosts” of the mum and son are said to have haunted the pub ever since.

A grey-haired lady is also said to appear in a bedroom window.

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Most Haunted Sites In India

Most Haunted Sites In India

Or, Are You Brave Enough To Step Foot In One Of These Haunted Places?

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Are You Brave Enough To Step Foot In The 5 Most Haunted Places In India?

Written by baskhar.com in Dec. 2014

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A few questions are better off unanswered, like do ghosts exist. Is there a parallel world? What if someone watches you while you sleep? A calling from the paranormal, we bring to you some of India’s most spooky places.
If you wish to seek answers from the unseen, be their guests.
Bhangarh Alwar, Rajasthan:
Bhangarh located between Jaipur and Delhi in Rajasthan, is not just known as the most haunted place in India but also popular across the world for its paranormal activity.
This place has a ‘no entry after dark’ sign put up by the Archaeological Survey of India.
Ramoji Film Studio, Hyderabad:
Ramoji Film Studio was built on the war grounds of Nizams and locals believe that ghosts of dead soldiers haunt the place.
Golconda Fort, Hyderabad:
Rumors say that the souls of various Qutub Shah rulers still roam in the Golconda Fort, many have claimed hearing strange sounds from the ancient palaces at night.
The Taj Mahal Palace Hotel, Mumbai:
Many still believe that the chief engineer of The Taj Mahal Palace Hotel, W. A. Chambers, killed himself after discovering that it was built in the reverse direction.
Many claim that they have seen a spirit floating in the corridors, which resembles the engineer himself.
The Savoy, Mussoorie:
This holiday hotel dates back to 1902. It is said that the corridors of this hotel are haunted by the ghost of Lady Garnet Orme, who was found dead in mysterious circumstances.
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Abandoned Haunted Pub Nobody Wants To Buy

Abandoned Haunted Pub Nobody Wants To Buy

Or, How To Buy A Piece Of British History

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Abandoned Pub Nobody Wants To Buy Because Of Ghost Of Black-Eyed Girl

Written by Matt Payton in Oct. 2014

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You can take your pick – a drunk ghost called Charlie, a heartbroken damsel called Emily, a Roundhead soldier spirit or a black eyed little girl dressed in rags..

This menagerie of poltergeists live in the now abandoned Staffordshire pub, the Four Crosses which dates back to 1636.

This property with its 10 bedrooms and a car park with a capacity for 80 vehicles will set you back a value-laden £325,000.

If you are interested and have children, just make sure none of them ‘can see dead people.’

Chris Arnold, who runs ghost-themed events said of the haunted pub: ‘I have hosted events at haunted buildings throughout the country and I have to say the Four Crosses Inn is probably the most haunted.

‘We have experienced so much there but a piano playing by itself on command was the most dramatic.’


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