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Upon my arrival to the boarding house in Dover, Delaware, the landlady pulled me
aside and spoke of Oscar. Oscar being the resident ghost who was a merry
trickster.who admired the painting of a dutch women from his time which hung in my
room. Often the sweet smell of pipe tobacco would drift thru the dinning room letting
us know Oscar was watching. The only sighting of the old boy was in front of that
afore mentioned painting, which being in the part of the house where Oscar had
died ssemed important. He was Burnt alive smoking in bed. The house dated to the
17 hundreds and most of its history was well know. Everything went
well till Oscar lifted my billfold, I was used to footsteps in the middle of night, door
knobs being turned even rotating my full length dressing mirror as i watched ,but
stealing my money meant WAR.
I stated quite clearly at top of my lungs, Ocsar if you want your woman return my
money! With that into a dresser she went. Well that night he put on a show. All his
tricks were on display but in the morn i left my room and what did i see.The missing
billfold in plain sight on dinning side table.
So ended the war.lhe lady to her perch and peace rained except occiasional Oscar
aside and spoke of Oscar. Oscar being the resident ghost who was a merry
trickster.who admired the painting of a dutch women from his time which hung in my
room. Often the sweet smell of pipe tobacco would drift thru the dinning room letting
us know Oscar was watching. The only sighting of the old boy was in front of that
afore mentioned painting, which being in the part of the house where Oscar had
died ssemed important. He was Burnt alive smoking in bed. The house dated to the
17 hundreds and most of its history was well know. Everything went
well till Oscar lifted my billfold, I was used to footsteps in the middle of night, door
knobs being turned even rotating my full length dressing mirror as i watched ,but
stealing my money meant WAR.
I stated quite clearly at top of my lungs, Ocsar if you want your woman return my
money! With that into a dresser she went. Well that night he put on a show. All his
tricks were on display but in the morn i left my room and what did i see.The missing
billfold in plain sight on dinning side table.
So ended the war.lhe lady to her perch and peace rained except occiasional Oscar
This submission from co-
member and my friend
Mark Shinn
member and my friend
Mark Shinn
When I was in the sixth grade my family moved to a small town in southern West
Virginia named Danville. We rented a nice house less than a block from where I
would be going to school. Mom and Dad took one of the downstairs bedrooms
and my twin brothers took the other. That left me with what had once been the
attic. It had been finished nicely into a room some forty feet by ten feet, that ran
the entire width of the house. One end had book cases built in, and having
always had a love of books it seemed perfect. I set up my bed on one end of the
room where there was carpet. The other end where the stairs and book cases
were we set a large piece of plywood on the stairway railing and I put my train
set on that. What a wonderful room for me to have or so it seemed at first.
On the same end of the room as the stairs and bookcases were small doors
giving access to two storage spaces that ran on either side of the room to the
edges of the roof in front and back of the house. Those doors and the storage
spaces gave me the creeps from the very beginning. Helping Dad put various
items in them as we were moving in I had felt raw fear. Within weeks of moving
in strange things began to happen. Those damn doors would not stay shut even
though they had very sturdy latches on them and the window on that end of the
room was always being found open. At first I thought it was someone in the
family doing it but one day before leaving for school I tied a piece of thread
across the stairs, when I came home from school the thread was intact but the
window and both of the doors were open. This creeped me out big time.
I told both parents about it and got laughed at for my trouble. They said it was just
my imagination. Not long after that one night just after lying down to sleep I heard
one of the doors open and slowly footsteps coming my way across the
hardwood floor. My logical young mind said It was Dad trying to scare me. The
steps got closer and I heard the sound change as they got to the carpet where
my bed was. I rolled over quickly to confront my Father and to my surprise there
was no one there. Now I was very scared and I remember hearing a faint buzzing
or ringing. Then though I could see nothing I could feel something sit down on the
bed and begin pressing against me. I wanted to scream for help but could not
utter a sound or move a muscle. I guess I passed out from fright.
Again I told my parents about this latest development and got a lecture about
youthful imagination and laughed at again. This happened several more times
over the next weeks and I decided to take matters into my own hands. I went to
the local library and read every thing I could find on the paranormal and magic.
(which in a small WV town in the 1970's wasn't much!) I painted a large
pentagram on the floor right where the carpet began and said some prayers
asking for protection. My mother went ballistic thinking I was now a satanist. I
explained that it was for protection and since her and Dad hadn't done anything
to help I had to do this on my own.
Funny thing was it did help though the opening doors and window and footsteps
continued for the whole time we lived in that house, the footsteps never again
made it to the carpet where my bed was.
Some time ago a friend loaned me a book on paranormal beings and in it I first
read about The Old Hag and the scientific explanation of it as being sleep
paralysis. Strangely after we moved from this house this never happened again.
Mark Shinn
Virginia named Danville. We rented a nice house less than a block from where I
would be going to school. Mom and Dad took one of the downstairs bedrooms
and my twin brothers took the other. That left me with what had once been the
attic. It had been finished nicely into a room some forty feet by ten feet, that ran
the entire width of the house. One end had book cases built in, and having
always had a love of books it seemed perfect. I set up my bed on one end of the
room where there was carpet. The other end where the stairs and book cases
were we set a large piece of plywood on the stairway railing and I put my train
set on that. What a wonderful room for me to have or so it seemed at first.
On the same end of the room as the stairs and bookcases were small doors
giving access to two storage spaces that ran on either side of the room to the
edges of the roof in front and back of the house. Those doors and the storage
spaces gave me the creeps from the very beginning. Helping Dad put various
items in them as we were moving in I had felt raw fear. Within weeks of moving
in strange things began to happen. Those damn doors would not stay shut even
though they had very sturdy latches on them and the window on that end of the
room was always being found open. At first I thought it was someone in the
family doing it but one day before leaving for school I tied a piece of thread
across the stairs, when I came home from school the thread was intact but the
window and both of the doors were open. This creeped me out big time.
I told both parents about it and got laughed at for my trouble. They said it was just
my imagination. Not long after that one night just after lying down to sleep I heard
one of the doors open and slowly footsteps coming my way across the
hardwood floor. My logical young mind said It was Dad trying to scare me. The
steps got closer and I heard the sound change as they got to the carpet where
my bed was. I rolled over quickly to confront my Father and to my surprise there
was no one there. Now I was very scared and I remember hearing a faint buzzing
or ringing. Then though I could see nothing I could feel something sit down on the
bed and begin pressing against me. I wanted to scream for help but could not
utter a sound or move a muscle. I guess I passed out from fright.
Again I told my parents about this latest development and got a lecture about
youthful imagination and laughed at again. This happened several more times
over the next weeks and I decided to take matters into my own hands. I went to
the local library and read every thing I could find on the paranormal and magic.
(which in a small WV town in the 1970's wasn't much!) I painted a large
pentagram on the floor right where the carpet began and said some prayers
asking for protection. My mother went ballistic thinking I was now a satanist. I
explained that it was for protection and since her and Dad hadn't done anything
to help I had to do this on my own.
Funny thing was it did help though the opening doors and window and footsteps
continued for the whole time we lived in that house, the footsteps never again
made it to the carpet where my bed was.
Some time ago a friend loaned me a book on paranormal beings and in it I first
read about The Old Hag and the scientific explanation of it as being sleep
paralysis. Strangely after we moved from this house this never happened again.
Mark Shinn
The West Point Light true story by wayne
Not to be confused with the west point of military fame this paranormal site
lies in farmland north of the town of West Point, Virginia. The Indian reservation borders the
site and i feel plays a large part in the true reason for the haunting. A spectral light travels the
tracks as if searching for something.
The 2 major legends behind the light are, one while McClellan marched toward Richmond
during the civil war a train with prisoners headed north caught fire killing the trapped souls
inside. The other major theory was that a railway accident killed a railway employee and
he still looks for his missing head.
Personally i believe what you'll hear from the reservation folks, that the tracks were laid over
the bones of there dead . This being the lesser known story but when you see the light leave
the tracks and wander through the swamps you to may go with this theory.
What i can tell you is this, many times late at night I'd be sitting in a nightclub and the
conversation would turn to ghost. I would reply to the inevitable, theres no such thing, with
want to see one, and off we would go.
When confronted with that ball of light coming down the tracks some ran , some shook, and
some opened fire with hidden pistols. But all knew, they had seen the light.
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Not to be confused with the west point of military fame this paranormal site
lies in farmland north of the town of West Point, Virginia. The Indian reservation borders the
site and i feel plays a large part in the true reason for the haunting. A spectral light travels the
tracks as if searching for something.
The 2 major legends behind the light are, one while McClellan marched toward Richmond
during the civil war a train with prisoners headed north caught fire killing the trapped souls
inside. The other major theory was that a railway accident killed a railway employee and
he still looks for his missing head.
Personally i believe what you'll hear from the reservation folks, that the tracks were laid over
the bones of there dead . This being the lesser known story but when you see the light leave
the tracks and wander through the swamps you to may go with this theory.
What i can tell you is this, many times late at night I'd be sitting in a nightclub and the
conversation would turn to ghost. I would reply to the inevitable, theres no such thing, with
want to see one, and off we would go.
When confronted with that ball of light coming down the tracks some ran , some shook, and
some opened fire with hidden pistols. But all knew, they had seen the light.
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This story by Mark Shinn
The Encounter
From a very early age I realized that I was aware of ' things' that most people were not. Mostly it
was just feelings that I got in certain places. For example a house that I had to walk past on my
way to school that I would cross to the other side of the street rather than walk directly in front of.
I saw things it out of the corner of my eyes just at the limit of my peripheral vision. It was always
just movement never anything clear and distinct, and when I turned to see what it was nothing was
there but the hair would stand up on the back of my neck and often I would feel a shiver run up
my spine.
Only 4 or 5 times in my life have I ever seen things right in front of my eyes that I knew were not
there at least in the 'normal' sense of things. Only once has there been anyone with me that saw
the same thing I did. That particular time there were 3 of us that saw the same thing and this
sighting lasted for 3 or 4 minutes at least.
Near the house I lived in when I was married was a creek and about 40 acres of woods. My best
friend Brad and I would often explore the woods and creek for lack of anything better to do. About
once a week we would scour the creek for crawdads (crayfish) as a treat for the 2 aquariums of
tropical fish I had at the time.
One Saturday afternoon in the fall of 1992 Brad, myself and my dog Samson were a little way into
the woods on the other side of the creek from my house. Suddenly the dog started barking at
something farther into the woods that neither Brad nor I could see or hear. We both told the dog
to shut up but Samson kept barking and running off towards whatever he saw or heard then
running back to us and barking some more. Suddenly Brad and I both saw two men walking
towards us from deeper in the woods. The men were dressed in overalls, flannel shirts, lineman's
boots and slouch hats (Hillbilly Hats) and carried double barreled shotguns. Each wore a beard
both were heavyset and roughly 6 feet tall. They looked like brothers. The first thing I thought was
Brad and I and possibly the dog too were going to be shot for trespassing. Brad and I didn't
attempt to run or hide and the dog kept barking and growling. The men came within perhaps 50
feet of us and then we noticed something very strange. They never looked directly at us though
we were standing in plain sight. They would have had to have been both blind and deaf not to
have seen us or at least heard Samson barking. As they walked through to fallen leaves, briers
and brush they made absolutely no sound. A ninja couldn't have walked that ground without
making any noise. They came to a stop looked around for a few seconds then walked back the
way they came, but instead of walking out of sight they just kind of faded from our view. The dog
quit barking and Brad and I just stood there looking at each other and shaking our heads in
disbelief.
The Encounter
From a very early age I realized that I was aware of ' things' that most people were not. Mostly it
was just feelings that I got in certain places. For example a house that I had to walk past on my
way to school that I would cross to the other side of the street rather than walk directly in front of.
I saw things it out of the corner of my eyes just at the limit of my peripheral vision. It was always
just movement never anything clear and distinct, and when I turned to see what it was nothing was
there but the hair would stand up on the back of my neck and often I would feel a shiver run up
my spine.
Only 4 or 5 times in my life have I ever seen things right in front of my eyes that I knew were not
there at least in the 'normal' sense of things. Only once has there been anyone with me that saw
the same thing I did. That particular time there were 3 of us that saw the same thing and this
sighting lasted for 3 or 4 minutes at least.
Near the house I lived in when I was married was a creek and about 40 acres of woods. My best
friend Brad and I would often explore the woods and creek for lack of anything better to do. About
once a week we would scour the creek for crawdads (crayfish) as a treat for the 2 aquariums of
tropical fish I had at the time.
One Saturday afternoon in the fall of 1992 Brad, myself and my dog Samson were a little way into
the woods on the other side of the creek from my house. Suddenly the dog started barking at
something farther into the woods that neither Brad nor I could see or hear. We both told the dog
to shut up but Samson kept barking and running off towards whatever he saw or heard then
running back to us and barking some more. Suddenly Brad and I both saw two men walking
towards us from deeper in the woods. The men were dressed in overalls, flannel shirts, lineman's
boots and slouch hats (Hillbilly Hats) and carried double barreled shotguns. Each wore a beard
both were heavyset and roughly 6 feet tall. They looked like brothers. The first thing I thought was
Brad and I and possibly the dog too were going to be shot for trespassing. Brad and I didn't
attempt to run or hide and the dog kept barking and growling. The men came within perhaps 50
feet of us and then we noticed something very strange. They never looked directly at us though
we were standing in plain sight. They would have had to have been both blind and deaf not to
have seen us or at least heard Samson barking. As they walked through to fallen leaves, briers
and brush they made absolutely no sound. A ninja couldn't have walked that ground without
making any noise. They came to a stop looked around for a few seconds then walked back the
way they came, but instead of walking out of sight they just kind of faded from our view. The dog
quit barking and Brad and I just stood there looking at each other and shaking our heads in
disbelief.
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3. The West Point Light
4. The Encounter
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Wayne's personal story