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Various Stories

Jennifer, Virginia, USA
June 2006


When I was very young, around a couple months old, my parents would leave me at an old woman's house to babysit. She was the nicest person in the world and I adopted her as one of my 'grandmothers'. She was a VERY religious person and read the bible all of the time.
When I was about 2-3 years old I asked her what that book was. She told me almost everything about God, Jesus, the comandments, ect. My parents don't go to church anymore so this was the first time I'd ever heard of anything religious.

The Christian religion intrigued me and I became interested in the stories from the bible. I would come home from the babysitter's house and tell my mom about God and such.

One day, when I was in the car riding down the road to our house my mom noticed I was looking out the window. She asked me to keep the window rolled up because I might fall out of it, but I didn't answer her. She then heard me talking, but couldn't understand what I was saying. When she told me about this a couple years ago, she said I sounded like I was speaking in tongues, which I had no knowledge of because I hadn't heard about it yet. She shook me and asked me what I was doing. I told her, very calmly, that I was talking to God. She was scared and didn't know what to do. I don't know if I really was talking to God or if I was just acting on what my 'grandmother' had told me. I'm not a very religious person now, but I do belive in God.


Our house that we currently live it was built around 20 or so years ago by the man who used to live here. It's a very big house with two floors and a basement, two livingrooms, two bathrooms, three bedrooms, a kitchen, and two other 'any use' rooms.

The family who lived here,I think, had two children and were elderly. Almost right after they sold us the house the old man died. I've always wished that I could see some sort of ghost activity in this house because of the old man's attachment to it, but to no avail.

The only things that have happened have been with my parents.

There haven't been many, but the one's that have happened have been strange.

One time, last year, I came home from school. My mother was washing clothes and, as she came up the stairs she stopped in her tracks. She asked me if I had any pickles out and was eating them. I said there were no pickles in the house. She then told me she smelt pickles being canned. Her mother used to do this so she knew what it smelt like. I came over to the basement door and could also, just barely, smell the scent of pickles. We stood there for a long time, but then it slowly went away.

When my father came home we told him and he too had smelt the pickles once. We couldn't explain it, but my parents told me that the old woman that lived here used to can pickles, because they'd come over and she'd be canning.


I have two cats, one's a seven year old mix named Pepper and the other's a Manx/Maine Coon mix named Timmy.

Timmy is very odd, but he did one thing last year that scared us.

We (me, my mom, and my dad) were watching TV one evening when Timmy started jumping up in the air, not like he does for a fly, but like someone was dangling a string in front of him. He would sit up on his back feet and look up to the ceiling and act like he was playing. I thought it might be a fly, but I couldn't see or hear one and he wasn't moving his head in circles or moving around the room. I went over to him and stopped dead in my tracks when I got near him. I sniffed the air again and was sure that I smelt pickles, like in the last story. I called my parents over and they smelt it too. Then, Timmy ran out of the room and the smell weent away. After that, we never smelt pickles again.


About a year or two ago, my dad was taking a nap in our upstairs bedroom. He wasn't sleeping very hard, and was awoken by the sound of my mother calling him. He sat up and heard it again. When he came downstairs there was no one around. My mother was at work and I was at school. He could have sworn that he heard my mother, but couldn't explain it as no one was there.

Thank you for reading my stories. I know that they weren't stories like some on here, but they're the only ghostly experiences I've had.
I'm a girl that's interested in everything about ghosts, but have no stories to back up my belief in them.

Jennifer, Virginia, USA
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