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About six months later my wife had my socks' draw on the bed and was sorting out my tendency to put odd socks together. I was explaining that the Wagner's Ring symbol required the possessor to renunciate love to gain the reward of supreme power from the Ring. Literally at that exact moment my wife pulled a ring from a pair of socks. But this was no ordinary ring. It had a gold band with a one-inch long black domino type stone with a tiny diamond in the middle. It was a genuine very old funeral ring.
Absolute truth.

My housemate lived in her family home when she was a teenager but was visiting their second home, where they went for vacations. She set down her ring, which she'd inherited from her murdered aunt, on the piano to play it more easily. When she finished playing, the ring was gone.
Years later, she was playing the different piano which was at the family home. She got the message, which felt as if it came from her aunt, to raise the lid.
There was the ring.
My grandparents live in an old Victorian house. It used to be a boarding house. I’ve grown up in old spooky houses. My cousins would never go upstairs by themselves. Never. When I was little I was the only grandchild and I would spend the night and sometimes take one of the rooms upstairs. I was used to the creaking and odd noises. And oh yes, I still had ghost stories read to me.
I was about six or seven staying the night upstairs in one of the rooms. My grandparents were far away from me. It is a big house.
So, while I was drifting off to sleep that particular night the bed starts shaking. I think, oh it’s a cat. Then I remind myself I am not at home and the cats are put up at night. My mind leaps to the next logical thing. It’s a train. Sometimes when they come by it might move or shake things a bit. Well there was no train. The bed started shaking more violently.
Have people died in this house? The answer would yes. Yes. Quite a few.
I peeked a little and saw nothing but darkness. The bed kept shaking and all I couldn’t make a sound, so under the covers I went until it stopped. My grandparents didn’t come upstairs. It wasn’t them. No one was there when I looked.
I have no idea to this day why my bed was doing that. There was no noise in the street, no trains in the tracks and no animals in the house. It was just those two and me and they didn’t make the journey up the stairs unless they absolutely had to.
So. It was freaky for me.
I was about six or seven staying the night upstairs in one of the rooms. My grandparents were far away from me. It is a big house.
So, while I was drifting off to sleep that particular night the bed starts shaking. I think, oh it’s a cat. Then I remind myself I am not at home and the cats are put up at night. My mind leaps to the next logical thing. It’s a train. Sometimes when they come by it might move or shake things a bit. Well there was no train. The bed started shaking more violently.
Have people died in this house? The answer would yes. Yes. Quite a few.
I peeked a little and saw nothing but darkness. The bed kept shaking and all I couldn’t make a sound, so under the covers I went until it stopped. My grandparents didn’t come upstairs. It wasn’t them. No one was there when I looked.
I have no idea to this day why my bed was doing that. There was no noise in the street, no trains in the tracks and no animals in the house. It was just those two and me and they didn’t make the journey up the stairs unless they absolutely had to.
So. It was freaky for me.
And it was only the bed. Cause I thought about earthquake too. The nightstand was still and I could feel like, someone bouncing on the bed... kinda like that...

Yeah. And no one else mentioned shaking or an earthquake. Trust me I wanted an explanation bc I didn’t want to go up there again without one. It felt most like someone bouncing on the bed. I told my grandparents about it of course and my grandmother said oh it must have been one of the ghosts here. Very matter of a fact like. So, yeah, whatever.




My housemate lived in her family home when she was a teenager but was visiting their second home, where they went for vacations. She set down her ring, which she'd inherited from her murdere..."
I love these kinds of things---I have also experienced things as well.

Shaina, you should write about this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How eery; Kathy!. I have never been South, other than Florida and no further than MD, but now I am getting a picture of why there are so many Southern gothic writers such as my favorite---Flannery O'Connor. These stories are amazing!

Finally, the church was used again by a new group and those things stopped completely.

My parents built a new home ( they had builders), but the lot was all forest, and trees had to be cut down, the house was amazing, but it was HAUNTED----we all experienced things---auditory, tactile and visual.
The region where I live----the entire region has homes that are considered to be 'haunted.'




A friend and I were physically attacked by a Shadow Being, once, OMG!! It scares and scars me to THIS DAY! Happend in 1994. It is a long and detailed story. Let me know if you want me to share the whole story!
Btw, all, found another Gothic Author on Amazon: Amanda DeWees. Check her out! :)

A friend and I were physically attacked by a Shadow Being, once, OMG!! It scares and scars me to THIS DAY! Happend in 1994. It is a long and detai..."
Loving reading all these stories.
Please do tell the whole story of the shadow attack, Michelle! Really want to hear about that.
Oh, Skye. I am very much in the South. My parents also have an old home. You can shout and not be heard. Lots of weird things have happened there too. lol. Never a dull time.
That was great to move your experience over, Kathy. It gets foggy like that here too and at weird times. I do believe what you say.

Her personal web site IS very eery, too.
renerossbooks. com.
Share your experiences. We’ve probably all had them. Tantra suggested this, and I thought it was super awesome as a suggestion so how about it?! There is something that draws us to this. Sometimes it is our experiences. —slides off into shadow