Your Experiences

[Sarra Rohr]

Come on in, sit for a while and do tell us all about your personal paranormal experiences. We enjoy hearing about them and if there's anyway we can help you out, if it's by this site or making a personal investigation trip, we will do so. We-Go R.I.P. is dedicated to helping you!

[intheend]

I have a few stories.

The first story takes place when I was about 8 years old. But lets go back further and give some background info. My great grandmother was nearing the end of her life. She moved in with my grandmother, so my grandparents could keep a close watch on her. She moved in into the spare bedroom (located on the second floor, off the TV room, in the three story house). My grandfather, being the handy man that he is, installed a hand buzzer, which was attached to a long cord that she could press, if she needed help. The buzzer could be heard all through the house. (including the basement and the upstairs). Durring the year or so leading up to my great grandmothers death, she would press this buzzer constantly, for lesser reasons, like water, or when she wanted some one to change the channel on her TV set. My grandparents grew thin of the "Damn Buzzer" (as it was soon labeled) and they told her only to press the buzzer when she really needed help. Time went on, and the buzzer kept buzzing. One morning, my grandmother was in the basement ironing her work clothes for the day. She heard a thump from upstairs, and she instantly knew what the lump was. My great grandmother had passed.
Now fast forward about 10 years. The spare room was used for various other pourposes such as a guest rooms, and then my father was now useing it for his room because he was going through a divorce (my mother). My sister and I were really young, and when we would viset my grandparents and my father, we would sleep in his bed. The buzzing device still remained, and the cord with the button lye behind the bed. My sister and I knew nothing of this buzzer (or it's previous pourpose) when we found it. Well, being the little investagators, we found our new toy. We began to press this buzzer, and it was heard all throughout the house. My grandmother came rushing in the room with a weird look, when she saw the cord in our hands, her weird look turned into a look of anger. She snatched the device out of our hands and told us never to touch it again. We never had a chance to, because she had told my grandfather to remove it. He cut off the end of the cord, and patched the hole with joint compound. About two weeks later, my sister and I were laying in bed, talking about the day's events, when the buzzer went off again, and again. Next thing we knew, the darkness in the room was inturuped by light when my grandmother flung the door open. "Stop playing with that Damn BUZZER". She stoped in her tracks, relizing that we had not been playing with the "Damn Buzzer" because it had been removed by my grandfather.
A few times over the next few years, the buzzer has been heard through out the house by different family members, some at the same time, some by themselves. Some times when my grandmother is down stairs, and alone in the house, she hears a "thump" comming from upstairs. The sounds come now less and less, but every so often, it happends. My grandmother just deals with it.
Could this be the ghost of my great grandmother? Or just mere concidoences?...Only time will tell.

[Sarra Rohr]

That was an awesome read, endster!!!! wow.
I would say that is definitely your great grandmother letting everyone know she is around still. Perhaps she's just looking out for you all, perhaps she's playing with your grandmother. ^_^ Spirits have been known to actually joke around with the living... your grandmother got tired of the buzzer. Perhaps your great grandmother is trying to say "its not that bad, really.. " and having a good old chuckle!
Thanks for the story! Has anything else happened since? I know you said it cut down considerably....

[tia]

I'm sorry about this being a bit lengthy.

I grew up in Wheaton, having moved there in 1977 when all the farms were still around, and Butterfield Road was just a two-lane highway. I have encountered some unusual occurrences in and around the Wheaton area over the years, but the following story has had an impact on me, and my perceptions of psychology, and parapsychology.

A friend of mine, and his family moved into a new town home that was built for them in 1987. This town home is located on a small street off DuPage Blvd. in Glen Ellyn.
Within six months, the atmosphere in the town home had progressively deteriorated.
The whole family seemed to be affected in one way or another. Not long after moving
Into the home, a family member verbalized her fears about the basement and claimed she had heard voices down there. A friend who was visiting at the time, and also the heard the voices confirmed her claim. An exterminator was called in to locate any animals that may have gotten in during construction of the house. None were found. This did nothing to calm the fears of this particular family member.

One of the most disturbing incidents I encountered in the house left me badly shaken. At the time I was going to the College of DuPage and working part-time. The family had put the town home on the market, and had asked me if I wanted to make some extra money and do some light cleaning in case a realtor showed up with a potential buyer. Taking the job offer, I was alone in the house as everyone scattered to work and school. No sooner had I gone upstairs to start my dusting, when I heard what sounded like a radio talk show coming from somewhere in the house. I searched for what I assumed was a clock radio that had been left on. I found none of the radios or stereos in the house turned on after my initial search.

Moving my cleaning into another room I started to hear what sounded like a small group of people talking and the voices sounded closer. I thought that maybe the church across the street was having a rummage sale, so I took a walk outside. It was evident that there wasn’t a human being around, and not one car in the church parking lot. I walked back into the house rather dumbfounded. Once inside, I headed downstairs to bring up a load of dry towels. I couldn’t have been in the basement more than two minutes when I heard the voices again. This time they were louder and closer. I was so scared that I bolted up the basement stairs skipping every other step and leaving the towels downstairs. I was feeling rather freaked out at this point, and decided to sit outside in the backyard for an hour until my friend returned home from his college classes. I was quite upset about what had transpired that day, and left rather abruptly without much explanation.
*As a footnote to this part of the story, I have never ‘heard voices’ before this incident, and was so upset that I called a friend of my mother’s who was a clinical psychologist. This man had known me for quite a few years, and assured me that I was not losing my mind. The only opinion he could offer me was that there are things in this world we can’t explain or understand. I did feel somewhat better when he assured me that he believed the incidents I described actually did occur, and I knew he was sincere.

On another occasion four of us were seated around the kitchen table one winter evening. Two of the kitchen chairs at the table gave a clear view of the living room.
One guest started pointing towards the living room asking, “What is that?” As the rest of us turned, we witnessed a shadow on the wall of what appeared to be a large figure of undetermined sex. There was no one else besides the four of us in the house, and we had all been in the kitchen. That incident sent two of the guys outside looking for someone out back. The snow lay undisturbed on the ground. We all felt creepy and decided to go out for coffee. None of us knew what to make of the incident, but I don’t think any of us really knew what to say either.

The house finally sold (after three years on the market). Yet the house delivered one final jolt to the only family member that had dismissed all of these incidents as ‘non-sense.’ It was early March of 1993 and the family member was upstairs and had just gone to bed for the evening. About ten minutes later, this family member became aware of a whistling sound in the house. At first the wind was suspected, until it became apparent that there was particular yet unfamiliar tune being whistled. The family member called out then assuming that another family member had gotten home, but received no reply. So then this family member started to walk down the stairs and was gripped with a fear that made them stop and back up those stairs rather quickly, locking themselves in their bedroom. The Glen Ellyn Police were called for a possible break in. Upon arriving the police conducted a thorough search of the property. They found all the doors and windows locked from the inside, and once again, the snow outside the home hadn’t been disturbed.

As an afterthought to this story I have to mention that the family member that had dismissed these incidents as ‘non-sense’ finally admitted about a year later (which is how I’d come to learn of the incident in March of ’93), that yes…something was in that house, but they didn’t want to upset the remaining family members still living in the home at the time. The only thought a few of us could come up with is that the home is located very close to what was once part of Churchill Woods Forest Preserve. At one time Churchill Woods was home to the largest Potawatomie settlement in the area up until about 1833. We’re not sure if that has anything to do with what went on in that house. Oh, and as it turned out, the gentleman that purchased the property from my friend’s family abruptly put the house on the market only nine months after he purchased it.
We never did ask why.

[GaelicGirl]

Hello All!
My name is Michelle and I work with a film production company in the NW suburbs of Chicago. The reason that I'm writing is that our production company, CNGM Pictures, has gotten some attention on these forums before, for our series of movies about Cuba Road. And I was wondering if you could help me out. Over the summer, we shot a tv show called "Irving Renquist, Ghost Hunter". Here's a little blurb about it that I stole from one of our websites.

"Ghost Hunter," written by frequent CNGM writer David B. Grelck (The Leslie Situation), and executive produced by Grelck along with CNGM exec Michael P. Noens (Accidents & Uninvited) tells the story of Irving Renquist (Brian Wohl), a shiftless man in his mid-twenties who longs to be a ghost hunter despite the fact that he's never had an encounter with the supernatural. Along with his partner Julia Kelby (Erica Schmueck) and gadget-man Lonnie Hayden (Marc Muszynski), Irving
must come to the aid of a beautiful girl named Dotti (Angela Wascher) who has a ghost, and that may just be the tip of the iceburg.

Well, were having a preview screening of the pilot episode and I wanted to invite anyone in the area to come check it out and give us some honest to goodness real ghost hunter feedback. Its on March 31st, 7:30 pm at Cutting Hall Theatre (150 E. Wood Street, Palatine, IL). Its actually being shown before the screening of an affiliate companies movie. So if you're interested, please feel free to check out these websites:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0Cq6mj7m_c
www.irvingrenquist.com
www.myspace.com/irvingrenquist
www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=2224474062
www.imdb.com/title/tt0838943/

or drop me a line at [e-mail]

THANKS!!!

[sirecain]

I live in Louisville,Kentucky. One night while helping my girlfriend on a late night order from her work,Subway sandwich shop, on 1250 Bardstown Rd.,I was sitting against the wall facing the soda machines and I thought I saw someone squatting down walk by. I got up and looked around and saw nothing...doors were locked...store was empty...we were the only two there.While I was waiting for her to finish the order I sat in the same spot and was watching the soda machines out of curiosity.It wasn't five minutes and I saw a young child peek its head around the corner at me...then run past the doorway between the lobby and the counter.I jumped right up and looked again and again there was nothing.So I took my seat agin...and told my girlfriend what I had saw,So we both just hung around watching,and sure enough, a small black shadowed child kept running back and fourth in front of that door,almost as if it were playing a game with us.
The next day we were both talking to the owner of the store and I started to tell him about the lil ghost i seen, He right off the bat, with out me saying where I saw it said, "Oh yeah...the little boy!...I see him all the time when I'm closing the store over by the soft drink machines."...he then proceeded to them us about the Slurpy machines he had to get rid of,he said,"We got these real colorful slurpy machine that were there...and no matter what we did...they would keep coming on and slurpy would be pouring on the floor,so after several different service calls...we just got rid of them."
That got my attention,so i took around on-line and found out that during the late 1800s that same building was a Protestant children's home called St. Josephs.Apparently allot of children were sent there after their parents died of influenza and small pox....also several children died there also from the same diseases.It opened in 1870 and stayed a children's home till 1960.after that a mall strip was built there called Mid City Mall.

[CRYSTAL]

PEOPLE CAN LAUGH AND JOKE ABOUT ME,BUT I HAVE HAD SOME BAD EXPERIENCES IN OUR HOME LATELY.FIRST IT STARTED WITH MY BEDSPREAD PULLED OFF OF ME IN MY SLEEP..MY HUSBAND FELT THE BED BEING BUMPED ALSO,MY STEPSON HAS SEEN A GIRL IMAGE,AND EVERYONE WHO VISITS SAY THEY GET A FUNNY FEELING IN OUR HOME..BUT THE WORST WAS FRIDAY NIGHT..IT STARTED AGAIN WITH MY BLANKETS,BUT WHEN I WOKE UP I FELT LIKE I WAS HEAVY AND SEEN A MAN STANDING OVER ME.I SCREAMED AND SEEN IT GO THU THE DOOR...PLEASE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO,I DON'T SLEEP GOOD,AND MY DOG ACTS FUNNY AT NIGHT...