Ok, My mother talks about this all the time and how it was extremely scary for her.
When I was little (Around 5 or 6) I had an imaginary friend who I called Lea. My mother and father always thought that I would soon grow out of her and everyone said that it was just a phase. Well when I turned 7 my mother started to worry because I would yell at nothing and at night I would have nightmares about a little girl in a white dress being strangled. In the dream.... I was that little girl. My mother would run into the room trying to calm me down.
Weeks after one night when I woke up with bruises on my neck.... my mother started doing research on the house we lived in. I remember 1 night she didnt come home until 3am.
After getting enough research my mother explained what had happend. (Almost ten years befor we had moved in.. A little girl lived there with her foster parents. Her foster father would abuse her sexual abuse also. One night the foster mother got fed up with it. She kicked him out. That night the little girl was brutaly strangled by her foster father who still had keys to the house. The little girls name was Lea Jacen... she died when she was 6.)
I still think about Lea sometimes even though we left the house.

I used to go to Virgil Middle School and there are alot of hauntings there. Some hauntings happen in the auditorium. One day they held a singing contest and my friend and I made it to the finals. The finals were held in the auditorium. Contestants had to dress in the basement. In the basement you can hardly see anything. There was only a candle there, I wonder why but who knows. Anyways my friend had to use the restroom and we were 20 minutes away from our performance. So we asked the person who was supervising where the bathroom was. She said to go to one of the dressing rooms and to their private bathrooms. We did. There were only 3 dressing rooms and they all had names. One was called "flyer" the second one is called "laughter" and the third one is "tears". My friend is like "tears...nah lets go to laughter". We laughed and went inside the room "laughter". We found the bathroom and Charlene ((my friend)) went barging in... 10 seconds letter she came screaming and running out of the bathroom and crying. She told me that she saw a rope that looked like it hanged someone and when she looked inside the bath-tub she saw some blood. She also saw something that spooked her even more. When she looked in the bathroom mirror she saw a glowing clown with a big smile holding a knife.
So we ran out of the dressing room and arrived just in time for the competiton. We got 1st place but that doesn't matter. After that we went to the person who was supervising us and Charlene asked "why do those dressing rooms have names?". The supervisor said "they used to be dressing rooms for the used-to-be greatest actors here in this school...why what dressing room did you choose?". I told him "we used the "laughter" dressing room." he said "the laughter?... oh my. the laughter dressing room used to be a dressing room for this actor, that dressed up like a clown but he killed an innocent girl in the bathroom and then hanged himself". We were shocked when we heard that so we never entered a competition in that school again. I will never enroll my children there, No way.

My mother swears this is true: My great-great grandmother, ill for quite some time, finally passed away after laying in a coma for several days. My great-great grandfather was devastated beyond belief, as she was his one true love and they had been married over 50 years. They were married so long it seemed as if they knew each other's innermost thoughts.

After the doctor pronounced her dead, my great-great grandfather insisted that she was not. They had to literally pry him away from his wife's body so they could ready her for burial.

Now, back in those days they had backyard burial plots and did not drain the body of its fluids. They simply prepared a proper coffin and committed the body (in its coffin) to its permanent resting place. Throughout this process, my great-great grandfather protested so fiercely that he had to be sedated and put to bed.


His wife was buried and that was that.
That night he woke to a horrific vision of his wife hysterically trying to scratch her way out of the coffin. He phoned the doctor immediately and begged to have his wife's body exhumed. The doctor refused, but my great-great grandfather had this nightmare every night for a week, each time frantically begging to have his wife removed from the grave.

Finally the doctor gave in and, together with local authorities, exhumed the body. The coffin was pried open and to everyone's horror and amazement, my great-great grandmother's nails were bent back and there were obvious scratches on the inside of the coffin. It haunted my grandfather for the rest of his life.

I had a really good friend named Annie.She had a band she sung in and she was one of the greatest and one of the most protective people I knew.Her band wasn't famous but her dad had a recording studio in their basement.So she recorded their first cd with the band there.Her very first cd was a gift for me on my birthday and I hadn't listened to it yet.3 days after my birthday,Annie was raped by her older brother who's 17.He left the city supposedly and they didnt catch him.He always scared me but I never said anything.She was only 13 when she died.The next day in the hospital when I was sitting with her,she tried to speak and tell me something.But when she was raped,he choked her and damaged her throat so much she wouldn't be able to talk for a while.Before I left the hospital,a nurse had come up to me in the parking lot and told me she died and gave me a note she wrote before she died.I was so depressed about it,I refused to touch her cd and note,which I left in my room.One night when I was home alone,I was thinking about her so I decided to finally listen to the cd.There was a song on there called "Painful memory",a song she wrote about rape when a friend of hers was raped.Some of the chorus goes "He tried to find you,he's upstairs."All of a sudden,the cd starts skipping and continously repeats "He's upstairs,he's upstairs,he's upstairs."I thought it was kind of weird because I never listened to the cd and it didn't have any scratches.So I just put it back in and played the song again.When it came to the chorus,it skipped and repeated the same words again.I cleaned the cd and tried agian.It still played the same words.I was scared now so I locked my door and listened to the silence.I could hear boots walking down the hall.I looked in the key hole and saw someone walking down the hall.I quickly called the police and they came.They found her 17 year old brother hiding in the bathroom.He said he was waiting for me when they questioned him.The next day I found the note in the cd case when I put it.I opened it and read."When my brother raped me he told me he would rape you next.I promise no matter what I wont let that happen.Love,Annie."And I think she kept the promise.