<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:42:46.668-08:00</updated><category term='Vampires'/><category term='Day Care'/><category term='Nightmares'/><category term='Aliens'/><category term='Animals'/><category term='Psychic'/><category term='Demons'/><category term='Dogs'/><category term='Black Magic'/><category term='Ghosts'/><category term='Ouija Boards'/><category term='Imaginary Friends'/><category term='Witchcraft'/><category term='Hotels'/><category term='Banshees'/><category term='Dares'/><category term='Devil'/><category term='Indian Burial Ground'/><category term='UFOs'/><category term='Children'/><category term='Gargoyles'/><category term='Cemeteries'/><category term='Thunder Bird'/><category term='Civil War'/><category term='Haunted Houses'/><category term='Bloody Mary'/><category term='Sleep Paralysis'/><category term='Dolls'/><category term='Shadows'/><category term='Babysitting'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Possession'/><category term='Goats'/><title type='text'>Paranormal Tales</title><subtitle type='html'>Spooky ghost stories, alien encounters and tales of things that go bump in the night</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>237</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-7176215069509130702</id><published>2011-07-12T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T10:33:33.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Spirit Needs Help!</title><summary type='text'>This all started when I was about five or six. My is very spiritual sand she communicates with ghost but I never thought I would. She says she has a gift and that me and my sister would have it too. I didn't believe her. Anyway ever since my 5th b-day I have been seeing this girl. She wakes me up, she follows me. I try to talk to her but she never responds it's like she's deaf or something. I did</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7176215069509130702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-spirit-needs-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7176215069509130702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7176215069509130702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-spirit-needs-help.html' title='This Spirit Needs Help!'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-9201826789108825061</id><published>2011-05-25T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T17:19:17.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Othosos</title><summary type='text'>This is a story I thought of awhile ago.

The Othosos is a spirit that lives deep in the woods and only comes out at night to steal the souls of people who happen to be walking about at night. It has a head like that of a human, except that it has no mouth and big glowing red eyes. It has long strong arms with two long wiry fingers. It has no legs, just the tail of a snake. It occasionally comes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/9201826789108825061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/05/othosos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/9201826789108825061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/9201826789108825061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/05/othosos.html' title='The Othosos'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-3016270273345526279</id><published>2011-05-02T14:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T14:46:52.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once every year</title><summary type='text'>It was Halloween night and me and my friend Barbie was comming home. It was dark out and there was something that jumped out in the road and I hit the breaks but hit. This thing rolled up on the hood, and rolled off. We jumped out and searched for what we thought was a deer. There wasn't any blood or even any eveidence that there was even a thing hit. We searched over the hill. 

A truck pulled </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3016270273345526279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/05/once-every-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3016270273345526279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3016270273345526279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/05/once-every-year.html' title='Once every year'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-3552899069256990533</id><published>2011-05-02T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T12:44:02.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Night</title><summary type='text'>One night me and my friend (Kaitlin)were home alone dancing to music that was blasted. When we were watching tv we heard a door close and so we went and checked what it was and there was nothing there then a couple minutes later we heard footsteps and all the animals were laying down. Then we heard something in the basement and so we ran outside. We thought it was imagination so we went back in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3552899069256990533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/05/that-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3552899069256990533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3552899069256990533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/05/that-night.html' title='That Night'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-7537859329958617821</id><published>2011-04-11T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T15:33:37.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I met a ghost</title><summary type='text'>a day on the steps of a park I saw a girl almost fell at the time was 11 years and help raise the grandstands alle told me dilalila funny name called and said I said my name she told me I pleased him, after a while and we were friends and we were dating and atardeser and took me to an alley near the park then began to mourn and try to comfort me achieve what his father said, good to hear that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7537859329958617821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-met-ghost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7537859329958617821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7537859329958617821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-met-ghost.html' title='I met a ghost'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-1823508250963114195</id><published>2011-03-24T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T11:21:27.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Ghost Stories both 100% true</title><summary type='text'>the first story:

Okay, so it was a Friday night, about midnight, and i was awake watching TV. I got hungry so i got up and walked to my bedroom door. When i opened the door i got suddenly got very cold, but i didn't think of it as anything. I walked down the hall, but missed the turn to enter the kitchen (because i was tired) and I turned around and saw something move in the shadows by my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1823508250963114195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/two-ghost-stories-both-100-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/1823508250963114195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/1823508250963114195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/two-ghost-stories-both-100-true.html' title='Two Ghost Stories both 100% true'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-6171723477481717726</id><published>2011-03-24T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T11:06:22.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Haunted House and the Little Boy</title><summary type='text'>It was around 2007, I went to my aunts friends house with her and it was an old house. And her aunts friend thought it was an old day care cause of how messed up the floor was. But we were all upstairs and my aunts friend is throwing a party and they were planning it and we heard a door slam and shut repeated times. So we were all scared but we stayed upstairs.

Then I had left but my aunt had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6171723477481717726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/haunted-house-and-little-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6171723477481717726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6171723477481717726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/haunted-house-and-little-boy.html' title='The Haunted House and the Little Boy'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-3970604329488452713</id><published>2011-03-23T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:37:53.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy afternoon</title><summary type='text'>One day was making videos on my camera. I was showing  the hot spots in my house. While I was showing the storage, I opened the door  and it slammed shut! Then I ran to the upstairs of my home. I went back  downstairs and found 20 movie cases on the floor. Then while I was outside on  that afternoon, while I was on my grampilline, I was playing with my little  stuffed cow. Then my cow starts to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3970604329488452713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/creepy-afternoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3970604329488452713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3970604329488452713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/creepy-afternoon.html' title='Creepy afternoon'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-5208106739902810109</id><published>2011-03-23T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:33:38.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Being Possessed By  A Demon?</title><summary type='text'>Help me please in any way you can! I think a demon is trying to  possess me! My friends and I see shadowy figures running by in my house, I hear  a voice calling my name at night, and I wake up with strange cuts I hadn't had  when I went to bed, and I have strange feelings on my arms and when I look at  them, there are finger marks there like someone is grabbing me!


Once I looked in  the mirror</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5208106739902810109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/am-i-being-possessed-by-demon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/5208106739902810109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/5208106739902810109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/am-i-being-possessed-by-demon.html' title='Am I Being Possessed By  A Demon?'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-5775786352240298864</id><published>2011-03-23T13:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:25:27.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The girl that looked into the fire</title><summary type='text'>On the 15th of February 1984 a girl called Alice was born. Over her first year she began to start learning some words. Quite strangely her first word was 'fire'. Her mum and dad had no idea why it was that but they thought it was because they had all been to shop for a fire the day before and she was just about starting to speak.

At the age of two every time the fire was turned on she would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5775786352240298864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/girl-that-looked-into-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/5775786352240298864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/5775786352240298864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/girl-that-looked-into-fire.html' title='The girl that looked into the fire'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-3627949286648936412</id><published>2011-03-23T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:07:50.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary and True!</title><summary type='text'>I moved into a new house 5 days ago and on the first night I heard someone moaning and groaning. I was so scared the house was over 200 years old and it sounded like a painful cry.

The next night I climb into bed and looked around the room. Then I saw it, my dressing table everything all of a sudden they were pushed and fling to the floor. I quickly hid under my bed covers and waited, I got such</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3627949286648936412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/scary-and-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3627949286648936412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3627949286648936412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/scary-and-true.html' title='Scary and True!'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-3721245170675325553</id><published>2011-03-23T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T12:55:43.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Glowing Ghost Girl</title><summary type='text'>When I  was a young boy..my mother and brother and sister went to go visit my auntie up  in Devon..I stayed with my father at home the first night my mother left, me and  my dad watched a horror movie I was scared to death and had to stay with my dad  in his room when I was sleeping I woke up to seeing a glowing girl laying on my  cupboard next to my mum and dads bed..It moved its arm and said </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3721245170675325553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/glowing-ghost-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3721245170675325553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3721245170675325553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/glowing-ghost-girl.html' title='The Glowing Ghost Girl'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-5907917358007037705</id><published>2011-03-22T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T14:40:07.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman in a Paddock</title><summary type='text'>I seen this woman in a paddock it was only half of her body. The  bottom half was in the ground and the top half was out of the ground. i was in  the car my brother was driving so i only had a quick glimpse of her. She had  black hair down to her shoulders,creamy coulerd skin and  i did'nt get a good  look at her face.     

Sent in by Robert</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5907917358007037705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/woman-in-paddock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/5907917358007037705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/5907917358007037705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/woman-in-paddock.html' title='Woman in a Paddock'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-2239326352524285820</id><published>2011-03-22T14:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T14:37:59.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From A Distance</title><summary type='text'>ill just cut to the chase, i see ghosts. it has been happening  for a while now and it has become more persistent. the first time i saw a ghost  was at the door way to my brothers room. i was sitting at the computer and i  looked to his door and saw what looked like a man in a grey t shirt. of course i  didn't tell any one. i didn't want to scare them.lately i have been seeing orbs  and flashes. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2239326352524285820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/from-distance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/2239326352524285820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/2239326352524285820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/from-distance.html' title='From A Distance'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-2487167011589097437</id><published>2011-03-22T14:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T14:23:23.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grave Digger</title><summary type='text'>About 50 or 60 years ago in Green Bay,WI there was this man named  Josh. He was very crazy. He got the name Grave Digger when he was spotted by a  man walking near the cemetery. Every night he would take his shovel to the  graveyard a dig a grave at random. When he got to the coffin, he would take all  their possessions all the way down to their underpants.

One day his brother Lou  died and was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2487167011589097437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/grave-digger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/2487167011589097437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/2487167011589097437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/grave-digger.html' title='Grave Digger'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-8758105982032636056</id><published>2011-03-22T14:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T14:21:59.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the pillars</title><summary type='text'>this one time about halv a year ago my cousin had a birthday  party at a fancy motel thing ill say it was renivated by a rich friend and was  old. he gave us a tour and we whent upstairs and i saw some cool rooms and one  room that had a hall way spooked me bad i got a bad vibe off it.  so we go down  stairs to watch a movie whitch was all the party was and i kept feeling watched  at the end i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8758105982032636056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/pillars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/8758105982032636056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/8758105982032636056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/pillars.html' title='the pillars'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-8211867715853611521</id><published>2011-03-22T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T14:13:02.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampires'/><title type='text'>The Vampire</title><summary type='text'>Once I was laying in bed and I heard a vampire so I went under the covers and then I think it bit me and there was a mark on my neck so when I woke up in the morning, i was a little bit scared and I just forgot about it so I was kinda happy kinda sad that it happened because I wanted to become a vampire all of my life and then I turned into a vampire so I am a vampire all because of that so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8211867715853611521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/vampire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/8211867715853611521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/8211867715853611521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/vampire.html' title='The Vampire'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-9076108175235493221</id><published>2011-03-22T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T13:52:10.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Whisperer</title><summary type='text'>I was on my bed when i heard a voice. It kept saying Help me,  help me. I turned and twisted until I could no longer sleep anymore. I went to  get a drink of water and then fell asleep. The next day, I saw a child standing  in front of my school. I didn't recognize him and asked him where he came from.  He just stared at me and finally, he said, "Why didn't you help me?" I was so  shocked that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/9076108175235493221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/ghost-whisperer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/9076108175235493221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/9076108175235493221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/ghost-whisperer.html' title='Ghost Whisperer'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-3396296010530871145</id><published>2011-03-22T12:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T12:04:36.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imaginary Friends'/><title type='text'>The Little Girl Who Lived with My Cousin</title><summary type='text'>I used to go to my cousins house for play dates when I around 5 years old. My mother said that I would never want to go for some reason. Then she realized I was talking about a little girl called Josephine a lot. She didn't know of a Josephine that we knew.

I would be playing with my cousin and all of a sudden the dolls head would spin around by it's self and my cousin would say it's nothing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3396296010530871145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-girl-who-lived-with-my-cousin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3396296010530871145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3396296010530871145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-girl-who-lived-with-my-cousin.html' title='The Little Girl Who Lived with My Cousin'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-4686186946722842038</id><published>2011-03-08T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T11:49:26.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>help</title><summary type='text'>When I was little  like 6 or 8 years old one night I saw 2 ghost a little boy and a little girl. I  never told anyone not even my mom or dad. After that a year later I saw another  little boy and his dad. Every night I would hear footsteps. I'm 13 now and I  moved to a different place in a new home. Now all of the things that used to  happened stopped. Why and why did I hear and see the things I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/4686186946722842038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/4686186946722842038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/4686186946722842038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/help.html' title='help'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-7921500701009016491</id><published>2011-03-07T11:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T11:17:40.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Girl</title><summary type='text'>Hi when I was like 8 years old I was watching TV and my parents were in the kitchen cooking and I started hearing someone sing I can still remember up 2 now I look at the window and I saw a girl looking at me and scratching the window and saying stuff but I didn't understand so I ran in the kitchen and told my mum, and my dad went outside 2 check it out and there was nobody there and 2 get into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7921500701009016491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/ghost-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7921500701009016491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7921500701009016491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/03/ghost-girl.html' title='Ghost Girl'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-5322266681535918527</id><published>2011-02-22T11:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T11:57:29.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Home in the Philippines</title><summary type='text'>I live in P-4 tibanga Iligan city (Philippines). My home is not just simple as other home. I hear from my mom that there's somebody who live with us not a person, nor a animal but a ghost.My mom is right I've notice it every time. I like to clean but I don't know what should I clean, so I decided to clean the cabinet first. And I know that my cousin will arrive. and I think that he will arrive at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5322266681535918527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-home-in-philippines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/5322266681535918527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/5322266681535918527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-home-in-philippines.html' title='Our Home in the Philippines'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-7895446625048911897</id><published>2011-02-21T11:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T11:48:06.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grim Reaper</title><summary type='text'>I'm usually sitting on my bed listening to music 103.9 x. Forgot what song was playing. The lights were on. Then I just happened to look around out the door, when my foster mother just passed then, her steps faded then the door opened slowly then with sound but there was movement in the doorway was a black hooded figure around my height of 5'11. It carried an hourglass. Then it just moved slowly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7895446625048911897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/grim-reaper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7895446625048911897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7895446625048911897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/grim-reaper.html' title='The Grim Reaper'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-5413695894479882989</id><published>2011-02-21T11:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T11:43:17.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Family Room Ghost</title><summary type='text'>My stepsister was watching ghost videos on youtube and when she went to the kitchen I saw a shadow appear. It wasn't the door but we realized the arm of the shadow was the broom. We moved the broom and saw that the shadow was still there. Minutes later the shadow was getting bigger and it was regrowing the arm. We ran into the kitchen to go eat. While we were about to come out and go back to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5413695894479882989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/family-room-ghost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/5413695894479882989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/5413695894479882989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/family-room-ghost.html' title='The Family Room Ghost'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-7834337045561771215</id><published>2011-02-21T11:06:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T11:06:25.446-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aliens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UFOs'/><title type='text'>UFO After Hurricane Katrina</title><summary type='text'>Right after hurricane Katrina me my mother and my sisters were filming how everything turned out after the hurricane.

When me and my sister noticed some strange red light moving very fast in different shapes and sometimes it disappeared.

But strange enough when my family went to play the tape it didn't work. We were always stuck with a question was that really an UFO?

~ Alejandra

Seeking the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7834337045561771215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/ufo-after-hurricane-katrina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7834337045561771215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7834337045561771215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/ufo-after-hurricane-katrina.html' title='UFO After Hurricane Katrina'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-6993182230673833942</id><published>2011-02-18T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T13:05:23.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I woke up I saw something.</title><summary type='text'>hi  I'm Nicole this is a short story when I wake up in 12:00 I open my eyes then I  see a girl with a white dress and her hair was brown if I'm looking at her she  will come closer to me and whispering something that I don't know , if I close  my eyes she will go back to the door and waiting for me to wake up I was so  shocked and scared that was my first time, when I tell my cousins that story  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6993182230673833942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-i-woke-up-i-saw-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6993182230673833942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6993182230673833942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-i-woke-up-i-saw-something.html' title='When I woke up I saw something.'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-2843279715844982717</id><published>2011-02-18T12:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T12:45:44.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Less Cup</title><summary type='text'>Stella (82) went out and brought four cups! Even though she  was the only one living in the house seen as though her husband had passed away  ten years ago! She moved house after about a year of living on her own!  

She had got these four cups and put them safely on the top of her  cupboard so that they wouldn't break! After about a week she had forgotten all  about them and kept on using the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2843279715844982717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-less-cup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/2843279715844982717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/2843279715844982717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-less-cup.html' title='One Less Cup'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-2051765556308363145</id><published>2011-02-18T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T12:43:25.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Was Little I Saw a UFO</title><summary type='text'>When I was little I was trying to get asleep but I was not tired so I decided  to look out of the window of my bedroom! I was getting sleepy so I snuggled down  in bed and was drifting of to sleep when this Blinding light came shining  through my window!

Scared to death I peeped very suspiciously through the  window and there on the backyard was a UFO!! It was round and it had got Loads  and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2051765556308363145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-i-was-little-i-saw-ufo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/2051765556308363145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/2051765556308363145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-i-was-little-i-saw-ufo.html' title='When I Was Little I Saw a UFO'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-3476723596985456573</id><published>2011-02-18T12:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T12:38:25.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The missing burger</title><summary type='text'>This boy called Nathan was cooking some  burgers on the grill. He went in the living room and left the burgers to cook.  When he came back in he pulled out the grill pan but the burgers were not there!  Nobody was in the house except him so nobody else could of got them!

He  looked everywhere for the burgers but he could not fine them anywhere! His  sister came to visit and she when to the bin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3476723596985456573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/missing-burger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3476723596985456573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3476723596985456573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/missing-burger.html' title='The missing burger'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-7925034796483908391</id><published>2011-02-18T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T12:31:49.585-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shadows'/><title type='text'>Shadow Man Grabbed My Shadow</title><summary type='text'>So once, I was out side taking garbage out I know its  dark and I went up to a guy, well I thought he was a guy I reached him and there  was no one there just a shadow, it waved hi so, I waved back it wagged its  finger, I realized it then I was either talking to a spirit or I am seeing  things, it then pointed to my house,I looked back there was nothing there, so I  looked at him again he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7925034796483908391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/shadow-man-grabbed-my-shadow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7925034796483908391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7925034796483908391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/shadow-man-grabbed-my-shadow.html' title='Shadow Man Grabbed My Shadow'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-893879538019943687</id><published>2011-02-08T11:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T11:21:53.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What dripped on my face?</title><summary type='text'>I would like to share the following story with  you and would like to hear what you think this might be...

Last week the  weirdest thing happened to me. I was fast asleep when I felt something dripping  on my face. I wiped my face, but the dripping continued. It hit me just then  that I'm in bed and nothing is suppose to be dripping on my face! I woke up and  saw a black figure hanging over me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/893879538019943687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-dripped-om-my-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/893879538019943687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/893879538019943687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-dripped-om-my-face.html' title='What dripped on my face?'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-745428605907051921</id><published>2011-02-08T11:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T11:19:43.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdness</title><summary type='text'>Me and my sister, misa, were staying at my grand-parents house.  it was at night and we were watching tv. all of a sudden the tv snaps off, we  tried to turn on the lights but they wouldnt turn on. we opened the door and  ran out the room. we decided to go back in and check it out. i ended up falling  asleep in the chair and misa fell asleep in the bed. i woke up to see misa  cuddled up in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/745428605907051921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/weirdness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/745428605907051921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/745428605907051921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/weirdness.html' title='Weirdness'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-7772232213801230429</id><published>2011-02-08T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T11:18:15.551-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UFOs'/><title type='text'>UFO!</title><summary type='text'>I was outside jumping on my trampoline, I look up to see this  wired black object in the sky. it was so close to the ground that it felt like  you could reach up and grab it. I thought you know its some kind of bird. I felt  a strong gush of wind. I looked into the woods and saw what looked like an  alien. it turned around and I felt a strange feeling. I blacked out and when I  woke up I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7772232213801230429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/ufo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7772232213801230429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7772232213801230429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/ufo.html' title='UFO!'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-535985931073313066</id><published>2011-02-08T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T10:39:37.492-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ouija Boards'/><title type='text'>Ouija Board and Blue Book</title><summary type='text'>My mother has had a few Ouija experiences. Most of them were terrifying, but only one was even slightly humorous.

My mother and her friend Helen (alias) were using the Ouija board while talking about my grandmother and how she spoiled my uncle, whose name is Jason (alias). The board said "B-L-U-E-B-O-O-K" "What blue book?" "C-L-O-S-E-T". In the closet of the bedroom was a blue book of children's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/535985931073313066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/ouija-board-and-blue-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/535985931073313066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/535985931073313066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/ouija-board-and-blue-book.html' title='Ouija Board and Blue Book'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-2442649174341245321</id><published>2011-02-08T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T10:36:42.190-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dolls'/><title type='text'>The Doll is Dead</title><summary type='text'>My sister's 9th birthday was yesterday. When I were going shopping  for a present for her, the words repeated in my mind, "She likes dolls she likes  dolls." I saw a Baby Alive doll and I figured it was perfect. So I went home and  quickly wrapped the present and all the decorations were set up for her party. I  noticed all her friends were hiding in the closet because they were gonna  surprise </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2442649174341245321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/doll-is-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/2442649174341245321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/2442649174341245321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/doll-is-dead.html' title='The Doll is Dead'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-2119455999814268093</id><published>2011-02-08T10:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T10:31:41.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my true ghost story</title><summary type='text'>when i was ten i was a normal kid i played sports i  would go hunting with my father we lived in a house where an an old viatnam  soldier had lived and died at first when we moved in i could feel as if someone  was watching me i got up in the early morning at about six o clock i looked  out the window i could see a war battle going on i saw the soldier that lived  there he turned his head and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2119455999814268093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-true-ghost-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/2119455999814268093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/2119455999814268093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-true-ghost-story.html' title='my true ghost story'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-8417174650869986391</id><published>2011-01-27T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T12:16:34.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlikely Strangeness</title><summary type='text'>I moved into my newly built house about 9 years ago ( just south of Gettysburg, PA ). The first night there I had a horrible dream about ghosts being in my house. I figured it was only new house jitters. Several years later, I was sleeping in my room and around 4 am, I heard a crinkling noise. I thought my dog had gotten into a bag in the closet, but then I remembered that I had let her out of my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8417174650869986391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/unlikely-strangeness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/8417174650869986391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/8417174650869986391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/unlikely-strangeness.html' title='Unlikely Strangeness'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-858548460941849293</id><published>2011-01-24T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T12:00:13.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Top Hat Ghost</title><summary type='text'>I was about five and it was very dark (well it was at night).

I was lying down on my bottom bunk with my nine year old sister on the top. when I turned around to find a pair of legs about three inches away from my face. at first I thought that it was my dad.

I kicked the top bunk to wake my sister up.as she started to have a go at me for waking her up it went all silent. I said 'what is the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/858548460941849293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/top-hat-ghost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/858548460941849293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/858548460941849293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/top-hat-ghost.html' title='The Top Hat Ghost'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-5986351142012539380</id><published>2011-01-22T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T11:48:18.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Moved In To A Spirits House</title><summary type='text'>We have just moved into this house after my grandfather died like 2 weeks ago. I have my own room, well one day I was reading a book in my room when all of a sudden I heard deep breathing over me. I looked around to see who it was but no one was there. I got up and went to walk out into the living room when the door started shaking, it was opening and closing over and over for at least 5 minutes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5986351142012539380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-i-moved-in-to-spirits-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/5986351142012539380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/5986351142012539380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-i-moved-in-to-spirits-house.html' title='When I Moved In To A Spirits House'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-6710602081911269511</id><published>2011-01-18T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T13:40:50.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Graveyard</title><summary type='text'> This is a true story, my friend was trick or treating on  Halloween with some other girls her mum told her not to take the shortcut  through the graveyard my friend thought she was trying to scare them ( after all  it was Halloween! ) so they ignored her.
They were just walking through the  Graveyard when they heard a load scraping noise but they just thought it was a  animal of some sort, Then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6710602081911269511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/graveyard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6710602081911269511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6710602081911269511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/graveyard.html' title='The Graveyard'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-4260749610088385054</id><published>2011-01-18T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T11:49:44.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl In My House</title><summary type='text'>My name is  Mikayla and I am 13 years old. I don't remember what day it was but it was  sometime during the school year a few years ago. After school one day my  stepbrothers and I and I few of the neighbor kids decided that we were going to  play a little game of base ball(I know what does this have anything to do with  the story). My brother at the time was wearing some winter gloves and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/4260749610088385054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/girl-in-my-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/4260749610088385054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/4260749610088385054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/girl-in-my-house.html' title='The Girl In My House'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-7298117802687044745</id><published>2011-01-15T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T12:04:09.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Recent Ghost</title><summary type='text'>I just moved into a brand newly build apartment. one day as I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom which has the reflection of my balcony door. I saw through the reflection a male in white walk from the balcony inside and turned into one of the rooms. I thought it was my partner as he was outside the balcony at the time so I didn't think anything. when I finished brushing my teeth I walked out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7298117802687044745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/most-recent-ghost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7298117802687044745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7298117802687044745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/most-recent-ghost.html' title='Most Recent Ghost'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-2173596239969373310</id><published>2011-01-14T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T12:01:56.341-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloody Mary'/><title type='text'>Bloody Mary</title><summary type='text'>Bloody Mary is a girl that was beautiful and was a princess until one of her sisters got jealous and hanged Bloody Mary.

Some people say that her dad put her in a box and dug her alive sleeping... then the dad put a bell around her finger to make sure if she died or not... then the dad went to go and open the box, bloody Mary's finger nails were off stuck on the board.

Sent in by Kaitlin King

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2173596239969373310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/bloody-mary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/2173596239969373310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/2173596239969373310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/bloody-mary.html' title='Bloody Mary'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-2995845108315796830</id><published>2011-01-11T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T11:51:54.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mirror</title><summary type='text'>One summer morning, as I lay in my bed, I awoke with a feeling that I wasn't alone. I looked to my left and right. Nothing. Then I looked ahead of me, at my mirror. All I saw was a huge flash of light. I studied the mirror and as I kept looking, I saw a young girl, about my age. She looked menacingly at me with her blank, cold, colorless eyes and bared her pointed, shiny teeth at me. She wore a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2995845108315796830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-mirror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/2995845108315796830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/2995845108315796830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-mirror.html' title='My Mirror'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-247174584559747083</id><published>2011-01-08T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T11:50:04.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted Beach</title><summary type='text'>hi! I'm anastasios! I have been experienced a haunting which is absolutely true! when I was 13 I decided to do a party to celebrate my birthday! I did the party and I was rely happy that day! but when everybody left I stayed alone in the beach! suddenly I heard and I saw a woman with a baby shouting "I'm drowning, I'm drowning!" I suddenly put out all my clothes and I ran in the sea to help them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/247174584559747083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/haunted-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/247174584559747083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/247174584559747083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/haunted-beach.html' title='Haunted Beach'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-2906126824502579498</id><published>2011-01-05T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T11:38:07.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bulalakaw</title><summary type='text'>this true experience happened when I was in high school.at age  16 I never believe in ghost but when I experienced this everything change.you  know the house of my uncle was near a abandoned hospital.I was smoking in their  terrace around 10pm when suddenly a heard a scream sounded like this"KEK KEK  KEK"and when I looked up I this ball of fire I could not believe what I'm seeing  so I closed my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2906126824502579498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/bulalakaw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/2906126824502579498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/2906126824502579498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/bulalakaw.html' title='bulalakaw'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-7411609785840848375</id><published>2011-01-04T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T11:21:34.505-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UFOs'/><title type='text'>Red Star UFO in Mexico</title><summary type='text'>Well my mom always talks to us about when she was younger. Well she told us that when she was younger she went to a funeral and she was the first one to come home with two of her sisters and they lived in Mexico. They were walking home and they saw a red object flying low in the sky. She said it looked like a star with a lot of spikes but the weird thing is that when that red object was passing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7411609785840848375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/red-star-ufo-in-mexico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7411609785840848375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7411609785840848375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/red-star-ufo-in-mexico.html' title='Red Star UFO in Mexico'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-6509195904023951877</id><published>2011-01-02T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T12:07:43.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds in the Attic</title><summary type='text'>ok so this happened like 5 minutes ago. wait, first let me tell you about my house. my house has never been haunted before because I have been living in this house for 15 years. so we added onto our house. we constructed my parents room and my sisters room. we have rats in our attic and we have caught many so far. but this time when we added on to our house, we completely blocked off the attic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6509195904023951877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/sounds-in-attic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6509195904023951877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6509195904023951877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2011/01/sounds-in-attic.html' title='Sounds in the Attic'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-1373302331664993558</id><published>2010-12-22T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T12:12:29.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one AND only truth</title><summary type='text'>Story: For 13 years we lived in this house with my sis mum and dad. when I was little. the house was perfect until 3 years ago.

First experience my mum, she was out in the garden weeding, me and ma sis was at grans and dad was at work. anyway he was at the bottom of the garden when something pushed her she looked down to where she felt its hand and blood was pouring and one was there. she raced </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1373302331664993558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-and-only-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/1373302331664993558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/1373302331664993558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-and-only-truth.html' title='the one AND only truth'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-8465523763171966264</id><published>2010-12-14T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T12:17:47.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The  Ghost  Sisters</title><summary type='text'>So far I've seen three ghosts in my house. The weird thing is that they all look the same. One day, I was taking a shower when I saw a girl that was about 12 years old with curly black hair, a long white nightgown, and was really white. When I opened the shower door, she disappeared.

Two weeks later,I was getting ready to go to school when I saw a girl around my age standing next to a chair in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8465523763171966264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/12/ghost-sisters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/8465523763171966264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/8465523763171966264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/12/ghost-sisters.html' title='The  Ghost  Sisters'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-5906624028672059697</id><published>2010-12-13T11:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:49:32.246-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dolls'/><title type='text'>The Terror doll</title><summary type='text'>Hi I'm Aurora and here's my story of the doll that tried to kill me. Our home in LA caught on fire so we decided to move. we moved to a nice home in New York. there was 5 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. it cost us about 20K but we still got it. now here's the real story.

"Mom where dose this door go to?" I asked "I don't know why do you go check it out?" my mom said as she washed dishes. "okay" I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5906624028672059697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/12/terror-doll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/5906624028672059697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/5906624028672059697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/12/terror-doll.html' title='The Terror doll'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-6721708025709752949</id><published>2010-10-01T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T09:41:02.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ghost Friend</title><summary type='text'>It started when I was a baby in 1979 my great uncle was a mentally ill and he would punch me around the house in my stroller he died when I was just a few months old when I was three we moved into the house where he lived when he died I did not remember hi but I will tell stories that he would tell me about my grandfather that I would not have know I would play in the attic with him every day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6721708025709752949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-ghost-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6721708025709752949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6721708025709752949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-ghost-friend.html' title='My Ghost Friend'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-3014783620672844425</id><published>2010-10-01T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T09:39:33.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl</title><summary type='text'>When I was about 13 I kept having these dreams about a girl, they were never the same but always had the same girl in it. this happened for a few months. 

That Christmas my uncle came to stay and he slept in my bed while I slept in my sisters room. that night my sister accidentally woke me up when she was rearranging her quilt, she went back to sleep but I couldn't and after a few minutes I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3014783620672844425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3014783620672844425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3014783620672844425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/girl.html' title='The Girl'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-108924726893772568</id><published>2010-10-01T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T09:37:08.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Next to Bed</title><summary type='text'>Well, I was up in bed I stay awake 'til 1:00. so, I looked to the left and I saw a big white spirit right next to me. I tried to wake up my mom but she wouldn't wake up. every time I blink I see ghost tracks, and then I got trapped in my room I fell down the steps. and then there was three spirits. I put on my coat and ran out the door. I wanted to go home but something even more scary happened..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/108924726893772568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/ghost-next-to-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/108924726893772568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/108924726893772568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/ghost-next-to-bed.html' title='Ghost Next to Bed'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-7095056897073417585</id><published>2010-10-01T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T09:32:57.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghosts Playing Cards</title><summary type='text'>Well the story's not about me its about my grandma. It was 1974 and she was at here sisters house and it was about 12:00 at night she woke up to the sound of people playing cards.So she walked toward the kitchen and she saw people playing cards and tried to go back to sleep.When she couldn't take it any more she went to her sister and told her to tell here friends to stop playing then she said </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7095056897073417585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/ghosts-playing-cards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7095056897073417585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7095056897073417585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/ghosts-playing-cards.html' title='Ghosts Playing Cards'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-679824619676876498</id><published>2010-10-01T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T09:27:07.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl with Bloody  Eyes</title><summary type='text'>I know a lot about the unknown monsters the Wendigo and such but one of those things I've seen myself I was at my dads friends place waiting in the car for him when I saw a little girl that came up to the window and she screamed a blood curdling scream I closed my eyes and counted to ten I was scared because she had bloody eyes.

After that day I always felt like she was still with me.

So don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/679824619676876498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/girl-with-bloody-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/679824619676876498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/679824619676876498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/10/girl-with-bloody-eyes.html' title='The Girl with Bloody  Eyes'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-1864724396971060986</id><published>2010-06-15T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T18:24:40.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Lived with Four Ghosts</title><summary type='text'>A year ago I was living in a apartment building where the whole building was haunted, every night I would think, what is it out there? Then one night I went to get a drink and I saw these 3 ghosts sitting at my computer. I asked them what they wanted and they typed they wanted to play, so I said Tomorrow in the daylight. I thought that would get rid of them but at 4 A.M. they woke me up with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1864724396971060986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-i-lived-with-four-ghosts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/1864724396971060986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/1864724396971060986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-i-lived-with-four-ghosts.html' title='How I Lived with Four Ghosts'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-6022002319905301861</id><published>2010-06-04T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:30:31.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The white hand wrist band</title><summary type='text'>This is a story about an old hospital.It is located in a forest. Me and my neighbour was looking for herbs for some new medication. Our trip was going smoothly until 8.30p.m. when we saw a hospital deep inside the forest. Actually we though that was a normal hospital so we wanted to borrow he toilet. We went in, but there's no one there. We called out,"Anyone there?" To our surprise, someone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6022002319905301861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/white-hand-wrist-band.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6022002319905301861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6022002319905301861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/white-hand-wrist-band.html' title='The white hand wrist band'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-8483960442111505483</id><published>2010-06-03T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:47:05.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Footsteps</title><summary type='text'>Sarah was walking at night, its what she did when she was sad or depressed. No one was out, and no one was usually out at this time of night, only dunks who were at bars. Sarah kept walking, she had just been dumped by her boyfriend for the girl at school she hated the most, she sighs and crosses the street and walks past a grave yard and turned the corner.

She walked for about an hour before </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8483960442111505483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/footsteps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/8483960442111505483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/8483960442111505483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/footsteps.html' title='Footsteps'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-8714817694154079635</id><published>2010-06-02T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:29:14.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THEM</title><summary type='text'>Hi! I'm Nicole I'm only 12 but these are VERY true stories.  I was about 9 or 10 when i was watching TV and i saw a man wearing nothing but brown everything. Except his black hair. He was very tall say about 6 ft. and he reminded me so much of my grandfather... well at least in the pictures. any ways i followed him then all of a sudden he disappeared in a thick mist. i started running to my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8714817694154079635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/8714817694154079635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/8714817694154079635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/them.html' title='THEM'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-817869829038453393</id><published>2010-06-01T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T18:26:58.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My mom saw a devil imitating me</title><summary type='text'>Ok so I slept over at my mom's haunted house for the weekend about a year ago. I fell asleep on the couch in the small living room and my mom and my brother fell asleep in the recliners in the big living room. the big TV is right in front of them (the livings rooms are right next to eachother) my mom woke up in the middle of night cuz she claimed she heard me talking on the phone. she said I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/817869829038453393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-mom-saw-devil-imitating-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/817869829038453393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/817869829038453393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-mom-saw-devil-imitating-me.html' title='My mom saw a devil imitating me'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-3195584051433218571</id><published>2010-05-28T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T20:08:00.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Scary True Tale</title><summary type='text'>It was near midnight when a strange vehicle pulled up into our yard, I was only twelve at the time and my dad wasn't home, just my brother,Jeremy, and my mom,Beverly was home. we looked out the window and watched a dark figure get out of the car, It was a normal size young man with the scariest dull look on his face. The look of a psycho. He pulled out a knife and started walking around the house</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3195584051433218571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-scary-true-tale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3195584051433218571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3195584051433218571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-scary-true-tale.html' title='My Scary True Tale'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-859739357148926590</id><published>2010-05-27T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:07:52.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elmer's Bridge</title><summary type='text'>June 22nd 1945, Elmer Murdle was driving home from work around 1:30 at night,  He took the curve on 176th street right after Bluff Road and rolled his car into the ditch and died under the bridge.  Local folklore says that if you go to this bridge at 1:30 at night you can see his car come around the curve roll down the ditch and burst into flames.

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It still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1333297941309966574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/psychic-or-just-weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/1333297941309966574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/1333297941309966574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/psychic-or-just-weird.html' title='Psychic or Just Weird?'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-6488949952565228229</id><published>2010-05-27T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T19:57:52.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is My Brothers Room Haunted?</title><summary type='text'>When my brother was 5 he went to sleep and after a couple of hours he woke up to find an old lady hovering in his room!

He was scared at first and thought it was his mind playing tricks on him, but when he came down stairs in the morning and told my mother what he had seen, my mother instantly thought that it could have been her Nana (my great Nana) as the old lady had black curly hair and no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6488949952565228229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/is-my-brothers-room-haunted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6488949952565228229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6488949952565228229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/is-my-brothers-room-haunted.html' title='Is My Brothers Room Haunted?'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-86833613351091868</id><published>2010-05-27T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T19:56:17.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><summary type='text'>I was on the phone to my father and we got talking about a cat that my father once owned and died after getting run over by a car. My family has a record of cats getting run over by cars. He said that his cat flap opened all of a sudden so I said it was his dead cat. But the thing is all the cats my family had owned had died at a specific spot on a road in my home town of St Neots. I wonder if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/86833613351091868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/86833613351091868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/86833613351091868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-6173736958015738452</id><published>2010-05-24T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:16:47.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Empty Shed</title><summary type='text'>During spring break, I was watching TV and suddenly my cousins and brother came running into the house. They were screaming and one of them was jumping up and down and yelling, "Oh my gosh!" We asked them what happened and they told us something weird.

They said they were playing outside in the backyard and one of my cousins was near the shed that our grandpa built. She looked in the window on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6173736958015738452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/empty-shed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6173736958015738452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6173736958015738452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/empty-shed.html' title='The Empty Shed'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-3335480830668937384</id><published>2010-05-23T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T19:59:43.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Hospital</title><summary type='text'>my mums friend wanted a house in the country so she went to have a look in this old hospital turned into a flats she was a bit put of buy it being a hospital but still went to have a look wile she was there she felt like she was being followed and she stared to get pins and needles and she felt really funny after they looked around the estate agent left her and her partner to chat and they were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3335480830668937384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/ghost-hospital.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3335480830668937384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3335480830668937384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/ghost-hospital.html' title='Ghost Hospital'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-6781209797010815176</id><published>2010-05-18T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:01:28.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Beach House</title><summary type='text'>When I was vacationing in the outer banks, I stayed in a beach house (of course). one night I was alone, my girlfriend ran to get some ice cream from the local store, so I was alone with my dog playing computer games. what I'm saying is real,I DID NOT make it up! I hear a scream, this loud, gurgly scream, sounding like a young woman. I walked out onto the deck and didn't hear anything. so I want </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6781209797010815176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/weird-beach-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6781209797010815176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6781209797010815176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/weird-beach-house.html' title='Weird Beach House'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-3041581908406728077</id><published>2010-05-17T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:15:41.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bloody Man in Black</title><summary type='text'>I saw this man in my room, which was really dark. Near my wardrobe, at the corner, I saw it with my own eyes. I didn't have my camera then. I loved to share with you. You see, when I woke up the next morning, I can't remember if it's a dream or not. It was really in between. He was black, with big, red, bloody spots. It was really disgusting. I hid behind my covers and slept. This is a real story</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3041581908406728077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/bloody-man-in-black.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3041581908406728077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3041581908406728077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/bloody-man-in-black.html' title='The Bloody Man in Black'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-7052278167997776121</id><published>2010-05-16T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:14:08.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ghost on the Stair Case</title><summary type='text'>It started off as a awesome, fun filled night when my family and I were watching "The Grudge 2" After the movie was over we were all on our way to bed when I saw a whisp of a white thing. I ran and told my mother and she said" Lauren there are no such thing as ghosts and if there were the only reason they would make themselves noticed would be if they needed help." So being patient I went to my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7052278167997776121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/ghost-on-stair-case.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7052278167997776121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7052278167997776121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/ghost-on-stair-case.html' title='The Ghost on the Stair Case'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-3571090119603581983</id><published>2010-05-16T12:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T13:15:11.571-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Possession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Demons'/><title type='text'>Anneliese Michel was Murdered</title><summary type='text'>Anneliese Michel was murdered you cannot put it past me that the darkness or evilness that so like possessed her was not to be how do I know you ask well I have a connection with the world that people only dream of.

I would of known if she was possessed a long time ago, there are no known entities on this planet, the only thing that possessed her was her imagination and the people that believe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3571090119603581983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/anneliese-michel-was-murdered.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3571090119603581983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3571090119603581983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/anneliese-michel-was-murdered.html' title='Anneliese Michel was Murdered'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-6066769567905114316</id><published>2010-05-16T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T10:33:28.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UFOs'/><title type='text'>UFO Sightings</title><summary type='text'>A lot of UFO Sightings are sighted in my country, Singapore. I had never saw one in my life, but one day my life is becoming more and more scarier! I saw it about last month. When me and my family are going home after dinner out side, I spotted a round thing in the sky. I can't see it clearly, but when it came nearer, I realized I was a UFO! I screamed and screamed. My parent's look up at where I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6066769567905114316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/ufo-sightings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6066769567905114316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6066769567905114316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/ufo-sightings.html' title='UFO Sightings'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-3077573294660621027</id><published>2010-05-16T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T08:45:00.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghostly Encounter</title><summary type='text'>okay, I usually don't believe in ghosts, and I am not that religious, but this has really got me thinking. this one time I went over to my girls house and we were, um, kinda gonna do it, and just to let you know, I am 21, so anyway, I arrived, rung the doorbell and she didn't answer. so I go around to the back and I see someone in the back looking at me. I didn't no who he was so I just left. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3077573294660621027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/ghostly-encounter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3077573294660621027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3077573294660621027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/ghostly-encounter.html' title='Ghostly Encounter'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-7731745699305736003</id><published>2010-05-16T08:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T08:20:41.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Me or the Houses?</title><summary type='text'>First time I can remember ever believing in ghosts, feeling one, was in a old white 2 story house in a small old rinky dink town. I was 5 and something would always play with me but no one would be there, I've always felt it with me. Not an imaginary friend, something non-psychological.

My friends never came over because they said they didn't trust my house. Very weird. I got to the age 14 with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7731745699305736003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/is-it-me-or-houses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7731745699305736003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7731745699305736003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/is-it-me-or-houses.html' title='Is it Me or the Houses?'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-3425972459816320664</id><published>2010-05-16T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T08:19:04.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Telephone Operator Ghost</title><summary type='text'>I once worked as a security guard in 1993 in Wichita, KS and in that job worked in a Southwestern Bell 12 story telephone building at night. While I never saw the ghost, it is said a lady employee  jumped off the building in a suicide in 1978 and became a ghost on the 7th floor, 6th floor was for the operators. One morning I was working two shifts and at 7 am the janitor crew came down and said </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3425972459816320664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/telephone-operator-ghost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3425972459816320664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3425972459816320664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/telephone-operator-ghost.html' title='Telephone Operator Ghost'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-4538852756019176420</id><published>2010-05-16T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T08:08:51.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phone Ghost</title><summary type='text'>Once in the midnight.Me and my family were searching for my cell phone but we couldn't find it.Suddenly with my cell phone somebody called on my dad's cell phone.The caller sounded like a baby and it was laughing.Again it called us, but it didn't answer.The ghost also recorded the sound of it's footsteps and breathe for knowing that it was a ghost who had the cell i guess.In the mornig we got the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/4538852756019176420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/cell-phone-ghost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/4538852756019176420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/4538852756019176420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/cell-phone-ghost.html' title='Cell Phone Ghost'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-6257791286957871901</id><published>2010-05-16T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T08:07:12.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mothers Ashes</title><summary type='text'>I am hesitant about emailing you from the fear of sounding like a nut case! Can you direct me to someone that can help me? Since we moved into our home in 1992 we have been having unexplained things happen. I brought my mother's ashes home in 2005 and the activity has picked up considerably. Last night we were terrified by an unearthly scream at 2 am. Daily hear footsteps, muffled noises and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6257791286957871901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-mothers-ashes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6257791286957871901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6257791286957871901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-mothers-ashes.html' title='My Mothers Ashes'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-1668894848153809746</id><published>2010-05-15T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:12:26.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuts and Bruises</title><summary type='text'>one night as I was on the computer as usual ever ynight I started to realize that I had an unusual craving to see scary thing on the internet. so I started looking through websites to find stuff.I came over the cut and battered face of a girl named Regan from the movie the exorcist.  later that night I went to bed. not knowing what was going to happen I felt a strange feeling as I layed down.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1668894848153809746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/cuts-and-bruises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/1668894848153809746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/1668894848153809746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/cuts-and-bruises.html' title='Cuts and Bruises'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-7280864981646518116</id><published>2010-05-12T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T20:19:19.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bracelet</title><summary type='text'>I was to stay with a friend and we all had to get around for a dance club, Her mother left hours before us to go to a bar, Well to start this out my friends mom asked to barrow a bracelet that her daughter had (very beautiful bracelet),Well she gave it to her and her mom left.As all of us got ready to leave her mom called and said she lost it, Well we went to the club for a couple of hours and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7280864981646518116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/bracelet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7280864981646518116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7280864981646518116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/bracelet.html' title='The Bracelet'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-8081191606505629823</id><published>2010-05-12T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T20:17:21.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Experiences with Ghosts</title><summary type='text'>I'm twelve years old and in these twelve years I've had a number or paranormal experiences. The first that I can remember is when we were driving past a graveyard and I saw a transparent, shadowy figure standing behind a tombstone.

But the first truly frightening experience is the time that, late at night, as I was getting ready for bed, I heard the voice of a young girl sing a sort of chant. it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8081191606505629823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-experiences-with-ghosts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/8081191606505629823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/8081191606505629823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-experiences-with-ghosts.html' title='My Experiences with Ghosts'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-7827967457957522791</id><published>2010-05-12T20:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T20:16:07.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Out</title><summary type='text'>One night Saturday, October 11, 2008 we were sitting at Brianna's house (my friend) and her dad and mom was gone so it was just us in the house at that time. We like ghost hauntings and things so we thought it would be fun to get the tape recorder and try to see if we can pick up a connection with something. We tried doing that because her mom had told stories about the house. Things about it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7827967457957522791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/get-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7827967457957522791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7827967457957522791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/get-out.html' title='Get Out'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-5214622612587294562</id><published>2010-05-12T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T20:08:55.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't See Me, But I'm Here</title><summary type='text'>In November 1997,  My friend and co-worker Eric Smith, asked if I would like to visit a haunted house for the weekend.  I told him he was crazy and that I would go but as a non-believer.  My life changed that weekend.  Little did I know that I was going to Oklahoma's most documented haunted house.  My experiences there were nothing short of incredible and frightening to say the least.

Spirits </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5214622612587294562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-cant-see-me-but-im-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/5214622612587294562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/5214622612587294562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-cant-see-me-but-im-here.html' title='You Can&apos;t See Me, But I&apos;m Here'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-9214301125120081674</id><published>2010-05-12T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:31:17.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cave of the Winds</title><summary type='text'>The cave of the winds is a cave that a man built. I went there and I got to see how it was like. We got to hear some ghost stories. Our tour guide said that a woman didn't believe in any ghost when they were at the post card spot. And there was this huge hole for people from Wisconsin. The man that made that hole for people from Wisconsin because the man didn't like people from that state. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/9214301125120081674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/cave-of-winds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/9214301125120081674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/9214301125120081674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/cave-of-winds.html' title='Cave of the Winds'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-7872218167120904797</id><published>2010-05-12T10:30:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:30:56.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost on the Couch</title><summary type='text'>In my old house I had two couches in my livingroom. I had fallen asleep with my sister on one couch and the other one was blank. So, I wake up in the middle of the night unable to sleep.

And when I sit up in see a man laying down in the other couch with his hand on his head staring back at me! I was soooooooooo frightened. I didn't know what to do at first I thought it was my dad but why would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7872218167120904797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/ghost-on-couch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7872218167120904797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7872218167120904797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/ghost-on-couch.html' title='Ghost on the Couch'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-1184261223534353247</id><published>2010-05-12T10:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:30:40.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ghost of Mr Williams</title><summary type='text'>Mr. Williams is a ghost that always looked after me Laura McGuire.  Mr. Williams was a very good friend and a neighbor.  He died of a big hart attack.  When I was a baby he always took care of me.  When everyone was in the living room we herd pots and pans, making noise in the kitchen.  My mom looked in the kitchen but nobody was there.  It was Christmas day my whole family was at my house. I was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1184261223534353247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/ghost-of-mr-williams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/1184261223534353247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/1184261223534353247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/ghost-of-mr-williams.html' title='The Ghost of Mr Williams'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-5020262393607081943</id><published>2010-05-12T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:30:17.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Headless Horseman</title><summary type='text'>There were these five children in Greenwich,Pennsylvania. The date was October 31,1600. They were walking on a stone road and they walked under a bridge. They heard a high-pitched bark at the other end of the tunnel. It was a little Scottie dog. It had a little scarf on it. The children walked through the dark forest. A lady came up to them. She was looking for her lost Scottie dog. They pointed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5020262393607081943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/headless-horseman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/5020262393607081943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/5020262393607081943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/headless-horseman.html' title='The Headless Horseman'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-14850013720031686</id><published>2010-05-12T10:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:29:11.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Faceless Ghost</title><summary type='text'>I am Francesca. I am 14. I live in California with my family. It was like two years ago. We only live for women in the house. My mom, me and my two sisters. I lived in that house for like 11 years. but thank god! that we moved!

OK so my mom said I should take a shower twice a day and then that night I was taking a shower. the door was open because no one is downstairs they are all upstairs. and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/14850013720031686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/faceless-ghost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/14850013720031686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/14850013720031686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/faceless-ghost.html' title='The Faceless Ghost'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-2997985035001164545</id><published>2010-05-12T10:28:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:28:55.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeeeee!</title><summary type='text'>It all started when me and friend were taking a bath in our swimsuits, but before we went into the bath we both had to go to the bathroom really really bad! So my friend went to the downstairs bathroom,  and I went to the upstairs one. Then I was already in the tub and all of a sudden my sprinted up the stairs and said" did you hear that?" and I had no idea what she was talking about. She said </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2997985035001164545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/meeeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/2997985035001164545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/2997985035001164545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/meeeeee.html' title='Meeeeee!'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-6170950035332593861</id><published>2010-05-12T10:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:28:36.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ghost in the Mirror</title><summary type='text'>When I was about five years old I lived on the Hobbins (A little village.)It was about nine at night when a face appeared in our bathroom mirror opposite my room.

The Next week it happened again but it was Halloween night and I couldn't sleep,so I went into my mom's room and I caught a glimpse of a ghost just like the ones had seen on a ghost pictures web. It was really scared.

Last night it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6170950035332593861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/ghost-in-mirror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6170950035332593861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6170950035332593861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/ghost-in-mirror.html' title='The Ghost in the Mirror'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-5608577333945007596</id><published>2010-05-12T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:28:15.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving to a New House</title><summary type='text'>we had just moved in about 3 years ago.my dad had died. it was just me and my mother.sometimes my brother had stayed with us. I wasn't really a big fan of sleeping in my own bed. it was around the month of august when my mother had asked for a sign,or to make a light turn. when she said that a light in the dinning room had turned on. we were amazed when this happened.

then one night my mom was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5608577333945007596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/moving-to-new-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/5608577333945007596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/5608577333945007596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/moving-to-new-house.html' title='Moving to a New House'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-4071502023595837621</id><published>2010-05-12T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:27:49.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Gonna Get You</title><summary type='text'>My parents have been divorced since I was a baby. So I have to switch houses a lot. when this happened I was at my dads.

So one night when I was about 10 years old my dad asked me to go and get another gallon of milk out of the basement fringe. I hesitated because my dad all ways tries very hard to scare me. But NORMALLY it never works.

Well I started down the wooden stairs to the basement. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/4071502023595837621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-gonna-get-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/4071502023595837621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/4071502023595837621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-gonna-get-you.html' title='I&apos;m Gonna Get You'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-6781094322880656249</id><published>2010-05-01T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T10:23:05.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Unfair, why should the death be different?</title><summary type='text'>People say seeing things or wanting to learn the arts of Wicca will make you become a freak. well this story that I'm going to tell you is real.

My father is a real witch in a foreign country. All my life I've been wondering why I love witches and vampires so much. I've said and seen things that haven't happened yet. I have no idea whether I'm a half-blood or what but I really want to find out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6781094322880656249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/lifes-unfair-why-should-death-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6781094322880656249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/6781094322880656249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/05/lifes-unfair-why-should-death-be.html' title='Life&apos;s Unfair, why should the death be different?'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-7652918681595551985</id><published>2010-04-16T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T10:01:00.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Moving or is it Just Me?</title><summary type='text'>The other day I sat down next to the computer with a cup of water beside me.I had saw it move towards the computer.I put it back to where I had put it at the start and then turned around and then I looked at the cup and then it was empty.

Later on that night, I went to put make-up on in the mirror and the next minute I saw a face that was a bit blurry.I had jumped and I ran outside and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7652918681595551985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-moving-or-is-it-just-me_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7652918681595551985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/7652918681595551985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-moving-or-is-it-just-me_16.html' title='Something Moving or is it Just Me?'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-792225895120065162</id><published>2010-04-16T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T08:50:05.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shower Scars</title><summary type='text'>As a child, I never grew up in a house that was completely mine. It always was an apartment or someone else's house. So you can understand when people accidentally leave things behind.

I had barely moved into a new apartment, quiet, and alone from everyone else.

Around 3 years old, I never experienced anything as I did, everyday when I took a shower. It seemed unusual at that time, to believe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/792225895120065162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/04/shower-scars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/792225895120065162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/792225895120065162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/04/shower-scars.html' title='Shower Scars'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-3103627777153877536</id><published>2010-04-14T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T10:41:02.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backyard Ghost</title><summary type='text'>I remember when I was 11 years old, I always went downstairs to chill with my dad on nights I didn't have to go to school. We would play the game together and everything. One night when I went into the kitchen to get us a snack and I saw a shadow swiftly walk past the backdoor..It was almost as if he flew by instead of walked.I thought nothing of ..Then it happened again a few nights in a row so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3103627777153877536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/04/backyard-ghost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3103627777153877536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/3103627777153877536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/04/backyard-ghost.html' title='Backyard Ghost'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-1816785964441425771</id><published>2010-04-10T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T10:37:45.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The slamming Door</title><summary type='text'>In October of 2006 my friend and I were sitting in my room watching Halloween movies and talking. I got up to go to the bathroom and reached out my hand to open the door. The door was not all the way closed it was sitting agents the sliding thing that goes into the door. I reached for the door and BAM... It slammed shut. I just froze in confusion and fear. I immediately looked down to see if my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1816785964441425771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/04/slamming-door.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/1816785964441425771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/1816785964441425771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/04/slamming-door.html' title='The slamming Door'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-8122841770512504010</id><published>2010-04-10T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T10:30:24.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hand Touched my Back</title><summary type='text'>It was at night when I felt A hand touch my back!

The owner of the house was nervous when I asked him if the house if the house was haunted.I usually like scary things,but this time I was freaked out! Then on Tuesday someone said my name,here comes the freaky part I WAS BY MY SELF!

Now I still have the same feeling from then.I think some one followed me home. not some one, something!

Feel free</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8122841770512504010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/04/hand-touched-my-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/8122841770512504010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/8122841770512504010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/04/hand-touched-my-back.html' title='A Hand Touched my Back'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306063490005805610.post-2976768758908161478</id><published>2010-04-10T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T10:28:13.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Creature in Mexico</title><summary type='text'>My cousin used to live in Mexico in a farm our goats were bloody along with are chicken it was not the el chupa cabra it was not a ghost it was a dark thing the face could not be told but it would attack anything on its way not fake I swear my cousin told me a demon from hell had risen in Mexico or dark alien next day black creature running in crops my cousin and a bunch of men ran after it with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2976768758908161478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/04/dark-creature-in-mexico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/2976768758908161478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306063490005805610/posts/default/2976768758908161478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranormaltales.blogspot.com/2010/04/dark-creature-in-mexico.html' title='Dark Creature in Mexico'/><author><name>Dr Strange Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9EgXe0UTy8/TbGORD88DvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E734rsXb7tM/s220/antique-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
