Ghost Stories & Personal Experiences

This experience happened when I was quite young. I was at home and we had a bunch of people over celebrating my dad’s birthday. As the party was picking up, I decided to go to my room, as I was the only kid at the party and was feeling a little bored after helping my mother serve snacks to their guest. I have a dart board on one side of my bedroom that I always try to get a bull’s eye in before I go to sleep. I walked into the room and up to the dart board. I pulled the darts out and walked to the other side of my bed, which was placed eight feet away from the dart board. I was about to turn around to the board, when all of a sudden, all around me appeared what looked like ashes and sparks flying. They were flying around me body in a spiral fashion. I almost fainted with fear. I ran out of my room and said a prayer in the hallway before turning around and re-entering my bedroom, with my heart still beating hard. I picked up my phone to call my brother, who lived with his girl friend. I have always talked to him about anything and everything. It was 6:22 pm when this happened. I was not asleep so it couldn’t be a dream or nightmare. While talking to my brother, who first laughed at me when I told him why I was calling, they reappeared. This time only a few ashes and sparks. I paused to say a prayer again in my head, and they disappeared after a few moments. From then on I referred to these ashes as spirit lights. My brother figured I must be hallucinating. I had no other explanation so I assumed he was correct. To understand what I actually saw, imagine you are sitting around a bonfire and someone throws a log on it. The way the sparks look as they rise up from the fire is exactly what the ashes and sparks looked like in my room. And I had seen them a few more times since, once a few months later and twice a year later.

This real experience was later adapted into The Group of Seven and the Old Mill Ghost, where it is told through a fictional character and setting as William’s experience.

It was four weeks before my mother passed away. I was walking to my bedroom, and my mother was lying in her bed because she wasn’t feeling well. As she seen me walk by she called me into her room. I went to see what she wanted. She started talking to me about a beautiful picture on her wall. She was pointing to it and I followed her hand to a blank spot on the wall above her dresser mirror. Puzzled, I walked up to the wall and pointed to it and asked if this is where the picture was. She just looked at me with a smile and said no it’s that way more. I moved my hand over a few inches in the direction she pointed and instantly felt a chill in my arm. I asked her to describe the picture to me. She told me there was a clear blue sky, and a beautiful, large, white marble stair case; which had lilac coloured flowers going up on both the sides. At the top was a bright white cross with a beautiful bright light that shined from behind it.” I paused for a moment to clear my throat. “I told her it looked beautiful, and then I told her she should try to get some rest. I then went to my room and tried to understand what it meant. Why was she seeing this image? This exact same situation happened a week later and a week after that. A week later she was gone. After that I figured that it must have be a heaven that my mom saw, so then other things that we can’t prove must also be real. And on days when I was missing my mother the most, I would start trying to contact her. I tried everything I could think of but had no success. I started reading everything I could find on ghost and the supernatural. And the more I read, the more intrigued I became with the whole paranormal field. Today I figure the reason I haven’t seen her is because she is in heaven already.

This real experience was later adapted into The Group of Seven and the Old Mill Ghost, where it is told through a fictional character and setting as William’s experience.

My first experience was when I was fifteen years old. I was sound asleep in my bed, when I suddenly woke up at 1:32 am and noticed what looked like flashes of fog flying throughout my room. I was startled and scared; I felt my heart beating hard in my chest. I tried to close my eyes, say it was a dream, and reopened them. The flashes of fog were still there. I said “get out of my room”, but the flashes of fog stayed and started laughing. The laughter echoed throughout my room, and I froze with fear. I shut my eyes again and called on the cosmic forces that I read about in a book and asked them to protect me. When I reopened my eyes, the fog patches were gone. It was the most terrifying eleven minutes of my life.

This real experience was later adapted into The Group of Seven and the Old Mill Ghost, where it is told through a fictional character and setting as Jessica’s experience.

One summer awhen I was a teenager, my family was out at our cabin. As I was sleeping, I was awoken by the sound of footsteps. I rolled over and looked to the center point were the rooms met below the ladder to the attic, and I saw a green fog floating in the area I heard the footsteps. What made this really strange was the fact that I felt no fear of the fog. It was a luminous green, sort of like a glow in the dark toy or paint, but it moved slowly and never felt threatening. It actually felt peaceful, like it was just checking to make sure everything was alright.

This real experience was later adapted into The Group of Seven and the Old Mill Ghost, where it is told through a fictional character and setting as Sarah’s experience.

Back in my early teen years, I was playing in my room when I became thirsty. I decide to go to the kitchen and grab a glass of juice. I put down my doll on my bed and turned to go into the hallway. Just as I walked out of my room, I saw a dark shadow go from the hallway to my parent’s room. I assumed it was my mother going into her room and I just saw her shadow, not her. I went towards the kitchen and as I turned the corner my mother asked me what I’d like? I was puzzled as she couldn’t be in two places at the same time. I asked for a glass of juice and as she was pouring it I asked if dad was home early from work? She responded, “No, why do you ask?” Not wanting to worry her, I just said “no reason” and went back to my room with my glass. I checked my parent’s room first and nobody was there. I was going room to room looking under the beds and in the closets but couldn’t find anyone throughout the whole area. I figured it must have been a shadow of a cloud that I saw but then I realized the curtains were all drawn. I didn’t see anything like that since then in my house, but I always wondered what or who it could have been.

This real experience was later adapted into The Group of Seven and the Old Mill Ghost, where it is told through a fictional character and setting as Alexis’s experience.

I saw a strange thing in our hallway but I didn’t actually see it. I know this is going to sound strange, but I was goofing around in my dad’s office which was at the end of a hall. I heard a voice say “Take a picture.” I looked around and didn’t see anyone so I blew it off as my imagination. About thirty seconds later I once again heard “Take a picture.” I was a little confused, but not frightened as it was a very calm, relaxed voice. I looked at my dad’s shelf and saw his Polaroid camera. I picked it up and turned towards the hall and snapped a picture. When It finally developed, I looked at it and it just looked like a picture of a hallway. I put the camera back and thought nothing more of it. About a week later I came across the picture of the hallway. I was rather surprised to see a light right in the middle of the hallway were the stairs meet it. There was absolutely nothing that could have made a reflection there, as the area is always kept completely clear of anything due to the narrowness of the hall. I still don’t know what the light in the photo is.

This real experience was later adapted into The Group of Seven and the Old Mill Ghost, where it is told through a fictional character and setting as Samantha’s experience.

I have been waking in the middle of the night from a sound sleep to find an old man standing at different parts of my room. He usually starts by the door, but he moves towards the side of my bed. I get a real bad feeling when I see him, like he wishes to harm me. He definitely isn’t sending any warm fuzzy feelings towards me. I don’t mind telling you that every time I see him, my heart starts racing and it scares me half to death. I am scared that one day he may figure out a way to actually harm me. First time I saw him, he was just standing by the door. He is wearing a suit and an old style hat, like they did back in the fifties. He always looks the same. The suit is dark and his eyes are black. I can’t see them but I know he is staring right at me. The old man gives me a sense that he wants me out of the room. He doesn’t say anything, but in my mind I get the thought that he wants me out. A couple times he started walking towards my bed and I hid my head under the covers, terrified of what he would do when he got to me. I would stay under the covers with my eyes shut until I fell back asleep. One night, as he was walking towards my bed, I was so terrified that I was literally frozen with fear. I couldn’t even move my hands to lift the blanket. I shut my eyes and I could sense him standing right beside my head. I kept my eyes closed hoping that I would be able to fall asleep like on other nights, but it seemed that I just couldn’t. I don’t know how long I laid there with my eyes shut, but it felt like an hour. I decided to open them to see if the old man was still there. When I did, he was gone and I was suddenly able to move my hands. This was one of many nights were I got up and went to sleep on the sofa. Whenever he appears the room has a sense of ‘death’ in the air. It is hard to breath, like the oxygen is sucked out of the room and the air feels heavy, like a fog or something. I haven’t seen him in a few years, but I figure he’s due to return as he usually does.

This real experience was later adapted into The Group of Seven and the Old Mill Ghost, where it is told through a fictional character and setting as Jacob’s experience.