Category: haunted objects

When I was in high school, for my first two years and before I moved to a different state, I had a friend named… let’s call him Drew. 

Drew was fun! He came over to my house, and we would watch goosebumps and I would cook for him. Well, the more time we spent together and the more I learned about him, I learned about the cat statue he had. 

Now in high school I was fairly into paranormal things. I know a whole bunch about it, and a know how to keep haunted objects from causing mischief. You’ll need to keep this in mind for later. 

So the cat statue. Apparently, it was a family heirloom passed down through 3 generations of Drew’s family. Okay. That seemed normal. And then he told me the strange things about it. The statue was given to him when he was a kid, around 8 or 9, and before that nothing ever happened. But as soon as he got it, the weird things started to happen. The statue would never stay in one place–it was constantly moving, and the whole family never knew where it was. So I asked if his siblings had moved it(wanting to help but being skeptical as usual, as he had 3 younger siblings), but the statue was also moved to a very high location where a kid couldn’t reach without help. 

Drew always told me he’d wanted to get rid of it, but because it was given to him by his grandmother who lived states away, he couldn’t bring himself to. He said that it felt off, that this ceramic cast of a statue had an odd aura about it. 

And it kind of went on like that. The statue would disappear for days, and the reappear in strange places; the top of the fridge, in the cereal cabinet, in a sock drawer, in the coat closet, weird places like that. He couldn’t sleep if it was in his room, and sometimes lights wouldn’t turn on. Then the worst of it happened. 

The statue went missing again. The whole family turned over the house looking for it, and couldn’t find it. Drew was yelled at for losing such a valuable family heirloom. I don’t remember why he went to get a game from the closet that day, as it was just him and his mom, but he did. The door wouldn’t open. There was no lock on the door, and he was trying to open it. Confused, he asked for his mom’s help. She couldn’t get it open either, and told Drew to wait until his dad got home, and went back to whatever she had been doing. Frustrated, Drew tried again. And it worked! He got the door open! But then he said the light didn’t work, and he couldn’t figure it out. Just as he was about to close the door and give up, the light suddenly turned on, and the cat statue was sitting on the top shelf of the closet, items moved away from around it. He was so freaked out, that he left the house and came to hang out with me. 

Eventually, a whole bunch of us went over to his house, and me with the double-agenda of checking out that cat. As soon as I walked into his room, I felt off and uneasy, and looked around the corner at the dresser. There was the cat statue. The closer I got, the worse it got, and the more I knew I had to help. Our other friends were with us, and also knew of the cat statue. I remember their smiles dying when they saw my face. 

I went immediately home after that and made a mix of salt to ward of evil, sage to cleanse, and pepper to enhance the power of the herbal mixture. I remember thinking “I have to help,” and feeling absolutely drained after dealing with the herbs(pepper absorbs energy around it to enhance the power of a spell). Herbs in hand, I rushed back to Drew’s house. The gang was still there, and looked relieved when I came in. Drew moved a crucifix to sit on the wall above the cat, and I slowly caged the statue in. I remember accidentally bumping it into the herbs, and feeling a sense of evil. I quickly finished encircling it with the herbs, and said the Lord’s Prayer over it. 

Drew said the activity stopped after that, and that he could sleep at night without feeling like he was being watched. And then a month later, his mom decided to clean the room, and cleaned up the circle of herbs. It started all over again, and much worse than before. 

I had to move before I could fix it again, but I think they finally got rid of the statue a few years later. I haven’t talked to drew in years, but I’ll always remember the panic I saw on his face when he came over to my house that day. 

And a fair warning: never ever do what I did unless you know what you are doing. I worked with herbs previously, and I had a necklace with a protective charm on at the time.”

By: @herecomestroublr

When I was in high school, for my first two years and before I moved to a different state, I had a friend named… let’s call him Drew. 

Drew was fun! He came over to my house, and we would watch goosebumps and I would cook for him. Well, the more time we spent together and the more I learned about him, I learned about the cat statue he had. 

Now in high school I was fairly into paranormal things. I know a whole bunch about it, and a know how to keep haunted objects from causing mischief. You’ll need to keep this in mind for later. 

So the cat statue. Apparently, it was a family heirloom passed down through 3 generations of Drew’s family. Okay. That seemed normal. And then he told me the strange things about it. The statue was given to him when he was a kid, around 8 or 9, and before that nothing ever happened. But as soon as he got it, the weird things started to happen. The statue would never stay in one place–it was constantly moving, and the whole family never knew where it was. So I asked if his siblings had moved it(wanting to help but being skeptical as usual, as he had 3 younger siblings), but the statue was also moved to a very high location where a kid couldn’t reach without help. 

Drew always told me he’d wanted to get rid of it, but because it was given to him by his grandmother who lived states away, he couldn’t bring himself to. He said that it felt off, that this ceramic cast of a statue had an odd aura about it. 

And it kind of went on like that. The statue would disappear for days, and the reappear in strange places; the top of the fridge, in the cereal cabinet, in a sock drawer, in the coat closet, weird places like that. He couldn’t sleep if it was in his room, and sometimes lights wouldn’t turn on. Then the worst of it happened. 

The statue went missing again. The whole family turned over the house looking for it, and couldn’t find it. Drew was yelled at for losing such a valuable family heirloom. I don’t remember why he went to get a game from the closet that day, as it was just him and his mom, but he did. The door wouldn’t open. There was no lock on the door, and he was trying to open it. Confused, he asked for his mom’s help. She couldn’t get it open either, and told Drew to wait until his dad got home, and went back to whatever she had been doing. Frustrated, Drew tried again. And it worked! He got the door open! But then he said the light didn’t work, and he couldn’t figure it out. Just as he was about to close the door and give up, the light suddenly turned on, and the cat statue was sitting on the top shelf of the closet, items moved away from around it. He was so freaked out, that he left the house and came to hang out with me. 

Eventually, a whole bunch of us went over to his house, and me with the double-agenda of checking out that cat. As soon as I walked into his room, I felt off and uneasy, and looked around the corner at the dresser. There was the cat statue. The closer I got, the worse it got, and the more I knew I had to help. Our other friends were with us, and also knew of the cat statue. I remember their smiles dying when they saw my face. 

I went immediately home after that and made a mix of salt to ward of evil, sage to cleanse, and pepper to enhance the power of the herbal mixture. I remember thinking “I have to help,” and feeling absolutely drained after dealing with the herbs(pepper absorbs energy around it to enhance the power of a spell). Herbs in hand, I rushed back to Drew’s house. The gang was still there, and looked relieved when I came in. Drew moved a crucifix to sit on the wall above the cat, and I slowly caged the statue in. I remember accidentally bumping it into the herbs, and feeling a sense of evil. I quickly finished encircling it with the herbs, and said the Lord’s Prayer over it. 

Drew said the activity stopped after that, and that he could sleep at night without feeling like he was being watched. And then a month later, his mom decided to clean the room, and cleaned up the circle of herbs. It started all over again, and much worse than before. 

I had to move before I could fix it again, but I think they finally got rid of the statue a few years later. I haven’t talked to drew in years, but I’ll always remember the panic I saw on his face when he came over to my house that day. 

And a fair warning: never ever do what I did unless you know what you are doing. I worked with herbs previously, and I had a necklace with a protective charm on at the time.”

By: @herecomestroublr

“In my old house, my mom had just gotten into sewing and she got this old desk (it was the original for the machine that was in it). The only problem with it was that 1. It was old and worn down a bit and 2. It had “help me” carved into it. She overlooked that and bought it then refurbished it. 

After that things got very weird. Random noises at night that everyone would hear, doors that were left closed being found wide open, stuff getting knocked down onto the floor, etc. I was the only one that would notice a lot of these and fix them but one day I decided to see what would happen if I didn’t, so for like a week I didn’t react to any of it then the worst thing that this thing had ever done happened. 

It was late at night when I heard a loud BANG come from the bathroom so I get up to check it out. (I could tell it was in the bathroom because my room was right next to it). So when I open my door I can see the bathroom door completely open and we never leave it like that. Then when I got inside the bathroom the shower curtain was completely closed and we never leave it like that. So I quickly pull it back to see all the bottles and soap and all that stuff knocked into the bathtub. Needless to say I started reacting to what it did again.”

By: @cirilfaggus

“When I was about five years old, my father bought these wooden decorative clogs. He says there was something off about the woman on the street that he got them from, but he ignored his intuition and saw them as a great deal. He placed them on the top shelf of the entertainment system in the living room, next to the couch that he slept on. (At the time my parents weren’t sleeping in the same bed). 

That same night, my older half brother was staying over, too, and slept in the couch adjacent to my dad’s. We all went to sleep as normal. In the middle of the night we heard my dad groaning, and my brother let out a scream. My mom and I ran into the living room and saw my dad being strangled by his sheets and slowly being raised off the couch. We put the lights on and everything stopped. We were all flipping the fuck out and had no idea what had just happened. 

Later that day, my dad gave the clogs to my grandma, who insisted that they were “too nice to throw out” so took them regardless of what we had experienced with them earlier. A couple weeks later she contacts us about the clogs and says that every night that she kept them in her living room, she would hear footsteps up and down the hallway and loud bangs on her bedroom door. 

She lives in an apartment building in the south Bronx (a truly dangerous neighborhood) and has gated windows, 5 locks on her front door, and keeps her bedroom locked at night. Whenever she left her room to check if anyone had broken in, there was nothing. We have no idea what happened with the clogs after my grandma chucked them, but to this day my dad still has nightmares of being choked.”

By: iseethestrals 

(As it’s nearly Halloween, how about
we share some creepy stories? I’ll go first.

The Long Lost Painting

Near Bideford, Devon (UK), a man named Alan Smith and his
family resided in a beautiful old mansion known as the Heale House. Although
everything about the mansion seemed normal from an outsiders perspective, it
was actually rather haunted.

For years the family and the mansions guests would witness
the apparition of a woman within the home. Her presence would typically be
surrounded by a blue haze, and she would seem to float above the ground. The
woman’s spirit would often glide among the hallways and in the bedrooms. These occurrences
usually happened around one in the morning, and she was always accompanied by the
sound of Chopin being played on the piano. Mr. Smith recounted how “sometimes
she would even arrive at the bottom of my bed in the middle of the night.”

Although the hauntings seemed to
show no sign of stopping, everything changed one day when Mr. Smith was
approached by the owner of a local junk shop. The junk shop owner first
confirmed that Mr. Smith was indeed the “master of Heale’s House” before
explaining how she had come into the possession of an object which she felt
should be returned to the original owners home. When she brought out the object Mr.
Smith was surprised to see it was a painting of a young woman seated at the
piano. Upon inspecting the painting closer, Mr. Smith was shocked to find that
it was very same woman that Mr. Smith had been seeing around his home for
years.

Mr. Smith learned that the
subject of the painting was Mrs. Bell, the wife of an Argentine beef rancher
who lived in the Heale House in the 1900s. Unfortunately, the Bells went
bankrupt and Mrs. Bell was forced to sell all of her possessions-included her
beloved portrait. A few years later, Mrs. Bell died without ever being able to
buy her precious painting back.

It was decided that Mr. Smith
would take the painting home. There he hung it prominently in the mansions
drawing room for all to see. The hauntings immediately ceased. Despite attempts
using a Ouija board to bring her back, her spirit was never seen again.

(Interesting side note: this
story was brought to light after Mr. Smith took the painting to be appraised on
the Antique Roadshow)

(Source: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2102910/Thats-spooky-How-ghost-sightings-mansion-stopped-return-long-lost-painting.html)

Have you ever come into possession of a haunted object?

Items and objects come and go throughout our lives and many people believe that some of those objects might still contain the residual (and in some cases intelligent) energies of those who have owned them before us – and that we just might leave a portion of ourselves on the objects we come into contact with.

It is not thought that any old object will form a place for energy to attach but rather objects with meaning, often used, very much loved and with sentimental value.

Objects such as tools of a trade, jewellery (especially wedding rings), clothes, paintings, furniture and in many cases entire rooms or buildings (we will keep haunted houses etc for another time) and more have the potential to be haunted by one or more persons energies who frequented them.

Often these items are passed down through the generations and if haunted or active at least the history of the object is known and often the very ‘who’ who inhabits it.

But more often than not these objects can end up in second hand stores, car boot sales or just found lying around on disused estates… and these are the real mysteries.

A gift, a good find in a thrift store, an object picked up off the ground… all have the potential to bring something into your home.

Have you ever come across a haunted object?
How did things change for you after it came into your life?
How long did it take for you to realise that the activity might stem from the object?
Did you discover the identity of the haunting?

Let us know in the comments below or over at http://www.theparanormalguide.com/blog/have-you-ever-come-into-possession-of-a-haunted-object