Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

This started just a little over three weeks ago. Me and some friends had been hearing a story for years about a cabin in the woods that used to be inhabited by a witch who now supposedly haunts it, I’m not going to tell you where it is but I will say it is in Massachusetts. After hearing these stories and recently hearing some new ones from some old high school friends we decided to check it out. Before I tell you our story I’ll tell you the story our old friends told us, this apparently happened while we were still in high school but they didn’t tell anybody until now.

This group of friends, about 7 or 8 of them, had also been hearing these stories but didn’t go there out of any paranormal curiosity, they were just looking for an outside place to drink and smoke pot. It sits in the woods in the exact center of a triangle of cemeteries, all three of which have been abandoned and unvisited for at least a hundred years. After parking next to one of these cemeteries they walked into the woods to look for it and after over an hour they finally found it and went in.

While standing at the doorway they heard nothing, an almost creepy silence but as soon as they actually set foot into the house they started hearing noises loudly, bangs, scratches and footsteps. The sounds were so loud they were immediately freaked out and decided to leave and as soon as they stepped out, the sounds stopped but they had a new problem. Now that they were outside somebody started throwing rocks at them from somewhere in the woods, constantly coming from different directions, mind you this happened during the day so they could see their surroundings but didn’t see anyone. They ran all the way back to the car.

After hearing these stories we couldn’t wait to check it out but our friends who went there before refused to show us the way. It took us a couple weeks for us all to find the time to go but we finally did about three weeks ago. Our friends gave us vague directions on how to get there. We parked at the cemetery and went into the woods. After about an hour of walking through the woods, noticing the utter lack of normal sounds of the forest, we finally came across the cabin, it wasn’t what I expected. It was very small, about 20 ft. by 15 ft., one floor, only one room with no door, just a gaping doorway and all the windows smashed.

We walked in but didn’t hear the sounds our friends heard before but one thing that was creepy was a small bowl sitting in the middle of the floor. We walked over to the bowl and checked it out. It was small and very old and had a sour smelling, black powder residue on the inside. We checked out the whole cabin (which took about 3 seconds) and looked through the piles of debris on the floor that were pushed up against the walls. Extremely disappointed we started talking about leaving and that’s when the sounds started.

We heard a clicking sound like finger nails tapping on wood, then scratching, then it stepped up to knocking. These sounds never stayed in the same place twice, they’d be on one side of the room then jump to another, then another. It got so loud some of us had to cover our ears. We started heading for the door and the noises stopped immediately. We stopped and with the overwhelming feeling someone was behind us we all turned around and in the back right corner we saw something that freaked us out and we all saw the same thing. The corner started to get darker and darker like the light was being pushed out of the way until it was complete blackness then out of this blackness, about 8 feet off the floor near the ceiling, a jet-black face slowly leaned out seemingly through the wall and just stared at us.

We just stood there frozen in shock for what seemed like 10 minutes at the face until from behind us, we were attacked by flapping wings, screeching and long talons. We were so shocked by this that we ran out of the cabin screaming like little girls with what turned out to be a very large owl on our tail. It chased us out of the cabin, paying particular attention to me (I still have the scratches on my arms), and followed us all the way to the cemetery. Once we ran through the rock wall of the cemetery it disappeared. We immediately jumped into the car and drove away. That’s when I noticed I still had the old bowl in my hand.

I decided to keep the bowl as a souvenir of one experience I’ll never forget. I washed out the powder residue and set it up on the liquor cabinet in the living room for everyone to see. Every time we had a guest I would show it to them and tell them the story.

Then that Monday I went to work at the restaurant I’ve worked at for almost a year and ten minutes after I walked in there, a minor fire sparked up that had all the evidence pointing to me accidentally starting it. I was in the same side of the room that it started from but I still wasn’t near where it started but they fired me anyway. Then for a while I had some semi minor bad luck like losing my glasses and cellphone on the same day or while taking the dishes out of the dishwasher, I apparently pushed a glass into the cabinet too hard and almost every single glass fell out the door on the other side and smashed on the floor. Then I got sick, nothing too bad, but like a really bad cold. I visited my friend and while I was there his girlfriends cat ran away and after spending most of the night helping them looking for it I decided to go home and while backing out of their driveway I ran over the cat killing it. I went to the movies twice after that and both times the film broke in the projector. I went to the mall with the same friends that I visited the cabin with and while there we got into a fight with some people we never met before. My friend ended up with a black eye and we were kicked out of the mall, then to top it all off my car died a couple days later.

This all happened over about three weeks. My friend (with the black eye), who never really believed in the supernatural before the event in the cabin, blurted out the next day that he blames the old bowl like it’s cursed or something. Everyone agreed so the next day we drove back to the cemetery and since nobody else agreed to leave the car, I made my way back to the cabin alone. After walking for what seemed like a lot less time than before (maybe 20 to 30 minutes) I got to the cabin, walked into the middle of the room and put the bowl right back where I found it and left without incident. That happened 4 days ago and I have had no more bad luck. I sold the dead car and bought a new one and am in the process of looking for a new job, oh and my friends girlfriend adopted a new cat yesterday.

After looking up info on witches I believe the owl was the witches familiar which is a witches helper and is usually an animal like the black cats you always see with witches in cartoons and stuff. I came to this conclusion because I remembered that as soon as we entered the cemetery, hallowed ground, it disappeared. This is a true story and hasn’t been exaggerated and is believed by everyone who witnessed it.

Written by Adam G., Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com