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Hello! My name is Valkricry; just call me Val as the entire nic will permanently knot your fingers. Of course, that is not what my parents named me, but rather the name I am known best by on the net.
I come from a large family, 4 brothers, 3 sisters, plus myself. If it's possible to be the middle child in an even number then that would be me. There is an age difference of 23 years between the oldest and youngest. Of course all that really means, is I have a heck of a lot of stories I could tell.
Perhaps because I've had experiences as far back as I can remember, I've been interested in the paranormal most of my life, and have done extensive reading and research on the subject. I always seem to be learning something new though, as I've never pigeon-holed myself. That is, I claim no label, nor do I limit the circumference of my interests. I'm really glad to have found others who are willing to share in the journey.
Favorite Ghost Stories

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Ghost Stories from valkricry

She Hates Men on 2017-08-27

In 1992, I had the happy fortune to reconnect with my best friend from high school. We shared the type of friendship, that though 16 years had passed by without communicating we picked up right where we left off. Bonus points: our then husbands got along and our kids all adored each other. It wasn't...

Aunt Sylvie's Computer Pranks 2 on 2017-08-04

That title is a bit misleading, as this is about the summer I met my 4 x great Aunt and happened long before she played games with my computer; but I'm hoping it helps flag out the correlation of the two. Not so much for the readers of this, but for Aunt Sylvie. I know that reads rather awkward, but...

Old Copley, Abandoned Hospital on 2017-07-31

Old Copley use to be City Hospital back in 1886, and boasted 25 beds. Of course, by the time they closed in 1996 to move to a much larger facility, it had grown considerably, almost swallowing up the original Queen Anne 3 story structure. Despite the original part being declared a historic site, the...

Aunt Sylvie's Computer Pranks on 2017-07-28

A few months back, I thought to write about my meeting my 4x great Aunt Sylvie, a witch, who lived in the foothills of Kentucky. I'm speaking in the traditional sense of the word witch. The woman had 'powers' and could do things that 'normal' folk just can't without trickery of some sort. (Notic...

Old Man Of The Cave on 2017-06-12

On a story of mine, Melda asked if my brothers were also sensitive to the paranormal. I allowed that my older brother, Kevin, had experienced a few events and that I might share them at some point. Kevin led a nomadic lifestyle. It wasn't that he was lazy, or couldn't hold down a job, the boy had a...

A Parting Gift on 2017-05-29

My parents had the habit of moving every few years. Us kids were never privy as to why, for us it was just a fact of life. As a result we were rather use to being the 'new' kids, and in the interim of making friends, despite the difference in ages we were friends. Depending on where my parents had d...

The Last Duet on 2017-03-17

I guess the thing you need to know for this particular event to make sense, is in that long ago when the doctors gave my mother three months to live, two things happened simultaneously; she made up her mind to make them out to be 'liars', and she became very obsessed with 'her songs'. Referring to t...

Mirror, Mirror on 2017-02-08

Back in the early 1980's, my now ex husband (we'll call him Ed), my then 3 year old son, and I moved into our first house. It had started out as a one room school house (I discovered proof when the removal of layers of wallpaper revealed old slate chalk boards) and had grown into a monstrously large...

Grandma Drowned The Boogeyman on 2017-01-03

Most families have some kind of hero in the family tree. Some Great-great or maybe even recent member they point at with pride and say,"he/she was the first to _" or "fought in the war and was decorated". You get the gist. In my family it was my maternal grandmother, her familial claim to fame was h...

Prairie Street House Haunting on 2016-06-16

For some reason, a house that my friend Lori and I used to clean back in 2005 has been on my mind lately. It was one of those quaint old two story houses that look smaller on the outside than they are on the inside; an illusion given by the fact that being basically rectangular shaped, the narrow en...

Ha-ha Very Funny, Josh on 2015-12-23

Christmas. It can be rather an emotional maze for many of us. This year has been a bit rougher for me than others. Since my son's death in 2002, all the holidays are a bit bittersweet, I think is the term for it. I miss him and the rest of my still living family very much, but even more so during th...

The Furballs And I on 2015-11-16

In the summer of 1972, when I was 14, I was put on a Greyhound bus and traveled from Chicago to San Francisco for my brother K's wedding, as the family representative. My mother said it was to make up for my missing my eighth grade graduation and class trip because of moving (AGAIN!), my dad said so...

Multiplying Cards And A Disappearing Ouija on 2015-10-29

I suppose the beginning of this particular event was back in 1988, with my son's birthday party. I don't know what the rational was, but someone thought the 'ideal' gift for a 7 year old would be a Ouija board. No card accompanied it, and no one ever stepped up as to being the giver. I remember ...

Beyond The Veil on 2015-09-25

About two months ago, I started a thread about visions/sensations during meditation on my story The Cat and the Angel (http://www.yourghoststories.com/real-ghost-story.php?story=20577). In a nutshell, I was looking for confirmation/reassurance and guidance on some twists that meditation had taken fo...

He's At The Door on 2015-07-23

It was after midnight when I went to bed last night (7/22/2015), not long after I heard a rapping on my apartment door. I got up and called through the locked door, "Who is it?" Silence. Another knock. "Who is it?" I called out louder. No way am I just opening the door, so I drag over the stepstool ...

Recent Activities on 2015-06-15

My apartment is the second story of an old Victorian home, built in the mid to late 1800s. Those of you who have read my other submissions know that I experience bouts of activity. Nothing that I deem scary or harmful, just, well not 'normal'. Things like objects moving or 'transporting' to another ...

Out In The Cold on 2015-03-02

This literally just happened right about 5:30 PM or so, tonight. It may be the first week of March, but here Mother Nature has not gotten the memo and our temps haven't reached above freezing. Right now it's 28 F which, compared to what it has been, is down right balmy. I was walking over to ...

I'm Going To Kill You 2 - Hank on 2015-01-22

In the comment section of "I'm Going To Kill You", several wondered if I had ever felt Hank's presence after his mysterious death thirty odd years ago. I promised to write it up and submit it. Before starting, I want to tell you straight up - I'm not 100% sure how much of the following is paranor...

I'm Going To Kill You on 2015-01-20

Thirty odd years ago, I was friends with a man called Hank. That's not his real name, but it will do for the rehashing of a mystery that has plagued me over the years. There are a few things you need to know about him - at six foot six and close to 400 pounds, Hank was a mighty big man, and could be...

Ouija, Won't Ya - Heck No on 2015-01-14

This is not my story, but a shared experience of my parents. One they did not readily share with us kids until we were grown. To be honest, I'm not 100% sure they shared it with all of us, and I only heard it after asking my Mom point blank why in a household of divination paraphernalia (used by my ...

The Christmas Spirit - My Mother's Story on 2014-11-24

Although my mother would not say she believed in ghosts, she would not deny their existence either, as she put it, "Just in case one is listening and decides to give proof." How ever she was not without her own experiences as the following account shows. It was Christmas Eve, 1946 in the projects...

Double Visitation on 2014-11-10

I swear, as I sit here typing this up, the temp in my room has dropped about 10 degrees, but only behind my right shoulder; as if someone is reading over my shoulder. It isn't a 'bad' feeling, the vibe is more of someone being curious. I'm just not sure who the someone is. This is current, having...

The Cat And The Angel on 2014-10-14

It was May of 2003, and I had spent a year in the darkest recesses of my mind, nursing a broken heart. I had suffered three traumatic blows, one after another. First came the loss of a good job, right before Christmas 2001. I kept telling myself, and two children, that things would be OK, but tried ...

The Shack on 2014-09-24

Those of you who have read my other submissions know I generally tell about guardians or those WTH moments that leave me scratching my head and perplexed. I tend to concentrate on the good and leave the scary to others. People have wondered in the comments if I have ever dealt with a not nice sp...

Little Girl Lost on 2014-09-16

I wouldn't call this a memory. I simply heard the story recounted so often that it feels like one. However, it is something that left my family stumped for a logical explanation... It began when I was all of two, and my family had moved from the projects of Chicago to a small town. Back then, the...

Flying Flowers Broken Vase 2 on 2014-08-13

I think this may be connected with the event I posted back in May called Flying Flowers Broken Vase, which is why I decided to title this a continuation of that happening. On May 17th, a vase that had belonged to my dad, filled with flowers flew off the top of my curio cabinet breaking. I found...

Flying Flowers Broken Vase on 2014-05-19

If you have been reading some of my stories, then you know that I have been seeing some activity in my tiny upper apartment. Until now these events have been more of a WTH status then anything. No harm no foul as my brother use to say. But on Saturday, May 17th, there was an event that has me, well,...

Music On The Shower Curtain on 2014-01-14

This took place around 4 AM on a cold winter's day recently. Because I report to work quite early, I'm usually up at that time using the restroom. As I've mentioned before in some of my accounts, my apartment is the top floor of a very old house. I've long suspicioned that at one time it was the...

October Weirdness on 2013-11-11

October has been a rough month for me since 2002. It was the month my son was born. For 20 years we celebrated Halloween together. Then in January of that year, he passed away. I only tell you this, because I think it has some baring on things that are going on. I believe a person's emotional state ...

Back Off: Psychic Attack on 2013-10-14

This isn't your traditional ghost story, but it is of the paranormal. It took place shortly after I turned 16 and was working at an indoor amusement park/shopping mall called Old Chicago, which is now defunct. One night I had, what my mother called a prophetic dream, a warning. In it a man I did...

Can You Hear Me Now? Disembodied Voices on 2013-05-29

On several different occasions, I have heard voices. Sometimes I can identify who it is, and sometimes I can't. For instance in Of Wee Ghosties And A Haunted School, I told about hearing children's cries and an unknown child yelling 'No!' and shoving me out of harm's way when a ceiling collapsed. Gr...

Who's Calling? on 2013-04-29

Back in the early 80's, I lived in a farm house that had been converted into an upper and lower apartment. We hadn't lived in the upper apartment very long, maybe a couple of months, when I began to hear an odd phone ring: 3 short rings followed by a long ring. This was not the sound our phone made....

Experiences At My Aunt's on 2013-04-10

In August 1983, my then husband, 2 year old son and I went to visit my Aunt for a week. My Aunt and Uncle lived on a large farm in a tiny town named Cold Springs, Kentucky. The nearest actual town is Alexandria, the nearest neighbor is a good 10 miles down the Pike. Their house was fairly modern, a ...

Saviour In The Storm on 2013-04-08

This happened to me this morning as I was walking to work, so I'm still puzzling it out. First off, I wasn't feeling that great and it was raining. It was also very dark out. 5:30 in the morning, the sun is still sleeping, and there is very little traffic. In fact I hardly see anyone out that earl...

Posession By Nightmare? on 2013-03-25

I'm not sure this is a story I should tell as it's extremely personal. Even within my own family, there are those who would call me a liar for it. When I was about 9 years old I had, what the grownups termed a nightmare of epic proportions. I still remember it quite vividly, and to be honest, I'm st...

Coffee Time? 2 on 2013-03-25

The Ghostie hasn't offered me any coffee in awhile, but I have noticed some other activities, and thought I would share them. I've begun hearing sounds that I had previously contributed to the downstairs neighbor's dog or her visiting grandkids. Nothing scary: the sound of a hard ball or similar ...

Of Wee Ghosties And A Haunted School on 2013-02-20

Recently Oak Park Elementary celebrated its 120th year, which would have meant it was built around 1893. However, some suspect the school is even older since the existing records do not date farther back. Perhaps the anniversary is why this story feels the need to be told. Back in 1979, I was th...

Coffee Time? on 2013-02-12

Let me begin by saying, unusual occurrences are not 'new' for me. Indeed, until I was in my 30's I could see, hear, and sense things that other's couldn't. However, these things deeply disturbed my then husband, and I pretty much shut it off, I guess. As they say, "if you don't use it, you lose it."...

Last 20 posts from valkricry
BGP, the stove part, I can help with. Now days even gas stoves have an electric 'starter'. If there's no power, no 'electric' spark to light the gas. You have to manually light the gas to have a flame.
The stick part threw me too, until I remembered my mom use to keep a few long straw like sticks to use to light the oven pilot with. Maybe this is what the OP was referring to?
Date: 2017-09-10
Roy, it could have been an atmospheric anomaly. Sound can travel for miles, and sometimes when the weather is 'just right' sounds normally unheard can be heard. How far away is the nearest train? What was the weather like?
In a town north of me called Forest Park, in the Woodlawn cemetery is Showmen's Rest. Showmen's Rest is the site of a mass burial of clowns and other circus performers in Chicago after a train wreck killed 86 members of the Hagenbeck-Wallace Circus in 1918. This area is marked by 5 sculpted elephants, trunks lowered in a sign of mourning. I grew up hearing that on occasion you could hear the elephants trumpeting in sadness! The legend went, it was the ghosts of the animals killed in the wreck (none were, their train arrived safely in Hammond, Indiana). But that was the legend. I, myself heard that mournful trumpeting once or twice when in the area. However, it's actually the elephants at Brookfield Zoo about 4 miles away you hear, when the atmosphere is just right.
Your train horn might fall into this category.
Date: 2017-09-07
Actually, I was quite enjoying the discussion, fellas. 😊 Continue if you wish.
I'm sitting here trying to formulate my thoughts into cohesive sentences. I've been where you are, and if I could I'd give you a hug and tell you if I could take away the pain I would.
Yes, grief does play tricks on us. So does the secret guilt we carry because on some level we feel we failed our child. We couldn't protect them from the ultimate sleep.
I'd advise, in your case counseling. No one is going to expect you to talk right away, and if you get asked and aren't ready, you can just say so. They'll understand that. But listen to what the others say, it helps.
Was it Maggie you've seen? Maybe, maybe not. No one can know for sure. But I can tell you, right after I lost my boy, I saw him EVERYWHERE. At the oddest times and the weirdest places. It was just my heart wanting to alter reality. I was experienced enough to know the difference. When my son did visit, it was very comforting, and had a different feel to it. Only you know for certain if this is Maggie you see, the answer lies in your heart.
Date: 2017-09-04
Biblio, I quite agree "there isn't really a vocabulary to discuss the intangible nature of these actions/manifestations/abilities". I know sometimes when I'm asked a question (there really isn't a V word for that! Lol I cheated and Googled) I find I really can't explain the HOW I do something, I just do it almost without thought. Probably brought about from literally doing it for decades. So, I'm delighted to know I was fairly clear on the shields thing.
Yes, Patsy got custody. Jerry wasn't too interested in that aspect. He always felt a bit 'off' to me, a bit aloof to the marriage. Some guys are just that way, I guess. Now that I think about it, some women too.
Jerry had served in the Navy at the end of VietNam (he did not see action) but he always felt (to me at least) half ready to go off. He seemed to resent the fact he had a family to help support instead of being able to blow the money where ever he saw fit. But, after they moved to that house, he seemed a bit more intense.
*Smacks herself in the forehead* Randy, I should have thought of that! As long as it's close to being correctly written, that should work.
I agree with Integrist in this instance. Perhaps you could ask your Grandma for one, if you can't afford one.
Melda...Girl, I need coffee! Lol I read your comment three times before I actually got it - and it's written in English! 🤔😆
You're fluent in two languages? That impresses me. Seriously, folks who are, that can transition between them with seemingly no effort amaze me. I'm all 'ummm...er...ummm' when I talk anything but American. And if someone talks fast? 😨 I'm pretty sure, they feel the need to 'dumb down' their vocab for me like for a child.
Integrist chose to write his profile in Latin. If your really curious, I can translate it for you, or Integrist might speak up and do so. *Shrug* beats me why he did that though.
Date: 2017-09-01
Thank you! 😊
I hope if she did choose to stay, that sometime over the years, she gets to see an honest, loving relationship. Just because, I think she actually wants to see that. To see proof that love like that really does exist beyond fairy tales.
Date: 2017-09-01
Thank you for the kind words.

Howdy, Hi!
Hmmm... "where sufficiently violent and evil acts, such as what that woman suffered, may attract evil spirits." I had to ponder that a moment, because hauntings are usually based on the ones who lived there; ie the 'evil spirit' is the one who committed the crime (s) in life. However this could be taken a step farther; what about those who claim to commit them under 'possession' or 'direction' of a pre-existing force? Would they then join the original evil spirit in the haunting? From comments, it appears that the majority agrees that such entities feed off of fear and other negative energy. Does the secondary 'bad' entity simply become a full meal, as it were, for the original? Or does this now give the house two bad characters, causing trouble?
Date: 2017-08-30
I'm with you on that one. I was always biting my tongue to keep from saying, "Serves you right." lol
Date: 2017-08-30
Very eerie indeed! I get what you mean though, I have some 'close' friends that I hardly see because our schedules are at odds.
Date: 2017-08-29
Your sister did not visit her friend while in hospital? Or know the extent of her injuries?
Texts from the departed - now that's creepy!
Date: 2017-08-29
Melda and Augusta,
They say remodeling can awaken spirits, so I suppose it's possible that repainting, decorating, et al can do the same. I imagine, the lady ghost would have at least been curious as to what they were doing to 'her' house. Perhaps her own abuse started much the same way, the unkind words, and like Patsy, she just bore it, and then it slowly became more and more physical.
I don't know if she would have acted differently with a caring and loving male. I think so, but I feel she'd have been vigilant. I didn't 'feel' that she was a 'bad' person, just very upset and angry.
I doubt Patsy ever told Jerry about it. For one thing, he might mention it to my now ex, and THAT would have not gone well for me.
For another Jerry would have just cried BS on the whole thing, he was one of those who thought as long as he didn't hit you, abuse didn't exist.
Date: 2017-08-29
BGP, awww shucks, Ma'am...tweren't nothin'. 😆 (I've always wanted to say that.)
A few years (maybe 5) after they moved to Florida, she ended up divorcing him. (This was something I 'knew' would happen, but I also knew she had to arrive at the decision herself, in her own time.)
Date: 2017-08-29
Roy, well this happened back in '92. In '93 they relocated down to Florida where his family lived. Promise of a good job, plus they were given a trailer to live in. A really nice one - I think it's called a double wide. Rent free you can't beat that!
However I do think your idea has merit. Have you ever read Rook's Home Cleansing? It's on his profile - pretty much what you say, only without rearranging the furniture. 😊
What happened to AmbitiousSlave's post? I deleted it. That kind of language will NOT float, no matter how cleverly you try to cover your tracks. Some of us DO understand urban slang and txt talk. Although we do allow a certain amount of txt talk in comments, it's generally frowned upon.
Melda, I'm leaving your post stand, because you are innocent of knowing what you typed, I think. Just for the record DAFUQ means the same as "WTF". Other acronyms used in the message meant worse things, so you might want to avoid using them.
Roy, may I call you Roy?
I'm going to share with you one of my own personal beliefs. I've no hard 'facts' to back me up, it's just a conclusion I've come to over the years. I see the paranormal, as I do most aspects of life, it's what you make of it. The answer to if it was a message from your grandparents lies solely in YOUR heart, governed by YOUR personal beliefs. Bonus points if you can tie the flowers to them! Meaning, those flowers were abundant were they use to live, or verbenas were Grandma's favorite flower, etc. If you can't no worries, sometimes you just 'know'.
I am very curious. Would you happen to know the reason behind offering of incense? I know in many cultures it is not unusual to offer spirits 'gifts' of food and the like, but I've never really understood why.
Since both your grandparents were very kind and would never harm anyone, may I offer up another 'translation' of the bouquet?
Rhododendron - (caution - beware - be alert) (rhododendron means "rose tree" The rhododendron's symbolism is caution, beware, be alert, this is due to its properties which are toxic to animals, it is also a hallucinogen and affects humans as a laxative. There are over a thousand species of rhododendrons, and it is the state flower of West Virginia, Washington USA, and the national flower of Nepal. (Which you already knew.)

Verbena - (sensibility - prayer) native to the American continent and Europe. Healers have been using Verbena in potions and tonics for centuries, it is most often used as a tea. It is grown as a honey plant, supplying bees with nectar. Verbena has been used by apothecaries and healers, verbena is also used as a protection against vampires. (Sorry- can't resist the occasional fun fact!)
If we combine the two meanings and add in it was the week of Obon, I get the impression the message is not threatening at all, but one of love; (caution - beware - be alert) becomes take care of yourself, and the verbena (sensibility - prayer) be more like "God watch over you" and "Don't do anything stupid". Which to me sounds like something a grandparent might say to an older (grown) child.
Of course I can't be 100% certain, but it might have been your grandparents grabbing a chance to say 'hello'.😘