Haunted Antiques - Objects Possessed By Spirits...

I thought I would post this photo just to get some feedback...
In the photo you can see I am setting a table, I was preparing to have friends over for a Christmas tea party. Shortly before my tea, I had purchased two different tea sets, both being very old antique sets. I felt very drawn to both, so I purchased both sets.

As I set up the two tables my husband took several photos, the photo here is one of the photos he shot . As you can see I have a rather odd phenomenon in this photo. This white ghostly phenomenon only showed up in one of the many shots my husband took that day?

Someone was just checking out your Squidoo lens "Haunted Antiques - Objects Possessed By Spirits..." and wrote you the following note...

"Late one night in a suburb near the west side of Detroit, my husband and I were driving home, our two young children in the back seat of the car. We were on a street called Michigan Ave. The area we were driving down had eight lanes, and the section we were driving along had a large grass medium, which separated the eastbound traffic from the the west bound traffic. It was from this medium that a most strange spectacle came in to my view. I noticed a ghostly figure crossing the road from this medium towards the left side of our vehicle. Although we were traveling at over 50 MPH, we weren't passing it up, it seemed to stay in front of our car? As we finally moved closer to the figure, I could see it more clearly, and was completely dumb-founded. I was also amazed that no one else on the road seemed to see this apparition. Its body was like black electric static energy, it appeared to be waving its arms wildly in fragmented movements. its hands were white, as was its face which was shinning brightly. Its head was actuality spinning as well, from left to right. Its eyes , nose, and a gaping mouth were all blurred and glowing. When our car finely collided with this apparition, it completely vanished out of sight a. My husband assured me that I was just seeing things. I latter heard similar stories about the same area of road" -- anom

When I came across this web site, I was so surprised that so many people have haunted antique. I have a story or experience I would like to share with your visitors.

Last year I bought an antique piano. It was from a local antique store. The piano itself was just beautiful, it was a very rare "Evans" Mahogany Victorian upright from about the 1890's. When I first saw it, I knew I had to take it home! I fell in love with this piano.
I purchased the piano on the spot, and hired a moving company to deliver the piano.

From the very first night I knew I had purchased a problem. Deep in the night I was awoken by sounds of the piano. Not just faint sounds but someone or some thing was playing a small tune.

I will make a long story short, the piano woke me nightly, and had me so afraid to shut my eyes, that I was lucky to get an hour or two sleep each night. After about a week, I called the dealer that sold me the piano, and he was gracious enough to take it back, and give me a refund. I inquired as of who the piano may have belonged to, and the shop keeper, claimed he picked it up at a warehouse auction, and the piano didn't come with any provenances.

I am a true believer in the fact that objects can be "haunted". I guess sometimes a spirit just loves something so much, they will not part with it, even in death.

I hope you will post my experience.

Sally From Maine.

May 10, 2011
This paranormal experience was sent in by Grace, she lives in Maryland, and hopes to stay anonymous. Grace, was kind enough to provide a photo of the "Haunted Antique Vase".

I was surfing ebay one afternoon, and found a very pretty cameo antique vase. I bid on the vase and won the bid. I was so pleased with myself, I got the vase at a low bid value. I remember the afternoon the vase arrived, I new just where I was going to put the vase, in the guest room. A good friend was going to visit soon, and I just felt this beautiful vase would be a good addition to the rooms decor. I set the vase on the dresser in the guest room, and went about my day.

The following morning, I walked past the guestroom and as I gazed in, I noticed the vase was at the edge of the dresser, it appeared it had been moved? I put it back in its place, and I did not actually think it was anything paranormal.

A few nights latter I was sound asleep, and I woke to a noise, it was coming from the guest room, and it sounded as if something was being dragged across the top of one of the pieces of furniture in the guestroom. I got up and went to check it out. Sure enough, the vase again was moved to the edge of the dresser. Need I even mention how scared I felt. I did not sleep the rest of the night.

I gave the incident some thought, and decided to move the vase into the living room. I did not want to have my good friend scared out of her skin while sleeping with that vase so near her bed.

Two days latter, my friend was due to arrive, I had added some beautiful flowers to the vase, and I felt somewhat comfortable with the vase, there had been no further problems occur with the vase moving. Maybe it liked the atmosphere, better in the living room.

That evening my friend and I were up late, just catching up on anything and everything. We finally turned in at about 1:30 AM. At 3:45 AM we were both awoken by a loud crashing sound ! We both were on our feet, and rushed into the living room. The vase was still setting on the mantle where I had put it days ago. One of my very heavy candle holders that I kept on the other end of the mantel was lying in the floor.

To make a long story short , I wrote the woman that I had purchased the vase from, I came right out and told her what had been happening in my home since the vase arrived. She wrote back that the vase had belonged to her Mother-in-law, and that her Mother-in-law has a fastidious personality. She requested I send the vase back, and that she would refund my PayPal account.

I really loved the vase, and I decided to let it stay. I set down some rules, and actually spoke out loud to the spirit. I told this entity that the vase would be the only decoration on the mantel, but I would not stand for any further disrespect for my belongings, and no more moving the vase around .

All has been calm in my home from the day the spirit and I have learned to respect each others things.

Actual Photo of my aunts Beloved Herschede Grandfather Clock...

My tale is of an old grandfather clock that I inherited from my favorite aunt. As a girl ,in the year of 1962, I accompanied my aunt on the shopping trip that she actually purchased the grandfather clock.

My aunt was a hard working woman, and worked in a factory for the better part of her life. She was known to only pay cash for anything she bought, and would save money to make a special purchase, as she did for the clock . As we drove to the store where she was to purchase the clock from, she confided in me that she had always wanted a Grandfather clock, and she knew just the one she wanted. It was a Herschede Grandfather clock, that was known to have wonderful sounding chimes.

When the clock was delivered it was placed in her dinning room, and she would fuss over keeping it spotless, and well cleaned. You would never find a smudge on its glass or dust on the clock at any part of the clock. My aunt had high standards when it came to keeping her home clean, one might say she was a "fastidious housekeeper."

The years passed, and my aunt passed away. The clock was passed on to me. I placed it in my formal living room, I wanted the clock to have a special place in my home, where it would be seen daily, and enjoyed by all.

I had the clock in my home for some months, and Christmas was coming, and before decorating as a rule I would give all wood pieces in the house a good polishing. When it came time to clean, and polish the Grandfather clock, I was astonished! There was not only not a bit of dust on the clock, the glass inserts were sparkling... I could not believe my eyes?

To make a long story short - I have had the clock for over 15 years, and it always appears clean and dust free. I know this may be hard to believe, I find it hard to comprehend myself? I feel my wonderful aunt, that has long left this earth, keeps her clock clean, and up to her fastidious housekeeping standard.

I find it comforting knowing she stops in now and then - even if it's just to clean her clock.

Someone was just checking out your Squidoo lens "Antiques - Possessions or Possessed - Can Spirits Possess Inanimate Objects?" and wrote you the following note..

My experience took place in a popular local Fort Lauderdale restaurant "Coconuts", where I was employed as a manger about "8 years ago. It happened one night after closing, as a manager I was responsible for closing. On that particular night I was working with another manager, we found ourselves sitting at the south bar discussing what task that needed to be done. The bar faces the lounge, and we had a good view of the restaurant, and the large lounge area. As we were discussing our closing duties, the bar-tender was stocking the beer cooler, and cleaning the back of the bar area. The lights were dim in the place, and for some reason the restaurant seemed unusually quite. The lounge area at the north bar had a set of duel french doors which led to a large deck. On the west side of the room was a hallway that led to the restroom. As the co-manager and I sat at the bar, I saw someone exit the restrooms hallway , and proceed to walk toward the lounge, walking slowly across the lounge, and finally this apparition walked directly through the closed french doors! I looked at the co-manager to see if he had witnessed what I had? He had a shocked look on his face, and asked me,"did you see that"? We were in disbelief, as we both got up and traced the tracks of this "whatever it was" ? We ended up at the french doors, in the back of our minds still thinking this must have been a stray person that over drank that evening... We both checked the doors, finding them locked. We couldn't explain it, and were amazed by what we had witnessed. While employed at "Coconuts" I had two more paranormal experiences, I was alone at both times, so kept them to myself. It's funny, I never really felt scared or threatened by these strange occurrences.

I enjoyed reading all the paranormal experiences listed on this site, and thought I would share just a few of my own. I truly believe objects can be haunted, as can an entire room be haunted by those that have pasted on, and just refused to give their room up, to the living."

"I've had quite a few paranormal experiences in my life time. One such experience occurred when I was just a child, in my childhood home. When I was just a young child. I would wake up in the middle of the night, and would frequently see an apparition of a young girl. This young spirit actually reminded me of my own little sister. I can't describe the apparition well, it's hard to describe her features. The spirit was vague , somewhat shadowy and white, very filmy, and somewhat see through.

Each time a saw her, I would get out of my bed, and physically follow her into the hallway, I could see her only foot prints on the floor before me. The foot prints appear filmy and white, as the apparition so appeared. As I would approach the end of the hallway, the footsteps would disappear. I would then return to my bedroom, and climb into my bed. Needless to say, I was frightened, and would pull the covers up over my head.

Another childhood memory takes me back to a night my brother, and I was in the guestroom of our home. I must mention this very room had been used by my grandparent's, as they lived with us for a period of time. My brother, and I was standing near the heater, which is right under the rooms' window. We were just killing time, and talking about random things. Suddenly, out of the blue, the blinds flickered, all in one motion they opened. We were both startled, I will admit we were scared ! We both ran out, beating each other to the doorway.

Some years later two guests stayed the night, and slept in the guestroom. They both had a very unrestful night, claiming that they were awakened by the loud sound of snoring, which sounded as if it were coming from within the room?

On another occasion my younger sister, and I was sleeping in my grandparents old room, we were awakened suddenly, and both saw a ghostly face in the window. We retreated under the covers, and yelled out loudly for our father. My Dad looked outside of the window, and claimed to have seen a cat. He tried to comfort our fears. Telling us, "it was just an old cat". However, to this day I know what I saw was not a cat at all, It was the face of a human, a ghost. For years after I would have dreams of ghosts being in my grandparents old room.

I truly believe the family dogs could also see the spirit's that haunted our home. I was awaken many nights, by our dog's barking in my bedroom. Just barking into thin air - barking at nothing? I would be too terrified to move, so I just would hide under my blankets. I would become sweaty, and hot because of terror I felt. After these incidences, the dog's would come by the side of the bed, cowering. I could feel their fear, feel them shaking so badly it shook my bed. It was clear the dog's were as afraid of these spirit's, as I was. I have always felt the dog's could more readily see the spirits that haunted our home. Perhaps dogs can see more than what appears to the human eye?

The most frightening experience, a night I will never forget, was a night that my parents were entertaining, having a party of sorts. My brother, and I were in my bedroom. We were talking, and just passing the time, when suddenly we both simultaneously saw someone. I filmy vision formed out of nowhere, it was very near us, and reach its hands out quickly towards us! Its hair could barely be seen, and was sort black with tinges of green in it. My brother and I agreed, it was defiantly a woman. Needless to say, we both ran screaming from my bedroom, and as you might guess, this frightful apparition was nowhere to be found, when our parents came to see what all the shouting was about.

I had many frightful nights growing up in that home. Almost nightly I would hear odd faint sounds, such as footsteps coming from other rooms in the house or light knocking on the windows, soft voices that echoed down the hall. I guess one must experience the paranormal, to be a true believer.

Erik wrote...

"My wife and I bought a brand new (not antique) set of the Wizard Of Oz "Bobble-Head figurines from a store in a local mall. All 7 (Dorothy, Toto, Lion, Scarecrow, Tin Man, Glenda The Witch and The Wicked Witch Of The West). We decided to display the set on the fireplace mantle. We wanted to place them in an area in our home, where we could enjoy them. When placed on the mantle the figurine's all stood perfectly erect, as they were before we removed them from their individual boxes. Not long after the figurines were purchased, I had a rather odd , I was working in my office, and I heard my wife, and baby son in the hallway talking. However, when I went out into the hall to join them , I found the hallway empty, no one in sight? I thought it best not to mention it to my wife, thinking I was just hearing things, and I certainly did not want to "freak her out".

Not long after this experience, my wife called me at work, upset and claiming that she, and the baby heard me in the hallway talking on my cell phone? She claimed that she thought I had come home from work, but became concerned after I did not come into the living room when she called my name. It was only then that she realized I wasn't even in the house, and never had been.

The house seemed to be haunted, evidenced by many other unexplainable events that have happened in the house, events that have no plausible explanation. Nevertheless, one occurrence that actually gives physical evidence of what I believe substantiates a haunting in the home is, the " Dorothy "Bobble-head" incident. As I mentioned all the Wizard of Oz figures were erect when they were placed on the mantle, and I must mention that the figurines are made of ceramic pottery. The Dorothy doll has become inexplicably bent over backwards, there is no explanation as to why or how this could even be possible? We believe that something is not right in that house, and that whatever it is has affected the figurine somehow? We have since moved out of that house. No longer being able to put up with the presence of the unknown that haunts the house.

Someone was just checking out this Squidoo lens, and wrote me you the following note...

"About three or four weeks ago my husband and I stopped by a church flea market and we came across a table that had some antique bedroom furniture and a lot of items that you might find in an elderly person's home, including a massaging bed rest pillow. It was in great shape, didn't smell, worked and was only $5. Too good to pass up, so we bought it. I remember thinking at the time that it looked like an elderly person had passed away and they were selling their things. Well, I'm a non-smoker and I have a very sensitive nose when it comes to cigarette smoke. I can tell if someone smoked hours before the moment they walk into the room. Just to let you know, my bedroom is a closed off loft and although it has skylights, they have been closed and we keep the bedroom door closed to keep the cats out.

Let me start by saying that I've never experienced this before bringing this pillow home.

A few nights after bring the pillow home, we went upstairs to go to bed and when I got into bed I smelled STRONG cigarette smoke, more like an ashtray smell like people's clothes smell that smoke constantly. My husband didn't smell it, but it was plain as day to me and I could only smell it in bed. About two or three minutes later the smell was completely gone. I thought I was losing my mind or at least my sense of smell, but curled up against the pillow and went to sleep. Please note the pillow does not smell like smoke at all!

A few days later it happened again, but this time it was during the day and my husband called me to come upstairs, said the smell was back. I walked in and we both smelled it really strong in the bed area for a few minutes and then it disappeared again. This has been happening more and more frequently and we now both experience it. Personally, I think it's the spirit of the person that owned the bed rest, perhaps an elderly person that passed away after a long illness where they laid in bed on it a lot. My guess would be from lung cancer. . .

Yesterday we were working on a project downstairs and I left the TV on in our bedroom. Every time I went upstairs, I smelled the smoke, and then it would leave. At this point, I'm starting to feel crazy because I'm now I'm talking to it. Asking if he/she is enjoying the show that was on, etc. At one point I spoke to the spirit about how bad it was to smoke and asked them to please not smoke cigarettes in the house. So now I'm smelling cigar smoke. I'd rather go back to the cigarette smoke"

Someone was just checking out your Squidoo lens "GHOST HUNTERS--- THE SHOW" and wrote you the following note...

By Silvara Wilde

While reading your lens "Robert the Haunted Doll", I noticed you were looking for people who have had paranormal experiences. I have actually had a few paranormal experiences. The one I will submit here is more or less cemented in my memory. I think the memory is so strong, and stays with me due to the age I was when my experience occurred. I was 12 years old, and my parents had gotten a divorce. I would spend visitation time with Mom in Indiana, two weeks every summer, and a week either at Thanksgiving or Christmas.

Mom owned and managed a New Age Bookstore, this all came about in the end of the 80's, when all that "New Age stuff" was all the rage. The store Mom had was a rental in a very old two story home. The home was very old, and the top floor was occupied by a lone gentleman. My first visit to the home, Mom showed me all around the store, and the bottom floor of the home. I was so excited to find the home had a secret escape room, and part of the old tunnel leading out of the kitchen. It all seemed fun when Mom first showed me the place... One had to know where the door was to this secret room, it was a pocket type of door that slid open and closed, and was very well disguised.

After I had been at Moms for a few days, I over heard a customer in the store talking about the history of Moms Old Store. The. Story goes - a family had lived in the home sometime before Mom has rented the place. The family had a daughter, about the age I was. The father was known to be a big "drinker" and abusive wife, and daughter. It was said that he would lock his daughter in the upstairs closet for hours at a time. She would also be seen about town with bruises on her person. It was clear to the neighbors the child was being beaten... As the story goes, this girl had even been pushed down the stairs, at the back of the kitchen.
Well, one day during a hot summer day, her Father locked her in the closet, and proceeded to get very drunk. The girl was found in the closet dead. She had suffocated, and died in that closet, while her father was passed out drunk.

So that's the homes' history, as I know it. My paranormal experience begins shortly after the day I heard the history of the home. Mom had shown me the back stairs, and the closet that was at the top of those stairs... But, now those stairs, and that closet had new meaning to me. I was told by Mom, I was not allowed on the staircase. She explained, she only had access to the lower level of the rental. This rule was fine with me, especially now that I knew the story of what happened to that poor unfortunate girl.

Well, during the weeks I was there, I would wander through the shop, and sometimes when passing near the stairs I could hear soft crying. It was not long before I would swear that I saw a girl sitting on the upper steps of the stairs... However, when I looked more closely, nothing was there? Things from the shore began to be moved around in the store. It would happen nightly, after we'd closed up, and gone home. First Mom felt someone might be breaking in at night, but it seemed unlikely, due to the fact nothing was ever stolen or vandalized. Objects were just being moved into strange places. One particular morning stands out. As we entered the shop, we found the kitchen room had been opened? We found several item's that had been moved from the store to the secret room, and sat all around the floor.

This haunting went on for the entire time Mom had the store. She more or less learned to live with the haunting. After a year or so Mom eventually ended up closing her New Age Store. Her business just could not pay the bills on that haunted rental.

To this very day, I can still hear the cry's of that poor girl, and see her sad face starring down at me, from that old creaky back stairs...

I always read and heard that spirits that obsessed a person or possessed a person would sometimes mimic that person when they died, and stay attached to something that person loved. As far as I know I never bought an antique that was haunted in anyway, but I did have an experience when I touched an antique and the spirit followed me.

My husband and I were in an antique store in Northern Maine and it was loaded with antique furniture. I was just walking around looking at things when I touched this one item and pulled down the door and then opened the draw. It seemed as soon as I did that, I kept smelling a scent of an old type of men's cologne. I thought maybe I leaned up against something or it was just in that area of the store. As I headed for where my husband was the smell got stronger. Ok, still didn't think anything of it. We went to the desk to pay for a tea cup that my husband pointed out to me. At the desk the cologne smell was almost overwhelming. I couldn't figure out where in the world it was coming from. So we paid for our stuff and walked outside. I was still smelling the cologne.

We got into the car, and I was still smelling this horrible cologne. I asked my husband if he smelled anything on me. He said he doesn't smell anything. He smelled my clothing and my hair and smelled himself and neither of us had any smell of cologne. As we were driving the smell got so overwhelming I started to get nauseated... I was still smelling around trying to pin point where this smell was coming from. We got to our destination about an hour or so, and as we got out of the car the cologne smell was everywhere. My husband said....what is that smell??????? I yelled to him....you smell it now??? He said I smell something like flowers or perfume. I said that smell has been following us and I'm so glad you finally smell it. It's driving me crazy.

We started to walk across that street and the smell was following us but very faintly. We walked into a bar and grill restaurant and sat down in a booth. The smell was not as strong, but still there with me. As we ordered I was wondering if the waitress could smell the cologne, but didn't have the nerve to ask her. After we ordered our food the soup came first. We bowed our heads and prayed over our meal. The power of God. The cologne smell was completely gone and I never smelled it again. I realized without a doubt it was a spirit. Why it followed us I'll never know. Especially since we are both believers in Jesus Christ and are saved. But the power of prayer sent it away. Just thought I had to share this story with you. I never though I would have an experience like that. I'm very very very careful now when I'm in an antique store. I pray after I leave an antique store now. I pray that if there are any spirits attached it has to leave in the Name of Jesus Christ. The power of His Name will send it away.

God Bless
Linda

Hi,

When I was a baby boy, a long-gone aunt or perhaps my great grandmother knitted a rabbit doll for me. It was rather peculiar looking. It was knitted using two drab colors: gray and wine. It was stuffed with some kind of dark stuffing. The thing was flat, hard, and discomfiting. Mom said when I was a baby I was terrified of it and threw it onto the floor whenever people put it close to me. She kept it in her cedar chest for many years and gave it to me at some time after I left the nest. It still, even when I was in my 20s, gave me the creeps. I don't remember how long I kept the rabbit doll after that, but finally I cut it up into small pieces with the scissors and threw it away. Today I am 63 years old and still remember the feeling I had as a baby and when I was reunited with the doll when in my 20s. As I write this, I have chills running up my back.

GDM