Man Moaning

From: Leslie_Sugahara Leslie_Sugahara@isisph.com
Date: Wed, 15 Mar 1995 17:05:37 GMT
Type: Ghost
Story-type: Personal experience
Location: California, U.S.A.
Source: Email Submission

This is a very true story that happened to me about 1.5 years ago when I first moved into my new house in Northern San Diego County. The house was 5 years old when we bought it and I spoke to the previous owner after these events, asking her if anything strange had occurred while she lived there or if anything catastrophic happened in the house. Her answer was no.

We moved in on a Sunday and I started my new job that next day. The first two days in the house were hectic, and starting a new job immediately didn't make things easier. On Wednesday morning, with my wet hair wrapped in towel and in nothing but my birthday suit, I walked from the bedroom and headed towards the kitchen for coffee. The front doors of the house are on the way from the bedroom to the kitchen and just as I walked in front of the front doors, I heard a man moaning loudly. The hair on my arms stood straight up and I froze immediately. Coming from the Los Angeles area, my first thought was someone was either drunk or had been shot or stabbed and was taking shelter on my front porch. I started to lean towards the peep hole to take a look and the moan happened again, even louder and more sorrowful. I backed off, started yelling for my husband to come here! Someone was hurt or drunk or something! He ran to the door, flung it open and, of course, nothing. He chalked it up to my being tired. In retrospect, the moaning was so loud, it could not have come through the thick redwood doors. It seemed to come from all around me.

Several weeks later, I was home alone. My husband works 24 hour shifts and I have adjusted to being alone for long periods of time. This particular night, I was sleeping soundly with my two cats snuggled closely on the bed with me. In the corner of my room I keep a "bullet" type trash can. I use it as a laundry bin. The lid is round with a rotating push-in top. If you push it hard, it spins in a full circle. I awoke at 2:30 in the morning to the lid spinning very fast and I counted seven full rotations. "Swoop, swoop, swoop" That kind of noise. One cat escaped to underneath the bed while my fearless boy kitty, WeeBee, stood at the foot of my bed hissing at the unseen visitor. I sprinted from my bed, skirted carefully around the laundry bin and called my mother in Los Angeles from the kitchen phone. She told me, in her sleepy state, to tell the ghost to go away and quit bothering me and it probably would. I went to my room, shaking and terribly afraid, and in my strongest whisper, which was all I could muster, told the thing to leave me alone because it was frightening me. It left and I have been sleeping peacefully since. That's all!