Story: Growing up in the South U.S. 30+ years ago I, like most all kids of that time and place, had a swing in the yard. The one I had was not a metal swing set, but was a true old rope swing hung from a tree branch.

I spent a lot of time playing on that old swing and in the field behind our house which had once been a horse pasture many years before we moved there.

When I was about 11 years old I had just discovered my love for music and since it was Summer I was allowed to stay out until well after dark, as long as I stayed close to the house. Many nights I would be on that swing until well into the night listening to my small transistor radio. It was just me, the music, and a soft light from a distant streetlight.

One night about 10 PM I suddenly had the strange feeling that something was behind me looking at me. Staring at me. I stopped swinging and looked back to see a beautiful large white dog with big dark eyes. He just stood motionless, no barking, no growling, no tail wagging, just strangely motionless. Not having a dog at that time but always having a love for dogs I wanted to pet him. I turned around for only a second to get up and when I looked back he had vanished. I didn't hear him leave, but I thought he must have run away. I didn't think much about it and went back to swinging.

The very next night, at about 10 PM, he appeared again. This time though it sounded like he ran up behind me quickly. I looked back and once again saw him just as before motionless, looking at me with his big dark eyes. I still wanted to pet him but for some reason at the same time felt slightly uncomfortable. Like something wasn't quite right. I slowly got up to walk to him and he ran behind my father's car and into the field behind our house. I was only a few feet away from him but when I got behind the car once again it was as if he just vanished.

The third and last time he appeared was about a day or two later. He appeared just as before, but this time with a chilling difference. Once again it sounded like he ran up behind me and once again I turned to see him looking at me. This time though I could see smoke coming out of his mouth and nose. The kind you see on a very cold Winter day. It was Summer though and by far too hot for that. His big dark eyes locked with mine as he stared directly at me and raggedly breathed the smoke for 10-15 seconds, like he had been running hard.Suddenly he turned and ran into the field. I did not try to follow him this night. It was as if something told me not to.

I didn't think of it again until what happened with my father a few years later.

It was a Summer evening just before Sunset when my father looked out his bedroom window and came running through the house yelling to me to come and help him. I asked what was wrong and he said there was a horse in the field behind our house and he needed me to help him catch it or make it leave before it destroyed his garden. We both ran outside and into the field to see nothing wrong. No horse and everything was normal. I asked him exactly what he had seen and he said he had seen a huge white horse running through the field as fast as he could, like he was scared. He said the horse ran through his garden 2-3 times and he was sure it had been completely trampled.

We looked at the small garden, which was in the corner of the field. Nothing was out of place. I asked him once again if he was sure the horse ran through the garden and he assured me that he had. We both looked even closer around the pasture and at the dirt in the garden, which was still soft from being watered only a few hours before, and couldn't find even a single hoof print or any sign that anything had been in the pasture at all.

As we stood there, both puzzled, I remembered the big white dog that ran into the same field. - Donald Ryles PhD, CH

Response from Slim Pictures:  Thanks for the submission. If you'd like to read more by Donald Ryles, you can check out his book, "Hidden Secrets of Many, But One."
As for his tale, the only 'significant' moment that stands out is them not being able to find any hoofprints in the garden. The 'smoke,' which appeared as condenced breath was very probably just that. On a humid summer evening as the temperature was dropping, it's not uncommon for breath to be visible.

Story/Question: Don't know if anyone cares but I have on video and clear photos of something that will make your hair stand up for sure. I have a security system in my bar 24/7 that records everthing and I have tape and photos of a woman in my bar when we are closrd and no one is in the building. She is as clear as can be... no tricks here I have it in my hard drive as well as photo. so.. are you right people to share this with? --Mike Nolan

Response from Slim Pictures:  The short answer is - Yes! Please share it. I'd love to see the pictures, video and hear whatever details I can.

Story: Two nights ago me and my friends were driving around looking for "creepy" roads and the like, and stumbled upon this big white house. My friend's mouth just dropeed and she turned white. I look at her and ask whats going on and she says she knows about this house and that its haunted. A mutual friend of ours, Kim, as she explained to me, babysat for these people who live right behind this creepy house. When Kim went to babysit, the mother said to her, "They kids may say some things that are kinda weird, don't listen to them and tell them they are not aloud to talk about it." So she
said ok and the mom left. Of course, curiosity kicked in and and she asked the kids about it. There is a 3 year-old boy and a 7 year-old girl. Kim asked the 3 yo boy first. He said he sometimes goes outside and sees 3 shadows of boys walking into the forest. So Kim thought, ok wierd but whatever. Then she asked the little girl. The girl said sometimes at night in her window she sees a face of a lady that talks to her. Kim got a little scared at this one and just told the kids there was nothing to it and to calm down. Later, the mom came home and asked how everything went and Kim said fine and left.
She went home and looked up the legend of the white house and read that it was a Catholic school and one day 3 boys left class and found an ice cream truck with alcohol in it and got drunk. They walked into the forest and were missing for several days and later found dead with their heads on crosses back in the forest. The school was blamed for all of this and was shut down. Now the nun that was teaching the class those boys were in got fired and had
nowhere to go. No money, no friends, no family, so she hung hereself in one of the top rooms.
A few days later Kim went back to babysit and asked the mom if she knew of the story of the house. The mom said that she did but did not believe it. Kim also said that the mother never told the kids about it, yet the young boy saw 3 shadows walking into the forest...with no prior knowledge of it.

Tonight at midnight me and some of my buds are gonna go in with a video camera. Reply if you want to know more from our expierence.

response from Slim Pictures:  Yes! Send as much info as you can. The story is phenominal so far!

Story:  The night of my son's high school graduation party, I had a house full of guests and was busy getting drinks, replenishing food, etc. My nephew, who was about 6 or 7, came downstairs and told me that there was a man in my bedroom. I made a joke about it, and then my son went upstairs with my nephew to check things out. I was so busy I never gave it another thought.

About a week or two later, my neighbor, a young lady who lived in the back apartment downstairs, asked if I had heard her screaming the night before. She said she woke up to seeing a man standing at the foot of her bed. Every time she looked at him, he'd move just enough that she'd see him with her peripheral vision... She called her parents and her brother and everyone came over, checked the windows, etc. and everything was tight and locked. The man had just disappeared. Kim described the man as being mean looking, dressed in kind of rough clothing and he had on boots... these boots seemed to be the most outstanding feature and his "meanness." I mentioned it to my son and he told me that Kim had seen the same man that my nephew had seen the night of the graduation party. Little Robert had described the man the same way and said that he disappeared into the closet and through the wall. My son went to the local library to do research on the house, and found that it was 100 years old and had been owned by the father of a local architect who was very famous. The father was apparently a "taskmaster" of sorts and it was said that children who misbehaved in school were sent to visit him to be "straightened out" (this is all information my son found in the library!). My neighbor, Kim, saw this guy a couple more times... New Year's Eve he was there and accompanied by some other ghosts... and there was stuff that looked like tissue flying through the air. She moved out shortly after that. I never saw this ghost, nor did my son... we both prayed that we wouldn't! But I figured he was a clean freak and that's why he visited Kim so often... because she was a mess! My son's room was also always a mess... then he moved out and I cleaned his room.

When my husband and I married, we lived in that apartment a few months before we bought a house nearby. On moving day, I was in my bedroom doing my hair. I was looking in the mirror and, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man standing in the doorway. Assuming it was my husband, I turned to look but that quickly the man was gone (and my husband was still downstairs). I figured the ghost had finally shown himself to me to just say "good bye"