ooooo posted at 12 exactly =p.

I live in Roanoke, Va. just a few minutes away and have not heard this story, but it sounds like a place I’d like to investigate. If anyone reading these lives anywhere in Virginia, and you or someone you know have any paranormal activities going on, contact me. Virginia Appalachian Mountain Paranormal Investigations (V.A.M.P. Investigations). http://www.vampinvestigations.com

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i live in salem i no the house two and i have seen it my self. i can remember when they demolished the house it was a shame becos it hade so much history and storys wiv it if you live in salem let me no and we could chat more fm jordi

That is soooo cool I wish that happened to me I wan’t some hot chocolate!!!

That is soooo cool!!!

ya,i believe in ghosts. but all they really are is demons.its a cool story tho.

Has any other similar events occurred at this location? I would be skeptical if nothing else was evident.

Everyone needs to read the story again, then tell me where is says the old lady gave the boy cookies.

ha that wasn’t scary god! cool but not scary! Oh yeah my cousin got to visit that because she was friends with the little boys mother

I,m with the 24th comment.Even though the time difference is crazy,still,it’s true.because all you need is God.

this story is sooooo freaky…if i were the little boy…i would ask for a next glass….lol and some cookies too!!!

Salem is a pretty weird town as it is. I used to drive from NoVA to Universities in middle VA all the time for parties while in college. Once we got turned around and stopped in Salem…

We entered the town over a bridge or overpass or something and it seemed pretty normal. You know, cars…people…errands being run…

We went into a Pizza Hut to use the bathroom and maybe get something to go, you know? (which actually may have been on Main St also) But the place was completely empty. I called out and even went into the kitchen and didn’t see anyone. I turned around and saw on one of the counters an open newspaper, half eaten donut, and a steaming coffee, still nobody around.

Then I noticed the clock on the wall was going backwards, fast. I was like, “Dude, eff this, let’s GTFO.” We got outside and looked around. The entire town was quiet. No cars moving, no people, no activity; nothing. I looked across the street at the gas station. There were cars at the pumps but nobody there or inside. The entire town had just frozen…or died. idk what so…

We freaked out and I drove the hell outta Salem and haven’t gone back since. I have no idea what’s up w/ that town and I don’t have any intention of ever finding out.

All I know is that I have a lot of ghost and other stories which I don’t readily tell, but I saw this story about a haunting in Salem and had to comment. I wouldn’t be surprised if there is a lot more activity in Salem than just this and the keyboard story (which btw is poltergeist activity and would scare the sh*t outta me, I’d have to move immediately)

Okay I live in salem and its not that weird that last messgage was not true..OMG i have lived here my whole life yeah maybe that house is haunted but the town is not ..lmao

HEello,I have know the people that lived on that street for many long years. My sister lived in one house that was torn down back in the 70’s. Then she moved next door to 300 w. Main. S.T. Next to her beside the post office lived Mr. perrine and his sister. Mr. perrine had owned that house a very long time. He was a lawyer and a very kind man. Mr. Perrine became ill and moved with his sister to Fla. in the 90’s. Where he passed away. My sister lived at 300 W. Main St. for many many years. She was a preacher and there was very weird happening at her home and many people saw things there. A great friend shot his wife and killed his self while he was renting a room from my sister. There are spirits, gghosts, some people don’t encounter them. Any way, my sister’s home was relocated and is now concited as a historical home in Salem. I know a lot about those homes on that block. And what i know is truth and people can believe or now. But I say, yes, all 5 houses that was there was haunted.. Blessings

I live about 60 miles from salem and I was wondering if anyone knows how long ago the story was suppose to have taken place?

I live in Patrick County, virginia and my house was a small house about 75 years old when I bought it. It has been completely revamped and added onto. My house had always made funny noises, but I blamed it on it’s age and settling and such. I was telling some ladies from my church that sometimes my house gave me the “willies” at the noises it made, when one of the other ladies kinda laughed, I asked if she was laughing at my fright. She said there was no need to be scared because the noises in my house were probably her husbands grandfather. As fate would have it, her husbands grandfather fell dead in my kitchen many years ago, probably in the 40s or 50s. I asked if he was nice and she said he was a very nice man. This revelation caused my mother-in-law to by one of those psycic books by Sylvia Brown from Montel and she said that we were suppose to tell the guy he was dead and encourage him to “cross-over”, but my husband thinks he gives the house character and wants him to stay (if he’s really there). We’ve not had anything other than strange winds, and severe floor walking, a few weird lights and reflections in the mirror, and several quick seconds where we thought we may have seen something in a haze. Lastly, we’ve experienced items being hidden and returned, and I’ve passed that off as my own fault whenever possible, just to keep my sanity while living here. The guy that owned the house before me still lives in my neightborhood, but i’m afraid he’ll think I’m nuts if I mention this to him. My dad has had similar experiences in his house, but he built his house so how could it be haunted? His property has a graveyard, but not near the house. To my knowledge there wasn’t another structure on his land, so maybe he and I both have overactive imaginations. Any thoughts?

Hello, I have had experiences with spirits,hauntings, psychic abilities all my life. I do know that my sister’s house that was located on Main St. in SALEM,VA. was haunted and many christain exorists went there. A very close family friend murdered his self there back in the 1990’s. Most things, my sister who was an ordained minister , would not tell me that went on. That house has been moved and is now a historial home in Salem. I lived with my family in a house at 3906 MAINE AVE. N.W in ROANOKE,VA back from 1972 until 16 yrs later. I had visits from two eldery ladies, they would come and stand by my bed and just watch me. I was never afraid of them but they appeared to be a little scared as one lady stood behind the other. My sister told me to never reach out to touch them. I was never afraid, I would just lay and look at them and tell them we were a good family and they were safe! When we moved I felt sad that we had to leave them and to this day i wonder if all the people that moved in the house ever saw them. I do know from my best friend that lives next door that the people that would move in would never stay long! We loved living there but moved to the lake. Yet we miss it back there. That was home.I do know that a teacher passed away there and her husband murdered his self . There was still a place in the wall. I have lived in several places that things like this have happened. Some things that wasn’t good. I know what I and my family have seen and witnessed. Back to my sister’s house at 300 W. MAIN ST. in SALEM, VA. A girl that came by with a family friend was terrified as she had never saw a pic. or saw my sister’s husband, but as she went into the kitchen, she was shocked to see him setting there talking to their yellow parakeet. She had no idea of what type cloths he wore or any thing yet she described him to a tee. And he just looked up at her and smiled. I don’t know if he is still there or if he went to HEAVEN as my sister left this world july 8th,2007 and we know she comes and visits. As too many things have been shown to us. Just think of all the deminsions that can be.. Blessings!!

Three weeks after my birth in 1958, my Great Uncle passed away in his little house on Water St. in Ithaca, WI. He had seen me one time before he passed and apparently was so happy that my parents had another boy that he said he would watch over me throughout my lifetime. When I was seven years old, my family lived in a small three bedroom house in southern Wisconsin my father had built in 1962. Like other families of the time, all the boys (there were four of us) shared a king size bed in one bedroom and our little sister had her own room. One night, I awoke with the feeling of being watched. I looked toward the foot of the bed and saw an old man in a red flannel shirt and overalls with snow white hair just standing there looking at me. He had a very peaceful look on his face and although he said nothing, I knew he was telling me I was safe. I was so startled by what I saw, that I pulled the covers over my head. After a few seconds, I looked again and he was gone. Several years later in Flagstaff, AZ, I worked with a couple of architects in an office on the third floor of the old Weatherford Hotel on LeRoux St. One afternoon as I was finishing up my lunch, I spun around on my chair and caught a glimpse of the same old man in a french door leading to the hallway outside of the office. He looked the same as he did years before. Just as quickly, he was gone. I asked my dad if he had any idea who it could be after telling him of my two encounters with the old man. He told me from the description I gave him, that it was my Great Uncle Herman. I have not seen him since but would invite the opportunity to see him again.

Is anyone posting comments here literate? I see so many misspelled words and poor grammar in each post, it makes me think that the people that believe in ghosts are morons… Is there a direct correlation between being an imbecile and seeing ghosts? One has to wonder.

Joe, it seems the only moron here is you. I’m sure your attitude and lack of personality is what keeps you from getting l**d and unless you change your critical ways, you never will. Judging by the time stamp on your posting, you took a minute out of your busy nightime activities online to post an imbecilic bunch of tripe. Grow up.