I've honestly never found a way to completely shut off my "seeing" side, though I see things less when I'm busy or stressed. When I'm home alone and I know a ghost is there, I wear my headphones to avoid being communicated with. I also avoid thinking about them, as I've found that only encourages ghostly antics.

My hand to God, that was seriously my reaction when it first happened...after the rush of terror had subsided, that is. "You're really going to use Tom Petty against me, you ghostly bastard? Really?!" My anger made it easier to ignore the weird shit for a few more days.

Did you work in Pine Ridge village? If so, you might've heard a lot about the two Victorian ladies that haunt the area by the creek. I've never seen them, but I learned through research at the local mission that the area that kids say the women hang around at used to be the old boarding school. It was surrounded by a…

Skinwalkers are soooo scary. I have a Navajo friend who lived with her grandma out in the country for a summer. The stories she can tell about skinwalkers...*shudder*.

Please write a book!!!!

Yaaaaaaaa so I'm gonna need this person to write a book of the things they've seen 'cause they have THE BEST STORIES EVER.

Ahhh Native ghost stories are always so much cooler than non-Native ghost stories!

These are so scary, but what i can't get over is using Tom Petty for nefarious means. not cool, malicious-ghost-dude. NOT COOL!

One more (despite the fact that I've had to sleep with the lights on for the past two nights after my sharing brought 'visitors'):

Thanks! I'm really tempted to. It's oddly cathartic to share these things. Childhood ghost trauma!

Please start a blog solely composed of these stories. They are so breathtaking!

When I moved to the East Coast, I lived in northern Virginia — just up the road from Manassas. One night, my boyfriend and I were driving through the Manassas Battlefield after spending the day down south. It was a misty evening, and through the fog (sooo cliche, I know), I saw a group of men crossing in front of our…

Um, *looks around, takes hand count* yeah, we wanna know about the other stuff you've seen.

I have been waiting for this opportunity since I missed the boat LAST Halloween!

Hahahaha! It was a Motorola Razr!! Do you not remember those things, they were made out of Teflon and spite. I included it because the battery life was insane and you could probably drive a car over it and still get signal.

The only part that kept taking me out of it was the damn cell phone battery. No charger! No outlet! Wah!

Can I buy the movie rights to this story? This would make an EXCELLENT psychological horror movie, and I'm not even joking. I want to write this right the fuck now.

So, anyway, I was nineteen, and I had problems. I had pretty much been depressed and angry since I could remember, and going to university cut me off from my support system of family and friends. My freshman year, things came to a head in the form of a godawful cliche: my high school boyfriend came home on…