Often when we experience things we cannot quite explain, it tends to be attributed to our homes, land or even surrounding objects. But, often times, none of these are the case and it is the person themselves attracting the paranormal activity. Spirits reaching beyond the veil trying to grasp a firm hold on the humanity that they have lost.

An anthology of hauntings from around the world of numerous persons who themselves are....haunted people....

Blurb: I walk through the door urgently needing to get some air. I double over as soon as I'm on the lawn. The oppressive atmosphere in the house has left me unsteady on my feet. I'm hyperventilating as I try and suck in air as quickly as I can. I get the feeling I'm going to throw up, and I have to spit into the grass. It takes me a couple of minutes, but I finally feel as if I can stand up straight without the nausea returning. I have my hands on my head as I stare up at the sky. "What the hell happened in there?" Greg comes up next to me and grabs hold of my shoulder. "You okay?" I nod to him. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Greg, who shut the door back there?" The blank cop stare is back on his face. "Tom, no one was on the other side of that door. There was no wind either."