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2004-10-23 10:56:27 PM  
One time, I had a neighbor that ended up having a standoff with the Portland Police and needless to say he didn't come out of in one piece. Anyway, once the body was removed and the apartment was being renovated (I guess a guy blowing his head off leaves quite the mess)I could hear someone knocking on the walls. Mind you, this was happening late in the evening when I knew very well that no one was inside the apartment.
 
2004-10-23 10:56:45 PM  
I saw the woman in White on Guam
 
2004-10-23 10:59:53 PM  
Okay. Not the scariest ever, but certainly scary for me:

I was about 8 years old, and spending the day at my friend Becky's house. Her basement was crammed full of random crap (her parents were major packrats) so we always found fun stuff to play with down there. Right in the middle of the basement was a Barbie Dreamhouse we often played with. This particular day was also the 1-year anniversary of her Grandmother's death, which was sad- but not creepy-until...

We got thirsty and went to get some Kool-Aid. I remember where my Barbie was- taking a nap on the pink frilly bed. Becky's barbie was sitting in the living room, and the little dog was on the couch next to her. When we came back downstairs, my barbie was stuffed through a little window in the backside of the dreamhouse, Becky's was UNDER the dreamhouse in a little drawer thing, and the dog was sitting way up on the crossbeam that holds up the floor. Her mom wasn't home, and her dad was in the garage playing mechanic. Needless to say, we didn't play in the basement again for a very, very long time.

Like I said- not "The Ring" scary, but scary enough for an 8-year-old.

/my god, that was long.
 
2004-10-23 11:01:45 PM  
At my old apartment, our neighbor was some female college student.. She was also a druggy and a prostitute.

One day, my mom got a letter that was meant for the neighbor, it was from a psychic hotline. It was a thank you letter, it thanked her for calling and said that her life would get better real soon... 1 week later, she was dead. (which for her is better i guess)

The night before she died, my mom had a dream.. She was in the neighbors apartment, tied to the bed, and the girls boyfriend was injecting drugs into her.

The next day, the day she died, there was a Do Not Disturb sign on the door, and the boyfriend was acting weird.. It wasn't until later we found out she was dead and had died of an overdose.

My mom kept having dreams about that, we're pretty sure she was killed but the boyfriend wasn't arrested or anything, i guess they ruled it accidental.

Ever since then, weird stuff would happen. Doors would close and open by themselves, especially the basement door that was near her apartment. There were no drafts or anything.

There were other weird things that happened but I can't remember them.

I guess this isn't really a scary story or even a ghost as I never saw anything (unless that time I was high and saw Paul Bunyan in my basement was actually her.. ahhhhh!)
 
2004-10-23 11:02:18 PM  
dontdeservethesugarbag
We got thirsty and went to get some Kool-Aid.

Oh, the irony.
 
2004-10-23 11:03:03 PM  
Nice APN
 
2004-10-23 11:04:05 PM  
Not scary, actually kinda sweet:

My kitty cat that died a couple years ago still lurks around my house. I can be getting dressed or watching TV, and I'll hear him meow. So I call his name, and I can see him clear as day walk up and sit at my feet. He meows at me, and sometimes he rubs against my legs or headbutts my shin like he did in life and I can actually feel it; after a few minutes he walks away and I won't see him again for a couple months.
 
2004-10-23 11:05:56 PM  
Cheri Pi, i think you have a stray cat thats using you
 
2004-10-23 11:09:58 PM  
Not exactly scary, but Rod Serling enough for most people I've told: A few years ago, I was weekending at the home of a friend of a friend. He and his wife had just had their first kid, and there were baby toys all over the joint, one of which was a "Wrinkles the Dog" hand puppet that had one of those interactive voice chips. He'd say "Tickle my tummy" and laugh when you did, that sort of thing. Well, I thought the thing was a riot. I was constantly annoying everyone at the table with it, to the point when a friend of mine, in only partial mock-annoyance, started whacking the thing on the head with a rolled-up magazine. That is, until the puppet said: "STOP HITTING ME." And after a moment of rather stunned silence: "Was I a BAD DOG?" The kid's mom, slightly pale, looked at me and said: "I've never heard it say that before." I didn't mess with the pooch after that, figuring he was at least an acquaintance of "Talky Tina."
 
2004-10-23 11:10:40 PM  
Dare to watch this video all alone and in the dark?

http://www.ebaumsworld.com/ghosts.html
 
2004-10-23 11:11:21 PM  
One bright sunny day, in the dead of night,
Two dead boys began to fight,
Back to back, they faced each other,
Drew their swords and stabbed each other,
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
Drew his gun and stabbed the boys,
Now if you don't believe this lie is true,
Ask the blind man, he saw it too.
 
2004-10-23 11:12:00 PM  
I used to manage a movie theatre that at one point only had a baby monitor and lobby amera for security. Yes, that's sadness parts 1 and 2... Anyways, I upstairs one night counting the money and such whenever I realized that no ne had counted the stock in the concession stands. I looked at the camera feed and saw someone standing at register #1. I thought, "Hey it's Travis (my projectionist) I'll have him to count it. I got on the air phone and asked him to count the cnady. He kind of stood there slumped over like he was looking at the floor and didn't move. I asked him again..but he didn't move. Finally I was getting a bit miffed so I said, "Travis umm..hello??" Then he slowly looked up and then looked back at the floor.
Given that it was 3am I didn't want to wait any longer to count the stock. So I bolted down there to count the stock.
Funny enough Travis wasn't there. I counted the stock and closed house. As I started to cut the power off I heard Travis kinda of yelling from the projection booth. His slack arse had fallen asleep beside the projector.

Ok...so who was in the concession stand? To this day I don't know. It definately wasn't a customer. The last movie had let out hours ago. The only clue that I have to whom it was is that the land that the cinemas and the mall are located on used to be an old Southern plantation. To this day there are 15-16 tombstones kept neatly in front of the new food court.
 
2004-10-23 11:12:20 PM  
Aw, shoot. "shot each other".

Dammit.
 
2004-10-23 11:12:26 PM  
ok, ill just do a short little blurb of my experience.


i used to live in danville, kentucky..it was right near perryville, ky where there was a huge civil war battle. all the soldiers were shipped on over to danville - where our entire block of houses were once hospitals...all the houses were up to 200 years old.

we moved in..noticed things happening here and there. muffled running in the attic, cold spots, stuff falling, weird spots in photos - all that typical crap.

my sister, who was then in college, had a room that was on the left spire of the house. she'd stay there whenever she came back from college, and me being the annoying little sister that i was..i would camp out in a sleeping bag next to her bed because she was some supercool amazing sister. i just remember one night when i went in there and she was shivering in bed, reading a book, with 3 pairs of sweatpants, a couple sweatshirts, 2 or so pairs of socks, and some mittens..it was just freakishly cold in there and we never figured out why.

she didnt want to sleep in there anymore because she always got these odd dreams about these silhouettes of people above her bed....6+ men just standing and looking down on here...so she slept in the living room that was in the new part of the house.
my bro then took over the room - all the same stuff happened to him, so he moved out.

i wanted that room so damn bad, so i started moving stuff in. mom wanted to replace the carpet and repaint it, since it was semi-crappy, so she started redecorating. we found bullet holes all over the walls (later, around the house) and a huge blood stain that was right in front of the bay windows - where the bed was. that was where they performed amputations - and then thew the body parts out the window into a pile.. - we found arm bones and leg bones under a tree we were cutting down, which was right outside that window.

in the back yard we found the remains of an old stable, and a makeshift cemetary. dead animal bones were always found in the dirt basement, and later we noticed that all the floors were tilted in different ways..we found this out when i was playing with our cats one day. the cats toys kept rolling in different ways.


it was an odd place..i loved it though.
 
2004-10-23 11:16:17 PM  
this was just scary no ghosts, i lived in california in 1986 & called my family every week on wed. night.

On a monday night I had a nightmare that i was in my sisters car & we went over a cliff..

the next day tuesday, I was walking in Long Beach In california, this was way before cell phone days & my boyfriend had given me a calling card, which I never used.

I was disturbed so much by the dream that I went running over to a pay phone by a gas staion & called home In New York and My sister answered!!!

She was crying & upset because she got into a car accident the day before, she was ok but the car was messed up, at least ahe was all right, but It still freaks me out til this day :0
 
2004-10-23 11:20:38 PM  
not a very scary story when retold, but i remember the terror i felt...

my paternal grandparents died a few years before i was born. my grandfather, a veteran of WWII, and my grandmother, who kept all their love letters from during the war, were very much in love. my grandmother died not long after her husband from a broken heart, as we like to say. she died in her living room and after she died my parents moved in, and that's where they live now.

a couple of summers ago i was still living at home going to high school. i would stay up late and talk to my friends on the internet and play on the computer. so i'm sitting in the computer room at about 11:38 pm. my parents are dead asleep in bed, and i am in the back of the house (one story, three brs, pretty cozy) in the computer room (formerly my sister's room). and it's completely silent except for my typing. all of a sudden i hear someone walking through the kitchen with boots on, so it's a very distinct ka-thunk, ka-thunk on the linoleum. for a split second i think it might be my sister coming home from work, but then i remember she doesn't live here anymore. the "entity" or whatever it was, took two steps, then it sounded as if it took a half step to bring its back foot next to the other. then i hear a rustling of papers, and then it sounds as if it pivots its feet, and that's it. for five minutes i could not move. i thought there was a robber in my house or something, i was so freaked out. i figured maybe it was a cat sitting on a lopsided chair making this noise or something so i decided to investigate. i slowly peeked my head around the corner and noticed my big labrador mutt dog chloe soundly sleeping in the living room. i looked in my parents bedroom across the hall. still sleeping. i ever so slowly walked down my creaky hallway and looked in the living room and the kitchen. the light was on in the garage, and it almost looked like someone was standing on the other side of the door, but as i kept watching it, it didn't move. further investigation, all the while my heart feels like it's going to pound out of my chest, reveals a broom in front of the door. and no cats in the house (not allowed in the house during the night).

i woke up my parents as i'm crying my eyes out because i'm so relieved that there were no "bad guys" in the house. my dad said it was probably his father, who wore work boots all the time because he was a carpenter.

looking back, i am so glad that i wasn't in the living room. i probably would have fainted or screamed so hard!
 
2004-10-23 11:24:40 PM  
When I was 8, living in TN, stuff would fly around my room at night. I would run downstairs to my mom's room, and we could both hear it. Books, toys, clothes, all being thrown by no visible entity. 20 years later, and I will still ask my mom every once in a while to make sure it was real. Oh, and the stuff flying around the room happened a few times. We moved not too long after it started.
 
2004-10-23 11:26:51 PM  
Cheri Pie

Can I get some of what you're smoking?
 
2004-10-23 11:27:32 PM  
I spent a few weeks up in a little deserted town called Namu, on the British Columbia coast, just left of nowhere. The town was built on an ancient Native American (either Salish or Nootka, I can't remember)settlement that has been found to be over 1100 years old.

Being that there was only two of us living up there, in an almost abandoned town, we didn't have much fuel for power, and it was in March so it got dark, and cold early in the day. Usually, I would sit up after power was off, and play solitaire (real cards, no computers up there!) till late in the evening by candle light. While sitting there, when I was thinking about my cards, I would hear voices, in a language that I didn't know. When I would listen, they would vanish. I would go back to the game, and they would re-appear. Gave me the shivers... This went on for a couple of weeks.

Then, one day, a Native fishing boat pulled into port to say hi. Seems that the Grandfather of the skipper was on board, almost a hundred years of age. Turns out he was born in Namu, before us white guys took it over. When he saw me, he got all excited, and ran over too me. He started speaking in his native tongue, and I of course didn't understand him, so his Grandson came over to translate. After listening to his Grandfather, the Grandson had a puzzled look on his face, then a big smile. He said to me, "Grandfather says that the Spirits tell him that you are welcome here. The others aren't, but you are." I guess that I went very white, and I felt a very cold shiver run up and down my body. The Grandson continued, "Grandfather says that the Spirits tell him that you understand and respect the old ways and may stay in Namu as long as you wish." Needless to say, I was very freaked at this point, but very flattered as well. I thanked them both, and went and had a very stiff drink. For the next couple of weeks I continued to hear the voices late at night until I left Namu. I haven't heard them since, but I would be curious to go back up there and see if they are still around.

I will never forget the look and excitement in that old man's eyes when he saw me that day. Still gives me shivers when I think about it.
 
2004-10-23 11:27:50 PM  
20 years ago, I would throw stuff around in some yolkel's house in TN. It was friggin fun.
 
2004-10-23 11:29:59 PM  
Marlas_Cancer-

maybe Travis was a sleepwalker?
 
2004-10-23 11:30:03 PM  
The woman who owned the house before us had lived here since 1953. She fell down the stairs one day and lay there for a couple of hours until the postman noticed and got my neighbour to call 911. She died two days later in the hospital. We've owned the house for 9 years since then.

Incident # 1- On Halloween (I'm not kidding) night at about midnight (I'm still serious), my non-functional doorbell went off. I came up from downstairs thinking I was the victim of a prank. I opened the door and nobody was there. I tried the doorbell and it did not work. I went downstairs back to my PC and the doorbell rang again. Still thinking this was a prank I went to the door. Nobody there. So I grabbed a fake Samurai sword and went out the back door and down the driveway so I could just see my door but I was well hidden. I was going to scare these guys. I waited for about 10 minutes freezing my arse off, then I went back inside and grabbed a flashlight. I went into the living room where I could see the front door. I was going to shine the flashlight on these guys and scare the shiat out of them. The dog was beside me on the couch looking at the front door when the doorbell rang... while I was looking at the door... there was nobody there. I went outside and tested the doorbell again. That sucker would not work at all for me. The dog bolted under my daughters crib and wouldn't come out until morning.

Incedent #2 - I was downstairs when I heard something heavy falling down the stairs from the second floor to the first. I went upstairs and over my sleeping dog to see nothing out of the ordinary. My neighbours house and mine are attached and I thought that she had fallen down her stairs perhaps with her baby in her arms. I went next door and knocked. My neighbour opened the door like there was nothing wrong. I asked her if she was all right and explained that I heard something fall down the stairs. She said she was fine and had heard it also. She thought it was my dog running down the stairs. I agreed with her even though I know my dog was fast asleep nowhere near the stairs.

Freaky
 
2004-10-23 11:31:45 PM  
Cheri Pi-

not to sound insensitive, but how sure are you that your cat died?
 
2004-10-23 11:31:47 PM  
years ago, a girl named laura smithers disappeared.. i'm sure some of you remember her. it was a high profile case.. one night i dreamt i was on the phone with her and we called my mom to find out where laura's parents were.. my mom gave us a phone number to try, but they weren't there.. so laura gave my mom her phone number and address of where her parents could find her. the next day her body was found about ten miles away.. true story.
 
2004-10-23 11:36:42 PM  
Two stories for the price of one...My grandpa and great-grandma died within three months of each other, and my mom and I were cleaning my great-grandma's house out to get it ready to sell. We were in the kitchen and heard something fall in the bedroom on the other side of the house. I went to check it out and saw that a picture of my great-grandma and grandpa standing together at his military school graduation had fallen forward, facedown (it was one of those frames that stands on a table or something leaning on the little stand).

Other story: My friend and I are watching TV in his dorm room, and all of a sudden the TV changes to channel 2 (the remote was sitting on top of the TV). We changed it back and a few minutes later it changed back to channel 2. We kept putting it on the channel we were watching and it kept going to channel 2, sometimes within 5 seconds of changing it back. Later, we starded playing cards while listening to a CD on his stereo and then the stereo switched to the radio; then the radio stations started changing randomly. Not only had the stereo gone from CD to radio function, but the little knob thing that you use to change it, had moved on its own. Forgot to mention that our dorms were built on the old site of Jane Addams Hull House, which was moved down the block to accomodate the dorms.
 
2004-10-23 11:37:38 PM  
Just a quick note to the skeptics:
Look, I'm a skeptic too. I understand that ghost stories are quite probably all a simple combination of the mind's ability to imprint connections on unconnected occurrences, the general human instinct to believe, and coincidence.

Halloween's still my favourite holiday, though, because I love ghost stories and "haunted" things. Not to mention the free candy. Just because you don't truly believe doesn't mean you can't relax for a moment and enjoy the atmosphere.

So, please, any skeptics reading here - don't be a seagull (fly in, make a lot of noise, and crap all over everything). In the spirit of the holiday, let the ghosts and odd dreams and creepy occurrences remain undebunked. Just for a little while, okay?
 
2004-10-23 11:38:26 PM  
mk. Back when I was Married, lived in a trailer. Older couple lived there before us, you know the joke, somebody died in the trailer. Right.

3 AM or so, we're talking about it. Sitting at the kitchen table, wife facing hallway, I'm facing the other way. She jokes around. "If you're here, show yourself".

She looks down the hall, eyes freak out, turns pale. Insists she saw something, she wants too leave right this minute. Call my buddy a few trailers away, he's still up. Phone doesn't work-static and clicking noises. Wait a minute, try again. Same thing. She's freaking, we just leave. Phone was fine the next day. Never had any other phone problems. Odd.
 
2004-10-23 11:39:49 PM  
My brother was a student at the University of Michigan in 1985 living in one of the student ghetto apartments. When you walked up his stairwell you came to a landing with an apartment to the left, right, and directly in front. Needless to say, you could hear everything in the neighboring apartments due to the proximity of the doors.

One night in early December, three cop cars rolled up and started pounding on the center door. My bro spied out the peephole as the cops were yelling, "Sir, we need to talk to you about your call." Apparently, the student bombed a test and decided to call a friend saying that a double-barrel shotgun in his mouth would end his school misery. His friend called the cops who then proceeded to bust down the door, frantically drawing weapons as he greeted them with said shotgun loaded. My bro saw the cops halfway in the door and in the entry pointing and yelling at this guy to drop his weapon, and then BAM...he swallowed the barrel and succeeded in his threat. The blood shot all the way out to the hallway. The police report stated that when he pulled the trigger the recoil of the shotgun angled the blast up towards his nose...which was completely blown off his face as was the front of his skull.

Happy Halloween and final exams everyone! Muuuuhahahahahaaaa
 
2004-10-23 11:41:04 PM  
Not really that scary, but was very creepy feeling. While in Gettysburg a few years ago, I went to the battlefield and stayed until dark. Man, does it get creepy at dark there. There was just this feeling in the air of it being freezing in some spots, although it was june at the time. The thing that got me heading out of there was when I started seeing some things in the field, things that were little white orbs. I have some pictures somewhere, but I'd rather not look go get them, for there...is a face that can be made out in one. Creeps me out every time I think about it. Anyways, not that scary, but the cold spots and orbs can freak you out.
 
2004-10-23 11:43:36 PM  
Not scary but...when I was about 16 I had a saturday job. I was waiting for the bus home, and it was raining, so I took a short cut through the town hall where there was a "psychic fayre" going on (I should add, I am deeply cynical about this stuff!).

Up on the stage (which was also my route out of there) was a large crowd of people around a woman who was apparently channeling spirits, probably about 200 people there. I was behind her, and probably behind 20 people. The woman whipped around - "I feel a very strong presence". By the time she turned round I was still, but she picked me out.

She told me I had two people with me, a man and a woman, and that they were watching over me. I kind of nodded and smiled and went on to catch my bus. But when I got home, I told my mum what had happened and how this woman had described the people "with" me. It was a perfect description of my grandparents, who I had never met.

Cheri Pie - when our dog died, for a while I still saw her around the house too, though we never had "contact".

/actually bloody cynical about all this stuff.
//quite likes the idea she's being looked after.
 
2004-10-23 11:48:23 PM  
My friends and I went out to find a cool place to fool around with a Ouija board when I lived in El Paso. We ended up at an old abandoned park at the base of the Mountains. It's a place we used to go to smoke weed. Old dead trees no grass and completely unlit. We set up the ouija board in between the three of us and lit a couple of candles. We started out acting retarted asking to speak with Kurt Cobain's spirit. The board wasn't doing anything so we started asking real questions. We asked if there were any spirits there. (no I must admit it was probably one of my friends moving the pointer but they both swore they didn't) The pointer went to yes. We asked if we knew the spirit. The pointer went to yes again. We asked what it's name was. It went to R and we all thought of our friend Robert who had moved away and commited suicide shortly after the move. We then asked a question (I don't remember the exact question) that only Robert would know the answer to and it started pointing at gibberish. We then asked if the spirit was good or evil. The pointer went towards the E. It then jerked really hard and went to the S then the T then the O and as it moved close to the P we all jumped up and ran. I grabbed the pointer, and the others grabbed the board and one of the candles. On the way to the car one of us knocked over the other candle and it went out completely. We had to drive around in a circle and come back by the spot we used the board at and as we got close the candle that was completely out lit up again. We drove out towards the exit of the park and suddenly dozens of rabbits were running accross the road in front of us. There are always rabbits in the desert but I had never seen that many at one time in my life. I thought the car was going to be covered in blood and fur but when we got home the car was spotless. We decided to put the Ouija board in retirement. I am sure my friends could have moved the pointer but the candle relighting and all those rabbits were beyond explenation.
 
2004-10-23 11:49:49 PM  
11 years ago, a buddy and me were driving to the east coast. He had a new CD player boombox that started acting up during the trip, e.g. mostly the volume was fluctuating...louder, quieter, louder, etc. At some point - Ohio I think - we stopped to buy new batteries. This seemed to do the trick. Since we were taking turns at the wheel and being late at night, my buddy was sleeping in the backseat of the van before too long. The boombox was in the passenger seat with me. Before long, it started acting up again. Then, the CD starting skipping...and then jumping around to different songs. Then, it started selectively repeating lyrics over and over again - for instance, one that still sticks out in my mind was a song lyric that went "drive in the van all night" or something like that. Freaked me out because it kept playing that lyric again and again. At the same time, I was laughing out loud because I couldn't believe it. I was delirious. Then, as if that wasn't enough, the CD tray started opening and closing by itself - over and over. It had now been hours since these weird things began. THEN, it would open and close on my command. "Open." "Close." "Open." Now I was truly freaked out. I said, "If you're a demon - open." And it opened and I started praying. Right then, I hear laughter from the backseat. I have been the butt of jokes for a long long long time now.
 
2004-10-23 11:51:01 PM  
farkosaurus, I held my kitty in my arms as he died, so I'm pretty sure. He had feling leukemia, and had to be put down because his lymphatic system was leaking nasty stuff into his body cavity and suffocating him.

BeerNut, I do not use drugs of any kind, not even medicines. No, I don't even take aspirin. No drugs whatsoever.

Mr. Programmer I know it's not another cat using me because (1)He's sorta translucent in that ghost-y way and (2) The encounters always happen in either my bedroom or our living room, never outside. A stray cat couldn't get in and out of our house at will and (3)My cat had a very distinct way of crying; he was neutered very young, so his voice was a high-pitched kitten cry even when he was ten. Strays have a deeper meow, and louder.
 
2004-10-23 11:51:21 PM  
p.s. I forgot to mention, my buddy had a remote control for the boombox that I didn't know about - he was controlling everything the whole time.
 
2004-10-23 11:51:33 PM  
MyNameIsMofuga - the candle was evil and the rabbits were swamp gas. There is your explanation.
 
2004-10-23 11:51:55 PM  
A friend of our family recently bought a converted barn to hold art shows in. It has a stage in the middle of the barn with bleachers and a loft above that. When my family and I went to visit about a year ago, our family friend (David) wanted to take pictures of us in the barn. So we all stood on the bleachers and he took a couple of pictures and a few hours later, we left.

Two weeks later we get an email from David saying the pictures were developed.. and that they were very interesting. He had scanned them in and sent them as an attachment and in both pictures, you could see us all standing on the bleachers, but off to the side, there was this strange white fog. In the first picture, it was fairly small, but in the second picture, it was huge, and you could make out a cloak covering a skull (kinda like the grim reaper). Next time we went to visit him, we saw the actual pictures, and they were the same. He's never caught whatever it was on film again.

Another thing: When I was younger, I always thought my room was haunted. Doors would close without anyone closing them. If I had candles burning, the flame would stretch up and become very thin until it was really tall for no reason at all. And worst of all, I remember lying in bed one night on my back, and feeling hands clamp around my neck. I panicked and turned on the light, and still, the hands kept pressing tighter and tighter, so I got up and ran out of my room and up to my mother's room, and as soon as I stepped into her room, it went away. Freaky stuff.
 
2004-10-23 11:51:58 PM  
Just a couple of months ago, I woke up, stumbled into the kitchen, poured a cup of coffee, stumbled back into the bedroom, into the bathroom, and started my morning ablutions. My routine.

The minute I shoved a toothbrush into my mouth, the radio started yelling the morning show I wake up to, snooze alarm replay, and I walked back to my bed, brushing my teeth, and turned the radio off, and went back into the bathroom. While still brushing my teeth, and still half asleep, I heard a sound. I heard a little girl's voice, not really saying anything, just sort of sing song nonsense chatter.

I live alone in a quiet neighborhood. No other people in my house. At 6:00 am, it is deathly quiet, but for an occasional car driving by, or a dog barking at an early morning jogger. I know the sounds of my neighborhood, and I know the sounds I should hear in the morning. A little girl humming happily to herself is not a sound that I should hear in my house. I got chills, and felt a fear bordering on panic that put me on a hostile defensive.

I stepped into my bedroom and saw a little girl, most of her anyway. She looked to be about 8 or 9 years old, dark shoulder length hair, and she was only halfway there. A little girl is not a threat, so my hostility died. But, I was naked, and instinctively withdrew partially behind the wall that separated my bathroom from my bedroom, but I never took my eyes off her. She never changed expression, after making eye contact with me, she turned and started to move toward the door. She disappeared, faded away from the ground up, before she made the door, only about 4 feet away from where she was.

Actually, it wasn't really from the ground up, because she was wasn't all there, but it was like that.

She appeared again the next morning. I was dressed by then, and getting ready to leave, and had just gone back into the bedroom to turn off the lights, and when I turned around, she was was standing, sort of, right at the end of the hall , and she disappeared instantly.

She was never threatening, or in any way scary, other than she was there, and I had no frame of reference for this, and, frankly, she scared me just by being there. I do not rattle easily, but she rattled me to my core.

I did not believe in ghosts until I saw her.

I have not seen her since, and I am sort of disappointed. I think that maybe by being ready for her if she comes again, I might have driven her off. I am sorry for that.
 
2004-10-23 11:53:36 PM  
We had ghosts in our kitchen growing up. They were nice enough - they would be there just talking between 4 and 5 in the mornings.

Where we are now, we have ghosts - noisy and throwing things, but not at us and not doing any serious damage. We like them actually and holler at them and call them names and ask them to do the dishes as long as they are up...
 
2004-10-23 11:54:50 PM  
One freaky, one actually kinda fun:

1) One night when I was still in high school, I had a horrible about watching people commit mass-suicide. It was a very graphic nightmare. When I woke up the next morning, my parents told me that in the night, our neighbor had shot himself.

2) My freshman year of college, my radio would start playing music by itself. It wouldn't turn on by itself -- the speakers would just start playing music at a pretty good volume by themselves. I figured either they were really sensitive to some radio frequency in the area, or I had a ghost who loved Classic Rock.
 
2004-10-23 11:55:03 PM  
farkosaurus

I don't think it was him. He was all the way down at projector number 8 and would have had to have walked by my office and unlock the door to the stairwell to go downstairs. That door has a weighted security henge(sp) on it so when it closes there was always a loud slam. Even with the projectors running you could always hear the door closing.
 
2004-10-23 11:55:09 PM  
I'm with you, Cheri. I sometimes hear my dog who died in 1995. I just say hi to him and he stays silent for a while. I find it comforting that he's still around. I really loved that little guy.
 
2004-10-23 11:55:35 PM  
My wife and and her dad have lived in this house all their lives. When her dad died in '86 and we got the house,we were hearing bumping sounds from the living room where her dad died on the couch(long since replaced,of course). There have been a few times where lights have been turned on when we knew we left them off for the night,and some sounds like dishes being moved in the sink every once in a while.
 
2004-10-23 11:56:46 PM  
Not very scary or anything, except for me because I remember it all. But here goes:

When I was little my house was haunted. We would see crazy stuff all the time. And drawers and windows would open and close. And I had a little stuffed toy that would move around by itself. One night I woke up and looked in the hallway and there was a short person in a cloak there. I hid under the covers and broke into a cold sweat and stayed still and silent for like 5 hours til morning. We used to also see someone that looked like my mom. And lots of other stuff. One time my mom had been folding clothes and had them on the couch and she walked over to tend to something she was cooking and the couch and laundry basket burst into flame out of nowhere. Like all of it at once. We packed up our stuff and left. We had our priest at the time, Father Crowe, bless our house before we went back. The clothes were all burned up but nothing else seemed touched at all. All the disturbances stopped then. We had this painting of lions in the savanna there; I think the signature said Walker. Eventually we gave it to my uncle, who was living in this house I live in now. They started having weird things happen here too when they got it, so they had a blessing too and stopped it again. I had that painting hanging over my bed til they gave it away again.

Just figured I'd share :)
 
2004-10-23 11:56:53 PM  
cheri pie - it seems like people can get really attached to their pets. for me, it's my childhood pets that really stick with me. i had two pets die within two months of each other last summer before i went to college. they were my cat cutie who i had since i was six or seven, and my dog sadie who we had since i was four. to this day i have a constant recurring dream at least twice a month (that i can remember of course) of both of them alive and together and playing with me and sitting with me. i rarely ever dream of my other cat and my other dog, who are alive. i guess we just like to feel like they're still with us and there to comfort us.
 
2004-10-23 11:57:54 PM  
Damn microsoft word not cut-and-pasting hyphens or apostrophes.
 
2004-10-24 12:00:49 AM  
Lazer_ninja We did eat at Chico's tacos earlier that night.
 
2004-10-24 12:01:19 AM  
To this day there are 15-16 tombstones kept neatly in front of the new food court.

I've often been in a graveyard paying my respects thinking "some popcorn sounds good right now." =P
 
2004-10-24 12:02:06 AM  
My mom used to teach in this little grocery-store converted into an elementary school, and it always felt really creepy in there--especially in this one part of the building--you felt as though you were being watched. Also, you could feel shifts in air pressure or something randomly, and just in some spots.
So one day I was in the bathroom, I had just closed the stall door behind me, and I heard this breathing noise (mind you, not a ventillation noise or door noise that SOUNDED like breathing, it was most definately breathing). At first I'm a bit creeped out, but figure it is one of the students, so I say "Ha, ha. Very funny". The noise was definately coming from this one particular placed between the two sinks. The noise continues, and I look under the stall--There were no feet anywhere. Both of the other stalls were empty when I entered the bathroom, and I would have heard someone come in. I open the door and run as fast as I can out of that bathroom.
 
2004-10-24 12:05:42 AM  
brainkerchief
That reminded me of something that happened at work. Not really scary or anything, but really odd.

I do some video editing on my computer from time to time, and usually use headphones that I plug into the back of the computer. However, I also have some regular speakers that I sometimes (rarely) use. Anyway, twice I have heard what sounds like a CB radio (very much like garbled human voices with a fair amount of static, but definitely vocal) from these speakers. Both times they have been unplugged from my computer and unplugged from power. I know I'm not imagining it because other people were around and heard it one time. Also, the cables are pretty secure so they weren't temporarily bumped so they were touching something.

Just really odd.
 
2004-10-24 12:06:16 AM  
some popcorn sounds good right now.

I don't really have any good ones. Just enjoying everyone else's stories. Thanks ya'll.
 
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