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2008-10-31 04:10:34 PM  
@atomsmoosher

i know, i'm sorry, but I thought it qualified because I was totally terrified, and also a dumbass (which farkers appreciate).

my other one is this, it ends better:

In university my dorm room was in a a 19th century mansion converted into university residence. Stories about it included a female apparition that would appear if a woman was in trouble, a third floor poltergeist, and a basement where a rapist once hid and attacked a young girl while she went to change her laundry.

One night in November a bunch of us were sat in the big dorm room on the main floor having some beers. The doorbell rang, and I went to answer it, and an older lady, maybe 50ish in very normal clothes was there and said "hello, I'm here to meet some friends of mine." there were only 16 rooms in the place, and we were almost all in the dorm room just down the hall. "Who's that?" I asked. "Well, they're in the basement, can I just come in and see them?"
I was a little wary, because the administration drilled into us that under no circumstance should we let anyone in that we didn't know. So I went to get our Residence Don, and he arrived and she repeated the question, and he said so, there was no one downstairs. Finally, she admitted that "well, i'm not sure if they are in the basement yet, because you see, they're tunneling up from that building at the bottom of the hill."

The don and I looked at each other and he said "alright c'mon in we'll go check the basement for your friends." So the three of us went downstairs. She poked around for a bit then asked if we had a key to the locked storage room. The don opened it and she walked in, wandered around and started moving things that were blocking her view of the walls. We were pretty amused by the crazy lady, until she started pushing some big furniture that hadn't been moved in years, and was covered in dirt and dust and boxes of old books. The don said "that's enough" and she ignored us and kept on moving crap out of the way until she shoved aside some old sheets of wood or something and there in front of us dug into the wall was a crawl space sized tunnel that went through the foundation and about 6 feet into the dirt and stopped. She looked in, pulled a flashlight out of her pocket shone it down the hole and declared, "oh I guess they aren't here yet," and turned and left.

They added a new lock to the door so you couldn't open it from the inside and the staff answered all our questions with "oh she was probably just a little confused."
 
2008-10-31 04:10:50 PM  

aluwishus: One Girl Two Cups: aluwishus: I got cha where I want cha and now im gonna eat cha...

*golf clap*
good one!

Thank ya. I dont really eat boogers.... just for the record...



in that case I take it back!!!!
 
2008-10-31 04:11:43 PM  

JohDHJ:

Weird, my first apartment in Houston was near the Medical Center, and it was also a converted hospital. But... The oddest thing I ever heard was the steady "thump thump thump..." of the neighbors going at it.


Hmm... I think your old neighbors moved next door to me right before I moved out of Lofts at the Ballpark.
 
2008-10-31 04:12:16 PM  
My first night working at a movie theater, I saw a ghost in one of the empty theaters I was supposed to clean. (Stop reading here if you don't want a complete Tolstoy.)

I started working at the old theater three weeks ago, and one of my first jobs was to clean up Theater One after the crowd had left. I noticed someone was still there, though, so I waved, thinking it was just a person who hadn't left. It was a handsome guy, maybe early-twenties, in a sailor's uniform, the white kind like in old movies. Apart from being ever-so-slightly see-through, he seemed okay, and for a second I thought it was just some guy in a costume. (Then I really looked and got a bit nervous.) I wasn't extremely scared and he didn't seem very offputting, plus the other employees had warned me there were some spooky things in that old theater, so I waved again and went on with my sweeping, figuring the ghost would either do something, go away, or turn out to be a first-night prank on the new girl. (The theater was built sometime in the Thirties, so just about anything was possible.) The sailor started to wave back to me, but then stopped, as if he thought I was someone else. It looked like he was waiting for someone.

Finally, the third time I came back into that theater to clean (had to go get some Gum-Off and then more trash bags,) I finally got up the nerve to say "Hi" to the see-through sailor. So I did.

"...I'm sorry...have you seen a girl come in tonight by herself?"

"...I don't think so..."

"It's...it's my last night...she's late." All of a sudden, I stopped being quite so scared. Ghost or not, this guy had been stood up by some dumbass chick, and, being the sort of girl who's usually 'one of the guys,' I suppose I was more inclined to sympathize than get nervous over a little thing like sailor-guy's being perhaps a little more posthumous than my other friends. "She's supposed to come down from Mount Morris this evening."

Mount Morris is a town about ten or fifteen miles north of the place where my theater is, so I shrugged and gave Sailor Ghost a smile. "Maybe she got held up. The traffic on Nineteen is a biatchkitty this time of year."

"It wasn't too bad before..."

"Want me to look for her? What's she look like?"

"Oh, brown hair, pretty green eyes, glasses...kind of like you, actually. Her name's Jane."

I had just about finished sweeping, so I told the ghost I'd keep an eye out, and then I headed back to the box office to regale my co-workers with the nice ghost story. I was pretty pleased with myself, after all, seeing a ghost my first night and not losing my shiat over it -perhaps I would be seen as a particularly cool-headed employee.

Strangely enough, nobody else had ever seen a transparent sailor in Theater One. I shrugged it off and got ready to clean up after the Rocky Horror crowd in Theater Two. I've always been a bit scared of ghost stories, but for some reason the ghost in the theater really didn't bother me too much. I shrugged it off as my own goofy imagination and resigned it to the mental file of 'amusing anecdotes to tell Mom at brunch.'

The next Sunday, however, when I told my Mom and Grandma about the sailor, I didn't get quite the reaction I'd expected. Grandma, who is normally a badass's badass, the kind of older lady who drives a classic hot rod, posts on the Internet and is generally scared of nothing, went absolutely chalk white and then started to cry.

Now, my Grandma is rather tough, as previous posts of mine may indicate. She's a hip-flask-packing party girl who learned to smoke and drink at the age of six during the height of Prohibition. (She gave up cigarettes in the Sixties not due to cancer, but because a commercial struck her as anti-feminist.) I had only see her cry at family funerals, and even then, only after a bit of Scotch, so I was pretty damn freaked-out to see her crying.

And then I remembered...she went by her middle name when she was younger: Jane.

Long story short, my Grandma was once a coed at the same college I attend. She used to drive to classes from her parents' boardinghouse in Mount Morris. Her boyfriend of six months had dropped out of school to join the Navy after Pearl Harbor, and the night of their last date, she got a flat tire just outside of Star City. Another male student helped her with the tire, and after her sailor boyfriend was killed in the Pacific, her letters to the friend she had met that night (who was in the Army, European theater,) took a more romantic turn. The long and the short of it was that she had stood up the sailor the night she met my Grandfather.

As far as any of us can tell, the sailor only appeared to me because I look a hell of a lot like my Grandma did when she was my age.

I quit the theater. It's awkward enough running into your own exes. My former boss is thinking about re-running 'Casablanca' this year around Christmastime, though...maybe Grandma can finally make that date.
 
2008-10-31 04:12:38 PM  
I've never experienced any scary or unexplained occurrences, but my dad has.

My dad's a pretty skeptical person, but this is a story that he can't explain. It happened when he was in college. He had come back during one of his vacations. His bedroom was on the top floor (of the home my grand-dad built in India). One morning he woke up to hear a woman yelling and screaming. She was saying something like "Save my son, he's drowning". My dad ran over the balcony. Outside the compound wall of our house, facing away from his bedroom was a pond. There seemed to be someone in the pond, and a lady standing on bank of the pond yelling. My dad jumped down from the balcony, clambered over the wall and jumped into the pond. He was able to drag the person out but he could already tell that the person was dead.

The person that my dad dragged out of the pond actually turned out to be someone he knew. This guy actually lived close to my dad's house and everyone in the town (my hometown is really small, a village, actually) knew him. He was a friendly kid, but seemed to suffer from some form of autism. Apparently it turned out that he had gone to the pond to get some water for his mom. The pond has rock steps cut into the side and being the rainy season, the steps were slippery. He slipped and hit his head and was knocked unconscious. That was apparently how he drowned.

After all the formalities (police report and such), the death was ruled accidental. For many months after that, my dad said that when he went to bed and closed his eyes, he would see the image of the guy that died sitting at the foot of the bed, smiling at talking to him. The image didn't seem malevolent or anything. Then suddenly the images stopped. He never told anyone this was happening. After he came back on his next vacation, my aunt asked my dad if there was a ghost following him or anything. My dad laughed and asked her why she asked him that. Apparently, a few days after my dad had left this old lady had come up to their house. There are these people who roam about reading fortunes and the like. Kind of like gypsies, but not really. Anyway this lady goes up to my grandma and says that there is a spirit/ghost following my dad because of a sudden death. And that the spirit hadn't moved on to the next world. She recommended that my grandma perform a puja (sanskrit word meaning religious ritual) to exorcise the spirit. My grandma did so and my dad said that the day she performed the puja was the day he stopped seeing the image of the dead guy.
 
2008-10-31 04:14:01 PM  

dudebun: @atomsmoosher

i know, i'm sorry, but I thought it qualified because I was totally terrified, and also a dumbass (which farkers appreciate).


No, ya got me wrong. I thought yours was the best story yet. I great setup and a perfect comedic ending.
 
2008-10-31 04:17:40 PM  

Lord Dimwit:

I was born in Rosewood General Hospital.


Damn. Cool. I've had other people in the apartments say that they came to the hospital for various reasons before moving into the apartments that took over that area.
 
2008-10-31 04:20:09 PM  
Ok, my parents swear that this is true. When I was a newborn child and my parents were young, we lived in a small house out in the country. One night my mom awoke to the site of a woman sitting at the foot of their bed. She didn't appear ghostly, but more like a real woman. She was wearing a long flowing nightgown and had long wavy brown hair. It startled my mother but for some reason she couldn't seem to make much of a sound. The woman then proceeded to stand up and walk out of the room. My mother jumped up and quickly ran after her. The woman walked through my open nursery door and up to my crib. She reached down with one hand at let forth a ghostly giggle. My mom freaked and ran toward this woman who up and vanished, not dematerialized, simply vanished.
My mother quickly checked on me and instantly began to question her sanity. She accredited it to some sort of post pardom depression. A few nights later, it happened again, the exact same way. My mom than began to realize that she had something a little more supernatural on her hands. She wanted to tell my dad, but being the skeptic he was, she figured he would laugh it off and call her crazy. About a week later, my mother woke up to the sound of my dad jumping out of bed and quickly fleeing the room. She got up and gave chase after him, only to find him standing in my room with a very puzzled look on his face.
"You saw her didn't you?" my mother asked. My dad was quite frantic realizing what he had just seen. Weeks and months went by, and the woman still made appearances. My parents had long ago come to the conclusion that this woman had no intent of harming anyone, but seem to have a connection to me. As if she was a woman who had once lost a child and just loved spending the nights watching me sleep. A year had passed and parents decided to move out of the house(they were renting it). They needed something bigger because the were about to start trying for another child. A friend of my father's was looking for a place to rent, and decided to move into our vacant house. My parents never told him of the woman. One night, the man awoke to the woman in his bedroom, standing there, looking very confused and very sad. The man freaked out and ran out of the house. He grabbed a prybar and ran back in. The woman was gone, and to our knowledge has never been seen since. I still to this day, wake up in the middle of the night, feeling that someone is watching over me.
 
2008-10-31 04:22:53 PM  
Jonesy Boogieman
echo5juliet: ... passing through Amboy, CA. ... I will never know what would have happened to me had I gotten out of the car to check on the bodies or stopped my car closer to them. Somehow I do not think it would have been good. Sometimes real life can be scarier than a movie.

Man, this is the best story I've read yet. I can't imagine what I would've done in that situation. I'd probably hesitate at the 100 feet stop point before the "accident" trying to decide if I should see if they need help, or if I should go through and call from somewhere. And I imagine the 20 or so people in the tall grass would be slowly making their way towards me and my wife... shiat!


You can't imagine.. Rapidfire of hundreds of "what ifs" going through your head. I second guessed myself a dozen times. Being torn between being a Marine and wanting to help but having a gut feeling that something was wrong. The worst was feeling trapped. The road had no shoulder on either side and a quick u-turn was impossible. I would have had to perform a three point turn, including backuing up and I thought that if it were a setup that attempting the uturn would be risky.

Needless to say, I'd rather sit through a Saw movie marathon than go through that situation again. And being scared witless is broad daylight is weird too.
 
2008-10-31 04:31:51 PM  

echo5juliet: J

Your story is by far the best, because seriously...what the fark? Reminds me of that scene from "I Still Know What You Did Last Summer".
 
2008-10-31 04:34:28 PM  

El Farquistador: ...and then I woke up and she was cooking breakfast in the kitchen!!! Nooooooo!


You beat me to it.
 
2008-10-31 04:42:56 PM  
I am an extremely vivid dreamer. I average around 5 dreams a week and most of those I would consider lucid dreams. Now, having said that, I have never EVER had a dream where I was visited by a ghost. That is until three months ago.

The back story is too long to get into here, but basically, my 94 year old grandmother, whom I was extremely close with, died a few months ago. I had flown home to New Orleans to visit her during her last days in the hospital. As you could expect, it was extremely emotional for me and my family. One night, while my parents and I were leaving the hospital, I spoke to my grandmother in my head, telling her that I loved her and that I'd hoped she wasn't in any pain. I ended my thought with a request, asking for her to give me a sign if she could actually hear me in any way. As soon as I thought that, the parking lot light flickered. Now, obviously, you can explain that away easily as an electrical shortage. But, I chose to take it as her way of saying hello.

After returning to a Los Angeles a few days later, she passed in her sleep. Again, quite emotional. Finally, a few days later I was having a dream:

My wife and I were driving down the street in my car. Out of my side window, I noticed my family sitting together in the grass planting a small tree. It was my father, my mother, my sister and myself. Only, we were all about twenty years younger. I was six or so, etc. I turned to my wife and said "Kristen, look! It's my family!" She said, "Yeah, I know!" We kept driving and a little ways down the road, there was my family again. Only now, we were about ten years older than the first. Plus, the tree had grown a bit. I said, "There we are again! Only older!" A little further down, and there were the four of us as we are today standing by a bigger tree. And then just past that, I saw my grandmother. She was standing there, smiling and waving at us. She was looking right at us and waving. I said "There's granna!" And then I woke up in tears. I couldn't help crying. I'm a sensitive dude, but I've never EVER woken up in tears.

That morning, I called my mom on the way to work, describing my dream to her. She said it sounded like a lovely dream and that just the day before, she had sent me an envelope with pictures from my granna's apartment. Included in the envelope was an old family photo of the four of us, (I was six) sitting in a field near a tree.

/True story
//I love and miss you, Granna
 
2008-10-31 04:43:55 PM  

Dynascape: vernterv: BOO!!

...I got a new kitten and debated naming it "sally"

But realized I cant name animals after Farkers.

This has limited my options.



I just finished naming mine and it only took 6 months:

Black: Meconia (mother to the following)
Black: Rorschach
Gray & Brown: Clump
Tortoiseshell: Frito

Frito is like Meconia (a play on "meconium" pops), personality-wise, with corn in it.

Naming pets is difficult and should never be taken lightly.
 
2008-10-31 04:45:34 PM  

aluwishus: I got cha where I want cha and now im gonna eat cha...


I lol'd hard

water_man0: echo5juliet: J
Your story is by far the best, because seriously...what the fark? Reminds me of that scene from "I Still Know What You Did Last Summer".


I'd say more like The Hills Have Eyes
 
2008-10-31 04:50:07 PM  
Reposting this for those who wanted me to enable voting:

Not A Ghost Of A Chance (new window)
 
2008-10-31 04:55:00 PM  
My story:
I'll preface this with: I am a huge skeptic and when it comes to religious "flavor" I identify myself as a Discordian/FSM devotee, ironically of course. or not? :)

Anyway, 10 years ago, when my husband and I were 17, I got into a huge fight with my parents because our water and heat was shut off, and I was not going to stay in a janky ass house and not be able to bathe, and be cold.
We were poor okay, STFU.
I went to stay at my boyfriend's(now husband) parents house. This was a week before Christmas 1998. Every night when I came home from work, I would see a blue light coming from next to their bathroom door and next to my husbands sister's room. My boyfriend was still at work, and I was hanging out with his siblings. I started seeing the blue light more frequently, and then saw a young child in the light, bathed in blue. He would stand there and point at the sister's room. My husbands sister was 12 years old at the time, and autistic. She also saw the "blue baby" I would make my brother in law, or sister in law go upstairs with me and stand outside the bathroom, I was so freaked out. Nobody knew what the hell was going on, and thought that me and Krissy were lying.
2 days before Christmas, at 5 o'clock in the morning, I woke up to my father in law screaming "FIRE! GET OUT" The whole house was on fire. In the confusion, my husband jumped out a window, but me and his brother ran down the stairs and out to the front door. The door handle was so hot that Joey burnt his hand unlocking it. I got outside and Butch(my hubby)'s mom was on the roof, and Butch's dad and sister were no where to be found. The firefighters restrained us and would not let us in to get them. I also was butt naked with a sheet, in the middle of winter. They make me and Butch and Joey get into the ambulance. We get to the hospital and the doctors tell us that Butch's dad is about 75% 2nd and 3rd degree burns down his back, and that Krissy is dead. What happened was he grabbed Krissy at the top of the stairs and she would not go anywhere, she was so freaked out. So he picked her up and tried to run down the stairs with her. A bookcase collapsed on them. The firefighters saw Butch's dad first, and got him out. They went back inside and could not find Krissy. 15 minutes later, they found her under the bookcase dead. 12 farking years old, autistic, and so smart she was about to be promoted from 6th grade special ed to 8th grade advanced school. Then she is farking killed senselessly.
I spent a week in the hospital for smoke inhalation, Joey spent as long treated for burns on his hands, Butch's mom had to sedated, as she had an understandable complete emotional breakdown. Butch's dad spent 3 months in the hospital, treated for burns down his entire back and legs. He had to have skin grafts taken from donor sites all over his body. He was in a medically induced coma for 3 weeks after the fire. I was there when we told him that Krissy was dead. He said he knew, and that she came to him many times when he was in the coma.

A family friend went inside the house 2 days after the fire and saw the "blue baby" in the kitchen near where the stove was. The fire inspector ruled the fire as accidental, and that the gas stove blew up.
How in the hell do I make any sense of that???

As crappy as this situation was, it made me very close to Butch's family. We got married 6 years ago, have been together for 11. Butch's mom and dad say I am not just an inlaw, but I am their daughter now too.
 
2008-10-31 04:55:21 PM  
Grew up in a "haunted house" in the big city of Pooler, Georgia (out side Savannah). For any of you who know the area, this was before the interstate came through so it was a tiny, tiny town with 4 cops on duty and a Tastee Freeze to eat at. Nothing else.

The house was 100 years old when I lived there and before it was built it the maids quaters for the old plantation in the area sat in the same spot.

Often times the radio and tv would come on and go off by themselves, lights would flicker, and doors would open and close. Pretty normal around the house. We just lived with it.

The most interesting time was when we left for a week. My dad took us to Indiana for some reason or another and when we got back my desk was pushed against my door. It took a while, but once we got the door open we realized there was no one in the room, which should have been impossible because the windows were nailed shut and the desk was blocking the door (had to knock the desk over to get in).
 
2008-10-31 04:57:09 PM  
Now, I dont really have any ghost experiences, but something that always creeped me out is something that happens to me occasionally. It's like Deja vu, sort of. Instead of remembering something that happened a while ago thats almost exactly like whats going on now and going "oh hey, deja vu!", its like having memories of doing something before you do it. Example: In my last year of high school, I took a advanced calc class (trying for college credits, blew up in my face, a story for another time). I had the deja vu feeling in the middle of one of the teachers lectures. A really intense feeling of "This has happened before". Might not sound creepy to you, but it feels weird each time
/Cant describe it right
//Cant wait for the "John dies at the end" thing at midnight
 
2008-10-31 04:58:45 PM  
Not particularly scary, but worth a shot...

My friend's two year old will occasionally talk to the corner of his room. When asked who he's talking to, he invariably says "The Man." Once when I was visiting, he began to wave at the to the living room, where no one was sitting.
"Hey, who are you waving to?"
"The Man!" His mother does NOT like this answer and says "Honey, there's no one there!"
When I asked if the Man were nice, he emphatically said "NO!"
Then we changed the subject.

Not nearly as scary as some of these, so no voting.
 
2008-10-31 04:59:18 PM  

beefjerky: Huskadoodle: beefjerky: Fail

*middle finger*

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Right back at ya


I believe this is what you were looking for:


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2008-10-31 05:08:11 PM  
Ok I've got 2 one to prove sometimes its all in your head and one to prove that sometimes its not:

My husband told me a story about when he had just turned ten he noticed one night a glowing green orb that he could see just outside his bedroom window when he was laying in bed. The first night he noticed it was halloween night so of course it creeped him out the next night it was still there and he started getting really worried. By the third night he literally couldn't fall asleep this light outside the window was scaring him so badly so he called his mom in. She flipped on the light to the bedroom and they got up and looked out the window. Of course there was nothing there. She left turned off the light and told him to go to sleep and stopping being such a baby. As soon as she left the light came back. he spent most of the night petrified just staring at this odd green light until aroun 3 in the morning when his cat jumped up on the window sill and noticed that the light was very faint but he could just make out a circle of green light on the cat. That's when he put two and two together.

His birthday is on the 29th of October. He got a clock radio as one of his presents and it had a green glow in the dark clock face on it. The light from this was reflecting in the window and causing the mysterious glowing green orb to appear out of his window. Unless of course the lights in the room are on becdause then its too dim to be scene hence why his mom thought he was crazy. So scary mystery solved.

I'll put part two in the next post
 
2008-10-31 05:09:06 PM  

madcan34: I got a rock


sweet.

/i have a signed document.
 
2008-10-31 05:09:13 PM  
Does ANYBODY remember the old cable boxes, they were a pale yellow-ish color and there was a white dial that zipped left and right from 0 to 99, manually, so there was no remote, you'd have to get up and zip the channel to change it? (and the TV itself was always set to channel 3?) It looked vaguely like a keyboard (the musical kind) with the white dial. I tried to GIS for these damn things but nothing comes up!

Anyway, when you slid it across the numbers to get what channel you wanted, it made a zzzzzzzzzip sound, like running a coin across a washboard.

Well, we had one of those on our downstairs TV back in the '90s, and my dad never told us this when we were kids, but he said on several occasions, in the middle of the night, he'd wake up (upstairs) and swear he could hear the sound of it downstairs zipping left and right repeatedly, then stop after a few seconds of it.

I know, cable boxes aren't exactly a scary subject, but that's what happened.
 
2008-10-31 05:15:03 PM  
It was a dark evening. The woman was heading home on unfamiliar roads. Her husband, the businessman was probably waiting at home, angry that his dinner wasn't ready. He boyfriend, the artist, was miles behind but their romantic interlude was still fresh in her mind.

She had to get home. Make up a dinner and a story about where she was. What did he care? He was all business and golf anyways. It was even money that he would stroke out in the conference room or the golf course. On that day, things would finally be perfect.

Maybe a house on the beach with her boyfriend the artist. Maybe no steady boyfriend, you know? No strings ever.

She cursed to herself that she had taken this unfamiliar road. It should cut the commute down but she had never driven it before. As she came around a corner, the headlights picked up a guy standing on the side of the road. A hitchhiker. Some bum with matted hair and a cardboard sign. As her headlights lit him up, he raised the sign and yelled "Ride? Ride Please?"

She drove on. Moments later, she rounded a corner and there was another hitchiker. Strange, he looked like the first one. Same matted hair, raincoat and a big cardboard sign. She made eye contact with the guy. His eyes lit up. "Ride Lady? Hey!" She locked the doors and drove on. Weird two hitchhikers who looked almost exactly the same.

She rounded a corner and there was yet another hitchhiker. What is going on, she thought. She looked at this one. He looked exactly like the first two. This one though started to laugh. A menacing, loud laugh. She drove on. She was getting scared.

She rounded a corner and there HE was again. The same guy. The hitchhiker with the matted hair and the rain coat and the huge cardboard sign. He was laughing just like the last one but now he pointed at her! Laughing at her. His eyes glowed, glowed in her headlights.

She drove on faster. Wishing she had never taken this route. She almost expected to see the hitchhiker as she rounded the corner and of course, there he was. Laughing and pointing yelling out between laughs "Lady! Lady!" Like a sick parrot.

She drove on. Around the next corner. Now she expected it. A hitchhiker. There he was. He was on his knees laughing. The sign was gone. Laughing and pointing at her. Would this madness never end?

Then she realized she had been going around in circles on a roundabout and she was blond. She took an exit, got home and bought some stuff on line.

But then something scary happened. He husband came home and announced he had signed Wanda Sykes to four different hour long sitcoms that would broadcast on all four networks simultaneously. And they'll never cancel them.
 
2008-10-31 05:17:03 PM  

echo5juliet: Jonesy Boogieman
echo5juliet: ... passing through Amboy, CA. ... I will never know what would have happened to me had I gotten out of the car to check on the bodies or stopped my car closer to them. Somehow I do not think it would have been good. Sometimes real life can be scarier than a movie.

Man, this is the best story I've read yet. I can't imagine what I would've done in that situation. I'd probably hesitate at the 100 feet stop point before the "accident" trying to decide if I should see if they need help, or if I should go through and call from somewhere. And I imagine the 20 or so people in the tall grass would be slowly making their way towards me and my wife... shiat!

You can't imagine.. Rapidfire of hundreds of "what ifs" going through your head. I second guessed myself a dozen times. Being torn between being a Marine and wanting to help but having a gut feeling that something was wrong. The worst was feeling trapped. The road had no shoulder on either side and a quick u-turn was impossible. I would have had to perform a three point turn, including backuing up and I thought that if it were a setup that attempting the uturn would be risky.

Needless to say, I'd rather sit through a Saw movie marathon than go through that situation again. And being scared witless is broad daylight is weird too.


Did you stop after passing the "accident" to test and see if it was a trap/ambush, or because you second guessed yourself and thought about going back to check on them?

Man, good thing your instincts were with you that day. And thank God for your training, because otherwise the good Samaritan role might have overpowered the gut feelings.

To think these kinds of scenarios can happen at home is terrifying. Did you report it (description of the car and "bodies", license plate, etc)? I don't know if I'd get many details, trying to get through without driving on someone or getting ambushed... damn man.
 
2008-10-31 05:27:28 PM  
on to part 2 of the story:

My husband and I met in college and spring break of our junior year we decided to head down to his house for Spring Break along with one of his fraternity brothers. It was a really good time and we'd go out on his back porch at night to drink/smoke. We went out one of the first nights we where there and noticed an absolutely beutiful moon dog which for is kind of like a reflective halo that forms around the full moon when conditions are just right. The next night we planned to go out to see if we could see it again. My husdand and I were heading out his garage door when we talked to his friend who said he'd be out in a second after he went to the bathroom. We stepped out of the garage door and it was pitch black. It so dark we could barely see where we were going to get around to the back of his house. Which when we looked back on ti didn't make any sense it was a full moon that night after all. We got about halfway to the back porch and I was too scared to keep going. It just felt absolutely terrifying to keep going like there was something waiting for us. My husband was also really freaked out and we just kind of looked at each other and ran back to the garage without saying anything. I'd say from the time we stepped out side till we ran back inside was maybe a minute at most. Once we got back in we sort of laughed about it and went to tell his friend what had happened. The problem was we couldn't find him to tell him. We ended up heading upstairs to see if he went to up there for some reason and found him asleep in one of the rooms. He had no idea how he got there and we had no clue how he could go from the bathroom to the upstairs bedroom and fall asleep so damn fast. It was at this point we noticed that we'd been gone for around 30 minutes. To this day we don't talk about it much it creeps us out so bad.
 
2008-10-31 05:36:38 PM  

devil in a blue dress: I would often use this bathroom in a friend's dorm that always gave me a creepy vibe. I attributed it to bad lighting, water gurgling in the pipes, etc.

Except one time I was in a stall, heard the door open, and saw, through the crack in the stall, a girl walk in wearing a blue bathrobe and pink towel wrapped around her head. Almost immediately after I flushed and exited the stall, and no one was there but me. I was freaked out enough I pulled back all the shower curtains to make sure.

I don't use that bathroom anymore.


Then shouldn't your name be devil in a blue bathrobe?
 
2008-10-31 05:36:46 PM  

angry bunny: on to part 2 of the story:

My husband and I met in college and spring break of our junior year we decided to head down to his house for Spring Break along with one of his fraternity brothers. It was a really good time and we'd go out on his back porch at night to drink/smoke. We went out one of the first nights we where there and noticed an absolutely beutiful moon dog which for is kind of like a reflective halo that forms around the full moon when conditions are just right. The next night we planned to go out to see if we could see it again. My husdand and I were heading out his garage door when we talked to his friend who said he'd be out in a second after he went to the bathroom. We stepped out of the garage door and it was pitch black. It so dark we could barely see where we were going to get around to the back of his house. Which when we looked back on ti didn't make any sense it was a full moon that night after all. We got about halfway to the back porch and I was too scared to keep going. It just felt absolutely terrifying to keep going like there was something waiting for us. My husband was also really freaked out and we just kind of looked at each other and ran back to the garage without saying anything. I'd say from the time we stepped out side till we ran back inside was maybe a minute at most. Once we got back in we sort of laughed about it and went to tell his friend what had happened. The problem was we couldn't find him to tell him. We ended up heading upstairs to see if he went to up there for some reason and found him asleep in one of the rooms. He had no idea how he got there and we had no clue how he could go from the bathroom to the upstairs bedroom and fall asleep so damn fast. It was at this point we noticed that we'd been gone for around 30 minutes. To this day we don't talk about it much it creeps us out so bad.


I think I found your problem...
 
2008-10-31 05:38:03 PM  

gunga galunga, that made me chuckle. Well played.

ophilye: I get that sometimes.. it's as though the cell phone lines get switched or something.. I get that when calling my husbands phone. It seems to ring & connect.. but I'm actually listening to someone elses cell phone. It's not even completely a call that was answered, but I can hear people's voices, and can never make out what is actually said.
Not real freaked out about it though.. it sounds the same as my dads work phone: Even though he has 2 lines, when he puts me on hold to answer the other line, I can hear their voices.


I once had a dream that went a lot like that. I was on a pay phone, and somehow I got tied into a conversation between two friends. I tried to talk to them, to the point where I was yelling desperately into the phone, but they couldn't hear me... at least until one of them said something like that, "Wait, did you hear that? Who's there?" At that point, something either zapped me or otherwise ripped the phone out of my hand, and I got the impression (the kind of impression you get only in dreams) that I did not belong on that call, and something was making sure I got off it. The dream pretty much ended there.

I have this weird fear of disembodied voices, which probably had something to do with that dream. The fear only manifests itself in certain circumstances, though. I have no trouble listening to the radio, and while I don't like talking on the phone in general, it's not because I'm actually afraid of the voice I hear on the line. But, occasionally my roommate and his mother will be in the house together yet still talk to each other on cell phones. I'll hear the "real" voice on one side of the house, followed by the echo-y "phone" voice on the other side of the house. I don't know why, but that really makes my skin crawl.

ruromastyx1: I don't believe in ghosts and it was more than likely a dream but once again my friend had come back when i needed him most, one last time.


Shoot, now there's something in my eye...
 
2008-10-31 05:40:01 PM  
Late to the thread.
Back in my youth, my favorite pastime was scouring old abandoned houses for collectible beer cans and glass bottles and whatnot.
One day, I drove by an old house that was falling in on itself.
I pulled over and walked into the yard...and my jaw dropped. It was a treasure trove of old soda bottles from the Fifties.
I grabbed an old bucket and stated loading up.
I finally realized there was more stuff in the house. As I walked in on the old creaky floors, I felt I was being watched.
The roof had collapsed, as had most of the floors. As I carefully went down the main hall, there was an old curio cabinet full of old, rare collectible toys.
Jackpot.
I was opening the curio when I had the feeling of being watched again. I turned around, and there was a huge cat staring at me from one of the reasonably intact rooms.
I was somewhat relieved that the cat was causing these feelings, when all of a sudden the cat hauled ass, and from out of that room came a deep voice that raised its volume in anger and said, "I don't care, take it all, take everything."
It caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand straight up.
I dropped my bucket and hauled ass.I was glad that the car started on the first try. I peeled out of the old driveway in a spray of gravel.
Never went back.
 
2008-10-31 05:40:41 PM  
Ooooh...thought of another story to tell...not really supernatural but scary anyways.

My friend's boyfriend regularly hitchhiked (not the smartest thing I think, but it never bothered him). One night, he was trying to hitch a ride back into town (he was only about a 10 min drive out of town on the highway). It was a divided highway and he watched as this car passed him on the opposite side (he had this thumb out)...a little ways down, the car on the opposite side veered across the lanes and the grass meridian so he was on the side of my guy and headed straight towards him. Well, her boyfriend was terrified, he was in on the highway in the middle of open prairie and there was nowhere to run or hide. All of a sudden, another car passed this creepy car, pulled up beside him and ordered him to get in the car. The driver had a feeling my friend's guy was in danger.

He has never hitchhiked again and said that he honestly thought he was going to die until that guy pulled up and saved him.
 
2008-10-31 05:44:13 PM  
After a work christmas party, my girlfriend and I went back up to the hotel room, both a little drunk (okay i was drunk). So we are lying in bed watching this crappy infomercial that was selling CD's packed with horrible songs and we were mocking every song that was shown. My girlfriend being tone deaf starts to try to sing one of the songs and it was way off pitch. So joking around I said "No, its this tone Meeeee, Meeeee" (like from the do-re-me) So I was doing this for about 10 seconds and she tried and couldnt hit the note and we both started lauging.About 20 seconds after the giggles stoped, we heard a "Meeeee, Meeee, Meeee" in the exact same pitch I was doing it in and it sounded like it was in our room. We both paused and I say "Did you hear that?" and of course she did and we just laid there silent for about 30 seconds to see if it would happen again which it didnt. I remember being drunk and scared and saying "If I wasnt so drunk I would be pissing my pants right now." I tried to say it was someone walking by but it sounded like it was 3 feet away from us and was the exact same pitch as when I did, like "it" was mimicking me....creepy.
 
2008-10-31 05:55:52 PM  
This is more creepy than scary. My senior year of high school we went to visit my grandparents during winter break. The morning that we were to leave, I had a horrible feeling that I did not want to go. I had always been sad to leave. I loved them and their house, and no one likes to come home from vacation. This time was different. I literally felt sick. As we drove away from their house, I turned back to see my grandparents standing on the sidewalk. We waved to each other until we were out of sight. Long after we drove away I couldn't help looking back. I felt like I needed to see them, to make sure they were still there. The feeling of sickness persisted even at the airport. Long story short, I never saw my grandmother again. She died two months later.

/yeah it's lame
//still one of the top few bad experiences of my life
 
2008-10-31 05:56:51 PM  

rhondajeremy: Ooooh...thought of another story to tell...not really supernatural but scary anyways.

My friend's boyfriend regularly hitchhiked (not the smartest thing I think, but it never bothered him). One night, he was trying to hitch a ride back into town (he was only about a 10 min drive out of town on the highway). It was a divided highway and he watched as this car passed him on the opposite side (he had this thumb out)...a little ways down, the car on the opposite side veered across the lanes and the grass meridian so he was on the side of my guy and headed straight towards him. Well, her boyfriend was terrified, he was in on the highway in the middle of open prairie and there was nowhere to run or hide. All of a sudden, another car passed this creepy car, pulled up beside him and ordered him to get in the car. The driver had a feeling my friend's guy was in danger.

He has never hitchhiked again and said that he honestly thought he was going to die until that guy pulled up and saved him.


Fellow Edmontonian here. I wonder if the creepy car was going to abduct him? There have been a few cases where people get into stranger's cars and end up dead in and around Edmonton. Was this on Manning by any chance?
 
2008-10-31 05:57:32 PM  
I'm not much for storytelling but here goes.

I think I was about 11 or 12 years old. I was at my grandparents farm during a holiday. My older cousins wanted to check out a condemned house at the end of the road, so I joined them.

To set the scene, this is in the middle of nowhere, we walked 2 miles down a gravel road with no lights, save a single flashlight, and corn fields all around us.

The house was in pretty bad shape: paper and garbage covered the ground and vines and plants were growing through the floor in places. That was the living room/kitchen area. We found a degree from a local community college on the floor with what looked like blood smeared on it.

The first room we entered had shelves (some still standing, many were in shambles) with different animals in jars embalmed in liquid. Many were broken, my oldest cousin stepped on one and it popped like a water balloon.

There was a room that looked like it had once been a baby's nursery complete with creepy porcelain dolls with the paint chipping off their faces. I heard what sounded like a baby's cry. I commented on this but no one believed me. I told them I wanted to leave, they said "then leave". So I walked the 2 miles down the road by myself in the dark without a flashlight and nothing but acres of corn surrounding me.

My cousin told me years later that he thought he heard the baby cries as well.
 
2008-10-31 06:07:03 PM  
I have a few stories, which I may have told on a previous thread here during another Halloween -- I really don't remember. I pretty much never post here to begin with, I'm a bonafide lurker.

But I'll tell this one now.

Back in the early 80's, my mother, my Aunt Donna, and two of my brothers (Jason and Steve) went to visit a woman named Adele Tinning (new window). Adele was a renowned medium and "table tipper", meaning she would place her hands palm down over her kitchen table, and the table would lift beneath them. She would channel spirits this way, using the table to communicate by letting the spirit lift the table and then tapping its legs back down... usually one tap signalling yes, and two signalling no (I've not done much research on Adele myself, so this is all coming from my aunt's recollection).

So from what I understand, during this session Adele channeled the spirit of my brothers' father for a little bit, who died when Jason was still in the womb, at only twenty-two years of age. This choked my mother up, and so they moved on and let the spirit of my grandfather through.

As you can see in the pictures below, there was limited room around the table, so Jason was seated in the doorway leading out of the breakfast nook where the table was in an extra chair. During the channeling of my grandfather, Jason spoke up to say that although he was very young when Grandpa passed, he had some vague recollections of sitting in his lap eating red-stained pistachios, while Grandpa let him steal small sips of his beer.

I don't have a picture of what happened next, unfortunately (though you can see in the latter photo that the table is definitely NOT resting on the ground as it should be)... but there is audio tape I have listened to where you can hear the whole thing happen. The table lifted itself up so far on Adele's side that she had to take her hands off of it, and she and my mother scooted their chairs away as the table moved on two legs towards Jason in the doorway. He immediately freaked out and put his hands up, but it didn't get quite close enough for him to touch it. It just swayed there slightly on its two legs, with the top of the table now facing my brothers held-up hands. He says that he will never, ever forget the sound of Adele's voice (since he couldn't see her then, as the table was blocking his view of her):

"Your grandfather remembers. He's giving you a hug."

Now, seeing as I was about three at the time, I'll never be able to completely buy that this happened since I didn't see it with my own eyes. But... but... my family don't suffer no fools. And that table is definitely lifted off the ground in that photo.

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2008-10-31 06:07:49 PM  
Hmmm, not really a creepy story but in context it's scary.

I was out walking our four dogs at the time in Lockwood, Montana. I went onto a ranch with a large butte and set the dogs loose, while climbing the trail to the top of the butte and sitting on its edge. Watching the dogs 500 feet below me, I grabbed a small bottle of whiskey and a smoke, and began to read a book while the dogs ran around and rolled in horse poop, as they liked to do.

As i wasn't really paying attenion, suddenly i felt something rubbing my right shoulder. At first i thought it was a dog, but, it was purring, loud. I turned my head to see. It was a big grizzled old mountain lion! Rubbing me and purring!

I froze.

It just turned around and sauntered off into the brush.

"Holy crap", I thought.

Whether it was the fear or the adrenelin or a stroke or something to do with the whiskey or cigarette or the weird book I was reading, something really weird happened.

"Curt!", a voice says from nowhere.

"What!?", I replied.

"Cuuuurrrttt!"

"WHAT!?"

"I amde a mistake, we have to be put back together," the voice said.

Then I got hit by a white beam of light and saw the darned universe. It was frickin' gawd itself, the likes of which i get the impression is a science geek in another universe that made a mistake making this one in a botched experiment, and if we can't get put back together we fade into nothingness and oblivion.

It wanted me to pass on this message. At first I refused and my life has been cursed ever since.

There is nothing scarier than seeing gawd itself, nothing.
 
2008-10-31 06:09:11 PM  

anvilhead: 100% true story.


Jesus christ, dude. Some of these stories give me the heeby-jeebies, but yours makes me feel an almost overwhelming sense of sadness, dread, and empathy. Like I can envision the sense of loss and hear her voice in my head. That's terrible.
 
2008-10-31 06:11:49 PM  

CrazyCurt: Hmmm, not really a creepy story but in context it's scary.

I was out walking our four dogs at the time in Lockwood, Montana. I went onto a ranch with a large butte and set the dogs loose, while climbing the trail to the top of the butte and sitting on its edge. Watching the dogs 500 feet below me, I grabbed a small bottle of whiskey and a smoke, and began to read a book while the dogs ran around and rolled in horse poop, as they liked to do.

As i wasn't really paying attenion, suddenly i felt something rubbing my right shoulder. At first i thought it was a dog, but, it was purring, loud. I turned my head to see. It was a big grizzled old mountain lion! Rubbing me and purring!

I froze.

It just turned around and sauntered off into the brush.

"Holy crap", I thought.

Whether it was the fear or the adrenelin or a stroke or something to do with the whiskey or cigarette or the weird book I was reading, something really weird happened.

"Curt!", a voice says from nowhere.

"What!?", I replied.

"Cuuuurrrttt!"

"WHAT!?"

"I amde a mistake, we have to be put back together," the voice said.

Then I got hit by a white beam of light and saw the darned universe. It was frickin' gawd itself, the likes of which i get the impression is a science geek in another universe that made a mistake making this one in a botched experiment, and if we can't get put back together we fade into nothingness and oblivion.

It wanted me to pass on this message. At first I refused and my life has been cursed ever since.

There is nothing scarier than seeing gawd itself, nothing.


That's CRAZY!!!
 
2008-10-31 06:13:14 PM  
not a scary story really but a creepy pic.

My sister recently bought a 100 year old house and the original owners apparently had their child's images imprinted onto a tile in the entry way.

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Oh and yes, the eyes do follow you wherever you go.
 
2008-10-31 06:15:02 PM  
I know it's cool to hate "The Blair Witch Project" but...
I was backpacking in the eastern Sierra Nevada a few weeks ago and somewhere around 2am I awoke in my tent to the sound of someTHING rhythmically smacking two rocks together. It sounded about 100 yards away. It went on for about 20 seconds (which is an ETERNITY in a tent in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere) then stopped, then started for another 15 to 20 seconds. Took a few hours for me to get fully back to sleep.
 
2008-10-31 06:27:17 PM  

cheesepreeness: I know it's cool to hate "The Blair Witch Project" but...
I was backpacking in the eastern Sierra Nevada a few weeks ago and somewhere around 2am I awoke in my tent to the sound of someTHING rhythmically smacking two rocks together. It sounded about 100 yards away. It went on for about 20 seconds (which is an ETERNITY in a tent in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere) then stopped, then started for another 15 to 20 seconds. Took a few hours for me to get fully back to sleep.


Are there armadillos there? I heard from someone that they can make all sorts of racket when rooting for food.
 
2008-10-31 06:29:41 PM  

meat0918: Are there armadillos there? I heard from someone that they can make all sorts of racket when rooting for food.


Nope. No armadillos up there.
 
2008-10-31 06:46:10 PM  

Jonesy Boogieman: rhondajeremy: Ooooh...thought of another story to tell...not really supernatural but scary anyways.

My friend's boyfriend regularly hitchhiked (not the smartest thing I think, but it never bothered him). One night, he was trying to hitch a ride back into town (he was only about a 10 min drive out of town on the highway). It was a divided highway and he watched as this car passed him on the opposite side (he had this thumb out)...a little ways down, the car on the opposite side veered across the lanes and the grass meridian so he was on the side of my guy and headed straight towards him. Well, her boyfriend was terrified, he was in on the highway in the middle of open prairie and there was nowhere to run or hide. All of a sudden, another car passed this creepy car, pulled up beside him and ordered him to get in the car. The driver had a feeling my friend's guy was in danger.

He has never hitchhiked again and said that he honestly thought he was going to die until that guy pulled up and saved him.

Fellow Edmontonian here. I wonder if the creepy car was going to abduct him? There have been a few cases where people get into stranger's cars and end up dead in and around Edmonton. Was this on Manning by any chance?



Howdy neighbour! Actually this was on Hwy 2 North of St Albert, where I reside, but I think Manning would be another place that I would avoid hitchhiking on.

We'll never know what the creepy car wanted but I would think the person wanted him for something. I'm tellin' ya, if I saw a car do that while I was on the walking, I'd probably crap my pants in fear. *LOL*
 
2008-10-31 06:49:11 PM  
cheesepreeness
meat0918: Are there armadillos there? I heard from someone that they can make all sorts of racket when rooting for food.

Nope. No armadillos up there.


I've got one in my trousers.... does that count?
 
2008-10-31 06:50:43 PM  
And so, the next night, the ghost returned to the haunted cabin and he said to the campers "None of you really believe in me, so I'll have to prove my power." And the next morning, when the campers woke up, all of their old noses had grown back.
 
2008-10-31 06:53:14 PM  
I think I posted this in some thread awhile ago about haunted houses, but...
My two roommates and I lived in the upper flat of an old Victorian house. Before I had moved my bed and everything in, I would sleep up in the attic, which had a few couches. It was warm and cozy and I never got creeped out, even though I'm admittedly prone to scaring easily.
One day while cleaning the attic we noticed a bunch of junk above this weird little room in the attic, so we brought all of it down to see what it was. There were dusty old curtains, lampshades, and a ton of Polish newspapers from the early 1900s. The curtains and lampshades were nice, so we put them up, and kept the newspapers.
Ever since the curtains went up in the attic it became decidedly creepier. It got so that none of us wanted to go up there alone, and it was pretty much only used for parties. I would have slept on the kitchen floor rather than up there.
One night, around 2 am, I was sitting in my room with the door locked talking to someone on the phone. I was pretty upset about whatever I was talking about and when I heard a loud knock on the door I actually said "Go away." I didn't hear it again, but the next morning I found out that the only other person in the house was asleep and hadn't knocked on the door. My other roommate heard people laughing in the kitchen once, and we all heard footsteps up in the attic.
The worst part of the whole experience was that eventually the house started to have a really horrible feeling about it (I refuse to say aura). We weren't the only ones to notice; other people started saying it felt creepy. I didn't stay there if both of my roommates were gone for the night. A month before the lease ran out I actually signed a lease for another apartment and was effectively paying for two places. I didn't have much money, but it was bad enough that I preferred sleeping on the wooden floor of my new apartment to sleeping in my bed in the flat.
 
2008-10-31 06:59:05 PM  
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Happy Halloween !!!


I have never seen anything which could not be rationally explained. Despite deliberately staying in "haunted" farmhouses and hotels here in England, and going on a fair few ghost tours. Just for once I would like to see something that shows me there's more out there than what we currently know. You Farkers with real ghost stories are lucky.
 
2008-10-31 07:03:22 PM  
I suck because my family has lived in the same house for 40 years and we were the first ones to move in after it was built so I got no murder/suicide/previous tenant ghost stories. It's also on the side of a mountain in the L.A. area that's only been developed for the past 50 years so there's no Indian burial ground or old asylum/hospital grounds around. Nothing spooky ever happened, in fact, nothing spooky ever happens to me. I got nuthin.
 
2008-10-31 07:04:30 PM  

Third_Uncle_Eno: cheesepreeness
meat0918: Are there armadillos there? I heard from someone that they can make all sorts of racket when rooting for food.

Nope. No armadillos up there.

I've got one in my trousers.... does that count?


If you were up in the eastern Sierra Nevada at about 10,000 feet banging two rocks together in the middle of the farking night then yes, it does count.
 
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