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2008-10-31 02:17:30 PM
18 votes:
I was driving a shortcut from Twentynine Palms, CA to Albuquerque, NM. Twentynine Palms is located in the desolate high desert east of LA. The shortcut was all two lane road through total nothingness, except for passing through Amboy, CA. Amboy is a nearly abandoned town nearly as far below sea level as Death Valley, with a dormant volcano and lava field on one side and a salt flat on the other. It was also, at the time, a hotspot for satanic group activity.

So I was driving by myself in the afternoon. I stopped in Amboy and snapped a picture of the city sign, just to prove I was there to friends who dared me to take that route to I-40. I got back in my car and proceeded to drive up into the mountain range between Amboy and I-40.

Once I reach the top I am driving north through a canyon with high grass on both sides of the road. Up ahead I see some stuff in the middle of the road. As I approach I slow down to see a red Pontiac Fiero stopped sideways across both lanes, a suitcase open with clothes scattered everywhere and two bodies laying face down in the road, a man and a woman.

I stop a hundred feet or so away and the hair on the back of my neck is standing up. Being a Marine, I reach under the seat and pull out a 9mm pistol and chamber a round. Something seemed very wrong, it looked too perfect as if it were staged. An ambush? Was I being paranoid? Something was just wrong. Getting out of the car seemed unthinkable, it was the horror movie move.

As I scanned the road I saw a line I could drive. Pass the guy in the road on his left, swerve to the right side of the woman, behind the Fiero and I'd be on the other side. I dropped it into first gear, punched it and drove the line I planned.

I passed the back of the Fierro without hitting it or either of the bodies in the road. I continued forward a couple hundred feet and slowed down so I could breathe and let my heart slow down. As I looked up into the rearview mirror I saw that the two bodies had gotten up to their knees and twenty or so people emerged from the tall grass on either side of the road by the car and bodies.

At that moment my right foot smashed the gas pedal to the floor and did not let up until I had to slowdown for the I-40 east onramp.

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.
2008-10-31 11:17:37 AM
8 votes:
And one more...


Around 5 years ago, my husband and I were asleep. He wakes up and yells into the kitchen "Hey Lelia, can you get me a glass of water while you are in th---OMG"

I roll over and say "What? I'm right here??"

He turns on the lamp beside of the bed and looks at me. He is pale. I ask what is wrong. He wouldn't tell me. "I don't want to say, you won't go back to sleep"

I bug him until he tells me.

"Ok, so I saw what I thought was you in the kitchen. Long hair and everything. In a white gown. Until she turned around and it was a rotted face staring at me."

Ok, so that freaked me out. I didn't go back to sleep that night..and he slept with the light on.

Fast forward a few nights later. Our then 3 year old daughter runs into our room. Now keep in mind, we didn't mention the incident to her or around her. What parent in their right mind would do that?

Anyways, she comes into our room crying. We ask what is wrong. "That mean woman in the white dress was in my room telling me to do bad things."

She got to sleep with us for a long time after that.
2008-10-31 11:00:35 AM
8 votes:
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2008-10-31 11:59:38 AM
4 votes:
Right after I was born, my parents moved into an old house out in the country. It was built in the early 1900's and was owned by a farmer. Nobody had lived there for about ten years or so, so he let us stay there for free since my parents were young and just-out-of-college poor. I lived in that house until I was about 6 or 7 and it was always really creepy there at night.

When I was 5 or so, I started having dreams about an old guy who was going to kill me with a knife. In the dreams, I'd be in my bedroom sleeping and wake up (still in my dream, though) to see an older man standing there with a knife. Sometimes he'd just stand there, other times he'd make threatening motions at me, and a few times I'd see a little boy sitting in the corner of my room crying. These dreams continued once or twice a week for at least two months or so.

After convincing my parents to let me sleep in their room, I stopped having the nightmares and soon afterwards began sleeping in my room again. I never had any dreams about the old man again.

However, when I was 10 or so, I saw the movie Halloween and the way Michael Myers was holding a knife reminded me of the dreams. I mentioned the dreams to my best friend, who was watching the movie with me at the time. A few months later he got onto the bus on the way to school extremely excited. He said that he had been talking to his grandpa about Halloween costumes and his grandpa started telling him scary stories.

It turns out that one of his stories involved the house I used to live in. Apparently in the 30's a man had lived there with his wife and two children; a son and daughter. One day, in the middle of the afternoon, he snapped, stabbing his wife to death and then murdering his two children while they were upstairs playing in their room. He then went outside about 300 yards north of the house, walked out into the middle of a small, shallow pond, and slit his own throat.

I thought my friend was screwing with me, so I convinced my mom to take me to the library so that I could look in some old newspapers for confirmation (never would have thought of it if I hadn't had to look through old newspapers for a school project the year before). Sure enough, there was a man that had lived there and murdered his family in that manner. There was a picture of room where the children were murdered, and it was my bedroom from a few years before.

I'm reluctant to attribute my dreams to anything supernatural, so I'm guessing that when I was younger I had heard someone mention the murder, but it didn't really register in my memory other than in dreams. I know that when I was little, I'd get rides in my friend's grandpa's combine during corn and wheat harvest... he could have mentioned it then, since he always liked playing tricks on little kids. Either way, when I saw that picture in the newspaper, it freaked me the hell out.

/too much typing
2008-10-31 11:47:31 AM
4 votes:
BUSH RE-ELECTED FOR THIRD TERM UNDER EMERGENCY WAR ACT
//and i am conservative
2008-10-31 11:08:22 AM
4 votes:
Another story, this one from college in Duluth MN:

I traded leases with a friend (they were getting married and wanted to live alone and I just lost my roommate who moved away after graduation) I ended up in an old farm house they got a 2 bedroom apt. I had been to the house many before times to party, and heard the stories of how it might be haunted. - One of the first times my friends went there and in an otherwise empty attic they found an old painting of a married couple hidden away. And how they supposedly still live and haunt the house. - Anyways, one night well I was sleeping in my room, the one with the only access to the attic, I woke up and heard/saw two elderly figures looking at me and arguing. The man seemed to be angry and intense, the woman calm and peaceful. I can't really remember what he was saying or doing, other than it was aggressive. The woman though, clear as day remember hearing her try to calm him down saying, "He's ok, he isn't hurting us or anyone. Leave him alone." It still kind of freaks me out.

That was the only time I ever really saw or heard them.

/don't really believe in ghosts though that event does make me sometimes wonder.
2008-10-31 03:10:12 PM
3 votes:
So I went to college in Albany, NY, where I met my now current girlfriend of 5 years. When we first met, I'd often crash at her apartment, which was closer to the bars that I liked than my place. Her apartment was a three-story house that was pretty old, and had been coverted into three apartments. Just about everyone who lived there had claimed, at one time or another, to have seen the ghost of a pale white woman in a white wedding dress during the night. In her particular apartment, a 3-bedroom, all of the girls, including the old lady, saw the apparition from time to time, always in the kitchen.

Anyway, most times anyone saw her (I never did), they would say she had a calming presence, but always looked like she was looking for something... as soon as you would walk towards her, the apparition would disappate. A girl who lived in the apartment below had told us that one night, he saw her, again in the kitchen of hher apartment, approached her, as she was crawling on the floor, got "really close" in her own words, before she suddenly looked up at her and disappeared - like instantly. Really freaky stuff.

So this stuff went on and off for the two years she lived there, with the woman periodically showing up from time to time, until finally she graduated, and it was time to move out. Trying to avoid losing any of their deposit on the apartment, we turned the apartment upside down cleaning and fixing it up, every nook and cranny. As we were cleaning the kitchen, one of the girls who lived there, Katie, noticed a piece of metal wedged into the molding. Looking like jewelery, we figured one of the girls had lost it, or at the very least, it was something we could pawn off for one last night at the bars. I wedged up the molding to reveal a worn out looking ring, which one of the girls easily identified as a claddagh ring, which, in more modern times, has been used in Irish heritage for wedding or engagement rings. None of the girls had lost one. We all got chills, thinking of the woman in white in the kitchen. Could it have been a ring from some other college students who had lived there before? Farking probably. But it was still freaky. We decided to leave it on a ledge in the kitchen after we left.

A couple of weeks later, my girlfriends roomate Christine, who had definitely had the most episodes seeing the woman, called my girlfriend in the middle of the night to tell her about a dream she just had. In her dream, she walked into the kitchen of her old apartment, saw the woman standing there with the ring on her finger, smiling at her. Sure there are logical explanations for all of this crap, but still pretty farking amazing.
2008-10-31 02:14:04 PM
3 votes:
I used to work at a summer camp that incidentally used to be a navy training base, or Sea Cadet base, I'm not sure. In any case, it's located on an island in Georgian Bay. I was staying on into the fall to do some maintenance work, like boarding up windows on cabins, bagging up roof vents, taking down huge canvas tents, putting boats away, etc etc. The site was a spooky place at night, especially given all the standard camp stories, the older navy/sea cadet stories, the native legends, the scraggly pines making shadows or scratching against things in a big wind, the old windowpane that when looked through the right way has a face in it staring back at you. Anyway, it's spooky even when 300 people were there, nevermind just two of us.

I slept in a cabin about 150ft from the outhouse/bathroom setup. Walking up in the middle of the night to take a leak and having to walk out into the woods up a ramp into a clearing and then down into a different set of woods to the toilet was my least favorite thing to do, and I'd usually just take one step out the door and piss, but not always.

One of the most enduring stories comes from the fact that the roof of the dining hall used to be configured like the bridge of a ship, so that cadets or trainees could feel like they were on a real ship when on watch duty. The roof has since been converted into a normal looking roof, but the story is that on real stormy nights you can see a cadet in a long dark Bridge coat standing watch with the hem of his coat flapping in the wind. Whenever I went outside on rainy windy nights, you had to walk up a ramp, and turn left to the toilet, but straight ahead, about 75 feet in front of you you'd see the roof of the dining hall silhouetted against the sky. I'd make a point to never look up, avoiding the roof, just in case I'd see this guy and have a heart attack.

So anyway, one night I have to visit the toilet, so I pull a raincoat on and go out. It's really really windy and raining, and so I'm trying my best not to look at the roof of the dining hall for fear of the story being true. As I'm walking up the ramp, I slip a little then regain my footing, look up and there's a guy on the roof with his black coat flapping in the wind. I froze and kept staring at him waiting for the vision to disappear like these kinds of things do in the movies, or when you wake up and think you see someone in your room but you're not sure really, and then it's gone...but he didn't disappear. He just stood there looking out into the dark with his black coat flapping. All of a sudden this guy in the coat kinda makes this weird motion, like drawing up to a full height from being a little hunched over, and hurtles away into the night, almost like he was yanked away by something, and it was so violent and fast as to be really unsettling.

At this point I was ready to get on the boat and haul-ass to the mainland when the door to the cabin opens and my co-worker comes out also to take a leak. He sees me standing there on the ramp staring at the roof of the dining hall, walks over to me, looks up to the roof and says "aw fark the garbage bag blew off the roof vent. I'm not climbing up there again in the rain, let's do it in the morning."
2008-10-31 01:39:12 PM
3 votes:
While visiting family in Ireland when I was 18 years old, I decided one day to take a walking tour of the countryside. I left a note for my parents saying I was going for a walk, not where or for how long, since it was more of a wandering walk anyways. I didn't inform anyone else about what I was doing.

After a couple of hours, I found myself on the far side of a mountain, across a valley and bay from town, and there was still a lot of daylight left so I wasn't concerned. I was walking along a seasonal logging road and into a dark coniferous forest. At this point, the last house I saw was about 30 minutes earlier.

After 10 or 15 minutes of walking into this forest, I started to feel uncomfortable, as if I was being watched or followed. I took note of my feelings and raised my awareness of my surroundings as I continued walking along the road, towards the mountain through the forest. I thought about going back the way I came, but the feeling was coming from behind me, and I sensed it was a bad idea to go that way. So I continued forward.

After about 10 more minutes of this, I started feeling even more uncomfortable, like I was in fact being followed, and making this "follower" angry. I sped up, and started watching both sides of the road as closely as I can. Then I saw something.

Not too far up the road, and off to the right, just inside the trees, there was a white patch almost like snow. But this was Ireland, on the ocean coast, in late March, and it was a warm day. There wouldn't be any snow at this time of year. I focused on it, trying to make out what it was. As I got closer it became apparent - it was a small camp. Approaching the camp and squatting down to look around, I saw that it had a white bedroll about the size of a sleeping bag, a pillow, a small apple crate for a sort of bedside table, and several trinkets scattered on it including candles, matches, coins, and playing cards among other things. I was pretty surprised to see this out in the middle of nowhere. Then I remembered the bad feelings of being watched and followed. I froze.

My mind was speeding through how I could be perceived standing there looking at whatever this could be. Was it a criminal trying to avoid notice by the locals? Was he watching me now, about to attack thinking I was stealing from him? Or maybe thinking I was going to report him when I get back to town?

I stood straight up and tried to hear and see everything around me at once. The feeling was still there and strong, but I couldn't hear any noise. With those bad feelings lingering, I pulled out a five pound note (about $9 dollars Canadian at the time), held it high and waved it around, saying loudly, "I didn't know this camp was here. I'm just a tourist out for a hike. I'm leaving five pounds here for you, I haven't touched anything, and I'm going now to leave you alone." I walked straight and fast back to the road and towards the mountain, again not wanting to go back the way I came, where the feelings seem to be coming from. The farther I got away from the camp, the weaker the bad feelings seemed to get.

I made it to the mountain, hiked up, over and down the other side, finally hitching a ride back into town to the rental house my family obtained. Later that night, there was a knock at our door. I answered it, only to find an elderly lady standing on the doorstep in the pitch dark. She was dressed in a rag-tag combination of pants, sweater, coat and scarf, looking out of place, as if she collected her clothing items from a lost and found somewhere. I turned the porch light on, but the bulb must have been burned out, so she remained in the dark except for whatever light came from inside the house. She asked me if I had any eggs to spare. My first thought was "What is this poor old lady doing out this late asking for eggs?" My parents, hearing someone at the door and coming to see who it was, heard the question and started tripping over themselves to grab eggs.
I was totally caught off guard by this odd behavior on everyone's part, so I stood off to the side and watched everything take place, dumbfounded, looking from the old lady on the doorstep and my parents rushing around the house. After a couple of near frantic minutes, they gathered eggs, a blanket, bread, money, socks and a sweater for the old lady. Giving these things to the old lady happily, my parents wished her well on her way. She received them with just a whisper of thanks and God bless and walked back out into the night.
When they closed the door they looked at each other, signed and smiled wide-eyed as if to say "Wow! What a relief!" I asked what the hell just happened and they said, "She's a gypsy. When they come to your house, no matter the time of day or night, and ask for something, you try to give it and then some or you get cursed."
Laughing, I made some joke about superstition and mentioned my odd experience to my parents on the far side of the mountain earlier that day. My dad's face went white. His voice was a little shaky, and he started to explain that the gypsies were mysterious people who kept to themselves, feeling very protective of their property and personal space. The forest back there in the woods was a traditional setup area for them outside the logging season. I might have trespassed into their space, and to make things balanced again, they might have wanted to visit us in return.

I'll tell you, that day was one of the most strange and uncomfortable days of my life. Maybe there is some truth to those old Irish superstitions.

Here's the Google Map of the area in my story. It's the loop road between Cahersiveen and the Ocean to the North.
2008-10-31 12:49:23 PM
3 votes:
18 years ago, on my first ship in the Navy, a bunch of friends of mine and I decided to pass the time one night with a Ouija board. Nine or ten of us put the board on the dead-reckoning plotter in CIC, and took turns calling up various spirits. One in particular blew all of our minds.

The spirit claimed to be that of a little girl from Compton, who had died in a drive-by. She also revealed a number of secrets about different guys, always guys who weren't touching the plastic pointer at the time (none of which I'll reveal here). But what was more interesting was, she gave us a phone number and a name, Rev. Green, and message for him. She asked us to tell him that "Missy" was fine and happy. The number had a 310 area code; the two guys who were touching the pointer at the time were both from the midwest, and didn't know anyone in LA.

I and another guy called the number the next day. It turned out to be a church in Compton, and Rev. Green answered the call himself. When I told him that "Missy" was OK, he started crying. The little girl was his daughter.
2008-10-31 11:59:06 AM
3 votes:
Several years back when I was in college I was very stressed out and very busy studying for finals. One night after I finished studying I was finally able to fall asleep. I had a strange dream that night, but first a little background.

My grandmother was one of 13 kids, born around the early 1900s in rural Mississippi. All through my childhood the 'brothers and sisters' as we called them were very caring and nice people who would always cook a big meal or provide any assitance if it was needed. One by one, as they all aged, they passed on...interestingly the order of deaths so far has been from the oldest to the next in line and so on...

Anyway...in the dream I was walking into a large kitchen/dining room of great big old house...complete with period appliances and decorations of the 1920s...an old electric fan blowing, old music on the radio. In this room were all of my old great aunts and uncles who had died. The men were sitting listening to the radio, the women were preparing a meal. A brilliant white light radiated inwards from the windows. When my aunts and uncles saw me they beckoned me to come in and sit down and relax.

I woke up the next morning completely stress free and relaxed...finished my exams and all was well.

Strange.
2008-10-31 11:57:22 AM
3 votes:
OK, this was scary, but not in a "ghost story" way. More like a "am I going insane" way.

Last year I was sick with the flu for almost two weeks, and could barely keep any food down. Water and chicken broth, maybe some crackers, but that was about it. The illness kept me from sleeping for any longer than a half hour at a time; I would wake up burning with fever or chilled and covered in sweat. The flu medication I was taking had an intoxicating effect, but I only had a little bit of it left from the last time I had the flu, enough to last for about 5 days. Withdrawal from the medication, combined with malnourishment, dehydration, and lack of sleep combined to drag me into a hellish waking nightmare for days, as I began having visual and auditory hallucinations...

I tried to sleep the second night after I ran out of flu medicine, and after about twenty minutes I began to drift off to sleep. Suddenly, I heard my doorbell ringing. I sat bolt upright in bed, looked at the clock (it was about 2 AM) and cautiously made my way to the apartment door. I have two doors; the first opens to the entryway and the second leads to outside; the inner door therefore has no peephole. I began to unlock the inner door, and I heard something moving in the entryway. I froze in mid-motion and listened intently at the door; I thought I could hear someone whispering. Most of it was unintelligible, but I thought I heard my name a few times, and it seemed to me that there was more than one voice whispering. After a few minutes, the whispering sounds stopped and I opened the door just a crack and peeked through; nothing there. (This type of hallucination (the doorbell ringing) happened a LOT during that week; to this day when I hear a doorbell ringing in a movie, on TV, or in real life I feel anxious.)

I closed and locked the door and tried to go back to sleep. This time I made it about a half an hour, and I started having a vivid dream that I had contracted something like the Ebola virus, and that I was bleeding from everyplace at once. I woke up (or at least thought I woke up) and felt like my guts were on fire; I convulsed and began vomiting blood, thinking to myself, "this is how I'm going to die!" I thought at that point I tried to scream but just kept making groaning sounds. At that point I blacked out (I figure my body was saying, "enough of this shiate, time for some real sleep") and of course when I woke up a few hours later, there was no blood on my bed or floor, so obviously I hallucinated that episode. But the sensations were so vivid, I sincerely thought I was going to die.
2008-10-31 11:14:11 AM
3 votes:
Now this is the story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down, and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air. In West Philadelphia I was born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin all cool, and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys who were up to no good started makin' trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, And said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel Air." I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cat was rare, But I thought "Nah forget it, Yo home to Bel Air." I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
2008-10-31 10:59:02 AM
3 votes:
4chan

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2008-11-01 12:35:55 AM
2 votes:
VOTING Enabled here for my previous account.
2008-10-31 08:23:16 PM
2 votes:
A couple years ago my best friend and i went to Greece together. Both our families are from there, and we had planned this trip for years. Hes kind of a weird kid, but really cool once you get to know him. He says some odd stuff at the worst times. Some girls think hes creepy. A few times he told me about how he saw an evil "being" in his house. He said it would sit at the end of his bed and laugh at him. I just kind of brushed this off as another one of his weird stories.

Anyways, while in Greece together we got rented a 2 bed room at an old mans house in the port city of Nafplio. We crashed early the first night there because we were out sight seeing all day. In the middle of the night i woke up and noticed someone sitting on the end of the other bed. I thought it was friend so i leaned up and asked if he was going out. No answer. I then realized my friend was sleeping. And the figure sitting on the bed was all black. I couldnt make out a face or anything. It just sat there staring at me. It motioned back and forth, as if it was nervous or excited about something. After a few minutes of a staring contest i just flopped back to bed and passed out again. I dont know why i didnt panic. I get scared of ghosts and shiat so i would think that seeing this would send me out the farking door, but it didnt. I woke up the next morning and mentioned it to my friend. He just kind of accepted it like it was no big deal. Poor guy must be haunted by that farking thing. Whatever it is.We havent shared a room since.
2008-10-31 04:02:01 PM
2 votes:
100% true story. Not really scary (it is to me), just creepy. I knew this girl, Sarah, in middle and high school who had moved out of town at the beginning of my sophomore year. We had been pretty good friends, and I kinda had a thing for her, but I had a girlfriend and never approached anything with her (Sarah), because, as far as I could tell, she wasn't romantically interested in me at all. "You're like a brother to me." She was quiet, shy, and a bit mousy looking. We were really close, and it really makes me sad to think that it didn't go anywhere. After she moved, we stayed in contact for a while but eventually just went our separate ways, as she now lived 8 hours away.

During my senior year of high school, on a particularly warm winter friday night, I had this really, really creepy nightmare. I was riding in a truck with Sarah. She was really pregnant, and crying. The next thing I knew, we were in a warehouse or a barn of some sort, with meat hooks hanging down. She was bawling, telling me how much she loved me, how she was scared and didn't want to go, how she was so scared, and wanted me to hold her, that if I held her, she could stay, and everything would be alright. Her pregnant stomach was split open and bleeding, there was blood everywhere. I woke up, went into my kitchen and got this really, really sick feeling in my stomach. It just felt like something wasn't right. It was about 2AM, and it was a bit chilly in the kitchen. I felt like I was being watched and figured I just had goosebumps, which I attributed to having just woken up from a creepy nightmare. I've never really been superstitious or easy to spook.

I didn't sleep the rest of the night. I went over to a friend's house (let's call her Erin) for lunch, one who had been particularly close to Sarah. This is something I did on a pretty regular basis, as her place was about 5 minutes away--she was one of the closest things I had to a neighbor (living out in the country), and was one of my best friends (not to mention I really wanted to bang the hell out of her). I hadn't told anybody about my dream. Not a soul. What she told me will haunt me for the rest of my life.


That morning, Sarah's sister called Erin. Sarah was dead. The night before, at around 1:30, Sarah fell asleep at the wheel and ran off the road in her truck, which was old, sturdy and had no airbags. She hit a huge steel support beam on the side of an auto garage right on the side of the road going about 65. The steering wheel split her stomach open, killing her and her unborn child. She was about 6 months pregnant. Her sister had been in the vehicle with her, and only had a few cuts and bruises.

She was crying, and I was too shocked to react. Erin told me how Sarah always had a thing for me. She had always loved the way I gave a hug more than anything (I give badass hugs), and had shared with her that I was her "first love," and always wanted for me to break up with my girlfriend to be with her, but thought I would be happier with my girlfriend and didn't want to get between us (we broke up during my junior year--it was a typical high school relationship), which was why she acted so romantically disinterested.

I was speechless.

My religious beliefs lie somewhere between agnosticism and atheism. Although I feel like we can't know what we can't know, I feel like I haven't really been given any reason to believe in a higher being.

Reminding myself about the accident and the dream not only makes me question my beliefs, but chills me to the bone. I still can't go into my kitchen at night without that feeling of being watched.
2008-10-31 02:54:39 PM
2 votes:
Another one, from school, not my Navy days.

When I was in 6th grade, my mother bought a house just around the corner from my school. She got an incredible deal on it, the seller was in a hurry to sell it because of her recent divorce (I seem to recall something about wanting to move out of Philly).

The first time Mom took my brother and me to see the place was shortly after she made her offer. It was a standard rowhouse in South Philly, though it had a porch with a roof and railing, which made it somewhat special. The ground floor had one large open living/dining room, and a large kitchen. The basement was unfinished, with a coal room in the back, under the kitchen (the floor in the coal room didn't even have a cement floor, just plain dirt). The upstairs had three bedrooms and a bathroom. The front bedroom was the previous family's parents' room, the back bedroom was the son's room; the middle room was completely empty, just a few old picture frames. I immediately decided that would be my room.

We moved in a few weeks later, and everything was normal. For a bit. Then strange things started happening. For one, our cat refused to go into the middle room. If the door was open, she would rush past it, never lingering. For another, all three of us starting having strange dreams about a little boy. Then things started disappearing, only to be found weeks later in the strangest of places (my brother's and my treasured porn collection disappeared one day, only to be found months later at the bottom of a locked chest). We'd all hear sounds, usually running feet or a child laughing, when no one else was home. And I was woken up several times in the middle room by something shaking my bed in the middle of the night.

I was the skeptic in the family, and kept insisting that all of this could be explained somehow, we just didn't have all the facts. In fact, one night, my mother and I were in the kitchen discussing all this, and I insisted to my mom that the house wasn't haunted, that ghosts aren't real, and there must be another reason for our experiences.

That's when the cutting board on the shelf behind me flew over my head and slammed onto the kitchen table.

After that, we all accepted that there was a ghost in the house. My mom even started sharing some of her experiences with coworkers, one of whom told her that her husband had lived in the house when he was young.

And that his younger brother, Paulie, had died of whooping cough.

In the middle room.

We started talking to Paulie by name. And he would respond, by pinching our legs or knocking on the wall. My brother and I even played catch with him one day. We'd bounce a SuperBall against the ground, and it bounce back. From midair.

I don't know how it happened, but that little boy is still in that house, and he still wants someone to play with.
2008-10-31 02:13:08 PM
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I've seen him before.

That wan, writhing figure, his eyes shrouded in darkness. He appears from nowhere, always unexpected, always taunting me. Staring at me through the window. He remembers me. With his first words, he moans "we are no strangers..." No, we aren't. We've met before. I tried to dismiss it as a dream. A horrible, nightmarish fantasy. A figment of an imagination gone wild. But the harsh reality singes through me like a slap to the face. The pieces are in place and the game is afoot. We both know the rules. The trick is now to stay one step ahead of him. Because, as he reminds me, he plays to the finish. He is unwavering, unyielding. Committed to his his desires like no other man. He will not stop. He is never gonna give me up. Never gonna let me down. Never gonna run around and desert me. Never gonna make me cry. Never gonna say goodbye. Never gonna run around and hurt me.

I close the window. He's gone, right?

I will see him again.
2008-10-31 01:56:58 PM
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About 13 years ago, my sister fell down a flight of stairs and broke her neck on the landing. She was discovered a few days later.

Several months later, I had a dream. They'll tell you that you dream every night, and that if you think you don't, then you simply don't remember the dream. Fair enough. I rarely remember dreams. Even when I do wake up from a dream, even a very vivid one, the details begin to fade almost immediately, to the point that even if I'm trying to remember everything, within 5 minutes, I can barely even relate the single dramatic point that roused me from the dream. This dream wasn't dramatic, vivid, or even all that memorable. And yet, I still remember it today.

I was wandering through an apartment. At the time, I had the feeling that it was someone-else's apartment, but the layout seemed familiar. I had the sense that I was walking through my sister's apartment, even though my sister never lived in an apartment that looked like this one. In fact, in retrospect, the layout of the dream apartment was an apartment that my wife and I lived in for a couple years right after we got married. But in my dream, it was Sis's place.

I walked into the bathroom. In my dream, I was aware that she had passed over, and I was still mourning the loss of her. I glanced in the mirror over the sink, and was startled to see my sister standing behind me. She was wearing the green linen outfit that she had worn to the wedding, along with a nice hat (she loved hats!) and very tasteful makeup and earrings. I instinctively knew that if I turned around, I would not see her there, and was afraid that if I then turned back to the mirror, she would be gone there, too, so I just kept my eyes focused on her reflection. Stunned, I blurted her name.

She smiled and said, "It's OK."

"We thought you were..." I said. I couldn't bring myself to say "dead."

"I know," she said. "But I'm OK now. I just wanted you to know."

She patted my back, and that caused me to turn, and as expected, she was not there. Nor was she in the mirror when I turned back to it. And that's when I awoke. Without the familiar sense of grief that had been my companion for so many months. It had been replaced with a sense of serenity and peace.

I'm guessing this is a fairly common experience, and it can be explained materialistically, but I still like to think that somewhere between earth and sky that night, I was able to speak one last time with my beloved sister.
2008-10-31 01:43:27 PM
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I'm an atheist. My wife is not. We respect each other's views.

Every night my wife takes my toddler to bed and prays with her. At the time she was pregnant with #2 - about 9 weeks along when this story happened. They would always say the same thing before bedtime - God bless mommy, god bless daddy, etc, etc, etc, always ending in "God bless baby" in reference to the new pregnancy.

Did I mention I'm an atheist?

Anyway, we went for a checkup one morning around this time and found out the pregnancy had failed. The embryo was dead and all that was left was literally the crying and the procedure to clean everything out. This is not very unusual - a large (20-25%) number of pregnancies end this way.

Okay, so fast forward to that evening. It's bedtime. We have not told our toddler anything yet because we're still getting over it ourselves and it's pretty hard to explain to a little child.

My wife is putting my toddler to sleep and I happen to be in the room. She goes through the usual routine but when she gets to what was previously the "God bless baby" bit our toddler freaks and starts bawling all the time waving at thin air and crying out "BYE BYE BABY! BYE BYE BABY! BYE BYE BABY!".

This went on for 5 minutes or more - I have never seen my kid cry like that. It was not a cry of being scared, or tired, or anything normal. It was more a cry of grief.

I've seen some stuff I can't explain before. NOTHING came close to the case of the willies this event gave me. I can't even type this without being creeped out.
2008-10-31 01:36:14 PM
2 votes:
John McCain and Sarah Palin won the election. In February of 2009, John McCain dies of skin cancer, and Palin becomes president.
2008-10-31 01:31:20 PM
2 votes:
JohDHJ: Hahahaha a buddy of mine watched The Ring by himself one night... As soon as the movie ended, his phone rang. It turned out to be another friend asking if he knew if

My mom saw that movie for the first time a few years ago. As the credits started to roll, I went down stairs and called the house from my cellphone. When she answered I said, "Seven Days" and hung up. She started crying hysterically.

/I still haven't told her it was me :)
2008-10-31 01:26:45 PM
2 votes:
This is not a ghost story, but still kind of freaky. I've had at least two incidents of precognition in my life.

The first time it happened, I was in high school. One night, I had a dream that I was in class and the teacher introduced a new student. She didn't say his name in my dream but he looked exactly like the kid in the Omen movie. I woke up not really remembering the dream any more then any other dream.

At school the next day, while sitting in the exact same class as in my dream, the teacher introduced a new student that was sitting in the front of the class. His name was Damien! MOTHER farkER! I almost flipped out in class trying to tell my friends that I had a dream about this the night before. Of course nobody believed me.


Another time, I had a dream that a car crashed into the front of our house while my family was sleeping. I awoke in my dream and went outside to see that it was my neighbor that had crashed his car into the side of our house. All of a sudden, I woke (in real life) and heard a loud crash. My parents turned on the hallway light and headed to the front of the house where we found that a car had indeed crashed into the front of my house and it was the same neighbor from my dream!
2008-10-31 01:17:37 PM
2 votes:
A man is walking home alone late one foggy Halloween night, when behind him he hears:

BUMP...

BUMP...

BUMP...

Walking faster, he looks back and through the fog makes out the image of an upright casket banging its way down the middle of the street toward him.

BUMP...

BUMP...

BUMP...

Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket bouncing quickly behind him.

FASTER...

FASTER...

BUMP...

BUMP...

BUMP....

He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him. However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the casket clapping.

clappity-BUMP...

clappity-BUMP...

clappity-BUMP...

on his heels, as the terrified man runs.

Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, he locks himself in. His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps.

With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door.

Bumping and clapping toward him.

The man screams and reaches for something, anything, but all he can find is a bottle of cough syrup! Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket...

and,

(hopefully you're ready for this!!!)

The coffin stops.
2008-10-31 12:56:35 PM
2 votes:
This happened about four years ago while on a trip in Hawaii.

We stayed at this hotel on the big island, it was just a local hotel run by local people, not like a big fancy resort. I was with a few other people, and in this one room a few friends were staying in, weird things would happen every night. The radio would turn on and off, lights would turn on and off, etc. One night they claimed they saw a shadow of a man walking back and forth on the balcony, so the next night we all decided to stay in the room with them and check it out.

That night, the shadow again reappeared on the curtains for the balcony. It walked back and forth, back and forth. We gather up our courage and went out onto the balcony. There was a shadow of a hand on of the balcony walls, just sitting there. My religious friend started saying some prayers, Our Fathers, Hail Marys, stuff like that. The hand got really agitated and started moving around the wall very fast and shaking. The same friend picked up a stick that had been laying on the balcony and hit the hand. It split into two separate shadows, then came back together to reform into a hand. At this point we were scared beyond words and ran back inside and closed the curtains. The shadow of the man paced back and forth the rest of the night.

The next morning, we asked the owner of the hotel if anything strange happened in that room. The first thing he asked was if he had taken any lava rocks, as its legend that if you try to take lava rocks from the island, the volcano goddess Pele will NOT be pleased. He told stories of how people who have taken rocks sent them back because of strange things happening to them or really bad luck. No one claimed to have any rocks, and he could not come up with any other explanation. We left the hotel that day. True story.
2008-10-31 12:38:58 PM
2 votes:
So one night we sit couch to make out. we making out when phone ring. Me answer and man say "You no touch Daughter!" she ask and i say it you dad. She then say "My Dad dead"


BUT THEN WHO WAS PHONE?

/oblig. shouldn't be obscure
2008-10-31 12:00:42 PM
2 votes:
Some friends of mine and I rented a house near UC 100+ year old house huge ceilings, three floors, they don't make them like they used to type place. From the time we moved in to the time we moved out the goofiest/creepiest shiat happened. When we looked at the place we found a dead cat in the basement. They told us it got locked in and died. (One of the guys working on the place refused to go in the basement where we found the cat.)

We were painting the bedrooms upstairs. There were four of us doing it and as usual my buddy was running late. So were painting and I hear heavy footfalls on the stairs. I think it's him and walk out of the room to the hall which overlooks the stairs yelling "It's about time dic......" No one was there. So because I'm paranoid and my girlfriend was there I check the house. Nothing. We always heard footsteps and running upstairs. Doors rattling, rooms going cold in the summer time all sorts of spooky stuff.
So I moved my stuff in and was sleeping there. No one was in the house. I checked all the door and windows they were locked. each bedroom had a lock as well. So it's locked and I got to sleep. Around 2 I hear my door unlocking and locking again. Silde click, slide click. I thought it was my friends farking with me. So I told them to knock it off I had to work early. It stopped nothing else was said. The next morning I realized the lock can only be turned on my side. It was built into the door. You can't tell there is a lock from the outside of it.
Few days later my friends now wife watched a little boy walk though the door connecting our rooms. Look at her and my friend (who slept though it) walk past their bed and out the other locked door. Freaked her out.
I had legos and several models/toys on a shelf in the living room. One morning I found the shelf empty and the toys around the room. None of the legos were busted up even though they were on the top shelf.
The pantry door would not stay shut. We would close it and make sure it was latched. 15 minutes later it would open.
The basement was divided up into three rooms. One had the washer dryer and the other was storage. No light bulb would last longer than a day in the socket. I had my buddy an electrician check it. It was fine and the wiring was all new.
Several times we had parties and you would hear things thrashing around in the basement. Like thrown. The best was the night the fire alarm battery was dieing. It's beeping and I needed the step ladder in the basement to change it. So I head down there to grab it. I look into the pitch black part of the basement and I see a face, floating there, and it looked angry. I started to feel rather odd and could feel something on me. I thought of my girlfriend (now wife) upstairs and told it to "Get the fark off me." It got more pissed and faded.
The best was after we got a cat some friends came into town and we were sitting around telling them about the place. They didn't believe us and then the one cat toy came slowly rolling into the room. Stopped and rolled out again. Then I pointed out that the cat was sleeping next to them.
After the couple moved out another friend moved in. After a few months he asks me "I thought you got rid of the cat." We did. Seems he got up in the middle of the night to take a leak and a cat was weaving in-between his legs. We'd see the "cat" in the windows all the time. Blinds would move like the cat was walking next to them.

I miss the house. It got sold and we had to move. The new owners gutted it and rebuilt the inside. I just wonder if the "cat" is still there.
2008-10-31 11:47:09 AM
2 votes:
When my brother was 3 and a half he woke up one night, screaming. Said he woke up and a man was sitting on his bed. He wasn't afraid, but then the man disappeared into thin air.

He was so freaked out my parents let him sleep with them. A couple hours later they got a phone call--my grandfather had died. He died a couple hours earlier.

Later, my mom got some family pictures and showed them to my brother (covering my grandfather's face with her finger). When she removed her finger, he would freak out and cry.
2008-10-31 11:43:49 AM
2 votes:
My parents think their house is haunted. My mother tells me this story where one day, she was in the kitchen cooking and my much younger brother was in the living room when she hears the piano being played. Thinking it was my brother, she comes into the living room to see my brother clear across the room staring at the piano and the cat hissing at it. My brother sweared it wasn't him, and the piano played itself.

Well, my brother could have been lying, but then much later my stepfather was in the living room and he saw the piano play itself. So did both of my sisters at different times. Supposedly, everyone but my mother and I have seen the piano play itself. I suggested it was a mouse or something like that, and my mother said that, actually, they had checked that, and found that if you pressed the mechanism inside the piano, the keys went up, not down.

So now my whole family thinks the house is haunted, though my mother figures that if all the ghost is doing is playing the piano, it's all right. Me, heh, not too inclined to believe in ghosts, so I don't know what to think.
2008-10-31 11:26:44 AM
2 votes:
The most creeped out I've ever been was almost two years ago. I was living alone at the time, just myself and a cat. This cat has been in the family for 16 years, and would sleep in my bed every night. When I went to bed she would either cut me off and jump on the bed before me, or be no more than a minute behind me. So one night I turn all the lights out and settle into bed. My eyes haven't adjusted yet and I can't see a thing. I've only been in bed about 30 seconds or so when I feel something impact the matress down by my feet. I call out to my cat and start patting the bed next to me so she will come close enough for me to pet her. She doesn't move, but I can still feel the weight of her pushing down on the matress. So I call her a couple more times, and she still doesn't move. Then I heard her meow, from the next room. My blood froze, hairs stood up, the works. I don't remember if it was 2 seconds or 2 minutes before I turned on the light, but when I did there was nothing there of course. I still remember holding my hand on the switch, looking towards the end of the bed. I just knew that when I turned on the light there was going to be some horrific monster staring at me.
2008-10-31 11:11:34 AM
2 votes:
When I was 16 years old, I witnessed an exorcism.

I was at church and this lady went up front to get prayed for. When my Dad (a preacher) put anointing oil on her head, she screamed "IT BURNS!" This made my Dad take a step back, and everyone around her had a confused look on their faces. She started screaming as if she were being murdered right then and there.

The screams deepened and she walked up to my Dad and cupped her hands around his neck. Started squeezed. All the while she was cackling and speaking bizarre things in a weird voice. My Dad tried to fight her off. It took 8 men to hold her down. She was thrashing around, screaming, laughing and trying to bite them. She said the name of each demon inside of her.

Dad began praying for her...apparently this was upsetting..the screams were absolutely evil sounding. She looked at everyone and babbled nonsense with threats. She started biting herself. Again, they had to hold her down.

This went on for hours.

She would get in my Dad's face and say stuff to him. I'm not repeating, as there is no use to do so. Basically a bunch of stuff about religion and what have you. And that she wanted to kill him.

Around 5 hours later, one by one demons were cast out. When the last one came out, she began vomiting. It was very green. She vomited for what seemed like an eternity...then it was over.

My Dad didn't sleep for days following. He said he looked satan in the face that night. He was very disturbed for months.

About a year later, the woman decided she would quit church. Denounced religion, the whole 9 yards. That night, she attended a bonfire. She ended up falling into the fire....
2008-10-31 11:09:55 AM
2 votes:
Remember: the "experts" on the supernatural insist that dogs and children have an innate ability to sense ghosts...why, don't know...but they say so.

We'd just moved into our house a couple weeks prior and I was tucking my 2-year-old into bed (laying down with her). While I was talking to her, my dog comes into the room and starts growling, hackles raised. I sit up and look at the dog: she's staring at a far corner of the room, where the walls meet the ceiling, and she's PISSED about something.

Then, my 2-year-old sits up, points at the same spot and makes a "Ooooooo!" sound, not of fear, but like "Cool!". Then, both track "whatever" across the wall and then...nothing. Like they could see a laser pointer that I couldn't. My daughter laid back down, and the dog left the room.

I'm an atheist with a subscription to the Skeptical Inquirer...but I'll tell ya, that gave me the willies.
2008-10-31 11:04:44 AM
2 votes:
I go to Fark and see all kinds of Daily Kos links.
2008-11-01 10:05:37 AM
1 votes:
I used to work at a weekly newspaper in a small town. One night I had a dream in which a woman introduced herself by saying, "Hello, I'm May Kongabel." I woke up, thinking it was really strange, and told my ex about it. I recognized the last name as that of a Mr. Kongabel, a man active in community affairs, but didn't recognize the first name.

Anyway, I go into work later that morning, when three older men from a local church, looking very serious, ask to see the editor. They go in and have a short conversation with him. After they leave, I asked him what they wanted. He said they'd told him that Mr. Kongabel's wife May had died overnight. If I hadn't been standing next to a wall, I would have fallen over from the shock.

I'd never met the woman and never knew her name before that dream. It still freaks me out when I think about it.
2008-10-31 09:21:02 PM
1 votes:
My house has always been haunted. We have seen many people walk by the windows, heard voices and footsteps upstairs, hear people calling our name, hear people hollering for HELP! and had many experiences with lights coming on/off and doors, chairs, toys, clothing moving on their own.
The newest thing happened on July 4th. We had all the family in and decided to do a ghost hunt with digital recorders and cameras. My brother was in an upstairs bedroom and on the recorder you can here him tell his wife that something just grabbed his shoulders, a wierd deep voice was heard upon reviewing the tape at that moment saying "Come with me" very clearly.
The house is built ona civil war battle field and the house was owned for decades by L&N railroad as a halfway stop for conductors. More than one conductor died there, around fifty civil war soldiers and two previous owners. They have never been mean to us or harmed anybody and we have coexisted in the house for 28 years.

ps. every word of this is true and I could have added a lot of more experiences- If anyone wants a copy of the EVP send me an e-mail
2008-10-31 07:59:56 PM
1 votes:
When I was very young -- I think I could walk at the time, but I don't recall communicating with anyone. I recall seeing a lot of faces and being confused, puzzled at different things that I would come in contact with. Many of these things would become apparent to me later. I see images of my sister, brothers, parents, but there are things I saw that still do not make any sense.

My older brother is severely autistic, and he use to own the room that would become mine when I was born. This room was very unsettling to me, it was painted in this nasty green colour, was very empty and at night the trees blowing in the wind would cause images of shadows on the walls because there were no curtains and the neighbour had a floodlight that was activated by movements.

The floodlight would go on and off at different intervals through the night, each time creating the same image of outstretched tree branches waving in the wind. The room was pitch black otherwise during the night.

One night the light was activated during the night, and I could hear rustling in the back behind my window, I was terribly frightened and felt alone. I couldn't wait until the lights went off, and the sound went away, then I heard a loud whistling of wind: the lights went off, the sound stopped. My room was dark, but sketched onto the wall were illuminated faces that I distinctly remember. Some were very childish looking and simple. Big white lips and white eyes peering down at me, smiling, and what I looked like the outline of bodies that could only be made out by the light that the faces were giving off.

I closed my eyes and just laid there, too afraid to move.

This is were my memory of this event ends. I'm wondering if this was a simple product of a childish imagination, and through the years I stopped telling this story, I've convinced myself that it wasn't real, but the faces have never left my memory.
2008-10-31 05:40:41 PM
1 votes:
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 05:40:01 PM
1 votes:
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 04:20:09 PM
1 votes:
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 04:12:16 PM
1 votes:
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 04:10:34 PM
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@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 03:51:53 PM
1 votes:
When I was a kid, I always used to go into my mom's room to sleep because my room creeped me out at night. My cat would play with me in the room during the day, but at night she refused to sleep in the room. If I tried to shut the door to keep her in with me (I was a little elmira-esque) she would always stare at one corner of the room and growl. At some point, my mom put her foot down and didn't allow me to sleep in her room any longer. Anyway, one night (the cat wasn't in the room with me) a set of yellow eyes jumped out of the offensive corner and on to the end of my bed. I yelled for my mom, but she didn't hear me. Something came out from the head of my bed and made it leave. I thought it was a dream but my cat scratched at the door right after it happened and I let her in. She was there with me in the morning. Sometime that same year, I was sleeping and I felt myself picked up and a woman's voice told me to "wake up, you aren't breathing!" and then I was dropped on the bed hard enough to wake me up. I fell back asleep, but asked my mom the next morning why she had done that. She said that she knew nothing about it. I was later diagnosed with severe sleep apnea caused by a birth defect that had to be corrected with surgery. In my sleep study to diagnose it, my breathing stopped long enough to cause heart damage, had they let it go. They said I could have died in my teens or twenties from all the damage that would have happened to my heart from oxygen depravation. After we moved from that house, I never had any other dreams or experiences like it. I like to think that something benevolent saved me.
2008-10-31 03:31:10 PM
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One day about 20 years ago I came home from work and the TV is on. It's on channel 40 which is the Trinity Broadcasting Network (the Christian channel). That was weird because my roommates never left the TV on and also never watched that channel. I figured what the hell, I'll sit down and watch it for a while. The preacher starts talking about how if you've had any affliction for many years you should pray now and God will heal you. I'd had three big warts on the top of my hand for about 10 years. I prayed for God to remove them. That night I went to bed and about 3:00AM I was woken up. I looked straight up in the darkness and saw a big glowing, smiling face. It wasn't scary at all. It was just very very peaceful. The next morning I woke up and took a shower and the three warts fell off in my hand. They've never returned.
2008-10-31 03:27:43 PM
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In 2005 I purchased a very old house in Staten Island, NY. It was originally a governor's mansion that had been converted to a four family dwelling. While redoing the downstairs kitchen floor, we started uncovering bones. It didn't take long (we found a skull) before we realized they were real human remains. With the remains was a business card of a doctor.

After the forensic investigation we were told that during the 1918 flu, the bodies of family members were so abundant that they were occasionally buried outside in the yard with a business card of an undertaker or medical examiner.

What they told us they figured out was that the body was buried under a nearby tree, which, after so many years, grew it's roots so far that it pushed the remains under the house, into the kitchen.

My tenants who weren't privy to the incident had reported strange things happening in the house, like cold spots, and things being moved without explanation. Since we removed the remains the strange incidents ceased.

Meanwhile, I almost went under making the mortgage payments while the place was being investigated by the police. That was the most scary part for me...
2008-10-31 03:10:15 PM
1 votes:
I got a rock
2008-10-31 03:04:38 PM
1 votes:
My first story happened when I was about 9 or 10. My dad was a foreman on a cattle ranch in middle-of-nowhere, Texas. We were a mile from the highway, down a dirt road, 13 miles from the nearest podunk town.

So it's the heat of the day and everyone, including the ranch hands, were taking a siesta. My dad asked me to get some papers from his truck's glove compartment, because like all good cowboys he used his truck as his filing cabinet.

So I go out to the truck, which was parked in our little camp. The camp was made up of two single-wide mobile homes (one for me and dad, the other for the hands), a barn and a horse corral. The truck was parked next to the dirt road that ran back into the ranch.

I sat down in the passenger seat of the truck and proceeded digging through the glove compartment. I looked up and saw the silhouette of a man in a cowboy hat walk past the passenger window of the truck. Thinking it was one of the hands, I poked my head out the window to say hi.

There was no one there. There is no way anyone could have moved fast enough to hide or get to one of the buildings 20-30 feet away. I tried to rationalize it and realized the sun was on the wrong side of the truck to have produced a silhouette. I ran inside and told my dad that I had seen a ghost.

He took me outside and asked me to show him what had happened. The "ghost" was walking on the road next to the truck and walking towards the interior of the ranch. My dad took the whole thing very seriously and wrote all the details down in his diary.

About a month later we were driving through a part of the ranch that we hadn't been to in about two months because the road had washed out. It was a very large ranch, 80,000 acres.

As we are driving on this dirt road, my dad slams on the brakes and throws it in reverse. There next the road was a crude wooden cross. There was a name, hometown in Mexico, birthdate and deathdate scratched into the crosspiece. The cross was on the same road (several miles away from) where I had seen the ghost. The deathdate was the same date I had seen the ghost. My dad and I freaked out a little.

He figured out that it must have been a group of illegals trying to cross and one of them died from heatstroke or snakebite. He called Border Patrol and had them take the remains away.

Dad tried to explain that the man was trying to show someone where he was buried so he could go home to be buried properly.
Glad to help, dude.

Here is a weird/funny one.
My dad died about 6 months ago. He was a notorious prankster and always trying to scare me or play tricks.
I set up my cell phone to have the theme from "The Good the Bad and the Ugly" play when he called. He was the only one set with that ringtone.
When dad died, I never deleted his number. It felt too weird. So, I'm sitting home one night, about two months after he died. My phone starts playing The Good The Bad and The Ugly. I freaked out. I threw my phone across the room and started crying. It turned off. Then it started playing again. I answered the phone. It was my cousin.
He took care of my dad in the last months of his life. He found the cell phone and renewed the contract under his name, but kept the old number. Waste not, want not, right? He had no idea why I was screaming when I answered the phone. I explained and we laugh about that now. It was something dad would have laughed his ass off at.
2008-10-31 02:45:51 PM
1 votes:
late to the halloweenie party...anyway.


i wake up sometimes around 3ish, like wide freaking awake, so i usually go make some tea or something. i walked out of my room and headed down my hallway, when i saw this huge man thing, looked like it was almost 7 feet tall, doing a horrible float-shuffle.. maybe 4 feet away from me. all glowing, amorphic, fuzzy. of course i freaked the fark out and ran back to my room, locked the door, turned on the lights, hid under the covers etc. i chalked it up, the next day, to just being mostly asleep still and hallucinating it (of course). the exact same thing happened two more times in the next month...until i stopped going out there at night. moral of story: i moved. i don't believe in ghosts, spirits etc but that figure is something i can't remotely explain... brr.
2008-10-31 02:36:04 PM
1 votes:
how about this...

i got a voice mail on my cell the other day saying the warranty on my car was about to expire.

i never had a warranty....
2008-10-31 02:25:14 PM
1 votes:
I have two tales (one is a repeat from last year but always worth telling)

My dad worked for the Census bureau and got to know most of the temp employees they hired to enumerate houses. One retired lady was doing her route and she went to an apartment building where she interviewed a very nice old man. Later in the day, she & her boss noticed that there was a portion of the form that was missed. She went back the next day to get the additional information but no one was answering the buzzer. The manager of the building was going out and asked who she was looking for. She told him the apartment number and described the gentleman. The mgr said that the apartment was empty and the man described was the previous tenant who had died six months ago. When she took out the man's form, it was blank. Needless to say, she never did the census again (this one always creeps me out).


Second, the night my father died, I went to my mom's house with my new puppy and every time he would walk by my dad's bedroom (my mom is a horrific snorer plus he had been so ill, he needed his own bed) and stand there looking, like someone had gotten his attention. It really freaked me out.
2008-10-31 02:03:04 PM
1 votes:
Brett Favre: IF I READ OR ONE MORE STORY ABOUT POLITICS ON A THREAD THAT SHOULD HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH POLITICS I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KICK A KITTEN IN THE FACE

Bush is still having sex with his wife

/and i dont mean Dubya
2008-10-31 01:42:45 PM
1 votes:
This is absolutely true. Funny, but true. I was sleeping one night with my wife during our first year or two of marriage. I began having an incredibly vivid dream which progressed to a sleep paralysis state. During my dream/waking-dream state, I was being attacked by not one, but TWO Shoney's "Big Boys" (the pudgy little freckle-faced kids that used to festoon the Shoney's signs) who were absolutely devouring my legs (biting, scratching, tearing at). Finally, I was able to break the sleep paralysis and rolled to my side, drew back my right leg and kicked the little bastard as hard as I possibly could. I NAILED it! Well, my wife actually. But hey, my dream ended.
2008-10-31 01:36:37 PM
1 votes:
Well, when I first started dating my now wife, we had some really, really freaky occurrences happen around us.

The night in questions started out ok. We went for a walk, and ended up stopping in front of the big Catholic Church, St. Ignatius, right near the Mary praying over the children statue. We held each other close, and we knew then we would get married some day. We started walking back to campus, and the odd things started happening. Strange noises, movement I'd see out of the corner of my eyes.

As we got closer to the dorms, I saw a large shadowy something move in the bushes. The problem was, it wasn't necessarily the bushes that moved. My wife stopped, frozen, and said "Do you see that?". I saw very distinctly, two large yellow eyes staring at us, unblinking, and then the shadow moved and it was gone. We were thoroughly freaked out at this point, and we went hurried upstairs towards the light and got ready for bed.

That night I had a horrifyingly vivid dream of a large face with tentacles sprouting from her back screaming at me. I pushed her away, and when she turned over, I woke up. I still get chills to this day.
2008-10-31 01:29:11 PM
1 votes:
nothing too creepy, but definitely weird.

im in the air force, and i spent some time in korea this past year. the hallway i lived in was on the bottom floor, and drunk people would always turn off the light for some reason. eveytime i walked through the hallway, i could feel a malicious presence all around, and i got stronger as i approached a certain spot on the floor, with was right in front of the room next to mine. this spot was really strange, it was like someone held something above it and let it drip onto the floor, and swirled it around (a bloody knife perhaps?). but what really took the cake was when the light was off, i couldn't feel the presence. so i decided to test this, i stood near the spot, and had someone turn the light off. once it got dark, it felt almost like when your in the car, and someone rolls all the windows up at the same time; the air got really stiff, stagnant almost. my friend turned the light back on, and i felt the presence dissipate -- like rolling the windows back down -- and i heard a ringing in my ears, like someone screaming...

my friend who turned the lights back on said he heard the noise too, but slightly after he'd turned them on...

i heard it immediately after....

also, my tv turned itself on a few times over that year. i had to get up and turn it off manually, because the remote was on the other side of the room. before the aforementioned experiment, i would just turn it off and go back to bed, assuming it was just the tv being weird or some jackhole had a universal remote. but afterwards, i could feel that same presence in my farking room as soon as i turned the tv back off.

creeps me the farkout.
2008-10-31 12:35:20 PM
1 votes:
One time at band camp....
2008-10-31 12:26:55 PM
1 votes:
When my wife and I first got married, we lived out in the country in a house that once was a fancy, well-appointed home for a wealthy family many years prior. We thought we were getting the house cheap because it was in such poor repair.

Anyways, I had heard some of the locals talk about people who used to live in the house, decades before. It turns out that for some odd reason, it was the family's son who controlled their vast wealth, and the house that we bought was one of his many summer retreats.

I guess a life of untold riches made him cocky and foolhardy though, because he supposedly used to do really reckless, stupid stuff. The story that the guy at the old general store told me involved this kid thinking he could run the farm equipment by himself. He somehow farked up starting the tractor in the barn, and the kerosene from the engine ignited. When they found the kid after they spotted the fire, his legs had been basically shorn off by a large overhead beam falling on him, and he was burned almost beyond recognition, with his hair and most of the skin on his head fried to a crisp.

So, hearing this little story, I was suitably grossed out, but I thought little of it until a few months later. I noticed that as I would go from room to room while I was making repairs in the house, I would catch something small and white darting just out of my peripheral vision. I started to get a little unnerved.

It wasn't until a few months after that, though, that I sold the house and immediately relocated.

Late one night, I had gone downstairs to get a glass of water, when the small white flash appeared in another room, heading upstairs for the bedroom. I dropped my glass and headed back up the stairs, where my wife was sleeping. I heard a scream.

When I asked her what had happened, she babbled incoherently, seized with terror. I tried to get her to calm down, but it was no use. She had seen whatever it was, and whatever it was was too horrible to recount for her. She never spoke about it again, and we've been married twenty years.

The only word that I can remember making out when she was trying uselessly to talk about what she saw was "Casper".
2008-10-31 12:20:07 PM
1 votes:
My The Ring story -

Saw the movie late at night in the theatre. Afterward, I split off from my boyfriend and drive home, in the dark, past a horse farm, and down silent, pitch black roads. That's bad enough right there, and so my nerves are a little frazzled. I pull into my driveway and the door flies open - I nearly shiat, it's just my dad. Okay.

He gets ready to go to bed, I have a couple things I need to type up on the computer. So he's turning to go down the hall and I turn to the monitor.

Monitor goes black.

Monitor begins to flutter white static.

Monitor flashes the image of a well.

I freak RIGHT THE FARK OUT. I'm heaving, crying, my heartrate is through the roof, "TURNITOFFTURNITOFFTURNITOFF", absolutely paralyzed otherwise. My father is looking at me like I'm crazy. It's a screensaver.

Best part is he had no idea I was going to see that movie that night.
2008-10-31 12:09:09 PM
1 votes:
Two years ago, a friend decided to scare the shiat out of his brother. He talked me into helping. We all went to a hay ride one night. The plan was... my friend made an excuse to leave me and his brother. Then... after a few minutes, he was to jump out from behind a scare crow. Simple, right? Really thought this one would work. His brother jumped at anything and he was drunk.

Plan is going well, friend leaves. His brother and I are walking toward the scare crow. Next thing I know, I hear a sound coming from behind the scare crow. His brother jumped back... grabbed the wooden pole holding the scare crow... jabbed the pole in the direction of the sound. When the pole struck, it made a sucking sound.

Damn... I just knew he impaled my friend's face. The brother was stepping back trying to catch his breath. I go over to the pole just knowing it's going to be bad. Just at that time... my friend come running around the corner wondering what was going on. Come to find out, he was delayed by running into a few friends of his. When I went to where the scare crow was, his brother had stuck the pole into a pumpkin.

Since his brother passed out and did not remember anything, we decided not to talk about this ever again. I guess it's alright to post it. It was "The Night Mike Was Almost Killed By His Own Brother and Stupidity".
2008-10-31 11:57:38 AM
1 votes:
Last year, I made this video. (new window)

People then filmed kids watching the video. It was pretty cool to see different kids reacting in different ways:

A cute baby. (new window)

A future scream queen. (new window)

Two kids scared out of their minds. (new window)
2008-10-31 11:39:50 AM
1 votes:
Once, I was alone in a room, and I smelled a fart that wasn't mine.
2008-10-31 11:38:24 AM
1 votes:
I woke up one night completely frozen in my bed and completely rigid. My eyes worked and I could swivel them around but I couldn't move or yell (just like a terrible dream). I saw what I thought was an orb of dim light move across my room and as it came nearer I finally was able to move and scream... which I did like a schoolgirl in a blood-curdling fashion. I was like 15-16yrs. old at the time and still at home, my parents came running in and we were all totally freaked out and I tried to explain it all but was a mess. I kinda always carried it with me and it slightly bothered me and weirded me out.

In college by total accident I came across an account exactly like mine, and it was attributed to "Sleep Paralysis." Where you are woken from deep REM sleep but not completely awake. Many claim to sense a presence and it is generally given evil or ominous attributes. The orb is actually common because it has to do with nerves firing. I finally laid it to rest and while it was completely one of the scariest experiences of my life I'm glad it had a rational explanation.

/Oh, and one other time I woke up next to a friends mother in bed naked, both of us, in their house and she was a fairly hefty woman. That one had no rational explanation and now takes the #1 creepy spot in my book.
2008-10-31 11:38:23 AM
1 votes:
I posted this yesterday in another thread, but what the hell. Yesterday wasn't Halloween so here it is again.

I grew up in an old farmhouse and one day I was by myself at home. I needed to get more firewood, so I go down to the walk-out basement that has 6 ft +/- wood beam ceilings. While I'm down there, I heard heavy booted footsteps right above me that sounded like they walked right through our kitchen and toward the basement door. I didn't wait, I took off running outside the walk-out part and ran around to the other side of the pond to look in the upstairs windows. I didn't see anything. It got really cold after awhile so I went back in the house. I never heard it or anything like it ever again.

I was maybe 13 or 14 years old and I knew (or maybe I didn't) every sound that old house could make. I never saw anything and I never did find out what I heard. The fact that the original owner had hung himself in our barn during the Great Depression didn't help put my mind at ease, though.

/the old rope tied around the roof beam was still there
//they only ever cut the noose part off when they cut him down
2008-10-31 11:28:22 AM
1 votes:
The first house I ever lived in had a set of looooong basement steps. Well, it probably looked long to me because I was 7. But, my cousins and I would periodically play a little game where we'd dare each other to run into the basement while the lights were off, touch the far wall where a painting of an old man hung, and run back up. So one day, Cousin T and I (he was 8) are in the kitchen and he throws out the basement challenge.

A little background:
The painting of the old man on the wall was a large head portrait. I do not know if it was of a relative or just a random old black guy, but it always made us uneasy because the eyes would follow you around the basement.

So, I remember standing at the top of the basement stairs and looking down into the darkness and it looked like a soup. I had done it before but for some reason I was really dreading it this time but I wasn't going to let Cousin T call me a punk so I dive down the stairs and it PITCH black, except for the light coming from a small unpainted part of the window on the basement door. A little sliver of light came in and it lit up the left side of the painting. And as I ran towards the wall the only thing I could see was that old man's face. I touched the wall and here's where it got wierd. Running the other way, bak towards the steps it felt like somebody was holding me back. Almost like I was running into a semi-strong wind. I vividly remember feeling something pushing against me and when I looked back all I could see was half of that old man's face. So, I holler for Cousin T to turn the light on and he laughs and so I begin to scream it, knowing he would have to turn it on before my grandmother came downstairs to find out what the problem was. As SOON as the light came on it seemed like I was able to shoot out of the basement. It could all have been mental, but I have no doubt about what I felt.
2008-10-31 11:19:04 AM
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You are making out with your girlfriend when suddenly the phone rings. You pick up and ask, "Hello?" The voice on the other end says "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY DAUGHTER??" You ask your girlfriend how her dad got the number, but your girlfriend says her father's been dead for three years. THEN WHO WAS ON THE PHONE?
2008-10-31 11:16:44 AM
1 votes:
Huskadoodle: beefjerky: Right back at ya

*last word*


You can't has it, not yours. :-p
2008-10-31 11:14:37 AM
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MayoBoy: LineNoise: I'll have to dig through the archive to find it, as I hate typing it up every year, but I basically laid drywall in a haunted house.

I think I hung a wood floor in that same house.


how do you hang a wood floor?

Fail
2008-10-31 11:10:17 AM
1 votes:
Huskadoodle: beefjerky: Fail

*middle finger*


.|.. ..|.

Right back at ya
2008-10-31 11:05:22 AM
1 votes:
My father passed away 3 years ago. I kept having dreams about him standing near my bed while I slept. One morning when I woke up, 2 pieces of his jewerly was on my stomach and one of his pressed suits in my closet was on my bedroom floor all wrinkled. I don't know how this happened as I live alone and have no pets. This creeped me out so bad, I moved out of the apartment the next month, losing my deposit. Haven't heard from 'Dad' since.
2008-10-31 11:04:22 AM
1 votes:
I walked in on my parents having sex.

/what's a "pile-driver"?
2008-10-31 11:03:47 AM
1 votes:
...and then a black guy was elected President a few days later! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
2008-10-31 11:01:55 AM
1 votes:
I once drank a Natural Light Beer at a Halloween party. And here's the farking scariest part. After I finished it, I HAD ANOTHER!!!

/still scarred from the experience.
2008-10-31 11:01:20 AM
1 votes:
Huskadoodle: Oh look, I'm in a TFD thread!

*Waves hysterically*


Fail
2008-10-31 11:00:57 AM
1 votes:
I requested an advanced ballot by mail
Received said ballot
Used a pen that bled through the ballot
Requested a second advanced ballot by mail
Received a god damn PROVISIONAL ballot

Currently trying to contact the Sec of State, Election office, etc.

After 2 years of all this bullshiat, the ads, the phone calls, the meaningless bickering with people. I may be robbed of my vote because of a god damn pen.
2008-10-31 11:00:07 AM
1 votes:
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.

The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.

He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn't make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."

-Meh. I thought it was good
2008-10-31 10:57:39 AM
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