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2019-10-31 10:50:49 AM  
I'm a 'non-believer' but do admit that weird things happen now and then (how one *proves* what the weird things are can be a discussion for another day).   There are three examples of stuff from my family, two fall into the 'precognition' category and not 'ghost stories' per se., the other is, well, not sure.

1)   My Dad was driving up our long driveway (lived in a rural area) and my older brother looked out of the picture window and said "Dad brought Kentucky Fried Chicken!".    I remember being really excited about this and wondering how my brother knew.  Now, this is the late 70's, so my Dad would not have called home to say he was doing this.  And, the KFC bag was kept on the floor of the passenger side of the car, so there is absolutely no way my brother could have seen it.

2) This one is very distinct.   Now it is the early 80's, so I am maybe 12-14 when this happened.   I remember that I was having a dream about something, but then the dream was DISTINCTLY and suddenly interrupted with an image blast.  Almost a cerebral "We interrupt this program" moment.   Imagine watching a cartoon in low-res and then it suddenly cuts over to a high-res real life photo.  The image sort of looked like the end of our driveway, but there were lights at weird angles and sort of misty.   So, the image snapped me awake and I sat up in bed, kinda pissed off that my sleep was disrupted.   I then heard sounds from downstairs that were my mom and dad talking.   So I waddled downstairs to find out what was what.   My mom was on the phone while my dad was pulling on his coat and going out the front door.   I looked out the picture window..... and saw at the end of our driveway a car flipped up on its side across the road, headlights still on, on a misty night.

3) Keep this short:  for a period of time (told to me MANY years later), my Dad acquired -- in his early 30's apparently -- an ability to see 'auras'.   He worked in corrections, and he started being able to predict intentions of the inmates based on a 'glow' he could see around them.   He apparently (and perhaps obviously) never told anyone about it at work.   Eventually, according to him, his Christian beliefs seemed to have guilted him out of the ability to see the auras.
 
2019-10-31 10:51:22 AM  

chknjetski: And my Halloween is Happy once again.


My feelings are mixed.  I was able to share but hope I didn't disappoint sherpa18 with my obviously bullshiat* story.

*or is it?
 
2019-10-31 10:54:50 AM  

ObscureNameHere: Jerseysteve22: What happened to the guy from Maine who went into the woods to investigate something weird? Is he still around? I forgot what year that story was from. 2012ish?

Never posted a follow-up as far as I know. Also, don't think that login showed up ever again in a thread.


Well, it was either true and something bad happened, or he was damn committed to the act, excellent story either way:

https://www.fark.com/comments/7408886​/​80387820#c80387820

Username was Tharkin, had been around five years before that story.
 
2019-10-31 11:04:53 AM  

hiredgoonz: ObscureNameHere: Jerseysteve22: What happened to the guy from Maine who went into the woods to investigate something weird? Is he still around? I forgot what year that story was from. 2012ish?

Never posted a follow-up as far as I know. Also, don't think that login showed up ever again in a thread.

Well, it was either true and something bad happened, or he was damn committed to the act, excellent story either way:

https://www.fark.com/comments/7408886/​80387820#c80387820

Username was Tharkin, had been around five years before that story.


For some reason I seem to recall from a previous year's thread that he had posted comments in other, unrelated threads after the turkeyfeathers incident. I have not investigated personally.

Not sure which is more worrying, that he never came back or that he came back and never spoke again of what happened.
 
2019-10-31 11:19:50 AM  
I'm a curious skeptic, and an atheist-with-benefits; I know that the natural world is far stranger than we realize, and also that I don't know everything.
That being said, I might as well be psychically deaf. I've lived in several spooky old houses, hung out in graveyards, been 3rd shift security for two museums housed on old grounds or in old buildings, been ghost hunting, and to this day I think I've accidentally been the cause of more ghost stories than the recipient.
Another example: I've been camping in the same woods with the same fool friends for 30 years. We're nice people, but we're...an acquired taste. And our annual camping date used to be around Halloween.
So, around 2015 my husband and I were giving motorcycle camping a try, up the ridge from the usual spot. We are completely alone in a deserted campground...nowhere near, I might add, the Northwest Coast. In fact, we're slightly south of Indianapolis. So imagine my surprise when an all-black suv (with blacked-out windows) roars up and steps right in front of us. An older couple get out, looking this way and that, and hand me this card:
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They haven't even said hello. I'm pretty much speechless in mutual embarrassment, because after a moment of questioning, I discover that these south-of-Indianapolis Sasquatch sightings go back roughly 20 years, about the time my 6'4" idiot friend discovered Ghillie suits and insisted on wearing one every year:
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I pulled up the photo and tried to explain, but their eyes glazed over, they turned around, got in their creepy suv, and roared off without saying goodbye.
Seriously, folks, I'm not trying to yuck anyone's yum here, but Bigfoot doesn't live south of Indianapolis. I apologize for my idiot friends and any confusion we might have caused.

This guy, however:
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Catsquatch is out there. And if you don't fill up his mug with butt drugs, there's no telling what he might do.

💀
 
2019-10-31 11:21:08 AM  

ottebx: Wendigogo: God I miss that place.


Cool story. Any pics of this fabulous mansion?

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I lived on the 3rd story - where the green dormers are. There was also a full attic and Silence of the Lambs style basement. I had access to the whole place. Being the only one there was creepy as hell.


I think there is some...thing...standing there and waving. Top of the stairs on the right.
 
2019-10-31 11:21:17 AM  

Honest Geologist: hiredgoonz: ObscureNameHere: Jerseysteve22: What happened to the guy from Maine who went into the woods to investigate something weird? Is he still around? I forgot what year that story was from. 2012ish?

Never posted a follow-up as far as I know. Also, don't think that login showed up ever again in a thread.

Well, it was either true and something bad happened, or he was damn committed to the act, excellent story either way:

https://www.fark.com/comments/7408886/​80387820#c80387820

Username was Tharkin, had been around five years before that story.

For some reason I seem to recall from a previous year's thread that he had posted comments in other, unrelated threads after the turkeyfeathers incident. I have not investigated personally.

Not sure which is more worrying, that he never came back or that he came back and never spoke again of what happened.


Ah, you're right, mentioned here:

https://www.fark.com/comments/8913597​/​99456843#c99456843

Only took the time to verify one of them:

https://www.fark.com/comments/7609705​/​82728787#c82728787
 
2019-10-31 11:23:16 AM  
hiredgoonz:

Must. Not.  Cannot. Resist.  B-ahhh!

it also seems strange to run across fiber trunks run under this river, in the middle of the woods.
The shortest path between two commercial opportunities is the straightest line you can make.


On the other side of the river, same fiber line, actually called AT&T about this to try and figure out what was up...they didn't know, but were very concerned about why I wanted to know...

(a) Wouldn't you be concerned by some rando's interest in your employer's multi-million dollar and largely unprotected infrastructure investment?

(b) "they didn't know": ATT couldn't find their business plan ass with both hands.
 
2019-10-31 11:25:22 AM  

ObscureNameHere: I'm a 'non-believer' but do admit that weird things happen now and then (how one *proves* what the weird things are can be a discussion for another day).   There are three examples of stuff from my family, two fall into the 'precognition' category and not 'ghost stories' per se., the other is, well, not sure.

1)   My Dad was driving up our long driveway (lived in a rural area) and my older brother looked out of the picture window and said "Dad brought Kentucky Fried Chicken!".    I remember being really excited about this and wondering how my brother knew.  Now, this is the late 70's, so my Dad would not have called home to say he was doing this.  And, the KFC bag was kept on the floor of the passenger side of the car, so there is absolutely no way my brother could have seen it.


Reminds me of me when I was young, around 10-12. I would be in the living room just drawing, or watching TV and all the sudden I would look over at the phone and say "The phone is going to ring" and it would ring. Also I was good at the carnival games where you would put a quarter down on what color or number you think the spinning wheel would land on. I always would win those first try. Won a lot of stuffed animals and stretched soda bottles with colored water in them. When I hit puberty I slowly lost those "guessing/knowing" abilities. Noticed at 13 I couldn't predict when the phone would ring anymore, and I didn't always win the carnival guessing games, just sometimes.  Had to spend like 5 quarters instead of just one. By the time I was 14 all the powers were gone. Too bad. I never got a chance to try and win the lottery. They didn't have it back then in VA.

I still am what you would call a "sensitive" I guess. When I walk into a haunted place I feel something like electricity, sometimes it stops me in my place it's so strong. Back in 2005 I was walking down the sidewalk past this place "The Angel Inn" in Niagara-by-the-Lake Ontario once. Had no clue about its history or anything about it. i wasn't even looking up. Was looking at the ground. All the sudden I feel this jolt of electricity that stops me in my tracks. I look up and see this:
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A cheerful, yellow house with angels on it. I thought "This can't be haunted. It's got angels on it for Christ's sake." I continued on. After getting home to VA I was on Newsgroups (remember them) and downloaded a season of ghost shows (took forever and bad quality to boot) called "The Girly Ghosthunters". Canadian all-girl ghost hunting team. One of the episodes was at The Angel Inn. I was like "WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?" Turns out its one of the most haunted places in Canada.

You can watch the episode here where they explore it:
https://youtu.be/wtdIIDlfvg4
 
2019-10-31 11:26:24 AM  

SansNeural: hiredgoonz:

Must. Not.  Cannot. Resist.  B-ahhh!

it also seems strange to run across fiber trunks run under this river, in the middle of the woods.
The shortest path between two commercial opportunities is the straightest line you can make.


On the other side of the river, same fiber line, actually called AT&T about this to try and figure out what was up...they didn't know, but were very concerned about why I wanted to know...

(a) Wouldn't you be concerned by some rando's interest in your employer's multi-million dollar and largely unprotected infrastructure investment?

(b) "they didn't know": ATT couldn't find their business plan ass with both hands.


Hahaha, that's fair...

Discovered all this stuff right around Halloween when I was more receptive to a sinister explanation.
 
2019-10-31 11:28:54 AM  
No actual spooky stories from me this year. But I will post a few photos of a job I was on this summer. We were going around investigating abandoned mine sites in northern Ontario in preparation for investigations and cleanups if necessary. Nothing supernatural beyond the incredibly creepy feeling you get knowing that you're standing above hundreds of metres of subterranean tunnels, or on top of a capped mine shaft, or a few feet away from an OPEN mine shaft in the middle of the woods, and that you drove an hour on gravel logging roads to get here and no one will find you if you disappear...

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2019-10-31 11:40:43 AM  
So one of the sites, you access from a pretty well-maintained road. Unlike a lot of the sites, there are cottages in the area, as well as forestry and mineral exploration, and as a result, the site has been pretty heavily accessed and vandalized. Somebody even set up a little shooting range. Anyway, you come from behind the mill building and leach tanks, as shown in this drone photo:

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So I drove in, looked around the yard (covered in bright orange mine tailings), took some photos of the debris, and only then did I look behind me to see a truck peeping at me from inside the mill building:

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Scared the absolute bejeezus out of me. Turns out it was an abandoned truck, but it was impossible to know in the darkness of the mill building until I got closer. Those few steps up to the truck to check whether there was anyone in it were nerve-wracking. I mean, I had my permission to access forms on me, but I had already seen the shooting range mentioned above...

The other thing was, the mill building STUNK. I've smelled about every chemical contaminant known to humanity, and this was... maybe PCBs/transformer oil but not quite. Even if PCBs was all it was, that's plenty spooky for me.
 
2019-10-31 11:41:12 AM  
Here's a thread I wrote. (The malaise of the modern writer.)
 
2019-10-31 11:42:24 AM  
And of course, the sp000kiest place of all:

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2019-10-31 11:43:44 AM  

SomeFarkinFarmgirl: I'm sure that you ... STORY


Thanks a lot. That was God performing one last test of humanity. You were our representative, and you failed. All it took was enough decency to help a little girl face during a tragedy. As you passed, God showed the face he wore as he bombed Gomorrah.

We would all be living in paradise now, but instead, we are here.

{{shivers}}
 
2019-10-31 11:47:05 AM  

Honest Geologist: No actual spooky stories from me this year. But I will post a few photos of a job I was on this summer. We were going around investigating abandoned mine sites in northern Ontario in preparation for investigations and cleanups if necessary. Nothing supernatural beyond the incredibly creepy feeling you get knowing that you're standing above hundreds of metres of subterranean tunnels, or on top of a capped mine shaft, or a few feet away from an OPEN mine shaft in the middle of the woods, and that you drove an hour on gravel logging roads to get here and no one will find you if you disappear...

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That *is* actually scary.  Even more so because it is demonstrably *real*.

In many cases the potential, long-term social and economic cost far outstrips the profits some individuals made up to the point where they gave up, dropped their tools and walked away... leaving the final costs to be paid by others in health, lives and taxes.
 
2019-10-31 12:09:00 PM  
I tried to post this earlier, but it looks like the FARK ghost in the machine sacrificed it to Cthulhu.

I have two stories for the occasion, neither of which I tell particularly often for my own reasons.

1) Many years ago (like 20), I delivered pizza in Fairborn, Ohio. I had a delivery one night off Trebein Rd, which used to be pretty much a two lane country road running north/south on the east side of town. I think I was delivering to one of the new at the time apartment complexes they were tearing up good forest to build. As I turned north off Dayton-Yellow Springs, I saw a woman in what looked like a wedding dress walking south down the road. Mind you, this was around 7PM, and a bit after dusk, so this was odd to begin with. As I was early and the customer was a crappy tipper, I had to problem pulling off to find out what the fark was going on. (This was before cell phones became so prevalent, so at best, about all I could have reasonably done was run her back to the BP on Dayton-Yellow Springs, but...) Anyway, in the minute it took to get pulled over and get out of my POS Isuzu P/up, the lady vanished. I mean, no sign anywhere. Not in the ditch, the field, or the road. I get a bit creeped out, finish the delivery, and go back to the store. I told my manager about the incident, and a few days later, he handed me on of Chris Woodyard's Haunted Ohio books, which proved I wasn't the only one to have that unique experience.

2) Not spooky, per se, but one I keep in the back of my mind with the vision of the 16 gay bears singing "Lips Like Sugar" in 16 part harmony when I had DKA 10 years ago. At the time, I was living in Springfield, Mo, and working at the liquor store location that time forgot. Literally a shack that sat outside city limits to sell beer and whiskey to people going home to Republic or Battlefield, or getting liquid courage up before hitting either of the two adult emporiums out that way. The store was normally not very busy, so we had dispensation to read as long as we kept up on the side work. One particular night, I was busy reading some silly Sci-Fi novel involving idiots and gravity elevators until I wasn't. Instead, I found myself floating in a black vois surrounded by glowing blobby things that were mildly 80's florescent. They kept chanting weird New Age crap like "I am love and you are love and we are love..." like a bad "I am the Walrus" cover, until one said "Tell him he is loved" and I was suddenly back with my future teenagers trying to get to space. I had this distinct urge to call someone, with my brain swinging between my mom and a friend of mine. I ended up dialing my friend back in Ohio, who informed me his mom had died while I was at work. While I'd only met her once or twice, I was somewheat comforted she reached out to me, even with New Age Aquarian BS, to comfort her son.
 
2019-10-31 12:09:16 PM  

Jake Havechek: Correction: glass wall was on my right side when I was facing the TV.


well now I don't believe any of it!!11!
 
2019-10-31 12:17:51 PM  

funk_soul_bubby: Here's a thread I wrote. (The malaise of the modern writer.)


Now that's how you tell a tale.
 
2019-10-31 12:26:37 PM  

Squid_for_Brains: I'm a curious skeptic, and an atheist-with-benefits; I know that the natural world is far stranger than we realize, and also that I don't know everything.
That being said, I might as well be psychically deaf. I've lived in several spooky old houses, hung out in graveyards, been 3rd shift security for two museums housed on old grounds or in old buildings, been ghost hunting, and to this day I think I've accidentally been the cause of more ghost stories than the recipient.
Another example: I've been camping in the same woods with the same fool friends for 30 years. We're nice people, but we're...an acquired taste. And our annual camping date used to be around Halloween.
So, around 2015 my husband and I were giving motorcycle camping a try, up the ridge from the usual spot. We are completely alone in a deserted campground...nowhere near, I might add, the Northwest Coast. In fact, we're slightly south of Indianapolis. So imagine my surprise when an all-black suv (with blacked-out windows) roars up and steps right in front of us. An older couple get out, looking this way and that, and hand me this card:
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They haven't even said hello. I'm pretty much speechless in mutual embarrassment, because after a moment of questioning, I discover that these south-of-Indianapolis Sasquatch sightings go back roughly 20 years, about the time my 6'4" idiot friend discovered Ghillie suits and insisted on wearing one every year:
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I pulled up the photo and tried to explain, but their eyes glazed over, they turned around, got in their creepy suv, and roared off without saying goodbye.
Seriously, folks, I'm not trying to yuck anyone's yum here, but Bigfoot doesn't live south of Indianapolis. I apologize for my idiot friends and any confusion we might have caused.

This guy, however:
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Catsquatch is out there. And if you don't fill up his mug with butt drugs, there's no telling what he might do.

💀


are you talking about Morgan County, such as Monrovia? The Sasquatch legends there abound. Whole posse of friends went hunting, they tried to get me to go, I said Uh UH. The woods behind my friends house was spooky as hell, with a lot of weird rituals going on back there. One of my friends came back and said there were bones of a dog there.

No flipping way did I ever tempt fate by exploring those woods with the strange noises eminating
 
2019-10-31 12:28:17 PM  
Last year, we went for vacation in Jekyll Island, GA, supposedly one of the most haunted places in america, yada yada yada.

There dozens of these swanky turn of the last century mansions and being a big dork for architecture, I'm photographing some of the now empty mansions. I get this one that is one of the oldest on the island and it's abandoned. I walk up onto the porch and peek in the windows and it is absolutely perfect inside, empty, but immaculate. Being the scumbag kind of guy I am, I try the handle. No dice, it's locked.
I walk out front to get a pic of the front of the house and the auto-face detection centers on a second story window. The window is empty and I just sorta chuckle and restart the camera. Turn the camera back on and the same thing happens. Auto-face detect centers on the same second story window. The hairs go up on the back of my neck. I shut the camera off again and walk closer to the house, thinking it's an old building and the windows were probably hand made and the glass is reflecting the evening light unevenly. I turn the camera on again and the auto-face detect once again centers right on the same second story window. I'm now officially interested and walk up on the palatial front porch and try the front door handle. Locked as well. I turn the camera on and now the auto-face detect centers on the window in the front door. Again, I shut the camera down and restart, it does the same thing again. I look at the door window and smile and wave.  I walk away with an uneasy feeling.

After reviewing the photos, there was nothing in any of the windows I could see
 
2019-10-31 12:37:45 PM  

EviLincoln: Last year, we went for vacation in Jekyll Island, GA, supposedly one of the most haunted places in america, yada yada yada.

There dozens of these swanky turn of the last century mansions and being a big dork for architecture, I'm photographing some of the now empty mansions. I get this one that is one of the oldest on the island and it's abandoned. I walk up onto the porch and peek in the windows and it is absolutely perfect inside, empty, but immaculate. Being the scumbag kind of guy I am, I try the handle. No dice, it's locked.
I walk out front to get a pic of the front of the house and the auto-face detection centers on a second story window. The window is empty and I just sorta chuckle and restart the camera. Turn the camera back on and the same thing happens. Auto-face detect centers on the same second story window. The hairs go up on the back of my neck. I shut the camera off again and walk closer to the house, thinking it's an old building and the windows were probably hand made and the glass is reflecting the evening light unevenly. I turn the camera on again and the auto-face detect once again centers right on the same second story window. I'm now officially interested and walk up on the palatial front porch and try the front door handle. Locked as well. I turn the camera on and now the auto-face detect centers on the window in the front door. Again, I shut the camera down and restart, it does the same thing again. I look at the door window and smile and wave.  I walk away with an uneasy feeling.

After reviewing the photos, there was nothing in any of the windows I could see


You could have posted the pic for us :-P
 
2019-10-31 12:40:29 PM  
This is the closest I have to a real life haunted house story.

Disclaimer: I don't believe in haunted houses, ghosts, or super demons from outer space. I do, however, reserve some superstitions purely for the sake of my entertainment and nothing more. That said, I hope the following narrative doesn't paint me too much of a weirdo.

Years ago, a friend of mine had recently moved to a new home and asked that I helped move some boxes and furniture. To my understanding, the house was on the market for a long while (I didn't know the history of it because I was from out of state). He told me that there were some spooky rumors about the house that he couldn't wait to look into. And ugh, his social group gave him all the encouragement. They complained about all rickety floors, ugly windows, and dark corridors. If you ask me, it was a farking normal three bedroom house. The 'weighty, dark' vibe to it was because the house didn't catch much sun. The place was built on a janky slope down the valley, making 11 am feel like 5 pm. That's pretty much all the terror here.

Well, he's that one friend we all have that really hoped it was haunted, so he went a little overboard looking for the history of the place. He tore up and down checking what serial killers visited there or what kind of murders took place. Nothing--just an ordinary place on a terrible location. After about a week in, however, he finally found some luck.

There was a notebook in the attic. I know, classic, right? He passed it to me without a word and asked me to check it out. I opened it and read the first entry, which was about this woman who absolutely hated her husband. At first I was a little amused by the awkwardness of this sort of thing, but the topic of the matter and the entries didn't stop. From front to back, this entire notebook was filled with pure, written hatred. I understand that not a lot of people would find this haunting, but I'm the sensitive sort, and just reading one page of it made me a little queasy. None of the entries were dated, and it was difficult to see where she started and stopped. I couldn't tell you how old it was either, but If there ever was such thing as a cursed item, it would be that thing.

I don't know what he ever did with it, but every now and again, I bring up the 'hate book' to my wife to check if we're still cool.
 
2019-10-31 12:51:39 PM  
Not exactly scary but I grew up in New England close to one of the oldest cemeteries in America. It has headstones going back to the late 1600's to about the mid 1800's. It has this one above ground crypt (low level rectangular brick with a granite lid) that every few Halloweens gets broken into. Some kids will try and push the cover off thinking they'll see a skeleton or something not realizing that what ever was originally put in there turned to dust long ago. My mother is on the local historical commission and over the years said commission has tried to stop this activity. I suggested that they rig it so the top opens easily and put a little note inside explaining things and/or on Halloween have someone in there ready to pop out. But that's just me.
 
2019-10-31 12:52:21 PM  
I've had no luck finding ghosts; however, I'm an avid outdoorsperson and goth chick, so I find forgotten graves and cemeteries in the deep woods constantly.
Indiana was completely deforested by 1900, which caused environmental collapse, which caused many people on the poorest farmland (the hills) to have to sell it by the 1930s, which caused the Civilian Conservation Corps to come in and aggressively plant as many trees as possible. So all of our state and federal wildernesses have the ruins of old homesteads.
The trickiest one to find was so deep in the forest, off of where a reservoir flooded an old town, that we had to download survey maps from the 1940s to even guess. Most of the gravestones in these areas predate literacy and masonry skills, but some count as folk art.
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And this one from a hill above the flooded town:
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But the absolute most remote gravestone I ever photographed was south of Red Lake, Ontario, at the site of a former logging camp. There were no other stones. We had to fight our way the mere 20 feet into the woods to get to it. We needed a machete.
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Then the Ontario provincial bird swarmed us, we freaked the hell out, and clawed our way back to camp, flailing and cursing.
Never again.
 
2019-10-31 1:12:59 PM  

Squid_for_Brains: Indiana was completely deforested by 1900, which caused environmental collapse, which caused many people on the poorest farmland (the hills) to have to sell it by the 1930s, which caused the Civilian Conservation Corps to come in and aggressively plant as many trees as possible. So all of our state and federal wildernesses have the ruins of old homesteads.


O hai.I know a little about that. Here's old video of my dad taking his fifth grade class to an old "black" cemetery that's right up the road from the farm. I actually tracked down Oliver Burnett's ancestors. =)

(Incidentally most of his information came from Van Sanders as mentioned in my thread above.)

Dennis Watterson teaching his Burris Elementary kids about local Mitchell history
Youtube a-SStutbz1A
 
2019-10-31 1:14:13 PM  

Honest Geologist: No actual spooky stories from me this year. But I will post a few photos of a job I was on this summer. We were going around investigating abandoned mine sites in northern Ontario in preparation for ear...


Cobalt! Cobalt!

If you live there,it's your fault!
 
2019-10-31 1:15:56 PM  

Squid_for_Brains: Then the Ontario provincial bird swarmed us


That is one bad-ass bird.
 
2019-10-31 1:19:02 PM  

SansNeural: Squid_for_Brains: Then the Ontario provincial bird swarmed us

That is one bad-ass bird.


I am still not clear on how a Loon 'swarmed' someone.    Whenever I've seen them, they are on a lake, usually no more than one or two at any given time.
 
2019-10-31 1:20:07 PM  

ObscureNameHere: Honest Geologist: No actual spooky stories from me this year. But I will post a few photos of a job I was on this summer. We were going around investigating abandoned mine sites in northern Ontario in preparation for ear...

Cobalt! Cobalt!

If you live there,it's your fault!


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We had a couple sites right in Cobalt where there were basically tailings in people's backyards. Also unconfirmed rumours of a capped mineshaft somewhere under the schoolyard of the elementary school.

But most of them were way off the beaten path, in the middle of the woods. Same kind of infrastructure that you see preserved in Cobalt, but deteriorating much worse.

Another scary story is that the Town of Cobalt owns an air-powered mucker that sits out in the elements all year, and once a year they fire it up for the annual mining skills competition (sponsored by the above establishment). The guys from Kirkland Lake Gold apparently say it's in better condition than the actual machinery they use underground every day.
 
2019-10-31 1:22:06 PM  

DisseminationMonkey: Here are all the previous spooky story threads from each year since it started: 
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Going by "Smart" votes, yours is the 13th scariest story in this thread so far.
 
2019-10-31 1:23:47 PM  

Honest Geologist: ObscureNameHere: Honest Geologist: No actual spooky stories from me this year. But I will post a few photos of a job I was on this summer. We were going around investigating abandoned mine sites in northern Ontario in preparation for ear...

Cobalt! Cobalt!

If you live there,it's your fault!

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We had a couple sites right in Cobalt where there were basically tailings in people's backyards. Also unconfirmed rumours of a capped mineshaft somewhere under the schoolyard of the elementary school.

But most of them were way off the beaten path, in the middle of the woods. Same kind of infrastructure that you see preserved in Cobalt, but deteriorating much worse.

Another scary story is that the Town of Cobalt owns an air-powered mucker that sits out in the elements all year, and once a year they fire it up for the annual mining skills competition (sponsored by the above establishment). The guys from Kirkland Lake Gold apparently say it's in better condition than the actual machinery they use underground every day.


Yes, it is an odd little place.  The only reason I knew that little nursery rhyme ditty about it is that my wife grew-up one town over from Cobalt.     Guess even among 'the Tri-towns' there was a social pecking order, with Cobalt being at the bottom.
 
2019-10-31 1:25:39 PM  
Alright, it's slowed down some here at work, so I can tell you about the second time a ghost touched/hurt me.

"Show me on the doll where the bad ghost touched you"

But seriously, this experience was the most painful one, and stayed with me for days.

So I'm posting these in chronological order, because I kind of have OCD and have to do it that way. The first time a ghost touched me was at The Round House in Fremantle, Australia. March 2001. This second time was in Cartagena, Colombia. This happened on December 7, 2010. I know the exact date because I looked in the Facebook album I made so I could grab some pics to post here, but the ones I found on Google images are better, so I'll mostly use those.

I was in Cartagena because I was on a cruise visiting South America and Central America. As it was my first time visiting Cartagena or Colombia, I took a ship's organized tour to see all the "must-see" things in Cartagena. One of the stops was this impressive place, Castillo San Felipe de Barajas.
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Info from various websites about it: The castle is located on the Hill of San Lázaro in a strategic location, dominating approaches to the city by land or sea. It was built by the Spanish during the colonial era. Construction began in the year 1536, and it was originally known as the Castillo de San Lázaro, It was expanded in 1657. The colonial-era castle will forever be known as the most impregnable fortress ever built by the Spanish in the Americas. The unconquerable one, the one that could never be breached. The Chuck Norris of fortresses, one might say (no relation). Although I see on Wikpedia that in the 1697 raid on Cartagena, during the War of the Grand Alliance, the castle fell to the French privateer Baron de Pointis.


The British couldn't take it. They tried, in 1741, with 23,000 of their mightiest and bravest soldiers, and 200 of their best ships. And still they hit a brick wall. Literally and figuratively speaking. Lord Edward Vernon's attack on Castillo San Felipe is perhaps the most famous attack on the fortress, in what became known as the Battle of Cartagena de Indias. This was one of Britain's most catastrophic losses, and an especially embarrassing one, as the fort was held by merely half a dozen ships and 3,000 Spanish troops, who managed to hold their ground for a whole month before the Brits retreated.

So anyway, my experience happened in the underground tunnels. Quite spooky things.
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Pic I took:
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Our tour guide said the Spanish used to stand at the sides, down the side tunnels, and when a tall gringo tried to walk by they would stab them in the sides with their bayonets and they never saw it coming. So I'm a tall gringo....can you see where this is going? I was walking along thru the tunnels minding my own business, taking pics, when from a side tunnel on the left, right as I walk by, I get a very sharp pain on my left side just above my belt. I'm not an anatomy expert, but I guess it would be the left kidney area? It really felt like I was stabbed by a ghost bayonet. That pain stayed with me days and it hurt a lot. I had never felt pain in that area before or since, so no idea what it was, but I think it's more than a confidence that it happened right where the tour guide said the Spanish defenders of the fort used to stab tall white guy invaders in the side with bayonets.
 
2019-10-31 1:26:40 PM  
ObscureNameHere:

I took my wife on a romantic weekend there once. We had a blast going to the museum and driving around to all the old sites... but of course we stayed and ate in New Liskeard.

At the museum gift shop, they had sheet music for "The Cobalt Song" (circa 1912), with a chorus that went "Sing a song of Cobalt/If you don'tlive there, it's your fault!"

And I think SansNeutral is talking about the other provincial bird... them six-legged carnivorous hummingbirds...
 
2019-10-31 1:28:51 PM  

ObscureNameHere: SansNeural: Squid_for_Brains: Then the Ontario provincial bird swarmed us

That is one bad-ass bird.

I am still not clear on how a Loon 'swarmed' someone.    Whenever I've seen them, they are on a lake, usually no more than one or two at any given time.


It isn't a joke about mosquitoes?
 
2019-10-31 1:29:18 PM  

funk_soul_bubby: Squid_for_Brains: Indiana was completely deforested by 1900, which caused environmental collapse, which caused many people on the poorest farmland (the hills) to have to sell it by the 1930s, which caused the Civilian Conservation Corps to come in and aggressively plant as many trees as possible. So all of our state and federal wildernesses have the ruins of old homesteads.

O hai.I know a little about that. Here's old video of my dad taking his fifth grade class to an old "black" cemetery that's right up the road from the farm. I actually tracked down Oliver Burnett's ancestors. =)

(Incidentally most of his information came from Van Sanders as mentioned in my thread above.)

[YouTube video: Dennis Watterson teaching his Burris Elementary kids about local Mitchell history]


My (now elderly) mother lived in Mitchell for a period during her very fraught childhood. One of the few remaining black residents worked at the corner store, and would sneak penny candies to her and her four siblings, because he knew they  hardly had five cents for actual food.
She never forgot that kindness.
 
2019-10-31 1:37:26 PM  

Walker: That pain stayed with me days and it hurt a lot. I had never felt pain in that area before or since


Don't be too concerned.  It was a helpful spirit dislodging a kidney stone before it got to big to pass.  Musta been a small one that got stuck near the top of the ureter before finally straightening up and moving on out.
 
2019-10-31 1:40:38 PM  

Astorix: Squid_for_Brains: I'm a curious skeptic, and an atheist-with-benefits; I know that the natural world is far stranger than we realize, and also that I don't know everything.
That being said, I might as well be psychically deaf. I've lived in several spooky old houses, hung out in graveyards, been 3rd shift security for two museums housed on old grounds or in old buildings, been ghost hunting, and to this day I think I've accidentally been the cause of more ghost stories than the recipient.
Another example: I've been camping in the same woods with the same fool friends for 30 years. We're nice people, but we're...an acquired taste. And our annual camping date used to be around Halloween.
So, around 2015 my husband and I were giving motorcycle camping a try, up the ridge from the usual spot. We are completely alone in a deserted campground...nowhere near, I might add, the Northwest Coast. In fact, we're slightly south of Indianapolis. So imagine my surprise when an all-black suv (with blacked-out windows) roars up and steps right in front of us. An older couple get out, looking this way and that, and hand me this card:
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They haven't even said hello. I'm pretty much speechless in mutual embarrassment, because after a moment of questioning, I discover that these south-of-Indianapolis Sasquatch sightings go back roughly 20 years, about the time my 6'4" idiot friend discovered Ghillie suits and insisted on wearing one every year:
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I pulled up the photo and tried to explain, but their eyes glazed over, they turned around, got in their creepy suv, and roared off without saying goodbye.
Seriously, folks, I'm not trying to yuck anyone's yum here, but Bigfoot doesn't live south of Indianapolis. I apologize for my idiot friends and any confusion we might have caused.

This guy, however:
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Catsquatch is out there. And if you don't fill up his mug with butt drugs, there's no telling what he might do.

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are you talking about Morgan County, such as Monrovia? The Sasquatch legends there abound. Whole posse of friends went hunting, they tried to get me to go, I said Uh UH. The woods behind my friends house was spooky as hell, with a lot of weird rituals going on back there. One of my friends came back and said there were bones of a dog there.

No flipping way did I ever tempt fate by exploring those woods with the strange noises eminating


Our fool asses were haunting Morgan-Monroe State Forest, specifically the Draper Cabin area. That's another haunted spot where absolutely nothing happens. That, and Stepp Cemetery up the road. The big frustration is that all the urban legends and TV shows are attracting arseholes and vandals.
I really don't want this (standing, with repairs, since the 1860s) to get burned down by some prick because the ghosts didn't haunt on demand:
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You can go online and rent it for a weekend. The place is absolutely beautiful. But be good to it: it's special to a lot of folks.
 
2019-10-31 1:42:31 PM  
In 2000, I lived in San Jose with my now ex-wife. We went out one late-fall/early-winter evening around 7 pm going somewhere in Los Gatos (I don't remember where we were headed). I was driving and she was in the passenger seat. I had taken a couple of wrong turns and we were a bit lost in an upper-middle-class residential area. This neighborhood was fairly well-lighted, clean, and looked like it had been built in the 1950s. I decided to pull into an empty driveway at random to turn around and go back the opposite direction in search of our destination. My left turn lead to a typical garage attached to a non-nondescript house with a light-colored paint job. A couple of lights were on in the house, and the shades were all down. The front end of our car had barely crossed the sidewalk when I felt a cold wave of fathomless, evil fear pass over and through me. We were about 25 feet from the garage door. I instantly hit the brakes and at the same time glanced at the ex. Her eyes were open wide, and she was staring straight ahead. She said, "Get out of here," in a very serious, flat tone of voice. I was already in reverse and got out of that neighborhood as fast as I could. We decided to forget about an evening out and headed straight home. We were quiet for about a minute, and after we had gone a few blocks or so, I asked her what was wrong, and she replied that she experienced a sudden "cold, evil fear" as we pulled into that driveway. She essentially felt the same thing at the same moment as I did. We neither saw nor heard nothing to prompt what we sensed. Nothing of that kind ever happened to me before or since, and I'm not in the habit of experiencing that level of creepiness. I wish now that I would have had the presence of mind to remember the street and house number if only to see if that experience would happen again --in the daytime--. No way would I ever go back at night or without more witnesses. I have a little pit in my stomach just remembering that night.
 
2019-10-31 1:46:48 PM  
Who was phone?
 
2019-10-31 1:49:25 PM  

SansNeural: Walker: That pain stayed with me days and it hurt a lot. I had never felt pain in that area before or since

Don't be too concerned.  It was a helpful spirit dislodging a kidney stone before it got to big to pass.  Musta been a small one that got stuck near the top of the ureter before finally straightening up and moving on out.


Whew. That makes me feel better.
I should go back and thank them.
 
2019-10-31 2:00:28 PM  

hiredgoonz: ObscureNameHere: Jerseysteve22: What happened to the guy from Maine who went into the woods to investigate something weird? Is he still around? I forgot what year that story was from. 2012ish?

Never posted a follow-up as far as I know. Also, don't think that login showed up ever again in a thread.

Well, it was either true and something bad happened, or he was damn committed to the act, excellent story either way:

https://www.fark.com/comments/7408886/​80387820#c80387820

Username was Tharkin, had been around five years before that story.


Thanks. Creepy if true.
 
2019-10-31 2:00:33 PM  

TwilightZone: Who was phone?


Underneath.
 
2019-10-31 2:06:09 PM  
If anyone is in Newport RI, stay in the Francis Malbone House BnB. That place is definitely haunted! Walked around one night after hours taking photos and video. Weird stuff started happening: Walked through a cold spot, started hearing weird stuff along the walls, tapping footsteps behind me, ran back to my room and the door handle jiggled but without someone on the other side of the door. Definitely creepy!
 
2019-10-31 2:15:55 PM  
I have to recycle because creepy stuff doesn't happen to me much. Which is disappointing, because I love creepy stuff.

TL;DR: Pareidolia
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Every year I wish something creepy would happen to me so I could contribute to this thread, but I haven't had much luck so far. The closest I can come is this:

One November evening a few years ago, I arrived home from work before my husband, as usual. Our place is on three acres in a rural area with dirt roads and cows and whatnot. No streetlights, either, so it's good and dark out there. Our entire three acres is fenced and we keep the gate locked.

As is my custom when I get home, I lock the gate behind me, park the car, grab a flashlight, and head out to feed the geese and change their water before I go inside. That done, I walk back toward the house but suddenly remember that I'm still carrying the cup we use to scoop up the goose food with, so I turn around to head back to the storage building where the cup lives.

And I see, maybe 20 feet from me and out of range of the outside light of the house, a man walking just beyond our dirt driveway, headed toward the gate. Because it's dark I can't really see his face, but I can tell that he's wearing jeans and an old denim jacket. I get the impression that he is on the younger side of life - maybe in his early 30s - and has sandy blond or light-brown hair. His right hand is in the pocket of his jeans and he has his head down like he's looking at the ground.

There is no way anyone other than my tenant and me should be on the property - and my tenant is an older fellow who uses a walker. It's not him. I lose sight of him as he disappears behind the storage building.

By then I've recovered from my initial surprise, so I turn the flashlight back on and head toward the gate to find out who he is, what the hell he's doing on my property, and how he got in. But there's no one there at all and on one on the road to our house.

Puzzling over all this, a few things occur to me:
- The man was walking not on our driveway, but just past it, in the desert - in the dark. The area is thick with cactus and other stickery things and the ground is really uneven.
- I didn't hear any footsteps as he was walking.
- Our dogs, who were hanging around with me, didn't bark or appear to even notice the man. They would normally go nuts if a stranger were on our property.

I have to assume this was a case of pareidolia. The realism was startling, though, and I can see why people end up being convinced they've seen ghosts. You can't always believe what your brain is telling you you're seeing.
 
2019-10-31 2:18:21 PM  

Jerseysteve22: If anyone is in Newport RI, stay in the Francis Malbone House BnB. That place is definitely haunted! Walked around one night after hours taking photos and video. Weird stuff started happening: Walked through a cold spot, started hearing weird stuff along the walls, tapping footsteps behind me, ran back to my room and the door handle jiggled but without someone on the other side of the door. Definitely creepy!


Newport, RI. That reminds me of the pic I took in an old churchyard cemetery I was walking thru there.

What's that peeking over the headstone?
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Creepy translucent green thing with a white eye and red unhappy lips
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Pareidolia (seeing faces where they are none?) Probably, but what is it?

I took the picture back in 2012 with my digital camera with a tiny screen, so I didn't notice it until I got home and saw it on my big computer monitor.
 
2019-10-31 2:22:29 PM  
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2019-10-31 2:23:44 PM  

Walker: Jerseysteve22: If anyone is in Newport RI, stay in the Francis Malbone House BnB. That place is definitely haunted! Walked around one night after hours taking photos and video. Weird stuff started happening: Walked through a cold spot, started hearing weird stuff along the walls, tapping footsteps behind me, ran back to my room and the door handle jiggled but without someone on the other side of the door. Definitely creepy!

Newport, RI. That reminds me of the pic I took in an old churchyard cemetery I was walking thru there.

What's that peeking over the headstone?
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Creepy translucent green thing with a white eye and red unhappy lips
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Pareidolia (seeing faces where they are none?) Probably, but what is it?

I took the picture back in 2012 with my digital camera with a tiny screen, so I didn't notice it until I got home and saw it on my big computer monitor.


I'd go with 'moss' on the side of the above ground tomb in the background of the pic.

However, I thought you'd be highlighting the obvious 'orb' at the top, slightly left and behind, of the foreground tombstone.
 
2019-10-31 2:35:13 PM  
We've had all sorts of experiences with my son's paternal grandfather, who died before he was born.  When my son was little he used to see him-he came back from Christmas at his grandmother's house one year and told me "I saw Grandpa! No one could see him but me, but he was happy!"

We've even had a medium describe his grandfather exactly, and he's described events in my son's life where his grandfather was around-these are times I don't even know about.  The medium told my son that his grandpa wanted him to try harder to make new friends-that too often my son goes off at recess and reads, or tries to talk to the teachers more than the other kids.

But the other night we were riding in the car, and my son wanted to play music on my phone.  He's got a playlist he likes, but he picked one he'd never played before-Illegal Smile, by John Prine.  He asked me what it was, and I said "Oh, it's an old song that your grandfather used to like.  It makes me think of him."  As we're driving something in me is saying "Don't look in the mirror".  I was convinced if i glanced back, I'd see his grandfather sitting there, beside my son.  I didn't say anything to my son about it.

So the song ends and a while later we get home, and as I'm helping my son out of the car, he says "When i played that song, I think Grandpa was sitting next to me."
 
2019-10-31 2:52:55 PM  
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