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(Fark)   Gather 'round, Farkers, it's time for Fark's 19th annual spooky story thread. Get into the Halloween spirit and share your true ghost/scary stories. 👻 Farkers who bring up politics get thrown into a rancor's pit ☠   (fark.com) divider line
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2022-10-30 7:58:09 PM  
Here are all the Fark spooky Halloween story threads from the last 18 years:

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2022-10-30 8:19:16 PM  
Not mine but it is the new of my all-time favorites.

SCARY STORY THE BIG TOE
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2022-10-30 9:09:04 PM  
It's about damn time!

/this will be the extent of my contribution
 
2022-10-30 9:12:53 PM  
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I have a story.  It's a good one.  It's not particularly scary but it unnerved the hell out of me.  Depending on how slow it is in work tomorrow I'll tap it out on my phone.  If not, definitely when I get home.
 
2022-10-30 9:14:16 PM  

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I have a story.  It's a good one.  It's not particularly scary but it unnerved the hell out of me.  Depending on how slow it is in work tomorrow I'll tap it out on my phone.  If not, definitely when I get home.


Looking forward to reading it.
 
2022-10-30 10:23:35 PM  
In YMCA Indian Guides in the 1970s, one of the other kids' dad was a professional actor who had a major supporting role in a very popular TV show.  Way too well known for me to include the name, show or character.  Not that broad a range on the show that you'd say - wow, great actor - but, you know, a trained professional actor in television and film. I was like around 8 years old.  So, during a camping trip, this mother farker busts out a tour de force rendition of The Monkey's Paw right before bed.  Did different voices, pantomimed actions, used his feet and hands to add sound effects... the thump slide - thump slide - of the sound of the presumed revived son who had been crushed in the mines coming up the walk... Somehow makes a wet thud for the presumed hand of said revived crushed son knocking on the front door.... Then in a stage roar,  "I WANT MY SON TO GO [pantomimes overhand throw of the cursed paw at the front door from inside the small cottage, slams hand down and makes the CLAP of the monkey's paw hitting the door] BACK!  And there was silence..."

Scared the living fark out of me.  I could not sleep.  Somewhere around 2 am, I'm sitting bolt upright on my sleeping bag, and this mother farker passes by to go to the head, and is like, "you okay West?  What's the matter?"  I just stared at him in wide eyed astonishment, unable to find words for the 8 year old equivalent of, "are you farking kidding me?"
 
2022-10-30 10:37:40 PM  
Leaving a bone here as a bookmark.
 
2022-10-30 10:55:35 PM  
I have a story. I'll post it in the morning. Leaving this so I can find the topic later.
 
2022-10-31 1:56:11 AM  
Once, on a dark and scary night in October I brought up politics in a Spooky Story thread on Fark and got thrown in a Rancor pit. ooOOOOooOOOoooooooOOoooooo....
 
2022-10-31 5:09:40 AM  
I said "That Name" three times on Fark and then DREW BANNED ME.
 
2022-10-31 5:12:04 AM  

Ghastly: Once, on a dark and scary night in October I brought up politics in a Spooky Story thread on Fark and got thrown in a Rancor pit. ooOOOOooOOOoooooooOOoooooo....


You banged the Rancor, didn't you?
 
2022-10-31 5:14:57 AM  

Some Junkie Cosmonaut: Ghastly: Once, on a dark and scary night in October I brought up politics in a Spooky Story thread on Fark and got thrown in a Rancor pit. ooOOOOooOOOoooooooOOoooooo....

You banged the Rancor, didn't you?


On that note, this is my scary contribution.  I find it pretty terrifying

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2022-10-31 5:25:18 AM  
Where's the Farker who's artery blew out and was in a coma. The story is haunting.
 
2022-10-31 5:36:14 AM  
The thread was coming from inside Ultra Far++carrier lost++
 
2022-10-31 5:39:19 AM  
I used to hike the same trail in a state park... a lot.

I knew it intimately.

I knew it so well that I would hike it without lights in the dark wearing flip-flops.

So one evening... I had just finished the hard part of the trail (50% grade with roots and mud) and I came to a section which had always oddly felt "magical" to me.

Coincidentally, this section of trail had also had a huge tree come down about a year earlier, and it caused damage, including snapping a 4 inch diameter tree at about waist level. Over the year, the jagged injury where the smaller tree snapped off filled with moss so it had a roughly volleyball sized ball of moss.

Like I said-- I knew this trail intimately. I knew about this ball of moss. But on this particular night, I think because I was stressing out about getting out of the park before it closes, when I got to the part of the trail, even though I KNEW WHAT I WAS SEEING WAS SOME MOSS, what I actually saw was a head on a pike,

This is complicated by the fact that it was late October or early November, so there were a lot of dead leaves... and there was a slight breeze.... causing a lot of really disturbing sounds.

I was there-- I knew all these things were happening. Trick of the light. Expected sounds for this time of year. I was telling myself that at that moment.

I LOST MY MIND!

I kept reminding myself of the objective reality, but at the same time I was having an intense adrenaline flight/fight response (tunnel vision, difficulty thinking, motor control issues). I perversely was also aware that that was happening, and that there was no reason for it to be happening, so I am laughing at myself loosing my mind while actually loosing my mind. I was contemplating how absurd it was going to be to die on a safe trail basically in the middle of a city.

I managed to stumble to my car and I got to the park gate late. The ranger was there to open it for me.

He said, "I've seen your car here before. I wondered why you were late. You've gotta be careful, you never know what can happen out here."

Then the creepy thing happened. Two days later I hiked the same trail again. The tree with the moss ball that I had mistaken for a head was gone, but nearby, indian pipes, aka ghost plant, were sticking up. It's like the fairies (which I also don't believe in) were giving me the finger.
 
2022-10-31 5:43:10 AM  
Got two, posted before but never together nor this early in the thread:

First genuine ghost/spirit/memory/fark NO thing that I couldn't chalk up to sleep/dreams happened when I was 19, at work.

It was me and the closing mgr., who was counting the drawers and safe at the grocery store we worked at. Now, Jeremy was former Army turned oil-field welder, covered with tats and was only doing the mgr job while the kids got settled before he went back out on the rigs. No bullshiat kinda guy.

We're hanging out in the office while he's doing money and we hear the most heart-wrenching, blood-curdling scream that was so full of anger that it could only be human, pulling on those primal strings to tell us somethings wrong and to GTFO from back in the Produce section. 6'3, 270lbs of a tattooed guy throwing shiat in the safe and going "Nope! Let's go!" gets you moving PDQ. We didn't even set the alarm.

Next morning, ol Bobby, the acting GM who'd been there for 30 years but refused the title goes "Robinson! C'mere! Why the hell did y'all run off? Didja steal some beer and drink early? Get laid? Get stoned?" (Bobby was...an oddball. My work etiquette role model, but HR would vilify him now for being a dirty old-timer). "We heard someone yelling in produce and.... just kinda freaked. It was mad and scared and we just tossed everything in the safe and figured you would figure it out today." He leaned back against the counter and grumbled "Produce? Where?" "Sounded like back inside the loading dock."

I've never seen a 5'6" man go from red to white so fast. Mr. Time-to-lean-time-to-clean went from 100-0. "Aight Robinson. Go clock in."

Couple years later I found out that there'd been a fire in the mid-70's. The cardboard compactor in Produce fried and the layout only had the main entrance and loading bay rollup door that was kept padlocked, so only 1 practical way in/out. Guy went back in looking for his wife and died in the smoke, and Bobby must've heard the screams himself over the years. For a good ol boy to lose his shiat and ignore the chance to shiatcan someone...

Numero dos:
Thurs., Nov. 18, 2010. The ex and I had bought an older house where the wiring was an absolute friggin mess. Her kids had the entire top floor to themselves, but the stairwell landing & hallway was the only co-ax jack that was actually hooked up for me to connect the internet modem, so that's where my computer desk was.

That night, neither kid could sleep because they said every time they started to drift off to sleep, they felt like someone was standing over them.

Eventually, about 1am I said "Fine, go climb into bed with your mom. But when I get to a stopping point in my game (KotOR I, heavily modded with new levels and an insta-kill lightsaber crystal and a bloody gore mod) y'all need to come back up and go to bed (step-kids, and I wasn't comfortable sleeping in the same bed).

About an hour later or so, I got a death chill. Every hair on my body stood up and it felt like an icy hand on my heart as my screen faded black into a cut-scene. In the dim light from the glow of my modem & power button, I watched someone's reflection on the screen walk behind me from the bathroom to the kids' room.

I quicksaved and GTFO and stayed up awake all night on the couch.

In the Sunday paper, the obituaries said the husband of the couple we'd just bought the house from had died that night (Thursday), about 7pm, from an apparent heart attack.

And here's another kicker I learned from the obit: I discovered he used to be a Sheriff's deputy in a county about an hour and a half north of the town, in the late 70's. So I asked my dad if he'd ever heard of him, and he said "Yeah, that arsehole popping me for underage drinking is why I got two choices by the judge: Enlist, or do time."

Here's a rough layout of the upper floor. No outside attic access, no way one of the kids could have snuck back up the stairs w/o me seeing them, no outside window access.
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2022-10-31 5:47:57 AM  

west.la.lawyer: In YMCA Indian Guides in the 1970s, one of the other kids' dad was a professional actor who had a major supporting role in a very popular TV show.  Way too well known for me to include the name, show or character.  Not that broad a range on the show that you'd say - wow, great actor - but, you know, a trained professional actor in television and film. I was like around 8 years old.  So, during a camping trip, this mother farker busts out a tour de force rendition of The Monkey's Paw right before bed.  Did different voices, pantomimed actions, used his feet and hands to add sound effects... the thump slide - thump slide - of the sound of the presumed revived son who had been crushed in the mines coming up the walk... Somehow makes a wet thud for the presumed hand of said revived crushed son knocking on the front door.... Then in a stage roar,  "I WANT MY SON TO GO [pantomimes overhand throw of the cursed paw at the front door from inside the small cottage, slams hand down and makes the CLAP of the monkey's paw hitting the door] BACK!  And there was silence..."

Scared the living fark out of me.  I could not sleep.  Somewhere around 2 am, I'm sitting bolt upright on my sleeping bag, and this mother farker passes by to go to the head, and is like, "you okay West?  What's the matter?"  I just stared at him in wide eyed astonishment, unable to find words for the 8 year old equivalent of, "are you farking kidding me?"


Please.  I've met scarier pedos.
 
2022-10-31 5:56:18 AM  
Robinfro:

I've never seen a 5'6" man go from red to white so fast. Mr. Time-to-lean-time-to-clean went from 100-0. "Aight Robinson. Go clock in."

I worked at an in-patient hospice for a couple of years. A few of them would talk about ghosts. Most did not.

(you seem to be fixated on people's height)
 
2022-10-31 5:59:22 AM  
It was a dark and stormy night. The dog farted. Bleary-eyed, I reached out with the remote and paused Terminator 2, then shambled down the corridor to the kitchen. As I opened the refrigerator door, the cold light spilled out, casting my shadow on the wall behind me. And then I saw it. There, on the bottom shelf, where the beer should have been. Nothing at all. What in the name of Schwarzenegger was happening? How was it even possible? Surely, I thought to myself, you didn't finish off the beer last night? Well clearly I farking did, I silently replied, and don't call me Shirley. Rattled by this strange turn of events, I poured myself a whiskey and made my way carefully back to the sofa. At least all this will make a good story someday, I told myself, sounding unconvinced.
 
2022-10-31 6:04:22 AM  

Monkeyfark Ridiculous: It was a dark and stormy night. The dog farted. Bleary-eyed, I reached out with the remote and paused Terminator 2, then shambled down the corridor to the kitchen. As I opened the refrigerator door, the cold light spilled out, casting my shadow on the wall behind me. And then I saw it. There, on the bottom shelf, where the beer should have been. Nothing at all. What in the name of Schwarzenegger was happening? How was it even possible? Surely, I thought to myself, you didn't finish off the beer last night? Well clearly I farking did, I silently replied, and don't call me Shirley. Rattled by this strange turn of events, I poured myself a whiskey and made my way carefully back to the sofa. At least all this will make a good story someday, I told myself, sounding unconvinced.


After Sarah Conner at the elevator, there's really no reason to watch the movie.
 
2022-10-31 6:10:42 AM  

Sleeper_agent: Monkeyfark Ridiculous: It was a dark and stormy night. The dog farted. Bleary-eyed, I reached out with the remote and paused Terminator 2, then shambled down the corridor to the kitchen. As I opened the refrigerator door, the cold light spilled out, casting my shadow on the wall behind me. And then I saw it. There, on the bottom shelf, where the beer should have been. Nothing at all. What in the name of Schwarzenegger was happening? How was it even possible? Surely, I thought to myself, you didn't finish off the beer last night? Well clearly I farking did, I silently replied, and don't call me Shirley. Rattled by this strange turn of events, I poured myself a whiskey and made my way carefully back to the sofa. At least all this will make a good story someday, I told myself, sounding unconvinced.

After Sarah Conner at the elevator, there's really no reason to watch the movie.


I decided to watch Die Hard and passed out.
 
2022-10-31 6:19:19 AM  
The very worst part of having to go to work on Halloween is not being able to read and participate in this thread until I get home. Which is unfair, I truly believe. This is a spooooooooooky bookmark, until I am done makin' money for the man.

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2022-10-31 6:23:21 AM  
Washington State has a couple places to check out. Below is an abandoned insane asylum in Sedro-Woolley that had a history of dodgy treatments. Its a state park now open to anybody. Another is Wellington, just north of Steven's Pass ski hill. This was the site of a rough train wreck killing everyone on board. It is a massive ruin and hiking trail open to all.

All of the above are known for ghosts, but worth seeing any time of the year.

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2022-10-31 6:28:31 AM  

namegoeshere: The very worst part of having to go to work on Halloween is not being able to read and participate in this thread until I get home. Which is unfair, I truly believe. This is a spooooooooooky bookmark, until I am done makin' money for the man.

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I have five easy tricks to be your own boss!
 
2022-10-31 6:46:56 AM  
Not exactly a horror story but the experience definitely gave me the a case of the heebie jeebies. Several years ago I used to go to Hilo for work a week at a time, a couple of times a year.  This was during the time the Pu'u 'Ō'ō vent on Kilauea was steadily producing lava.  At 5:00pm every night I would leave work like I was Fred Flintstone and drive up to Volcanoes National Park to check out the lava.  Kind of hard to explain but watching lava is pretty fascinating. The viewing varied wildly night to night. Some nights were great where you only had to walk 100 yards to get within 10' of some slowly flowing fresh lava and see it cascading off in the distance down the cliffs and other times, a mile across broken lava fields in the dark and still not see much. The lava was flowing all the way to the ocean at that time so there would be park rangers there to make sure everyone stayed a safe distance away and out of trouble. At 6:00pm the rangers would call it a night and then you were free to wander all over the place.  I should point out a few things.  One, the lava fields up there are very unforgiving.  They are very uneven with lots of rocks waiting to rip you up if you trip.  Two, there are no landmarks.  A big mountain way off in the distance with lava flowing down the side may seem like a good landmark but if you get disorientated out there you could end up spending a long night waiting for daybreak to figure out which way back to the car. It was easy to tell North, South, East and West but not much else. Three, once the sun goes down it gets Dark.  I always carried plenty of water and 2 flashlights. A big 6 volt lantern and a regular 2 D cell.  It was shortly after sunset and I was out on the lava field one evening checking things out when I noticed a large mound.  It seemed out of place the way it stuck up but lava flows in weird ways.  I decided it would be a good spot to take a compass reading so I knew the way back to the car as the last of the daylight faded. I work my way over to and up the mound.  At the top of the mound there is a broken bottle of gin, some half rotted papaya and ti leaves scattered about.  I immediately knew these were Hawaiian offerings for Madame Pele and was overcome with the feeling of "What the fark are you doing up here haole boy?!"  I noped the hell out of there as fast as I could safely make my way across the rocks with my flashlight and kept on going until I was back at the car.  I didn't completely shake the feeling until I was back in Hilo.  I am not really one to buy into a lot of occult and ghost stories and continued to go check out the lava the following evenings but I stayed the hell away from anywhere near that mound. Happy Halloween Farkers!
 
2022-10-31 6:52:00 AM  
CSB: When I was in college, I had read about a Victorian urban legend that takes place on Halloween. A single woman - which I was at the time - should stand alone in front of a mirror in the dark at the stroke of midnight on Halloween. She needs to light a candle and then brush her hair and eat an apple while staring into the mirror. Supposedly, she will see the face of her future husband in the mirror while she is doing all this.

I was game.

I stood in my bathroom, feeling rather ridiculous but thrilled at the same time. I did as the urban legend instructed. At the stroke of midnight that Halloween, I stared into the bathroom mirror lit by candlelight while I brushed my hair and ate the apple. My vision blurred as I stared, but I saw nothing. I kept at this for a good five minutes before quitting. I figured it was nonsense as I had expected (either that or I would remain single for life, which I hoped wasn't going to be the case), and then I went back to my room and promptly forgot about it...

Until the next morning. I was late for class because my clock had stopped - at the stroke of midnight on Halloween!

My first marriage was an abusive disaster so I think the legend worked as a warning that I didn't heed. I'm happily married now for the second time, so all turned out well in the end.

Happy Halloween, everyone!

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2022-10-31 7:02:07 AM  
So this one time in college two friends of mine and I got so high that we thought we saw or heard something that was beyond the realm of science.   To this day we will never know if it really occurred.
 
2022-10-31 7:16:42 AM  
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.

Worst of all, it was also November 8.

BOO!
 
2022-10-31 7:17:34 AM  

Sleeper_agent: Robinfro:

I've never seen a 5'6" man go from red to white so fast. Mr. Time-to-lean-time-to-clean went from 100-0. "Aight Robinson. Go clock in."

I worked at an in-patient hospice for a couple of years. A few of them would talk about ghosts. Most did not.

(you seem to be fixated on people's height)


It fleshes the story out for better visuals. Next time I'll use atomic diameters.
 
2022-10-31 7:19:09 AM  

Some Junkie Cosmonaut: Some Junkie Cosmonaut: Ghastly: Once, on a dark and scary night in October I brought up politics in a Spooky Story thread on Fark and got thrown in a Rancor pit. ooOOOOooOOOoooooooOOoooooo....

You banged the Rancor, didn't you?

On that note, this is my scary contribution.  I find it pretty terrifying

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"Hey, that looks like my ex-wife!"

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2022-10-31 7:19:34 AM  
Yesterday, I cleaned out my old haunted place and am now 100% living in my new place.

/Bookmark
 
2022-10-31 7:20:18 AM  
As a younger version of myself, I worked at a chain bookstore in a smaller town along a major interstate.  It was a great job, we got to check out books for a couple weeks, didn't smell like fast-food grease.  We tended to get all types coming through, regulars, not-so-regulars and single timers.  Saturdays tended to be the busiest day, of course.  At that time we were still manually entering ISBNs and prices for books, so customer interactions were probably more than they are today.  On one busy Saturday, a guy was in line to pay and as he handed his book over, I felt this electric tingle travel up my spine and a feeling of 'wrongness' enter.  I worked as quickly as I could to get him out.  I've never had that happen again.   Maybe it was my body subconsciously picking up some personality disorder.
 
2022-10-31 7:40:47 AM  
I'll lead with that I don't believe in ghosts, etc.  (I do believe in politics, and let me just say that.... What's that?  Oh, okay.). I am certain this was my brain playing tricks.

About a year ago it's early in the night and everyone is in bed.  My kids were 1 and 3, so they don't always sleep well, and I didn't really think about it when I first heard little noises over the monitor.  Roll over, back to sleep.

Then the kids stay to make whimpering noises and what usually is just the house creaking and cooling I swear sounded like a voice.  Of course I got up and checked on them.  They were fine, just needed to be tucked back in.  (Fall is when the kids have to relearn staying tucked in under the warm covers while they sleep.)

I couldn't shake it, though, and slept the rest of the night in the rocking chair in their room.
 
2022-10-31 7:56:26 AM  
This happened on Saturday. This is my favorite holiday, I had been working on costumes the previous weekend but still had some last minute work before heading out to a party. To get into the mood I had been listening to tales of haunted houses. For nearly every one there was a point we're either psychics or paranormal investigators would be mentioned. I always hate this because they seem to just randomly come up with stories about who is haunting the place. Eventually I'm in the bathroom, doing my hair and getting ready to head out when one of the three lights above the bathroom mirror goes out, then comes back on, then goes out again. I laugh and realize I may have been listening to to many stories. I leave the bathroom to do something else then go back. The light flashes again, but this time it is a different light. The first time it had been the bulb on the far right, now it was the middle bulb and the other was fine. The place where I live was built in 1917, so it is very possible someone died here. I decide to have some fun and ask the bulb, "do you want to talk? On flash for yes, two for no." Nothing happens. Feeling very silly I am leaving the bathroom and am at the door when the bulb flashes twice. I have a passive-aggressive ghost. Not surprising, this is the Midwest. I get my costume on, check everything in the bathroom mirror and the light flashes again. So I ask "did you die here?" After a moment the light flashes once. "Did you die in the bathroom?" One flash. "Have you been watching me poop?" One flash. "Is this the sort of behavior that led to your death?" One flash. "Are you at least good looking?" Two flashes.
At this point I'm out of questions and for Casper the pervy flasher. On the way to the car I mention the flashing light to my husband. "Yeah, I noticed that. I moved the bulb to see if it was the connection or the bulb, it's definitely the bulb that needs to be replaced." That bulb still flashes, mostly while I'm on the toilet. I'm going to put the haunted bulb on e-bay.
 
2022-10-31 7:57:12 AM  
I always like to repost the world's shortest scary story

"My reflection just blinked"
 
2022-10-31 8:01:02 AM  
I was in my bed asleep and dreamed that my dad came upstairs into my room, like he was passing through to go somewhere. I remember feeling like he was behind me and I couldn't turn around to look at him because he wasn't wearing any clothes. It woke me up and as I was wondering about the dream there was a knock on my bedroom door and it was my mom, crying, with the news that my dad had just passed away.
 
2022-10-31 8:16:16 AM  
In 1979, just as my Orioles were making a move on the American League pennant, my family moved from Bel Air, MD to State College, PA since my dad took a job as a professor at Penn State. I was 9 years old and miserable.  Here my team was pushing for a pennant, and we left just as the season was concluding.  I left my friends, the only house I had known, everything that was comfortable and known... and ended up right in the middle of Pittsburgh Pirates country.  It was only small consolation when my new teacher asked the class who was rooting for the Orioles in the World Series and a kid who liked the Yankees raised his hand.
We had to stay in some weird house on Crestmont Ave for like a month before the family moved out that was living in Shingletown Gap and we could move in. It was a little weird that this place was available, for just a month, well after the semester had started. We didn't completely unpack everything, just what we needed.  So there were half packed boxes all over the house, which did nothing to dispel its creepy vibe.  It was maybe a little nicer than the brick duplex we had lived in in Bel Air, but nothing spectacular.  And it was just dark, and kind of ... still and brooding.  I remember a lot of wood.  Dining room to the right as you came in, and a living room to the left that we never used.  Steps as you came in to two bedrooms and a bathroom on the second floor.  The one good thing was that my brother and I had separate bedrooms, and mine was the larger of the two with a dormer towards the front of the house.  The bad thing was Mom and Dad's room was on the first floor off the kitchen, and must have been directly under my room.  There was this kind of porch like thing on the back of the house off the kitchen that had a bricked in lower level with a single windowless door.  It was a spartan little "room" about 5x5 with a dirt floor - and it smelled heavily of dog, so we couldn't even really play there.  An alley ran behind the house, and the yard was small and brown and there were no trees like there were back home.
I was not adjusting well. Everything sucked. The Orioles lost to the Pirates. It was coming up on Halloween and I was in a strange neighborhood that I didn't know and I wouldn't ever get to know.  I didn't know any kids in the neighborhood, I hadn't gotten in with anyone at school, and I missed my friends. And my little brother was just oblivious.
And I started having dreams.  Lots of dreams.  And kind of disturbing dreams.  I dreamt one night a witch was after me.  She was a rather good-looking young woman, but she was evil.  There were strong associations of strangulation and vomiting. I think I was trying to strangle her, but she just wouldn't die, and it seemed upsetting to kill something that beautiful, and then I was getting sick to my stomach.... I woke up with a start, ripped the covers aside, and panic ran down the stairs to my parents room.  They were so far away! At home I could have screamed and they were right next door, they could have been there right away. And here I am, running from some witch, in a strange, dark house...  I finally got to my parents' room, explained the story, and they calmed me down and bundled me back off to bed.
Had another dream about finding a back pack that had belonged to an alien who looked a little like C3PO. Everything was fine until I started playing around with the back pack and somehow activated a recording of the alien.  My blood froze and I couldn't scream in the dream, just little squeaks.
But one night I woke up.  I don't recall a dream or anything, I just remember waking up.  And I swear, there was a woman standing over me.  She had long hair and glowed a kind of gold light with a slight green tinge.  It was actually like she was made of that light.  Standing right over top of my bed, bent at the waist, peering down at me. I didn't see her face, or at least didn't look at it.  Just long hair and light looking at me....
Covers up over my head to protect myself.  I tried to scream.  "Mom! Dad!" I couldn't.  I was completely terrified.  Little squeaks, just like in the back pack dream.  She was still out there.  "Mom!" I finally shrieked.  "Mom Mom Mom Mom!"
I could hear my parents jump up and hit practically every box and piece of furniture on the way out of their bedroom, through the kitchen, down the hall, up the stairs, into my bedroom.
With my parents in the room, the woman must have surely left.  I pulled the covers aside. "A woman!" I blurted out.  "She was standing over me! She was gold and just standing there looking at me."  My mom sat down on the bed to calm me down, and I could see my dad checking out the window in the dormer.  "It's okay," my mom soothed.  Eventually she managed to convince me it was just a trick of the street light coming in through the dormer.
My brother - like he would do several times after - apparently slept throught the whole thing.
We moved to Shingletown Gap after Halloween and lived for a year or two there. It was wonderful.  I started fitting in a little better.  There were a couple acres, and a shed/barn with two horses that had belonged to the previous owner - but they had sold them and the person they had sold them to didn't have room to keep them, so we got to look after the horses for a good little while.  My brother and I had separate but attached rooms, and the place was just neat.  Weird orange and metallic wall paper, brown shag carpeting, but neat.  There was a magical hiking spot by the reservoir up in the Gap, and I could ride my bike on the back roads...  I quickly forgot about the weird, dark house on Crestmont.....
We moved a lot when we lived in State College, every year or two - Crestmont, Shingletown, North Allen (that was a dump), Legion Lane.  Only stayed until the grant my father's position was on petered out, and then we left in 1983 when ... the Orioles were en route to another World Series appearance.  We stayed in one place - Williamsport, PA - after that - or at least my parents did.  I was on to college in Baltimore, and grad school in DC while living in Baltimore, Cleveland for a couple of years, back to the Baltimore area....
Over the years, my parents were fond of taking post-Labor Day trips to Nags Head with a couple of other families.  I would occasionally join them when I was in my 20's.  If the wind wasn't too bad, we would light a bonfire on the beach and drink and talk and maybe sing.  One year we decided to tell ghost stories....
"Tell 'em about Crestmont!" my mom suggested.  So I told them the above story.
"Is that it?" my mom asked.  "Oh, you didn't know, did you......"  I looked at her.  "The reason Crestmont was available for a month was because they just couldn't rent the place out.  A college student had lived there, and she hanged herself in the house....."
A few years later I was fascinated with everything Google maps had to offer, so I decided to see if I could find the place.  I remembered the street name, but I didn't remember the number.  No matter, I had the afternoon, that porch thing might give it away, and what a great test.  And look at this - Crestmont isn't a big street, only about three blocks.  There's the alley, there's the dog porch, there's the dormer.... I switched to street view....
There are no street lights any where close to that house.....
 
2022-10-31 8:20:04 AM  
Well, I don't think I have shrared it in the last 3 years, so enjoy the repeat if you come across it while archive browsing.

I was about 12 or so, old enough to be alone while the folks are out doing adult things and not burn down the house with a brother. House was built in 1911.

My step-dad and I were never on good terms, not really that relavent, but I always pushed bedtimes to stupid levels. T.V. on, lights off, hair trigger to bolt upstairs. At around bedtime, I hear the dog barking, think better of stuff, and head upstairs for bed.

We were laying in bed for maybe 5 or 10 minutes, and I hear the door slam, and some talking downstairs. After about 10 minutes, I get fed up with the t.v. being loud. I ask my borther to go downstairs, and he doesn't want to. After some tossing and turning, I walk downstairs to tell his deaf-ass to turn it down.

Parent's beddroom, empty. Living room, empty. Lights on, T.V. on. I look outside. No car, dog sleeping in the yard light. Confused, I wander to the basement. Lights off. Didn't see anybody.

I get some ookey spookey feelings, turn everything off and go back upstairs. Parents didn't come home until an hour later.

***

4 years later, we had the same t.v. turning off and on randomly. Bad solder joint. Lol, ghosts aren't real.

Doesn't explain lights turning themselves on.
 
2022-10-31 8:29:21 AM  
My wife's grandmother "Nana" passed away week before last. She had been in a nursing home for awhile. Still sharp but deteriorating physically.

A few months ago we had gone to visit her and she started telling us about her older sister who passed from leukemia when Nana was only 5 or 6.

Now Nana was a good Christian woman. She never professed a belief in ghosts or supernatural occurrences outside of the conservative Christian ideas of the Holy Spirit and an afterlife of heaven or hell that exists outside our realm. Angels and demons, maybe, but not people.  Perhaps knowing that is what made her story kind of creepy.

"Did I tell you about when Sister came to visit me?" Nana asked (note: the family called the sister "Sister". She had a name but no one called her by it and even my wife can't remember what it was)

Nana went on: "I wasn't in school yet so only mama, Sister, and I were home. It was early in the morning and the house was quiet. Sister was very sick and I was praying and praying for her.  I was crying because I just wanted Sister to be ok.

And then Sister came and touched my head! She smiled at me and asked why I was crying.  I told her I wanted her to get better. She said, she would be ok and not to cry. It didn't hurt anymore.

Then Sister was gone. Mama came in awhile later crying. Sister passed away in the night."

Nana was crying, "Sister loved me and came to me. I'll never forget that and I can't wait to see her again"

At this point my 15 year old was white and decided to nope out of the room.
 
2022-10-31 8:32:09 AM  
One day i got married.  apparently the ring was cursed.  I'm told i went from the most loving, gentle, kind and intelligent gem of person she can't be without to a worthless, barbaric, stupid and uncaring horse's ass she can barely tolerate in just a few years.
 
2022-10-31 8:34:31 AM  

I May Be Crazy But...: I'll lead with that I don't believe in ghosts, etc.  (I do believe in politics, and let me just say that.... What's that?  Oh, okay.). I am certain this was my brain playing tricks.

About a year ago it's early in the night and everyone is in bed.  My kids were 1 and 3, so they don't always sleep well, and I didn't really think about it when I first heard little noises over the monitor.  Roll over, back to sleep.

Then the kids stay to make whimpering noises and what usually is just the house creaking and cooling I swear sounded like a voice.  Of course I got up and checked on them.  They were fine, just needed to be tucked back in.  (Fall is when the kids have to relearn staying tucked in under the warm covers while they sleep.)

I couldn't shake it, though, and slept the rest of the night in the rocking chair in their room.


Not to step on the spooky tale or anything, but FWIW that was probably not your brain playing tricks; baby monitors sometimes pick up other devices. Probably the voice came from a neighbor with a baby monitor or a walkie talkie or an older cordless phone or something.
 
2022-10-31 8:39:48 AM  

nschively: Orioles were making a move on the American League pennant,


That IS terrifying
 
2022-10-31 8:54:32 AM  
I had Total Fark once, still have the mental scars.


/s
 
2022-10-31 9:03:52 AM  
Quick story:

Day after Thanksgiving, 2006. Grandpa is on death's door. Spend all day Thanksgiving with him. He seemed good. Not experienced enough with dying people to know what that means.

That night, power cuts out for an hour. Just his house. Power comes back. I fall asleep in the meantime. About 20 minutes later I hear my dad howling from downstairs. I put together the pieces. At 1 a.m. we lost power. At 1 a.m. grandpa died.

The whole family has their narrative on the power outage that only effected us. Kinda spooky.
 
2022-10-31 9:12:56 AM  
Not mine, but one I found online.

The 89-year-old woman was passionate about gardening. Her routine was to sweep the leaves from the walkway at 5 pm every day.  She used a stick broom.  However, she was getting older and the broom seemed to be getting heavier to push.

One evening, she was out sweeping as usual when her tenant came home (the tenant lived next door).  The tenant noticed that the woman had stopped sweeping the walkway and was sitting down, weeping.

"What is wrong?" The tenant asked, taking the older woman's hand in her own.

"I just realized that soon I am going to die, and I can't take my garden with me."

"Don't you worry," the tenant said, "I'm certain that a part of you will remain in this garden."

A couple of weeks later, the old woman died.  The tenant stated that for months afterward, at 5 pm, she could still hear the sound of a stick broom sweeping the leaves off the walkway.
 
2022-10-31 9:23:01 AM  
True story:

On the way to work, I drive by a facility that processes blood and human tissue for allografts.

This morning, there were a couple smashed up boxes in the main road in front of the accessway to the facility.

I hope some human body parts didn't fall off the truck, for the ravens to scavenge.

Happy Halloween!
 
2022-10-31 9:24:46 AM  
A few years ago, I was helping a couple of friends (Steven and Dyani) move from one apartment to another, in a reportedly-haunted-hotel-converted-to-apartments building in a small town about 30 minutes south of town. Steve warned me there really were ghosts in this particular building. As we were moving the furniture downstairs to their new apartment, Steve asked me to go back to the old one to retrieve something from their bedroom.

I walked in to the old apartment, and went straight into the bedroom, looking for whatever it was Steve had left behind. As I'm poking around, the stereo we had left on for background noise/entertainment suddenly jumped in volume, from really low to a SPINAL TAP-ESQUE "IT GOES TO 11".

"Ha ha...real funny, Steve," I said, thinking my friend had secretly come upstairs, just to try to scare me. "Now, turn it down."

The volume dropped to barely audible.

"Jesus Christ...I said 'turn it down', not turn it off," I said, coming out of the bedroom...

...to discover I was the only one in the apartment.

"Ummm...turn it up a little, please?" I said.

The volume came up to a comfortable listening level.

"It's very nice to meet you," I said. "Would you excuse me for a moment? I'll be right back."

Steve knew something was amiss when he saw the look on my face as I came back downstairs. "You saw the ghost, didn't you?" he asked.

Now, there's a perfectly logical explanation for everything that happens. In this case, the stereo was an older one, and the contacts on the volume slider were likely dirty. Had I actually seen it moving (the lid was closed), I would be totally convinced of the existence of ghosts. As it is, I'm still skeptical, but leaning toward "it's possible".
 
2022-10-31 9:30:02 AM  
When I was a kid we lived in a big house at the top of a hill in a very old neighborhood in southern Ohio. It had become a "close-in" suburb to a medium sized city, but there were old abandoned roads and stone walls, and a convent that had been turned into a giant mansion, and other really old cool stuff all around. A road gradually came up the hill, with houses on both sides and two at the top (mine was one of the two at the top). The hill became very steep behind my house, but in two tiers. At the bottom of the first tier there was a terraced landing with a small yard and pool, which was bounded by a stone wall that was ~2.5 feet high on the terrace side, but dropped twenty feet on the other side. Below the stone wall was woods, that stretched out into a huge metro park (with a bunch of other cool old stuff in it). In the late 18th and 19th centuries this metro park had been the place right outside the city that essentially served as the place of exile for criminals, the insane, and others deemed undesirable by the city leaders.

One day I was sitting on my back porch (I was about 10 years old), and a very strange woman appeared at the porch door. Given the hill, the porch was 15 feet above the ground and accessible only by a steep set of stairs, that led down to the top of the back hill, and a winding set of stairs that led another 20 feet down to the terrace. Despite all that, I had not heard a sound before she appeared. She did not appear "ghostly." She was pale, but solid and real looking. I can't remember what she was wearing, but it didn't; register as weird. She started pulling on the locked screen door, and seemed very agitated. She said she needed to see someone that lived there, who definitely did not live in our house and was not someone I had ever heard of before that afternoon. I was a kid, and this was scary, so I screamed and ran off to find my dad. He was in the basement and came running up with me, but she was gone. He ran down the hills, and looked over the terrace wall, but didn't seen anyone (not surprising as it was high summer and there was thick foliage below the wall). We called the police, and they came out, but also didn't find anybody.

A couple years later I was in the back yard, standing at the top of the terrace wall looking down in the woods, and I saw her again. Just standing in the woods looking back at me. She looked the same, and she looked angry. I looked at her, sort of frozen, but now I was 12-13, and remember thinking more "fark you, you crazy biatch," than being terrified. We stared at each other for a while, and eventually she turned and walked back into the deep woods. I went up and told my parents again, and we called the police again. Nothing came of it and we never saw her again.
 
2022-10-31 9:30:28 AM  
/should add that the building burned down a few months ago. Now, where will the ghosts live?

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2022-10-31 9:36:20 AM  

Robinfro: Sleeper_agent: Robinfro:

I've never seen a 5'6" man go from red to white so fast. Mr. Time-to-lean-time-to-clean went from 100-0. "Aight Robinson. Go clock in."

I worked at an in-patient hospice for a couple of years. A few of them would talk about ghosts. Most did not.

(you seem to be fixated on people's height)

It fleshes the story out for better visuals. Next time I'll use atomic diameters.


no, it's actually jarring irrelevant information.
 
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